The Pain Slut Part 09
Chapter 25 sequel
The Pear
The Pear
The Pear or Pear of Anguish is a pear-shaped metal body divided into spoon-like segments that a spring can spread apart. It is to be inserted into the mouth, rectum or vagina and then expanded.
My name is Emily. I am a three-hole whore. I am horny for pain and utterly submissive to men and women. I love My daughters more than anything, and I’m a bit of an incestuous bitch, to be honest! Tonight, I want to reach a climax through pain, in other words, become a public pain slut.
I am naked and vulnerable. An iron pearl spreads my vagina and causes me pain. The room is half full of elegantly dressed people, the other half are slaves like me and naked or scantily clad like fuck toys.
Many of them know me from my previous life as a CEO. That seems like an eternity ago to me now. They’re looking forward to seeing me in pain tonight. They’re going to make me suffer!
My arms are fixed behind my back ina reverse prayer position with the help of an iron rod attached to my neck ring and the tight ring around my waist. From the latter, an iron chain goes through my ass crack and is pulled tight over my cunt at the front.
The clamped metal pearl painfully spreads my vagina apart and a ball with metal spikes attached to the pearl hangs between my legs. When walking, I must spread my legs wide to avoid being injured by the metal spikes. The gait appears amusing to the spectators but is degrading to me.
Naked, with only a lot of cold iron on my body, I am driven on this march of shame. Around my neck, there is a bell hanging ringing all the time. A second smaller bell is attached to a rough-looking iron nose ring. The hole for the nose ring was only pierced by Mistress Lisa a few minutes ago, the massive ring hurts, and the wound is Still bleeding, I must look terrible. A metal construction that looks like a bridle is attached to my head. Part of it is in my mouth -I am biting theiron bar.
A solid metal plug is in my anus, only the metal ring for pulling it out can be seen. Nipple clamps with weights on them complete the torture. They swing with every step and pull my nipples longer.
My sweet daughters, Lucia and Martina, dressed only in black boots and gloves, drive me through the room with their cattle prods, which they use brutally. Sparks fly when they touch my breasts, ass cheeks and public region. Martina and Lucia are aroused, I can see how their pussy’s shine.
Blonde Martina, with her boyish, skinny body, looks younger than her 22 years. Lucia is two years older and looks like a younger version of me, only with blue eyes instead of green ones. She has black hair, white skin, a pert nose, beautiful breasts, a sexy bum, and long legs. Martina has a rare ear piercing; the jewellery bar goes through four cartilages. Lucia has rings in her labia, as a slave should.
During my painful stumbling, I passed very close to many visitors. I must admit that many of them turned away or covered their noses because I stink. I was not allowed to wash myself for a whole week but was given strong exercise.
“She smells like a whore”
“What a humiliation to stink like that”
Each night of this week I lay naked on the straw on the floor of a cell. Anyone who wanted could use me there. Master transformed me into a big whore, a three-hole Whore, a fuck toy.
Although I was already 51, the visitors were queuing up. So now I smell my sweat and the body fluids of my users, my hair and face are sticky, like the rest of my body.
“What a fall from grace”
“Disgusting pig”
“What a stinch!”
Chased all over the hall, I can only climb the three steps to the stage after half an hour. There, looming large and threatening, is the painted black wooden pony on which I must endure the cunt torture.
On stage, my daughters take the iron parts from me. I groan when they remove the pearl from my vagina. I blush when Martina shows the metal pearl, shiny from my juices to the audience. I stood naked with my legs spread and my arms behind my back.
I must put the pearl in my mouth while they loosen my nipple clamps. I taste my pussy juices, but the pearl suppresses my cries of pain. The bullet’s spikes have pierced me between my thighs, I am bleeding in several places.
But no mercy for a Pain Cunt, the whipping begins.
Lucia takes care of my back and Martina takes care of my front.
Their eyes shine, and they soon gasp with exertion. The leather straps dig into my skin. On the arse, the breasts, the thighs, on the belly, on the back. They remove the iron gag from my mouth as ordered by Mistress Rita, the customers want to hear me scream.
The marks on my white skin are becoming visible. I scream in pain but try to hold my position. My trainer and Master teach me to endure the whip without being tied down. When one blow almost knocks you over, you must immediatelyely take up your position again. Sobbing, panting, crying, it doesn’t matter. Bear it, be strong, be glad to be an object of lust for others.
But now I realized how my excitement was growing; God thanks I was allowed to climax today. In front of an audience. To climax in big pain for my tits and my cunt. As a pain pig in public disgrace.
For a whole month, I wasn’t allowed to have an orgasm. I have no idea how Master does it. He forbids it to my daughters and me, and even if we desperately try, it doesn’t work. The arousal curve rises and rises but without the relieving climax. You stay horny and wet forever and become more and more submissive.
But when I was led naked out of my cell this morning, my dear Master stood before me. I went down on my knees and beamed at him. Yes, I admit it, I am totally in love with him, just like Martina and Lucia. I don’t care that he was married to my older daughter Ines. It doesn’t matter that he turned her into his slave, a three-hole whore and pain toy; she is now called Three. I would do anything for him if only he would fuck me more. I need his cum.
I love his magnificent cock so much. He looked at me sternly but said in a friendly voice, “You may climax again from now on for the time being, Emily. I expect you to give me at least one big O through pain. Don’t disappoint me.” He didn’t even wait for my answer but turned aside and gave further instructions for the evening.
After 50 lashes with the flogger whip on each side, my body is covered with welts. The pain is so intense that I cry uncontrollable.
“On the cunt, hit her on the cunt,” I hear some voices from the audience. Immediately I stand even more broadly, and Lucia slams the whip between my legs. After three lashes I am ready, my body transforms the pain into lust. I sense a tingling in my abdomen that goes to my brain. I jerk and tremble, scream and weep. It is like an electric shock; with my eyes closed, I see fireworks. Then the juice squirts out of me; I feel no shame anymore, no, I am proud, I am a pain slut, a shadowless pain slut.
I proudly show my pussy to the audience, I shake my ass and tits. I’m happy about the comments, yes call me a whore, cunt, slut.
The cameras above the stage capture every detail, and there are screens all over the room that, like the stage, are the centre of attention. Some of the slaves are already being used, orally, anally, vaginaly or as a pain toy.
A group at the bar around my Master and Mistress Rita are discussing excitedly. I am disappointed that he doesn’t pay any attention to me. I’m just three holes with nice tits and a gorgeous ass for him. I must confess this humiliation makes me even hornier.
But I also had some fans:
“Put her on the wooden pony”
“Let her suffering”
“Crush her cunt”
A pulley system was designed to lift me over 30 feet above the wooden horse.
Where do you think the rope will be attached?
To my tits, of course.
Yes, I’ll be pulled up by my tits, put on the horse and that’s exactly how I’ll come down again after one hour of age.
Now they removed my butt plug and put it in my mouth. Ass to mouth is no longer a punishment for me, a slave. I can use it to show my love. The plug stinks of my unwashed body, the taste is bitter but that’s okay with me.
The rope is wound down under the breasts, around the body and then around the breasts. I feel the pain in my breasts, they look like they are being pumped up and turning a crisis red.
“Pull her up at last”
“Up with the pain toy, she wants it”
Yes, I wanted it; it was my idea. I had seen it in a BDSM video, and it had almost blown me away. But now I am scared as if it would do me any good. Now I had to endure it.
A jolt, terrible pain in my breasts, then I floated upwards. A groan went through the audience. I was so high, almost at the beautifully panelled wooden ceiling, the horse beneath meand gawking faces. I was shocked at the height and lost control of my bladder. What a shame.
“Haha, she pisses like a fountain.”
“The filthy pig, watch out!”
Some stepped back to avoid getting pissed on. Some stepped closer and opened their mouths, catching a few drops. Laughing and roaring, they licked their lips.
“Damn, she’s hanging on her slave tits…”
“How horny is that? Hurry up, my slave, open your mouth, I’m about to cum.”
Now I was slowly lowered, Lucia and Martina directed me so that I ended up, properly sitting on the steel edge. The immense pressure on my perineum and pussy brought tears to my eyes. Oh God, I couldn’t stand it for a minute!
My legs were hanging down on both sides of the horse and I tried to relieve the pressure by pressing them against the wood.
“The spreader bar, she’s cheating!”
Martina and Lucia now fastened the bar so that my legs were spread out to the sides of the horse’s body, and that hurt so much that I sobbed.
My show inspired the audience, and I was proud of how much hot sex rocked the hall because of me. With tear-filled eyes, I saw the cocks cum in the slave girls’ orifices, but also a lot of pussy licking.
My girls continued as planned, my nipples and cliporis were clamped. Then Lucia lay down under the horse. Her legs were now on the spreader bar, increasing the pressure. She lifted her ass off the ground to torque me more and masturbated. I heard her moan her sexy song under me while she increased my pain.
It was unbearable, I cried the whole time. I knew how many dominant people, including my Master, were turned on by tears.
“I hope you have an indescribably beautiful orgasm, Sir,” I whispered. I looked for him with sad eyes but didn’t see him anywhere. How disappointing, my suffering was in vain. I wanted to win him over with it.
Lucia finally came screaming and squirming, wriggling with her legs and making the whole horse vibrate. Then it happened, at first, I thought I was passing out, but it was a climax, a big O caused by the terrible pain, depriving me of all my senses.
My voice sounded strange to me, like a hot horny bitch I heard myself scream. It was pure joy for minutes as it poured out of me, I had never squirted so much. Fortunately, the rope around my breasts held me on the horse, otherwise I would have probably fellen. I gasped and fidgeted around, cried with joy and felt no pain.
Unfortunately only for a short time. The disillusionment came quickly and brutally. The pain was now worse than before. Now Martina had taken Lucia’s place at the spreader bar. She was rubbing her cunt with pleasure.
I loved my babies so much. So much more than any mother should. I was so sorry that I had suppressed this for so long. Incest is just a word–an outdated moral code. I knew my beautiful daughters loved me as much as I loved them. They loved the smell and taste of my pussy as much as I loved theirs.
The fact that they tortured me so effectively today was at my Master’s request, and they were obedient to him. I knew that each of them dreamed of being his favourite slave.
Then Martina made the wooden frame shake too, and I was happy for her despite the pain. She had also been forced to remain chaste for a month. Chaste is maybe the wrong word, we practiced unchastity all the time, but at least without a climax. As often as our duties as our Master’s slaves allowed, we crawled together and pleasured ourselves naked. I couldn’t get enough of those sweet cracks. They pampered me like a queen, their nimble tongues whirling in my pussy but also gladly in my anus.
The only mistake was that we couldn’t find salvation, no matter how hard we tried. Our Master controlled us even when he wasn’t present.
The ride on the wooden pony was not the end of my suffering. Afterwards came the worst. The branding, or as I called it, the badging. Because Master’s initials were to be branded into me. MW – Master Doubleyou. So that everyone knows that I belong to him.
Guess where I will receive the hot iron?
It will be in a very intimate spot that I would like to reserve just for him, my inner labia.
Left and right with glowing iron letters. I want to belong to him forever.
I must be crazy, I know, I’ll probably pass out from the pain.
But I’m ready for it.
Master thinks it’s hot; he told me that Albanian prostitutes are branded there by their pimps. At the same moment, I started trembling and I climaxed when he looked me firmly in the eye with that conquistador look. I knew immediately what he wanted, what was in store for me.
Who was I to deny him that?
Wasn’t it better than a wedding ring?
But now my sinking body was still hanging on the wooden frame with iron edges, that slowly crushed my pussy and the spot between my pussy and asshole. Another slave girl had been ordered naked to the spreader bar, andshe tormented me with her masturbation and emrith. I must have looked terrible, all tear-stained, snotty and exhausted.
“She has aged by years in just half an hour, look at her, she looks like an old hag, an ugly old sow.”
“That’s not true at all. Emily is so beautiful in her suffering, and I love her for it.” That was Mistress Rita; her words made up for everything. I looked at her tenderly, and she blew me a kiss.
The last few minutes at the top were pure age, I whimpered and cried and thought I was going to die.
Then I heard Mistress Rita gives the command to release me, “Pull her up and lower her gently.” The spreader bar was removed, the clamps came off, the blood rushed back to my nipples and cliporis, and I let out a roar.
Then I was floating Through the air and the pain in my breasts became terrible, I felt as if they were being torn off. Finally, my toes touched the floor, I couldn’t hold on and would have collapsed.
I felt strong arms holding me tight. I looked up and my Master’s green eyes bore into mine. He was naked and stood before me with a huge erection. All my suffering was forgotten; he wanted me. My master was so tall; his cock so long that his glans bounced against my collarbone. I smelled another woman on his cock.
“I look awful, Master,” I wailed, “I stink like a whore, I’m so sorry.”
“But you are a whore, Emily, you are my dirty whore, and I want to fuck you now. Lucia and Martina, come here and place your mother on my cock. No, not her arse, I want to fuck her pussy before it gets burnt. And wipe the snot off her face, it’s disgusting.”
His words were like a love poem to me, and I could already feel the tip of his cock rubbing against my cliporis, then he penetrated deep into my swimming-wet pussy. He grabbed my buttocks with his strong arms.
Oh, the bliss, the ecstasy, I trembled and immediately felt an incredible high.
Twitching, moaning, crying, it overwhelmed me, my vision went black. I wriggled on his cock, it squirted out of me, Master now accelerated his rhythm, and he kept shouting,
“Whore, slut, pig,” then he spat on my nose, pulled my hair and spurted a huge load into me. He slapped my face a few more times, while he pushed into me angrily.
Then he took out his cock, didn’t say a word, totally ignored me, and walked away.
I was Still glowing inside. Sex was best with love.
Chapter 26 sequel
The Leather Bit
A leather bit is only used in equestrian sports these days it is also called a mouthpiece.
But not ours, which was more than 200 years old, it had been in the mouths of slaves hundreds of times so that they could not bite off their tongues when the branding iron was pressed on them. It smelled of fear, sweat and pain.
It was now put in my mouth, I was already waiting for the branding iron.
I remember that my Martina had this piece of leather between her teeth when she got her painful earcartilage piercing a month ago.
The leather tasted awful, but I thought it was appropriate for a cunt like me.
During the two-hour break, I had an enema, showed and made myself presentable again, while dinner was held in the ballroom. The libertines had to finally strengthen themselves for what was to come. Not all the loads had been shot, all the pussies satisfied. The slave girls knelt naked next to their Dominants and sometimes got a bite thrown at them.
I was now on stage, naked again, but with my hair done, make-up on and smelling good. My body ached from the beatings, the clamps, being hung by my breasts and I was sore from the ride on the wooden horse.
The man hired to do the branding had already set up his stove on the stage, radiating heat. Like a good slave, I kneeeled beside the oxygen as ordered. The embers were glowing. The branding iron was already red-hot, and I didn’t dare look.
The man, who appeared to be around 60 years old, introduced himself as Mr Saif al Jhala and explained that he had done many brands, but never a ‘branding’ to mark ownership. He had worked as an interrogator in his native Libya.
He calmly showed me the tools, took the branding iron out of the coals, and waved it in my face. I felt the heat and saw the red-white glow. I began to tremble.
“This is going to be fun,” Mr Saif murmured, full of anticipation. “I hope to do good business today. I’m sure it’s crawling with horny women who want to give a branding to their Master as a present. You made the right decision to do it without anaesthetic. It will be an experience you will never forget. We only need one iron for all four brands, with the letters M and W. Don’t worry, it will be hot enough to make the branding permanent.”
I could see Saif’s erection through his trousers. This man loved his work. Now he unscrewed the handle of the branding iron and spoke. “This handle has been with me for many years. Hundreds of brands, somuch crying, so much fun. “
“And the best part is that so many sluts have humped this handle between their brands. Had their last painful orgasms with it. Spraying the wood. Smell it, Emily. It smells wonderful. I wanted to resist but could not.
It smelled so hot, of sex and pain. It was like magic, my nipples hardened, and my cliporis rose. Oh, that tingling sensing from my labia to my ovaries. Suddenly I thought I heard the screams of pain from Mr Saif’s victims. Scenes of inhuman torture appeared before my eyes.
If you want to try it, spread your legs.”
“Do it Emily,” Mistress Rita’s voice, she had noticed my hesitation. So, I spread, and Mr Saif pushed the handle including the leather strap into my wet pussy.
I was so horny that I could not resist, and I started fucking the handle, moaning, trembling with lust. Another slut humping the handle, riding it, squirming.
To add to my humiliation, Saif now pulled out the handle, I slid after him onMy knees, stretching out my pussy towards him, desperately trying to get the handle back into my pussy.
“Look how needy this fuck hole is.”
“She needs to be branded.”
Saif: “Beg for it, cunt!”
“Please fuck me with the handle.” This was my voice muted by the leather in my mouth, I felt ashamed.
Then I managed to get the handle in my pussy again and I pushed so eagerly against it. I needed only a few more seconds, I was so close.
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