See A Penny Ch 02

Master had several reasons for wearing boots. Traction, for one. He liked having a good foothold while raping a girl. Boots also gave him an advantage if a slave got uppity. He had emphasized that with a light but firm prod to penny's ass or ribs from time to time. But the main reason was that he liked seeing a girl bent over them while she polished them with her tongue. He had said that the first time his hand had gripped her hair before dragging them down to mash her lips to the toe caps.

penny moaned while her tongue traced the same strokes on the boot leather that she did on his cock. The taste actually wasn't horrible. Master had introduced her to the taste of leather by having her lick and kiss the paddle every day that first week. It was acrid and bitter on her tongue. But Master always kept his boots clean. She wasn't expected to clean filth off them. No, her moans came from the intense bondage applied to her body. The arm under had been cranked tighter with each passing day until her elbows touched. Her legs were folded together with wide leather straps around thigh and ankle. Her jaw ached from the ring gag that she wore so often.

She could not help biting down when yet another wave of pleasure rolled through her. Master had put a wearable vibrator inside her. A thick prod nestled deep within her throbbed within her while the part curving outside buzzed her clit. A bulge in the shaft constantly stimulated that certain spot within her. penny whimpered. She would never be rid of this thing that tormented her mouth. Master had told her the ring gag would only come out when she passed the cucumber test. So far, there was always bite marks on the cucumbers she sucked on while he paddled and pleasured her. penny trembled at the thought of accidentally doing that while serving him. The idea of deliberately harming him filled her with dread. Whatever satisfaction she might have would be dwarfed by a life of pain until he disposed of her to the lowest sort of bidder.

He had shown her a couple of videos of what happened to girls sold to that kind of buyer.

She would never look at a donkey the same way again.

A hand patted her head. There were times when penny wished that Master was a straight up sadist. It would have made things so much simpler. Instead, that tiny gesture of affection sent butterflies fluttering about her stomach. Every little bit of kindness and "good girl" was like a ray of sunshine shining down through the dark hole of her existence to fill her with warmth. She could not help the surge of gratitude when he did those things. There was a word for this? Something to do with Sweden? Or she just might be so starved for praise after living with a mother who never had a nice thing to say. There were even times at night in her cage when she was lonely without him around. She would lie curled up in the dark imagining he had taken her upstairs to his bed. A hand would creep down between her legs while thoughts of his arms around her bound body--

He jerked her collar. Chain cut into her throat. Shit. penny quickly open-mouth kissed and licked her way up his legs. She could not nearly do as well as when Master trained her in oral on a dildo. It seemed good enough. She gagged a bit on her tongue lapping his hairy legs. She kept the pace he had taught her until she finally reached his knees. Master had already stripped off his shorts. There was nothing to cover up his massive cock and testicles. With one hand, he lifted up the pillar of meat that still sent shivers of fear through her. She "kissed" one knee before worshipping her way up his thigh with her drooling mouth. He grunted when her breath played over his scrotum. penny then went to repeat the performance on the opposite thigh.

Master's hand slowly pumped up and down the shaft as she delicately lapped his balls. Her world was filled with his sweaty musk and the tang of sweat on his sack. It took effort to work one testicle through the ring gag. She managed it. Master had trained her well. It wasn't too bad. He manscaped his bush around the base of his shaft. He buzzed down the hairs on his sack to a fine fuzz. penny still sobbed as her tongue swirled around Master's nuts. It was so degrading. She had had vague hopes of community college. Now? She was reduced to being the personal whore of a man who could have been her father. What was even more shameful was how her cunt dripped at submitting to this. She groaned when Master upped the tempo of the vibe in her as a reward for her performance.

Master grunted again. A month on the training mat had taught her to read his moods. She pulled her mouth off his balls with a "pop". penny started at the base of his dick. It was already semi hard. She worshipped it like she had his boots. She took her time. Master had the patience of an older man. He appreciated the show of submission as much as the end game. Not too quick, not too slow. She could smell the pre cum oozing from the head by the time her tongue had traced up the length of the veiny, now iron hard shaft. She teased the foreskin away to swirl her tongue around the knob crowning his cock. It was tricky to do without her lips. penny did well enough that she was rewarded with the toy in her buzzing at its second highest setting.

She gazed up at Master as her wet, warm mouth engulfed his cock. She trembled at the hunger in his expression. Teeth bared, he looked down at her with a ferocity of a tiger about to pounce. Why? She wasn't special. penny did not let that distract her. Master would have punished her for hesitating a second time. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on pleasuring him. Muffled moans escaped lips clamped tight around his shaft while she bobbed her head. Her tongue alternated between lapping along the length of him and swirling around. Every so often she would rise up to tease the head. penny sank down into herself until there was just the act itself.

There was a small amount of satisfaction when Master grunted. She heard the creak of leather under clenched fists when his grip sank into the upholstery of the armchair. This was the only power she had. penny risked slowing down to give back at least a little of the torment he had inflicted on her. It was her undoing. She gasped when he seized the ponytail he had bound her hair into. His hips thrust as he rammed his cock into her mouth. All technique went out the window when he used her mouth ruthlessly.

Tears dripped down her cheeks even as the vibe in her exploded into a frenzy. She shrieked around the cock battering into her. It finally drove itself deep into her mouth. Days of training had her relaxing her throat to let it slide in. She had already sucked in enough air to survive when his dick twitched. A second later, a massive flood of warm salty sperm blasted out from his balls. She swallowed it down even as her pussy finally reached its limits. Master snarled when her throat tightened around him as it clenched in time with her cunt. The orgasmic waves tearing through her only stopped when the last drop of seed spattered down her throat.

"Fuck me, slave," Master said, the rasp in his voice more prominent. "You could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch."

"Uuuuuuuh." penny's head lolled forward. A bit of drool with a tiny bit of sperm mixed in dripped off her tongue. "Oooooooh."

"Hold on, slave." Master undid the gag strap. "Police that, girl. You know what happens to slaves who let a drop of my seed fall onto the ground."

"Aaaanh!" penny desperately slurped the errant dribble back in. "She apologizes, Master."

"No harm done." Master chuckled. Holding up the control, he shut down the vibe within her. "You little minx. You were cock teasing me there, weren't you?"

"She was, Master." penny bowed her head. "She was a bad girl."

"Perhaps a little naughty," Master said. He patted her head indulgently. "Well, she learned her lesson. Drink?"

"Y-yes, Master." penny sipped at the straw of a sports bottle. The lime flavor of the homemade sports drink cleansed her mouth. "Master takes very good care of her."

"A man has to maintain his tools." Master tipped her head up. Blue eyes cold as a glacier looked down upon her. "What are you, penny?"

"A slave, Master." penny dutifully answered the ritual question. "She is your slave, Master. She is owned by you, body and mind and heart."

"What does Master owe his slave?"

"Nothing." penny quivered under his regard. "Everything Master grants, even her very life, is a gift to be cherished. She is property to be used as Master sees fit."

"What does a slave owe her Master?" A thumb wiped away a half dried tear.

"Everything," penny whispered. Juices pattered down from her cunt onto the mat. "She gives all she has to Master, even her life if he chooses. Her only purpose is to serve and please Master."

"Which you do very well." Master cupped her mound. "I think this needs filling, doesn't it?"

"She is honored to have Master use her pussy." penny could not help grinding against his hand.

"Hush, slave." Master tilted her head back. "I know just what a needy little slut like you deserves."

penny was relieved when Master presented a red rubber ball gag to her lips. It was far more comfortable than the hated ring gag. She kissed it lingeringly before opening her mouth. A slave must always show her desire for her Master's bonds. She was a good girl. She had to be. Or else she would go away to where the bad girls were sent. Master buckled the new gag at the nape of her neck. He tested the straps biting into her cheeks to see if it was secure. Of course it was. He drew out the vibrator slowly from her. Her cheeks pinked when she saw how the shaft in her glistened with evidence of her slutty need.

He lifted her up into his lap. Her thighs spread wider to straddle him. This was a new position. Usually, her back was to him so she could watch herself be raped in the mirror. She remembered the first time Master had deflowered her for real. She had sobbed into the cock prod smeared with her own juices and his sperm as he had thrust into her. Her cunt had still been tight even after a week of being fingered and fucked with ever larger dildos. There had been a little red on his dick when he had withdrawn after taking what remained of her virginity. She had sucked it off, copper on her tongue, after he had spent in her.

Master slipped on a condom on two fingers. A generous amount of lube was slicked over it. penny bit down on the rubber ball filling her mouth when the comdom-sheathed fingers slid between her ass cheeks. Oh, god. The idea of things going in there had never occurred to her before this. The idea of the monster between his legs taking her there terrified her. Master didn't care. Every hole in her body could be used. He had not used her there. But her ass had been trained to take fingers and toys. Eyelids fluttered when Master slowly teased the tight ring of muscle between her butt cheeks. Constant stimulation during anal training had wired her brain to wetten even with the alien sensation of that hole's nerves being stimulated. It was both degrading and arousing. Her mound roused his cock when her hips rocked to the forbidden sensations Master forced upon her.

Her eyes rolled up in their sockets when he slowly thrust into her. Cunt and ass tightened and released as the endless training kicked in. She must always milk whatever he put into her holes. Master's fingers fucked her ass exactly like her pussy. They were all the same to him. She thrust down to meet them despite the shame of it. It seemed an eternity while Master rocked and twisted in her. Her asshole ached while throbbing in time with her stiff clit. Then his fingers withdrew. penny whimpered. She knew what was coming next. Bracing herself, she thrust out her ass for the inevitable invader that would fill her backside. A squeal burst out from her when cold metal rather than silicone spun against her rear hole. A hand about her throat stayed any resistance when the pear-shaped steel butt plug penetrated her. There were grooves in the plug and little bumps in the stem that sent waves of intense stimulation through her. She moaned when he tugged at the base to make sure it was thoroughly lodged in her.

penny begged for mercy when he showed her the chain with the devices at each end. They were a new, insidious toy that he had introduced to her a week ago. He had often clamped her nipples and clit. But those had been with tweezer style clamps. What he called "clover clamps" were far more intense. Yanking her ponytail, Master bowed her body back to present her breasts to the inevitable torture. His cock was already hard where it pressed up between her legs. It grew harder when his lips and tongue latched onto her nipples. penny could not help the noises she made through her gag that were as debased as any of the porn he made her watch as "lessons". He loved suckling at her breasts as much as her treacherous body responded to it. He "joked" about putting a child in her so he could nurse from her. Her nipples grew stiff as tool bits under the swirling tongue and biting teeth even though she knew of the agonies to come. His free hand teased her clit out of its hood. So close to cumming again!

penny's muffled screams echoed off the basement walls when the clover clamp snapped onto her left nipple. The painful bite of the rubber-covered jaws ramped up when the chain was pulled sharply. Her head spun as pain and pleasure swirled in her like some terrible cocktail. A slave owes her Master everything, she silently reminded herself. The tortures he inflicted on her were a gift as much as the orgasms he tore out of her. The straps binding her folded legs still creaked under strain when the second clamp snapped onto her right nipple. The sharp bite ramped up into fangs on her aching nubs when he jerked the chain. Even the swaying of it as she writhed sent spikes of sweet agony through her. Then rubber coated jaws bracketed her swollen clit. Her entire world whited out when a last clover clamp weighted down by a heavy brass ball dangling from the end grasped the already aching bud of nerve-laced flesh.

There was nothing left in her to resist--even had she been foolish enough to try-- when his hands grasped her hips almost hard enough to leave bruises. Soon she was balanced on her knees perched above his cock. He supported her long enough to work a cock ring down to the base of his shaft. Her cunt was gushing by the time he slowly lowered her down. penny still whipped her head from side to side as she was mercilessly impaled. Master had done his best to loosen her in her month of captivity. It had not been quite enough. She was still so tight. He had once been patient with her. Now, he dragged her down without care until he bottomed out at the gate of her womb. There were still a few inches of him left outside of her cunt.

His hips pumped beneath her while he held her in place. Her pussy ached from how full it was. Yet, her body betrayed her once again. Pleasure rippled through her as she was raped. It intensified even when he took the chain linking her nipple clamps in his teeth to yank back. The clamp on her clit biting in as she bounced up and down fueled the fires within her. Her holes milked the cock and plug within her at the same time. Master grabbed her breasts as handholds while she bounced up and down. He drew her close. His beard tickled when he kissed her where a shoulder met her neck. penny sobbed at the gesture of affection amid the brutal fucking inflicted on her. She leaned into it. It was Master's gift.

The orgasm boiled up out of her depths like a tsunami of black water about to carry her off from shore. penny submitted to it as every muscle in her went rigid. By some miracle, her training finally kicked in. Her teeth left no marks on the rubber ball in her mouth. Master snarled when her cunt became a vise as she came. But no relief from the rape was to be had. She had done her work too well emptying his balls down her throat. He would not release her until he had cum in her. Sometimes, not even that would leave her rest. She often had to keep his cock warm in her until he had recovered for another go.

The orgasms crashed into her with increasing frequency. Two. Three. Four. They gave her no relief. The sensations tearing through her were little different than the tortures of the clamps or the strict bondage at this point. Begging for it to stop was futile. They were to be endured. Her mind became blank except for serving her Master. There was nothing left of the girl she had once been. There was only the slave milking his cock as she rode him like a mare being bred by a stallion. penny moaned at the thought of the pills failing. She could see her belly swelling with Master's rape baby. The image had her bearing down on the shaft within her.

It sent Master over the edge. Hissing, he left bruises on her hips when he seized them. One final thrust sent his cock head slamming into the depths of her cunt. Chain clattered as his churning hips ragdolled her. The clamp on her clit flicked off. The blood rushing back into the abused bud tore a harsh climax battered the last of her strength out of her. She sagged backwards while Master spewed torrents of his seed into her. She almost fell off before he caught her. penny found herself resting with one cheek resting against his broad, hairy chest. Master was still spurting the last of his hot load into her when he took off the nipple clamps. Her nipples and clit throbbed in time with her heartbeat. It sent her cumming one last time that was almost sweet.

penny closed her eyes as strong arms enfolded her.

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penny lay on her belly upon the hard plastic of the bathtub while Master washed her. Her wrists were trapped in steel handcuffs threaded through the large ring at the end of the chain collar. A second set bound her ankles. In truth, she was far too tired to try anything. The time spent in his lap dozing while he embraced her had been her only respite this morning. Her pussy ached from the many rapes she had received. Though he had been remarkably gentle--well, for him--with the later assaults upon her. She then had to sweat upon the exercise bicycle that he insisted she ride every two days to keep her fit. penny squirmed at the memory of trying to keep up with the program while the dildo mounted on the saddle teased her. Her breasts bore the mark of the paddle for slacking off the pace.

Master's hands roamed over her nude body. The rough palms slick with body wash did a better job of exfoliating her skin than any loofah. penny bit her lower lip when fingers that pounded a hard cum that left her weeping massaged her knotted, stiff shoulders. Her toes curled at the passage of skilled hands using the wash as impromptu oil to deal with the effects of the armbinder. Thumbs ran up and down her neck on either side of her spine making circles. It was one of Master's gifts that had her more than a bit ambivalent about her situation. The idea of months or years of this terrified her once she was out of the submissive trance that descended on her while serving him. But...she would have died on that road if he had not captured her.

And there were much, much worse people who could have found her.

penny could not help the tingles in her oh so sensitive clit and nipples. Master chuckled knowingly when he washed her breasts and mound. Maddeningly, he did not touch her intimately when he bathed her. Even when she shamefully arched into the hands in a vain hope for relief. God, had she always been a slut in denial? Or had he managed to corrupt her in just a few weeks? All the thoughts swirling in her brain left her head when shampoo was worked in her sweat-matted strawberry blonde hair. Like the wash, it had a clean floral scent that banished the reel of sex that seemed to be imprinted in her skin. The best part was when he vigorously massaged the shampoo into her scalp. She was limp by the time he washed her face with a gentle facial soap.