The Nanny

THE NANNY

Arriving at a secluded chateau with the Dominatrix, loaned out for the evening by Master DeSade, Jo’s inter-feelings are mixed.  Anxiety mingles with excitement as she realizes she’s in for long hours of degradation and pain.  The promise of a reversal of roles after this escapade, the chance of practicing her Dominatrix side with the younger girl being given to her for the remainder of the European holiday by Master DeSade and she’s agreed to be totally submissive to the Dominatrix within the boundaries of what he will allow her to be subjected too.  She’s been warned though; the experience will be like nothing she’s yet encountered.

Chapter Sixteen  

As they enter the foyer, the Dominatrix in command with leader chain in hand turns and casually strips Jo’s black cloth shawl from her shoulders.  Leaving her virtually naked, the lighting reflects off the heavy gage sterling silver rings piercing her nipples, navel and clit, strikingly harsh jewelry jiggling as she again steps forward in her six inch black leather stilettos. The pair of oversized rings dragging at her tugged nipples match as a set, erotically contrasting with her tanned flesh and the mini barbell styled studs vertically mounted beneath them in second pierces, burrowing beneath and protruding out from the edges of the defined ovals of both areolas.  Her long dark hair flowing in tightly woven dreadlocks behind her arched back shoulders, her only other clothing besides a chocker collar consists of three matching sets of black leather cuffs firmly secured to her ankles, her thighs just above her knees and a pair of wrist cuffs fastened together behind her back.  Her calculated stride mimicking a model’s runway walk, the hush of the group of women’s almost instantaneous as they’re struck by the erotic sight of Jo’s naked body.

       Led through the parting crowd to a sinister wooden contraption forming a type of low bi-level platform on the floor consisting of two flat surfaces in the shape of a ‘T’, Jo can’t take her eyes from the lower platform designed with scores of dark colored pointed pyramid styled metal spikes crisscrossing in seemingly countless rows from one side to the other.  The spiked platform a few inches lower in height and forming the bottom half of the ‘T’, a couple of the circling women help  position her toward its bottom edge as the Dominatrix instructs her to turn and squat on her knees.

Wrist cuffs detached from one another, she’s assisted in arching backwards until the back of her head barely reaches, rests on the edge of the higher platform.  Feeling the not so sharp, yet not really dull spikes pressing across her backside and buttocks as the leader chain’s removed; she reflexively arches her body upwards as the cuffs securing her thighs are attached to chains from the extreme corners of the higher platform drawing her legs tautly apart.  Ankle cuffs chained to either side of the lower platform completing her painful ‘split’ and blatantly displaying her sex, her feet point apart as her wrist cuffs are shackled to eyelets in the platform just above her spread thighs.  Tiptoeing, balancing on the balls of her feet to keep her buttocks above the blunted spikes, she feverously struggles to avoid the still painful points of steel beneath her naked flesh as she watches with wide eyes as her sadistic mounting’s continued while the crowd gathers closer around.

A pair of whitish color tubular metal rods is quickly placed in vertical slots arranged in the platform adjacent just below her navel before a matching third slotted rod’s slipped downward across both and tightly secured as the cold metal presses against her bare flesh.  Feeling the prickling of the spikes jabbing upwards beneath her, the horizontal rod pressing across her bare stomach as she tries to arch upwards, she frantically glances from side to side at the sight of another set of matching tubular rods being slipped into existing slots on either side of her neck.  Longer, with another horizontal rod slid down over both, she feels that horizontal rod being adjusted and aligned against the chocker collar.

The all feminine crowd circling closer, her naked body already glistening, the heavy rings dragging on her stretching nipples spreading her globular mounds apart above her heaving chest, she struggles to balance herself, arch upwards against the metal rods confining her movements her as the spikes scrape painfully into her backside.  Fists clenching, toes curling as her thighs quiver, she watches as a final piece of tubular steel’s attached to the upper ends of the taller rods.  Oval in shape, a clear plastic funnel filling the entire foot or so circumference centered above her face, she feels her lips forced apart by one of the assisting women as the bottom of the funnel’s forced deep into her yawning mouth by another.  Lips stretching, tongue curling, she can’t help gagging for breath as the translucent oval’s secured above her face.

Heart pounding, the rows of spikes poking against the aching flesh of her arms, legs, buttocks and backside, she frantically realizes just what’s in store for her as the Dominatrix slips her leather pants down to her knees and squats across the freshly fashioned seat, a toilet!  The white leather stilettos straddling either side of Jo’s upturned face, the initial trickle splashing across the clear plastic, streaming around in surreal circles before swirling down the narrowing funnel, splashing into her mouth, across her tongue, into her throat, Jo gags, arches and bows as the stinging, salty taste of the yellowish urine collects, backs-up in a pool in the bottom of the transparent funnel.  Grunting, gagging, glaring upwards toward the swirling liquid, the sounds of the room’s overridden to her by the sounds of the splashing urine.

Nauseated, disgusted, struggling to somehow avoid swallowing, Jo tastes the Dominatrix’s bitter urine across her flexing tongue, coating her throat as she gurgles, coughs, breathes through her flaring nostrils until one of the women laughingly leans beside her, clamps her thumb and finger across her nose.  Arching upwards, frantically pressing against the horizontal slats, body tensing as she grunts, struggles, finally she can’t hold her breath any further, gulping the bitter, putrid fluid down her throat as she reflexively gags with each wretched swallow.

Standing and adjusting her pants, a smirk on her face as she steps beside Jo’s contortions and the Dominatrix watches with amusing interest the last of her urine gurgling through the base of the clear funnel.  Glancing around the room, the also amused group of women circling even closer around, she orders.  “Well Jo… Finish it up… There’s others waiting to use the toilet…. But first, let’s do something with that pussy of yours all spread out for us.”  Kneeling, running a hand across a few of the spikes toward the edge of the platform, she slowly shakes her head as she touches a couple of the blunt points.  “By the way, those spikes beneath you surely seem painful as they are but would be much sharper if it wasn’t for DeSades wishes… I guess he doesn’t mind a few painful scraps and bruises on that body of yours, just no real cuts that leave scars… That’s too bad if you ask me!”  Again glancing toward a couple of the other women, she adds.  “That’s okay though… Those big ‘ol titties standing up there for us can be worked like pin cushions… They’ll heal right up in a few days or so after being skewered a few times… Won’t they Jo?”  

Glaring up through the clear funnel, unable to turn her head with its narrowed bottom jammed between her stretched lips, Jo’s eyes dart from side to side as the remnants of the Dom’s urine trickles down from the stretched corners of her lips.  Still gasping for breathe, forcing herself to rise upwards by the back of her head pressing against the upper framework along with her aching hips and quivering thighs, her fists reflexively clench in their shackles as she feels the multitude of sharp pricking sensations across her backside.

“Let’s see.”  The Dom softly speaks to no one in particular, almost playfully as she steps beside Jo’s spread thighs, reaches down and grips the oversized ‘O’ ring piercing her quivering navel.  “Yes… I think we should connect them.”  Slightly tugging the ring downward while reaching down and gripping the matching ring dangling from Jo’s protruding clit, she continues as she glances downward toward Jo’s face, magnified under the clear funnel.  “Yes… We’ll stretch ‘em nice and tight… Pull that clit up out of the way from that gap you call a pussy!”  Giving a tug on both, the Dom watches Jo’s naked body arching upwards as she’s forced to tiptoe, the rings clanking together as her protruding belly button stretches downward toward her taut clit.

Holding both rings in her fingertips while Jo’s spread thighs visibly trembles as her pubic mound arches upwards by the Dom’s tugging fists, assisted by one of the women clamping a short chain between the pair of rings, the Dom unclenches, releases her fingers, steps back a step.  Just a couple inches apart, the rings shimmer, twist above Jo’s flexing stomach, the lower one dragging across her thrust out pubic mound as her elongated clit glistens above the gapping slit of her vagina.  Glancing around at her friends, back toward Jo’s spasmodic body glistening, contorting across the spread pattern of the bed of spikes as her bare breasts sway, jaunt upwards from her arched torso, the Dom seeming quite pleased with the sight, announces.  “There now… Both Jo’s holes down there are ready for some serious attention now… But first, don’t you think those magnificent titties of hers bouncing around need just a little more attention too?... With those skewers I mentioned.”

Again leaning toward the clear funnel, into Jo’s piercing eyes, she cups Jo’s right breast, squeezes, forces the nipple to swell, the silver ring to jiggle against the spreading areola.  “I think a nice couple or maybe even three skewers in each tit would work quite nicely Jo.”  Glancing toward her group of friends, she adds.  “I get wet every time I think of DeSade showing me the screening of her initial plane flight… She was stripped all naked like she is now…  Seems her tits were treated as pin cushions for hours on end!... I mean pierced all the way through with those same skewers I’ve brought with me tonight!... Her clit too I believe… Huh Jo?... Remember that?...  Your clit had needles rammed through it too, huh?”  Again glancing at the widening eyes, listening to the gurgles turning to grunts through the funnel, she adds.  “Oh, don’t worry… No more then a half dozen or so, Jo... Oh, in each tit, I mean!”

Sliding the palm of a hand across Jo’s hollowing stomach, feeling the navel’s ‘O’ ring stretching flat across the rippling abs, she flicks the chain between the pair of rings before pinching her finger and thumbnails into the moist flesh of Jo’s stretched clit.  “Oh, don’t worry dear.”  She teases.  “We won’t forget this little nub of yours too.  Giving it a playful pinch, watching Jo’s hips jerk, her pubic mound arching upwards, she adds.  “It can use a couple skewers too… If you don’t behave!”     

       More anguished grunts, more reflexive tremors as the aggravating rows of tips scrape across her bare backside, Jo’s mind races back to that initial plane trip, her surreal initiation into the lifestyle she’s morphed into.  Remembering the agony of that night, the helplessness, thinking back as her eyes dart from side to side toward the anticipating expressions of the women surrounding her, even that didn’t seem as horrendous as what’s being perpetrated on her tonight.  Muscles tensing, stomach churning, throat raw, the thoughts of what’s in store for her is practically unbearable to comprehend, even as another woman steps toward the front of the platform, squats as she lifts up her dress.

       “Now, now Jo.”  The Dom smirks as she still kneels, watches the initial squirting of urine splashing inside the clear funnel, circling, swirling as it gushes downward below the spread butt cheeks, flooding the narrow tubular end twitching between Jo’s stretched lips.  As the Dom waits, clenching her nails while Jo holds her breath, she finally shakes her head, orders.  “Come on… Go ahead and swallow it… All of it too… Don’t make me pinch this clit of yours any tighter then I already am with my fingernails… Come on!... I said come on… Then we can start with those needles through your tits!”

       The similar putrid taste as more dribbles of urine streak down from the corners of her spread lips, her stomach muscles rippling as she struggles not to regurgitate between disgusting gulps as her back painfully presses against the unrelenting rows of sharp spikes and  finally the last bit of urine bubbles, disappears through the bottom of the funnel.  Nauseated, stomach muscles rippling with the initial pressures of bloating, again she’s confronted with the unrelenting struggle to maintain balance above the torturous board.  Twisting, arching, frantically watching yet another woman squatting as soon as the stool’s vacant, she sees the squirting yellow fluid splashing downward again, tastes the urine flooding into her gurgling throat for a third time.

       Gagging, the chaffed bare flesh of her backside and buttocks scrapping, grinding across the multitude of spikes, she senses the repeated regurgitations of the disgusting liquid burning her nostrils, bubbling across her stretched upper lip as her stomach repulses the flooding urine.  Throat raw, tongue curling against the round sides of the narrow tip of the bottom of the funnel, she struggles not to vomit as the last of the third woman’s urine gurgles down out of the tube’s opening rammed deep enough to practically scrap across her tonsils.

       The Dom’s palm resting on the ever swelling tummy of Jo’s trembling body, she smiles as she reaches over with her other hand, pokes an index finger a couple, three times into the raised button of the pulsing navel.  Feeling the bloating, the rounded mound of Jo’s normally flat stomach, tapping a couple more times, hearing the hollowing sound, she glances toward the group, back toward Jo’s flushed face, and smirks.  “Getting all filled up, huh Jo?... Okay, guess it’s time to get to work on these tits you’re so proud of.”

Sliding the palms of her hands upwards across Jo’s arching ribcage, turning both hands inward and each gripping a breast, massaging, caressing, flicking the ‘O’ rings, the vertical studs, the Dom again glances toward her friends as she feels the firm mounds pulsing, the bare tit flesh pressing out from between her clenching fingers.  Nipples bulging, nipple jewelry glistening above her fingers, she nods as one of the women steps forward with a fist full of skewers.  Slipping her fingers downward, gripping, squeezing the base of both breasts, she motions for the woman to begin using the thick, glistening needles.

Another nod toward several of the women toying with a couple of huge black strap-on dildos, she again leans toward Jo’s anguished look as she squeezes even firmer.  ‘’Well Jo… Let’s really give you something to think about… Skewers for these tits, those spikes you’re trying so hard to arch above for that backside of yours and some good old fashioned fucking with a couple twelve inch dildos… One in your cunt and maybe even another in that puckered asshole all spread out there for us…. Okay?”

The woman with the skewers kneeling, aims a sharp tip of one just above the Dom’ fist gripping Jo’s right breast while another woman fitted with a strap-on also kneels, centers the bulbous head of the giant black dildo between the spread labium of Jo’s trembling thighs as the Dom smirks.  “Okay Jo… On three!... Ready now?... One… two… Thr…….”

“Uuuumph…… Humph!!!”  Grunts from the echoing funnel as Jo’s body arches, her shoulders, her buttocks pressing downward onto the impaling spikes below her, she feels the skewer pricking, piercing, sliding deeply into the bulging side of her glistening tit flesh as the monstrous dildo rams inward, twisting, dragging her clit downward, its ring stretching the chain connected to her taut navel.  “Aaaaggghhhh!”

The opposite side of her breast bulging outward from the pointed tip of the skewer ramming through, stretching, contorting the taut flesh, more grunts ring out from the translucent funnel as the razor sharp tip finally snaps through, slides smoothly outward two, three inches as the nipple ring jiggles, flips back and forth.  “Aaaaaggghhhhhh!”  Another scream reverberates as both breasts rise even higher in the Dom’s clenching grips.  “Uumph… Ooomph!”  More grunts as the dildo’s rammed over halfway in, three quarters in, all the way in as the strap-on burrows into her stretching vagina.  Jerking harshly in and out, back and forth by the woman’s flexing hips, the huge dildo stretches, tugs at Jo’s impaled vagina as she painfully grunts, raises, lowers in sequence.  “Oomph!... Oomph… Agghhh!... Humph… Oomph!!!”

The pain spreading, rippling through her ravaged body, a second skewer’s pressed slowly against the side of her other breast, again just above the Dom’s squeezing fist.  The tip sinking into the puffy flesh slowly disappears above a trickle of blood as Jo’s body again arches upwards while her shoulders, buttocks agonizingly grinds across the bed of spikes.  A harsh shove, the metal skewer gliding through, pressing from inside out, the pointed tip punctures its way completely through.  “Aaaaaagggghhhh!”  Even as Jo’s scream resonates through the funnel, it’s quickly muffled by another woman squatting, spreading her butt checks across the oval rim.

More urine spurting into the funnel, the yellow fluid dripping from her stretched lips, her gurgles mix with her groans as the pumping phallus continues assaulting her abused vagina.  “Uumph!... Aaauugghh!... Agggrrrhhh!... Humph!”  Both breasts horizontally impaled, the skewers glistening, their tips nearly touching, tinged with fresh crimson stains, the nipple rings jiggle, bounce across her flattened areolas as the Dom releases her grips.

Leaning down between Jo’s spread thighs, gripping the phallus in her right hand, the Dom slides it back until the head ‘plops’ free of her moist slit.  Jerking the dildo forward, lowering it simultaneously, she forces the oval head between Jo’s butt-cheeks, against the rim of her puckered sphincter muscles.  Shoving, twisting, forcing the hard molded rubber inward, the sculptured head burrows inward as Jo’s quivering hips arch upwards toward the thrusting thighs of the kneeling woman’s.  A harsh thrust, a second and third, the thick shaft tears at her tortured orifice, grinds gradually deeper as the metal ring just above her gapping, glistening slit jerks, stretches at her abused clit.

Both breasts throbbing even before another skewer’s jammed into the upper curve of her right breast, the long, thick needle slips downward beneath her pulsing nipple, probing, ramming through the firm globe, its tip again pushing outward, puncturing the taut flesh midway between her nipple and chest.  More gurgling grunts as her body lifts upwards and bows, cuffed fists clenching against her thighs as the dildo also continues to ream her rectum, Jo struggles with the familiar searing pain of the skewers not unlike that initial flight not so long ago.  Again the last remnants of nauseating urine burning her throat, engorging her bloated stomach, a forth skewer’s jabbed vertically into and through her left breast from top to bottom, probed and twisted until the razor tip tears through and glistens with the blood dripping across her torso. “Aaaggghhh!!... Uuuuummmmppphhh!”

The phallus ramming in and out, over and over, deeper and deeper, now crimson tinged from her stretching, tearing flesh, Jo feels the bulbous head pressing past her navel, engulfing her impossibly stretched anus.  Each thrust bringing a grunt, a jerk of her sweat drenched naked body spreading across the bed of spikes, she glares through the clear funnel toward the Dom, struggles to refrain from vomiting, from crying, her thoughts focusing on the bitch humiliating her, hurting her.

The pain once on the verge of becoming overwhelming, now like a long distance runner, all of a sudden it doesn’t seem to matter anymore, it’s becoming a blur, almost tolerable, almost acceptable, almost enjoyable.  Watching one more skewer, in the hand of the Dom, she glares at it glistening under the lighting as she arches her hips defiantly upwards, watches as she continues to feel the dildo completely engulfing her ass, pounding into her over and over as the sharp needle’s scrapped back and forth across her stretched, twisted clit in the ‘O’ ring.

Biting, chewing into the funnel’s bottom tube, body tautly tensing, she accepts the searing pain of her clit being probed, then pierced, the tip of the skewer jabbing completely through and into her bare pubic mound.  As her eyes continue to lock with the smirking Dom’s, she no longer grunts, no longer resists, just accepts the pain rippling throughout her entire body, the same type of pain she knows she’s  going to return to the bitch ten fold.  Master DeSade will make sure of that for her.  After all; she’s learned quite well how to get what she wants from him.  The young girl’s going to be a play toy for her as agreed, but the Dom doesn’t realize it yet, she’s going to get a dose of her own medicine, willingly or not, and soon.  But for now, she’ll just have to outlast every cunt here; after all, the pain’s becoming pleasurable.

End Chapter Sixteen