Unknown - Gwen gets beaten

I returned to the house to find little sis just where I'd left her. She was sweating a bit, and her pussy was sopping wet when I slid a finger into it.

I took a vibrator from one of the bags and slid it back and forth across her slit, then jammed it up inside her. Gwen moaned as it slid deeply into her, but didn't protest. There was a little chain on the end of it, which I hooked around the rope that circled her waist to keep the vibrator from siding out. After turning it on I turned away and unloaded some of my stuff into the drawers of the worktable, carefully taking off the packaging, tags, etc, then storing them for ready use.

I had gotten a bunch of heavy eyelets, which I screwed into the ceiling beams, as well as into a pair of support beams, and into the wall in appropriate places.

I went back to the car and unloaded several boxes of mirror tiles, then scrubbed down a corner of the basement and started laying them against the walls.

Gwen was moaning behind me, trying to hump and grind her hips as the vibrator made her pussy burn. I ignored her as I laid the mirror tiles, each about two feet long by a foot wide, along the wall from floor to near the roof.

When I was done I smiled at myself, pleased, then went back for Gwen. She groaned weakly, and I knew she'd come at least once or twice. I'd heard her gurgling, after all. I could see her juices oozing out of her taut pussy lips and trickling along her thighs.

"Getting off on it, slut?" I asked, pulling her head up and back by the hair.

"Yesss," she gasped. "Ohhhh."

"Slut."

I pulled the vibrator out, ignoring her moan of protest, then preceded to untie and unwrap her. She swayed and almost fell when the ropes were finally all off, but I steadied her, then brought her over to the work table.

She stood there with wide eyes and hard nipples as I slid heavy, padded leather restraints around her wrists and ankles, buckled them in place, and used little padlocks to lock them in place.

She gave a little gasp when I lifted out a thick padded leather collar and slipped it around her throat, but didn't try to resist. I buckled it in place and locked it too, then pulled out a thin cane and ordered her to her knees.

She sank down quickly, trembling a little as she eyed the cane.

"Now, slut meat, you're going to learn discipline, and you're going to learn it fast. You will obey me utterly! You are my dog. Got that? My little fuck dog! When I give an order you do it instantly, or else. You understand?"

"Y… yes, Michael," she gulped.

"Get down on all fours, slut."

She obeyed, looking up at me anxiously.

"Now there's the best position for a little fuck toy," I sneered. "On all fours like a bitch in heat, her tits hanging down like udders. Think I should milk you, slut?"

I prodded her breasts with the end of the cane and she moaned and shook.

"Now, slut. Crawl. Crawl like the whore you are."

I gave her ass a light snap of the cane and she moaned again and crawled slowly forward.

"Faster, whore."

I snapped the cane across her rump again and she crawled faster.

"Dirty little fuck toy," I said, snapping the cane down on her rump as I followed her around the basement.

She wouldn't go very fast, saying it hurt her knees. But swinging the cane down on her buttocks harder changed her mind quickly, and I had her moving at a good pace, keeping behind her, snapping the cane down whenever she slowed.

Finally she collapsed, gasping for breath, red faced.

"Cheap little cunt," I said, slashing the cane across her ass. "Get moving, you whore."

"I… I… I… ca… ca… can't," she gasped, chest heaving.

"We'll see about that, slut."

I grabbed her thick, now tangled hair and yanked up. She screamed in pain, but scrambled to her knees, then her feet as I lifted up. She sobbed in pain, grabbing at my wrist, but I dragged her backwards into the corner.

There I lifted her arms up and clipped the chains I'd hung from the ceiling to her wrists so they were wide apart and high over her head. She was able to stand easily, but that would change.

I slipped a thin chain belt, around her waist, then got another vibrator. This was a larger one and had an AC adapter. I slowly worked it up into her tight box as she groaned in pleasure, staring at herself in the mirrors.

I clipped the base of it to the chain around her waist, then plugged it in and she arched her back like a cat, moaning in heat and delight.

I then pulled her trim ankles apart one by one, spreading them and chaining the restraints to a beam on one side and the wall on the other. Now she was absolutely stretched out, her back completely straight. Spreading her legs had her to the point that if she didn't keep her toes stretched completely straight she'd be hanging by her wrists.

"Now I'm going to punish you for being such a disobedient little whore," I said, standing in front of her and cupping her breasts.

She only moaned softly and rolled her head back. She was starting to grind her hips and I smirked in delight at how responsive she was.

I went to the table and got a pair of clamps, then attached sixteen ounce weights to each and came back to her. I slid one of the clamps around her hard right nipple and slowly tightened the screw.

At first she almost ignored it, then she gasped and looked down as it bit into her nipple. She started whimpering and jerking in pain.

"Ohhh! OOooooo! Don't!" she gasped. "Owww! Michael! Stop it!"

I gave it another turn and she writhed in pain, moaning, her eyes tearing.

I grinned then and let it go. The weight pulled down on her nipple and she gasped anew, staring at it, whimpering.

I produced the second clamp and slid it around her other nipple, tightening it too.

"Nooo! Michael! Please! I'll be good," she promised. "I will."

"You are a dirty little whore," I said. "And you need to be punished. If you aren't punished you'll feel guilty. We don't want you feeling guilty."

"But I… owwww. OOWwwwww! God! OOohhh!"

I tightened it, screwing it into her nipples, crushing it between the two sides, then letting the weight drop down to tug at it.

I gave her a few minutes to adapt to it, for her nipples to stop burning quite so badly. I stroked her body with my hands, caressing her soft skin. I rubbed at her clit, pressing it down against the thick vibrator sticking out between her tight pussy lips.

She started moaning in pleasure again, grinding her hips against my fingers.

I slid my hands up against her cheeks and lifted her head so I could stare down into her eyes.

"Do you know what I want you to do now, slut?"

"N… N… Noo," she gulped.

"I want you to beg me to fuck you in the ass."

She stopped breathing, and her jaw dropped as she gaped at me. I smiled in return, backing up and removing my shirt. She went on staring as I stripped off my shoes and pants and fisted my cock meat.

"Well, slut. Come on. Beg for it!"

"You… you can't!" she gasped.

"Sure I can."

"It's… dirty! It's… sick! I won't let you!"

I laughed at her and she flushed and squirmed, pulling at the chains holding her in place.

"Michael! No! If you try I'll… I'll tell mom and dad you raped me!"

"No you won't, because you're going to beg for it."

"I won't!"

"You will."

I went behind her and slid my arms around her, cupping her breasts, lifting them up and squeezing them. She gasped as my hands pressed against the clamps.

I slid a hand down her belly and rubbed at her clit, chewing at the nape of her neck, and she groaned, her ass starting to grind. But then she became aware of my hard cock against her buttocks as she pushed back and she stopped with another gasp.