Chapter 13: Marked

Helen visits a tattoo and piercing shop.

The next morning, Helen woke up exhausted after being fucked so many times by Jack and his five friends. She couldn’t remember where she was until she looked around and saw an unfamiliar room. Slowly she remembered what had happened the night before and recognised Jack’s room. She still had the handcuffs and collar on, but they were not attached.

Helen got up and looked for a bathroom. There, she sat on the toilet, and in addition to peeing, she noticed how a large amount of semen slipped out of her vagina and ass. Then, Helen took a very hot shower that made her feel clean; she felt dirty after being groped and fucked by those strangers. She couldn’t help thinking that, despite the humiliation and disgust of the men who had used her as an object, as a repository for their semen, she had come many times. Clearly, the physical arousal she had received had been joined by the mental arousal that the degradation and humiliation produced in her.

As at other times when she reflected on it, she said to herself that perhaps the explanation was that in the face of the responsibility and stress she suffered in her professional life, with many people under her charge and having to make decisions involving many millions for her firm and the companies they served, when she was a slave, she did not have to make decisions; they were all given to her; besides, being forced to have sex, she did not have to feel guilty or ashamed. She just had to endure and enjoy as much as she could. Plus, lately, not having access to her sex turned her on even more. Before, she could go for weeks without masturbating, and now, she was thinking about it all day, wet and aroused, so much so that she had to admit she wished Jack or Mark would come and fuck her, just to release the pent-up tension and desire.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Jack, who, awakened by the sound of the shower, went to the bathroom, opened the screen and entered with Helen. Jack began to caress Helen’s body, wet and slippery from the soap, paying special attention to her breasts, her ass and the hollow between her legs.

Before long, Jack’s cock was erect; then, he pushed on Helen’s shoulders until she was on her knees. She knew what was expected of her, so she opened her mouth and admitted Jack’s thick cock into it. Helen began bobbing her head up and down, sucking Jack’s cock and taking it deeper and deeper into her mouth, as the shower water dripped down between them and slid down their bodies.

Jack, eyes closed, let himself be carried away by the pleasure of feeling Helen’s soft, warm mouth around his erect cock. He put his right hand on Helen’s head, both to impose the rhythm he preferred and to gradually increase the depth, reaching the entrance to Helen’s throat, while his left hand groped Helen’s slick breasts and pinched her nipples.

After a while, Jack increased the pace he was imposing on Helen’s mouth fucking her face with momentum, deeper and deeper, until he was cumming in her mouth, filling her with his viscous, warm, sticky semen.

Helen swallowed several times until the emission stopped and Jack withdrew his partially limp cock from her mouth.

The two finished showering, and Helen, as she dried herself off, said to Jack, “I have to go home.”

“No, slave, I still have plans for you,” he replied, “And you didn’t call me Master,” he added in a serious tone.

“Sorry, Master, I forgot.”

“Then we’ll have to do something to make sure you don’t forget again,” Jack said, taking the leather handcuffs Helen had taken off to take a shower and putting them back on. Then he put them together and led Helen to a wall in the bathroom, where there was a hook sticking out of the wall, high up, as if to hang a potted plant. He then pulled on Helen’s arms until he hooked the chain linking the wrist cuffs to the bracket.

Helen, on tiptoe, her body stretched and tensed, began to fidget. Jack left the bathroom and soon returned with the bag of sex toys Helen had brought from home. From the bag, Jack extracted the ball gag, which he placed, tightly clamped, in Helen’s mouth. Next, Jack took the nipple clamps and applied them to Helen’s nipples, which were erect from the temperature of the bath. Helen let out a moan of discomfort, which was drowned out by the gag, as she felt the strong pressure on her delicate breasts.

Jack caressed Helen’s body. The taut position in which she stood emphasised the slenderness of her body, highlighting her breasts, which, elevated by the position of her raised arms, offered themselves greedily to Jack, who did not hesitate to fondle them again with both hands, groping and weighing them.

Then Jack took a leather belt, raised his hand and whipped Helen’s ass hard. She screamed and tried to pull away, but restrained and strained as she was, she could do nothing but struggle uselessly. At the third stroke, which left a third horizontal, reddish mark on Helen’s buttocks, Jack stopped.

He went to the toy bag and from it extracted a vibrator. He turned back to Helen and said, “You really behaved well yesterday and handled the six of us fucking you like a pro, so let’s soften the punishment. I’m going to put the vibrator on while I flog you.”

Jack applied some lube to the vibrator and then placed it between Helen’s legs. She, in the forced position she was in, could not spread her legs apart, which were only lightly held at the tips of her toes, so Jack grabbed her right leg behind the knee, lifted it and then inserted the vibrator as far as it would go. Then he dropped her leg, and the vibrator was clamped between Helen’s thighs.

Jack activated the vibrator with the mobile phone, setting it to full power. Helen, despite the strained position, began to wiggle and squirm, causing the nipple clamps to twitch, pulling on her nipples in a way that was both painful and exciting at the same time. Jack watched her for a few minutes, watching as the vibrator brought her ever closer to orgasm, as she moaned through the gag and as her breathing quickened through her dilated nostrils.

Then, he applied the belt forcefully to her ass, driving Helen away from the climax she was ever approaching. He waited a little while for her to become excited again and then whipped her again with the belt. With each stroke, Helen’s arousal subsided, but the action of the vibrator excited her again, each time more quickly. At one point Jack began to whip her almost without interruption, as Helen was overwhelmed by a hurricane of sensations: her body tense, her muscles tight, the vibrator stimulating her vagina, by then so soaked that if her legs were not together, the vibrator would fall to the floor, her nipples stimulated by the pressure of the clamps, which, when Helen wriggled, pulled her breasts even harder, and, finally, the whipping of the belt on her ass and, gradually, also on her pubis and breasts, adding heat on the outside to the areas of her body that were already burning from the inside.

The gag made Helen feel free to scream, moan and scream, releasing some of the sexual tension that was enveloping her. With her eyes closed, Helen could no longer perceive images or sounds; the only thing she felt was her whole body as one big sex organ sending exciting and contradictory signals to her overloaded brain. Finally, an impact of the belt on her erect, sensitive nipples sent her into a gigantic orgasm, which almost made her lose consciousness, all her senses overloaded with pleasure and stimulation. Wave after wave of pleasure swept over her stretched body, from the tips of her hands to the tips of her toes. A continuous orgasm, with more intense peaks every few moments, flooded her senses.