The Pain Slut Part 09
Chapter 25 sequel
The Pear
The Pear or Pear of Anguish is a pear-shaped metal body divided into spoon-like segments that a spring can spread apart. It is to be inserted into the mouth, rectum or vagina and then expanded.
My name is Emily. I am a three-hole whore. I am horny for pain and utterly submissive to men and women. I love my daughters more than anything, and I'm a bit of an incestuous bitch, to be honest! Tonight, I want to reach a climax through pain, in other words, become a public pain slut.
I am naked and vulnerable. An iron pear spreads my vagina and causes me pain. The room is half full of elegantly dressed people, the other half are slaves like me and naked or scantily clad like fuck toys.
Many of them know me from my previous life as a CEO. That seems like an eternity ago to me now. They're looking forward to seeing me in pain tonight. They're going to make me suffer!
My arms are fixed behind my back in a reverse prayer position with the help of an iron rod attached to my neck ring and the tight ring around my waist. From the latter, an iron chain goes through my ass crack and is pulled tight over my cunt at the front.
The clamped metal pear painfully spreads my vagina apart and a ball with metal spikes attached to the pear hangs between my legs. When walking, I must spread my legs wide to avoid being injured by the metal spikes. The gait appears amusing to the spectators but is degrading to me.
Naked, with only a lot of cold iron on my body, I am driven on this march of shame. Around my neck, there is a bell hanging ringing all the time. A second smaller bell is attached to a rough-looking iron nose ring. The hole for the nose ring was only pierced by Mistress Lisa a few minutes ago, the massive ring hurts, and the wound is still bleeding, I must look terrible. A metal construction that looks like a bridle is attached to my head. Part of it is in my mouth -I am biting the iron bar.
A solid metal plug is in my anus, only the metal ring for pulling it out can be seen. Nipple clamps with weights on them complete the torture. They swing with every step and pull my nipples longer.
My sweet daughters, Lucia and Martina, dressed only in black boots and gloves, drive me through the room with their cattle prods, which they use brutally. Sparks fly when they touch my breasts, ass cheeks and pubic region. Martina and Lucia are aroused, I can see how their pussy's shine.
Blonde Martina, with her boyish, skinny body, looks younger than her 22 years. Lucia is two years older and looks like a younger version of me, only with blue eyes instead of green ones. She has black hair, white skin, a pert nose, beautiful breasts, a sexy bum, and long legs. Martina has a rare ear piercing; the jewellery bar goes through four cartilages. Lucia has rings in her labia, as a slave should.
During my painful stumbling, I passed very close to many visitors. I must admit that many of them turned away or covered their noses because I stink. I was not allowed to wash myself for a whole week but was given strenuous exercise.
"She smells like a whore"
"What a humiliation to stink like that"
Each night of this week I lay naked on the straw on the floor of a cell. Anyone who wanted could use me there. Master transformed me into a big whore, a three-hole whore, a fuck toy.
Although I was already 51, the visitors were queuing up. So now I smell my sweat and the bodily fluids of my users, my hair and face are sticky, like the rest of my body.
"What a fall from grace"
"Disgusting pig"
"What a stench!"
Chased all over the hall, I can only climb the three steps to the stage after half an hour. There, looming large and threatening, is the painted black wooden pony on which I must endure the cunt torture.
On stage, my daughters take the iron parts from me. I groan when they remove the pear from my vagina. I blush when Martina shows the metal pear, shiny from my juices to the audience. I stand naked with my legs spread and my arms behind my back.
I must put the pear in my mouth while they loosen my nipple clamps. I taste my pussy juices, but the pear suppresses my cries of pain. The bullet's spikes have pierced me between my thighs, I am bleeding in several places.
But no mercy for a Pain Cunt, the whipping begins.
Lucia takes care of my back and Martina takes care of my front.
Their eyes shine, and they soon gasp with exertion. The leather straps dig into my skin. On the arse, the breasts, the thighs, on the belly, on the back. They remove the iron gag from my mouth as ordered by Mistress Rita, the customers want to hear me scream.
The marks on my white skin are becoming visible. I scream in pain but try to hold my position. My trainer and Master taught me to endure the whip without being tied down. When one blow almost knocks you over, you must immediately take up your position again. Sobbing, panting, crying, it doesn't matter. Bear it, be strong, be glad to be an object of lust for others.
But now I realised how my excitement was growing; God thanks I was allowed to climax today. In front of an audience. To climax in big pain for my tits and my cunt. As a pain pig in public disgrace.
For a whole month, I wasn't allowed to have an orgasm. I have no idea how Master does it. He forbids it to my daughters and me, and even if we desperately try, it doesn't work. The arousal curve rises and rises but without the relieving climax. You stay horny and wet forever and become more and more submissive.
But when I was led naked out of my cell this morning, my dear Master stood before me. I went down on my knees and beamed at him. Yes, I admit it, I am totally in love with him, just like Martina and Lucia. I don't care that he was married to my older daughter Ines. It doesn't matter that he turned her into his slave, a three-hole whore and pain toy; she is now called Three. I would do anything for him if only he would fuck me more. I need his cum.
I love his magnificent cock so much. He looked at me sternly but said in a friendly voice, "You may climax again from now on for the time being, Emily. I expect you to give me at least one big O through pain. Don't disappoint me." He didn't even wait for my answer but turned aside and gave further instructions for the evening.
After 50 lashes with the flogger whip on each side, my body is covered with welts. The pain is so intense that I cry uncontrollably.
"On the cunt, hit her on the cunt," I hear some voices from the audience. Immediately I stand even more broadly, and Lucia slams the whip between my legs. After three lashes I am ready, my body transforms the pain into lust. I sense a tingling in my abdomen that goes to my brain. I jerk and tremble, scream and weep. It is like an electric shock; with my eyes closed, I see fireworks. Then the juice squirts out of me; I feel no shame anymore, no, I am proud, I am a pain slut, a shameless pain slut.
I proudly show my pussy to the audience, I shake my ass and tits. I'm happy about the comments, yes call me a whore, cunt, slut.
The cameras above the stage capture every detail, and there are screens all over the room that, like the stage, are the centre of attention. Some of the slaves are already being used, orally, anally, vaginally or as a pain toy.
A group at the bar around my Master and Mistress Rita are discussing excitedly. I am disappointed that he doesn't pay any attention to me. I'm just three holes with nice tits and a gorgeous ass for him. I must confess this humiliation makes me even hornier.
But I also had some fans:
"Put her on the wooden pony"
"Let her suffer"
