Slave Auction

Lord Montebank:

After driving his cock up Lys's ass three hard, times and grinding on her stretched anus each time, he pulls out and gets up extending a hand to each of his slaves.

"Come along my sweet slaves. Master wants to play and gift you both with pain and pleasure."

Once on your feet his hand's use slave's ass cheeks to steer them to the heavy door guarding the Play Room. Lys opens it and all enter.

The lamps have been lit illuminating the bondage appartus and impliments of pain on the walls and shelves.

"Go slaves look around. Touch. Ask questions as they occur to you."
 
Ciors

Ciors enters the room wide eyed. She sees many confirguaryions of pulleys and ropes as well as many apparatus she assumed were used to bind a slave. She was particularly taken with a chair....and a cross.

"Master....what are those?" she asked softly, pointing towards both the chair & cross in turn, walking closer to examine them....
 
Cried out at the grinding and streching before he pulled out. Gave him a pouting look, I sooo wanted to feel him cum deeply in my ass now. Wanted to know what it was like to have hot, thick seed flooding my ass, and enjoy it for once.


Once in the room, and actually looking at everything. Part of me got scared, mostly in remembrance of all the things I had endured. Looking at everything that is possible, yet not knowing exactly, only the feeling was deep. Remebering how the whips felt, some of the positions and more. The tears seemed to fill my eyes, looking at some of the tables.

Kept silent as I looked. Ended back to the bonds he used when I first came here, I had actullay liked that one. I had a small thing for being levitated. It looked easy enough to hang upside with them. I was looking at them more closly, wondering if this was something my previous master used. It almost seemed like it would.
 
Lord Montebank:

"That's a bondage chair. There are various 'attatchments' for the seat and much can be done with one strapped into it.
"The "X" is called a St. Andrew's Cross and is used to hold one in that spread eagled position facing toward or away from it depending on what part of the body is to be tormented front or back."

Seeing Lys looking at the suspension bar and chains, "Tell you sister about your time on it Lys."
 
Lys ~

Hearing his voice brought me back to reality. Luckily he couldn't see my face right then. Fought back the tears, forced a smile. The memories and now with new, real pleasures with a new master was to much. I wanted all the old bad memories gone....

"I... I rather not, M'lord, My feelings are somewhat of astray right now I may say something wrong...... I have something better... Why don't I just show her.... I want to be in it again...Anyway you wish for me to be positioned...... Please M'lord."

Words were somewhat faltered, sounded almost like I was silently crying, though, when I looked at you I was smiling. My teared filled eyes told you more.
 
Lord Montebank:

"Bring Master the wide Bondage Belt from the cabinet Lys. That may be much better than words."

"Ciors you will kneel on display and may play with yourself, but if you release your passion without my consent your pussy and cunt will pay the painful price to beware how far you go in pleasuring yourself."
 
Ciors

"Yes Master," she replied in a soft voice, looking at the suspension bars, captivated and curious as to how they work.

She knelt, her legs spread, back straight and breasts jutting out as her fingers gently teased her nipples, waiting in anticipation to see her sister suspended.
 
Lys~

I truly didn't know if I was ready to be bound this soon, there was a part of me that didn't want to, still didn't trust. Mostly of the memories though. The side of me that did trust him kept me pushing for more, the more trust I had him, the more I would lose these old feelings.

After getting the belt and bringing it to him, standing in front of him with my head lowered, arms down at my side.
Softly whispered,
"I want to forget, I know only you can make that happen. I want to........."
letting my words trail from lips. Knowing what I wanted to say, but not sure how to say it. Placing my hands behind my head to let him put the belt on and do what is needed.
 
Lord Montebank:

A fingertip pushes your head up so he can look into your eyes, "My slave will forget. My Lys will give herself to me fully, totally and completely of her own will as she understands I'm not like that miscreant who harmed you.
"I've told you that I'll hurt you, but not harm you. In time you'll know that's the truth, as you've already begun to learn my Lys."

He kisses you and the puts the belt around your waist and tightens it enough that your waist is an inch or two narrower than usual the tells you to lay on the floor face down and spread eagled.

As you move to obey he walks to the wall and begins turning the crank to lower the apparatus.
 
I smiled at him, at his words.

"I know M'lord, I know you are nothing like him. Just the feelings and ...... It doesn't matter now... What matters is you..M'lord."

Kissed him back with his kiss. Letting a small cry at the tightness of the belt. Dropping to my knees as I slid seductively down on the cold floor. Spreading my arms and legs as you wished.

The sounds the crank made, made my heart pound hard against my chest. At first I jerked alittle, as if I was going to move away, quickly stilled myself once again. I said nothing, I knew his words were true, fighting with myself to trust him fully. Wanting to give everything I am, everything I have to offer, to him and him only.
 
Lord Montebank:

The chest strap is still attatched to it from last time and is pushed under you as you lift up a bit then buckled closed.

Hooks are fastened to rings in the belts, to your wrist and ankle cuffs then he moves to the wall and turns the crank until you're off the floor and at about the height of his crotch.

He get cord from the cabinet and gathers your long hair then ties it again several times with the cord into a long tail that's pulled back until your head is pulled back so your face it up making it and your mouth accessible.
 
Moans contently at being raised. Purrrs began to form deeply at the feel of his hands through my hair. Been sometime since he heard me purr like that, not since the first time he touched my thick hair.

Started to squirm with excitment, feeling the wetness seep between the lips. Whimper alittle as he positions my head to where he wants it, mainly because he wasn't playing with my hair any longer.
 
Lord Montebank:

Now that his Lys is hanging vulnerable and helpless he moves back to a cabinet and returns carrying twine and a small box. He sits on the floor at her waist and teases her hanging tits and nipples the breaks off pieces of cord and ties a loop in the then of two of them.

The loops are maneuvered behind the ends of the barbells on her nipples and tugged to en sure that they are firmly in place. A third cord is tied to the ring in her clit hood, wrapped twice around her clit and pass through the ring again then tugged so the loops tighten and clit and hood are pulled.

The wooden box is opened and he takes out lead weights with holes through them. Two are selected and a cord hanging from each nipple is passed through the hole in the weight and then tied as he holds them up and moves his leg so the weights are supported while a third weight is tied to the twine hanging from her clit.

The two weights on the nipple twine are picked up again and he says, "For my Lys. Receive and accept this gift from your Master slave.

The weights are lifted until they nearly touch her body and dropped. The cords are jerked tight stretching nipples and clit and when the sensations are felt, the sudden jerking, the pulling, the pain she...
 
Lys~

Whimpering and moaning at his every touch, slight jerks ran through my body as he pulls and tugs to make sure everything was snug and properly placed. I couldn't see what he was doing from the position he had my head in. Closing my eyes in anticipation of what he was about to do.

Suddenly his hands left me, made me only whimper more. Nipples were throbbing with slight pain and sensation. Clit was twitching and in some pain, felt like he tied something around it making it dance all the more. Juices seeping onto his hands.

I knew he was back, but he wasn't touching me. just felt the strings tug here and there. After a few moments he spoke.

"Yes, yesssss oh god yess I accept anything you give me." My words were quick with excitement. Wishing I could what he did, then a part of me didn't want to see. Much more exciting without knowing.
The sudden jerk of every overly sensitive nerve was pulled down hard. Any harder felt like they were going to be ripped off. A piercing scream shot throughout the room. Moments passed with me just screaming and panting hard trying to get a grip on myself.

HAnds found the chains that held them, gripping them so very tightly knuckles were turning white. The screaming stopped and turned into heavy gasps for air. I could have sworn that made me release, for I felt wetter, but it was hard to tell.

"OH GODDDD MASSSTER THAT WASSSSS.............AHHHHH YESSSS..... INCREDIBLE.........SO MUCH PAIN..... I love it....alll the pain...... thank you... thank you master for your gift.."

Words were ending in whispers of thank you's. You watched with pleasure as my body keeps jerking against the weights, bringing out more pain as the throb. Hearing my whimpers and cries wanting to scream again, can't seem to catch my breath long enough to do so.
 
Lord Montebank:

His hand slaps one breast and then the other making each jump and bounce and setting the weights to dancing and pulling on the barbells.

He rises and moves to the cabinet again and returns once more to stand behind you, between your spread legs.

A lifelike carved and polished wooden cock is fucked into your open cunt and he stands twisting it in circles as he slides it in and out of your wet and eager opening. A final twist and it's pulled out and slowly, gently worked into your ass until it's buried in it with just a "T" shaped handle that curves to fit into the open cleft of your ass keeping it all from going in.

Then a larger one begins to fuck you again. Deep into your cunt, filling it, stretching it as he says to you, "For my slave, my Lys. Pleasure to add to your pain my slave."

A strap of leather is fastened to the front of the belt chinching your waist and helping to support your weight. It's moulded down your pussy slit, across the base of the larger dildo in your cunt and the smaller one in your ass and then the cord in your hair is moved and tied to it's end.

Now as you move your head you fuck both of the filled holes at the same time giving yourself pleasure and as you move you make the weights bounce and dance giving your nipples and clit pain.
 
Ciors

On the floor Ciors knelt watching this whole ordeal. She was writhing, two fingers driving in and out of her sopping cunt, her other hand alternating between pleasuring her nipples and her clit.

Constant moans and whimpers are falling from her mouth, metting with Lys cries and filling the room with beautiful sounds of sex. Ciors gasps as Master applies the twine & weights and sudders at the thought if what that would be like on her nipples which were sensitive even to the lightest touch.

She was not concerned about her piercings, nothing mattered but watching her sister. Her squirms and cries painted a beautiful and detailed picture before Ciors eyes and she never wanted to stop watching.
 
Lys"

Buckiing the best I could attempting to make the toys go in deeper. Relishing every tingling, painfully, thobbing nerve through my entire body. Every buck made the weight sway below me, forcing out cries and whimpers. I was in heaven. Didn't know if I wanted to scream in pain or writher with pleasure.

No matter what I didn't one would counteract the other. If I moved for pleasure it would bring pain unto my nipples and clit. Hands still gripped the chains that held them, still a death grip on them. Starting to see things in blurs, tears streaming down my cheeks, waves of blackness would come and go. I heard his words, but could not speak. I had to test what he said for myself.

It was true, the slightest movement of my head would drive the toys thrusting in. Brought my head forward as much as possible, moving my head up and down, slowly started to headbang the best I could. Each hard head bang brought more swaying among the wieghts. Causing me to scream into another organsm...
 
Lord Montebank:

His hand caresses Lys's ass as he looks over at his other slave and says just loud enough to be heard over Lys's sounds, "Now Ciors it's time to decorate your nipples and the hood of you nub of pleasure.
"Rise, walk over and kiss your slave sister for soon you'll be adorned as she is and tomorrow, when you've healed, you'll share torment with her.
"Kiss her and squeeze and shake her tits as you do Ciors slave."
 
Ciors

Ciors continued to be entranced by her sisters movements. She prctically licked her lips at the sight odf the toys being harnesed into Lys. She whimpered and bucked as she continued to play with herself.

The feeling of need was coming back. Her pussy was burning and clit throbing. She continued to finger fuck herself now with three fingers and her other hand had one finger inserted in her virginal pucker.

She was panting and moaning and bucking on the floor but she did not want to interupt Master at his play with Lys. She held her orgasm, not sure if he would let her go even if she asked of him
 
This was pure torment and I was loving every second. I couldn't get the toys to fuck into me like I wanted, wanting a deep hard fuck and these things were just a light motion.

With it pulling my hair, I made it pull harder. Whimpering more now, cunt and ass spasmed hard onto the toys, the weights, pulling of my hair.. And not being touched, yet knowing they were watching me. Ok this would be a sheer punishment.

Squirming, writhing hard ongoing orgasms from just the pain, moaning and whimpering. Cried out when he slapped my breast. Bucked up into his hand when caressed my ass.

"yessssssssssssss thisss is more like ittt.......... oh by all the gods and goddess.. yessssssssssssss.........how can I ever thank you m'lord......... mmmmmm did I just die and gone to heaven....."

Muttering random words, while doing the best I could to feed off my new pleasures.
 
Ciors

Ciors heard her Masters command and whimpering she stood. She walked to her suspened sister and kissed her deeply, her tongue flicking out to dance over lys lips.

Ciors hands massaged, caressed and squeezed Lys breasts. She was sure it sent even more pain shooting through them, but her sister liked pain & Ciors was happy to oblige.

Between softer kisses Ciors fingers squeezed harder, her nails digging into the tender flesh as she smiled at her writhing sister.
 
Lord Montebank:

"Now Ciors it's time to adorn your soooo sensitive nipples and your clit hood. Kiss your sister adeiu for now and sit on the chair facing her so she may watch as you're pierced and adorned as she pains and pleasures herself and remember when it and more was do to her."
 
Ciors

Ciors gave her sister one last deep & sensual kiss before proceeding to the chair indicated.

She was trembling from head to toe from excitement & nervousness. She knew this would hurt, and hurt a great deal she suspected. But it would also mark her as belonging to You permanently, and she craved that.

She sat in the chair, still ewatching her sister squirm and writhe in pain and pleasure. Ciors hoped Lys would have as much fun watching her as she did watching Lys.
 
Lord Montebank:

"Slave, I will hurt you quite a lot to decorate you as mine. Do you willingly accept that pain as what you will have to accept to become mine?" he asks as he begins to strap you into the chair so you're unable to move at all and possibly cause a mistake.
 
Ciors

Ciors looked into Your eyes and smiled,

"Yes Master, I am more that willing to take the pain, I want to be Yours that is the most important thing to me." she replied, her Irish brogue coming through more strongly. Often her accent fades but in scenarios where she is speaking from the heart, it comes through loud and clear.

She took deep breaths to try and relax as You strapped her tightly to the chair. She was sure she would be greatful of the bonds when it came time for the piercings.
 
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