Kit

TWO

Kit awoke with a start and for a moment she didn't know where she was. As she sat up, she found herself in a small cage inside a narrow room. Her body ached and, looking down, she could see that the lips of her pussy were swollen. Chains were attached to her wrists and ankles and another chain ran from her collar through the links connecting her wrists to the chains on her ankles. Her body was covered with the dried semen that had been deposited on her the previous night.

She wanted desperately to relieve herself but there were no facilities available. The cage prevented her from standing so she knelt in dismay.

“Help! Please, someone!” she called.

Minutes passed and no one came. Finally, Kit, in despair, squatted and allowed her bladder to empty on the floor beneath her. As she was finishing, Melanie and Dax entered the room. They were still wearing the same costume of the previous night.

“Oh, Jesus, I'm sorry! I couldn't wait any longer!”

“That's alright, Slave Kit. You can clean that up later. It is time to get your ready for your next appointment.”

“Appointment? I don't understand.”

“You don't think last night was all there was to the weekend, did you? As a slave, you will be used by dominant members for the entire weekend. After your performance last night, you are much in demand.”

“Oh, my, I made a fool of myself, didn't I? I don't know what came over me! The pain became something I sought rather than something I hated. And the session afterwards. . .I've never experienced anything like that in my life!”

“Welcome to the life of sadomasochism!” Dax exclaimed. “You are a perfect submissive! “

Kit blushed with shame at Dax's compliment. Was she really the perfect submissive? Yes, she had found the entire incident last night to be the most erotic adventure she had ever been through. Why hadn't these feeling expressed themselves before?

“Come along! We've got to get you ready.”

Kit crawled out of the cage and only then wondered why she had never questioned her confinement. Dax removed the chain that ran from her neck to her ankles and rearranged the chain connecting her wrists so that her hands were confined behind her back. They took her to a small tiled alcove where she stood while dozens of cold water jets pounded her body, washing away the semen and filth that had covered her.

Then, dripping wet, she was led to another room where five of the other women submissives were already present. On their knees with legs spread wide apart and hands cuffed behind their backs they waited patiently. Before them, on the floor, were dog bowls.

Kit knelt at the end of the line and Melanie placed a bowl in front of her. Dax came and began to spoon a thick porridge-like substance into the bowls.

“You may eat, Slaves! You must keep your strength up for the tasks that follow!”

Kit hesitated and saw that the other women bent over and began to eagerly lap up the contents of the bowl with their tongues; just like a dog or cat. Realizing that she hadn't eaten in quite a while, Kit saw no alternative and followed suit. She found the thick soup tasteless but filling and soon had licked her bowl almost clean.

Dax smiled to himself. Unknown to the women, he had added a powerful aphrodisiac to the mixture that would turn them into raving nymphomaniacs. When the last woman had finished, he clapped his hands for attention.

“OK, Slaves! Here is your assignment this morning! Alicia, you are to go to room 6. Norma, your room will be number nine. Sylvia, you and Gretchen are to go to the main dungeon. Kit, you are wanted in room 3.”

“I don't know where room 3 is.”

“You are to address me as Master at all times, Slave Kit! As a reminder, you will receive three lashes of the flogger!”

“I'm sorry, Master! This is so new to me!”

“Lean back and place your hands on your ankles!”

Trembling, Kit leaned back and grasped her ankles with her hands. Her breasts stood out like beacons and her stomach was rising and falling as she breathed heavily.

Dax took the whip from his waist and swung it through the air, bringing it crashing down on Kit's left breast. Angry red stripes quickly appeared as the tortured melon shook and bounced.

“Unnhhhhhh!!!” Kit grunted, the pain radiating to her brain.

The second stroke was against her right breast and delivered the same results. Kit shook, sending her tits flying in all directions as she grunted.

“Unnnnhhhhhh!!!”

The third stroke was delivered underhand and buried itself in Kit's pussy, raising her body from the floor.

“AAARRRRGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!”

“What do you say, Slave?”

“Thank you, Master, for whipping me!”

“Melanie will show you to Room 3!”

Kit started to stand but Dax laid the whip on her shoulder.

“Slaves do not stand in my presence! You will crawl on your knees to Room 3!”

Melanie released the chains that bound Kit and attached the leash to her collar. “Come with me, little pussy!”

Kit crawled along behind Melanie, her eyes filled with tears of humiliation and her heart being ninety miles an hour. She was amazed to find her pussy wet despite the pain of Dax's lashes. Her tits were swinging beneath her obscenely as she hurried to keep ups with Melanie as she was led down the corridor.

She noticed that there were numbers on several of the doors and soon they were standing in front of Room 3. Inside, Kit was shaken to find a small room, no more than six feet wide and nine feet long. Imbedded in the stone floor and walls were rings, meant to restrain its occupant. Chains hung from the ceiling, terminating in hooks that could be attached to the leather cuffs worn on the wrists and ankles of the slaves. Against one wall hung a variety of whips and canes. A chest stood below them, holding what Kit assumed were other instruments of torture.

“Lay down here!” Melanie ordered, pointing to a space in the center of the room. “On your back!” Kit quickly obeyed, since Melanie now held a whip just like the one Dax had used earlier.

Melanie went to work quickly, anchoring Kit's ankles to two rings in the floor that spread her legs apart. Kit's arms were then raised above her head and her wrists were likewise anchored to two more rings. Her body was stretched between the four moorings. A leather belt was slid under Kit's waist but, rather than buckling, two chains came down from the ceiling to attach to each end of the leather strap. Melanie pressed a button on the wall and Kit felt her body being lifted until she was arched painfully.

“Ohhhhh!!!” she moaned, trying to adjust to the tension in her legs and arms. Stretched so tight, she found it difficult to get her breath. She stared between her breasts up at Melanie who saw that her efforts were fulfilled.

“Your Master and Mistress will join you in a while. Rest comfortably, Slave Kit, while you have the opportunity!”

Melanie left the room, plunging it into darkness. Kit groaned in despair.

The minutes passed and Kit became desperate. Her pussy was on fire and she was about to go crazy with desire. Here stomach was rising and falling rapidly and her body was drenched in sweat. By the time the door opened, she was almost hysterical.

“Please! For God's sake, someone fuck me!”

“Ah, we have an impertinent slave, Marcia! She is brazen enough to give orders to her masters. What do you think we should do with her?”

“First of all, Harold, I think we should raise her up a bit so that we can see her better.”

The motor hummed and the chains retracted, lifting Kit's waist another inch.

“Ohhhhh! Please! Oh, God, it hurts!”

“Its supposed to hurt, you little whore! Look, Harold, how her tits are jiggling! Wouldn't they look good with rings in them?”

“You're right, Marcia! Then we could attach chains to them too and watch them stretch!”

“No! NOOOO! Please! I'm a model! Don't do that!”

“Model? We saw you last night! You're a whore!”

“Weren't you crying for someone to fuck you when we came in? Model? Ha! Marcia, get the needles!”

“No!, Oh, Jesus! Not my tits!” Kit sobbed in despair.

“Perhaps her pussy, Marcia? Maybe her clit?”

“Later, Harold, after we do her tits. Let me get those nips ripe.”

Marcia knelt down and began to suck on Kit's nipples. Kit groaned as her desire rose despite the ominous threat to her body. Before long her nipples had grown hard and jutted from her swollen breasts.

“There! Harold, pierce ‘em before they soften up!”

Kit cried out as the needles passed through her flesh. Staring up at her breasts, she could see the two metal shafts piercing her nipples. The pain disappeared quickly even as Harold worked the needles back and forth, enlarging the puncture. She was surprised that so little blood came from the wound.

In a few minutes, Harold was pleased with his work and took two studs from a tray. Expertly, he worked the one end through the openings in Kit's nipples until they appeared on the opposite side where he capped them with a plug. Kit experienced a little pain but it was nothing compared to the ache in her arms and legs.

“Think we should let ‘em heal, Harold?”

“Naw, they're OK. She's got firm flesh behind those nips, Marcia. Let's stretch ‘em!”

Two more chains descended from the ceiling with small leather loops on the tips. Marcia looped the leather around each end of the studs and, as the motor whirred, Kit watch in anguish as her breasts began to stretch from her body.

“Aarrrrrggghhhhhh!! Oh, God! Mercy, please!”

“Sorry, bitch, its Marcia, not Mercy! Lift her some more, Harold!”

“AAAARRRGGGGHHHHHH!!!!”

Kit was drenched in sweat and her stomach was bouncing up and down while she watched her breasts stretched higher and higher.

“Harold, I'm starved from all this work. Let's go get some lunch!”

“Good idea, Marcia! Our little whore will be just fine while we're gone!”

“Wait just a minute, Harold. She was asking to be fucked when we came in. I've got just the little present for her!”

Marcia slid a large dildo into Kit's wet pussy, burying the eight inch shaft until it disappeared. Kit moaned as the dildo began to vibrate.

Kit screamed as the two left the room, shutting the door and plunging it into darkness once again.

By the time Marcia and Harold returned to the small room, Kit was in a state of hysteria With the limited area of movement, her hips were bouncing up and down and drool was dripping down the corner of her mouth. Her eyes were wide and glassy and her mouth was wide open in a silent scream.

“Oh, look, Harold, she's opened her lips to receive us! How nice!

Marcia positioned herself over Kit's head and lowered her body until Kit's mouth was covered with Marcia's pussy. “Lick, bitch! Let's see you work!”

Kit could smell the woman's sex drip into her mouth and began to work her tongue frantically. Marcia began to slide up and down Kit's face, rubbing her pussy against the working tongue.

“Yeah, bitch, that's right! Stick that tongue up your Mistress's pussy! Deeper! Yes! Yes! Oh, my, I'm going to come!”

Kit was flooded with Marcia's juices as the woman pressed her sex against her face. Blubbering noises came from between Marcia's thighs as she clamped down on Kit's head.

“Aaaahhhhhhhhh!” Marcia moaned, rubbing her breasts and pinching her nipples. “Sooo gooood!”

Kit was gasping for breath. The dildo was throbbing, bringing continuous orgasms to the imprisoned woman. Her face was covered with the remains of Marcia's orgasm. She fought to maintain her sanity in the face of overwhelming lust.

“My turn!” cried Harold, as he straddled Kit's head. His cock hung limply above her lips as he lowered himself. Kit opened her mouth obediently and began to suck and lick the shaft while it quickly stiffened.

“Think I'll whip her tits while you're pleasuring yourself,” Marcia announced. “They sure look good sticking up like that!”

Marcia took a small flogger from the wall and began to lash at Kit's stretched tits.

‘Crack' “Mmpphhh!” ‘Crack' “Mmmpphhh!” ‘Crack' “Mmmpphhh!” ‘Crack' “Mmmpphh!”

“Good, Marcia, her throat has got my cock in a death lock! It won't be long now!”

‘Crack' “Mmpphhh!” ‘Crack' “Mmmpphhh!” ‘Crack' “Mmmpphhh!” “Ahhhhhhhhhhh!”

Harold began to flood Kit's throat with his seed. She swallowed as fast as she could but some still dribbled down the side of her mouth. When Harold withdrew, she was gasping for breath.

“Oh, Jesus!” she moaned. “Sweet Jesus! My pussy is on fire!” Sweat dripped from her body while she trembled.

“A lovely sight, isn't she, Harold? Think her tits could stretch a little more?”

“NOOOOOOOO!!!!!”

“Your name's not Harold and I didn't ask you. Let's raise ‘em up another inch while she sucks on that cock in her pussy!”

The chains growled as Kit's nipples came an inch closer to the ceiling.

“Oh, Christ! You're killing me!”

“You must be very religious to call on our Lord so often. Sorry, but he's not going to help you here. You little slut! Fuck that dildo! We'll see you later!”

Kit's body was racked with sobs as the two once again left her in total darkness.

“Mother of God! Don't leave me like this!”

Her cries were met with silence.