"Too late, my little fuck face," he said. "I keep telling you, you learn too slow, you'll have to wait 'til tomorrow night now. Tie her hands, I don't want her getting out of anything."
As they carried her off, Gloria wept and moaned and her head fell forward as she struggled with the terrible conflict of emotions.
CHAPTER TEN
When she woke, Gloria was once again not sure where she was. The room was strange, and it had been dark when they hauled her in and chained her up. She gave a low moan, feeling the almost luxurious rippling of the pain lingering in her body. She had been stripped and spread-eagled on a hard bed, and a single blanket thrown over her. She was cold, and the pain in her arms echoed around in her upper body. They had been stretched out and pulled wide apart, and the leather wrist cuffs chafed at her delicate skin. Her legs were also spread, her ankles lashed to the two end posts.
She stared around, trying to make something out of the darkness. There was some light spreading through tiny cracks in the curtain, but she couldn't see much from it. The walls were stone, and she could feel the terrible dampness, so she had to be in part of the cellar. The realization of where she was sent Gloria sobbing again.
Memories flooded back. She had been tied up, whipped, made to perform the most perverted sexual acts. It was disgusting, nothing to do with her, even if she had come. Even if she couldn't stop coming sometimes, when they whipped her ass and fucked her and those great big cocks would spurt cum in her mouth and she'd have to suck it all down and lick them clean.
Gloria was panting on the bed, her body moving restlessly as she thought about it, of the whip slashing into her nipples, of Jim's massive cock ramming into her throat as she sucked him all down and proved she could take all his wonderful, hard cock. Her body thrashed around, and she tried to pull her hands free to feel down and rub the terrible desire in her pussy. She wanted to finger-fuck herself, run two or more of them in and work her pussy until she came, but she couldn't.
Her moans became stronger now as the incidents ran into her head without her thinking. That fir st time, tied up over the horse, watching Mandy suck Jim's cock while David whipped her and made her beg for that terrible first fuck. How she had gone out of her mind with terror at the lash of the whip! Now she would come if they just showed her it and told her they were going to beat her.
She couldn't even rub her trembling thighs together. Her body writhed in the most awful agony as her desire rose with each new memory and she couldn't do anything about it. Her pussy was running with juices and her tits reached up, begging for a whip to lash across them and send her into that world of mixed agony and ecstasy she wanted too much.
The night before, when she had been thrown to the servants, and brutally raped for so long, perhaps if she concentrated on that she could make herself come. She recalled it all, the ass fuck, the succession of cocks in her mouth and the cum running down her chin. She wriggled and tried to pull her legs closer, but the bonds held them and her poor cunt just waved up and down, desperately seeking the satisfaction it couldn't get.
The door opened and Mandy and Alva came in.
"Well," said Alva, "the bitch is awake."
Gloria groaned and looked at them as they came round the bed. In her desperate struggles, she had thrown the blanket off and her body was exposed to them both. The remains of Gloria's modesty tried to get the blanket to hide at least her streaming cunt. But the two maids just giggled and grinned at her.
"Getting horny, fuck face?" Mandy chuckled and she bent down and ran one finger over the crack of Gloria's cunt.
Gloria screamed and leapt on the bed, her mouth working as her hips tried to get more of the wonderful, thrilling finger.
"Too bad," Alva chuckled, and she took one of Gloria's nipples, still sore and beaten, and twisted it hard.
Gloria screamed again and twisted on the ropes. "Oh please, please, no! Please don't do that please!"
"What you mean is, don't do that unless we let you come," said Alva with a grin twisting Gloria's other nipple.
Gloria's desperate gurgles echoed off the stone walls and she peered at the two maids in the semi-darkness. The stream of light from the open door didn't seem to illuminate the bed very much.
"Well, that's tough, ass-licker," said Mandy. "'Cause you ain't comin' until David says so, and that'll be sometime tonight. But he didn't say we couldn't play with you." She gave a low, nasty laugh. "So we'll just keep you nice and hot all day and then you'll be ready for tonight."
Gloria gave another heaving moan and thrashed on the bed as she saw Mandy take something from the pocket of her uniform. She leaned in, over Gloria and showed the two small clamps to her. The teeth of the clamps were sharp, like tiny saw teeth, and the supports had a screw drive through them. Gloria didn't have to be told now what they were for.
"Oh no," she gasped as she watched Mandy take one of them and slide it close to her left nipple. She gasped and moaned as Mandy stroked her tit, urging the nipple to stand out until Gloria was groaning and begging with the new arousal, and her nipple was hard and firm against her still-red tit-flesh.
Mandy put the clamp round her throbbing tit bud and slowly tightened the screw. The teeth bit into Gloria's nipple and she started to scream as the terrible tiny jaws closed into her flesh. She didn't believe such a small object could cause so much pain.
"One more," said Mandy conversationally, ignoring Gloria's pleadings as she gave one last twist on the screw and the jaws of the clamp bit almost through the flesh of Gloria's nipple. "Don't want any blood around, now do we?" she asked cheerfully as Gloria twisted and moaned in pain. "Not before tonight at least. Now hold still while I put the other one in."
"Oh no, ohhhh, ohhhh shit!" Gloria yelled. "You fucking bitches, you cunts, you, oohhhh, oh no!"
She moaned as the other clamp bit into her right nipple. Mandy twisted that one too, until it was tight enough to cause constant pain, but just short of biting into Gloria's luscious flesh. She moaned as the two tiny jaws sent waves of pain running through her body.
"Now for the pussy," said Alva, producing another pair of bigger, harder clamps.
"I don't know," said Mandy thoughtfully. "This little cunt'll come if you put those on, look at her."
Gloria swayed on the bed, her eyes closed as her tits heaved and thrust, and sweat ran between her swelling tit-globes and onto her stomach.
"Yeah," said Alva. "She really is a whore, look at her. Oh well." She put clamps back in her pocket. "We'll get her good tonight."
"Breakfast time," said Mandy brightly, reaching down and putting a collar around Gloria's neck. She attached a chain to it and pulled to make sure the collar was on right. Then they untied her legs and lashed them together, with a bar between them to stop Gloria rubbing her thighs together and gaining some relief that way. Then they untied her wrists and stood her up, tying them behind her back, lashing them at the wrists and elbows.
Completely naked, Gloria stood there, the pain running through her body from the clamps on her nipples. They didn't let her dress at all, just led her out by the chain around her neck and down to the dining hall.
It was another exercise in humiliation for Gloria. She didn't know when they would run into somebody, so every step was a torture. She had to swing each leg in a wide circle to move, because the bar prevented her closing them.
They rounded a corner and two of the men servants who had fucked her so brutally almost bumped into her.
"Hey, hey, hey!" said one of the men, looking at Gloria with undisguised lust. "How about we put that over the table and get ourselves a good fuck?"