NMSilverFox
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Chapter two
“The price”
John went to work on his tasks. It was difficult for him due to the restraints on his loins and mouth. These issues, plus his now naked state played on his mind in devilish fashion. He knew one thing however. His live was now forever changed. He had gone in a matter of three hours from a destitute man about to be on the streets to a captive slave to a stranger.
As these thoughts and many others of what may come raced through his mind he worked diligently. Within two hours the house was cleaner than he could recall it being. He had purpose now, vision. When the lock turned in the door he was in the bathroom finishing up. Quickly he moved to the hall where he "assumed the position" she had so eloquently described.
Antonia paid him no heed as she inspected his work. To him it seemed like an eternity but the time frame was only 15 minutes or so.
"You're out of uniform." Was her first comment when she addressed him from above. John realized that he still had on the dishwashing gloves he had used to clean with. He quickly removed them. "Did I tell you to take off those gloves slave?" In two sentences he was trembling she laughed and gripped his head harness lifting his body to a sitting position. With a swift motion she attached a leash to his collar and yanked. Not giving him a chance to stand up. She led him down the hall to the bedroom. Still on his knees his hands were again cuffed behind him. Antonia had him sit on the floor as she disrobed in front of him. Despite the metal cuff encasing his penis he found himself becoming aroused at her visage. Her foot moved forward and toyed with his discomfort
"Oh don't expect to get out of that anytime soon Pet." She sat on the bed before him. Her legs spread obviously to tease him. "I have good news. The house is now in my name. I have paid off your debt and in so doing purchased you and everything you owned. Now it's high time you thanked me properly but first we have something to attend to. Have you ever been fucked John?"
He could only shake his head in reply. Laughter was her first response. "Well then you're in for a treat." Her smile was as playful as her eyes were treacherous. “Say nothing.” She quietly ordered as she unlocked the gag. John watched as Antonia brought forth a black leather hood. “Night night!” She crooned while she placed it over his head. He felt the zipper close the back of the hood tight around his face. The gag and head harness were installed over the hood and again locked. Her hands moved along the black leather testing the fit. “That’s very nice pet. You look marvelous. Don’t move love. I’ll be back in a jiffy.”
John stays on his knees. Cuffed gagged and hooded. He starts when something is fitted over the hood and enclosing his ears beneath it. Soft dark baroque music comes through the hood. Gently overlain by her soothing voice.
“There is no escape now. Give in to it. Let go. You belong to me. I hold the gift of your suffering in the palm of my hand. … There is no escape now. Give in to it. Let go. You belong to me. I hold the gift of your suffering in the palm of my hand.” The combination of the music and her hypnotic voice relaxed him. While at the same time it spurred him forward. And there John sat for a very long time. So long in fact that he actually fell into trance. His consciousness of the music and her voice never faded.
John was brought back to reality by a lift to his leash. Hauled slowly to his feet. Pulled out the door and into the living room. He was brought up two unfamiliar steps. His feet were spread and bound to something in the floor. Clips attached to his body harness which held him at a 70 degree forward bend at the waist. His testes were wrapped to a complete stretch and tied to something below him. At this point he was held absolutely fast and semi suspended. When he felt something enter his anus and eject a warm fluid in him he tried to concentrate on the mantra that continued in his ears. This did not hide the scream he emitted upon his full impalement of something. His gag and hood worked well to muffle the noise of his angst.
The music changed to a dark techno blend of music and both male and female erotic vocalizations. Her voice spoke in soft background rhythm to it. “Ride your pain for me. Come with me to the heights of depravity. Sacrifice your flesh upon the altar of my will. Surrender. That’s it. Deeper… More…”
His head bucked as something mean was clamped on both his nipples. What ever it was hurt like hell.
Razor sharp clips bit his nipples furiously. Another scream.
He hung for some time. He didn’t have any idea how long. All he knew was he was helpless to deal with the sheer agony. That is when what ever it was that filled his rectum began to move back... John was expecting relief when the rod changed direction and moved forward even deeper than before. Despite the comforting words he could hear. He could also hear himself scream again into the gag.
His body rocked slowly in its harnessed bonds. Each movement of his unknown rapist caused his testes and nipples into alternating sensations of tension. Then John smelled the smoke as it began to fill his lungs. He could tell by the scent, the marijuana about him. Being a natural lover of the herb, he began to take slow deep breaths. It seemed that even his heartbeat was moving in concert with his unceasing impaler. Soon his mind began to tell him that he wasn’t only breathing grass. There was…. Something else.
Antonia Justice stood outside the thick glass enclosure. Soft jazz played from the stereo. She was not alone. Gathered about her was a small circle of both men and women who also watched the scene inside. Sweat glistened from the body of the man in the tank. His bound and hooded body moved slowly in tandem to the mechanical dildo that plunged in and out of him alternately. To the onlookers his pain was obvious. Though they could not hear his screams. In the cage around him wafted a silky smoke that shone in the light of the enclosure.
“How long has he been in there?”
“Only about 15 minutes. He’s just starting to simmer.”
“So how long till dinner?” A man on the side joked.
“Oh I would think a half hour. Maybe forty five minutes.” The party lightly chuckled as a whole.
“Does he know?”
“And spoil all the fun of discovery? Please Trudy.”
“And umm it’s beautiful but… What’s with the smoke?”
“Ohh just a little something to aid his sensory adaptation. Something to help him ease in.”
Just then someone handed Antonia the pipe. She took her draw and passed it on. “Ohhh I just love peyote at times like this.” She said after her exhale.
Antonia reached to a switch on the glass tank and turned off the inside light. Casting her prisoner in darkness to the outside. “Come friends. Let’s go play a while.” She turned and kissed a woman deeply on the lips. Reaching behind her to take one of the available penises. She pulled the man to her. The group left their former entertainment and proceeded to partake in a gentle orgy.
The music changed again with more new words. Soft guitar play brought her words like golden cups into his mind. Even the words moved to the motion of his body. “You must live for me John. …. You must give for me John ….. Endure the passion …. Embrace the pain …. Live the dream …. Embrace the nightmare …. Come with me…. Let go. .. Fly my pet …. FLY!”
He had long since done exactly that. By now John was just a moving doll. Otherwise seemingly lifeless. Save for the occasional writhe of tendon and muscle. His member seethed in its cage. Every millimeter of skin pressing against the walls of doom that surrounded it.
The music stopped. The headphones were lifted from him. His feet were freed and he was otherwise unbound from his prison. Many sets of hands lifted him from the shaft that for an eternity kneaded him like so much bread dough. He was laid on a soft bed that he recognized as his own. An unknown quantity of bodies lay with him holding him down to the bed. Fingers drew slowly over his flesh. As the clamps were removed from his nipples they were replaced by wet lips and searching tongues.
A familiar voice soothed live now in his left ear. “Say nothing.” She whispered. The gag harness was again removed. A soft mouth touched his. A soft trickle of cool wine entered his mouth which he thirstily drank in deep gratefulness. This was followed by a second. Next he felt his head being straddled and pressed upon. Moist tissue met his mouth. His tongue flowing forward to meet it.
As the woman’s vagina covered his now worshiping mouth. His lungs filled only with her scent.
His legs and hips were lifted and the cuff removed from his penis. His legs were spread then pulled wide when he felt something else enter his rectum. It was different. It was softer. It was human. Though his hearing was muffled by thighs and leather he could distinctly hear the peel of tape from a roll. Soft hands massaged something onto his raging penis and testes. Then the tape was wrapped repeatedly around them both. Encasing them in a warm tight cocoon. When it got warmer then actually hot he began to buck his hips. Each movement bringing his new impalement deeper. His entire world was that of being sex. No longer male. Not female. For the first time in his entire existence he felt like he was just sex and nothing more. He relished it. He swam in it. The pain and pleasure mingled in the foggy shadow that was once his mind. Only one desire came. More!!!
Soft words came to him. It… was a question. “Are you mine?” It asked. Hands grasped his plastic wrapped genitalia firmly and began unwrapping the tape. “Are you mine?” It asked a second time. Now he could not only distinguish the voice but its deportment. Antonia spoke from above him. She was atop his face forcing him to breathe only her essence. John nodded as he licked. “Say it!”
“I am yours.” He mumbled in her folds.
“I have purchased you but are you MINE?” Fingers grasped both of his nipples firmly and pulled. “I want you to say it loudly so everyone can hear.”
At the moment John yelled “I AM YOURS” deep into Antonia’s womb. Both of his nipples felt a searing fire as the piercing of them was done. Enhancing his scream to a much more vibrant tone and pitch than he would have otherwise given. As the pain in his breasts throbbed slowly downward into his soul, someone was washing his loins with a soft cloth. His hips worked with his new rapist in joy of his being taken. As his loins screamed for release.
“Do you wish to cum?” He nodded vigorously between her clenched thighs. “What will you give me?”
“ANYTHING!” He yelled into her.
“I will exact payment right after you cum. So hurry. I want my full purse.” The man inside him was thrusting fully. Pumping him hard and repeatedly with full deep strokes. A mouth was full upon him as both of the men came together. John’s body twitched and writhed while his mouth sucked hard on his owner’s clitoris. Her own orgasm came as well. Her nectar flowed into her slaves relishing mouth. She fell down upon his hapless body and grasped his once firm member. Taking a cloth and washing it thoroughly. The chastity cuff was again set in firm hold upon him. She raised her hips and took off his hood. Her eyes burned lively into his. Radiant sadism flowed from them like water on rocks. “Now its time for your price slave.” She replaced her hips over his face. Pressing hard down upon him. Denying him even air. John could hear a faint “Now!” Someone took hold of his captive penis. Fire from hell itself lanced through the base of his glans. He could only do one thing. Scream. And scream he did. By the time the PA was finished. John had lost his ability to be part of the fun. The only thing he knew now … was oblivion.
~fini~
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