Torturing Tayla

Laying down hurt.  Standing, kneeling, sitting hurt as well.  Tayla’s ass hurt.  The brand was still radiating pain.  It seemed to Tayla that Amy and Matt had no plan, beyond inflicting torture, pain and suffering on her.  Tayla was strapped down to a table, her arms out to the side, at a 90â—¦ to her torso, her legs shoulder length apart.  Finally, Matt had forced a bit-gag into her mouth.  The conservative woman, who’d never even considered a tattoo, now had a brand on her leg.  She also knew that the tools on the table next to her were tattooing instruments.  Matt and Amy stood over the stunning, naked redhead and slowly; taking care to inflict as much pain as possible tattooed her chest, twice.  Underneath her left breast, the word ‘slut’ was tattooed under her right breast, the word ‘whore’.  Matt removed her gag, then abruptly left the room.  Amy smiled at the redhead on the table.  She climbed up on the table and slowly, sensuously started crawling up the table towards Tayla.  When she got to Tayla’s pussy, with her eyes on Tayla’s, she slowly lowered her head and started kissing and licking.  Tayla, whose entire experience with sex over the last weeks had been, rape and torture, felt a wave of pleasure wash over her.  Amy licked and kissed, teased and coaxed Tayla toward an orgasm.  She knew what to do, knew how far to go.  She could tell Tayla was nearly ready to cum. 

            “You’re going to have to ask permission to cum little bitch.  Clear?”

            “Y-y-y-yes M-M-Mistress, I-I-I understand.  May this slave c-c-c-cum?”

            “No, if you do I’m gonna’ tear out your clit,” Amy said re-doubling her efforts.  After a couple of seconds, Amy sat back and continued crawling up Tayla’s body.  Tayla was horrified as Amy’s ass descended on her face. 

            “Start licking me, then you can cum,” Amy said as she ground her ass into Tayla’s face.  Tayla had never had the slightest interest in eating pussy.  She’d never done it.  She tried to do to Amy, what Amy had done to her as fast as she could. 

            “Okay little bitch,” you may cum,” Amy said, “But don’t stop with that amazing tongue of yours.”  She reached back and using her index finger, brought Tayla to an orgasm, which swept over her like a tidal wave.  For never having done it, Tayla was quick learn.  Amy smiled as Tayla brought her over the edge to have an orgasm of her own.  She sprayed her love juices all over the captive redhead’s pretty face.  She dismounted. 

            “Clean your face off, don’t miss a single drop.” Tayla licked her chops and all around her face, as she was able.  Amy freed Tayla’s wrists and Tayla wiped her face, licking Amy’s juices off her hand. 

            “Now clean your own mess,” Tayla felt humiliated as she was forced to lick her own juices.  Just as she was finishing, Matt came back into the room. 

            “They’re here,” he said.  Amy smiled as she pulled Tayla off the table and shackled her wrists behind her and a black bag over her head. 

            “C’mon bitch, we’re going to introduce you t’ some friends of ours,” Amy said.  Tayla was too tired to shake in fear.  Everything they’d done to her, served to emphasize their dominance over her, her subservience to them and to remind her they reveled in her pain and suffering.  She could tell they were leaving the cinderblock room.  They entered the house proper again and Tayla could feel the carpet under her bare feet.  Blinded as she was, she focused on the only two senses that weren’t restricted.  What could she smell?  She smelled food, her mouth watering, she realized that she hadn’t been fed since Matt and Amy brought her home.  What could she hear?  Many voices floated down to her.  ‘Some friends’ is what Amy had said.  She shivered, partially from the cold, partially from the fear that was beginning to wrap her cold fingers around her heart.  As she came to the top of the stairs, there was a cheer and applause.  Tayla heard catcalls and more than a few obscene comments directed her way.  The bag was removed.  The room was packed with men. Most were naked.  Matt whistled very loudly to get silence.  He got it. 

            “Alright gentlemen, you know the rules.  No more than three at a time.  You’ve paid for what you want.  Her mouth, ass and pussy are fifty dollars each, and a titty fuck is twenty-five.”   Tayla wanted to scream.