Martha's eyes suddenly opened wide, and she leaped backward and let out a little cry as she did so. "Steven spoke in a low voice, "quiet. I will not do you any harm. Martha, I'm aware that you're a virgin. I'm going to guess that you've never explored the inside of your own body. The moment has come for you to do so, and I'm going to be here to guide you through the process. Martha, you don't really have a say in the issue at this point. There is no other option."

There is no other option. There is no other option. As Steven moved her lips apart further, it repeated itself in her thoughts like a chant. She had no option when she felt his tongue, which was warm and moist, dart between the folds of her dress. She had no choice in the matter as she felt a peculiar, hot, liquid pleasure beginning to rise up inside of her as his tongue swept around her small nubbin. There is no other option available. There is no other option.

And at that moment, not even the words could be heard above the roar of unadulterated feeling and unadulterated joy. She didn't even flinch as he inserted a finger into her pussy, which was moist and slick now due to his kisses and her own secretions, but she let him do it anyhow. The level of pleasure continued to increase until Martha first wailed, and then writhed in agonizing delight as her body convulsed with ecstasy. Steven used both of his enormous hands to hold her motionless as he continued to lick and kiss her until she was very exhausted. He grabbed each hip while he did this.

Martha sagged in her shackles, and if she hadn't been chained to the ground, she certainly would have fallen. Steven got to his feet, the sweat from her body shining on his face. The air in the room was thick with the pungent odor of sex. While Martha was having an orgasmic experience, she experienced a surge of blood throughout her body, which caused her face to become flushed and her neck and chest to become mottled.

Martha was assisted to the ground by Steven as the handcuffs were unfastened and she was supported by him. While she was recuperating, he sat with her and cradled her head on his lap. She had never experienced anything like that before, and it left her feeling absolutely drained. When her breathing calmed down and he could no longer feel the thumping of her heart against him, he muttered, "I'm sorry." "Martha, you were there from the very beginning. This is just the beginning. I am going to lay claim to you in such a comprehensive manner that you will need my touch."

Martha could feel a soft throb in her posterior region. When she and Evan kissed awkwardly and stumblingly in Evan's vehicle, she felt a subtle sensation of joy that completely overpowered the normal feelings of shame and remorse she normally felt. Something had begun in Martha that was as compelling as the first lick of flame around the head of a match. Martha had faith in what Steven had to say. And she understood that it was not a warning, but rather a promise.

Martha continued to sleep after Steven had departed, but she awoke abruptly when Richard entered the room with a big whip with several strands. He did not engage her in conversation but instead violently lifted her up, attached the leather cuffs on her wrists to a chain, and then attached the chain to the ceiling, forcing her to stand on her toes.

Richard pulled a rubber ball gag from his bag of tricks and used it to open Martha's lips before buckling it behind her head. This caused Martha to laugh uncontrollably. Martha was shocked when she saw her reflection in the mirrors, which depicted her with a brilliant red ball and eyes that were wide open in fright. Because the ball was pressing her tongue into the back of her throat, she was unable to utter a sound.

Richard approached the pigs and fastened a little alligator clip to each of their nipples. A silver chain was used to attach the clips to one another. Martha fought frantically as the teeth cut into her fragile nipples, and a muffled cry emitted from the back of her mouth, where the rubber ball had been forced, as she screamed in pain. She had no idea that the clamps would not do any lasting harm to her, so she was scared that they might cut her. She saw the chain moving back and forth between her breasts, the clips pushing her nipples until they were crimson and flat between the metal teeth.

She had the sensation that her head was about to come off, and she very well may have done so if it weren't for the shackles that were holding her up. Without any introduction or explanation, Richard immediately started hitting Martha across her back, her privates, and her thighs. The spanking he received was systematic and exhaustive. As time passed, she felt a burning sensation over her whole back and behind. After that, he went to the front of the line. Even though he was not a very tall guy, he had an incredible amount of strength and did not seem to be in the least bit exhausted by the whipping, which had been going on for quite some time.

Martha wailed in anguish as the lash struck the clamps that were placed on her nipples, and she swayed as she leaned heavily into the chains, placing all of her weight on her wrists. Her eyelids were puffy, and she slumped to the ground. Richard dropped the whip and looked at her for a bit before continuing. While he waited for her to come to, his cock was pushing firmly against his pants, and he moved it about a little bit while he did so.

A minute or two later, the poor girl opened her eyes, and when she focused on Richard wielding his whip, she jerked back as if there was any way for her to get away from him. On the other hand, there was no way out. He had previously assured her that he would instruct her on the nature of suffering, and he went back on his word. After giving her front a solid spanking, he unclamped her nipples and walked away. Martha's eyes welled up with tears of agony as the blood poured back, engorged the nipples, and pushed against them.

However, when he was fastening the terrible clips to her labia, she forgot about this. As she danced in agony, the chain jangled and slapped her thighs as she attempted in vain to avoid the merciless flogging that was continuing. At long last, Richard's grin betrayed his contentment. When he let go of Martha, she slumped to the ground and seemed to be lifeless and lifeless as she lay there.

Richard got an instantaneous pang of worry; had he overstepped his bounds? However, when he withdrew the clamps from her pussy and unbuckled the ball gag, she started crying, and he knew that she would be okay. When they become "zombies," that was when he had reason to be concerned. It would not be appropriate to terrify them to the point where they lost all of their faculties. He enjoyed it when his slaves were attentive and fully aware of everything that was going on around them. Richard continued to avoid talking to Martha, but he did kiss the top of her head before leaving to locate Steven so that Steven could take advantage of this delectable hard on.

When the door opened, Martha was fast asleep on the couch since there was nothing else to do. She awoke with a start when she realized, somewhat to her surprise, that she truly wanted to see Steven. She used this as an excuse by telling herself that it was unquestionably preferable than being alone herself. Because she didn't see Richard until after her third supper, she deduced that he must be working throughout the day. This led her to her conclusion. She had no watch or clock to depend on, and there was no window, so she calculated the passage of time based on when she ate. Steven was her regular and everyday company, and despite the fact that it looked strange, she came to nearly think of him as a friend.

But Steven wasn't the one who did it. It was Richard who did it. In addition to that, he was carrying a huge bag that Martha was certain contained some horrifying items. She started sitting up, trembling in sheer terror. "Good afternoon, cunt," Richard greeted his friend. "Hello, how are you? As her dread prompted her to speak, Martha recalled the lessons she had previously learned.

"I bid you a pleasant day, master. I am your slave cunt," she said after an almost imperceptible pause, but she pushed herself to continue. Richard's lips formed the beginnings of a grin by slanting ever-so-slightly upwards.

"That's exactly what you are, Martha. It's a good thing that you're beginning to understand it. To begin, let's begin our day by examining Steven's finished product. Turn over onto your back with your arms positioned behind your head and your legs wide apart. Martha complied with his instructions, but she did so with reluctance. The vivid image of his cane was still fresh in her mind. Richard's eyes swept over her body, and the sensation of his look was like fire moving all the way up and down her exposed skin. Leaning nearer her, he ran his fingers up her flesh, starting at her legs and working their way gently up to her pussy, which was exposed and exposed itself. Martha couldn't help but clamp her eyes tight, but she managed to keep her composure throughout the ordeal. The worry of his rage took precedence above any attempts at humility. Richard eventually got to his feet after a little pause. He did not seem to have any comments, which may indicate that he was content.

In conclusion, he said. "Ok, cunt chick. At this point, you may cross your legs. I've seen enough." Martha, to her credit, complied with the request and even made a protective gesture by placing her arms about her middle. Richard paid her no attention. "For our enjoyment together, I have prepared a few challenges for you to do today. To put it simply, for my own amusement. Both Steven and I have noticed that you have a very reserved personality and that you are humble to an unreasonable degree. While I choose a more straightforward approach, he enjoys the art of cajoling. I am going to assist you in getting over your feelings of modesty. I will assist you in coming to the realization that your humility is an insult to me; more specifically, a personal insult. A good slave has no sense of modesty whatsoever. That does not imply you engage in sexual activity with other people; rather, it indicates that you are entirely open to your master on every level. If your master wants you to do anything, you are not allowed to put up any resistance to it, regardless of how humiliating or demeaning other people may consider it to be.

"Now," he continued calmly, enjoying the look of terror on her face and the fear in her round, dark eyes, "you seem to be excessively prudish, even for a virgin, and I imagine you are also very, shall we say, private about your bodily functions. "Now," he went on calmly, enjoying the look of terror on her face and the fear in her round, dark eyes. "Now," he said calmly, "you seem to be excessively prudish, That is not going to cut it at all. When I'm through with you, you'll be able to urinate in front of me, move your bowels, make yourself climax in whatever position I have you in and whenever I want it, lick me clean from head to toe, and if that's what I want, swallow my semen and my pee. "

Richard halted abruptly as he became aware that the poor foolish cow had genuinely passed out for the second time. It certainly seem as if he did had that impact on the lady! It was becoming old very quickly. Despite this, Richard was always one step ahead of the game. He then grabbed a pitcher of cold water that he had brought in with him and poured it roughly over Martha's face and chest. Martha was visibly shaken up by the incident.

Martha spat and yelled, and she recovered consciousness almost immediately. Richard cautioned her, "Don't do it again," as if she had any influence over the waves of terror that had caused her to become so disoriented that she passed out. "The next time we meet, I'll bring this to your attention." Martha felt her breath stop in her throat as he removed a switchblade with a long handle from the rear pocket he had been carrying it in. She let out a startled breath as he opened the sheath with a flick of the blade. Once again, she experienced the now-familiar weight in her brain, the dizziness and nausea, as well as the little ringing in her ears, and she was aware that she might easily pass out once more. But he had assured her that she would be able to maintain control, and she has to.

It is true. As she concentrated on his shoes, which were deep dark brown leather boots, the dizziness in her head began to subside. She was able to make out the contour of his boots through his jeans. As he moved around behind her, he said the word "Better" to her. After a little pause, he walked up to the heap of items that he had dragged inside with him and then instructed everyone to "Stand up." It was done by her. "You are to take up this post." She stood in the position that he had told her to stand in before, with her fingers interlaced behind her head and her legs split neatly apart, as if she were a soldier at ease.

"Here, sip this," the host said. She wasn't sure whether she was meant to move from 'the position,' but he appeared to want her to take it, so she reached for the glass even though she wasn't sure if she was supposed to. Richard quickly snatched it away from her grasp and then pursed his lips before saying, "That was a test." You failed. You may be sure that I will reflect on your defeat and find a way to punish you for it. Ask first the next time. You are going to ask the person in charge, "Please sir, may I transfer out of position?"

Martha drew a coloration, feeling irritated that he had teased her in such a manner, but of course she did not dare to express her anger. Instead, she gave a little bow and said, "I'm sorry, sir," followed by, "Please, sir, may I move out of position?" Martha's fingers shook as she reached out for the offered glass after he gave her the sign of approval.