Which One Do You Lie More?

This is the latest Chapter 3 of story series "August". As always, any comments or feedback is highly appreciated. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: And There She Was

Chapter 2: A Desperate Blowjob

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August still with her blindfold on, could only imagine what Mason would do to her for the next hour, as she heard him approach from behind.

"Do you want some water?" asked Mason, as he sipped from a bottle of water.

"Yes please, Master," begged August and opened her mouth.

Mason knelt down, grabbed her locks of hair and roughly pulled down on them so that he had better access to her mouth. He then locked his mouth with hers, filling her mouth with a mixture of water and his saliva.

August gulped it down obediently.

"Is your throat feeling better now?" asked Mason.

She nodded.

"Hmm. That wasn't a very convincing nod," Mason slapped her. He liked how rosy her cheeks became with every slap, her pale white skin bringing out the contrast.

"Let me make sure. Tongue out!" said Mason in a stern voice while pulling her hair harder.

"Aouuu...," groaned August, with her tongue out, not wanting another slap to the face.

He slid his index and middle finger in her mouth and used his thumb to play with her soft lips. While still pulling on her hair, he explored every inch of her mouth, firmly rubbing his fingers on the inside, stretching her cheeks in the process. As more and more spit began to accumulate in her mouth, he slid his fingers deeper. This made August cough and drool all over, but he kept at it, slowly massaging the back of her throat. Her throat kept gagging while Mason did whatever he pleased with it.

"I think that should do it," said Mason, retreating his fingers from her sloppy mouth.

He then slobbered all the drool on one of her breasts, squeezing and twisting her inviting nipples in the process. While manhandling August's right breast, he put the other hand in her mouth, sliding four fingers all the way in, repeating the process.

"It makes me wonder, do girls have a favorite when it comes to their breasts. Which one do you like more?" asked Mason in a contemplating voice, as he continued to gag and choke her, while using his other hand to play with her breast, not giving her a moments respite. When he had enough spit, he took his hand out and slobbered her other breast, which gave a chance for August to take a breath and answer.

"I...ughh...don't know...Master," said August, while coughing and gasping for air.

"Hmm...lets find out then!" said Mason and smiled to himself. August knew from his response, that she had given the worst possible answer.

Mason removed the shackles on her right leg and tied an adjustable knot around her big toe with a rope and looped it through a circular metal hoop which hung from the ceiling.

"What are you doing?" asked August, as her anticipation anxiety creeped in.

"Just relax," said Mason while pulling out a metal nipple clamp from his pocket.

He pinched her right nipple a couple times, getting it nice and hard and then put the clamp on.

"Aaahhh!!!" squealed August, her heartbeat rising.

"Shhh...shh...shh," said Mason, trying to calm her down. "Do you want the gag back in your mouth?" he asked, while stroking her head.

August zipped her mouth shut and shook her head, her squeals turning into muted howls.

"Good. Now then..." he proceeded by tying a knot on the nipple clamp using the rope which looped through from the top.

He raised her leg and held it vertically up, with her knee slightly bent and her right thigh a little less than ninety degrees to her belly.

It slowly dawned on August, what he was trying to do, and she knew she was fucked as predicament bondage was the one thing that brought her very close to insanity.

"Hold it right there," said Mason as he let go of her leg and started to adjust the knot on her toe making sure it was taught. As he increased the tension in the rope, her right nipple slowly started to stretch and rise, pulling her breast along with it. Mason loved how it gave more definition to her breast.

August screamed in pain and shook her leg involuntarily but it only stretched her nipple more. Her instinct and her mind were at a conflict. She tried to stabilize her leg.

"Now then, that should be tight enough. Lets see how long till your leg gives in and rips the nipple clamp off," said Mason, as he started rubbing his hands in and around her pussy.

"Master please, my nipples are too sensitive. I don't think I can handle it," said August.

"Well you had your chance, now you have to wait for another...umm...forty minutes before you get another," said Mason and slid his middle and ring finger in her pussy.

"Mmmmhhhhhhh..." August moaned, while trying to keep her leg still.

Mason started stimulating her inner walls, and he could feel August squeeze her pussy when he hit a certain area.

"So that's where it is," said Mason, as he found her G-spot.

He started moving his hand up and down slowly, tapping the bundle of nerves with his two fingers. August moaned with pleasure as Mason got into a rhythm, which was getting faster by the second. She felt humiliated by how aroused she was and how wet her pussy sounded as Mason played with her cunt. But she had bigger problems to worry about.

Mason increased the intensity, now also putting pressure on her clit while vigorously finger fucking her. The pleasure was making her right leg give in. She was caught in two minds, as she tried to bring her leg down, the tension increased and her nipple stretched which made her raise her leg up to relieve some tension, only to feel the pain again after a couple of seconds, when her leg ran out of stamina. She was dwindling between pain and pleasure, while reaching an orgasm.

"May I cum please Master?" begged August.

"Yes, you may," said Mason as he relentlessly stimulated her G-spot and clitoris at the same time.

August moaned and squirted all over Masons hands, her legs and pelvis spasming from orgasm. Her right leg tugging on her nipple as she came.

Mason did not stop there. He continued to finger her mercilessly. As he did so, her moans turned into screams as her pussy was now too sensitive. She desperately wanted to bring her leg down and block the entrance to her pussy, but the nipple clamp showed no signs of letting go.

"It hurts...it...can't...stop...please," August was not able to think straight.

Her core had given out by now and her right nipple was stretched to its limit, as it bore most of the weight of her right leg.

"Aagh...cumming...again...oh...godddd...nooo!" shrieked August, as she build up to another forced orgasm.

It felt painfully good. Her hips jerked up and down as they tried to free her pussy from Mason's clutches, tying to disrupt the motion of his hands at the very least. So Mason used his other hand to press hard against her lower belly to prevent her from squirming.

This was the last straw. The increased pressure on her belly made her cum harder and it was all she could think about. She did not give a fuck about her nipple. Her leg jerked and ripped the clamp right off as she came. She screamed from the surge of pain while also enjoying the sweet release. Her right leg, now free, instantly folded over her left thigh trapping Masons hand in between her thighs, suggesting Mason to give her sensitive pussy a break.

Mason slowed down as she lay there gripping his hand in her thighs, spasming, shaking. He could feel her quivers through his hands. As her grip on his hand loosened, he removed his fingers from her cunt and slid them in her throat, feeding her own pussy juices. However, this time he did not get much of a gag response.

This made him remove her blindfold, and as expected, her eyes were rolled back with her eyelids half closed and twitching. She was in subspace.

He massaged her right breast and pulled on the sensitive right nipple. As he did so, August's lifeless body jerked and she screamed in agony, bringing her back to dreadful reality.

While her vision adjusted to the room lighting, Mason locked eyes with her and said, "One down, one more to go."

He liked to see the despair in his subject's eyes.