Archive-name: tit_torture2

From: master@pipeline.com

Subject: TIT TORTURE - Saturday

Newsgroups: alt.torture

This is continues the story of one weekend episode of torture and punishment for a female slave. This story contains some very extreme torture scenes as well as elements of scatology. If any of that offends you, please do not read further. I personally am not into the scatological elements so I have her torture administered by a Trainer when it involves this element. Her Trainer is her husband and my also slave.

In order to prepare her properly for this weekend, her tits received 500 whip strokes every day for the preceding week.

If you enjoyed this, drop me a note.

Interested female slaves are invited to inquire.

Master Jim [master@pipeline.com]

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> SATURDAY NIGHT

Master Jim

Trainer woke me up early Saturday, Sir. He took me back down to the basement and tied me just as he had the night before, spread eagle on the mat, face up with wrist and ankle cuffs. The annoying 2X4 board was again under the small of my back, Sir.

Immediately after Trainer was assured that i was once again helpless, both the shop vacs and i where once again screaming. my nipples where still extremely sore from the previous nights activities.

After about a half hour of 'milking,' during which Trainer frequently yanked the hoses off and at other times would slowly pull them off, Trainer finally turned the vacs off, Sir. My nipples where now hard and swollen, perfect for my next torment.

Trainer used strong nipple clamps on them. Trainer attached the chain connecting the two nipple clamps to one end of a plastic tie down strap. He then connected the opposite end of the strap to an overhead hook, Sir. The tie down strap had a ratchet device on it that had a small metal lever that Trainer worked up and down, slowly shortening the strap until the nipple clamps where pulled straight up, higher and higher. Trainer tightened the strap to the point that i was nearly lifted up off the mat. Once he carefully marked the straps position, he lowered me down and briefly removed the clamps and massaged my sore nipples.

my rest didn't last long, Trainer put the clamps back on and quickly tightened the ratchet raising my tits even higher than they where before. my arms where spread so wide that it was both impossible to reach the mat to help lift myself nor was it possible to pull myself up much yanking on the ropes. i sat up as best i could, which was not easy without the use of my legs.

Trainer walked above me and help lift me up, but just long enough to remove the annoying 2X4. Of course, as he lowered me back down, i quickly discovered that the board was the only thing that made it possible to lift my upper body and alleviate the draw on my nipples.

i was kept in this position over the next three hours, with the exception of frequent repositioning of the nipple clamps. Trainer loves to make me squirm each time he removes he nipple clamps and as soon as the pain from removal wears off, he places them back on, Sir. In addition, he would frequently raise the strap another ratchet click to ensure that i never got too 'comfortable.' To help 'distract' me from the pain, Train would lick and play with my cunt and clit, until i got very hot and then stop to reposition the clamps again.

Finally, after nearly three hours Trainer started licking me in earnest, bringing me to the brink of orgasm, i was so close to cumming when Trainer reached up and while squeezing each tit very hard, gave each a hard tug causing the clamps to fly off. i had one brief twinge of pleasure before Trainer stopped licking me leaving me to suffer the agony of having the clamps yanked off and the frustration of not actually cumming.
As i cooled off, Trainer painted my tits with orange disinfectant. i knew what was to come and tried to remain calm. Over the next few hours we watched college football, one game after the other. Each time a team would score, Trainer would slowly insert pins into my tits. The pins in the tits where tolerable, but each safety or two point conversion would earn a pin in through each nipple, which really hurt. When the teams weren't scoring Trainer kept licking and playing with my cunt once again. By the time the sixth game of the world series started i must have had over a hundred pins in each tit and three pins in each nipple. i needed to cum so badly and Trainer wouldn't allow me to.
Trainer told me that he intended to insert each of the world series pins into my nipples. By the end of the game i had tears streaming down each cheek. Trainer said i looked so cute that he might just let me sleep in that position with the pins still in. i cried and begged him to let me go. Trainer started tickling my ribs asking me if i felt i deserved to be let go. The tickling made my tits jiggle making the pain from the pins that much worse. i finally admitted that i hadn't done anything to deserve leniency but i wanted to prove myself and was willing to do whatever it took to prove it too him. He stared at me but didn't say a word, i had his attention, but He wanted me to make my own specific offers, Sir. When i didn't say anything for a couple of seconds, he resumed tickling me, now working very close to my arm pits which are very ticklish.

i quickly cried out that it would be an honor to have Trainer use my mouth as his toilet. Trainer stopped tickling me and smiled. Of course he had already been using my mouth as a urinal all day, not only filling it with his own piss, but with mine as well. The two times i had pissed, Trainer caught it all in a small pot and after which he took pleasure pouring back into my mouth. Trainer straddled my face and squatted down right over my mouth. He positioned himself so his balls rested on my nose and he could look down directly into my eyes.

At first Trainer showed great control, feeding me a mouthful at a time, Sir. But after two filling my mouth twice, he shit the remainder out all at once overflowing my mouth and mashing the balance all over my face. To my surprise, Trainer released my left hand and told me that i had chosen an appropriate way to demonstrate my desire to prove myself. Trainer than told me that i may use my left to masturbate while he slowly removed the pins.
In spite of the pain, in spite of the fact that i still had fresh shit in my mouth and covering my face, in spite of all that, my fingers went to work on my cunt. Trainer made it clear that i had only until he finished removing all the pins, which he was doing very quickly.

It was so cruel Master.

Trainer was forcing me to use my weaker hand to masturbate. But somehow i managed to make myself cum. It wasn't great, and it certainly left me with a very sore cunt the remainder of the night, but i did manage a very short but well needed cum. Trainer retired my hand but left it very loose, in fact he loosened up my legs as well, but just enough so that i could move a very little and still my hands couldn't reach the rest of my body. With shit still covering my face, he left me downstairs in the basement for the night.

Trainer called me on the intercom one last time before going to bed himself to assure me that he could hear me on the intercom and that should i need something to drink in the middle of the night, he'd be down in a sec.


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