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THE SWEET STING OF PAIN-chapter 2
NATASHA GROANS AND GROWS
From the very start, Natasha knew she had found the missing piece of her puzzled life. There had developed a new meaning between her and Frank. It was not obvious to the general work force at the office, but subtle hints could be detected if looked for.
Even though it was still quite warm outside, Natasha wore high necked sweaters and long sleeved blouses to work often. What ever could she be hiding? The short, tight, minis she used to wear had been replaced by attractive, yet length skirts. Many of these garments hung just above her ankles. It was getting to be a rarity to see her legs anymore.
At times when she simply had to loose some clothing to work more comfortably, people would sometimes comment on the deep purple bruise on her arm or leg. Natasha had some lame excuse for them though. She’d either been chasing her kitten around and bumped into a table, or she’d slipped in her bath tub, or some other such bull shit.
The reality of the marks came from her desire for pain. The battle scars of a fight lost. The tale tell signs of, the sweet sting of pain. But finding excuses was getting old. How badly Natasha wanted to simply say, “I’m learning to become a masochist and I’ve met the most sadistic Man…” and beam brightly and go off into some lengthy discussion about Frank. She couldn’t though. Instead, when anyone noticed any out of sorts marks on her, Natasha was cleaver and thought up something.
It had been two months since the invitation. Natasha used the key Frank had given her and entered His home again.
“Drop those clothes in the hallway bitch, and crawl to Me.” His voice so nonchalantly challenged. He could tell by the click of her heels landing in the foyer on the cold tile floor.
Frank was in the drawing room. It has no carpet, just swirled cement painted black. When One had sufficient booze in Him, or the correct amount of drugs, that large black floor looked like the black hole in space. A place of endless depth.
Frank knew Natasha was on her way, so He earlier went to the store and bought a five pound bag of uncooked rice. From the entrance to the drawing room, all over the black floor Frank sprinkled the rice. As Natasha crawled into the room it was less than a moment before she began to moan and mumble about something sticking in her knees.
A sadistic smile crossed Franks face. He stood behind the naked woman with His cane in His hand. Each time she mumbled, He’d lift the cane high above His head and SWOOSH~!!! It would land full force on her upturned ass cheeks.
“Ouch, thank you Master,” the frightened and shocked slut cried.
Another rip of the cane now sliced into her left hip. It made her crawl all the more faster, which of course sunk the rice all the more deeper into her knees, calves, and the heels of her hands.
A spot the cane claimed home was the small of her back. Many marks could clearly be seen on her back from it. She had not decided if the cane was her favorite or not, but it sure was accurate in the infliction of pain. She loved it so much.
Frank had now placed a hood over her head and face. It had no eye holes so she was blind, only a nose hole to breath through, and a zippered mouth. This was to muffle her cries for cessation, but not stop them. Oh how He loved hearing her tortured strained voice plead and beg for mercy. T/they both loved it in fact. Him because He simply loved creating pain. Her because she simply loved receiving pain.
The cane landed on her left shoulder. Natasha screamed through the mask and rolled over onto her back. The pain in her left arm made it give way. This exposed her entire naked front. The cane now whirled and flashed through the air as it landed it’s sting on her nipples. It sank into the taught belly of the girl. It whipped along her flailing legs. It bounced off her ankles and heels, and toes.
Frank loved how she would roll up into the fetal position in an attempt to escape, then poke an arm or leg out to see if He’d actually stopped. Only what ever body part she surrendered to such intolerable exposure would be sacrificed to the bite of the cane. Small toes had been nearly broken. Fingers lacerated. Elbows bloodied and bruised. Knees were not neglected either. There was nothing on the prone, shivering body beneath Him off limits to Frank.
After a lengthy amount of time spent using the cane on the slut, Frank dropped it and reached down and gripped the hooded girls right wrist harshly. He snatched her to her feet and pushed her against the cold stone wall. She could not see so she didn’t know how close or far she was from the wall. A thud and the sudden loss of air in her lungs told her she was there.
Frank then twisted her right arm high behind her back. The girl had to stand on tip toes to try to alleviate some of the pain.
He used rough twine to loop around her aching wrist and then back down her arm, encasing her elbow with it. Then the end of the twine was tugged sharply up her back and over her left shoulder. Next the left arm was snatched back and the twine made it’s same travels in reverse. Now both hands and elbows were bound in a gruesome, awkward manner.
Using the same lengthy twine, Frank now circled the girls back and chest with it, just underneath her hanging breasts. He pulled the twine tightly as if fitting the girl for a corset. Her breath came in short spurts as the rope bite into her ribs and chest. He showed no mercy with the coarse ropes. They scratched and dragged across her skin with each sharp tug. Soon enough her upper body was nearly mummified by the ropes.
Standing back, Frank eyed His pet and smiled to Himself. Then He slapped at her inner right thigh, “Open” He sighed. Natasha spread her feet apart, feeling her weight standing on the hard pieces of rice on the floor. Frank kneeled and used another piece of rope to wrap it several times tightly around her left ankle. The circulation was not in jeopardy but it was touch and go. Frank then used a thinner piece of twine and twisted it tightly around each toe on her left foot. That piece of rope was then slip knotted to the loops around her ankle which caused, when pulled tightly, all her toes to bend back toward her body. This made standing difficult once the other foot was thus bound as well.
Now Frank had the slut kneel. Again knees met rice and rice won. She groaned and her muffled cries filled the room as she did. Frank took the backs of her ankles and threaded the twine between skin and rope, the tied a handle between them. With one additional lengthy piece of heavy rope, Frank was able to connect her ankles and elbows with the “handle” He’d made and loop the end of the stronger rope through a pulley which He’d installed in the ceiling. A mechanical wench hoisted the woman into the air face down. Her bound and beaten body swung helplessly before Him. He’d now wished He hadn’t put that hood on the slut so He could see the pain contortions of her pretty face.
Natasha wiggled and tried to find some sort of relief from the weight of her own body hanging and pulling against the ropes, but no such relief was found.
Frank bent and retrieved a large thick vibrator. He spat on it several times and stood beneath her moist pussy. Without speaking, Frank ran His large fingers up and down her cunt. He could hear her soft muffled moans. A false sense of security to be sure. He heard her gasp as His fingers forcefully entered her pussy. He was snatching her hairs along with His fingers but could care less. She wiggled and grunted under the hood, yet her pussy juice betrayed her protests.
Suddenly, fingers get snatched out and the large plastic cock gets shoved in and turned on full power. It juts and rotates and wiggles and seems to grow thicker as it works.
“Aaaaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhh,” Natasha screams as the fake cock rams and climbs and bends and probes her sensitive inner pussy walls.
Frank isn’t through yet though. He has another version of the same plastic cock only just a tad smaller, yet just as thick. This one Frank dips into a jar of sex jell, “for ease of insertion” He thought to Himself. Then He aimed it at the entrance of her small asshole.
Natasha felt the intruder at once and tried to tighten her ass muscles to prevent the inevitable. Frank loved this part. He simply loved each time her protests gave way to her submission.
He toyed with the girl by slowly counting,
“One, two, THREE!” Frank shoved half the entire twelve inches of plastic cock directly into Natasha’s ass hole.
“Ohhhhhh MYYYYY Pleaseeeeeeeeeee take it out, TAKE IT OUT PLEAAASSSSEEEE!!!!”
“Funny,” Frank mused to Himself as He rammed the ass fucker home harder with His hand, “She speaks pretty good through a hood.”
The larger vibrator in her pussy would bent from side to side. The thin tissue separating her pussy and asshole could not stop the sound of the faint click it made when it bumped against the one in her ass hole. She fought hard to hold the vibrator inside her pussy, knowing that should it fall out, Frank would no doubt find some menacing way to punish her for it. She could feel her muscles growing taught around the plastic cock. Each time she tried to bear down on the one in her pussy though, Frank could feel her trying to expel the one in her ass. Each time Frank felt resistance, He’d simply push harder and deeper into her suspended asshole.
“AAAAGGGGHHHHH!!!! They’re rippinnngggg Meeeeee aaapppaaarrrttt….”
Frank heard and His cock hardened at her distress. He laughed, “Did you say something My dear?” Then continued to push the ass fucking tool deeper.
The hanging girl could but accept the intruders into her holes. She tried to settle into the situation but comfort escaped her.
Frank pulled a small table over and set it directly below her hanging tits. He brought over two candles on candle sticks standing near twelve inches high. As He light a match the girls body went limp. She could smell the sulfur in the air. Then she felt a warmth rising up from beneath her. Comforting at first, then the heat increased. Suddenly a case of heartburn overtook her like never before. Frank was moving the candles back and forth over her suspended nipples.
“AAAAAAAAAAAgggggggggghhhhhhhhhh noooooooooo!!!!,” she shrieked through the hood. Her body jerking and twisting trying to avoid the flames. They touched her not but being blinded as she was, she could not tell the exact proximity of them. It was as delightfully painful, as it was excrutiatingly sensual to the slut. She covered the plastic dildo several time while her pussy flooded it. Frank had left the other dildo in her asshole and Natasha thought she may have shorted it out by covering it with an ass orgasm as well. Both kept on doing their jobs inside her however.
Frank had allowed the candles to burn down to a height where He could now leave them sit on the table beneath the girl. The flames could not quite reach her, but the heat still burned enough to cause her the desired discomfort.
Taking a leather bound zippered case from a shelf, Frank stood at the feet of the suspended slut. Her toes, each one looped and flexed back tight towards her shins. He extracted five thin needles and laid them on the table beside Him. Carefully holding her little toe in two fingers, Frank pinched the toe meat together until the blood was trapped inside it. Then He selected a needle and slowly began to pierce it into and through that tiny toe.
“Ouuuuuuuuuuccccccccchhhhhhhh, ppppllllleeeeaaassseee nnnnooooooo”… Natasha begged. She tried to pull her foot away but there was no where for it to go. Frank shoved the needle until it broke through the other side of her toe. He then selected another and yet another until He had shoved four needles into the girls four toes. Natasha was literally beside herself now. The pain in her toes was more than she thought she could bear.
Frank now took yet a thicker needle this time. He aim it at her big toe. With a slight push, a little wiggle, and a hard shove, Frank was able to drive the needle deep into the fat part of the bottom of her toe and right out through the toe nail itself.
Shrieks of sheer torture escaped her mouth. None of them made any sense, but caused Frank to wiggle alternatively at various needles. Blood trickled and splattered on the cement floor. He would slide the needles in and back out of any selected to for yet another insertion. Each new hole created a new voice in the slut. Frank took her other foot and a longer needle. This time He inserted the head of the needle into the ball of her foot and kept pushing until it poked through the skin. Natasha went limp for a moment. Frank then allowed the needle to travel the outside of her naked sole until it reach her heel. Since she had high arches, the needle hadn’t pierced anything on her sole, but it sank into the bottom of her heel and continued until it came out the back of it.
“NNNNNNNNNooooooooooo moooorrrreeee ppppplllllleeeeeaasssseee….” she screamed quite audibly, but to no avail. Frank merely hooked His finger under the needle between her sole, and lifted upwards. This increased the pressure of the needle protruding from her foot and caused the sweetest chorus of cries from the slut.
Frank then removed more needles of various shapes and thickness. He’d push them through the backs of her thighs. A few sliced through her calfs. The forearms also were not neglected either. There were needle marks left on this girl that didn’t have anything to do with drugs…except the sweet drug of pain.
There were marks and cuts and puncture holes the length of the girls body. Some were old wounds reopened during today’s session with the cane. Some were new ones created from errant attempts at insertion of a needle. Blood and open wounds abounded. This gave Frank an idea.
She heard His footsteps as He left the room. She sighed both in respite and sadness, hoping this session was not so short lived. She was not to be disappointed. Frank returned with a bucket of cold water. He had put an entire box of salt in the bucket beforehand. Natasha could hear the sloshing of the water but didn’t expect what happened next.
“Bath time slut,” Frank announced and then doused the swinging sluts entire body with the salty water. The instant chill of the water vanished before she could vocally respond once the salt melted into open cuts and wounds.
“Ahhhhhhhh shhhhiiiiiiittttttttttt!!!! It stings, it stings shhhhiiittttt!!!!!”
Frank laughed and smiled at the twisting, wiggling, beaten, pierced, and punished slut hanging before Him. He lowered the hoist so that her hooded face was now at His waist. Frank used the riding crop again to slap at the sluts wet body. Each slap of the crop stung whether it hit a new spot or an old cut. Blood and water flew off her body with each taste of the crop.
Using His other hand, Frank grabbed His own massive cock and began to masturbate while selectively beating this bitch. His hand flew up and down as He grew more and more excited.
When He was just about to cum Frank dropped the crop. He pulled the sluts face upwards and unzipped the mouth opening. Instinctively, she parted her lips and accepted His shooting sperm. It oozed over her tongue and down her throat without her even having to swallow. Her tongue snaked around His cock head, and she sucked His cum as if it were her last meal. Frank sank His cock into her lips until He was satisfied. Then He backed away from the slut. She sighed in distress hoping she’d satisfied Him.
Frank snatched out the ass fucking dildo and yanked out the pussy intruder, leaving Natasha a quivering mess of ropes and flesh. Slowly He removed all the needles, wiggling some just to cause a reaction in her. Then He lowered her body to the floor with the wench system. Using a large knife, Frank cut all the ropes and twine from the girl. She wiggled her toes and fingers trying to regain some flow of blood back to them.
Frank then used a belt to lay a stinging hard slap on the girls tummy as she laid on her back exhausted.
“Roll over bitch like the dog you are.” He commanded. Each word emphasized by another landing of the belt. The girl rolled over and over like a trained puppy. The rice digging into her broken, beaten body. Her form responding to the belt. Every pore of her body hurt, yet the slut craved more. More and more with each hit her body became so sensually alive, so sexually driven towards…the sweet sting of pain.
The End.
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B.O.H.I.C.A. (bend over here it comes again.)
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