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19a - Left to Stew 2

A wicked grin crosses your face you quickly move to the table to set your evil plan in motion.  Your fingers take hold of the still damp and slimy vibrating egg and activate it, turning it to its maximum power.  In moments Breanne is moaning as you work it into her body, swirling the large purple vibrating toy around in her own copious juices.  A single push of your thumb drives the large device into her flower. 

The next item picked up from the table is a bit unconventional, and you quickly unwrap the cellophane.  Two small clamps are contained inside, each one attached to an actual vibrator.  They are small, and certainly not for embedding, but when activated it becomes immediately clear that whatever the vibrator is clamped too will feel the entire focus of the tiny tremor inducing machine. Clitoral stimulation is an art form and you decide that one of these clamps will work nicely.  You go to one knee and find Breanne’s clit.  She is already bucking slightly as the vibrating egg works its way through her loins.  Attaching the clamp is difficult, but well worth the trouble.  Breanne lets out a violent cry, her hips shaking wildly as the clamp tightens down on her clit.  Almost a minute of thrashing ensures that the biting toy will not fall off and you lift one hand to switch on the small vibrator.  The intensity of the shocks renders Breanne speechless, her voice gurgling with a plethora of tiny cries, whimpers, moans, and gasps.

For a moment you think about removing the weights from her nipples.  Each one is almost half a pound and while not incredibly painful, no doubt must ache.  But then you decide that removing them would not serve this young lady.  Instead, you replace them, changing each weight to something a little more intense.  In moments Breanne is whimpering as her breasts adjust to the full one pound iron balls hanging from each nipple.

She stiffens and lets out a cry of anguish, her need dominating her control.  You watch with pleasure as her thighs begin to tremble in their outstretched bonds and her bottom begins to bounce on the curved vault beneath her.

Your hands slide over her back and shoulders, down to her rear.   The tight puckered entrance is so exposed; you can’t help thinking that another opportunity exists.  You go back to the table and quickly find the perfect item.  In moments a rather bulbous vibrating plug is in your hand and you pour a copious amount of lubrication on the tip.  Turning it to its maximum intensity, you begin the process of working it into Breanne’s bowels, enjoying her squeals of discomfort.  Once it’s deeply embedded you step back to admire your handiwork.

You take your time putting on your trousers and even the service attendant is intrigued as you get dressed.  At one point Breanne lets out a loud cry and shudders, clearly experiencing her first orgasm.  As she sighs and then relaxes you give her tender bottom a light pat and motion the attendant over.

Extracting a one hundred dollar bill from your wallet, you offer it to the small wiry man who has so silently approved of your handling of the red-haired vixen bound to the vault.

“I was wondering if you would mind keeping her like this for another thirty or so minutes,” you ask politely, holding out the bill.  The attendant takes it with a smile. 

“Just thirty sir?”  his eyebrows shoot up.  You laugh and nod. 

“I don’t think it would be fair to keep her tied up any longer.”
“What if she cums, sir?” the attendant asks as Breanne makes another wailing moan.

You grin and rest one hand on Breanne’s still flushed bottom, giving her supple flesh a gentle squeeze.  She squeals.  A slight shrug makes your position clear.

“A time limit is a time limit,” you reply.

The attendant laughs. 

A tiny voice comes from Breanne.  “Please… please don’t leave me like this…” her words are cut off by another orgasm.

You move around to Breanne’s face.  Tears have leaked from her eyes and she is grimacing as the vibrations torment her over sensitized body. You notice the tremors, her muscles shaking like leaves as you kneel down, lifting her hair, kissing her softly.

“I really enjoyed torturing you.   Sorry to leave you like this.”  You pause, giving her a thoughtful look.  “Ok, not really.  I’m very pleased to leave you like this.  I hope you orgasm several times while you endure this.” You pat her cheek, stand up and then use your toe to send both weights clamped to her breasts swinging. Her squeal at the sudden burst of pain through the violent waves coming from the vibrators is particularly pleasant to your ears and you laugh, turning your back on her.

A quick glance around the torture chamber reveals that a number of other girls are in similar straights as Breanne, but none are as beautiful, none are as precious, and none are enduring the same brutal torment that you have inflicted upon your little slave girl.

The steps leading up to the VIP Lounge are quickly traversed and as the door closes behind you the muted squeals of a girl in sexual torment quietly fade.

Up stairs you take a moment in the restroom to freshen up, enjoying the complimentary toiletries and refreshments. You head back out to the VIP Lounge, trying to decide what you are going to do now.

You look down the hall.  Maybe a massage might be nice…

There were those other girls…

Or maybe it’s time to call it an evening…

You smile.

You stretch slightly.  At this point maybe a massage is just the thing.  Head down the hallway to the masseuse’s parlor. (1d)

Ask the waitress if that amazing thin and limber brunette, Megan is available (4a)

Earlier, the luscious blond Rebecca caught your attention, from her incredible curves to her wide hips.  You long to sink deeply into that comfort.  Let the waitress know that you’d like to buy Rebecca a drink as soon as she’s available. (4b)

It’s been a long and very satisfying evening, but it’s time to head home.  There will be other nights and more adventures. (The Exit)