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Holding On

... several clothes pins, needles, and clamps over her young body. Each was attached to a long rope. The novice pleaded. "No, No, Please let me go! I'll do anything! Please, not my breasts! Not my vagina! I'll be good!" Master smiled. Slave 45 slapped her pretty face. I got wet. Master had a look of lust. I knew that look. Master had something terribly wonderful in mind for the sweet princess. Master had a large weight suspended from a pulley. The other end of the rope had a Butt plug connected to it. I could only imagine what he had in store. Master walked over to me. He slapped my tits, over and over again. I smiled. The pain was wonderful. "Fucking whore!", he said genlty, "help me torture this young nymph!" "Yes my Master. Please let me hurt her for your pleasure." Master slapped my pussy. I held back. Master gestured. I came. Master went to work attaching many clothes pins, and clamps on me as well. Clamps on my tits. Clothes pins down my front. Clamp on my clit. I was in heaven, it hurt so much. Master strung a small rope through all the clamps and clothes pins. "Sweet little cunt whore,", he said, "I will put this plug in your ass. You will not release it until I say!" "Yes Master. Thank-you Master!", I meekly replied. The pricess screamed. Slave 45 was having a good time slapping the young thing. Master gestured, and SLave 45 quickly stood before his Lord. Master kicked him in the balls. SLave 45 bent over in pain. Master gestured again. SLave 45 returned to his cage, ...

... limping and cumming on the floor. Master turned to me. He swiftly shoved the plug up my ass. I felt the weight on the other end pulling the plug. I tightened my mustles to keep the plug from moving. I did not want to dissapoint Master. "Hold it in, slut!", he growled. Master quickly attached the rope connecting my clamps through a pulley to the weight. He pulled it tight so I would feel every move of the butt plug. Master attached the rope from the princess through another pulley to the weight in the same manor. The girl screamed. Master smiled. I smiled. We both filled with lust. He from the power of control. Me from the power of submission. Master went to the screaming girl. He gently kissed her on the lips. The girl turned away. Master squeezed her left breast, being careful not to release the clamps for the moment. Terror filled the girl's eyes. She beagan to tremble. To fight against the many torture devices on her tender skin. "Deep Hole,", Master said to the girl, "Scream as loud as you wish. Fight as hard as you can. You will only increase the pain." Deep Hole increased her efforts. The restraints held tight. She broke down in frustration. "Now, now, little slut,", Master said mockingly, "You are mine. I am your Lord. I am your Master. You will Live only to please me!" Deep Hole struggled more. Suddenly she stopped, as if she realized the futility of her efforts. She cried. She sobbed. All hope was lost. I was filled with lust. Every inch of my body was wet. I struggled ...