An Untold Tale - Combined

The air was chilly and dim; she could feel the ropes anchoring her ankles and wrists, keeping her pinned. She had no idea where she was or how she’d arrived there. The only noises were her own breathing and the rhythmic drip of water falling into a nearby puddle.

She attempted to rise and scan for any familiar surroundings, which is when it hit her: her vision had narrowed down to just a glaze, thanks to what looked like a pantyhose mask!

Suddenly, a dog barked close by! The noise made her jump in shock, jerking violently against the bonds securing her.

She screamed out of fear, but no sound escaped through her gag. All that came out was a quiet, muffled whimper as she struggled with the vibrations from the butt plug lodged deep within her.

Her senses heightened, and she heard footsteps crunching on the wet ground outside…

Her breathing sped up, and so did her pulse, as she listened to a door creak open and those steps enter the room where she was trapped. The rattle of chains, metal scraping against the floor, and the heavy breaths of someone working nearby made her dread what was coming.

The noise drew closer. As she trembled and squirmed in panic, a bright light switched on, temporarily blinding her. When her eyes adjusted, she froze in horror at the sight of nightmarish metal instruments brought in by the man.

Then she felt one of these terrifying tools being wrapped around her waist and neck, locking it firmly so she couldn’t look up, down, left, or right!

She sensed the dog sniffing all over her; it tickled, and despite her predicament, this made her shudder and her pussy grow wet. She wondered why he attached a leash to her metal collar until she saw the dog go wild after realizing it was chained to her still body.

The dog’s pulling tugged at her restraints, grinding over the dildo in her damp pussy, which was held steady by a pole. Never had she felt so terrified yet so aroused simultaneously.

With the gag still in place and so many questions buzzing in her mind, a blindfold was placed over her eyes. She let out another whimper as he fondled her breasts and cunt, rubbing her clitoris with such intensity that she could feel her body shaking against the nightmarish device locking her completely still as she reached orgasm.

A muffled, high-pitched squeal escaped her lips; her toes curled and fingers clawed at the air. Every muscle in her body tightened as the first climax passed.

Her sweat-soaked aches craved rest, but the foreigner’s hands continued mercilessly across her trembling thighs, heaving breasts, and dripping cunt. After several more endless, mind-numbing orgasms, she lost consciousness.

He laughed softly and whispered to her while stroking her long dark hair, “This is just the beginning”…

Regaining some awareness, she heard a ratcheting sound and felt something tightening around her chest.

…the cold touch of metal on her breasts brought her back to consciousness. She let out an “ouuuch” when she realized what must be a clamp tightening onto her now-tender globes…

The short, silent pauses between each “click” stretched like hours as she trembled in anticipation for the next click…

Tears streamed from her eyes as painful pressure built on her breasts, heightening an uncontrollable arousal that tickled her bare skin.

Standing over her, the man removed the gag. (“Finally,” she thought.) She was so relieved and wanted to scream for help again, but the tightness of the mechanical corset only allowed enough air in for a tiny, useless wheeze.

Just as she thought she finally managed gasp loudly enough to yell with all her might, he gagged her once more—this time using an inflatable penis gag! Before long, she started drooling over herself. Spittle ran down her chin, neck, and chest, pooling under the mechanical corset where the viscous mess squished around, making her squirm in disgust.

A short while later, he returned and asked if she remembered him now. She tried to calm herself enough to hear his voice when she felt a slight pull on the penis gag, noticing it growing slightly larger inside her mouth! Her jaw was really stretched wide; the device was doing its job nicely, much to her dismay.

She managed to suppress her gag reflex but found breathing increasingly difficult as the obstruction in her mouth and the metal corset preventing her chest from expanding fully combined.

He seemed to take great pleasure watching her suffer. As she gazed back at him, pleading for air, he repeated his question: “Do you remember me now??”

Just before fainting, a memory surfaced of a long-forgotten incident from her college days.

He was the college Dean whom had been fired—and only she knew the real reason why.

She woke with a jerk, eyes wide open, staring into his gaze which reflected years of simmering revenge.

No longer in just the corset, she found herself strapped face-up to a Y-shaped bench, legs spread wide and arms stretched overhead.

“You should be scared.” The man said coldly ominously.

“Because of you, I lost everything; now it’s your turn to suffer.”

He pulled out a soft leather whip and began gently but firmly lashing the insides of her thighs—whip, whip, whip—and every so often he’d catch her pussy on purpose, making her yelp while he laughed and carried on.

Despite terror, pain, and humiliation, she was becoming intolerably aroused—a development that pleased the man. He taunted, “You like this, I see. Don’t worry; you’ll get plenty!” Her pussy continued to wet further as he teased her with the whip. Just when she was about to peak in another orgasm, he stopped, set down the whip, and began massaging every part of her body without touching any erogenous zones—something that clearly frustrated her.

Just as she thought she had read the situation correctly, she heard the unmistakable sound of high-heeled shoes on concrete. The steps were slow and deliberate in their teasing pace.

But before she could see who wore those heels, a pantyhose was tied around her eyes and head, pinning her to the bench.

A new voice—a middle-aged woman’s—said, “Make sure she doesn’t get loose; don’t spare the rope.”

In a subdued tone, he replied, “Yes Madam.” He stopped rubbing and teasing her body, starting instead to tighten all her binds. His touch was quite rough now, making her feel very scared.

She wondered who this woman was since she didn’t recognize her voice or what power the former Dean held over her. Despite her own fear, she sensed the dean’s growing anxiety: Who could this intimidating lady be? If the Dean answered to this woman as it seemed, how much worse would things get?

A loud crack of a whip intensified her worry.

It was also an ominous answer regarding one question about this unknown woman, though she still didn’t know who she was.

“Do you remember me?” The woman shouted with piercing tones..

She jerked in surprise at the intensity of that query and began suspecting the whip-wielding lady was yet another figure from her past returning to exact revenge.

A hard slap across her face took her completely by surprise. “Answer me!” she demanded. Gagged and blindfolded, she wondered how she could respond while desperately searching her memory.

“I expect you’ve forgotten us, but you should think long and hard, just like THIS…” the woman said as she pulled out a… …giant, squirming dildo about a foot in length after removing the pantyhose blindfold from the helpless young woman. Shocked, The woman let out a

“An almighty scream was on its way,” though it would have been cut short by the well-fitting gag she wore.

She twisted and turned against her tight bonds, but to no avail. The woman, dressed in leather and latex, began forcing a massive instrument into the exposed, soaked pussy of the helpless girl. The cold metal brushing against her damp inner parts sent shivers through her body. “Still not sure who you are?” asked the mysterious woman.

“Perhaps this giant vibrating inflatable butt plug will help jog your memory,” she hissed. Even with plenty of lubrication, it was quite uncomfortable as the large plug was pushed inside. This was to be expected, however, since the lube had been “salted” with generous amounts of etheric oils, creating a burning sensation in her anus. Just as the pain became too much and she opened her mouth to yell, a ring gag was shoved between her teeth and locked tightly behind her head! This happened right after the penis gag was removed by the former dean. Who, seconds later, was about to thrust his dripping cock into her mouth:shock:, until Madam spoke up…

“Wait! Not yet. I still have a few ideas for this slave before you fill her mouth with your thick cum.”

The woman fitted the helpless girl with a high, tight steel posture collar and added a harness to keep her head completely steady. She then placed a tube over her clit & applied vacuum suction, which caused intense pain and pleasure simultaneously:twisted: She could feel her clit being pulled away from her body, but couldn’t see because of the restrictive steel collar!

Several times she shuddered strongly in her tight bonds, her hands clenched so hard that her fingernails dug into her palms as orgasm after orgasm racked her helpless frame. The woman finally nodded & the Dean immediately began sliding his twitching cock into her drooling mouth. As his member touched the back of her throat, her gag reflex kicked in and she started retching uncontrollably. The dean barely noticed this and continued to voilate her throat.

Meanwhile, the mysterious woman pinched the girl’s nipples hard and smiled wickedly as she watched juices flow from her pussy. Panic subsiding slightly, she accepted his invasion of her throat & drifted into an orgasmic utopia… The endorphins spread through her body, creating a sense of euphoria that dulled her senses and turned humiliation and pain into absolute bliss.

The woman was watching intently. As soon as the dean shot his first spurt of cum, she grabbed his balls & squeezed them with all her might:twisted: The sudden shriek of pain from the dean jolted the girl out of her euphoric daze. The diabolic woman led the former dean over to a corner of the room.

The helpless girl strained to hear their conspiratorial whispers, feeling dread every time they glanced back at her. She heard something about “special position,” and knew they were going to change her bondage. Shaking her head and pleading unintelligibly through the ring gag, but with eyes that spoke volumes as the pair returned to her and began untying the bonds, she was hoping for a break, though she knew it wouldn’t last… The evil woman placed her hand on the girl’s cheek & stared deeply into her eye’s & said in a stern voice, “this was just a test, now the real fun is about to begin” Shocked As soon as her wrists were freed, the Dean roughly forced her arms into a single sleeve, grunting as he pushed her wrists and elbows together. He grinned wickedly while attaching a padlock, pausing for a moment to enjoy the tension in her shoulders and her forced, upright posture. Her thrusting breasts began glistening as saliva and the dean’s seminal fluid dripped from her gaping mouth down her front.

He then spread her legs with a bar at the knees & pulled her bound ankles far up behind her using a rope attached to the top of the brutally tight armbinder, forcing her back into an uncomfortable “special” position. Satisfied that her arms were pinioned behind her and amused by how the spreader separated her knees and exposed her bare cunt, the Dean tipped her back so she was on her knees before him. He pushed his erect cock up to her lips, telling her “you’ll be much happier if you lick my cock and make me happy than if I have to push myself through this ring into your throat.”

Teetering precariously on her knees, bent painfully back & trembling in terror, she decided to obey the former dean and nervously licked the tip of his swollen member. The woman pushed the Dean aside, swung a paddle menacingly, and said “she’s already sucked you off once; I want to play now. String her up strappado-style so I can get to her butt and titties.”

He obeyed immediately, fearing reprisal. After removing the rope arching the girl backward, he stood her up & used the ring at the tip of the armbinder to put her in a painful strappado position. The mysterious woman paced around the helpless girl, enjoying her predicament: ring-gagged, cunt and ass painfully plugged and exposed by her spreader bar, breasts swaying beneath her, ass protuding, arms pulled up behind her. She tapped her paddle on her hand & wondered aloud “where shall I start with you?”

“We could work on these first…” she said while tapping her free-hanging breasts. “But I believe subtlety would work better there,” she added coldly as she exchanged the paddle for a riding crop. A quick swing landed the first blow unexpectedly on the belly. “And that, my dear, you can use as a comparison to see just how much more sensitive your tits are…” The girl gasped sharply, drool running from her forced-open mouth, then shivered as the woman teased her nipples with light taps of the crop’s end. “Now for the real comparison so you can see exactly how sensitive your nipples are…, but first, let me put on the blindfold for added mystery… or is it misery?” she chuckled…

On cue, the former dean placed a blindfold over the helpless girl’s eyes. Plunged into darkness & unable to move, she knew the worst was yet to come… The mysterious woman said to the Dean “If you beat her well enough, I won’t beat you. You have 2 minutes; best get started.” She added, “Don’t go overboard. Take care of the backside; I’ll give her tits the treatment.” The dean picked up the paddle the mysterious woman had put down & with a worried look on his face set about beating the helpless girl’s protruding ass. He swatted her again and again, turning her bottom bright red, causing her to scream into her gag & weep pitifully.

The beating came to a sudden stop when there was a loud knock at the door. The dean and the Madam looked at each other with surprised expressions… no one was expected… Who could that be??? Ayame started screaming with all her might, taking advantage of her unobstructed mouth & hoping the unexpected visitor would call for help. The countess’ maid hurried to the door to take a peek through the spyhole, which wasn’t easy given her high heels & hobbled knees. Meanwhile, the dean put his hand over Ayame’s mouth to quiet the noise she was making and whispered into her ear, “Quiet, or so help me, you will be covered with every clamp and clothespin we can find, and they won’t come off until tomorrow!” Fifi, the maid, turned around with a surprised & alarmed look on her face, eyes wide. … because as soon as she opened the door leatherclad U69 pointed a mean-looking bullwhip at her & gestured for her to shut up. She then strode slowly into the room, heels clicking with each step. She looked at each person in turn and muttered out loud, mostly to herself, “Well… well… well… What do we have here???”

“Hope I’m not interrupting anything,” Fifi said with a big smile on her face. U69 replied with irritation, “What are you doing with my slave?” The dean and the Madam looked at each other & both knew they were in trouble.

Ble… No one grabs another’s slave…

Ayame struggled against her bonds in horror. She stopped when she heard U69’s next words: “Release her immediately, and then you will let yourselves be punished by her because of your gross behavior!” With Fifi’s help, the Dean and the Madam freed Ayame, dreading what was coming next. Ayame was relieved: Finally free! U69 ordered the Dean and the Madam to take a seat while she tied them to their chairs with their hands behind them. Then U69 told Fifi to leave the room.

U69: “So, just what did you two think you were going to get out of this little stunt?” “Did you really think I wouldn’t find out about it?” “And the next question is… What should I do about it???”

U69 was obviously toying with them, trying to make them as nervous as possible before unleashing whatever punishment upon them—and it was working. The Dean started to say something when the Madam told him to “Shut up fool!”

…because U69 just took out two massive dildos from her lady’s bag. If you are wondering how those fit in there, we have to take a deep dive into the inner workings of quantum physics & the Heisenberg correlation, and these weren’t only big, but they featured literally 100s of spikes on the outside; for sure, they wouldn’t be comfortable. The Dean’s eyes widened in terror and his mouth fell open.

“Ok, who wants to go first? Who goes first?” First lifting the gag she looked at the Dean, then raising the whip she looked at the Madam… Ayame bowed and touched her lips to U69’s boottips in a position of supplication. U69 nodded permission, Ayame stood up and whispered, “Please Master, with your permission, I would like to go to my cell and bring back a small bag of ‘Dark toys’ for this act of retribution.”

U69 nodded again; at that time, Ayame rose, bowed, and left the room, which left two individuals in a very uncomfortable position and an upset Mistress alone for a bit…

u 69 stared at the couple with icy eyes: How shall I prepare you for the coming act of retribution?:twisted: The Dean just sat still, sweating, eyes wide, while his female partner struggled against her bonds in a futile attempt to escape her predicament. “Escape is not possible, my dear; my slave knows ropes very well…” u69 smiled a cold and empty smile. “Do either of you know what happens to braided rawhide rope when you soak it, then bind it snuggly around a slave’s extremities?” The former Dean shook his head, but his partner simply gulped; obviously, she did.

At that moment Ayame returned with her bag of ‘toys,’ which rattled and tinkled as she deposited it on a table. u69 looked through the bag and pulled out something that made Madam’s face become very pale… “And look here… rawhide… Be a good little slave and fetch a bowl of water…”

u69 thought aloud, “I think I will have to turn up the heat in here, or the wet rawhide won’t dry fast enough to make those wonderful ridges in the skin that are so lovely to tickle with a supple whip.” He said levelly, “Fifi stop listening at the door and get in here; light a fire.”

Fifi obediently entered and started her task, and U69 said to Ayame, “Our lady friend is disturbing the atmosphere with her incessant struggling and grunting - make her more compliant, in the way I showed you.” Ayame nodded and proceeded to rummage through the bag of toys looking for what her Mistress was hinting at, but could not find them… She looked back, worried, at U69, who just said, “When all else fails, improvise - after all, they are your slaves until I am satisfied they are sufficiently punished.” A smile spread across Ayame’s face at the thought, remembering what happened to her and what was about to happen… She then ran back to her room for what she missed earlier…

As she came trotting back, she loved seeing the sweat glistening on the bared breasts that were so expertly bound. as the heat began to rise in the small concrete room, the wet rawhide began to tighten and both slaves began to feel the ropes stiffen and start raising some very pretty ridges where the rope didn’t cover quite as close as in other places…

As expected by everyone in the room, the Dean was the first to crack… “FINE, FINE, I’LL TALK, I’LL TALK… Just get the straps off me before they cut me in half!!!” as Ayame skidded to a stop at the sound of the professor’s voice, u69 began idly stroking the small rattail whip across the rather large breasts of the tightly bound woman. Ayame held out the small chains, clips and other accouterments that make up the “silencer” for the second ‘poor’ slave.

Madam regretted now not being the one to speak first… But at least she still had her pride… But with the ball gag jammed behind her teeth allowing her to not beg as the first, then a second clamp became intimately familiar with her tightly swollen nipples… but where were those hands going with the next 2 clamps made her wish she could forget her pride and beg that they do not end up “THERE!”…

Just as the thought of ‘there’ ran through her head, it became reality and suddenly all thoughts of anything else disappeared with the unusual sensations that started ‘there,’ and the addition of a bit of ginger juice didn’t help the sensations either. There. Now that Madam is taken care of, we will see what the Dean can tell us about all of this,” U69 said.

“Well Dean, now you have your chance to talk without being interrupted by your accomplice here… Oh, and by the way, the more you talk, the more of the rawhide strips will come off…” With that in mind, the dean started talking a little too fast. Much to Madam’s detriment… But the Dean did not care; the strips were coming off… but not fast enough for his liking… “Damn, that was a lot they used on me…” he was thinking… and that reminded him of that precise time he experienced his first innocent step into bondage…

When he had played cowboys and Indians with the bratty girl next door, the night his parents asked her to babysit him. Truth be told, she’d caught his attention a fair bit before then; always roughhousing with the neighborhood kids, ever the cute girl, but able to keep pace with the boys. She had strung him up like a hunted tiger. He found he did not like it; he wanted to do the tying. Bump! The unexpected noise silenced everyone in the room.