Sex Slave

Martha's eyes suddenly opened wide, and she leaped backward and let out a little cry as she did so. "Steven spoke in a low voice, "quiet. I will not do you any harm. Martha, I'm aware that you're a virgin. I'm going to guess that you've never explored the inside of your own body. The moment has come for you to do so, and I'm going to be here to guide you through the process. Martha, you don't really have a say in the issue at this point. There is no other option."

There is no other option. There is no other option. As Steven moved her lips apart further, it repeated itself in her thoughts like a chant. She had no option when she felt his tongue, which was warm and moist, dart between the folds of her dress. She had no choice in the matter as she felt a peculiar, hot, liquid pleasure beginning to rise up inside of her as his tongue swept around her small nubbin. There is no other option available. There is no other option.

And at that moment, not even the words could be heard above the roar of unadulterated feeling and unadulterated joy. She didn't even flinch as he inserted a finger into her pussy, which was moist and slick now due to his kisses and her own secretions, but she let him do it anyhow. The level of pleasure continued to increase until Martha first wailed, and then writhed in agonizing delight as her body convulsed with ecstasy. Steven used both of his enormous hands to hold her motionless as he continued to lick and kiss her until she was very exhausted. He grabbed each hip while he did this.

Martha sagged in her shackles, and if she hadn't been chained to the ground, she certainly would have fallen. Steven got to his feet, the sweat from her body shining on his face. The air in the room was thick with the pungent odor of sex. While Martha was having an orgasmic experience, she experienced a surge of blood throughout her body, which caused her face to become flushed and her neck and chest to become mottled.

Martha was assisted to the ground by Steven as the handcuffs were unfastened and she was supported by him. While she was recuperating, he sat with her and cradled her head on his lap. She had never experienced anything like that before, and it left her feeling absolutely drained. When her breathing calmed down and he could no longer feel the thumping of her heart against him, he muttered, "I'm sorry." "Martha, you were there from the very beginning. This is just the beginning. I am going to lay claim to you in such a comprehensive manner that you will need my touch."

Martha could feel a soft throb in her posterior region. When she and Evan kissed awkwardly and stumblingly in Evan's vehicle, she felt a subtle sensation of joy that completely overpowered the normal feelings of shame and remorse she normally felt. Something had begun in Martha that was as compelling as the first lick of flame around the head of a match. Martha had faith in what Steven had to say. And she understood that it was not a warning, but rather a promise.

Martha continued to sleep after Steven had departed, but she awoke abruptly when Richard entered the room with a big whip with several strands. He did not engage her in conversation but instead violently lifted her up, attached the leather cuffs on her wrists to a chain, and then attached the chain to the ceiling, forcing her to stand on her toes.

Richard pulled a rubber ball gag from his bag of tricks and used it to open Martha's lips before buckling it behind her head. This caused Martha to laugh uncontrollably. Martha was shocked when she saw her reflection in the mirrors, which depicted her with a brilliant red ball and eyes that were wide open in fright. Because the ball was pressing her tongue into the back of her throat, she was unable to utter a sound.

Richard approached the pigs and fastened a little alligator clip to each of their nipples. A silver chain was used to attach the clips to one another. Martha fought frantically as the teeth cut into her fragile nipples, and a muffled cry emitted from the back of her mouth, where the rubber ball had been forced, as she screamed in pain. She had no idea that the clamps would not do any lasting harm to her, so she was scared that they might cut her. She saw the chain moving back and forth between her breasts, the clips pushing her nipples until they were crimson and flat between the metal teeth.

She had the sensation that her head was about to come off, and she very well may have done so if it weren't for the shackles that were holding her up. Without any introduction or explanation, Richard immediately started hitting Martha across her back, her privates, and her thighs. The spanking he received was systematic and exhaustive. As time passed, she felt a burning sensation over her whole back and behind. After that, he went to the front of the line. Even though he was not a very tall guy, he had an incredible amount of strength and did not seem to be in the least bit exhausted by the whipping, which had been going on for quite some time.

Martha wailed in anguish as the lash struck the clamps that were placed on her nipples, and she swayed as she leaned heavily into the chains, placing all of her weight on her wrists. Her eyelids were puffy, and she slumped to the ground. Richard dropped the whip and looked at her for a bit before continuing. While he waited for her to come to, his cock was pushing firmly against his pants, and he moved it about a little bit while he did so.

A minute or two later, the poor girl opened her eyes, and when she focused on Richard wielding his whip, she jerked back as if there was any way for her to get away from him. On the other hand, there was no way out. He had previously assured her that he would instruct her on the nature of suffering, and he went back on his word. After giving her front a solid spanking, he unclamped her nipples and walked away. Martha's eyes welled up with tears of agony as the blood poured back, engorged the nipples, and pushed against them.

However, when he was fastening the terrible clips to her labia, she forgot about this. As she danced in agony, the chain jangled and slapped her thighs as she attempted in vain to avoid the merciless flogging that was continuing. At long last, Richard's grin betrayed his contentment. When he let go of Martha, she slumped to the ground and seemed to be lifeless and lifeless as she lay there.