Alana's Arousing Adventures

Chapter Eight

I had no real idea of how much time had elapsed when the door suddenly opened and the harsh light flooded back on, blinding me for a few moments as I had become so accustomed to the darkness. My heart jumped several beats as I peered through slitted eyes and recognised Megan standing above me with her usual sneering smile plastered over her face.

"Looks like my two boys have actually obeyed orders for once," she commented as she stepped even closer, looming above me like a giant because I was strapped down on the bench. "I gather from the gag that you must have been a bit noisy though!"

I bridled as she laughed but there was nothing I could do and my anger at being teased soon passed as her hand settled on my thin shift and started to tease my nipples through the fabric.

"So eager to please by the look of it, Alana. They're standing up already and poking through the cloth almost," she chuckled before she pinched each one cruelly and made me squeal into the ball gag.

Still laughing at my outraged expression, she slipped a leather collar round my slim neck and buckled it tightly before she swiftly untied my wrists then slid cuffs round them and attached the cuffs to my collar via a short chain. Next, she undid the rope around my ankles and pulled me up onto my feet, ignoring my muffled cries as my muscles complained bitterly after being unused for so long. Megan tugged me over to a pair of steel bars, one at hip height and the other level with my breasts before she simply tore my thin shift off my body, leaving me naked and shaking with fear as I wondered what was going to happen to me.

Her hands cupped my breasts, squeezing and then stroking before she added a clamp to my left nipple, turning the screw tighter and tighter until my eyes leaked tears.

"I think that I am going to remove that gag as I love to hear my playthings scream for mercy! Not that there is any chance of there being any but their desperation amuses me greatly," she murmured as she looped a steel chain over the highest bar then attached the clamp on the other end to my right nipple, tightening it once more until it was all I could do not to scream.

With my hands cuffed to my collar and my nipples clamped tightly to the chain round the bar, I was now absolutely helpless but she was determined to make me suffer even more. Bending down, Megan attached more cuffs to my ankles then slowly forced my legs apart with a spreader bar thus making my pussy freely available to her.

"Now I think that these will make you scream, little slave girl!" she stated as she wound another chain round the lower bar then added more clamps to the ends. My mind realised what she was going to do yet did not want to admit it. My breathing quickened and shivers rippled up and down my spine as I waited for the pain to flood through my senses. I felt the touch of cold metal on my most sensitive flesh then there was a second of dreadful anticipation before she let the jaws of the clamp snap shut on my labia. I screamed and tried to pull away from the bar only to suffer more agony as the clamps on my nipples tugged painfully at my rubbery buds. Laughing at my agony, Megan waited for a few moments more then snapped the second clamp into place on my other fleshy fold, making me squeal once more as pain ricocheted through my body and up into my mind.

A terrible nagging ache suffused my senses as the four clamps bit into my flesh. If I moved at all, then they tore at my body even more so I tried to stand as still as possible as Megan disappeared from my sight for a few moments. She reappeared with an armful of wicked-looking implements and she dropped them on the floor in front of me and smiled at the look of fear that flashed across my face.

"Hours of fun...for me, my dear little slave, and hours of pain for you! Consider it as payback for being such a little bitch at school and in my house when you visited. You were always answering the questions and sucking up to the teachers, weren't you?"

"No, I wasn't, Megan," I replied, baffled by her accusation. I could only remember working hard and trying to improve my knowledge while she had lazed around constantly.

"Oh yes you did, slave!" Megan snapped and she slapped me hard round the face before stopping and picking up a leather paddle from the pile of implements. "That lie is going to get you a dozen with this paddle! I'll have great fun beating the truth out of you all through the evening and into the night!"

I trembled like an aspen leaf as she walked round behind me then teased my bottom cheeks by placing the hard leather against their softness. I heard the faint sound of the paddle moving through the air as she whisked it away and then it whipped back down and I grunted as the pain hit me. I jolted slightly under the impact and that made the clamps bite deeper, adding to the intensity of the pain. The second stroke followed almost immediately and the burning sting intensified, getting increasingly painful as she kept on adding more until I had had the full dozen. By then, my eyes were filled with tears and I was crying out in pain yet I could also feel my pussy betraying me as it responded to the heat in my cheeks by growing increasingly moist while my clit tingled in arousal. The shame of that flooded through me and made my facial cheeks blush like my bottom ones after their paddling.

"Now let me see what would be appropriate for your behaviour in our house when you came to visit. Always sucking up to my brother! In fact, I think you would literally have sucked him if he had been interested!"

"Jealous, are you?" I hissed out, instantly regretting my temerity as her hands settled on my hips and pulled them away from the bar. A rush of red raw pain flooded into my senses as the clamps pulled on my pussy lips and nipples and I squealed, almost hyperventilating as I tried to cope with the agony.

"Perhaps the cane will shut your smart mouth, slave girl!" snapped Megan and I swallowed hard as she picked up a thin, flexible cane from the floor and swished it menacingly through the air by my face.

The thin rod touched my naked buttocks, resting against them for a few moments before it was whipped up and down swiftly. The dull thud of it landing was followed almost instantaneously by my high-pitched squeal. I jerked in response and that sent another wave of pain flowing through my body as the clamps bit deeper into my sensitive anatomy and then I was lost in a world of red mist as Megan beat me severely, cracking the cane across my bottom cheeks continually. The seconds raced by and the strokes whipped across my bare bottom cheeks while I tried to maintain some semblance of control over my screams, hissing out the pain into the room while Megan giggled gleefully behind me. A blessed cessation came and I felt her hands examine my bottom, feeling the welts and weals left on the previously-smooth surface before they slipped between my thighs and found me leaking like a sieve.

"Well, well, slave girl, I seem to have very wet fingers now!" she murmured, walking round to stand in front of me, eyes sparkling with sadistic excitement at my predicament. "Time for you to clean them up for me!"

I kept my mouth obstinately shut as the fingers trailed across my lips and she laughed at my stubbornness then walked back round and started using the cane once more. Another dozen strokes were swiftly added and then she slid her hand down between my thighs once again and slid it back and forth over my soaking pussy lips, gathering up my essence. Again, she pressed her hand over my mouth afterwards and this time, surrendering to her, I started to lick up the glistening juices, savouring my own tasty fluids despite her laughter.

"That's better. Soon, you are going to be licking mine up, slave. You will need to do a very good job and make me come or I might just take this cane and use it on your juicy pussy instead of on your arse!" Megan announced, pressing her hand harder against my mouth whilst her other one pushed my body away from the bars and made me wince with pain.

Another dozen or so strokes of the cane landed on my buttocks and thighs when she moved back round behind me before she turned me round to face her, unclipping the clamps one by one then re-attaching them and making me scream at the agonising flood of pain that resulted. The worst was when the blood rushed back into the previously-clamped flesh and tears spilt from my eyes and trailed down my cheeks; crystal spheres of raw agony rolling down my flesh and dripping gently down onto my breasts.

"Jealousy! That was the word you used earlier, wasn't it? Was I jealous of you and my brother? Time to be honest and admit it, I suppose!" she stated coldly, teasing my clamped nipples by pulling at the chains that now ran around my back and clipped to the higher bar. "I wanted him actually!"

"But that would be..."

"Incest? Not at all, Alana, my little slave. We are both adopted. My father cannot have children and so we were adopted as babies. Unfortunately, my brother does not feel about me as I would wish. I tried sneaking into his bed when I was younger but he just threw me out, probably because all his wet dreams were about you!"

That was a revelation to me! I had been madly in love with Lars almost from the moment I had first set eyes on him even though he had been a few years older than me. As far as I knew, he had never realised that and had been indifferent to my presence although he had always been very polite to me.

"Yes, he obviously has a thing for red hair, green eyes and milky-white skin! I wonder if he would find all these red stripes on it attractive too?"

I hoped so with every fibre of my being. The thought of being spanked or caned by Lars made me feel weak with desire and that must have shown in my eyes as Megan laughed bitterly and told me gleefully that he was many miles away, still playing at being a soldier.

"So you are out of luck there though, if you are a good girl, perhaps I will give you as a little present to my adopted father after I have finished with you!"

"What!" I shouted out in disbelief.

"Oh yes, girl, he loves you too! Unfortunately though, he also hates your family because your father married the girl that my father wanted. I believe that you look a lot like your mother so I think that he will enjoy having a red-haired, green-eyed slave girl to fuck. Don't fret though...he'll never find out exactly who you are as by then I, or the gruesome twosome of Darius and Lucius, will have removed your tongue and made your face a little less pretty!"

Horror made me go rigid but Megan just laughed, eyes as bright as stars at the prospect of amusing herself by disfiguring me. The cane in her hand moved until it rested on the front of my thighs and then she started to use it there, smiling throughout as I screamed and squealed at the raw agony that suffused my senses. I jerked back and forth, hurting myself more as the clamps tore at my flesh but I could not stop moving. My control slipped away by the second as the fearsome rod beat my soft flesh into submission, creating vivid purply-red weals on the previously-white skin. Slowly but steadily, Megan moved the cane up, striking across my hips then my stomach until the flexible wood was hitting me just under my breasts. I knew what was going to happen but there was nothing I could do to stop her and so I could only try and prepare myself to endure the agony as the tip teased over my soft flesh for a moment or two. Then it struck hard and I screamed my heart out as a solitary red welt was emblazoned across my breasts; a livid scarlet line traced effortlessly onto the blank canvas of my flesh.

"Perhaps I should remove those clamps first," Megan mused, mouth grinning widely at my tear-stained face and she bent forward and unclipped them both at the same time. The sudden rush of blood back into the crushed nipples made me howl and her chuckle before she began to whip my breasts in earnest, striping the soft whiteness, uncaring of my pleas for mercy or my gargled screams. Agony ensued as the cane struck my nipples, sending lancing shards of pain into my soul as the rubbery teats were crushed once more.

A sharp flurry of strokes ended the torment finally and I was left chained to the bar by my labia while Megan moved back over to the bench and readied it, clicking a lever that made it convert into a Y shape. I was barely able to stand when she released me and there was no thought of resisting in any shape, way or form as she led me over to the bench and sat me down. My mind whirled with raw agony and every movement was agonising as she forced me to lie down before she cuffed my wrists to the bench. Then, Megan spread my legs wide and cuffed each ankle to the split legs of the bench and there I was, open and vulnerable, pussy still leaking clear pearls of desire despite my pain.

"Such a pain slut, Alana. I would never have thought it from your butter wouldn't melt in your mouth appearance but your pussy doesn't lie. Perhaps I might keep you around for longer and really plumb the depths of your pain threshold? That virgin pussy could be sewn up again and then I could sell you off time after time to discerning older gentlemen who want to enjoy a fresh pussy! Then there's always that tight little arsehole. That'll tempt even a saint!"

Her words made me shiver violently as I imagined a life as her captive. How long would I survive being beaten regularly with such viciousness? What would it feel like to be used time and time again by men while Megan looked on gloating? Death seemed a preferable alternative and I tried to think of some way of denying her the pleasure of breaking me totally although my thoughts were interrupted as she removed her gown and straddled my body, blatantly sliding her finger in and out of her own wet pussy folds as she stood over me. Inching her way up, she stopped when her pussy was directly over my face and smiled at my horrified expression.

"I hope that those lips and that tongue are going to work hard to satisfy me, Alana, or I am going to have to pick my cane back up and use it on your pussy!" she stated calmly, spreading her juicy folds wider so that I could see the salmon-pink interior. I swallowed then licked my lips in an instinctive reaction and she laughed at the sight then sat down on top of me, squashing my mouth beneath her labia. Her thighs clamped round my head, keeping me still and I distantly heard her instructions to start licking. I obeyed instantly; the fear instilled into me by her threat to cane my slit was immense although I must admit there was a dark, deviant thought roaming through my mind that I should experience it and see what the pain was like. I resisted that temptation though and succumbed, slithering my tongue up into her soft wetness and tasting her juiciness. My own clit pulsed in time with hers as I wrapped my tongue around the hard bud then sucked on it with my lips, nibbling away gently and feeling her whole body shiver in delight. My breath rasped in my ears and heat overwhelmed me as I was trapped between her soft thighs and pussy. Enjoyment flooded through me despite the burning stripes across my body and I went even redder with shame and embarrassment as I realised that I was revelling in being so submissive to her. Licking and nuzzling away at her soft slit was heaven to me and I eagerly worked my tongue in and out of her tightness then slithered it round her throbbing clitoris until she started to grind her pussy back and forth, sliding around on my mouth and chin as the crest of an orgasm crashed through her body. A spatter of creamy fluid leaked out and soaked me and I drank it down greedily, relishing the taste and sensation.

After a few moments of rest, Megan eased her thighs open a little and then peeked at me between them, smiling widely at the sight of my red, juice-stained face.

"Now you get the chance to get that agile tongue working even harder, slave," she hissed, delight at my helplessness emblazoned in her eyes. I wondered what she meant as she lifted herself up slightly then swivelled round before settling down on my face once more. This time though, her soaking slit engulfed my nose while, to my abject horror, the crinkled furrow of her anus came to rest over my mouth.

"Work your tongue up inside my arse, Alana!" she commanded, pulling her bottom cheeks apart with her hands to allow her ring to squash down even harder on me. Shame, disgust and misery seethed through me: a rich cocktail that somehow aroused me too and I stuck my tongue out and poked it up into the tight aperture, grimacing a little at the slightly acrid tang of her innards. I slithered the tip through her ring and she sighed in delight then wriggled around on top of me, seeping juices out of her pussy onto my nose and nearly suffocating me. I snatched fresh air when I could as her body eased up and down, sweat bathing my face along with her copious offerings as the seconds slipped by until she was finally satisfied by my efforts and stood up.

"Maybe you are worth keeping after all, Alana. I am sure that I can find a use for that clever little tongue every day. I can even train you to clean me up after I have gone to the toilet!"

My facial expression must have signified my utter disgust at the idea because she laughed hard before she swung her leg over my tethered body and moved away from the bench towards the door.

"I'll be back later. Perhaps I'll be in the mood to whip that dribbling pussy when I return? Teach it to behave! Maybe I'll wait until I need the toilet so you can think about that while I'm gone. A lovely golden shower for you or perhaps your tongue will need to lick my anus once more...after I have been!"

Giggling like a schoolgirl, she swung open the heavy door then slammed it shut behind her, clicking the bolt into place on the other side. That sound sent shivers down my spine as it signified my helplessness. Not only was I tied down to a bench but, even if I could escape from there, I was shut inside a room with a substantial door barred by a steel bolt and one with no windows either. The light vanished suddenly and I waited there, nerves fraying with every passing second as I thought about what was going to happen when she returned.