Miss Hannah's Girls

Chapter Four-2

“No blood,” she said. “I must be losing my touch. But now it’s time for a few clamps. Do you like clamps, Dolores?”

Dolores managed a little smile, trying to be brave. “They’re not the worst thing, Mrs Alvarez.”

“I wonder what you will think is the worst thing, when I’ve finished?” Mrs Alvarez replied. She went back to the drawer and returned with a little box. From it she drew out a pair of butterfly clamps. Dolores was familiar enough with them. They hurt a lot at first, then not quite so much, and after a while worse and worse. Mrs Alvarez applied them carefully to the lips of Dolores’s cunt, making sure the clamps gripped securely. Dolores grimaced but managed not to make a sound. The clamps were attached by a thin chain and Mrs Alvarez tugged on it playfully. Dolores gasped. She twisted the clamps a little, then more. Dolores gasped again.

From the drawer Mrs Alvarez brought a little wire brush, such as one might use to clean suede shoes, as well as another type of clamp, which had grips at the top of each pair of prongs. When you slid a little ring up towards the top of the clamp, its grip got tighter and tighter. She fixed this grip to Dolores’s c**t, then tightened it so that the c**t was squeezed, its swollen tip protruding. Mrs Alvarez trailed the little brush lightly over the tip of the c**t. Dolores shook with pain; it was like an electric shock. The little brush rasped to and fro over Dolores’s c**t. Somewhere there was a grain of pleasure in the act of having her c**t caressed, even if so roughly. But the pain overlaid the pleasure. Dolores started to cry.

“There, there,” said Mrs Alvarez. “Does it hurt, little girl? I’m afraid there’s a lot more to come.” Dolores saw that she was holding a metal contraption. It fitted over the outer lips of her cunt, trapping them and squeezing them tight as Mrs Alvarez turned the screw. The c**t was projected outwards. Dolores found the pain quickly went from acceptable to only just bearable to excruciating. She cried out.

“Yes, I gather this little device does hurt quite a bit. Especially when you turn the screws really hard.” She gave them a twist and Dolores cried out once more. Mrs Alvarez flicked her c**t with her finger. “Oh, my god,” moaned Dolores. “Please.”

“Please what?” Mrs Alvarez said cheerfully. “Please stop? I’m afraid I can’t do that yet.” She gave the screws another twist. Dolores thought she would faint with the pain. She wished she would; anything but this. Mrs Alvarez put her finger on Dolores’s c**t and began to stroke it gently. Despite the searing pain, some pleasure found its way into Dolores’s brain. Mrs Alvarez kept stroking. The pain was slightly, but only slightly, less as her body adjusted to it. The pleasure grew more. Somehow the pain and the pleasure were getting mixed up in Dolores’s brain. Mrs Alvarez kept stroking, her finger delicately circling the c**t. Dolores began to feel the promptings of an orgasm, getting closer and closer. Her body began to shake, her hips struggling to rise up, except that they were held fast by her bonds. Just as she felt she was about to erupt in uncontrollable spasms of pleasure, Mrs Alvarez took her hand away. Dolores whimpered. This was cruelty indeed, to let her glimpse heaven and then snatch it away. Mrs Alvarez gave a little laugh. “So cute to see how much you want it,” she said. “But you have to earn pleasure. It comes only after a great amount of suffering. Perhaps more than you are capable of enduring. We shall see.”

Mrs Alvarez removed the vice on Dolores’s cunt. But there was to be no relief. Dolores saw that she now held a thin strip of steel wire. Mrs Alvarez flexed it several times. “You see how bendy and whippy it is,” she said. “I had better warn you, it stings like mad. By the way, it’s called a Sadistick. Clever name, huh?”

She held one end of the wire in her left hand and put her hand against the left lip of Dolores’s cunt. She pulled back the other end and let it go. It flicked against the poor tender little lip. It was agonising. Dolores wailed.

“I really think it will have to be the gag,” said Mrs Alvarez. “It’s too much noise.” She produced a large black gag that fitted over the whole of the lower part of the face. On the inside there was a plug, not perhaps as long as a c**k but as thick. Mrs Alvarez forced it in. It filled Dolores’s mouth. The gag was strapped up around the back of her head.

“That’s better,” said Mrs Alvarez. She picked up the Sadistick and flicked it again, this time on the other side of the cunt. Dolores’s eyes opened wide with pain. Strangled sounds came from behind the gag.

“Much more pleasant,” said Mrs Alvarez with satisfaction. She flicked the nasty little device again, this time catching Dolores on the c**t. The girl struggled desperately against her bonds, but to no avail. Mrs Alvarez flicked the Sadistick several more times; little red marks appeared on Dolores’s cunt. Then she did a few on the insides of her thigh. This hurt nearly as much. Soon there was a series of parallel marks along the tender white skin.

Mrs Alvarez seemed eager to work her way through her complete range of torture implements. Next she lit a wax candle and held it over Dolores’s cunt, letting the wax drip, first onto the skin surrounding, then closer and closer and finally onto the cunt itself, first the lips and then, holding the lips apart with one hand, Mrs Alvarez let the wax drip directly onto the c**t. Again, the girl struggled and tried to scream, but only muffled sounds emerged.

Mrs Alvarez stripped the wax off. She hadn’t finished yet. She disappeared for a while. When she returned she had evidently been to the kitchen; Dolores looked in alarm at the collection of vegetables she carried.

“Time for a little penetration,” said Mrs Alvarez. First was a cucumber. It was long and thick, far more so than any c**k that might be imagined. Not that Dolores would rather have had a c**k. She’d had plenty of opportunities, but always spurned them distastefully. Mrs Alvarez prised apart the lips of Dolores’s cunt and began to push the cucumber inside. It stretched Dolores painfully. Her cunt was sore enough already, and instinctively she clenched it, resisting the entry. But Mrs Alvarez was determined, and besides Dolores’s cunt was wet and slippery; she pushed firmly and then more so, and gradually the thing went in, distending the cunt, which gripped it firmly. Mrs Alvarez began to move it in and out, f*****g Dolores. In itself this was not unpleasant; in fact, it might have helped Dolores towards the orgasm she craved. But it was done so roughly that it began to hurt, more and more. Mrs Alvarez was relentless; she seemed to take special pleasure from abusing Dolores’s cunt in this manner.

As if this was not enough, Mrs Alvarez picked up a large carrot and smeared it with butter. Dolores had no need to wonder what she intended, and sure enough she ordered Dolores to lift her knees up to her chest so that Mrs Alvarez could push the carrot into her ass. It was intrusive and even a little painful, but Dolores did not mind. She liked things in her ass; one of her favourite memories was of being ass-f****d by Miss Hannah with her strap-on.

Eventually she pulled out the cucumber. Mrs Alvarez picked up a small piece of ginger, about the size of her thumb, and began to peel it.

“Have you ever tried ginger?” she asked, as if in a kindly manner. “It’s very stimulating. They call it frigging, I believe.”

She began to apply the freshly peeled ginger to the lips of Dolores’s cunt, already tenderised by the abuse it had suffered. At first Dolores felt nothing; then the ginger began to tingle. The tingling got stronger and become a kind of burning sensation. Mrs Alvarez kept rubbing the lips, and a little on the c**t too. The burning got worse and worse, Dolores tried to struggle from side to side, desperately attempting to avoid any more contact, but it was useless.

“It’s quite a strong effect,” said Mrs Alvarez. “But I think not quite as strong as this.”

She showed Dolores a small red chilli. “They tell me this is the worst of all. Of course I haven’t tried it myself, only seen its effects. Which can be quite dramatic.”

Mrs Alvarez cut the chilli in half and held the open end to Dolores’s cunt. Almost immediately it began to burn, replacing the pain of the ginger with something more intense, fiercer. Dolores was sweating, her body writhing. Her eyes rolled, her head thrashed from side to side.

“Impressive,” said Mrs Alvarez. “Just a little more, I think.” She held the chilli against Dolores’s cunt again, rubbing it up and down the lips. She threw the chilli away and went to the wall, coming back with a thin cane. She bent the cane, testing its flexibility.

“I’m going to give you a little relief from the pain in your cunt,” she said, “by caning your breasts. They’re very nicely formed, and I think they would look well with a few marks.”

Dolores eyes rolled again in fear. Was this woman mad? Would this agony continue for ever? Mrs Alvarez raised the cane and brought it smartly down across the top of both breasts, just above the n*****s. It hurt, it hurt a lot. Whether it was enough to distract from the burning in her cunt was another matter. The cane rose and fell again, landing close to the first stroke. The strokes got closer to the n*****s. Dolores braced herself; she knew by now that mercy was not in Mrs Alvarez’s make-up, and sure enough the next stroke of the cane rapped smartly against Dolores’s n*****s. The pain was fierce. Dolores glanced down. Already she could see red stripes across her breasts, getting darker as she watched. Several more strokes of the cane followed, getting progressively more and more vicious, some on the underside of her breasts, some on the top, and some more directly onto the n*****s.

Mrs Alvarez put the cane down and caressed Dolores’s breasts. She traced the lines of the marks she had made. “Very pretty,” she said. She picked up her phone lying nearby and took some pictures.

Dolores thought that this might be the end of it, but once more she was to be disappointed.

“A change of gear now,” she said. She undid the straps binding her and helped her to her feet. Dolores felt faint, and staggered. The carrot was still in place in her ass and she had to walk with her legs apart so as not to make the pain between them any worse. Mrs Alvarez took her up the stairs and into a small back room facing out into the garden. There was another bench, not unlike the last one. Mrs Alvarez strapped her down on her back, but raised up her legs and pulled them apart, attaching the ankles to two poles at the side. Dolores was spread-eagled, her cunt once more exposed to the merciless attentions of Mrs Alvarez. Surely it wasn’t going to start all over again? Mrs Alvarez went to a cupboard and brought out a curious machine, on a wheeled table. The machine had a prong in front, shaped like a large c**k, a very large c**k. Mrs Alvarez positioned it so that the c**k was lodged in Dolores’s cunt, filling it, stretching it. Then she activated a switch on one side. The machine whirred into action, and the c**k started to move in and out, f*****g Dolores, going in as far as she could take, then all the way out and back in again. Dolores could do nothing except submit to the mechanical f*****g. It didn’t really hurt, though the stretching was uncomfortable. But Dolores felt demeaned by being used as no more than an accessory to a machine, as if she were a mere object.. Mrs Alvarez went out, leaving Dolores to be relentlessly penetrated by the mechanical c**k.

Ten minutes later she returned. “How is it, my dear?” she said in her mock-kindly manner. Dolores didn’t know what to say, but in any case her gag was still in place. The machine was steady and regular, but not fast enough to induce an orgasm. Instead it left Dolores almost painfully aroused. Her cunt was still sore, but her c**t throbbed. Mrs Alvarez fetched an Hitachi vibrator, one of the big ones. She plugged it in at the wall, then put it to Dolores’s c**t. Dolores cried out; the excess of pleasure was painful; she couldn’t sustain it. But Mrs Alvarez kept the machine against her. When her orgasm came at last, Dolores felt it was being ripped from her. Thank god it was over.

But it wasn’t. The mechanical f*****g machine continued its insistent penetration, thrusting in and out with a relentless motion impervious to any feelings of repletion that Dolores had. Mrs Alvarez took the Hitachi away for a few minutes, but then put it back against Dolores’s c**t. It droned away. Dolores would not have believed that it was possible to wish an orgasm would not arrive, but once again it did, shaking her with an enforced pleasure she neither wanted nor could resist. This was repeated, over and over again, until Dolores thought she was about to lose consciousness. Her c**t ached, her cunt was raw from f*****g, her body shaking and exhausted. Yet still it went on. Dolores wanted to plead, beg for it to stop, even though she despised her own weakness in doing so. But the gag reduced all her protests to mumbles.

“I suppose the worst thing,” Mrs Alvarez said languidly, leaning against the table while holding the buzzing Hitachi between Dolores’s legs, “is not knowing when it will stop. Or even if it will ever stop. Do you think one could die of too many orgasms? Perhaps we should do an experiment.”

At that moment Dolores came again. She would have never expected it, but it seemed as though the female body could be forced into orgasms without end, despite the brain’s resistance. Mind and body were two separate entities, or so it appeared where s****l pleasure was concerned. Dolores had lost count of the number of times she had come; a dozen? Fifteen? Perhaps even more.

At last it stopped. Mrs Alvarez switched off the vibrator and disconnected the f*****g machine. “Mustn’t get greedy,” she said with a smile. She removed the gag and sat down on Dolores’s face, positioning herself so that her c**t was just touching Dolores’s mouth.

“I assume you have been trained in how to pleasure a woman with your mouth?”

“Yes, Mrs Alvarez,” Dolores replied.

“Then get to it,” said Mrs Alvarez, sitting down more firmly, her c**t now pressing down hard on Dolores’s mouth, grinding against her teeth. Dolores worked Mrs Alvarez’s p***y as well as she knew how, using both lips and tongue, until at last she was rewarded by a groan as Mrs Alvarez’s hips trembled and her thighs closed like a vice around Dolores’s head.

“Good,” said Mrs Alvarez, getting up. “I’ll just release you and you can go now. You did well. I’ll send a nice report to Miss Hannah, and perhaps you can come back again soon. There are a few things I haven’t tried with you yet.”

Not too soon, thought Dolores. She felt a little shaky; her cunt and other parts ached. But she was proud she had come through her ordeal. She would hate to disappoint Miss Hannah.