Our Only Hope - S01 E09

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Our Only Hope - S01 E09

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 9

One of the eunuchs knelt next to the apparatus and used the rachet-like device to pull the hook tight in the slave’s cunt and ass. As he stood back up to leave, he reached down and patted her ass, causing a long, drawn out moan. Both eunuchs were laughing as they left the stage.

Master Rod was also laughing as he stood next to the slave. “It is obvious,” he said still laughing, “that slave monica likes to be stretched out tight.” Swinging the paddle through the air, he added, “But let’s see if she really likes pain.”

He then stepped back slightly and swung the paddle into slave monica’s ass. The blow was relatively light, but it was almost immediately followed by a smack that was louder than any of the swats he had administered to the unfortunate waitress.

The slave thrashed in her bonds and her moan became higher-pitched, but she did not scream. Master Rodriguez began steadily pounding her ass, moving each blow slightly so that both asscheeks, from below where they met her legs to where they merged into her back, were soon bright red and starting to turn purple.

Someone was counting the strokes because I was hearing the translation in my earpiece, but it was not Master Rod. He was silently swinging the huge leather paddle repeatedly into the slave’s ass. Even with his face masked, you could sense a visible determination to break this slave by exceeding her pain threshold. Then I heard a voice laughing. It was the masked woman bound against the wall. I had heard that laugh before. It was slave ines. That meant that, hopefully, one of the masked men was Master Randolph.

The laughter caused Master Rod to almost lose control. He began slashing wildly, delivering swat after swat to the slave’s bruised– and now bleeding– ass. Her moan became higher and higher and was almost musical. Then she screamed... a long, loud, and extremely shrill scream that was obviously a scream of passion not pain– or maybe passion and pain– or maybe pain that only a true painslut could feel as passion. She then fell limp, or as limp as the tight restraints would allow her body to be.

Master Rodriguez stood alongside her panting from his exertion. He signaled the eunuchs and they came hurrying out onto the stage to begin releasing her. Her Master had rushed up onto the stage to check on her, so they let him release her wrists and undo the nipple electrodes.

“I could never have driven her that high,” he said. “I won’t risk damaging her... but she needs so much... she needs so much...”

Master Rod responded, “I could wake her up and see what her true limits are...” He shrugged, “Of course, she might die first. Some of them are like that. They want it more and more and more and more until it kills them.”

The slave was more or less responsive and was able to stand with help from her Master and the eunuchs. As they walked into the darkness, Master Rod swung the paddle and threw it aside. There was an obvious bulge in the front of his leather pants. Beating the painslut had clearly turned him on very greatly.

He patted his groin, acknowledging what everyone already knew. Then he laughed deeply and said, “Lucky for me, this bench can be used for more than spanking. A slave– or a Mistress– or even a Master– can be strapped into this and I can do whatever I want to them. All we have to do is leave off the hook.”

He shouted something that the earpiece did not translate and the two eunuchs ran back onto the stage. “Get the little one,” he said sharply, pointing back at one of the women bound against the wall.