Number Four-Fifteen

Part IV

Downstairs is just what I thought it would be. A proper punishment chamber, with racks and crosses and chains and gags and ropes and clamps and enough paddles, whips, riding crops, and floggers to punish the entire harem, simultaneously, it seemed. The floor isn't carpeted, but it isn't cold stone, either. It's this strange kind of foamy material that feels a little springy under my feet, but isn't the kind of thing you'd want to kneel on for hours. Although that's probably what I'll be doing eventually.

"Have you ever been punished, Mina?" the Master asks me as we enter the room.

"A little bit, master," I say timidly.

"In what ways?"

"I've been spanked, master - by you, of course - but by others, too, before. I've been tied to beds, been gagged, and handcuffed, and restrained by others, master."

He makes a noise in his throat. I'm already feeling wet just at the sight of the riding crop and the ball gags.

"So, Mina," he says, when we've reaching the center of the chamber, "what are you being punished for?"

"I don't know, master," I say.

He looks irritated again, though the effect doesn't go very deep. "Well, for being stupid and unobservant, for one."

I think this is unfair, and open my mouth, but then I remember about interrupting him. For a millisecond I contemplate interrupting him simply to be spanked again, but he'll see through that. I close my mouth. He looks pleased.

"The other reasons, which accumulated upstairs," he continues, "are for being insolent in asking questions, stupid ones at that, and for being a naughty slut and begging me to fuck you."

This is familiar territory. He urges you to say something or do something, then punishes you later for it. Simple, but effective.

"Yes, Master," I say.

"Now, tell me what you are being punished for."

"I am being punished for being stupid and unobservant, for asking stupid questions and being insolent to you, Master, and for being a naughty slut and begging you to fuck me, master," I recite.

"Very good," he says.

"May I ask a question, master?" I venture.

"What?" he snaps.

"Is the freedom of orgasm still in place?" I'm treading a line here - first, I shouldn't be asking a question, secondly, it's a bit of a stupid question because he already set the rule and he hasn't changed it since. However, sometimes rules change suddenly and it's good to know.

"That's a silly question," he says, truly annoyed. "Of course it's in place. You may come as much as you like, this time. And you've just earned more punishment for another stupid question."

Oh, goody.

"You are not to say anything, do you understand?"

"Y-" I begin, but his eyes narrow. I nod. He lets it pass.

He walks over to the wall and begins finge the the various riding crops.

"You may make sounds, you may moan and scream and gurgle, but you are not to make words."

I nod again.

He selects a riding crop. My inner muscles clench in anticipation.

"Come here," he orders, standing beside a low box. I approach. "Bend over and place your hands on the box." I bend over and place my hands on the box, which is made of metal and is cold. With one booted foot he nudges my legs apart. I moan. The air in the room isn't exactly warm, and hot parts of my body have now been exposed to the cold.

The riding crop slithers across my buttocks and along my inner thighs before landing with a smack on my right cheek. It stings; I can feel the fluids beginning to leak. Smack, smack. The leather glides along my back, around to my waist, and then back around to my buttocks. It cracks through the air before landing on my left butt cheek. "Oohhh," I moan, not just in pain.

He slides the riding crop around between my legs and rubs it against my moist pussy. "Getting wet, are we, slut?" he asks. I nod and moan.

"Then you deserve this even more, don't you?" he asks.

"Yes, Master," I say.

In a flash he grabs my ponytail and forces my head back and up. His face is sharp with displeasure. "I told you not to speak," he says coldly. "I was hoping to get through this session without resorting to such petty devices, but now I have no choice." He releases my hair contemptuously and stalks away somewhere - I can hear him rummaging a little ways off.

When he comes back a few seconds later, he slides something over my head; it's a small ball gag, a little under two inches across. "Open your mouth," he orders.

I hesitate a moment, and he slaps the riding crop onto both buttocks in quick session. "Open!" he says again. I open my mouth and he shoves the gag in. He tightens it in the back. "Can you breathe?" he asks. I nod my head. Well, at least he's concerned about that.

"Now we shall resume the punishment, slut," he says.

The spanking continues - ass, pussy, breasts, thighs, even calves. I gurgle and moan and cry out in pain and pleasure. The riding crop is alternated with his hands, which slide along to my pussy and make me buck against him, and with a wooden paddle, which covers both buttocks and makes me scream into the gag. The wooden paddle is also inserted between my thighs and rubs against my clitoris.

I'm soaking wet by the time there's a significant pause, and quite wishing to be fucked again. Every nerve in my body is standing on end, confused by the overwhelming need - it's what makes punishment so intense.

He presses his body up against mine from behind. He's got an erection again, I can feel it through the leather pants.

"The sight of your exposed flesh makes me want you," he breaths. Oh, God. I moan, wishing I could talk and tell him how much I want him, too. "And hearing you moan, seeing you moisten with every thrash - you're a natural submissive." His hands are playing over my body - rubbing my breasts, caressing my hips and waist. He draws one finger down my spine and I shudder.

"I want to fuck you," he continues, "but I can't do that until you're properly punished."

I want to ask him what properly punished is, but all I can make with the gag in my mouth is a sort of questioning gurgle. He gets the gist, though. "You wonder what proper punishment is, I suppose?" he says, grinding against me. I nod.

He laughs, and pulls away. "Proper punishment is when I decide that I want to fuck you. And I have plenty of endurance."

Looks like a long afternoon.

"Can I take the ball gag out without you speaking?" he asks, as though I were a child.

I nod fervently. I don't particularly like it; although its effect is undoubtedly arousing, with the added sensation of helplessness, it's rather uncomfortable having to keep my mouth in the one position for an extended period. And the taste of plastic is bitter next to the combined flavors of Emperor-semen and turkey sandwich.

"I think that I shouldn't take too much risk, though," he continues, thoughtfully. I hear a zipper and a swoosh of cloth. Is this what I think it is? "Although I need another device." The heat of his body vanishes; I can hear him striding across the room and moving things on one wall.

I hear a crack of air being split. "Stand up," he says, "put your arms over your head, and face me." I turn around.

He's holding a whip of sorts - rather wide, with a long handle. His trousers are undone, exposing his cock, though he still has his boots and shirt on. "Come to me and kneel." I cross the room. "Keep your arms over your head!" he barks. I wasn't aware that I'd moved my arms, but I stretch them as far over my head as they go, lacing the fingers. When I'm in front of him, I sink carefully to my knees. The floor is a little more comfortable than I thought it would be, which is good. He reaches down and unsnaps the ball gag. I'm tempted to spit it out, but I wait, gazing up at him. "Good," he says coldly, at my passivity. After a moment he reaches down and takes it out of my mouth, tossing it aside. "Suck," he orders.

I pull my arms down to scoot forward, but he hits me with the whip, saying, "Hands over your head, Mina!" I put my hands back over my head, and scoot forward on my knees. He's a fairly tall man, so I have to rise a little on my knees to have my mouth at the proper height.

I take his cock - at least, what fits - into my mound gnd give it a good suck. "Good, slut," he says coolly. His hands stay at his sides.

I swirl my tongue around the tip and lick the shaft - it's a little harder to do this without the use of my hands to guide the penis.

Suddenly I feel the leather of the whip sliding along my back and caressing my buttocks. Is he going to whip me while I'm down on him? With my hands over my head?

Apparently he is. He brings his right arm up, the whip sails through the air and comes down with a loud sting on my right buttock. I moan into his cock. "Don't stop," he commands, as the whip slips over my flesh, teasing, making my nerves taut with expectation. I put my attentions to his twitching cock and try to fit as much of it into my mouth as I can. I'm at the wrong angle - I stretch myself up and try to angle my face properly, but it's not quite working. I settle on licking along the shaft, turning my head this way and that.

One of his hands now grasps my wrists and pulls me slightly upward; the other hand lays another lash on my left buttock, which I do believe stings slightly less than my right one.

"Take it all," he orders. I carefully lower my head so that his entire penis goes into my mouth and down my throat. Breathe through your nose, girl. God, it's so long; I feel like it's stretching all the way into my lungs, and he'd better not let go of my wrists, because then I'hokehoke and splutter.

He holds me up so that my knees are dangling a little above the floor. I bob enthusiastically up and down. "Good slut," he says, his voice hoarse. "Suck, yes. Just like that. And it feels good to have me whipping you? To be helpless, at my command?" I moan. He twitches. "Take me just to the brink, slut, and then stop. We have more work to do."

With that command he releases my wrists; I gag on his cock for a moment before it slips out, and I'm back to twisting my head this way and that. His free hand - the other one continues to slide the whip over and around my ass and anything it can reach - now lands on my head and forces my head towards his crotch.

"Yes, yessss," he hisses. "Suck it hard, slut." Then his speech dissolves into grunts and mutters. I lick his balls, his shaft, swirl my tongue over the tip, and try to look up at him as much as possible. The whip lands on my right buttock - and it definitely is the sorer of the two - and I groan as a surge of pleasurable pain courses through me. He's trembling quite a lot now, and I think he's right at the brink, so I pull back and look questioningly up at him.

"Good," he says approvingly, voice still rough. "I was very close. You may put your arms down. And wipe your face." There's a combination of saliva and pre-cum dribbing down my chin. I wipe it away with the back of my hand, and swipe my hand on my leg.

"Now, let's see how you're progressing, shall we?" he asks. I look at him questioningly. "Stand up. Spread your legs. Turn around. Good. Now, bend over and touch the floor." When I've assumed this position, he takes a finger and probes into my pussy.

Oh, God, that feels good. I moan and twitch. My pussy is positively slick, and he murmurs approvingly as he slides his finger in and out. Two fingers, please, I think, please, two fingers. But instead he pulls his hand out and strokes my buttocks. I nearly jump - they sting like mad, and his caress is a strange juxtaposition to the pain. "Getting quite red back here," he comments. "We should probably lay off on the ass for a while." No, please. You can do whatever you want to my ass.

"Stand up," he commands. "Follow me."

He leads me to a simple table-like device, although it has interesting openings - holes - along the side. For ropes, I think.

"I want you to struggle," he says, "and you may now speak."

Okay. I run away from him, towards the door. "Please!" I cry. "Please, let me go!" I back up against the door handle and look desperately around for a means of escape. He wants a struggle, he'll get a real one.

The Emperor approaches me, amusement thinly veiled by a disapproving frown.

When he's within two feet of me, I bolt to the left. He lunges, but misses me. I race over and put one of the sawhorses between him and me. We dodge around each other for a minute - feinting one way, then the other - until he vaults over the sawhorse and makes a grab for me. I slip out of his hands, but he's fast onto his feet and tackles me.

"Come with me," he says.

"No!" I yell. "No, please, don't!" I struggle and writhe and try to free my arms from him. He tosses me over his shoulder like so many potatoes. I, in character, pound his back and struggle. He spanks my bottom. I try to conceal my moan of pleasure with a "Nngggg..nnoooo!"

We're back at the table. He's holding my legs firmly with one arm and fumbling with ropes with the other.

At that moment the guard who was eyeing me earlier walks in.

"Ahh, good," says the Emperor. "Can you come hold her down?"

The guard hurries over and grasps me by the wrists, pinning me to the table while the Emperor fastens ropes to my ankles. My legs are now spread apart, bound to the table.

"What you gonna to do 'er, m'lord?" asks the guard, his eyes roving up and down my body.

I struggle, hopelessly straining at the bindings on my ankles. The guard holding my wrists adjusts them to one hand - I hate the fact that men's hands are so much bigger than ours - and, with his other hand, brushes one nipple.

I gasp. "No!" I plead. "Please, please!"

The Emperor slaps me across the cheek. "You can't escape," he says softly. "You're bound and helpless, completely powerless to stop us having our way with you."

"No, please!" I cry again. "Please, please don't!" I'm hopelessly wet.

The Emperor, who is standing at my side, his penis about level with the table, reaches out one long forefinger and presses it against my clitoris. I shudder. "No," I say, though my voice is getting weaker. "Please..." As I shake my head from side to side, I catch a glimpse of the guard's nether regions - he's got a raging erection. And as he's holding my wrists down and still tweaking my nipples, I rather expect -

The guard removes his hand from my nipples and undoes his fly. "Suck," he says, pressing his cock into my mouth.

"Please!" I gasp. "No, please, don't make me!"

The Emperor gives my pussy a good slap. "Suck his cock, you slut!"

The table, which is apparently on hydraulic legs, rises about four inches, placing my mouth at the idea height to take the guard's penis - a 6-inch standard affair - into my mouth. The Emperor slides one finger into my pussy, which feels like a river.

The guard moans. "M'lord," he says, in a growl, "could you please be so kind as to rope 'er wrists? Then I might use both hands on 'er breasts."

"Certainly, good man," says the Emperor civilly. He removes his finger from my pussy, and I let out a groan of disappointment. The Emperor and the guard both laugh nastily.

"Sounds like she's enjoying it, doesn't it?" says the guard. I shake my head 'No' fervently, but they laugh.

The Emperor takes one of my wrists; I give a token struggle as he wraps a length of rope around it, binding it to the table; then he does my other wrist. The guard now has both hands free. He promptly grabs both my breasts and begins squeezing them, pinching the nipples and stroking the flesh alternately.

I can't keep pretending anymore. I moan around the cock in my mouth and writhe - the Emperor inserts his finger back inside my pussy and begins probing around; his thumb takes charge of my clitoris and begins making small circles with it.

"She's dripping," he says to the guard. "She's positively soaking wet. So much for not wanting us to screw her, eh?" They chortle together. "How's her head?"

"Good," says the guard, in a grunt. "Though she's not doing much." This is true. Because I'm tied down, my range of movement is rather limited, and so he's thrusting up and down into my mouth, fucking my face. I have no leeway downwards, because the table is under my head; my only direction of movement is up.

"I see," says the Emperor, examining the position we're in. "You enjoying it, though?"

"Yeah," says the guard, with another grunt. "What's the rule here, m'lord? Swallow?"

"She doesn't have to," says the Emperor carelessly, inserting another finger into my pussy. Little stars shoot across my eyes, which are closed against the sight of the guard's balls and rectum. He's beginning to tremble, and his hands squeezing my tits and rather convulsive. "You can cum on her, if you like."

"You - won't mind?" asks the guard, thrusting deep down into my mouth. Breathe through the nose, breathe through the nose.

"Not at all," says the Emperor. What they're saying is little better than nonsense - my mind is rather occupied by the two fingers and thumb that are slipping and sliding between my legs. The Emperor's other hand is slipping between my body and the table, stroking my sore buttocks.

The guard's pumping becomes feverish and quick, and then he pulls out of me, and begins pulling on his dick. "Open your mouth, slut," he commands. My mouth is already hanging open because of the absolutely amazing sensations in my pussy - three fingers now, the next best thing is a penis.

Suddenly there's a gush of warm, wet liquid that lands on my chin and dribbles down along my cheeks. "Yesss," hisses the guard.

At about the same time I feel my vaginal muscles starting to clench and unclench in preparation for an orgasm. The Emperor feels it too. "She's close to coming," he says to the guard. "Untie her."

The Emperor somehow manages to keep a finger inside me and a hand on my nipple as the guard unties me and hands me over to the Emperor, who tosses me down onto the floor on my back, and clambers on top of me.

He grabs my waist and impales me on his cock, then begins fucking me. I scrabble at his shoulders, but he holds my wrists down against the floor.

"Come on," he hisses. "You want to come, don't you, little slut? You're so close, I can feel you tensing, and squeezing - no matter how much you struggle, you like this, don't you? You want to be fucked, you want to be punished and held down and screwed, don't you?"

His words send me over the edge, and I scream as he pounds into me. "Yes, yes yes! YES! Fuck me, yes, fuck me, oh, yesssssss...."

But he's not done - his penis is still in me, hard as a rock. "I could make you suck me off," he says thoughtfully.

"Please, master," I say, "please, fuck me - I want to feel you come inside me, master, I want to have your seed spilling into me... pin me down, please, master, and fuck me..."

Instead, the Emperor holds me around the waist and swivels my legs up and around his head so that we're in doggy-style position, me on my hands and knees, him penetrating me from the back. "You like it doggy-style, slut? Like having me behind you?"

"Nnnggg," I say.

"Guard," The Emperor says, as he adjusts his massive length in my pussy, "you want another blow job?"

"Sure," says the guard, who's been watching and fiddling with his dick, which is already half-hard.

"Or you want her other hole?"

"Nah, I'll take the mouth again, m'lord. Thanks very much." And again, I have the guard's penis in my mouth, but this time I have the movement of my head. I take his length in my mouth, release it, and fall into a rhythm with the man holding my waist in one hand and reaching over to finger my clitoris with his other. As he plunges into me, I'm pushed forward into the guard's dick. As he pulls out, I back away.

But it's not particularly a conscious action. My nerves have definitely had enough, and are exploding. I scream and buck against the Emperor behind me, my mouth occupied with the guard's penis, now hard. I'm coming like mad, every muscle rippling and clenching. The guard grabs my head and pulls it closer to his penis. I cry with sensation and some overarching sexual energy.

It seems that we're in this position forever - the Emperor fucking me from behind, alternately doing my breasts and my clitoris, the guard holding my head for his second blow job, the cum from his first not quite dry - when the Emperor stops paying attention to my breasts and clitories and begins spanking me again, with his hand.

I scream. He's spanking me hard, every time he pulls back and has room to reach. The guard is hovering on the edge, what with the girl sucking his dick for the second time, and the girl being fucked in front of him, and the girl being spanking in front of him, and I begin sucking and licking in earnest.

It's enough. He grunts and pulls my face right up to his crotch, and I feel his cum shooting down my throat. I swallow it, every last drop, and the guard pulls out and sinks to his knees to watch the Emperor.

The Emperor shifts me again, so that I'm on top of him, his hands around my waist, moving me up and down on his cock. I feel an awful lot like one of those maraschino cherries on toothpicks you find at cocktail parties. The Emperor is saying something to the guard, but I can't really hear it because my ears are buzzing with blood, and I'm moaning and grunting and groaning and crying and saying, "Please, please, no more! Please, fuck me and come, I can't take any more! Oh, please, master, please..."

Then I learn what the Emperor asked the guard, because something leather lands on my buttocks. It's the riding crop. And he's speaking.

"The Master told me to punish you," he says. "He says you're a naughty slut who deserves quite a lot of punishing."

Below me, the Emperor says, "Aren't you, little Mina? Aren't you just a naughtly little slut?"

"Yes!" I cry. "Yes, I'm a naughty little slut!"

"What are you supposed to call me?" he roars. "Give her ten!"

I'm past the point of coming, I'm just being pulled along by a wave of nerves.

"And thank him for them!"

"Yes, master," I gasp. The crop whistles through the air and lands on my ass. "One, thank you, sir," I whimper. "Two, thank you, sir."

Crack, crack. The riding crop slides around on my buttocks, in imitation of a caress. My ass is moving up and down as the Emperor pushes and pulls me along his massive cock. Sometimes the riding crop lands lightly; sometimes it lands extra hard.

"Five, thank you, sir.

"Six, thank you, sir."

Crack.

I whimper. "Seven, thank you, sir," I mumble. It's very hard to think right now, to keep track of the spankings.

"I didn't hear you!" roars the guard, and lands a hard one on my left cheek.

"Seven!" I gasp. "Thank you, sir!"

Crack.

"Eight, thank you, sir!"

Slither, caress, fucking up and down and my breasts bobbling.

Crack.

"Nine, thank you, sir!" My voice cracks.

There's a long break in the spanking; the Emperor slows down his tempo.

"Let her down," he says. "I want to squeeze one more orgasm out of her."

Oh, God. I don't think I can come anymore.

"So I should wait, m'Lord?" says the guard.

The Emperor thinks for a minute. "No, land it whenever you feel."

"Yes, sir."

The riding crop slithers along my buttocks, into my crack, and along my thighs - it slaps tentatively at the soft flesh between my legs. The Emperor is lifting me up and down, slowly, ever so slowly and carefully, so I can feel every single vein on his cock. I'm coming down all right, but not very far, and not for very long.

"You want to cum again," he whispers to me. I whimper. Something's building in my stomach. "You want to have another orgasm, you're going to have another orgasm, you can feel it coming, just around the bend, it's so close, isn't it, so close, so very close you can almost touch it - you like being impaled on my cock, don't you?" I moan. "You're finally being fucked by me, fucked properly, just like you want it, and you're enjoying it, aren't you? one man in you and another one outside of you - you like that, don't you, you little slut-"

CRACK.

"Aaagggggoooowwwww!!!!!" I scream. The orgasm comes out of nowhere, pulling and stretching me and making the world go blank. I'm barely aware of the Emperor pushing into me as far as he goes and grunting and groaning and squirting into me. I'm wracked with convulsions for what feels like an eternity, screaming and screaming wordlessly. I think the guard is still having at my ass, though I can't really swear to anything at the moment.

Eventually I arrive back down to the earth, and the Emperor is underneath me, grinning like a maniac. He pulls me off and sets me gently beside him.

"Pretty good first day, eh?" he says.

I laugh weakly, and let my head fall back in exhaustion.

TBC

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