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Fun with Cindy

Part 6

Chapter 6 Busy Work

Cindy must be kept occupied.  Theres plenty of sucking and fucking for her to do but theres so much time in the day that I need to invent ways to keep her busy.  She often finds herself working away at pointless tasks and of course, if she doesnt perform well enough, she must be punished.

My toy was wearing a single sleeve armbinder which locked her arms behind her back, making them useless to her and, incidentally, displaying her naked breasts quite nicely.  She was also holding a large butt plug in her bottom.  This was a result of her crying earlier when we re-watched news reports of her disappearance that I had recorded back when I made her mine.  Every time someone said “Cindy Laine” I had replaced the audio with a recording of Cindys own voice saying “worthless cunt”.

She had been sitting on my lap while I played with, pinched and sucked on her tits.  Seeing her family pleading for her safe return had set her off so I made her go get the big plug then insert and remove it over and over while we finished watching.  Every time she pushed it up her butt she repeated the phrase,

“Slave girls dont have mommies or daddies.”

That kept the tears flowing and when the video was finished, Cindy knelt in front of my chair and sucked me off, big wet drops still rolling down her cheeks.  After she swallowed my gift I allowed her to lay her head on my thigh, my cock still in her mouth of course.  I brushed my hand over her hair which seems to soothe her and she eventually calmed down.

I had placed a stack of one hundred bricks next to the wall of the playroom.  Each one had a wire tied around it and a small loop on top.  It had taken a while to prepare this.  The bricks were stacked in a pyramid with space between each brick for the loops of the lower level to stick up. The things I do for Cindy.

“Sweetie, I need those bricks moved.  Would you help me with that?”

“Yes, master.”

“Thank you, dear.  Go to the punishment room and get the clover clamps for your nipples.”

“But my arms are tied, sir.”

“Well youll just have to figure it out you stupid whore.”

“Yes, sir.”

Sometimes its like shes not even trying.  The clover clamps are connected by a chain about 18 inches long.  She came back holding the chain in her mouth.

“Good, now go put on your black high heels, honey.”

The shoes she stepped into were black and shiny, about four inches tall.  Cindys had plenty of practice in high heels but these slow her down some.  I locked the heels on her feet using the built in straps so I wouldnt have to worry about her cheating while I was gone.

“Face me and bend over at the waist.  Jiggle them for me.  Good, now hold still.”

I secured the clamps to her sensitive nipples and adjusted them several times, making my slave grimace and bite her lower lip.  Ive never found clover clamps that hold on tight enough so I always keep rubber bands wrapped around the prongs that do the pinching.  These would practically pull her nipples off before letting go.

“Jiggle them for me again.  Thats nice, you can stop now and stand up straight.”

I clipped a hook onto the chain between the clamps.  It slid down to the lowest point on the chain and hung with the hook pointing away from Cindy.

“You look fantastic.  We need to get some pictures for your scrapbook.”

She really did look amazing and I took several photos of her dressed up in her heels, armbinder, collar, nipple clamps and of course the large butt plug.

“Enough posing, slave.  Time to get to work.  Youre going to pick up each brick with the hook between your tits and carry it to the other wall, inside the area marked out with tape.  I want them stacked neatly. Do you think you can do that?”

“Yes, sir.  Ill do my best.”

“Good, I know you will. Now, I dont want you getting lazy so Im going to give you a time limit.  I want those bricks moved in an hour.  For every brick not moved you will receive a punishment.  Ive written it down on this index card and Im leaving it on the table.  You can flip it over to see what will happen or, if youre smart, use that time to move bricks.”

“Yes, sir.”

Cindy spoke with a worried look on her face.  She knows that sometimes I give her a reasonable task and other times an impossible task in order to punish her.

“Since I love you so much, Ill coach you through the first brick and it wont even count towards the hour.”

“Thank you so much master!”

“Get your ass over to the wall.”

As Cindy tottered over to the bricks and bent over to hook and lift the first one I kindly encouraged her with the riding crop.  The frown and pouty lip she gave while taking the weight on her nipples was priceless.  Smack, smack!

“Get your worthless ass over there, cunt!”

I prodded her towards success with the crop while she continued to make pathetic whining sounds.  After about 3 minutes from her start, she set the brick in the defined area and I gave her a particularly vicious blow and said,

“That wont be fast enough, sweetheart. I guess youll find out the punishment whether you lift the card or not.”

I waked to the table next to my chair and pressed start on the timer.  As it started down from 60 minutes, Cindy scampered back to the stack of bricks. I went upstairs to get some work done.

I checked in on my toiling slave from time to time over the video system.  She would hustle over to the stack of bricks but once she had one on the hook she moved much more slowly.  The swaying weight must have hurt her delicious nips quite a bit.  Even watching by camera I could tell they were being stretched towards the floor.

When I came back down, she was failing miserably, much to my delight.  I watched most of a circuit and when the timer sounded I stopped her as she was carrying a brick to the far wall.

“Hold it there, slave.”

I counted the bricks in the destination since there were clearly fewer there and found thirty had been moved.

“Thats 70 bricks you didnt move, slave. What did you do, take a nap?  Tell me, what do you think the punishment will be?”

Cindy was pleading with her eyes but that day I was going to hurt her sexy little body and nothing she could do would change that.

“A stroke for each brick I didnt move, master ?”

“Bad guess, darling, but a good idea. Wait there.”

I went into the punishment room and came back with a rope and a cane.  I tied the end of Cindys single sleeve to an eyebolt in the ceiling, forcing her to bend over in a painful strappado.  I instructed her to count and thank me for each stroke then I drew back and slammed the cane into her smooth white bottom. Jerking forward pulled on her arms and set the brick hanging from her nipples swinging.  Still, she managed to obey,

“One.  Thank, you sir.”

After thanking me for the twentieth blow, Cindy asked,

“Master, will you please take the brick off?  My nipples hurt so much.”

“Okay, sweetheart, but well have to change the rules a little.  Now kiss me while I take off your pretty clamps.”

I squatted down in front of her and she lifted her head, pressing her soft lips against mine. As I made out with my gorgeous slave I reached down to her breasts and removed both clamps at the same time.  I pinched and pulled her nipples as the fresh blood flowed back into them.  Our mouths never parted as she groaned.  Finally pulling away I told her,

“Your lazy ass has taken the punishment so far but it was your tits that failed to move all the bricks so they need some attention too, slut.  From now on, instead of thanking me, you will count and then tell me if you want the next one on your titties or ass.”

Cindy chose to take most of the last 50 on her ass but whenever I felt like beating her hanging breasts I would lay several strokes in a row on the same spot until she elected to take some on her lovely chest.

By the end of the caning I was rock hard.  When I presented my penis front of her face she got straight to work.  After enjoying her attentions for a few minutes I backed up and ordered her to turn around.  I took the plug out and explained,

“I need to use your asshole, slave.  Your best friend needs another hole to stay cozy and warm in. Turn back to me.”

I slid the plug into her reluctantly opened mouth.  Her bright blue eyes were brimming with tears.  Turning her again I penetrated her tight shit hole.

“Thats wonderful slave.  Squeeze me in your nasty asshole.  Oh yes, good girl.  I can tell why your best friend likes it so much in here.”

I moved in and out of Cindys butt relishing the fact that I was taking my pleasure from something that used to be so privately hers.  I could almost feel the shame burning inside her.

I pulled myself out and ordered her around.  I took the plug from her mouth, spun her, put it back in its place, spun her and allowed her to suck me.  The plug and I made so many circuits between her ass and mouth she must have been getting dizzy.

When I was ready to cum I pushed into her recently caned ass, reached around and cupped her tits and finally filled her with my semen.

“Thank you, slave.  That was nice.  Lets get your friend back where it belongs.  There, now look what a mess youve made on my cock.  Youre such a dirty thing.  I dont know how you can put it in your mouth right after anal sex like this.”

After Cindy had washed me spotless I untied her armbinder from the ceiling.  I took her to the bathroom and cleaned her up.  Walking back into the play room I asked her,

“Well, honey, shall we take a look at the card and see what your punishment will be?”

“But you just punished me, master!”

“That was your idea, remember?  Now its time for your real punishment.”

“Oh, I cant take any more, master!  Please.  Please no more.  No more punishment, please?”

I took her in my arms and held her while she wept into my shoulder.  I stroked her hair while I spoke.

“I know you cant take any more, dear.  But youre going to have to.  You were a bad slave and you must be punished.  Now lets see what the card says.”

I held the card out so she could read it and the poor thing just collapsed into a sobbing puddle of slave girl.  Her sentence was 5 minutes riding the wooden pony for each brick not moved.  I love the wooden pony but I only subject Cindy to it on rare occasions.  I wouldnt want it to lose any of its magic in my mind with overuse.  This would only be her second experience with it.

The first time I asked Cindy to suck me clean after fucking her ass, she had refused.  I put her on the wooden pony and after riding for 15 minutes she was begging to wash my cock.  I kept her on for 15 more minutes while making her describe in detail how she wanted to taste her own filth and please me.  That innocent young girl desperately pleading for such degrading and horrible treatment is a very special memory.

I knew she wouldnt be able to walk herself to the dreaded torture devide so I attached a leash to her collar.  I half dragged her on her hands and knees to the punishment room, telling her,

“Stop your blubbering, you brought this on yourself.  Youll have plenty of time to cry during your pony ride.”

My wooden pony is a rod, one inch in diameter and three feet long.  At each end it is clamped to a vertical pole which reaches from floor to ceiling.  The clamps can be loosened to slide up or down the poles so the wooden rod can be adjusted to the proper height.

I lifted Cindy up and placed her straddling the wooden pony.  It was a few inches below her slit.  I shackled her ankles to the short chains connected to rings set into the floor, keeping her feet shoulder-width apart.  The single-sleeve was once again tied to the ceiling.  Her shoulders must have been aching but her tits stood out so wonderfully.  Additionally, pulling her arms up behind her forced her to lean forward, ensuring a good ride.

“Youve earned yourself 350 minutes on the wooden pony, slave.  Now, tippy toes!”

I lifted the rod into the cleft of her womanhood and locked it in place.  Even with the heels on she had to raise herself up.  Standing as high as she could, there was no pressure on her precious vagina.  If she relaxed her calves, her weight would be placed mainly on her clit, thanks to her bent forward posture.  In the relaxed position, the heels would provide some support, preventing permanent damage even if she were all the way down on them for a long time.

“Oh god! You cant leave me here, sir!  How could you do this to another person?”

“Silly cunt, youre not a person.  Youre a set of holes to be used.  Thats how I can do this to you.  Since youve forgotten your place and questioned me Im going to round your punishment up to an even six hours.”

As I spoke, I set a large digital timer, started it and hung it on the wall where Cindy could see it.  I also found her a pretty pink ball gag.  I stuffed it into her beautiful, tear-stained face and buckled it tightly behind her head.  Then I stood back a waited for the ride to begin.

Poor Cindy was tired from all her fun earlier and it was only a few minutes before her legs were unable to hold her up.  With a tortured groan from behind her gag, she used the last of her strength to lower herself slowly onto the pony.  The pain was written on her adorable face.  This was going to be hell for her.

She soon found the energy to raise herself off the cruel rod again but she couldnt last long.  The second time she dropped onto the pony she shifted herself slightly to avoid more pain in the same place that had been hurt before.  It was the beginning of a beautiful process in which Cindy would torture her own pussy as thoroughly as possible, hurt joining hurt until it was one big source of agony.

“Have a good ride, sweetie.  Ill be back to check on you.”

I left her to suffer alone for a couple hours.  When I returned her entire body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat.  She was rising and falling more frequently now, her legs spent but the resting position unbearable.  I stood next to my slave, lightly resting one hand on her abdomen and the other on the curve of her ass.  Her body moved up and down between my hands, continuing to ride the wooden pony.  My hand moved gently over the welts on her sexy behind.

Looking over at me, her eyes begged for mercy but found no reprieve.  Cindy had managed to lean back a bit, choosing to wrench her shoulders further in order to protect her clitoris.  It was all part of the torture as this only served to expose the lower parts of her womanhood to the ponys effects.

I decided that her clit had been given enough of a break.  I brought over two steel rods, a quarter inch in diameter, 18 inches long and a pair of steel rings.  The rings just fit both rods so that when the rods were parallel with a ring at each end, there was no space between them.  With just one ring in place, I was able to separate the bars into a narrow, sideways “V” shape.  Situating the rods in front of Cindys tits, I captured both nipples between then and closed down.

Her sweet buds were crushed as I forced the ends together and put the ring in place.  There was now a narrow space between the rods where the nipples held them apart.  For her part, Cindy held fairly still, not that she had much choice, but what had been a constant groaning became a full-throated scream from behind her ball gag.

I secured a heavy wire around the bars, in between her clamped tips.  As I drew the wire towards the vertical post in front of her, she shook her head pleadingly.  I calmly returned her stare and nodded.  I pulled her forward by her nipples until she was back in the position I wanted, hurting the sensitive nub between her thighs that gives other girls so much pleasure.

Bending down to her I kissed her softly on the cheek and whispered,

“Look, honey, its been two and a half hours.  Youre almost halfway done.”

I walked away again, leaving Cindy to entertain herself on the wooden pony.

After she had been riding for a couple more hours I returned.

“Ive been thinking, slave.  It wasnt very fair of me to make you wear those heels while you worked.  They must have slowed you down and been very uncomfortable.  Well, I cant change what happened but I can correct the situation now.”

To Cindys dismay, I knelt down and removed her high heels.  Now when she came down from her tip-toes, there was absolutely no support for her legs.  With a pat on the ass, I left her again.

I got back to the punishment room with 30 minutes left on the timer.  I expected to see my slave broken, just slumped forward and unresponsive.  To my amazement, she was still as upright as possible.  I observed her for a few minutes and, god knows how, she wasnt riding anymore.  Her legs were locked in that tension-filled position which kept her off the wooden pony.

I was certainly impressed but I wasnt about to allow her to avoid the rest of her torture.  I released the chains of her ankle cuffs from the floor and fastened them together around the vertical post behind her.  With her legs pulled back from under her, there was no escaping the unrelenting rod pressing into her snatch.

This brought about a wonderful reaction from my slave.  She shook her head as if she could deny the pain and screamed her pleas at me, spittle flying from around her gag.  In her desperation she even thrashed her entire body as much as her bonds would allow but this must have made things worse as she quickly stilled herself.

I brought the masters chair into the punishment room.  I sat down and put my feet up on Cindys whipping bench to view the rest of her wooden pony ride and enjoyed her suffering while the timer ran down.  At times like this I wish I had a second slave to suck my cock. While I thought about how difficult my situation was, Cindy cried her eyes out.  At the end of her ordeal I went to her and said,

“Its over, slave.  All we need to do is get some pictures for you to remember the experience by.”

I put a small, pink cowgirl hat on her and took several shots.  The agony etched on her face was gorgeous.  She was clearly trying to communicate something to me.  Removing her gag from her slobber covered lips unleashed a torrent of pleas,

“Oh master, please let me off!  It hurts so bad, please!. The timer stopped, its time to let me off sir, the timer, master, the clock!”

“Sh sh sh, I know sweetie but I just need a good picture of your worthless, lazy ass riding the pony before I take you off.  Give me a good smile, dear.”

Cindy sobbed and pulled her cheeks back in a pathetic attempt at a smile.  I took several pictures but her lips stretched back in pain ruined her usually charming smile.  I told her,

“Slave, you need to show me how much you love your pony and give me a real smile or you can just stay there.  Is that what you want?”

“No sir, you said no more, its time now, the timer ended!  Please let me off, please now?”

“Oh sweetie, I want to let you off of your pony but I need a pretty picture first.  Give me a good smile!”

Poor Cindy actually managed a decent smile.  I took several pictures, each capturing the forced expression and the suffering in her eyes.  After a minute or so I told her,

“See, you just have to cooperate and youre done with the punishment.”

I removed her restraints and squeezed her tight buttocks in my hands as I lifted her clear of the wooden pony.  She let out a sigh and went slack.

She was nearly unconscious as I carried her upstairs.  There was a hospital bed in the guest room and I laid her limp body down, securing her arms and legs with locking straps.  I started an IV to replenish her fluids and provide some nutrition.  There was a pain-killer as well.

She would need a few weeks of recovery.  During that time she would not be tortured and her only responsibility would be getting me off.  I planned to make good use of her battered pussy, starting first thing the next morning.  For now though, I pulled up the blankets, brushed a few stray hairs from her face and kissed my sleeping slave on the forehead.

“Goodnight my love. Unpleasant dreams.”


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