My Name is Mud

Shit what did I do? I’m screwed no matter what I say, oh well, how bad can it be? I turned to face him. My eyes flashed when I met his. “Yes.”

Eric’s mouth spreads into a wide grin, and I think what the hell have I gotten myself into.

“Elena, please come here and watch the little whore for me.” Eric calls out and Elena enters my sight.

“What did it do now?” Elena asks, curious.

Eric grinned and answered her as he went to the chest in the living area. “She made the mistake of daring and accepting punishment.” I can’t see what he gets because of the partitioned wall, and not knowing scares me more.

In my ear I hear Elena whisper, “Stupid slut, just when we were giving you a break.” And then she giggled, high pitched and enthusiastic. God she’s sick.

Elena pushes all the dishes I’ve already washed back into the sink. “You lazy whore, you haven’t even started the dishes!” Eric says as he comes back. He clips short chains to each of my nipple rings and puts the end in my mouth. “You will grasp them in your teeth, and pull them tight, whore.”

The chains are barely long enough to reach my lips, it’s a painful stretch to my teeth, my nipples and breasts are pulled tight, and instantly sore. High pitched scraping reaches my ears, but it’s the sound of the table moving so that there is room behind and to the side of me for both Eric and Elena to stand comfortably. Elena has a cat o’ nine tails in her hand, the leather tails whistle through the air with sudden movement and I feel the leather curl around and caress my ass as it stings me. “The dishes, slut.” Elena annunciates each word with a hard strike.

I reach out a hand to turn the water on, and draw it back as the leather strikes at my hand. “If will never get done if you don’t start, whore.” Elena assaults my hard ass again, I know my ass is red and almost welted already. The silver ware keeps slipping in my hands and I can’t wash. “Lazy slut! Get to work!” She yells at me as she continues lashing my ass. It is welted now, it must be, because her attention turns to my toned arms, my flat stomach, the underside of my taut breasts, with each strike I draw in sharp breath and grit my teeth, so I am constantly pulling harder on the chains. I breathe and try to concentrate on the dishes. But then I feel the leather lick at my clit, and I moan loudly. At first I recoil from the hits, but soon my hips rise to meet the leather tails, my entire pussy is being assaulted, and it’s throbbing in pain, but still I get wet.

I’ve managed to wash half the dishes when I feel Eric behind me, he’s naked. “I don’t believe I have had your ass yet, my dear whore. And Elena has warmed it for me quite well.” Elena has started thrashing my stomach again. “Although, first I need some lube.” On the last word he thrusts deep into my dripping hole. I moan as he fills me up, I want him to stay in me, thrusting into me, but just as quickly he pulls out. I feel his hand part my ass cheeks. “You’d best relax whore.” He whispers in my ear. I feel the head of his penis as my ass hole. I’ve only had anal sex a handful of times. It hurts so bad as he enters me. He stretches me impossibly wide. I bite hard and I try to think about the pain in my breasts instead, but it’s impossible. Tears flood my eyes and I feel like I can’t move, pathetic sounding whimpers escape my lips. All of Eric is in my ass now. “Considering what a whore you are, I’m surprised your ass is so tight, but it’s all the better for me.” He’s thrusting in and out of me now. The constant pressure against my red ass keeps fresh tears in my eyes. My shaking hands seek out more dishes, and the cat o’ nine tails has made my entire torso a flushed red.

“Keep washing those dishes slut!” Elena barks at me as the leather laps at my skin.
“I-I’ve finished them, Ma’am.” I stammer though my teeth still hold the chains.
Her brown eyes sparkle, “Have you now, slut?”
“Yes, Ma’am.” I manage to answer more smoothly having gotten used to Eric in me, and starting to enjoy it.

Elena undoes her pants and lets them fall to the ground. She perches on the edge of the counter, balanced to not fall back into the sink, “Then you will now wash me with that pretty mouth of yours.” She takes the two chains in her own hand and pulls me forward by my breasts. “You may hold onto the counter to support yourself slut.”

I manage to spread my legs and lean forward for balance, and my hands grasped the counter. Elena’s legs spread and drape over my shoulders. Her hot thighs are tight around my head. Her shaved pussy in my face. I started by sucking and licking her nether lips. She told me to clean her after all, and she was wet. Her sour pussy juices were thick, and musky. I lapped at her hungrily, the way I wanted to be. After a few I minutes I was lavishing all my attention on her clit. Suddenly I felt her hand on the back of my head and her other was thrashing my back, she had, thankfully, let go of my breasts for now. “Eric fucking you in the ass will not affect you pleasing me, you lazy little slut!” I heard Eric’s laughter ringing in my ears. Instead of bracing myself by the counter I wrapped my arms around Elena’s slender waist, I hope this would be alright. My tongue was darting in and out of her pussy now, and all I heard was her moaning, even as she occasionally whipped my back.

Eric grasped my hips tight against him as he came. I felt his full weight on my lower back as he rested and I almost lost my footing, but instinct made me catch myself. After a few moments he pulled out of my ass, but he immediately thrust a butt plug in me. Eric seemed to have left us alone since I didn’t feel him behind me anymore. After a few minutes Elena gripped my head against her pussy and her juices coated my face, my tongue worked in a frenzy trying to lap up all of her juices.

Elena leaned back, able to rest a few moments and get her bearings, but not me. Eric appeared again, he had just put his pants back on. He took the chains hanging from my nipples and led me back to the “living area.” A chair had been placed in the middle of the floor. It had a head rest and the back was curved to conform to the spine. It didn’t have any armrests, and resembled a computer chair. I regarded it skeptically, with a great amount of suspicion. Eric had me sit in it. I looked down and noticed a drain, I was a little scared now, but tried to keep my mind blank.

He loosely cuffed my arms behind me, my muscled weren’t stretched or kept in an awkward position. I turned and I saw Elena fiddling with the faucet, I was just confused now. As Eric cuffed my ankles into a spreader bar as he explained, “The chair fully supports your body, and you’re bound loose, this is all meant for long-term restraint.” Elena entered my line of sight and flashed that smile I had come to loathe, she strapped a ball gag in place. Next she tilted my head back, only about 45 degrees, just enough so that I couldn’t see what Eric was doing on the ground. She strapped my forehead against the headrest. Around my thighs I felt thin leather straps being buckled, I didn’t know what they were for until I felt my labia being clipped and held open. But for the most part, I was comfortable, and that’s what scared me more than anything.

Above me in the ceiling I saw a red lamp, a heat lamp, as if my thought triggered it, I heard the humming as it was turned on. I didn’t feel the effects at first, but after awhile, what seemed to me forever, but most likely only five minutes, I started to feel hot and begin to sweat. Okay, heat, this isn’t too bad, I can handle this.

A stream of pressurized freezing cold water hit my clitoris. A high pitched scream escaped my lips. It only lasted for a few seconds, but my entire body tingled, chills ran rampant through my body and whimpers and pants escaped my lips, barely muffled by the ball gag. It took me a few minutes to regain control of myself and calm down, but then a short series of water hit me again. Tears came to my eyes this time, it seemed too much to handle.

I got my breath back and tried to brace myself for the next water assault. But it didn’t happen. Instead, I felt the heat, and I started to sweat. I felt the water dripping off my legs, the heat warmed the water and I felt even stickier. I had closed my eyes trying to concentrate. But then the water hit me, and they popped open, but it was still dark, the lights had been shut off. This time the water wasn’t just for a few seconds, it seemed to go on forever, but really only a minute. But when you’re bound and can’t get away, you’re perception of time completely changes. I was suffering sensory overload. I don’t know how long this cycle went on for. There was no set time for how long I would be assaulted by water, or how long my time between would be. After awhile I was lulled into thinking there wouldn’t be anymore water, and then it would come, freezing and cold against me. I make it seem like it was awful, and yes it was at first, and then it was even worse, but for a different reason. The water hit my clit, and it was a total surprise, but then when it would last longer, I would feel myself get wet from my vagina, and I didn’t want the water to stop, my body would adapt to the cold water, but not to being pleasured, I wanted it to go on, until I could orgasm. But it would always seem to stop short of that. After the initial shock and screams, I would moan, and then after I would shriek in indignation. It was true torture, because then I would feel parched in the heat lamp.

“Poor little whore” Eric mocked in my ear, he was stroking my hair.
Elena was there too, I felt her nails on my skin. “This wasn’t what you bargained for was it?” She pointlessly asked me. “Well, we aren’t letting you out yet, you little slut, but I’ll pity you.” I felt the clips let go of my labia. I was shielded somewhat now, but I cried in thanks. I said it against the gag, it came out as a high pitched and hysterical ‘ank oo.’

“Are you thirsty whore?” Eric asked me gently.
My eyes went wide darting to him, but I made an assenting sound. I saw a glass of water, and he slowly poured it over the ball gag. The ball gag stretched my mouth, but I still had control of my throat, and so I was able to swallow.

I couldn’t see them, but I knew they were close by.
After awhile I started to feel cold water falling on my breasts, in fat drops. It was also a slow thing, and surprising me each time. I gasped especially hard when they fell directly on my nipples. They hardened instantly. But then the heat of my body heated the water, and it felt thick and sticky as it rolled down my body.

The cold water felt less cold, less pressurized, it may have been because my labia shielded me now, now but I still felt it, and I still cried out.

I struggled against my bonds. It infuriated me that they were loose, it made me think that maybe I could slip my hands loose, be able to move my arms and get away. I screamed from the cold water, electrifying my hot body, making me aware of all parts of myself. I screamed trying to get away, and then I cried, I wanted to beg, to say I’d do anything if I could just get away. And as if by thought the gag was released.

No one told me I could speak, but I couldn’t control myself, “Oh God please! Stop! Stop please! I’ll be good, I swear, I’ll do whatever you want! Just please, please stop!” I begged like this for some time, I cried harder.

I felt the water against my clit, it was stronger than before, and the water falling on my nipples fell at a constant, there was no escape. I begged for it not to stop that time, I heard Elena say in my ear, “The water won’t stop this time, you’re allowed to come you little slut.”

I felt more relief than pleasure when I felt my body finally shudder in release. I was utterly exhausted. I was only barely aware of being unbound. It took me a long time to get a hold of myself, and blessedly, Eric and Elena let me. I stood eventually and stretched. I saw Eric in front of me and before thinking, I fell to my knees and kissed his feet.

“That’s a good girl.” I heard him say above me, as if I were a pet. He took the wet chains hanging from my nipple rings and led me to the bed. “You may sleep now.”


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I hope I didn't disappoint anyone.