Indentured (16 page)

Did this one count? He’d said my time wouldn’t start until the tank was filled, but he hadn’t said anything about zapping me before that happened.

I tried to calm myself down so that I could climax, but then the zinging ended.

Once the water was as high as my tits, I was floating within it. The sodium content was so high it was going to buoy me up, apparently.

The water kept rising, and in the process kept lifting me up until finally, my head hit the top of the tank. Now I just had to wait for the last little bit to fill it to the top. I’d been in the cold water for so long that I was shaking uncontrollably, and I almost wished he’d go ahead and jolt me again. Surely that would warm me up some, wouldn’t it?

Finally, the water covered my head. I was able to breathe through the mask, just like he’d promised, but it wasn’t as much air as I would have liked. It felt thin. That made me more nervous.

I could only wait for him to
send the electrical jolts, floating around in the saline and trying to keep myself calm.

I waited.

And waited.

It felt like forever had passed before I finally felt the shocks
reverberating all over my body. They stung, sharp and powerful, and felt like it was frying me alive. I screamed, which was a horrible idea since my air had been cut off, flailing and thrashing about in the tank, my body slamming into the glass walls as I tried to get free of the pain.

Only as it tapered off, as the oxygen began to flow into my mask again, did I remember I was supposed to climax while it was taking place.

Ten more minutes had been added to my time in the tank.

I wondered if I’d ever get out of it.

It was on my eighth attempt that I finally managed to orgasm in the tank. I didn’t master the process for quite some time. I went through spurts of two or three failures for every success, racking up at least two dozen misses along my quest to climax every time he expected me to—quite possibly many more than that.

Even if I didn’t know how many there were, I didn’t doubt that Master would have kept a close tally.

I’d spent hours of terror in that tank by the time the water drained out. I collapsed in a heap at the bottom of the tank, shivering from cold and quivering from aftershocks, desperate to finally be allowed to sleep. I couldn’t stop myself from crying so hard that I got a case of the hiccups.

By the time Master came over to take me out of the tank, he’d left me lying there so long that most of my exposed skin was dry. He lifted me into his arms and carried me. He sat with me on his lap, then removed my mask and kissed me as his hands groped my breasts.

“I didn’t want to punish you, but a slave must always do as her Master commands.”
He started to undo my bonds and peel off the stickers, one at a time.

“Yes, Master,” I said haltingly between hiccups.

“You took a long time getting through your punishment,” he murmured. “It’s time for bed, but you haven’t done your after-dinner blow job yet. I had to have Mary come in and suck my cock while you were in the tank. When she finished, I sent her off to prepare your bed for the night and then restrain herself in my bed while she waits for me to fuck her.”

My shock or disappointment must have shown on my face.

“Oh. You thought you’d be in my bed now that I’ve fucked you?” Leaving the double-headed dildo inside me, he picked me up and carried me out into the hallway. “There is much more you have to experience first.”

By the time we arrived at his bedroom, my hiccups had stopped, but I was still crying. Mary had somehow used two sets of handcuffs to hogtie herself on the bed
, and she had a bar between her teeth and strapped behind her head. She looked up when we came in, a self-satisfied smile on her lips around the bar.

Master carried me to the line of windows and set me down on my feet. Between my legs, two massive dildos were sticking up from a pedestal on the floor.
They both had to be three inches around and a foot and a half in length, maybe more. A horizontal metal bar ran behind me at about breast height, attached to a vertical bar on each side, quite a bit more than shoulder width apart.

He took my right arm and put it over the bar, settling it under my shoulder, then took my right ankle and pulled it up and out around the side bar. He put leather cuffs on my wrist and ankle, tethering them together. Then he repeated the process with my left arm and leg, so I was hanging by my shoulders over the upper bar.
My legs were spread almost in a split and bent fully at the knee.

After removing the
double-headed dildo, he loosened something on both sides of the vertical bar, keeping one hand on my ribcage to control my descent. He lined me up so that each of the two gigantic dildos would press up into me but only had about an inch inside at the moment, and then he tightened the connectors on the bar again. Even that had me panting, because of their circumference. I couldn’t imagine the pain I’d feel if I took even a third of their length into me.

With tiny chains, he connected my three piercings to a bigger chain than hung from overhead. He left
several inches of slack.

But then he loosened my bar again, just a tiny bit—enough that I would slowly drop down onto those dildos and I’d lose the slack on the chain.

“I’m not going to gag you tonight. I want to hear you. Every time you make enough noise to wake me up tonight, I’m going to fuck Mary for you. You’ll get to watch as a reward for taking such big cocks in your ass and cunt. Because what else is a fuck toy good for other than taking big cocks in her holes?” He bent over and kissed me again, then slapped my cheek. “You’re a lucky fuck toy to get to sleep with two giant cocks in your holes. You should thank your Master.”

I was already slipping down onto them more, which only caused me to cry harder. “Thank you, Master. Thank you for letting your fuck toy sleep with big cocks in her holes.”

Not that I thought I’d be getting any sleep tonight.

He went back to the bed, but he didn’t fuck Mary. He just shoved her so that she rolled off the bed onto the floor, and he climbed in. Within minutes, he was lightly snoring.

I tried to follow his example. Sleep was a rarity, so I might as well get some before the pain was too intense to bear. I closed my eyes and let my head drop back. As exhausted as I was, and as slowly as the bar was lowering me, I fell asleep relatively easily.

A sharp drop of an inch or more woke me sometime later, ripping a scream from my lips. Master woke just as suddenly. He sat up in the bed, watching as I cried and tried to adjust to the new sensations. I’d fallen down so far that my chains were almost taut, which meant I had to have at least six inches inside me already. Another drop like the last one would begin the merciless tugging on my clit and nipples.

He watched, stroking his cock to life as he listened to my sobs.

The way he had me hanging, there was no way I could pull myself back up, no means to alleviate any of the stress on my pussy and ass.

After a minute, he pulled Mary up from the floor. He put her on her back, so her hogtied legs and arms were beneath her, leaving her head hanging off the edge of the bed. He forced her thighs wide apart and drove his cock deep in her cunt.

The whole time he fucked her, his eyes were trained on me, watching the dildos disappear into my abused body.

He finished a lot faster than I’d ever known him to, shouting so loudly when he came that it startled me, and I jumped. That triggered my bar to drop another inch or two. I felt like I was being ripped apart. All I could do was sob, great, heaving, wracking sobs, but every movement only further enticed the bar to lower.

The chain was now taut against my piercings. Any more movement would tug them, pull them,
threaten to rip the piercings free from my flesh.

Master shoved Mary away
from him and climbed from the bed. He dropped to his knees before me a look of sheer fascination in his eyes.

“Please, Master,” I sobbed. “No more.”

He dropped his head to the floor and looked up at my cunt and asshole swallowing those giant dildos. For a long time, he stared at me from below, occasionally lifting a hand to spread my flesh further, aiding the process along. When he stood again, he went to his nightstand and got the camera, coming back to photograph me from dozens of angles.

Then he set the camera aside, looked at the clock by his bed, and returned to me. “It’s nearly morning.” There wasn’t any detectable emotion in his voice. “I didn’t loosen the bolts quite enough, it seems, so we’ll have to finish it off here rather abruptly. Once I loosen them and you start to lower, I’m going to cut off your air. You will come.”

I couldn’t speak through my sobbing, but I shook my head, desperate. He ignored me.

Once he’d loosened the bolt to my right, he put that hand around my throat, which was still sore from when he’d strangled me last night while fucking me. He reached to the other side and loosened the bolt, and he squeezed immediately, adding his other hand as I lowered onto the dildos.

The pain was the most exquisite I’d ever experienced in my life—searing, ripping, racing through to every extremity like fire. I gasped, choked, frantic for air. In my mind, I was clawing for it, for release, and then I exploded in a sort of euphoria I’d never known before.

It was achingly beautiful.

My tears would not stop, stinging and hot as they raced down my cheeks.

When finally I could breathe again, it was painful, so painful I wanted it to end. I wanted that moment of aching beauty to return, but I knew it couldn’t as long as I was breathing.

Master kissed my tears, licking the salt from my cheeks even as he pushed the bar down farther, farther, ripping me into a million tiny pieces. My nipples and clit were stretched to their limits and my ass was only a few inches off the ground when he finally stopped pushing.

Then his cock was at my mouth and his hands fisted in my hair, and I worshipped him in the only way I could at the moment. He fucked my throat more vigorously than I could ever remember him doing, hard and fast and perfect. I swallowed him, sucked him, wished I could massage his balls with my hands.

When the sun started to rise behind me, it cast him in a god-like golden light, which seemed fitting. He forced his cock all the way down my throat and covered my nose with his hand, while with his other hand he pushed me further down, telling me, “Come.”

I came again, as spectacularly painfully as the last time
, hard and long and more intense than I could handle.

As I rode the waves of my elation, he shot his cum down my throat. I lapped it up greedily, swallowing every bit as I continued to sob in extreme pain.

Master backed away from me again to take more photos. When that was done, he released Mary’s bonds and sent her on her way.

“You’ve done very well, slave,” he said as he closed the curtains behind me.
“Your last live feed went so well that you’ll be doing another today. One hundred thousand visitors are already online and waiting.”

He turned on the spotlights and the cameras, and started speaking much more loudly. “My fuck toy currently has about fifteen inches of three inch wide cock in both her cunt and her ass.
Yesterday, she served as a urinal for me and my staff. The boys liked it so much that she’s going to repeat that today, all while staying in exactly this position.”

Oh, god. If I was going to be a urinal again, that meant he’d be putting the catheter back.

Sure enough, he moved toward me with the familiar tube he’d shove up my urethra. He cleaned me off with an alcohol wipe first, and then I felt the uncomfortable stinging sensation. It was, as expected, clamped.

“You’ll see her tits and clit are stretched out nice and painfully. And this—” he set a magic wand on a little stand so it was angled perfectly to drive my clit wild— “pretty much always makes her come.
Plus she’s a pain slut. The more pain she’s in, the harder she comes. Those dildos inside her, these chains attached to her—” he tweaked the chain, causing me to scream— “and the position she’s already been in for about seven hours guarantee she’s in a world of hurt. So here’s how today will work. Any time one of my guys needs to piss, he’ll come up here and turn her wand on, then do his business. My fuck toy will drink his piss and thank him for it by sucking him off. They’ve all been told they’ll get a two hundred dollar bonus for every time
she
comes while they’re pissing or fucking her throat. My fuck toy, however, will be punished tonight for every time she comes, because she’s supposed to save that just for me.”

He winked at me, but I was already trying to mentally prepare myself for a day filled with trying not to orgasm while men tried to force me to do just that.

“Her punishment will, of course, be part of today’s live stream. The dildo in her cunt is measuring and recording all her orgasmic activity to resolve any concerns over when an orgasm begins and ends.”

Mary came back in, then, carrying a tray with my liquid breakfast and my first massive bottle of water. I’d finished the shake and was only halfway through the water by the time the first of Master’s chemists arrived.

“Will it count if I make her come while she’s still drinking that?” he asked Master, who was holding my water bottle to my mouth.

“No one else is in her mouth, so it can be yours.”

He flipped the wand on and pulled something out of his pocket. I was already fighting off another climax, but he pointed the tip of his pocket toy at the side of my breast, and it zapped me with electricity, and I lost my battle before the first cock hit my lips.

One look in Master’s eye told me he was already relishing the thought of what my punishment would be.