Silver dagger: Chapter two.

Gabrielle's moans echoed in the darkness, as the contraption buzzed on, hour after hour. Intense orgasms were ripping her insides to shreds, and she was beginning to cramp from the contractions. The chains that connected her shackles to the moist, cement basement wall, echoed as she bucked to free herself over and over. The barbs were digging into the pink flesh of her tight, ravaged cunt, as she contracted with orgasm once again. Her screams were music to his ears, as he watched her from the bottom of the stone stair way that lead up to daylight, something she only glimpsed for a fleeting moment, barely remembering what it was.1

"That's right, my little slave bitch. Scream as my ravager tears your pussy apart for me!", he shouted, domineeringly, as he pushed a button on the inner thigh area of the strange pair of leather panties. The whirring of the contraption slowly died, as her cum trickled out through several straw like attachments, on the underside of the panties.2

He then reach around back of her, unbuckling the ravager, and tossing it aside. With  his free hand he reached for a key at his hip,and undid the shackles from around her feet. No sooner than this did she buck furiously, with a swift knee to his groin.3

"BITCH!", he shouted in pain, mixed with fury. "I'll teach you to kick your master, you filthy whore!", he shouted, with a swift back hand to her face. Almost immediately a mark in the shape of his hand appeared upon her cheek, and he took her legs in his hands, forcing them as far apart as they'd go, holding them far apart as she screamed from the pain of having her freshly wounded cunt spread so far. Taking his time now, he re-shackled her legs in this new position, and knelt down slowly, to press his full, hungry lips against her tattered labia. 4

"Mmmmm, absolutely delicious...", he muttered into her cunt, as the blood streaming from her wounded pussy hole trickled over his broad, probing tongue,and down his eager throat. His left upper and lower canines slowly sank into her swollen clitoris, and she bucked once again, resisting the chains that bound her.5

"No, you bastard!, you pig! stop! it hurrrtss!!!", she pleaded with her master of several months now. She still hated him, as much as she wanted him to fill her aching, lacerated sex with his own massive cock. She'd taken him in many times, and each time always felt like the first.6

A sudden urge then filled her as  she remembered  that fleshy massive rod of fiery sensation burrowing toward her core, time and time again, and she felt she should make it known.7

"Master, I want to suck you off! Please, fuck my throat like you always do!...please....", she looked down at him, his tongue now forcing its way into her recently enema cleaned ass, collecting up the vaginal fluids that had seeped southward. She still felt the burning there, from the scolding water he had used, but it didn't mater, she was only thinking of the taste of his manhood.8

"Very well, but afterwards, the foreplay begins...", he said, with a soft, mischievous laugh. a flashback of the dagger flitted through her mind, and she shuddered as the skin, surrounding the scar on her neck, was suddenly covered in goosebumps. His fingers grazed across her sweet, curvaceous lips, leaving traces of blood from when he'd been pumping his fingers in and out of her blossom. they slowly glided down, cupping her chin, for a fleeting moment of gentle caress, which quickly ended, as he forced her jaw downward, with two fingers, and placed the tip of his huge cock between her submissive jaws.9

"mmm....mmmmppph", she moaned against his sex, as she suckled roughly, putting her shackled hands on his ass, and pulling deeper, deep-throating him hungrily, bidding him to cum down her throat. "Fill my stomach, master", she thought to herself, as she grated her teeth against the underside of his shaft, her hands massaging his inner thighs, coercing moans from deep within his shuddering chest. For the first time, in the duration of this experience with her master, she finally felt she'd gained some  advantage, and suddenly bit down, as he came, and yanked  backwards as he screamed in a sweet solution of pleasure and pain. She knew he was pleased with her new trick, as she swallowed every last drop, smiling around his pulsing manhood.10

"Master, mmm.....", she cooed into  his crotch, " you taste so good..."11

"Not half as delicious as you, my Gabrielle", he whispered as he leaned down, removing from the ever present black bow that same, gleaming scourge she knew all too well. It was the dagger again, and she cringed as she watched him slide it, blade up, across the length of her still bleeding cunt, streams of the trickling cum laced effluence streaking down her thighs. He then lifted it slowly to his lips, and kissed it, then moving it to her own lips, forcing her to taste her own blood-cum mixture. She whimpered in fear of which part of her he would cut open this time, waiting for any part of her body to be ablaze with slow, grazing agony.12

"I'm going to unlock your bonds again.....", he warned," but if you kick me this time, I'll kill you, and fuck until you're dry as a bone. She could only nod silently, as she was choked by terror. He took her in his arms, for what seemed like an eternity he held her, dancing across the room, in a slow, erotic waltz. Each one's skin moved sensually over the others, and she was lost in awe of this new sensation, the terror leaving her body. Without warning, her face was slamming against the marble slab  she'd been bonded too the last time, and he was locking her down, handling her  more roughly than he ever had, and she was heart broken. 13

"master, please!", she started "Shut up bitch! You're  mine now!" he ordered her. She gasped once again, as the dagger's tip slid down her spine, slowly. She could feel his eyes, peeling her skin away, selecting which bit of flesh to open this time. All at once, the room was dark, and the air was filled with screams she didn't realize were her owns. her eyes were closed tight, and a bolt of pain was screaming up her spine. The dagger was in her ass, and her master was laughing evilly as he pumped it relentlessly in and out of her, his free hand plunging a thumb into her cunt, to open it, as he rammed himself into her in rhythm with the blade. Tears ran down her face, as she screamed, and trickled into her mouth, choking her, drowning her in agony...14

Hours later, Gabrielle awoke, her moans echoing through the darkness, as the machine buzzed on, and as she orgasmed, her ass contracted around the probing part of the now reversed, leather panties. This time there was no scream as the barbs seared through her virginal pink insides. She simply smiled, awaiting the next violent visit from her master. 15