The Master then took leather cuffs from the cabinet and clasped them around her wrists and ankles. Using short lengths of chain, he fastened her wrists through D-rings on the cuffs to staples at the tops of the legs of the desk, hidden from the men's view, pulling her arms taut. Her ankles he drew up and attached the same way so that her legs were pulled wide apart, her knees bent. The tethering was not necessary; the slut would have lain there and submitted to her Master's will, whatever it was that he required of her and no matter whom he allowed to use her nor in what fashion. However not only did the fact that she was chained there and unable to escape add to the men's excitement, lending an edge of rape and violation to their actions, but of course it added to the slut's own excitement, the chains freeing her from any responsibility for her behaviour. She was not choosing to fuck these men, they were being imposed on her and the chains meant that no matter what she did with them, it was clearly not by her will that she was so used.
Her back still arched, she lay passively, her cunt splayed open to their gaze and the chain looping its way down her crack and thence back up to the top corner of the desk. Her head flung back, she could not really see her visitors, but she knew of course that they were examining her intimately, scrutinising every fold of flesh, the point where the gold ring pierced her clitoris, the shining wetness of her cunt, the puckered ring of her anus. Despite her many such experiences, she still felt a flush of humiliation rise hotly under her skin and wondered if she would ever really get used to this treatment. She thought not; but also, deep inside, knew that her Master never wanted her to get used to it. She knew his pleasure was made all the more piquant by her shaming and that he revelled in the humiliations to which he subjected her, as indeed did she.
The younger man asked if he was allowed to make use of the toys in the cabinet and she heard her Master give his consent. The man went back to the cabinet and selected a crop, swishing it through the air a few times to get the feel of it. Although he'd fantasised about using such a thing, this was the first time he'd ever had one in his hands. He stepped up to the desk, stroking the crop through his fingers and wondering where to strike. Really there was no question - it had to be the nipples... The slut had large round breasts, tipped with neat brown nipples and slightly swollen milky brown areolas. How he wanted to see red weals appear on her creamy white skin and know that he had inflicted them... Taking careful aim, he struck hard, the looped tip of the crop catching the slut on the right nipple. She bucked and whimpered and he struck again, aiming for the left this time. Again she cried out although evidently she was trying to smother her cry.
At this he laid on with greater abandon, determined to make her scream and cry out uncontrollably. As he struck harder and harder, crossing his cuts so as to make a pattern of red lines appear all over her tits, he found her response very gratifying. She couldn't move much, but she was wriggling nevertheless, desperately trying to avoid the fall of the crop, moving her body in a futile attempt to evade him which simply served to increase the severity of the punishment he meted out. At the same time her cries became louder and more breathless, ragged sobs and occasional loud screams punctuated by the rhythmical swish and crack of the crop. The Master kept a careful eye on his property, judging her limits, watching the increasing flow of wetness from her cunt, until he felt she had had enough and called a halt.
The other man had approached while the slut was receiving her punishing treatment at the hands of the younger man, fascinated by the visible signs, despite her cries and struggles, of her increasing excitement. He could clearly see and smell the flow of her juices glistening on her thighs and as the Master called a halt to the flogging, he seized his chance to bury his face in her cunt. The taste and aroma were exquisite, particularly to a man who'd been deprived of such sights, tastes and scents for rather longer than he cared to recall. The slut loved his attentions and was thrusting herself towards his eager mouth, careless of what the others might think of her abandoned behaviour. As the older man licked, sucked and nibbled she purred her contentment and uttered a slight moue of disappointment as he stepped back from her in order to remove his trousers.
Under the desk there was a platform that when pulled out raised him to exactly the height he needed in order comfortably to be able to thrust his cock into her dripping cunt. This he now did with no more ado and the slut sighed her pleasure as her cunt was filled and repeatedly pumped by the stranger's cock. The others watched, the younger man still not quite believing that this woman could be so complaisant in her Master's service as to submit so readily to the whims and demands of total strangers. But the evidence was there before him and his ears were full of the slut's little moans and cries of pleasure and the jingling of the chain that still tethered her by her clitoris to the desk.
The older man tried to take his time but it was all too much for him. Fairly soon he came, thrusting hard and grunting as he filled the slut's cunt with his cum. He fell heavily across her body but after a few seconds in order to recover himself, made way for his companion. The younger man had taken up the nipple clamps he'd removed from the cabinet earlier and asked the Master if he would apply them. The slut lay there panting, her nipples swollen from their earlier cropping, and when the Master fixed on the clamps she screamed. The clamps were joined by a long length of chain and the younger man asked if the slut could be turned onto her front so that he could sodomise her more easily.
When she'd been repositioned to his fancy, moaning as her clamped nipples came into contact with the leather of the desktop made hot and sticky with her sweat, he pulled the chain over her head so that he could keep a grip on it and use it as reins while he fucked her arse. The tight ring of her anus was already slippery with juice from her cunt and he pushed his hard cock against it with some force. Anal sex was something that he'd fantasised about for years but his wife would never let him try it and this was his first time. The slut moaned but relaxed her muscles, letting him in for her Master's sake. Despite her practise at being used this way and her skills at relaxing her sphincter muscles, the rough force which the young man was using hurt her and his entry was abrupt and painful, ripping a cry from her. Oblivious to her distress he pressed on, sinking the thick length of his cock deep inside her and then thrusting hard with no gentle build-up of pressure.
As he thrust, he jerked on the chain, pulling at the nipple clamps so that the slut cried and gasped as sharp, searing pains pierced through her tender breasts. Her one consolation was knowing that the more she suffered on her Master's account, the greater would be the pleasure and satisfaction she would afford him. He might then reward her and allow her to do what she most wanted to do, which was to offer him some of the same attentions and opportunities she now offered his guests. And so she mused, her anus become slack with the thrusting of the man who now grew and throbbed and came within her. He pulled away from her, swatting her arse as his cock popped out eliciting one last moan from her, and strode round to the front of the desk. 'Suck me clean, whore' he commanded and obediently the slut opened her mouth for him and licked her shit and a trace of blood from his still tumescent cock.
As she ministered to him with her mouth, he turned to her Master and said, 'You know what I'd really like? To have her drink my piss the way she drank yours...' The Master smiled and shrugged his shoulders.
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