The Fire Within - Part Two

Carrie was seeing everything through a haze of red. It wasn't anger but the eyecovers on Julia's Iron Maiden. She wasn't exactly enjoying the view though, as she was overly distracted by another jolt coursing through her pinned body. There was an electrical unit attached to the outside of the metal shell and random bursts would have sent her thrashing if there was any room to do such. As it was, she couldn't so much as twitch her arse because of the blunted spikes. The Maiden's hands had an interesting design as well: Mitten like, they held fast each digit allowing no movement whatsoever. The worst torment was her chastity belt, which had been left on when she was placed in this ungodly contraption. Each jolt traveled from the skin of the Maiden through the spikes and through the shafts inside her belt sending incredible amounts of pleasure into her sex and anus. However, the timer on the device was cruelly set to keep her in a constant state of arousal but deny her release. She was on fire with no chance of cooling herself.

As a powerful surge ran through her, she felt more of her juices leak down her legs. Her toes were already soaked and she began to wonder; if she were left in here long enough, would she drown in her own fluids? She was almost sure Julia wouldn't leave her in here that long....almost.

Locked as she was in the moment, Carrie thought back to the events of the past few months that led to her total enslavement to her so cruel and exacting Mistress.

Six Months Ago:

"What the hell is THIS?!"

"It's a Chastity Belt."

"Why is it on me?"

"You don't like it?" she asked mockingly.

"Fuck no!! Let me outta this thing!!"

"Tsk tsk tsk! That's no way for my lil slave to be speaking to her Mistress."

"Look...games are good and all, but I want to cum...NOW!!"

"Well, that's just too bad cause you're gonna be in that for a while," she laughed.

Carrie was strapped down on the inverted "Y" and totally helpless to Julia's whims. Julia hooked the tens unit to the chastity belt and turned it back on. She laughed as the sylph like redhead danced against her bonds. She thrashed her head and wailed at the top of her lungs. The jolts were much worse now, with the two shafts on the inside of the cb conducting them.

"You stay here a while, I'll be right back."

Carrie was screaming, "No! NOOO!! You can't leave me here like this!! Julia!!!!!!!"

Her screams echoed off the stone walls for the next two hours as she jerked against the cuffs with every burst. She was totally exhausted by the time Julia returned.

"Thirsty?"

Carrie could barely nod her head. She was so tired, she just wanted to curl up and sleep but she knew she would not get the chance just yet. As soon as she was released from the table her hands were secured behind her back and a leash was attached to her collar. She leaned heavily on Julia as she was led across the room. She was so glad to be free of the tens unit she barely realized she was being led toward the Rack. Carrie tried to resist when she was shackled down but was too weak from her shocking experience just moments ago. This was of course the reason for such treatment. She was now as weak as an infant and just as helpless.

Her wrists and ankles locked in place, Julia proceeded to stretch her taut as only the rack can. When she was pulled to the absolute limit of her body's elasticity, Carrie saw Julia brandishing a long, thin whip of leather wrapped bamboo slivers.

The first blows landed on her tightened torso, leaving immediate red lashes on her downy skin. Carrie would have screamed but was too out of breath from the past few hours, and was forced to feel the full effects of the lash without the release of crying out.

The blows came faster and faster, leaving a lattice across her waist, breasts, and hips. There was no respite from the horrible pain that filled her mind now. It wasn't until she felt a probing hand swipe across her dripping cunt that she realized the blows had stopped.

"Drippy again. You seem to like this despite your protests. Quite the interesting mindset, eh?"

A choked cry was her only response.

"I have a bit of a proposition for you, sweetie. How would you like to be my personal lil sex toy? Now, now. No need to respond right this instant. Think it over and sleep on it tonight. You can give me your answer in the morning."

As the implications of what she was just offered began to sink in, Carrie was again unbound and reshackled. With her hands behind her back, she was led to a small antechamber attached to the dungeon's main room. Here, there was a small cot and a sink. Despite the rather spartan furnishings, she was beyond happy to see the cot, for she wanted nothing more than to be left alone long enough to let sleep come and find her.

She was lain down on the cot and her hands were secured to a small ring in the wall, her collar was then secured to the cuffs around her wrists, and her face ended pressed against the cold stone. There was no pillow, she had to lean her shoulder up to get the smallest amount of cushioning for her cheek to rest upon. Her ankles were bound together and a thin blanket was pulled up to her chin. Julia kissed the top of her head and left, Carrie heard the rather audible "CLICK!" of the lock on the outside of the door. Before she could drift off to a blissful sleep, Julia's words came back to her in a rush.

Her personal sex toy?! What did she mean by that?? Did she mean she wanted her like this always? Or was this just some sorta game she had never heard of yet? Did she even want to consider it? If she didn't, why did her body tremble at the thought? Why was her cunt burning with a desire, the likes of which, she had never known? Why was her aching cunt in so much pain? Was it truly because she wanted just what Julia had offered? Or was it just an aftereffect of the nights activities? Oh, God! She wanted to touch herself! She wanted it soo badly! This was like nothing she had ever done before. This was a great deal more involving than OTK spanking on occasion. This was ownership! She knew that was what Julia wanted, she knew she would settle for nothing less. But did she herself want that?

Carrie squirmed as well as she could hoping to make the shafts buried inside her move a little. Hoping to relieve some of the horrible burning inside her moist slit. Sadly she could do no such thing. The shafts were cleverly designed to prevent ANY sexual relief and after a few futile minutes of trying to get herself off, Carrie collapsed in frustration and fell asleep.

Two weeks later:

How Carrie wished she had asked more questions. She was not so happy in her new situation as she had believed she would be. The sex was beyond anything she had imagined, but EARNING her releases was another story. She hadn't understood what Julia had meant by that and now wished she had asked. She hadn't had an orgasm in over a week now and was getting a lil desperate. Julia, or as she now had to call her, Mistress wanted her to spend the day in suspension. So she was dangling from the ceiling by her wrists, ankles, and nipples. As she hung there trying to find the balance between her own weight pulling her down and the weights Mistress had attached to her abs, shoulders, and via a buttplug to increase the strain, she could only whimper out the smallest cries of distress. An inflatable gag filled her mouth and pressed her tongue flat against the bottom of her throat.

The worst was the plug which all but filled her anus. It wasn't so much long as it was wide, though tapered at the base to prevent it from slipping out. It provided a constant stimulation; stretching her and pulling against the weight. The pain wasn't so bad compared to the flaming desire she felt knowing she was totally helpless until Mistress decided to let her go.

She was not wearing the steel chastity belt. The one she had now was a long term model that could be worn for days or weeks at a time. It also allowed her to use the bathroom freely. In fact, the only times it HAD to come off was when she was on her period and once every two weeks for cleaning. She was told this by Mistress and told that they would be testing this claim. Carrie had paled at the thought of being locked up for weeks at a time and was also terribly excited by the ideal of Julia controlling her orgasms.

Speak of the Devil! In walked Julia... err, umm... Mistress.

"Having fun?"

A severely muffled noise was the only response she could manage.

"Do you want down now?" she asked with a truly wicked smile. Carrie was wearing a neck brace which held her head totally immobile and with the gag, she was completely unable to give the answer she so desperately wanted to give.

"No? Okay you can stay a while longer then," she laughed as she left the room, tears streamed down Carrie's face. She had every intention of leaving her lil slave like this for at least another two hours. This was soooo much fun!!

Two hours seemed to drag by at a snails pace, until Mistress came back and began to unbind her. Her wrists felt raw and her nipples were terribly inflamed. When her hands were secured behind her again, Mistress ran her so soft hands over her aching red nipples. She moaned at the touch which only further inflamed her already desperate orgasm denial. When Carrie tried to push herself against her Mistress, she was shoved down on her knees and told to service her Mistress. As her tongue probed the moist folds of her vagina, she felt herself getting wet again, and silently cursed the damnable belt which cupped her tender, hairless mound.

Several weeks later, Carrie awoke from her revelry and saw through the Maiden's eyes the eyes of her Mistress smiling back at her. The now familiar sound of the locks on the Iron Maiden being open was a great relief to her ears. Once she was freed from the contraption, Carrie collapsed against Julia in a desperate embrace. She brazenly kissed her Mistresses soft lips and was overjoyed to find her returning her kiss with ardent pleasure.

Carrie ran her hands over Julia's body, groping her and felt her tender hands roaming over her skin. When they broke from their kiss, Carrie ran her moist lips over Julia's cheek, to her long graceful neck, and down her collarbone to gently suck on her ample teats. She moaned with the pleasure her slave gave her and gripped her hair tightly, holding her against her as she sucked both her tits and lightly bit their amiable tips.

As she brought moan after moan, and the soft, whimpering cries she loved best from her adored Mistress, Carrie felt further moisture leak from her belt. Her sex was alive and tingling and terribly desperate. When she looked up from her place of worship, at the body's alter, and beseeched her Mistress for mercy with her eyes, tears began to stream down her already wet cheeks as she saw her dangle the key to her chastity belt before her!

With the belt off, Julia and Carrie were locked in a 69 position for nearly an hour as they forced each other to cum again and again and again, until both collapsed, exhausted.

Cuddled together as they were, on the cold floor of Julia's dungeon, Mistress and slave kept one another warm in each others arms. They looked into one another's eyes and spoke their love and devotion, and shared another kiss. Gentle this time, their mutual passions quenched, for the moment. When they finally found their feet, Julia offered the belt to Carrie without a word. She stared at the contraption for a few minutes, before taking it and sliding it into place. Once the lock snapped shut again, she looked at her Mistress, and smiled.

The End

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