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You flop down on your queen size bed and just lie there for a few moments, too tired to even throw back the covers. What a day - run, run, run, and not a second to relax. As your eyes slowly close and blessed sleep begins to overtake you, the jangle of the phone on the night stand jars you back to reality.
Fumbling for the receiver, you answer, "Hello, may I help you?"
"Amu Hinamori," a deep voice on the other end of the line responds firmly, "this is your master. Are you ready to obey?"
Instantly a shiver runs through your body, seemingly whisking the tiredness right out of you, and causing your pussy to drench itself in a bath of warm cunt juice!
"I won't ask you again," he snaps, "are you ready to obey?"
"Oh, yes," you gush, "anything, I'm ready to serve you!"
"Very good," he replies smoothly, "but before we go any further, I want you to lie down and bring yourself to climax, is that understood?"
"Yes, master, I understand," you answer huskily, before letting your hand slide between your legs to find your seat of pleasure. After it is over (and it is over rather quickly) he gives you an address on the other side of town and tells you to be there in twenty minutes, and then abruptly he hangs up!
For the second time that evening you shiver, the first time from the sound of your master's voice, the second, from the appearance of the building matching the address he has given you! It is a private residence that looks absolutely gothic, with a front consisting of large thick stones, turrets, gargoyles, and of course covered with thick hanging vines.
You unconsciously pull your coat tighter together in front of you, and then with a little trepidation, climb the stairs and ring the bell. For almost a minute nothing happens and you are about to ring the bell one more time, when all at once the huge carved door creaks and slowly swings open.
It is almost as dark inside as out, as the only light that you can see comes from several oil lamps hanging from the wall. Gothic isn't the word for it, this place looks positively medieval!
Gingerly stepping inside, you are taken aback at the sight of a dark robed person with a hood over his or her head. The usher closes the door behind you, and without saying a word motions for you to follow them down a long dark corridor that is made even more chilling by the flickering of flames of the oil lamps that cause the shadows to jump from one spot to another.
With your heart pounding, you enter a large room that is at least thirty feet long and just as wide. What you see turns your tummy into a knot and stuns you into motionlessness.
The room itself is lined with more of the oil lamps, which of course give off the eerie flickering light, but what really scares you, was what dominates the center of the room! It has the makings of a tenth-century torture chamber, complete with a stretching rack, pillory, and naturally an apparatus that would hold someone spread eagle in a standing position. You are so transfixed by the equipment that you at first fail to notice that there are three other figures dressed in hooded robes sitting in a semi-circle in front of the "toys"!
You are startled from your trance as a hand takes you by the arm and leads you to a place in front of the rest of the group. A male voice coming from under the hood of your usher orders, "You have agreed to obey and will do the bidding of your master?"
"Y-yes," you reply in a shaky voice, "I will obey you!"
You have never seen your master face to face, but after having heard his voice many times over the phone, you are positive that the person speaking to you is not him. However, you can't be sure that he isn't one of the three others sitting before her.
The voice from under the hood then commands "Amu, remove your clothing, right now!"
You slip your leather coat from her shoulders and then slowly begin removing the rest of your things until you are shivering naked in the middle of the dark dank room.
Again taking you by the arm, the usher leads you to the rack and has you climb up on its table top and extend your arms over your head, where metal bracelets are then attached to each wrist and ankle.
After you are safely secured, the man in the hood asks, "Are you sure you want to continue? This will be the last time you will be asked. From then on you will do as you are told without question!"
With your nipples now sticking up hard in the cool air, you reply softly, "I will follow your orders completely!"
"Very good Amu," he replies sternly, "then let us begin!"
(His Bidding, continued...)
Looking around with more than a little fear, you watch as the hooded usher slowly begins moving the arm ratchet back and forth, which slowly but surely retracts the chains attached to your limbs. Each movement of the arm incrementally moves the chains only a fraction of an inch, but in only a matter of minutes your arms and legs are pulled tight almost to the point of pain.
Moments later, you are surrounded by the three other hooded figures who at first only watch as your naked body is stretched to its limit!
"Does it hurt," he asks softly?
"Yes," you reply truthfully, but there must not have been enough pain in your voice, as immediately he moves the lever another notch, which ever so slightly pulls harder on your arms and legs. The low moan that escapes your lips must please him, because for the time being, he doesn't make another move to stretch you further. Instead, however, one of the other hooded figures holds a burning candle over your nipples that drips hot wax onto your vulnerable skin!
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, that burns," you moan. "Please, no more!"
Quick as a cat, the hooded usher reaches out and clicks the ratchet ahead a notch, causing you to moan even louder as the pain in your shoulders and hips intensifies!
"Don't ever tell us to stop," he admonishes you, "retribution will be quick and sure, do you understand me?"
"Y-yes," you stammer, as your eyes began to blur from the pain, "I understand!"
"Very good Amu," he continues, "now, be a good girl and ask for some more wax!"
"Oh, please," you groan!
"Please what," he demands.
"P-please give me some more wax," you say in a wavering voice!
"Very good, my dear," he replies softly, while more burning wax drips slowly onto your erect nipples, "you have a lovely body, but I fear that it is a touch too short," and with that, that ratchet moves another notch and your moan is now loud enough to fill the room.
"Does is hurt, dear?" the usher asks softly, while massaging your full breasts.
"Oh, god," you moan, "it hurts so badly, p-please, no more!"
"Well, dear," he says still more softly, "we have something else planned for you, that I'm sure will be a great deal more palatable!"
"W-what are you going to do to me?" you ask nervously, as your body is being pulled tight like a bow string. The answer comes soon enough, when you feel warm oil being gently rubbed into your pussy!
"Oh, myyyyyyy," you moan, "that feels so goooooood, please don't stop!"
"Your cunt is too hairy," the usher replies, while still caressing your chest and softly twisting your nipples, "it's so hairy we can't see your pretty labia, so of course, we have to shave it for you!"
Upon hearing that, you automatically stiffen, while thinking about a sharp razor gliding over your nether regions.
"Now, now, Amu," the usher says soothingly, "you're so tense, maybe this will help you relax a little," and with a swift jerk, he ratchets the handle one more notch!
While more oil is being applied to your pussy, it is inevitable that your clit is brushed over and indirectly massaged by the swirling digits. The pain, especially in your shoulders, is growing more intense by the second, but much to your consternation, the fury building gradually in your pussy is making it hard to distinguish between agony and ecstasy.
The usher produces a long bladed straight razor that he carefully makes sure you get a good look at before moving down to your pussy and gently cutting away your thick bush. The cool air on bare skin is a new sensation for you, which makes goose bumps break out all over your body, as well as causing your nipples to shrivel up like it is the middle of winter.
When you are finally smooth as a baby, oil is again applied generously to your bulging mound, but this time fingers eagerly probe your opening, searching out your love button, and masturbating it shamelessly, which of course makes your pussy convulse in an orgasm that seems to last forever!
Cradling your head in his arms, the usher asks softly, "Did our little cunt enjoy her orgasm?"
Barely able to speak, all you can do is whisper, "Yes, it was wonderful, thank you so much!"
The usher continues to caress your cheek and breasts while adding, "Of course, you will cum again and again for us Amu Hinamori, but this time, you will be violated by this!" He leans over and shoves a thick black dildo deep into your defenceless pussy!
Your eyes nearly pop out of their sockets while the usher rams the thick rubber invader in and out of your pussy at lightning speed. You try to move your body to time his thrusts with those of your own, but you are being held so tightly by the rack, that all you can do is lie there and take it, as orgasm after orgasm slams into your cunt like a sledge hammer!
You finally pass out, from both a mixture of pain and orgasmic exhaustion, but the next thing you realize, you are awake and dressed, and standing next to the front door with the usher, who points you in the direction of a cab which is waiting at the bottom of the stairs in the street in front of the old house.
Gingerly you take an awkward step out the door, but have to grab the hand railing to keep from falling on your face. As you begin your slow descent down the steps, a voice from inside the door opines, "Have a safe trip home, Amu Hinamori, we hope to see you again sometime, goodnight!"
The big door then swings slowly shut and you struggle to reach the cab for your ride home. Finally back in your apartment, you are just about ready to slip under the shower when the phone rings.
"Hello," you answered softly.
"Did you have a nice evening, Amu?" your master's voice asks quietly.
"It was, shall we say, interesting," you reply.
A chuckle comes through the phone line and he replies, "Sleep well my child, you never know when the next call will come!"
The End