Nathan Silvers - Chained slave wife

"Oh, no!" Sally screamed. "Give it to me! Please, please, you lousy fucking bitch, give it to me!"

By this time, John's cock was hard again, but she wasn't going to point that out. She wanted more pain in her body to send her over the top. She didn't see Cindy take a pair of heavy paper clamps out of a drawer and hand them to John. They were the type with tight metal jaws that could be pulled open with handles to snap onto the sheaves of paper and then snap shut. Sally didn't notice as John lowered them beneath her body and held them open around her thrusting nipples.

"Oh, please," she still moaned. "Please whip me, please give it to…"

Cindy crashed the whip into her ass and John let the paper clamps snap closed over Sally's nipples. Sally's scream echoed through the room. The cruel agony in her tits slammed back to meet the pain throbbing up from her ass where Cindy threw the whip in to meet every thrust of the tortured ass globes.

"Oh, shit! Oh, fuck!"

Then her mouth went down deep on John's hardening cock as Cindy brought her to yet another wild orgasm that sent the whole of her body out of control. She moaned, screamed and sobbed as the whip gave her release. John's rising cock fucked deeper and deeper into her mouth. The terrible pain in her tits sent her into new moans of arousal.

John took the clamps off her tits as his cock got as hard as he wanted it to be. Sally didn't know whether to thank him or plead for more, so she just moaned and sucked at his cock as it fucked into her throat and waited for what he would do next. Slowly, he pulled her head back and smiled into her lust-filled eyes.

"Sit on my cock," he ordered.

He picked her up, carrying bet over to one of the benches, where he lay on his back. Sally slid her cunt onto his prick, fucking it deep into her pussy and falling across his hard body kissing his neck and his face until she reached his mouth. There she stayed, her mouth against his as she promised him that she would be the best little slave, best little wife a man could ever want. She felt his cock get even harder in her cum as she offered herself, and then her voice was cut off by a new scream of exquisite agony as the birch landed across her ass cheeks.

Her pussy muscles tightened around his cock as the pain spread out. She flattened her body closer to him, sending her ass higher with each stroke of the birch. If John's cock had been any softer, Sally's pussy muscles would have squeezed it out of her cunt. She no longer felt the individual beatings of the whip. She was flying higher and higher.

Before she brought John to climax yet again, she had a vibrator rammed into her ass, so he could feel the throbbing length on his cock through the thin wall between her fuck holes. Her ass burned. As John started to shoot into her pussy, he let the paper clamps slam shut on her nipples again, purely to feel the added tightening of her pussy muscles around his cock.

Her body became a sea of pain and she felt the deep orgasms she had never even dreamed she had in her, rising to the surface like monsters, driving her out of her mind. Suddenly she knew she could get whatever she wanted from men, because she could take anything they handed out and still beg for more.

John yelled and fucked his cock deep into her pussy as the final pulses of his climax died away.

Then they took Sally and sat her on Hank's cock, her legs spread wide around him still unable to bend, while Monique held her arms behind her back and Cindy whipped her tits until the paper clamps fell off. Sally screamed endlessly and fucked up and down on Hank's huge hard-on until it shot its load of cum. Then they put her down onto Patrick and again it was her ass that took the whipping as her cunt closed around his fucker. Sally still begged for more even as Patrick loosed his own cum-load, and she screamed in the final vicious beating of the whip and fell across his body, satisfied.

"Shit, man!" said John.

Sally knew the extent of her power for the first time. By this total submission, she had gained the most incredible power over them all. The same kind of power that Sylvia had over Patrick. The same power that Monique, in her quieter way, had over Cindy and Hank.

They, the slaves, could give the masters what they needed, and the masters would give the slaves everything they wanted in exchange for that sense of power. But it was the slaves who had the real power.