Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
JOURNEY OF A PAIN SLUT - ACT 2 Chapter 9
Opening the door to our hotel room I went back inside. My Little Girl looked up at me from her position on the floor. She was on her knees, on the floor in front of the bed, but her body was raised. Each ankle was tied with rope from my bag to one of the bed legs and pulled wide leaving her thighs spread wide.
She was raised up because her wrists, still chafed from yesterday, now had rope bound tightly around them once more as her arms were pulled high above her head, before the binding had been tied off around one of the oak beams that decorated this ‘Superior’ room.
She looked beautiful, wide eyed and expectant.
‘Hurt me’ she had said, and hurt her I would.
Her position was anything but comfortable but it meant that there would be no additional pressure on any part of her body that had been so badly abused the day before. It also allowed free access to the two areas that had not really been touched yesterday, her pussy, which only bore the red marks of the whip from that first session … and her very pretty face!
“I have these for you Little Girl,” as I returned, I held up a small plastic, see-through bag of small stones that I had collected from the hotel car park. She cocked her head in slight confusion … confusion that turned to concern, as I loosened the rope to pull her knees away from the floor and leave her in a position of even greater discomfort.
“Fuckkkkk!” she groaned as her shoulders began to take more weight, but her attention became distracted when I brought out a towel and placed it under her knees and then spread the stones out over it.
“Oh no, no, no …” she gasped as once more I lowered her body until she knelt on the stones, her own weight now pressing her knees painfully into their sharp edges.
I laughed and stood before her, her face at my waist height as she knelt once more before me.
Without warning I slapped her hard. Once, open palmed across the cheek.
Her neck twisted, her head spinning to one side, until I immediately slapped her, back handed this time, back in the opposite direction.
“Owwww, owwwwww!” she cried out delightfully. I grinned as I set to work. Slapping her repeatedly across the same cheek until tears streamed down her face. Then I focused on the opposite cheek until her entire lovely face was ablaze with red hand marks and my Little Girl was sobbing uncontrollably.
“Thank me!” I ordered with gruff assertion.
Slowly she looked at me through tear misted eyes and said those words.
“Th … thank you for sl … slapping me …” I nodded and grinned.
Kneeling before her I looked into her face, holding her gaze as my hand moved down to cup between the wide aperture at her the juncture of her spread thighs.
A quick downward glance showed me how hard it was for her to balance on the stones, her own weight, slender though she was, now having flattened her knees to the floor with the stone digging upwards deep into her flesh and bone.
Then I began to massage her pussy. Not penetrating her, not yet, just running my index finger slowly along the full length of her slit until it began to moisten and open up for me.
“Is that good my little Pain Slut?” I asked.
She nodded as her body began to tremble.
I laughed and slid a finger deep inside her, parting her soft labia, using my thumb to massage her blood-engorged clit at the same time.
“Ohhh please, please … fuck!”
“You wanna cum slut?”
“Y … yes please, oh fuck please …” A new level of desperation had been reached now that a second finger had joined my first inside her soaking wet cunt.
Laughing I pulled out of her and, standing, my erection at the level of her face I pushed my fingers into her mouth.
“Open up Little Girl, suck them dry.”
And she did just that, the feel of her tongue, working hard to comply with my instructions.
Pulling the digits free I moved across to my bag and
removed a small plastic container which I opened in front of the girl to reveal several long sharp needles, all thin but solid.
My Little Girl drew in a sharp breath clearly realising that these needles were destined for her body, somewhere, somehow.
Grinning but saying nothing, I poured a little antiseptic gel into the palm of my hand and knelt before her again so that I could massage the gel over, around and inside her pussy lips.
Now she knew what my intentions were … kind of.
The first of the needles was scratched lightly over the surface of her mound, before I took the fleshy part of her left labia, just under her clit, and pushed the needle hard into her pussy lips.
My Little Girl screamed as the first of the needles entered her body, and taking the opposite lip I had the needle continue its journey pulling together her pussy lips.
She screamed again as droplets of blood appeared at each entry/exit point, which I wiped away with the gel smeared onto a cotton wool pad.
I laughed and retrieved the ball-gag.
“Open wide slut,” I commanded, “We can’t have you waking the rest of the hotel.”
She did as instructed, and I secured the ball-gag tightly around her head.
A second needle was pushed in about a centimetre below the first in the same way and then a third below that. My Little Girl was screaming incessantly into the gag, the pain quite extreme as intended.
Leaving a slightly larger space after the last needle, the fourth needle was forced through one side of her labia and out the other side, piercing them both through and holding her pussy closed.
Standing to admire my work, after wiping away the small blood droplets, I took a pair of pliers and bent each needle into a hoop to prevent their removal or slippage.
She was gasping now, her chest heaving and head dropped onto her chest.
“You remember this Little Girl?” I held the small egg vibe in front of her face.”
Her eyes closed and the sigh was clearly audible, even from under the gag.
I laughed and pushed the vibe inside her cunt, deep inside, knowing that it could not come loose due to the needles piercing her pussy lips, holding the moist slit closed.
“Okay my slut, I’m heading down for breakfast. I won’t be long, well not too long anyway. Don’t worry I will bring you something back with me,” I chuckled.
With her eyes desperately wide, kneeling on small stones, her pussy held closed with sharp needles, I switched the vibe onto full speed, and immediately her groans were muffled by the gag as the penetrative little egg commenced its relentlessly, stimulating task.
I placed the remote in my pocket, put the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door, and left the room.
Opening the door to our hotel room I went back inside. My Little Girl looked up at me from her position on the floor. She was on her knees, on the floor in front of the bed, but her body was raised. Each ankle was tied with rope from my bag to one of the bed legs and pulled wide leaving her thighs spread wide.
She was raised up because her wrists, still chafed from yesterday, now had rope bound tightly around them once more as her arms were pulled high above her head, before the binding had been tied off around one of the oak beams that decorated this ‘Superior’ room.
She looked beautiful, wide eyed and expectant.
‘Hurt me’ she had said, and hurt her I would.
Her position was anything but comfortable but it meant that there would be no additional pressure on any part of her body that had been so badly abused the day before. It also allowed free access to the two areas that had not really been touched yesterday, her pussy, which only bore the red marks of the whip from that first session … and her very pretty face!
“I have these for you Little Girl,” as I returned, I held up a small plastic, see-through bag of small stones that I had collected from the hotel car park. She cocked her head in slight confusion … confusion that turned to concern, as I loosened the rope to pull her knees away from the floor and leave her in a position of even greater discomfort.
“Fuckkkkk!” she groaned as her shoulders began to take more weight, but her attention became distracted when I brought out a towel and placed it under her knees and then spread the stones out over it.
“Oh no, no, no …” she gasped as once more I lowered her body until she knelt on the stones, her own weight now pressing her knees painfully into their sharp edges.
I laughed and stood before her, her face at my waist height as she knelt once more before me.
Without warning I slapped her hard. Once, open palmed across the cheek.
Her neck twisted, her head spinning to one side, until I immediately slapped her, back handed this time, back in the opposite direction.
“Owwww, owwwwww!” she cried out delightfully. I grinned as I set to work. Slapping her repeatedly across the same cheek until tears streamed down her face. Then I focused on the opposite cheek until her entire lovely face was ablaze with red hand marks and my Little Girl was sobbing uncontrollably.
“Thank me!” I ordered with gruff assertion.
Slowly she looked at me through tear misted eyes and said those words.
“Th … thank you for sl … slapping me …” I nodded and grinned.
Kneeling before her I looked into her face, holding her gaze as my hand moved down to cup between the wide aperture at her the juncture of her spread thighs.
A quick downward glance showed me how hard it was for her to balance on the stones, her own weight, slender though she was, now having flattened her knees to the floor with the stone digging upwards deep into her flesh and bone.
Then I began to massage her pussy. Not penetrating her, not yet, just running my index finger slowly along the full length of her slit until it began to moisten and open up for me.
“Is that good my little Pain Slut?” I asked.
She nodded as her body began to tremble.
I laughed and slid a finger deep inside her, parting her soft labia, using my thumb to massage her blood-engorged clit at the same time.
“Ohhh please, please … fuck!”
“You wanna cum slut?”
“Y … yes please, oh fuck please …” A new level of desperation had been reached now that a second finger had joined my first inside her soaking wet cunt.
Laughing I pulled out of her and, standing, my erection at the level of her face I pushed my fingers into her mouth.
“Open up Little Girl, suck them dry.”
And she did just that, the feel of her tongue, working hard to comply with my instructions.
Pulling the digits free I moved across to my bag and
removed a small plastic container which I opened in front of the girl to reveal several long sharp needles, all thin but solid.
My Little Girl drew in a sharp breath clearly realising that these needles were destined for her body, somewhere, somehow.
Grinning but saying nothing, I poured a little antiseptic gel into the palm of my hand and knelt before her again so that I could massage the gel over, around and inside her pussy lips.
Now she knew what my intentions were … kind of.
The first of the needles was scratched lightly over the surface of her mound, before I took the fleshy part of her left labia, just under her clit, and pushed the needle hard into her pussy lips.
My Little Girl screamed as the first of the needles entered her body, and taking the opposite lip I had the needle continue its journey pulling together her pussy lips.
She screamed again as droplets of blood appeared at each entry/exit point, which I wiped away with the gel smeared onto a cotton wool pad.
I laughed and retrieved the ball-gag.
“Open wide slut,” I commanded, “We can’t have you waking the rest of the hotel.”
She did as instructed, and I secured the ball-gag tightly around her head.
A second needle was pushed in about a centimetre below the first in the same way and then a third below that. My Little Girl was screaming incessantly into the gag, the pain quite extreme as intended.
Leaving a slightly larger space after the last needle, the fourth needle was forced through one side of her labia and out the other side, piercing them both through and holding her pussy closed.
Standing to admire my work, after wiping away the small blood droplets, I took a pair of pliers and bent each needle into a hoop to prevent their removal or slippage.
She was gasping now, her chest heaving and head dropped onto her chest.
“You remember this Little Girl?” I held the small egg vibe in front of her face.”
Her eyes closed and the sigh was clearly audible, even from under the gag.
I laughed and pushed the vibe inside her cunt, deep inside, knowing that it could not come loose due to the needles piercing her pussy lips, holding the moist slit closed.
“Okay my slut, I’m heading down for breakfast. I won’t be long, well not too long anyway. Don’t worry I will bring you something back with me,” I chuckled.
With her eyes desperately wide, kneeling on small stones, her pussy held closed with sharp needles, I switched the vibe onto full speed, and immediately her groans were muffled by the gag as the penetrative little egg commenced its relentlessly, stimulating task.
I placed the remote in my pocket, put the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door, and left the room.
