The Ring Ch 07

The Ring

This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will definitely not start out as a love story, but it will get there. Please vote (fives are most welcome) and of course please leave constructive comments. I love hearing from all of you and you are the reason I do this. This story was from an idea one of my fans suggested.

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Chapter 7

Melissa awoke bound with ropes and dressed in a skintight, cropped peasant blouse and a mid-thigh length peasant skirt. As she surveyed her bound figure, she wondered what they had in store for her. She knew they were going to show her off as they tormented her, but how? The outfits design displayed her breasts magnificently and left her sexy belly bare. Her exquisite hourglass figure was the delectable epitome of bewitching, ravishing femininity. The whole design provided an exquisitely gorgeous spectacle of the cock-hardening body that was about to be displayed to all the onlookers.

She looked and felt sexy in the barely their outfit that her now devious tormenter had created. However, she knew very soon he would strip her naked in front of the crowd and she would be on display for everyone to see. She knew her nude body would be a spectacle and maybe a prize for the crowd and that was the purpose, but she wondered what else they had in store for her.

Her mind shifted to the ring and how it could get her out of this mess. She wished the ropes around her wrists were gone, but nothing happened.

The two brutes that bound her in front of Mick entered, grabbed her arms and led her onto the ship's deck. She glanced around as they left the darkened ship and entered the brightly lit ship's deck. She was on a ship that was a two-masted schooner, it was night and there was no land in sight, but the deck was crowded with people. This was a different ship from the fishing trawler and while she was unconscious, they transferred to another ship. This one was bigger and had more people on deck.

The two brutes lifted Melissa onto a raised platform attached to the first mast. It was then that she saw their diabolical addition. She gasped, as the butterflies in her belly suddenly turned into a raging inferno of desire and panic. What originally, she assumed was supposed to be a display, torment, and titillation for the crowd, was now going to be an incredible sexual performance. Melissa knew by the end of the show she would be fully nude, in front of the crowd and in the midst of an orgasmic seizure created by her tormenter.

As they lifted Melissa up to the platform around the mast, she was trembling with dread and excitement. It was as if they had read her mind. She had fantasies about being a captured wench that was tied to a mast on a pirate ship while she was stripped, tormented and taken advantage of by the crew. As the brutes made her ready, she began to feel dread for the oncoming show. She felt her nipples harden, her tummy tighten and her pussy moisten. She knew part of her reaction was her fantasy, but the rest were the aphrodisiacs they had given her kicking in.

The platform had a post attached to the mast that was roughly waist high above the platform. Mounted to the post was a dual remote-control vibrator and it contained both pussy and anal vibrators. Melissa would be forced to sit with these vibrators deeply embedded in her pussy and sphincter throughout the show. Of course, she knew her tormenter had the remote control.

She stared at the vibrators with a look of dread, revulsion, and excitement. She had never had her ass fucked and always considered it disgusting, but now she was going to be forced to have her sphincter violated. She learned what it was to be a sex slave; you didn't have any choices about how you were used. The lack of control or even input was frightening but also kind of exciting. She trembled with a scary kind of anticipation as she was lifted onto the platform. Melissa knew that it wouldn't do any good, but she plead anyway, "Please don't violate my ass. Please, I'm a virgin back there."

The brutes looked back at Mick and his cruel smile told them all they needed to know. They added some lube to both vibrators, then lifted Melissa up and they carefully slid them into both orifices of her body. As they slid the vibrators into her everyone could see Melissa shudder with excitement, dread and eagerness of what was to come. They manacled her feet behind her and to the back of the mast, causing her to thrust her hips forward and seat her firmly on the vibrators. In addition, all of her weight was supported by the vibrators inside her.

She felt the vibrators pressing together inside her and with her ass filled for the first time she felt full, no she felt stuffed with vibrators. It was an odd but also sexy feeling. Her body twisted trying to find a comfortable position, but she was already feeling the vibrators press together and against her clit and G-spot. Her mind started going to that special place where she only felt what her body was capable of.

Then they took her hands and pulled her arms up and behind the mast tying them together with soft cotton rope and reached up hooking them high up on the back of the mast. Melissa felt the strain with her arms and legs bound behind her and her back against the mast. She was arched into the shape of a bow and her nether regions were the apex. She felt the pressure of the vibrators pressing into her pussy and anus. She knew that when they were turned on the vibrations would focus on her G-Spot, clit and anus. With the aphrodisiacs coursing through her veins, she didn't stand a chance of fighting off the lust.

This arch had multiple effects: first stretched her flat belly taut and shrank her tiny waist even more, but the second thing it did was thrust her chest out bringing her world-class breasts into prominence. Once her clothes are stripped, they would be jutting out for everyone's ogling pleasure. Third all her weight was on her stuffed pussy, with the vibrators pushing against all her sensitive parts in her nether region.

They added one more thing, Mick came forward and put ear buds in her ears and plugged them into a remote tied to the mast. He whispered into her ear, "I will be in your head talking to you the whole time."

Mick looked at her with pride and a touch of aggression as she watched out of the corner of her eyes with lust and excitement. He ran his hands caressingly over her curves and she sucked in a deep breath, threw her head back against the mast and gave a deep throaty moan. He gave her a devious smile, kissed her and then jumped down to the deck ready to begin the day. His caresses were just a taste of what was to come and she knew she would not be able to resist the lustful cravings they were going to fill her with lust.

Melissa's eyes roamed over the crowd and it was a mixture of rich men and women, plus the ship's sailors. All sat around watching her taut body squirm on the vibrators and pushing against the mast. Currently she was covered and all they could see were her arms, legs and stomach. Her arms and legs strained against the mast with muscles dancing under her skin and tendons struggling against her bondage. Her muscular belly knotted as the stretch and the vibrators inside her began a seductive sway that tickled her erogenous areas.

The show was scheduled to last one hour, so Mick had to stretch out the stripping of this gorgeous slave. When the show started, he began whipping her with the soft cat-o-nine tails. This would not strip her clothes but just caress her taut body. During earlier torment, Melissa confessed to herself that stretching her tightly has the effect of making her skin very sensitive. Somehow he knew this and was going to use this knowledge as he caressed her harshly with the cat-o-nine tails.

He turned the vibrators on low and began to firmly caress her with lashes from the cat-o-nine tails. Using his microphone, he whispered in her ears as he lashed across her taut stomach, "Do you feel me caressing your belly?"

"Oh yes, Oh God no," Melissa moaned throatily.

She felt the caress of the whip, but the vibrators, especially the one in her ass, was creating a combination of feelings that she had never felt. It was like the vibrator in her ass pressed against the one in her pussy, making the vibrations against her clit and G-spot even harder. She knew now that it was going to be a wild ride.

"How about your breasts?" he said with a lash. "Your nipples?"

"Oh God, I feel so sexy and desired, displayed like this and with you talking in my head. I think I'm going to explode. Oooohhh stop this, I feel like an orchestra and you are the conductor playing my body."

"Oh no my tempting slave, you can't climax until you are stripped naked, on display for everyone to see and I tell you to cum. When I tell you to cum, you can climax as hard and as often as you can," he said as he lashed her belly and her pussy a little harder.

"You know how torment me, to push me to the edge, OOhhhhh Goodd I don't want this but I can't stop the feelings. Oh God, I'm already there... Ohh please."

He switched whips and started to methodically strip the minimal covering over those astonishing breasts and turgid nipples, while at the same time bumped the vibrators up a notch. Melissa was thrusting her breasts out to get more of the lash and felt him stripping her in front of the growing crowd. Her stomach muscles were flexing, driving her pussy hard onto the vibrators and her face was already a mask of growing ecstasy as she fought the wild sensations inside her. The combination of the whips, the bondage, the aphrodisiacs, the exhibitionism, and the vibrators had her entire body erotically humming like a guitar string.

Melissa had never felt the pain of the whip or any other serious pain and this agony took her breath away. Meanwhile the buzzing vibrators created the antithesis of pain in her lower body. The two sensations met in the middle explosively, creating a previously unknown awareness and one her mind had trouble with.

She glanced at the crowd and she could feel their eyes stripping her, waiting to see her naked and on display. All those eyes were like caresses that combined with the lash to enflame her skin and send lightning bolts of desire through her body. She looked at her tormentor and with her eyes begged him to strip her and show her to the crowd. She wanted to show the crowd that she was sexier and more gorgeous than any slave they had ever seen.

So far, Mick's lashes had been merely firm caresses, but she knew the stripping lash was coming when he switched whips. His first lash ripped the middle of the blouse open, exposing the insides of her breasts. Melissa felt a stinging as the lash not only ripped her blouse but left a red line between her breasts. Mick was good with the whip but still left marks on her skin. The pain bathed her temporarily washing away any pleasure, but the ecstasy came back quickly and stronger than before.

The next two lashes cut away the outsides of the blouse, leaving only strips of the blouse covering her nipples. He kept the suspense and ripped a couple of tears in the skirt. The crowd was growing and they were moving closer, wanting to see more of Melissa's glorious flesh being revealed as the lash cut away her covering. She felt the crowd demanding more, but her eyes were fogged in a veil of lusty vibrations and painful lashes.

Mick bumped the vibrators over the halfway mark and Melissa's face was an anguished mask of sexual control. Her arms and legs fought the growing ecstasy with tendons stretching and popping, while her muscles were rippling beneath her skin. The muscles of her inflamed belly danced and knotted under her skin. When Mick told Melissa that, he saw her quiver, her muscles clenched in her belly.

"Oh God, Ohhh God, I'm there. I don't know if I can stop it. Oh, please show them all that I am a slave to you, show them that you own this slave's body. OOhh... Oohh GOD... OOhh PLEEEEASE."

"When you are on full display to the crowd and I give you permission you may cum, my gorgeous Slave," he responded.

Mick waited long enough and the next lash cut away the right side of the blouse still covering her nipple and then followed with a lash that cut away the left side. Her belly and breasts were covered with faint red lash marks and that only added to the sexy illusion. Melissa was gasping for breath causing her breasts to shake and wobble erotically. Melissa was now topless and on display to the gathering throng.

Topless, stretched and bound sensuously to the mast with her body quivering excitedly, she was an incredibly gorgeous sight. She knew she was on full display and Mick saw a shudder run through her. Her nipples were hard as pencil erasers as she thrust them towards the crowd. Melissa felt their eyes tweaking her nipples and she imagined all those tongues licking and nipping at her breasts. She looked at the man controlling her passion and moaned seductively as she felt the crowd's lust crawling over her skin. When he displayed her naked body to the crowd, he knew her exhibitionist side would push her to the edge of orgasm. He added to her excitement by talking to her through the mic.

"Everyone is clamoring to see you, Slave. Your breasts look spectacular on display to everyone, and they're taking pictures of you. Your nipples look like they are ready to burst and I can see you are breathing hard. Remember you are mine to control and I command you to give the crowd a fantastic show." He then gave her nipples a soft lash with the stripping whip.

Her body arched as she thrust her breasts out and belly clinched trying to hold back the ecstasy threatening to consume her. The exhibitionism, the vibrators, the whips and the crowd were all merging inside her womb, pushing her into a hysterical need to explode in orgasmic splendor. Melissa was franticly trying keep her orgasm in check and the pride in her owner's eyes helped her remember. Her one-thousand-yard stare was lost on the crowd, but Mick knew she was deep in subspace and her body's multiple sensations quite ruled her mind.

He switched to the soft cat-o-nine tails and began to caress her nipples, breasts, and belly with it. Melissa responded with shudders and tremors racing through her body. Her eyes were lost, searching for the Nirvana just seconds away and her lips were open in an extended moan, "Oh OOhhhh GOD... OOOHHHHHHHH GOD... PLEEEASE."

"I told you, slave, not until you have been completely stripped. All these people want a show and you, my slave, are it."

As he said that into the mic, he saw Melissa's body clinch and her face was etched with out-of-control ecstasy mixed with concentration, trying to keep her orgasm under control. When she came, it was going to be epic and since they were more than halfway through the show. It was time to show everyone how remarkable Melissa's body is, how much she obeys and how beautiful she looks in the throes of ecstasy.

He started by increasing the vibrator setting and this almost pushed Melissa over the edge. She began writhing on the mast, twisting within the confines of her bondage. Her lithe, muscular body began to show the strain of muscles on her arms and legs, but especially her stomach as it began to undulate. She was fighting a losing battle trying to postpone the orgasmic tsunami undulating inside her and leaving her mind lost in a lusty fog.

"OOHHH GOD, OHHH GOD... PLEEEASE... PLEASE"

He began whipping the skirt off of her. He wanted to tease everyone, but he could tell Melissa couldn't last much longer. Her face was a mask of painful anxiety trying to stop the epic orgasm threatening to break through her resolve. Her eyes were lost in the fog of subspace and unintelligible moans and whimpers escaping her harsh breathing.

"MASTER... PLEEEASE... OOHHH... PLEASE."

His first lash opened the middle of the skirt, and with his second, it fell completely open except for the single thread holding the waistband. Then he did three things simultaneously, made the vibrators go to their highest level, and whipped open the last thread holding the skirt closed. Then as it fluttered away from her and pooled on the deck he said, "Everyone can see you gloriously naked, writhing tied to the mast of a pirate ship... Cum for me slave... Cum hard."

She exploded into the epic orgasm he had predicted. Her body was now in full orgasmic display, with undulating breasts capped with pretentious nipples pointing to the sky. All the cords and muscles on her arms, legs and neck were dancing underneath her skin and her stomach muscles locked showing a hard six pack. She was an unbelievable display of sensual womanhood culminating in explosive sexual rapture and she looked regal in her wild abandon. Her face a mask of concentration only moments before, was now glowing in blissful release. Her screams of ecstasy were heard by everyone.

"AAARRRGGGHH... OOHHH... OOHHH... MMM CCUUUMMMING... AARRGGHH... OH GOD... CUMMMMING HARD... OHHHH... OH GOD... INTENSE... OOOOOOOO GGGOOOODDDD."

Mick stared rapturously at this woman, and he was so in awe of her. At this moment, she was without a doubt the most gorgeous woman on the planet. He really wished he could keep her.

He became so enamored watching Melissa shatter on the mast he almost forgot his job... almost. He switched to the cat-o-nine tails and began firmly whipping her breasts, nipples, belly and pussy, with his intent to keep Melissa climaxing and orgasming until the end of the show. He kept whipping her, leaving crisscrossed red lines across her breasts, belly, hips and legs.

"AAARRRGGGHH... OOHHH... AGAIN... AARRGGHH... OH GOD... AGAIN... CUMMMMING HARD."

Her body began whipsawing from orgasm to orgasm. During a hard one, her stomach muscles would clench and knot trying to pull her hips and pussy forward driving the unforgiving vibrators deep into her pussy and ass. This also had the effect of pushing the vibrators hard against her clit forcing her into an explosive orgasm forcing her to arch away from the intense vibrations. With her back arched and her head pressed against the mast, the vibrators were pressed hard against her g-spot, forcing her into another stomach cramping orgasm driving her back onto the vibrators.

This whipsaw motion had her breathtaking breasts doing the most stunning dance on her chest, their fluid dance was ecstasy in motion with her hard puckered nipples setting the tempo. Meanwhile, every muscle and cord in her body was distended in a shared ecstasy as she strained against her bonds with the repeated rapture pummeling her body. Her body was glistening with sweat, red whip marks while her hair created a wild golden cloud around her whipping head.

He swapped whips and grabbed the harsh stripping whip and added pain to the rapture she was feeling. He used the harsh whip to pop her nipples, her navel, the sensitive juncture of her hips and legs, and lastly her clit. He kept up the harsh whips leaving red marks all over her. Each lash made her body lurch in a dance of pain and bliss. They merged together in a confused feeling of paradise and her mind was swirling in pure lustful subspace.

" CANT STOP CUMMING... OH GOD... OH MMMYYYY GGGGOOODDD."

He set the whips down and before he took off the microphone, he whispered into Melissa's ears, "I have never seen you look more sexy, beautiful and alluring than you do right now. You make a magnificent slave."

He set the microphone down and walked over to her and began to drink in the heady orgasmic juices that her pussy had been producing for the last half an hour. Since her pussy was almost six foot in the air, he barely had to bend to suck her clit in his mouth. As his mouth began to make love to her pussy and clit, her ecstasy went to a whole level and she lost the ability to speak except for a long-drawn-out moan. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO."