Suffering in Submission

A sudden round of applause made Vespa jerk her head up and she found that the wooden door which had been hidden behind the curtain had swung open and a massive black man clad in a pair of dungarees was stepping through. A mask covered his face and he was carrying a heavy, metal toolbox which he set down beside the table, making her jump as it clanked loudly on the floor. Her fear edged up several notches as she looked into his dark eyes and then he turned away and opened the box which was just out of her view.

"A good handyman always needs a ruler to measure up with!" the man growled and Vespa yelped as something hard struck her on the sole of her foot. The pain was unexpected and consequently sharper and she hissed and groaned as he continued to use the wooden ruler on her feet, smacking the tender flesh mercilessly for what seemed like ages before he began to slowly move up her body, spanking the back of her calves then her thighs before he arrived at her bottom cheeks.

The ruler whipped down harder and faster and Vespa squealed as pain flooded into her body, seething up through her nervous system and into her brain in an instant. She pulled at the cuffs that held her but there was no give in them at all and so she could do nothing but scream and howl as the man beat her bottom with the heavy wooden ruler, imparting pain with each stroke that landed. Her flesh soon felt as if it was on fire as the ruler smacked into her bottom time and time again. The agony was added to whenever the wood struck one of her previously-inflicted welts and then her screams took on a new, higher pitch that echoed round the room and back to her ears. Tears dripped from her green eyes as the sweet, raw pain sliced into her soul and she found herself praying for her body to respond as it usually did. Somehow, though, the sheer ferocity of the beating seemed to prevent any arousal ameliorating the agony and Vespa desperately tried to hold on as the pain lanced through every nerve in her body.

Vespa breathed out in absolute relief when the ruler stopped smacking into her boiling bottom cheeks and tried to gain control of herself once more as she heard the handyman rummaging in his toolbox once more. Please don't beat me again, she murmured silently to herself, knowing that she could not take much more without breaking. She saw the man approach her out of the corner of her eye and then her mind was falling away into dark despair as he held up an electric sander. Vespa heard it screech into life and then she was screaming over the top of it as he ran it over her back until it reached her already crimson bottom cheeks.

Vespa felt as if she was being flayed alive as the sander coasted over her smooth contours as if she was a piece of wood being moulded into shape. Up and over her twin globes then down the back of her thighs the machine moved and all she could do was squeal and cry as the pain suffused her senses completely. It was unlike anything she had experienced before but, as the seconds slipped by, she felt a surge of arousal in her body and the pain began to be a little easier to cope with. Even so, she felt nothing but relief when the machine was suddenly switched off.

That feeling was short-lived as she was roughly released from her cuffs then flipped over until she was staring up at the elaborately-plastered ceiling far above her. She did not even have the strength to resist as the cuffs were snapped shut around her wrists and ankles once more and then the sander touched the front of her thighs and she was crying out for mercy once more as he switched it back on. Vespa craned her neck up as far as she could and was amazed to find that the machine, whilst making her flesh red, was not ripping it to shreds. She had expected to see blood shimmering where the sander had been but he was obviously using a very fine grade of sandpaper indeed. The pain, though, was still intense and worsened as he moved the machine up and started to use it on her soft breasts, reddening each in turn then finishing by sanding her nipples. That sent lightning bolts of pain slicing through her body and she screamed and howled dementedly, pulling violently at the padded leather cuffs round her wrists and ankles that kept her securely fastened in place.

Again, Vespa heaved a huge sigh of relief as the machine fell silent. The man placed it on the floor then rearranged her again. This time, he only unfastened her ankles before he fitted a thick collar round her neck with a bar sticking out at either side. Then he pulled her legs up and fastened them to the bar, spreading them wider and wider by extending the metal bar until Vespa thought that she was going to be split asunder. Her heart sank as he searched his metal toolbox once more and then she was hyperventilating in fright as he emerged with a cordless drill in his hand.

"Please...no!" she squealed as she saw him fit something that looked like a brush on the end. He squeezed the trigger and the drill burst into life and there was a roar of approval from the audience which was matched by Vespa's squeals as the bristles suddenly touched her exposed pussy. The pain was exquisite; it felt as if her labia was being licked and sucked intensely every millisecond. The stimulation sent shivers of lust racing into her body even as the agony shot up into her brain.

Gradually, the handyman worked the brush head further in, parting her delicate folds, dark eyes fixed unerringly on her tormented face. A grim smile emerged from behind his mask as his mouth widened when her body spasmed, jerking uncontrollably in her bonds as she approached her climax. As she crested the wave, the handyman moved the drill slightly and touched the whirling brush bristles to her clitoris and Vespa erupted, losing control totally. Love juice spurted out of her pussy and then, as she bucked upwards, she lost control of her bladder too and jets of pee squirted out and stained the brush before arcing through the air. Tears of shame burst from her eyes and rolled down her cheeks as each fountain of golden urine jetted out of her spread pussy lips and spattered down onto the floor.

As Vespa lay quiescent and sated, every muscle in her body loose, a round of applause rang out from the assembled audience. She closed her eyes and cried, unable to look out at the crowd as shame roiled through her senses.

"I think she needs at least one more orgasm, Mr Handyman," observed a voice which she recognised as James' and she shivered in fear as she heard the drill start up again. Snapping her tear-veiled eyes open, Vespa held herself rigid in fear as the devilish bristles approached her over-sensitised pussy once more. While she had been lying there dazed, the man had fitted a smaller head and she was shocked as he pushed it up inside her, letting it rotate so that the bristles whipped round against her soaked spongy innards. It was agonising at the same time as being incredibly arousing and she groaned as she felt her body betray her once again. Lust seethed through her and Vespa wept bitterly, knowing that she could do nothing to prevent the man teasing her into another climax.

Reaching down, he extracted another tool from his dungaree pocket. It was a much smaller drill and she stared at it in fear as he lowered the head which was a flat rotating disc down until it hovered just above her exposed clit. It touched her sensitive bud and she screamed as the most amazing feelings rushed through her body. She bucked her body up, arching her back off the bench and orgasmed again, mind filled with blackness as her body was taken further than it had ever been before. The shortest of respites, a mere minute or so, and then James' voice echoed round the room again and the infernal drills returned, driving her up to the heights of another climax and almost driving her insane with desire.

Even the touch of air on her clit made her shiver as James snapped an order out which she failed to hear in her distress and desire. She watched as if she was in a trance as the handyman unbuckled the straps of his dungarees and let the garment fall away to reveal that he was naked beneath. Vespa's dark green eyes widened as she took in his enormous cock, nine inches of darkness sticking out proudly and then she was screaming in fear as the man smeared her own wetness over her crinkled furrow. She stared up and found herself looking into a sea of leering faces as the men had clustered round the bench to see her being taken. They were all naked now and she noticed their bobbing cocks, most dripping with precome as the black man slipped two fingers inside her anus and rotated them round slowly, stretching her for his cock.

Vespa opened her mouth and moaned out her fear into the room as the handyman stepped closer and placed the swollen head of his prick against her tightness. He pushed forward and her rectal ring started to widen, forced apart by the glistening purple glans. Pain filled her body and shone out of her eyes and she watched James lick his thin lips with relish as he noticed her agony. Vespa could not stop squealing as the swollen knob relentlessly opened up her anal aperture, stretching her further than ever before and then her mouth was filled by Jake's thick cock and her cries died away, muffled by his flesh. She concentrated on worshipping it, laving the end with her tongue to try and take her mind off the agony that was shooting through her bottom hole. It teetered on the brink of unbearable as the black man gripped her thighs tightly and pushed harder, penetrating her anal hole to the uttermost as he sent the entire length of his cock up into her bowels. In and out he slithered slowly whilst Jake forced his cock in deeper, plugging her mouth up and sending the pulsing knob deep into her throat. Unable to breathe properly, Vespa snatched in odd breaths through her nose as she was used for the men's pleasure.

Jake was first to lose control and a flood of salty spunk shot into her mouth and she tried to swallow it but found half of it being snorted out of her nostrils. He drove in deeper and sent another load into her before he withdrew only to be instantly replaced. Another stiff prick entered her mouth and pushed into her throat and she was lost in a world of depravity, used and abused constantly. The cock in her anus slithered in and out hard and fast as the second cock in her throat exploded, showering her with sperm once more. The third one slipped in as bubbles of come stained her pink lips and then the handyman grunted and a jet of hot spunk shot up into her heated innards, feeling as if a geyser had erupted inside her bottom. His hands dug into her thighs as he pushed back into her stretched anus, expelling more of his creamy seed into her before he finally withdrew, wiping his dripping prick on the inside of her legs.

Before she could blink, another cock pushed up between her thighs but she almost sighed with relief when it entered her pussy, splitting her lips wide and rubbing against her sensitive innards. Back and forth in the age-old rhythm, the man moved whilst the prick in her mouth followed until it exploded in a rain of semen. Hands pulled her hair sharply and she opened her eyes and found herself looking up at James. A thin smile spread across his lips but never reached his eyes as he told her to keep her eyes wide open. She watched as he wanked his cock slowly, knowing he was going to shoot his load over her face; to rub her nose in his dominance as it were. Another load of spunk shot into her pussy and then another cock split her sore anal tube apart and she still stared up at the swollen knob as it glistened in the overhead spotlights. His movements quickened and he groaned abruptly and then she was being showered with his essence. It flooded her face, shot into her hair and splashed into her eyes, staining the sea-green surface with white foam. The slippery hotness ran down her cheeks and even dripped down into her ears as James drained his balls completely before he plunged his softening shaft into her mouth and let it dangle inside as she worked her tongue round it submissively.

The last cock spurted more cream into her stretched anal tube and then withdrew as James pulled his limp prick out of her mouth and Vespa lay there on the bench, spunk oozing out everywhere. Her mind was whirling with delight and shame at how she had been used and abused and her clit felt like it would explode once more at the slightest touch. In fact, she hardly noticed as her wrists and ankles were freed and then she was being lifted up in the strong arms of the black man and he carried her outside through some patio doors and set her down on the cool grass. It was only when the cold touch of the blades of grass seeped into her back and bottom cheeks that Vespa opened her eyes and realised where she was. She stared up and found herself ringed by the group of men once more and then the two women were pushed into the circle too.

"Over her face, Amelia, and you, straddle her pussy!" snapped James authoritatively and the two submissive women moved into position. Vespa watched, wondering what was going to happen as the one over her face spread her thighs wide so that the pink folds of her pussy loomed into view. There was a moment of anticipation and then she was being showered with pee. Vespa closed her eyes swiftly as the golden rain poured out of the girl's slit and soaked her chin and cheeks then ran into her red curls. Another flood descended on her thighs and matted her pubic curls down to her white skin as the other girl let go too then the men joined in, aiming their cocks at her face and body and drenching her in a torrent of humiliation.

When they were all drained, Vespa was picked up by the black man again and taken back into the house and then through the door he had originally entered by. It led to a flight of steps and Vespa tried to keep her wits about her despite her whirling thoughts. Was he taking her to clean her up or was there something more sinister involved? He carried her along a narrow corridor and then pushed open a door and she breathed out in relief as she realised that it was a shower room.

"You've got ten minutes to clean yourself up, girl," the man growled at her and her relief turned to fear as he stepped out and she heard the unmistakable click of a bolt sliding across the door. After turning on the shower, Vespa tried the door but found it wouldn't shift so she stepped into the hot spray and tried to think what her next move should be as the heat soaked some of her aches and pains away while the water cleaned her body of spunk and pee.