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The Tom Tom Club Chapter 3The movie resumed, as Ket could tell from the pause screen, it was Dara, just waking up in a small room. The sound of chains clinking filled the small space, like some hellish jingle bells. Ket’s eyes zoomed in, vaguely aware of her growing interest.Dara(Ket) woke up blearily. She could feel the weight of the chains around her and knew he had lied to her about being less restrained. She tried moving her hands, to her surprise they moved almost without effort, she touched her face, no gag, though her jaw still felt the effects of wearing it. She was aware of a burning sensation on her buttocks, and in a flash of time, memory and nerve center collided to reawaken the searing pain in her ass.Tom had laid her down on her stomach, she was still trying to get adjusted to the strong light in the room, as she slowly got up. Once standing, she could better understand her situation. Though she had a far range of movement, everything was chained together. Hands, collar, and ankles were all linked, though true to his word, Dara(Ket) could easily move around, to an extent. Her hands were tied in front of her with the padded leather restraints, about a foot of chain slack between them, the midpoint of that chain was looped a few times through one of the slots on a thick waist belt similar to prison attire, from there the taut chain attached to a collar around her neck. Dara(Ket) could feel another chain attached to the rear of her collar, she tried with her hands to reach it, but couldn’t get them past her face. She slowly started moving away from the bed. On her third step she felt it, dead weight keeping her left leg from moving, she looked down at the chain attached to her ankle restraints. She had about a foot of slack down there as well, another chain however started from her left leg and made its way under the bed. Through her discomfort and burning ass, Dara(Ket) slowly managed to get down on her knees and peer beneath. She was attached to a metal weight, she went to grab it, thinking it was probably nailed to the floor, but was surprised to find it moved. Energized she lifted it by the handle and brought it out from under the bed. A label etched on the front stated its weight of twelve pounds. More than enough, Dara(Ket) thought. Satisfied she began to follow the chain on the back of her collar. It was lengthy, giving her freedom of movement throughout the room, which was at best an 8×9 box. She found its end on the wall to the right of the bed, linked and padlocked to an anchor embedded in the cement floor.Dara(Ket) went to sit down on the bed, not remembering her enflamed butt, she did so abruptly, and yelped a shrill cry as her sensitive ass signaled its displeasure. Quickly she covered her mouth, hoping she could take it back. Whatever was to come, she didn’t want Tom here now. Now was a time to regroup, perhaps even think. With her eyes finally adjusting to the light, Dara(Ket) looked over her surroundings. Her bed was a twin size mattress on what appeared to be a modular plastic frame, several holes were strategically placed on the headboard and bottom frame. She looked up to find several smaller anchors, similar to one her leash was attached to, located on the ceiling, no chains hung from them, yet. Over to her right were a toilet and sink, getting up carefully she walked over to them. Both were made of stainless steel so polished they gleamed off the bright light, hastily she drank from the sink faucet, relishing the relief of quenching her thirst. She walked over to the front of the room, there was a steel door with a tray hatch in the middle and a peep hole of black glass about six by six inches toward the top, she tried reaching her hands up to it, but hampered by the chain, came up short. She looked around for a handle on the cell door, not to find any. Suddenly it all came crashing down on her, she was in prison, an 8×9 concrete cell, no windows, no semblance of life, no clothes except her noisy chains, just her, a bare bones bed and bathroom. She could easily rot here if Tom wanted her too, and while a part of her saw this coming, there was simply no way to prepare for the imprisonment she now faced. As she sat, remembering her scorched bottom this time, her water filled stomach rumbled. She laid her head in her chained hands and softly began to cry. This was too much, at least the torture entailed interaction, this solitude, this confinement, was absolute and merciless. There was no point to resistance anymore. If he demanded it, she would grovel on the floor and swear allegiance to him for the rest of her days. Anything but this. Anything.Dara(Ket) lifted her woeful head from her hands. She couldn’t tell if she’d uttered those words aloud or not. Wondering how fragile her grip on sanity was, she laid back down to on the bed, looking up at the anchors hanging ominously from the ceiling. In an odd way she could take comfort in them, they weren’t here for nothing after all. Before long, whatever Tom wanted from her, he would have to come and get. As she pondered her future with utmost despair, the lights went out. She was again in complete darkness, she tugged on the chains for the comforting sound of their clinking, and curled up with her prison blanket. He had to be watching, listening. If he’d turned out the lights on her, it could only mean he wanted her to shut down for the night, assuming of course it was still night, in her concrete box, time stood still. Her body still ached, she tried to get as comfortable as she could, no doubt tomorrow would have other surprises, no doubt this diabolical nightmare would continue. It made sense to rest while she could.The next scene opened with Dara(Ket) soundly asleep in the same position, curled up in a ball, clutching her blanket. Gradually she came too, as she opened her eyes a blurry figure standing over her focused into Tom.”Sleep well?” he asked, difficult to grasp the inflection in his tone.Dara(Ket) began to rise, her bare butt throbbed anew as it brushed against the coarse sheets. She frowned involuntarily, upset with both his apparent sarcasm and her frustrating condition. Tom quickly took notice.”Oh I see we are moody this morning,” he began. How she loathed his disgusting sarcasm. “You know Ketbaby, I have ways to deal with that.”It was a sobering comment. All he had to do was leave her here again for several more hours and check on her mood then. Dara(Ket) shuddered at the thought, he had found the one torture she could not stand, this solitary inferno. She knew this room would strip her of her sanity and Tom was the only one preventing that. As groggy as she was, she snapped out of it. She got out of bed, got immediately on her knees before him and shouted: “YES MASTER! I AM SORRY FOR BEING RUDE! THANK YOU MASTER!”With that she lowered her body and buried her head in the ground, as if worshipping. “Well,” Tom responded somewhat taken aback by the unexpected outburst, “that’s better. You know you passed out on me yesterday. You didn’t give me a chance to do what I needed to.””I’m so-“”SHUT UP!” Tom screamed, smacking her bare ass with the riding crop he’d held behind his back. “I didn’t say you could talk, so don’t interrupt me.” As he hammered out that last sentence every syllable was punctuated with a strike to her newly pulsating ass.”So what we are going to do,” Tom continued somewhat regaining his composure, “is pick up where we left off. You are going to make your own soundtrack Ketbaby, just like sweet Daraswan, only she was a lot more cooperative than you, so I suspect your theme will be one of profound agony.”Dara(Ket) sat frozen. Her ass already ached, how much did he think she could take? And if she had passed out the first time what made him think anything else would happen today? Questions, questions, like buzzards circling expiring meat, they hung in the distance, only to be answered when it was too late.”Get up!” he hissed, seemingly angry with her.Dara(Ket) did as she was told. To her dismay he had the gag with him again, and wasted no time jamming it in her mouth. How she had wished for a chance to wash her face, gulp some more water, maybe use the toilet. All those simple pleasures were now erased from her list of possibilities, menial as they were.When he finished strapping her gag back on, Tom went to the twelve pound weight and unlocked her ankle chain from it. Brusquely he grabbed her arm and led her to the wall opposite the toilet and sink, clutching her neck he planted her face to the cement wall, its sandpaper finish millimeters away. Rapidly he unlocked the wrist chain from her collar and released it from the heavy leather belt around bahis firmaları her waist, then hung her arms over her head, attaching them to a hook on the wall, almost exactly like her bathroom bondage. Dara(Ket) stood in silence, fearful now to stir up any trouble. The hellish gag brought back an intolerable ache to her jawbone. Despite the long hours spent with it yesterday, it got no easier to manage today, in fact it was worse, within seconds the pain drowned out all coherent thought, screaming only its persistent misery.Tom returned to the room, Dara(Ket) was enveloped in such agony, she hardly noticed he was gone, which was good considering the panic his departure would have caused her. Despite this, despair filled her knowing every time he left her, she would wonder fearfully when he would return. So fearful as to wish his return in spite of what he would do, so fearful as to desire the pain and humiliation if only for the company. Dara(Ket) crumpled with defeat, now for sure all hope was lost.”All right Ketbaby, soundtrack time,” Tom spoke jovially, “let’s get you mic’d up here.”Tom came up behind her and taped a small microphone between her breasts, Dara(Ket) let out a muffled query which went unanswered. She saw the wire lead back to a shiny metal box, immediately a cold nauseating fear encompassed her. The memory of her cousin’s wailing, the continual pounding of whip on flesh, all of it crashed back into her with the reverberating impact of screams behind an oppressive gag. Now it was her. How long did that CD go on for? Hours, how many she could not know, two, four, six. How she wished she had been able to drink some water before this as her dry throat burned beneath the ball gag.Tom unhinged her collar from the long chain, letting it fall to the floor. He attached a new leash, much shorter, on her.”This will be your defining moment girl,” Tom whispered into her ear, “your time to star.” He finished by giggling his sinister cackle into her ear, causing a violent shiver up her spine. Tom began unstrapping her gag, suddenly relief was upon her, she could have beamed whatever odes to him he desired in that moment.”Oh Ketbaby, don’t be so happy,” Tom began sardonically. “I want you to repeat what I tell you, in a clear and loud voice understand?”Dara(Ket) nodded her acquiescence.”What did I tell yesterday about answering me?” he seethed into her ear as he struck her ass.”YES MASTER! THANK YOU MASTER!””Okay then, that’s better. Here I don’t want your voice going out on you,” he said placing a small paper cup to her lips, “I will give you water when you need it, if you really need some you can ask, but you’d better not interrupt anything or ask too often, got that?””YES MASTER! THANK YOU MASTER!”Tom seemed pleased, he withdrew the empty cup from her and gave her a playful tug on the leash. “Okay girl, show time. I want to hear: Master Tom-Tom I am your slave, use me to your liking.”When his request was met with silence, Tom responded by striking her rosy ass with the crop. “YOU CAN START ALREADY!” He screamed striking her several more times. Dara(Ket) pushed her sobs aside for the time and uttered: “M-master T-ttom T-tom I am…””LOUDER!” Again another strike.”MASTER TOM-TOM I AM YOUR SLAVE, USE ME TO YOUR LIKING!””See? That wasn’t so hard. Again, and don’t trail off,” he scolded as he struck her less harshly.Dara(Ket) repeated her allegiance over and over, constantly being pushed to be louder by unforgiving strikes to her wailing butt. As her ordeal deepened, Tom began striking her in mid-sentence, amusing himself by cutting her statement off with shrills of pain, only to act upset over her poor execution.She thought of her cousin, sweet innocent Daraswan, whom she had signed over to this sadistic lunatic. She wondered how her, initiation as it were, had gone. Had she spent such a long time chained to the floor of the basement, being used alternately as a cum rag and target practice for Tom’s riding crop. She wondered how her life changed, how devastating it must have been to go from seeming marital bliss to enslavement.Her responses were almost automatic now. They required no thought or even concentration, except on his voice of course. Only the pain was fresh, just when she thought it might all fade to one large ache, a new strike would explode upon a tender area, eliciting a shriek of newfound suffering. She wept uncontrollably, almost incognizant of it, helplessly providing ample material for Tom’s recording, then suddenly it stopped.Dara(Ket) was almost perplexed. She had counted on this lasting a lot longer. Without the constant strike of the riding crop, her sore ass seemed to engorge into a mass of fire. As it grew, she involuntarily pushed her rear out, anticipating the next strike, longing the next strike, but it was not forthcoming.Tom laughed wickedly as he noticed her beaten ass begging for more. “Aww Ketbaby, don’t you worry, we aren’t even close to done,” he managed through his malevolent delight, “I am going to give that sweet ass of yours a break though. The thing about the ass is, it can take so much, so it’s a great place to just whack away, but,” he trailed off as he reached around to her breasts, “there are so many other places, places where you have to be judicial with force, places that truly conduct pain.”As he finished he roughly pinched both nipples and turned them. “Don’t you think?” he queried, moving his hands up and down, still pinching, turning. Dara(Ket) bellowed in anguish. He only tightened his grip, “I asked you a question.””YES MASTER! THANK YOU MASTER! Tha-Thank you, than-“She faded out lost in a cauldron of agony and incoherence. Her lips continued mouthing soundless words, desperate pangs her shattered brain could not keep track of or stop. Please master, thank you master. Please, thank you. Master. Master. Master. Please.She looked down at her sore breasts, his hands were gone, but the pain remained. How she desperately wished she could touch them, cover them, instead her arms hung tautly above her, to her body they were utterly out of reach.Tom abruptly came upon her. He turned her around so she would face him, her eyes searched for his, trying to convey her submission, but he would not look at her. Quickly, as if desperate to protect himself from her stare, he blindfolded her. “I think you need a little help concentrating Ket,” he calmly voiced. “PLEASE MASTER! THANK YOU MASTER!”Tom continued unimpressed, “you know once your ass recovers, maybe a few months from now, I’m going to get you a nice little tatoo just like your cousin’s. TTC. The Tom Tom Club, you’ll both be my special members, my playthings, at my beck and call anytime. You should see Dara’s, it’s in black gothic copperplate, and there’s a banner beneath the letters that says ‘slave Dara’. I’ll have to think of a new one for you, though, maybe change some things. Maybe you can help, huh? Wouldn’t that be cool, designing your own ownership stamp?”As he talked Dara(Ket) could feel clamps being placed on her body. First the breasts, she tried keeping track of how many, but it was futile, he seemed to have an infinite number of them. She wondered where next, and to her dismay, he went straight for her pussy. Her subtle groans became horrified piercing screams. Not there. Not there. Not there, please. He moved along placing clamps down her inner thighs, some around the waist, just beneath the armpit, the upper arm. Her protestations died down somewhat as she learned the pain thus far was not too bad, still she could not help her whimpering.”Yeah not too bad right now huh?” Tom snided. “It’s all just a cycle Ketbaby. You are in the biggest shit storm of your life, but right now it’s letting up a bit. Your ass maybe on fire, but at least it isn’t being beaten, and those clips, well you get used to them, and it isn’t so bad. But sweetie, I didn’t put them on you for the mild discomfort you feel now. You know that, that’s why you scream, you know something horrible is coming, and it is, but who knows when we’ll get there.”He walked away, within moments she heard a lighter flickering, followed by Tom coming back, her nose filled with the aroma of a scented candle, then the warmth of a flame.”Now I’m going to secure these little monsters,” Tom continued coolly, “let them set a bit for my next surprise. I think you’ll be quite impressed Ketbaby, this one’s really going to blow your mind.”Dara(Ket) sensed the wax being poured over her right breast, a piercing pain which evaporated quickly. Instinctively she lowered her eyes to her chest, but all was black, she felt more wax lumped on top.”Got to have a good seal on these,” Tom resumed in his icy kaçak iddaa tone, “that’s the key.”Dara(Ket) felt him move to her left breast. Again the sharp burn, she gritted her teeth against it, glad for its brevity. In this absence of acute suffering she could only wonder what was on the horizon, a condition in many ways worse than the pain. Tom proceeded much the same to the other places where she’d been clamped. The entire ordeal lasted quite some time, the wax seemed quite heavy to her, especially on her chest. In her tortured mind she saw him smiling, pouring hot wax over every last clamp on her body, his face contorting with satanic glee, a diabolic nightmare come to life.”Well I think that pretty much does it girl,” he sighed, “we need to give it some time to harden of course, and I’ve got one other detail to get to. Here some more water?””YES MASTER! THANK YOU MASTER!””Good girl,” he hissed through his salivating mouth, “very good.”Dara(Ket) guzzled the four ounces in the paper cup, wishing for more.”Now, I need you to be very still, whatever happens, keep still, trust me it’s for your own good.”Dara(Ket) swallowed hard. It was coming, whatever evil deed was in the works it was upon her now. In the darkness she heard metal clanging against the floor, fear gripped her, for whatever reason, she knew this was going to be the height of her storm, and she had to survive. The metal stopped clanging, she could feel it beneath her, inches from her wax and clamp laden vagina. She held her breath in dreadful anticipation, but nothing came. She heard him step behind her, then to her shock he roughly grabbed her aching ass and began vigorously rubbing her anus with some sort of oil. She gasped with fresh pain as her butt screamed, but within its racked flesh she could not deny the ecstasy of the rubbing motion and the oil. As she involuntarily groaned her pleasure, Tom’s lips spread in a contorted smile. With her blindfolded, he felt unstoppable.”Feel good Ketbaby?” he quizzed as the rubbing came to a halt.Dara(Ket) could only continue her panting, still trying to comprehend the cessation as her anus resonated with quickly diluting euphoria. Tom didn’t bother to punish her for her non-response, instead he welcomed her absence of thought, absence of rationale. It was a satisfying achievement to know she was speechless, perhaps the best possible of outcomes.As her panting died down and Dara(Ket) could hear her own voice again over the din of a pounding heart, she had a moment to realize what those metal sounds were, or at least where they were destined to.No more had she thought it than it happened. She heard Tom make a slight adjustment to the metal stand, and poof! The dildo it was supporting slid right into her asshole. Dara(Ket) gasped, with the aid of the oil, the insertion was effortless, pain-free, but now having filled her with its total size, came the discomfort of having it stuck up her ass, way up. She moaned her discomfort, swaying from side to side in an effort to ease it.Tom violently grabbed her leash and yanked it. “STOP THAT! What the hell is wrong with you? I told you to stay still damn it!”Dara(Ket) sobbed out her apology. Damning herself for again forgetting an instruction so quickly. “I know you think this is just another discomforting device,” Tom began noticeably upset, “but it’s more, just like those damn clamps and the candle wax covering them. It’s not about your discomfort Ket, it’s about your submission. Anytime I spend on your worthless ass, is always about your SUBMISSION.”He accented that final word with a thunderous whap of the riding crop across her butt. Involuntarily she inched up on her toes, actually giving her a split second reprieve against the dildo, but she came crashing down on it a split second later, agonizing as her invader probed deeper.”I think it’s time we got on with it,” Tom said through naked rage. “This is the crescendo Ketbaby, and your lesson for the day at that. That dildo you find so distressing is wired to send an electric shock up that ass of yours anytime you move more than one point five inches in any direction, that includes up and down. I’ll control the severity of the shocks, so the better you handle them, the less zap in your trunk. That’s the good news girl, the bad news is those clamps are coming off the same way I got that water off you.”A deathly silence hung in the room as if the Reaper himself had entered. Dara(Ket) gulped hard, she could not see the clamps or the clumps of wax, but felt them seemingly everywhere. This was indeed the perfect storm, a morbid climax of fear and anguish, she prayed for survival, for now there was nothing else.”I hope you are ready,” Tom’s voice broke her silent angst, he slid up behind her and whispered, “just think of all the people who will delight in your shrills, in days your admirers will be all over the world, they’ll talk about you in message boards, chat rooms, you’ll be a star Ketbaby, this will be a classic.”He stepped back, she heard him click something, and then a low, steady hum rapidly ran up the metal stand and through her dildo. Dara(Ket) braced for an impact, but none was forthcoming, the hum remained constant but minute. Oddly enough it was somewhat arousing, gently she bopped, knowing her space limitation, and found it comforting, like some twisted foreplay she was slowly getting herself getting worked up.Lost in her revelry, Dara(Ket) had no time to brace as she heard the crop slice through the air in front of her and come colliding down on her left breast. She let out an unspeakable shriek, like a banshee howl riding a storm wind, her breast throbbed with excruciating pain. Breathless for seconds the ache pounded from chest to brain, like a bullet train crashing, over and over again. In the incoherence she lost her balance and set off the dildo. Volts jolted up her anus, as she recovered her breathing, a new deafening wail emblazoned itself on the soundtrack, her limbs trembled electric, breath now was but fodder for screams, and through it all, only darkness and the voice of evil.”You know,” Tom began pausing for emphasis, “it’s going to get a lot worse.”Dara(Ket) screamed anew. She was in hell, that fact struck her with undeniable force. Muttering to herself she wished she could return to her cell. Even her coarse blanket would be a beacon of tenderness in this ocean of maddening pain. Again she heard the whoosh of the crop, this time she had a moment to steel herself before impact. Again her breast exploded in agony, but she was able to keep herself from reacting too strongly, holding her stance amid vibrant pain and guttural releases. She believed it a small victory, until he destroyed her with a casual remark.”I don’t get it, this stupid clamp just won’t come off,” Tom mused innocently, “I mean beating the wax off takes a while sure, but two whacks is usually it for the clamp. Here let me see if I can’t loosen it up a bit.”Dara(Ket) could feel the crop close to her breast, instead of crashing down on it, Tom placed the end into the tail of the clamp. After a brief hesitation she felt clamp and crop violently shake in vertical movements, producing a new level of torture. As she screamed in newfound pain, Dara(Ket) felt the crop release only to come down on her breast again. She gritted her teeth against the strike and managed to keep from setting off the dildo, but Tom continued smacking the whip on her breast. Two, three, four, lost in the whirlpool of pain, Dara(Ket) set off the dildo, as the current shot up her ass and her body trembled, alas came the exasperating sensation of the clamp falling off. She expected a break, a wisecrack, but instead the clamp fell to the ground and Tom just moved on pausing only momentarily, probably lamenting the fallen soldier. He started on the right breast, now there were no breaks, unprepared, Dara(Ket) staggered left and right setting off multiple electric shocks. Her head swam in a mire of ghastly throbbing, from the resonating daggers that entered her anus to the pounding on her breasts, it all converged to bring her to the edge of madness. Her screaming head the only manner to keep sane.Tom was merciless now, he whacked away with robotic precision, moving on without hesitation to the next target. Dara(Ket)’s screams intermixed with sobs and he relished in the monstrous melody of his slave, transfixed by her song. Having beaten her so thoroughly, he could no longer distinguish red candle wax from red flesh, though the clothespins were there to guide him. The end was upon him before he realized. Through heavy breaths Tom stopped, finding no more clothespins to whack except for the cluster on kaçak bahis her vagina. He took a moment to study her flesh, waiting for the intoxication to die off. Her wails continued despite the hiatus, pausing only to refill her lungs, Tom basked in the dissonance of her suffering, savoring every last whimper until she realized the whip was no longer ravaging her.Dara(Ket)’s cries slowly wound down. Her eyes teared up anew behind her blindfold at the thought of this nightmare being over, but before she could cry her tears of joy, the sensation in her pussy told her otherwise. Tom had merely taken a break so he could revel in the final act, no surprise there. She wept instead her tears of utter misery, every clothespin spot was a broadcast tower of electrified anguish, her dildo a conductor spreading the pain to where every last corner of her anatomy echoed its hellish signal, the darkness, the insanity, it was enough to pray for something new, death.Tom gently ran the crop through the cluster of clothespins. Dara(Ket) gasped, shaking with terror, somehow she managed the nerve to speak.”P-plea…plea…,” she wanted to fall to the ground and never get up, dejected by the pathetic sound of her voice, her inability to even say one word. In the darkness her torture was alive. Images flashed before her, visions she had not seen, yet in her brain in dispiriting detail. She wept for the pain, but worse for the understanding that she was irrevocably marked, even if she were free one day, she would never be the same.”WHY??” Dara(Ket) screamed after a deep breath, the word contorted through the prism of physical agony and mental collapse.Tom stood there, his smile fading. The question was far too probing to be addressed, yet he knew the reasons, and they troubled him. With one word she had brought him back to the beginning of all this, the entire ugly truth, and it threatened to ruin his evening, having these intrusive emotions surface again. A part of him snapped, enraged with the disruption of events, he grabbed Dara(Ket) roughly by the leash and pulled her violently setting off electric shocks by the multitude.”WHY?” he screamed into her ear, “WHY?? WHY?? BECAUSE I FUCKING CAN KET!!”Ensnared in the maelstrom, Dara(Ket) lost her grip on reality. As clothespins and dildo thrashed amongst each other and excoriating volts blasted up her ass, the world fell away. He was a monster from a dream, a hell-spawn with the vilest torture streak, inhuman, not of this world. Somewhere the excruciating sense of the wax-locked clamps registered, but somehow disconnected, like a severed limb.Still seething with rage, Tom continued to yank the leash vigorously, with his free hand he smashed the crop into her vagina, bringing Dara(Ket) back from dreamland in the blink of an eye. Dara(Ket) screamed the mother lode of death sirens. Like waking up on a bed of angry hornets, her body leapt several inches without her consent. Having been flung so wildly, she came down awkwardly on the dildo, again it tangled with the pins, and again the current shot up her tormented ass. There would be no interval this time, this was a frenzied frontal assault, between the sadistic wrenching of her leash, the incessant pounding of the riding crop upon her pussy, and the shocks that now went on without end, there was no solace. Dara(Ket) fell, as far as her restrained arms and anal plug allowed her. How she wanted to blackout, like before, just drift off to never-land and detach herself from this misery, but this time the pain kept her awake. Every strike on her cunt exploded into a new center of agony, her mind was frantic, unable to sever its ties to the world.Through his gritted teeth and salivating lips Tom huffed. His pulse thundered in his head, looking down upon Dara(Ket) he whacked away at her vagina. Her morbid cries were unearthly, Tom delighted in them, a fire burning in his crouch with every new strike, with every new twisted cry of agony, it was indeed music for the damned. Entranced in her hell song, he pulled back to strike anew, but to his dismay, all the pins had been smacked off. He paused for a moment, to lament the end of his diabolical orchestra, then whacked her one last time, savoring every minute detail of her finale.Dara(Ket) went limp with exhaustion, her death cries trailed off to c***dish sobs, everything from her vagina and up throbbed and burned.She heard Tom step behind her amid the sudden silence, abruptly the stand holding her dildo in place was gone, she let out a gasp as her body fell further though her bound wrists still kept her from the floor, to her disappointment the dildo remained lodged in her ass.Tom stood enthralled, the sound of her cries slowly descending, her blindfolded face, her wilted body strung up by her wrists, all combined for a stunning beauty. How he wanted right there and then to kiss her madly, but no such weakness could be bestowed upon her now. With a devious grin spreading across his face he jammed her dildo farther up, and almost laughed aloud at her renewed anguish.”Please….m-master T-Tom Tom…please,” Dara(Ket) whimpered through heavy breath, “so much pain…please…”Tom looked down at her beaten ass, perhaps she could use a break, at this point all he would have to do is drag her a few feet and drop her on her cot. His next plan was simply to feed her, so delaying that was no skin off his nose.”Okay Ketbaby,” he soothed, “it’s over, you did great girl, your recording was one for the ages, they’ll be talking about you forever, I’m so proud. Let’s get you over to the bed so you can rest.”Dara(Ket) could make no sense of his speech except for the words bed and rest. Her mind was so desperate to shutdown she felt overwhelmed with gratitude, far too dazed to realize the extent of her submission.”Thank you Master Tom Tom,” she whispered raising her covered eyes up, tears fell down from the blindfold not from pain, but from the simple gesture of being allowed a reprieve, “thank you, thank you master.”Tom felt overcome with desire, carefully he unhinged her arms from above. Her body was like dead weight in his arms, dragging him down almost to the floor. Holding her by her upper arms he walked her back to the cot, she winced and moaned in pain as her enflamed flesh fell upon the coarse sheets, but quickly fell silent as exhaustion overtook her.”I’m sorry Ketbaby,” Tom began, “there’s just a couple things I’ve got to do for your own safety and well being. If you want to drift off go ahead, I just didn’t want to surprise you.”Dara(Ket) did not react as if she had heard. Satisfied, Tom went to work. She had chosen to lie on her side when she reached the bed, though doubtless she hadn’t given it much thought. Tom pulled out an adjustable spreader bar from under her bed and attached it to her ankles, keeping its length at the shortest setting, then grabbing her arms tilted her over on her stomach as gingerly as he could. Despite his best efforts she noticed and let out a cry of pain as her beaten breasts brushed off the coarse sheets, undisturbed Tom proceeded to secure her bound wrists to the head frame. Dara(Ket) stirred just as he went to put the ball gag back on, instantly she awoke protesting with what might she had left, but those cries were muffled out as Tom strapped the gag quickly. Her protestations mounted as she realized her ankles and wrists were now in a stricter bondage than before she’d received the beating of her life, misery and anger revived her.”Ssshhh,” Tom whispered into her ear, “no pain Ketbaby, no pain. When you pull on these restraints, just imagine it’s me holding you tightly, now go back to sleep sweet Ket, your master is proud of you, all will be well when you wake up.”Dara(Ket) muttered something through her gag and slowly began to wind down. Tom sat next to her brushing back her long hair. This was the ultimate contradiction of his existence, how he longed for her seeing her in this delicate condition, yet he mourned her bruised and beaten body. His mouth salivated and his cock expanded to the point of discomfort as he envisioned just how to feed her.The screen blacked out again. Ketsana’s finger hovered over the pause button as her dazed mind futilely tried to decide whether it was repulsed or fascinated. She looked over at her sleeping cousin, the guilt she felt overcame her and she began to sob, her mind sick with the images of Dara’s beating and humiliation, all in Ket’s name.She wanted to wake her cousin, tell her that she had seen enough and now was the time for action, namely getting the hell out of here, but her initial curiosity had graduated to an insatiable lust for unearthing the entire sordid mess. The story was not over, if this was indeed his master plan, she had to know it. She glanced at the clock on the DVD player, knowing his schedule, she knew they still had time, the movie came to life once more.

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