On display | Tamara 9 | rope and steel bdsm stories

It was not until some time later that the fun began.

„Oh my,“ drawled an amused female voice. „A real cutie to play with. Whose is she; d’you know?“

A man’s voice, husky, answered: „Not sure, but it doesn’t really matter. If she’s on display, she’s fair game. Good body; nice tits. Have some fun with her tonight, I reckon.“

The woman again: „Hmmm. I agree. Not bad at all. Do you think anyone would mind if we gave her a bit of a try-out?“

Tamara didn’t recognise either voice, but shivered. The woman’s tone just oozed menace. She jumped in fright as a hand brushed her thigh, another mindless yell escaping her steel-ringed ‚O’ of a mouth as her painfully stretched nipples once more took the brunt of any and all involuntary movement.

„Of course not,“ chuckled the male voice. „That’s what she’s here for.“

Tamara fought hard to remain still as a finger dipped inquisitively into her moist sexual passage.

„Still pretty tight; wonder what she’ll fetch?“

Tamara’s body quivered in sudden dread. Try her out? Jesus, how many men, and women, would she have to service? Annaliese and Jason, even the doctor sometimes, she’d come to accept, but this was inhuman; especially after what had happened in the kitchen and elsewhere. A hand passed over the flesh of her stretched breasts while another finger joined the first inside her proffered vagina. Helplessly, her hips rolled in automatic response to the titillation.

„By God, she’s hot to trot,“ the male voice gleefully exclaimed. „How d’you reckon she’d stand up to a bit of punishment?“

A second, smaller hand, joined in rubbing the wealed flesh of Tamara’s breasts. „Pretty well, I think,“ said the female voice. „Yes, good skin texture. Perform quite well under the whip, I shouldn’t wonder.“ The woman’s soft voice was emotionless, speaking as if Tamara were merely some animal or thing over which she had purchase rights.

„Yeah,“ mused the man. „And I bet she’ll make a glorious fuck.“

The woman snorted and the fingers abruptly withdrew. „That’s all you ever think of, isn’t it?

Can’t you get your brains out of your shorts long enough to have some real fun? Just look at those tits and nipples! Can you just imagine what we could do to them if they’d let us?“

Tamara breathed hard through her nose as the man laughed. Her skin crawled at the sound of his zipper, then her breath whooshed out as, without preamble, a large, stiff, penis slid snugly into her moist depths.

„You fucking animal,“ snapped the woman. „Can’t you wait?“

The man chuckled. „Sorry, Fiona. Can’t.“ The fleshy prong began to move, slowly and turgidly, in and out of Tamara’s helplessly offered sexual passageway and she groaned anew, dribbling through her forced-open hole of a mouth. Her body was already betraying her. Despite the pain of her enforced position, she could feel her juices running.

The man rested more weight on her mound and his two hands began to tease her roped nipples.

She groaned anew.

The man chuckled. „What’s the matter, girl? Uncomfortable?“

The woman’s voice, lower down; malevolent yet pleased, as she knelt to inspect Tamara’s bottom: „Well now, what have we here? Someone’s been quite busy with her ass, I see.“

Tamara groaned, pitifully, as the female hands moved across her wealed behind. Meanwhile, the thick penis continued to move unhindered inside her, the hands at her breasts roving unashamedly over the wealed surfaces. The man was breathing faster now, as was Tamara herself. It was happening. She could almost forget the pain, the pleasure pangs stronger by the instant as the fleshy prong continued to plunder her moist sexual passage.

Abruptly it was over; the thick penis withdrawn.

Tamara sobbed in despair. She had been so close. But he hadn’t allowed her to climax. She wriggled her hips as best she could, a gasping groan escaping her dribbling, open mouth as once more her nipples went on fire. Oh God. How could anyone do this to her? Couldn’t he see her desperate need?

She sensed him standing at her head. Her forcibly opened mouth almost begged him to enter.

And he did.

Tamara gagged on the fleshy pole as it tried to bore a hole in the back of her throat. She could taste herself on the invading phallus. There was a new sensation in her vagina. Two slim fingers eased into her dripping sexual passage while a third slipped into her involuntarily clenching and unclenching anus. Despite the increased pain in her breasts, her hips rolled as a long fingernail first scratched gently over her erect clitoris, then began to rub away at the little engorged nub of flesh.

The man using her mouth plunged in and out of his victim’s dribbling orifice with gusto, rapidly nearing his climax and Tamara mentally braced herself for the gushing seed to come as the maddening fingers drove her rapidly up the scale of delight towards her own finish.

Gasping and groaning, jerking savagely now on the cords stretching her aching breasts, Tamara inexorably approached her Nirvana. Suddenly her mouth was full of the viscous, familiar tasting fluid as, unable to hold back any more, the man tried to bury himself in the back of her throat. This act, coupled with the woman’s deliberate attentions between her legs, drove Tamara to her own climax and, sobbing and panting, she at last found her ultimate pleasure.

She came down to earth slowly, the ache in her breasts and other parts of her obscenely posed body only now reminding her just how vulnerable and exposed she remained. To her horror, she found she was still excited. More. She wanted more.

„Nnnnnnnnnnng? Nnnnnnnnnnng?“ she begged plaintively.“

The man got the message and chuckled. „Oh no, my dear. That’s only the start. You’ve got a lot of screwing to do yet, but in our time, not yours.“

Tamara groaned, a slimy trickle of semen running from the metal-lined ‚O’ of her mouth.

Desperately, she shook her hips and nearly fainted at the atrocious pain in her nipples as the cords drew ever tighter.

From behind her came the sound of more people coming to stand in front of the stage. Dimly, from behind her, Tamara heard Annaliese’s calm and authoritative voice, smug and condescending as she got on her soapbox. „Ladies and Gentlemen, please. Tonight we have a new slave on display; generously donated by her owner for anyone’s use and entertainment.“

The announcement brought a spontaneous round of applause from the crowd.

Annaliese seemed in her element.

„Now then, ladies and gentlemen,“ began Annaliese, „the slave’s name is ‚Big Tits’ and until quite recently she was a spoiled little rich girl whose only thought was for herself.“ She gave a chuckle. Since she has been with us, however, we have managed to alter her perceptions considerably. As you can see, her tits are nicely sized for punishment.“ Hands reached out to caress and squeeze Tamara’s stretched breasts, provoking another heart-rending ‚nnnnng’ of distress from the helpless girl. Annaliese chuckled again. „She has never served here before,“ she continued, „yet I can tell you that she has already demonstrated a quite astonishing aptitude for becoming sexually aroused by the use of judiciously administered pain.“

The hands left Tamara’s stretched titties and an agonised scream came from her drooling mouth as another slash from the quirt was delivered to the lower slopes of her tortured breasts.

„She has been selected to be trained as a ponygirl for her Master,“ continued Annaliese, „and, as you can see, she has an extremely high sex drive coupled with an equally high pain threshold.“ Two fingers parted Tamara’s lower lips. „You see? Even in stringent bondage and whipped, she manages to remain wet and juicy.“

Tamara trembled, the movement setting her strained breasts dancing on the stretching ropes.

Wet? Wouldn’t any girl be wet if she had just been treated as she had? Suddenly, inexplicably, her fright disappeared to be replaced by anger. No, not even anger, fury. Stupidly, she tried to shout her defiance, but all that came out of the steel-ringed hole was a meaningless gurgle. Her indignation increased, every painful quiver of her body only managing to underline the futility of resistance. Oh, the injustice of it all.

„Who branded her, Annaliese, you?“ The soft yet strangely malevolent voice was that of the woman who had just aided in Tamara’s humiliating rape.

„You’ve already been looking her over, I see, Fiona,“ laughed Annaliese. „Well yes, as a matter of fact I did do it myself. At her Master’s instructions, of course. Those are his initials.“

Tamara’s skin crawled at the unconcerned way in which she was being discussed. „As you can see, ladies and gentlemen, as with all our ponygirls, her nipples, clitoris and labia have all been fitted with steel rings. Makes controlling them so much easier.“ Callously, she reached down to twang Tamara’s nipple cords, bringing yet more groans and gurgles from her obscenely wide-open mouth.

Ribald remarks, crude observations and chuckles from the crowd greeted this latest demonstration and Tamara’s heart sank. There would be no sympathy found amongst this lot.

„Ok then,“ shouted Annaliese over the hubbub. „I’ll just go through the rules once more for anyone who’s not clear. Later we will auction her off to the highest bidder, but until then she can be used by anyone, so long as she remains in plain sight and is not removed from the pillory. She is, of course, here for your pleasure and use, but there must be no broken bones or serious damage done. No excuses ladies and gentlemen. I repeat, no serious damage. Everyone clear?“

There was an immediate chorus of agreement. For Tamara, the next hour or so was purgatory.

Unable to defend herself in any way, she was beset by what seemed like a never-ending procession of men and women who wanted either to fuck or beat her, or both. Fleshy shafts were thrust without ceremony into all three of her orifices, sometimes singly, sometimes all at once. Beaten with both cane and whip, she prayed constantly for the blessing of unconsciousness, but her drug-crazed body would have none of it. No matter what they did to her, she remained in agonised possession of her senses.

Eventually her ordeal ended, only to be replaced by another.

„Auction time,“ shouted Annaliese over the microphone. „Gather round folks! Highest bidder wins the use of the slave for the rest of the night. There’s plenty of life left in her, so cash only, please. Remember, the term, tonight, means just that; from now until 8.30 tomorrow morning.“

Tamara couldn’t stop herself trembling. Couldn’t they see how distressed she was? Maybe she’d never be able to stand up straight again. She had lost count of the men who had taken brutal possession of her helpless body and, despite the drug’s still-lingering effect, felt sore and used.

Annaliese’s voice, cruel and disparaging, rose above the muttered conversation. „Here we go then, ladies and gentlemen. Tamara, our new girl. What am I bid? Will anybody say ?20?“

„?15.“

„?20.“

„?25.“

The first three bids were fast and furious.

A short pause, then ?50. Tamara recognised the soft tones. It was the woman who’d mauled her earlier. Her stomach lurched. The fact that it might be she who would have her use dissipated what remained of Tamara’s courage.

„?100.“ The bid was firm and confident. A man’s voice.

Silence from the crowd.

„?150.“ The woman again, not so firm and not so confident, yet echoed by a collective gasp.

„?500.“ The returning bid was immediate.

This time there was just silence; a silence which stretched on and on. There was no further response from the woman; no response from anyone, in fact; not even Annaliese. For long moments both she and the crowd were utterly, totally silent; as if completely stunned by the amount of the bid.

„Well then, er, any more bids?“ Annaliese sounded a little confused, much of her previous bombast gone. „?500 I’m bid. Are there any more?“ she repeated.

Absolute silence. One might have heard a pin drop.

„Going once, then.“

A long, long pause.

Silence.

„Twice.“

Another pause.

Still silence.

„Going three times.“

A much longer pause and still, total silence.

„Sold then to Mr?“

„Smith.“ The reply was diffident, almost uncaring.

„Sold to Mr Smith.“ Annaliese’s tone was smug. There was silence for a moment, then the sound of heavier approaching footsteps and the rustle of money changing hands. „Thank you, Mr Smith,“ said Annaliese. „How would you like her prepared?“

The reply was casual. „Oh, I’m sure you’ll think of something. Perhaps a room you can keep her in until I’m ready? I shall be busy for a little while, but I would like to use her later.“

This time Tamara was quite sure. The voice was that of the man who had first ejaculated into her mouth. Under the restrictive, all-enveloping hood tears began to stream down her cheeks as the crowd began to disperse.

Minutes, hours later, fumbling fingers released her nipples from their corded torment. Ignoring her groans and unintelligible gurgles through the ring in her mouth, the bar was raised from her neck and wrists. Legs too weak to support her, Tamara crumpled to the floor. Anonymous hands helped her to her feet and supported her while others pulled her arms behind her back. Her wrists were bound tightly together. The blinding hood remained where it was, hiding the tears, though not the sobs which, though subsiding, continued to shake her body.

Someone picked her up in strong arms. From the ease with which the operation was carried out and the feel of the smooth, well-muscled chest against which she was pressed, Tamara guessed it to be Jason. Her guess was confirmed when, moments later, carrying her up what seemed to be a long, twisting flight of stairs, he whispered into one leather-covered ear: „Well now, Big Tits; I reckon you might have hit the jackpot tonight.“

„Nnng, nnng?“

„That guy who just paid all that dough for you, Jesus, he must really have the hots for you. I reckon you’re gonna have to work hard for that five hundred quid.“

„Nnnnnng. Nnnnnng.“

Tamara’s angry gurgle only served to amuse him. „Well, aren’t you the ungrateful one,“ he chuckled. „It’s no use shakin’ your stuff at me. Mister fuckin’ Smith, or whatever his real name is, has just paid five hundred quid to fuck you and I’ve got to make sure you’re ready.“

A door opened, then closed behind them and the fading music was abruptly cut off. Where were they? Evidently the room was reasonably soundproofed. She tried to make sense of the direction from which they had come. Was this her room; the one with the en-suite bathroom and the luxurious bed? She pulled desperately at her bonds and felt them tighten. Jason was certainly no slouch when it came to tying of a girl. He stood her on her feet and prised open her thighs.

Momentarily she wondered what was coming next, then her question was answered. The dildo felt gigantic as it was pushed inexorably into her sex channel; its smaller cousin sliding no less painfully into her stretched anus.

„Nnnnnng. Nnnnnng. Nnnnnng,“ she protested weakly.

„Shhhhhhhh.“ growled Jason. „You aint really hurtin’ yet.“

Then it was upsy-daisy and she was hung upside down like a side of beef in a slaughterhouse.

„Nnnnnng. Nnnnnng. Nnnnnng,“ she tried to shout as he let go of her and the cords bit deep into the flesh of her ankles. Head down, she swung dizzily back and forth on the suspending rope, stomach and throat already threatening to spasm with imminent, impending sickness.

„Nnnnnnnnnnnng. Nnnnnnnnnnng.“ The gurgling sound was more urgent now, more of a deep-seated moan than a protesting shout.

„Sorry, sweetness. Annaliese’s instructions.“ He chuckled. „Just hope Mister fuckin’ Smith isn’t too long. I’d hate to see you make a mess on this nice carpet.“ Tamara let out another long moan as Jason switched on the twin dildos.

„Mistress Annaliese’s orders, slave!“

It took just seconds for the infernal throbbing in the sensitive walls of Tamara’s vagina and anus began to make itself felt, sending her hooded body on a crazy dance on the suspending rope.

Swaying and jerking on the end of the rope, coloured lights already beginning to flash in front of her blinded eyes, she began to nnnnnng her way to yet another climax.

„Fuckin’ Hell,“ she heard Jason growl distantly. „You really are something, Big Tits. Maybe you are worth five hundred quid at that.“

The sound of his footsteps, retreating, came faintly to her ears under the hood; then, faintly, she heard the door close behind him and she was alone. Swinging helplessly on the rope, she gurgled uselessly; the heat in her belly continuing to build, the trench-digger like dildos setting in motion a chain reaction that she was quite sure was going to drive her insane.

Her first orgasm burst on her some two and a half minutes later; followed by another, and another, and another, each roughly four or five minutes apart. Paroxysm after paroxysm shook her crazily jerking body, sweat from her tortured body mingling with the drool running from her open mouth.

It was over half an hour before the door opened again. By that time she was nearly out of it altogether, all thoughts of her various aches and pains, even her tortured nipples, driven from her mind by the excruciating torment of the incessant throbbing in her well-stretched passages.

So far gone was she that she didn’t hear him come in and was only conscious of his presence when she felt his hands on her swinging body. First the vibrators were switched off, then the rope released to lower her to the floor. A hand fiddled with the ropes at her knees and ankles and she gave a gurgle of relief as she was finally able to open her legs. The same hand plucked at the dildos and, as Tamara squeezed with her internal muscles, they slid sluggishly from their respective passageways.

„Turn over!“ His voice sounded as if he was amused.

Tamara had no thought of disobeying. With a effort, she turned over on to her front, just a hissing gurgle leaving her open mouth as her swollen nipples scraped on the carpeted floor.

Fingers prised the padded ring from her mouth then peeled the tight-fitting leather from her face to leave her blinking painfully up at an unshaded 100-watt bulb. For a moment, she was totally unable to focus. Awkwardly she tried to move her jaw, but it remained stuck in its open position.

Panic struck and she groaned and gurgled, shaking her head wildly so that the blonde filaments of her sweat-soaked hair flew outwards, back and forth, to wrap themselves in sticky strands around her face.

A man’s smiling face swam into her field of vision. „What’s the matter? Jaw stuck?“

„Nnnnnnng.“ she gurgled, nodding her head furiously.

„Ok.“ The man’s hands went to her cheeks, thumbs digging into the corners of her mouth to push and, with a sudden click, it was free. She groaned with relief, moving her lower jaw from side to side in an effort to relieve the pain. She looked up warily at her captor, wondering what other unpleasant surprises he had in store for her.

The guy was no spring chicken, probably late fifties or even early sixties with a shock of white hair and a beard to match. He was beginning to run to fat, though his chest and shoulders still looked manly enough. He was already naked, his clothes an untidy heap at the side of the little bed.

Impatiently, he beckoned her to join him and she tried to sit up; but with her wrists and elbows still tied it was a difficult task. He made no move to help her and finally she was able to struggle over to the bed. He was already erect, his not over-long but quite stubby dick quivering in the air as if in expectation. With a leer, he pointed to his erection. „Suck!“ he growled.

„Yes, Master,“ she choked, bending her head to take the little fleshy shaft into her mouth, tongue licking sensuously around the rapidly engorging head.

The man gave a deep sigh and leaned back to give himself over to her ministrations as she caressed his heavy balls. Slowly she licked up and down the length of the swelling root, teasing him with the lightness of her touch. For several minutes he allowed this, then suddenly gave a jerk and an impatient grunt and, straight away, she took him right inside her mouth, sucking him down deep inside her throat.

For long minutes he allowed her head to bob rhythmically up and down at his groin as she brought him steadily towards climax until, suddenly, he placed a hand on her head. Immediately, she stopped and, keeping her mouth softly around his erection, looked up as best she could.

His voice was husky with barely controlled desire. „No more! I want to fuck you now,“ he said.

„Yes, Master,“ she whispered.

He lay back comfortably and beckoned her to straddle him, unable to suppress a satisfied grunt as she climbed up on the little bed and eased her warm, inviting softness gently down over his fleshy pole. He reached out to touch her depilated pubis, the smooth hairlessness and deeply incised initials giving the fig-like cleft an even more erotic look. He traced the letters gently with his fingers. „Your Master’s initials?“ he asked curiously.

„Yes, Master,“ she whispered. The brand was still not yet completely healed and she gave a little moan as his fingers brushed none-too gently over the wounds; then steeled herself to ignore the discomfort. Slowly, very slowly, she allowed herself to become completely impaled on the erect shaft before gently beginning the time-honoured, rocking coital movements.

The man’s hands left her wounded mound and went out to her thrusting breasts, cupping and caressing the melon-shaped gourds them with practised movements. Co-operatively, she thrust them out even more as he rolled and twisted the fleshy, steel-ringed nubs at their peaks. Pressing into his pubic bush, he could feel the hard shape of the stainless steel rings transfixing her sex lips and clitoris. The thought was exciting and he approached his climax rapidly yet, sensing that she was not yet quite ready, held himself back with an iron control until Tamara’s moment was upon her.

Hips jerking convulsively and gasping for breath as she approached her umpteenth climax of the day, she went helplessly over the top. Just as she started to cum he allowed himself his own release, powering into her and emptying himself gratefully into her welcoming channel. For long moments she remained impaled on his shaft, sweat from her perspiring body dripping down on to his stomach as she struggled to regain her composure.

Grateful that he had allowed her to climax, she reluctantly disengaged herself from his diminishing member at the pressure of his hands. He pulled her down beside him and sank back on the pillow with a contented sigh. „I’m going to have a little nap now,“ he told her. „Wake me in an hour!“ With that, he closed his eyes and, within minutes, was fast asleep.

An hour later she woke him and he immediately took her again, this time in her stretched anus while she knelt with her nose pressed into the sheet, slapping her buttocks hard, left and right, as he rode her to his own climax. Again he allowed her to lie down on the bed next to him.

With her wrists and elbows still tied, Tamara was not able to get much sleep, but she managed to doze a little until the man woke again, just before dawn and once more lazily ordered her to suck him to climax. Dutifully, she obeyed, but it took a very long time before she was once again swallowing his seed.

This last encounter really finished him and he didn’t wake again until Jason came in the morning to take the exhausted Tamara back to the barn.

„You were very good, Big Tits,“ he leered as a grinning Jason led her out of the door. „Maybe I’ll see you again soon.“

„Yes, Master,“ she choked, a tear coursing its way down her cheek. Her degradation was just about complete.

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