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 When the show had finally completed, I was still forced to watch for those
final minutes as the three satiated bodies were haphazardly tangled on the
debauched sheets.  Tears were falling down my cheeks, shame and anger
warring within me for the callousness of the man that so vehemently
proclaimed his love to me at every opportunity.  It was perhaps this
special treat that broke my spirit more than anything the cruel handlers
had done to me so far.  I barely even felt it when the screen froze and one
of the handlers pushed my side roughly, making me fall to the side; further
arranging me so that I laid flat on the waist-high table.



   The handler that had so recently filled my mouth, was stationed at the
end of the table, his calloused hands rough as he forced my knees to the
edge of the table.  The sound of velcro filled my ears as he secured my
legs in the gaping position.  I could feel the heat of the sun beating down
upon my exposed pussy.  There was a switch in his right hand, he began
tapping it against his palm, until he had my full attention.  There was
confusion in my gaze, not understanding why he had me in this pose, if he
planned on using the switch.



   With a nod of his head, he called over another of the handlers; this one
positioning himself at the head of the table.  The second handler removed
the ball gag, my spit trailing across my face.  He did not bother to clean
it up, instead rubbing it into my face with his swiftly exposed cock. 
Shockingly, I opened my mouth to him, either broken enough to not care, or
wisely fearing the crop in the first handler's meaty grasp.  There was not
much that I needed to do...  considering I was chained near motionless now
on the table; merely needed to just remember to steal in breaths where I
could.  It should have been easy...



   My scream of pure agony opened my throat further for the thrusting force
of the monstrous cock.  Obviously, while I had no true idea of what fate
just befell my clit - I was certain it must have been sliced clean off. 
Some currently absent rational side of my brain would have remembered the
switch in his hand; would have known I was perhaps bloodied; but, still
intact.  Even as the pain radiated through me, I noted the sudden insertion
of high powered vibrator as it began stroking inside of my pussy.



   With my jaws aching, I thought the second handler would never finish. 
Relenting a bit, I began trying to work my tongue along the underside of
his cock, anything to bring him off quicker.  Perhaps it was some test I
was given, but as I more eagerly participated in the raping of my throat
more pleasure was allowed me.  I felt a slow rubbing of calloused fingers
over my clit, as hot breath caressed.  Within moments, I could feel the
abused nub begin to swell lustfully, a sensual heat spreading out,
beginning to infuse my senses.



   I shockingly noticed that I began trying to take in more of the gigantic
cock, to suck more fervently upon it as he tried to pull back.  My hips
were lifting from the table earnestly, my pussy making those slick noises
as the vibrator was worked with longer strokes.  My moans wantonly caressed
the handler's pistoning cock; a need coiling into me.  Already, it seemed I
could be conditioned to want what I did not think I ever could.



   Short sharp strokes of the canes surely left criss-crossed markings over
each breast, as someone wielded it viciously.  Those only partially
registered for me though, because the heat that continually blossomed over
my clit, constantly pushed me inexorably toward the pinnacle of release. 
Again, the white hot bolt of agony shafted my swollen clit; my screams cut
short.



   Shockingly though, the torture was heightening my arousal rather than my
need to flee.  The ironclad control of the second handler was wavering, I
could feel his well muscled thighs trembling as he leaned into me.  His
hand was gripping me that much tighter at the back of my head.  His other
hand finding its way to one marked nipple, the calloused digits sending
shards of pain straight to my clit; as if by gripping me that much more
firmly he could retain the hold on his own impending orgasm.



   The thrusting vibrations were keyed up a notch further.  Once more, I
was sent hurtling toward the edge of release.  I did not notice the
soreness in my jaw, the rawness of my throat; instead my mouth worked
feverishly along the turgid length of his cock.  Unspoken was the knowledge
that if only I could make him cum, I would finally be allowed that relief.
A cool breeze whispered over taut nipples, the only warning before the
merciless cane fell onto each of them in turn; I did not even bother trying
to count the continuous strokes.  My body could not process the myriad of
sensations; so it keyed in on the one that was the best...  the pleasure.
All that was pain, became pleasure; all the pleasure was overwhelming.



   As the hand on the back of my head pulled once more, my lips suctioned
to the base of the handler's cock, I felt the engorged head swelling
further.  My throat constricted tighter, milking his length as the first
ropes of cum shot into my belly.  As if that were some sort of command, my
body was finally allowed to soar over the edge; dropping into a maelstrom
of sensations, the orgasm so encompassing that I could not even remember
the ending...  so intense, that the next thing I did remember was waking up
to the sensation of my limbs being released from the table shackles.



   A small push to the center of my chest, kept me from rising up.  I
looked up however, into the dark eyes of my handler, my gaze flitted away
swiftly before he saw anything too remarkable in my own blue gaze.  I tried
not to wince as he rubbed some sort of salve over the caned areas,
surprisingly with gentle care.  Even with the tender touch there was the
edge of pain in each of his caresses.  I could feel the wetness pooling
once more between my thighs; a soft whimper escaped my lips as I leaned in
to him; trying to ignore the smirk that crossed his lips.



   Fear touched on me like the light caress of a butterfly's wings as he
observed to another that I was surely ready for my first transaction. 
There was a small sound of agreement from whomever he was speaking to as he
gave a small tug on the leash in his strong grasp.  My limbs were shaky at
first, although I tried to comply swiftly, it gave no excuse it seemed, as
a broad palm connected sharply with my raised ass.  The force of it
shuffled me forward, but not enough to escape the rough digits slipping
between swollen pussy lips.  I heard a chuckle to my side as he pulled his
fingers free, ignoring it; I slipped just behind my handler with my cheek
pressed tight to his thigh.



   I tried to keep up with his long legged pace while attempting to keep my
movements sensual as they demanded.  Anytime I faltered, there was a small
tap of the cane between my thighs.  The touch so gentle it was more of a
tease then a punishment.  I caught myself almost purposely slowing so that
he would switch me all that more soundly.



   As my handler came to a stop finally, his right foot raising to press
downward between my shoulder blades, a single word resounding from him and
I knew that I needed to remember from then onward; at the command of `Lay'
I was to stop anything I was doing and curl where I was.  It was never good
if he had to repeat himself.  A small part of me, wanted to rebel, wanted
to tell him where to take his commands and attitude; I forced that part
further into me, burying it where I could forget it, forget who I once was.




   Eyes opening some time later as a plate and bowl were set before me, the
single word `Eat' was uttered, and shifting slightly, I rose up to hands
and knees, taking a small relish in stretching as I did so.  I was careful
to not dally too long before elbows bending, I lowered my face down to
begin eating the bite-sized morsels.  I saved the cool water until the end,
hoping that beyond quenching my thirst, the water would also wash away any
traces of the meal from my lips.  All throughout the meal, I swore there
were eyes upon me, I did not dare look around; I knew the chance for
punishment.  A small shudder worked through me as I thought of the
punishments possible, feeling my pussy swell in anticipation of correction.



   Timing it perhaps to that internal revelation, my handler stepped close
to me; not that I looked up to see who it was; I had just come to know his
steps well.  I crawled just those few inches closer, expecting him to grab
the leash trailing along the ground.  Instead, he just began walking across
the courtyard, expecting me to follow; which, I of course did without
hesitation.  A small sliver of trepidation filled me as once again he
walked toward one of the tables, clearly visible was a plethora of grooming
items.  Stopping beside it, and pointing one finger imperiously at the
imposing item, he merely said `Present'.



   Biting my lower lip, I tried not to sigh softly, as I crawled up the
small incline; bringing my body more easily to his reach.  My palms slid to
the outer edges of the table, my knees doing the same; opening myself to
his penetrating gaze.  The salve from earlier had worked remarkably well,
the tendered areas nothing more than faint pink lines now; where I could
see them just before lifting my chin to stare straight ahead.



   His hands caressing over me, correcting imperceptible issues within me
posture as he walked around.  His fingers and palm moving over my pussy,
the touch so light, it was almost unfelt compared to his usual harshness. I
did not bother to hide the small whimper that wordlessly begged for more; I
was not about to actually beg for it; considering how often I had been
reminded I was nothing more than a pleasure beast, and animals could not
talk.



   I heard his chuckle, sensing approval in the callous reaction.  Giving a
small tap to inside of my left thigh, I lifted it to the side, parallel
with the table.  He placed a small pedestal under my leg; keeping me more
firmly in the exposing pose.  A small sigh murmured over my lips as a warm
cloth tenderly moistened my folds, making the shaving cream feel all that
much cooler.  I moved sensually with the motion of his hand, trying to
bring my hardened clit in contact.  As he spread my lips though, the kiss
of the wickedly sharp straight razor had me holding so still that even
breath was captive.



   As he was paying such close attention to my pussy, there were others
ensuring that not a strand of unwanted hair remained on my body.  All my
senses were attuned to his movements, his pauses, his touch.  It was not
until he gave a small tap to my thigh that I finally took that much needed
breath.  So aware of him, that I did not need to look to see where he
stood.



   I felt his gaze on me for minutes, until suddenly he turned away,
walking away as if I was not posed there in anticipation of him using me
for his own pleasure.  It seem like hours, my arms quaking from the
motionlessness.  I am sure he waited until precisely that minute, until my
elbows buckled just enough to be noticed; a single earth-shattering - my
world at least - crack of a paddle burning across the tender crease where
thighs met ass.



   My body, already weakened from the statue-like hours, thrust forward to
lay flat upon the table.  Trying to get my hands under me, to push back up
to position as if I had not moved; I was halted by his hand on the back of
my head.  A cockhead thrusting between my lips, as the paddle continued to
fall upon my defenseless backside.  As the inferno crossed over from pain
to pleasure, my hips began to rise up for his swats.  The moans vibrating
the cock thrusting between my lips increased; trying to bring him that
pleasure he sought; whoever he was.



   What could only have been minutes passing, I found my knees under me
once more, some unconscious movement of my own.  My thighs parting widely,
inviting the paddle's intensity not only covering my throbbing ass but
between them as well.  As the man's cock swelled one last time, my throat
already beginning to swallow his cum as it spewed forth; that one swing I
had been waiting for finally landed, sending my own body hurtling toward an
epiphany of orgasm.



   When my lashes finally lifted this time, I found myself curled onto a
soft pillow.  The pillow must have been raised upon some sort of dais, as
my handler's strong touch caressed along me.  It was an absent touch, like
one would give a favored pet as it curled next to you had almost forgotten
was there.