Knotted Pleasure (24 page)

They were all deriving pleasure from her pain and suffering.

A dozen times the judge beat her pussy with the flogger.

Sometimes he would tease her, slapping her almost gently, but then he surprised her with the intensity of the next blow, the flogger shattering on her intimate flesh with such ferocity. It felt like her innards were rubbed raw by the harsh lather, but she kept her legs spread and her pussy open to the cruel punishment. The flogger moved up her slit, higher and higher, seeking out her clit. She tried to put it out of her mind, but each time the flogger strand touched close to it, all she could imagine was her clit growing and popping out, exposing her pleasure button to something more, a pain button for the cruel men to beat into submission. As hard as she tried, her clit began to grow as if seeking out the flogger. She shivered in fear for the moment they would see it exposed and take out their punishment on it.

The judge changed angles with each blow, moving from between her legs to near her head, the flogger beating down to find new untouched flesh with each blow, louder screams from her lips. His hand stroked his cock faster.

Miguel knew Sandra better then she knew herself. He waited, calculating when she was the most vulnerable. No matter how much she fought it, she had a deep seeded desire to be taken by strong man that demanded much from her body. It took a few more strikes with the flogger before it was exposed. Sandra had shifted her grip on her 146

legs, rolling her body a little higher, the new position opening her up more. It was as though it was a tiny cock poking out. Her clit was swollen and red with blood. Miguel nudged the judge with the whip.

"Take careful aim." He pointed to her clit.

She saw the evil glint in Miguel's eyes and then his hushed words to the judge with the whip. She couldn't see very good because of her position, bent in two, but she sensed her exposure. In spite of all the pain that she was enduring, she was feeling something else. Her clit was swollen in lust. She didn't understand or even try to fathom why, all she knew was that her submission to these men were making aroused. She was ashamed of her own feelings, but there was no longer any way to hide it from them. They could see it in her. As much as they whipped her pussy, it was wet, not in pain, but in excitement. Now her clit was begging for the same harsh treatment.

She didn't know what would happen, but she knew that she would be shamed by her own desires. Then it hit her. The flogger came crashing down between her legs. She ignored the three strands that attacked her elsewhere, all her attention drawn to the one strand that sought out her clit. The judge was precise, the tip of the strand hit the end of her clit and smashed the blood filled organ into her pelvic as though it was hit by a hammer.

The pain, the pleasure, all of it exploded in that one second when the leather strand sought out her clit. "EEWWWHHH!" Sandra didn't know what to feel. The pain was intense, but so was the pleasure, her body unable to comprehend the difference. It was as though her clit was trained by the men to take the pain and turn it into pleasure. Her body was confused, but the judge was ready to solve her dilemma. He struck her again with the flogger, his aim exact on her clit. This time the organ was ready for it. The leather shoved it into her pelvic bone and Sandra's orgasm rushed through her body with such speed and intensity that she had a hard time holding onto reality. She screamed, but it was a cry of pleasure. She saw Miguel grab the flogger and turn it around, her pussy suddenly impaled on the thick handle, the spiraling leather rubbing her insides raw, but that only added to the explosive orgasm that raced through her untrained body. She rocked 147

and clutched the handle of the flogger, the cruel instrument that enforced this orgasm on her body only inciting her lust. She didn't care as she came, the judges watching her perform like a trained animal. She felt the hot cum fly through the air and land on her face, the judge that had been whipping her thrown in a sexual frenzy by her unexpected orgasm. It landed on her lips, her tongue lapping it up as the orgasm continued to race through her body.

It took a minute before Sandra collapsed, her body rocked by her orgasm. The judge slipped his fingers into her mouth, opening it up for his slimy cock to follow, but Sandra performed the degrading task of cleaning his spent cock. He pulled out of her mouth, her tongue licking her lips as if eagerly seeking out the drying cum on her face.

Miguel let her lay there for long minutes to regain her composure.

She might have cum, but there were still two more judges that she would have to contend with. He knew there was a few more orgasms that he could coax from her body before he was finished with her.

Miguel helped Sandra up from the desk. "Over here,' guiding her over to the other table. This one was different, more of a frame then a table. It would leave her open front and back. "Face down, Sandra."

Miguel had to help her onto the strange table, just a series of metal rods running from side to side, Sandra fearing when she saw the ends were built to open and close, just where her legs would go. Face down she feared for her exposed ass. Miguel laid her carefully onto the frame, her body supported by the meta braces, but she found her breasts hanging down like cow udders, fearing that they might whip them or worse. Her legs were next, put on each side of the table, then Miguel moved between them until she felt them spread out, wider and wider until he was standing between them, open and exposed again.

This time it was the new judge that did the dirty work, Sandra finding leather cuffs wrapped around her wrists and ankles. When he was finished, she was bound face down on the table, her limbs spread obscenely. With her body spent by her orgasm she feared there would be no pleasure this time, only pain. Once he was finished binding her to the table, he freed his cock. She looked into his hands and she saw them. She had never used them, nor had her lovers, but there was no 148

doubt that he was holding nipple clamps in his hand. The metal glistened in the light, but all she saw were the sharp teeth that ringed the inner clamp. They were built to bite deep and painfully into a nipple and hold it tight, no matter how much strain was put on them.

He disappeared from sight, but she felt him. His fingers plucked at her nipples, Sandra trying to fight it, but they grew thick and hard, his fingers experienced at arousing a girls nipples. Then she felt his hot, wet lips engulf one of her nipples, sucking it deep into his mouth, his teeth gripping it beneath the nipple on her areola as his tongue lashed at her nipple like a boxer with a punching bag. She felt her nipple stretch by his powerful suction, but she could do nothing to stop him.

He moved from one nipple to the other until they both hung heavily from beneath her, hard and swollen, exposed and vulnerable.

It didn't take long for the judge to begin to entrap her nipples in the clamps. He opened the first one wide, the sharp jaws like a sharp, taking her pink nipple and pushing it between the jaws. Once captured by the metal jaws, he began to release it, slowly and methodically the two unyielding metal jaws began to pinch on the rubbery flesh of her nipple. He watched in rapt silence as the sharp metal teeth bit into the soft flesh, the jaws so closing in on the trapped flesh until she cried out. Her body shook, but the straps held her still, only making her breast dance erotically, but it was too late. He released the clamp and it held tight.

"MMMGGG!" She cried out, never feeling anything like it before.

Her nipple was pinched, but not like a finger would do, this was an inanimate object that cared little except to crush her nipple between the two jaws and hold it painfully in its grip. It felt like hundreds of needles were puncturing her nipple, digging into it until it was trapped. Even when he released it, the pain was still racing through the sensitive nerve endings that ringed her nipple. In spite of the pain, her nipple stayed hard. She braced herself for the next one, but in spite of knowing what would happen, it still took her breath away when it pinched her nipple in its terrible embrace. She could feel the pounding blood in the tips, trapped by the powerful clamps. She thought it couldn't get any worse, but Miguel always seemed to 149

surprise her.

Miguel saw the way her breasts were extended by the clamps, her nipples crushed and turned sideways by the weight of them. All of the judges were stroking their cocks, even the two that had already cum on her, seeing the way her nipples were abused, but knowing there was more. He picked up the two weights, each one a half pound with a spring attached to the end of it, the other having a small clasp that would attach to the nipple clamps. "I thought something to keep your nipples aroused, Sandra."

The weights looked so big and heavy, but it was the springs that distressed her the most. Unless she lay perfectly still, the springs would make the weight bounce on the clamps. She knew that they would not let her be still, more then enough whips to make her body move for them. She felt the judge beneath her tug on the clamp, igniting a new sharp pain to the depths of her breast, but as his fingers tugged on it, she knew that he was securing the weight. She was thankful that he didn't drop it to the ground, but carefully lowered it until she felt the clamp pulled towards the ground beneath her. The clamp pulled tighter, stretching her nipple, but she could only groan in pain as it pulled it towards the ground. It stopped, but Sandra feared that they would make the weight dance on the spring.

The judge was ready with the next one, the first one still, the spring drawn taut. He attached the other weight, this time not so careful, letting the weight drop until the spring caught it. It bounced up and down before it stopped, but not before it had done its nasty business with her trapped nipple.

"EEEWWOOOWW!" It felt like it was continually opening and closing on her nipple, the sharp teeth biting painfully into her flesh, the weight bouncing up and down on the spring until it finally came to rest, her nipple drawn out and stretched, It was as though a man's fingernails had dug into her nipple and cut it severely. She could hardly breathe, the expectations of the clamps dangling beneath her, the slightest movement setting off the chain reaction of pain in her body.
What would they do to me now?

The judge stood up, smiling at his handiwork. They could all see 150

her lovely breasts now pulled out of shape, her pink nipples clamped beneath the steel clamps, the weights pulling her breasts to the floor.

Her nipples were stretched out at least an inch, trapped for their pleasure. It was time for the judge to make her tits dance for them.

He took out the wooden paddle, no need for anything so severe, all he needed was to make her body jerk from the blow and this would serve its purpose.

She saw the paddle, but had little time to prepare herself for it. He struck her ass with it instantly. It wasn't so much the pain, a gentle sting on her sore flesh, but the wood paddle was formidable when it struck her. It shook her body and bound as she was, it still made her rock. That sent the weighs beneath her moving, the spring adding to the movement, moving down, then back up, each time it moved a shorter distance, but by time it was ready to stop, the paddle was back to induce her frantic movements again.

Miguel moved between her legs, his finger searching out her pussy, one finger beginning to slide up and down her slit, not surprised to find her wet and wanton. The judge was paddling her rhythmically, the weights never stopped moving, her nipples yanked and pulled constantly. "How do you like that, Sandra?"

She liked his finger on her pussy, the strong, demanding touch masturbating her in spite of already cumming. It was as though the minute she was bound for these men and they played with her body with immunity, she got wet and aroused.
What was Miguel turning
me into?
Her ass was struck by the paddle a dozen times before she could speak, breathless from what it was doing to her. "It feels like the clamps are milking my breasts. They tug and pull, my nipples never left alone, as though they were attached to a milking machine." She was ashamed, but she knew that it wouldn't be long before Miguel made her cum, his fingers exploring her expertly, coaxing her clit, the tip of his fingernail racing over the sensitive end like a knife, but the pleasure raced through her body. Her nipples hurt, felt good, Sandra unable to decide, the sharp clamps feeling as though they were puncturing her flesh, but the constant tugging kept them aroused.

"Can you cum for me, Sandra?" Miguel pushed a finger inside her 151

pussy, another in her asshole, but her clit was never deserted.

She didn't answer, he already knew. Not even the finger in her sore ass could dampen her arousal, not even the cock that was pushed into her mouth as the judge spanked her ass with the paddle could stop the pleasure that built in her body. They were taking her and Miguel was making her cum, there was no doubt about that. She began to suck the cock in her mouth, glad it wasn't that big and the judge was too interested in spanking her ass with the paddle and making her nipples dance to shove it down her throat.

The paddling picked up speed, the judge was in her mouth, feeling his orgasm coming soon. He wanted to make sure that she came first or with him, seeing Miguel fingering her glistening with her wetness.