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Time was a blur for Stella as the shocks continued to zap her nipples at every failure. She was slowly increasing her stamina with the throat training, but it wasn’t easy.

Finally, she achieved their goal of one hour of uninterrupted oral. Stella was relieved as the machine slowly withdrew from her mouth. She was a sore, exhausted, and disgusting mess. She couldn’t help but wonder when she’d ever need to use such a skill for so long.

“Well #3571, 4 hours and 37 minutes was your total time,” Miss Caroline spoke, “not the best, but certainly not the worst we’ve ever seen.”

Stella couldn’t believe this, she knew she wasn’t exactly picking it up quick but she couldn’t even imagine the pain from doing it for longer.

As she tried to regain her composure, Sir Jackson removed the nipple clamps, causing a surge of pain to shoot through each nipple. Stella bit her lip trying to minimize her whine.

Miss Caroline clearly wasn’t amused at Stella’s reaction to the clamps, “#3571, thank him for letting you wear those clamps.”

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Stella was shocked, she wanted to thank him for removing them if anything, but without a choice she tried her best to speak up through her sore throat and tears, “thank you sir for letting me wear the nipple clamps.”

“Good girl,” Sir Jackson responded, “sounds like you’re learning to enjoy the pain.”

Stella sobbed in fear of what his words could possibly mean. She felt broken, destroyed, and most of all denied any actual pleasure the entire time.

“Ma…may…may..I ask a question please?” Stella’s words shocked them, it was rare a slave showing this much promise would crack just now, but they were certainly up to the challenge.

“Well #3571, I had such high hopes for you,” Miss Caroline spoke looking down at Stella in disgust.

“You were respectful in your request,” Sir Jackson responded, “however, slaves do not get requests.”

Stella began to sob even more as she drooled all over herself. “I just want to cum, please I’ll do anything to touch my clit Sir.”

“Did you hear that Miss Caroline?” Sir Jackson responded, “I believe she just asked to cum, which is against her contract and our rules here.”

Miss Caroline smiled in response, “well perhaps we should show her what happens then.”

Whack! Before Stella could even process what was going on Sir Jackson had brought down a flogger hard on Stella’s exposed pussy. She shrieked in pain as Miss Caroline placed a ball gag into her mouth.

Whack! The flogger hit again. Stella had never felt so much pain, yet she was somehow hornier than she could ever imagine. She wanted it all to stop and wanted more simultaneously.

Smack! This time a riding crop came down from Miss Caroline as her and Sir Jackson began to alternate destroying the poor girl's pussy with their instruments.

Time stood still for Stella as her pussy grew red and swollen from the abuse. Lines crossed all over her sex as reminders for days to come.

Somehow, as they continued, the pressure built in Stella despite the painful torture. By strike 15 she was on the verge of cumming.

Stella let out a roar as the 18th strike came down hard and an orgasm shook through her body. The duo let up briefly in awe but continued until they hit their goal.

Finally, the 20th strike was the last as Stella tried not to black out from the pain and pleasure all in one. It was the most intense experience of her life, and she had no clue what was happening to her or who these two people truly were.

“Do you understand your place now #3571?” Miss Caroline powerfully inquired, grabbing Stella by the throat. Stella nodded in affirmation as best she could.

“I can’t believe the little bitch came from that,” Sir Jackson added. “It’s not often you see that.”

Miss Caroline picked up the clipboard and began writing notes, “a very good point, likely due to her still being a virgin, her pussy is incredibly sensitive still and begging for use. However, the fact that she’s so drawn to it mentally may cause issues down the line that will likely have to be dealt with.”

Slowly they undid the ball gag from Stella’s mouth and placed the hood back over her head. She was removed from the restraints and slowly led back to her cell for the evening.

Stella sat in the corner crying, wondering how long this torture could possibly continue, and how she’d be able to sleep with her pussy still on fire.

TO BE CONTINUED...