EXTRACT FOR
The Pain Files
(Kelly Addams)

From: Kiama



A stream of drool trickled from holes in the gag to mix with her tears, and she understood that if Helmut had wanted to break her, to humiliate her to the point that she couldn't sink any lower sexually he had achieved his goal admirably. Her pussy was raw, her back a lattice of agony, her ass looked like an ebony chess board, the lines set and spaced perfectly into accurate squares, and her clit! It felt like a hornet was perched on the super sensitive pink nub with his stinger buried deep, filling her with a venom that throbbed. Yet the pain served only to stimulate, the lasting effects of the leather thongs had set nerve ending screaming, the sensitivity had been heightened to the point that just the air movement of a passing body would force her to bite down on the gag harder and close her eyes tight. Agony or ecstasy? The two had blurred so she didn't know where one finished and the other started. 

Kiama had been taught the meaning of the expression... Hurts so good!

"She is ready!"

A female voice. A familiar voice.

Of course she's been watching Kiama told herself as she heard Sophia's stilettos tapping on tiles, and she was enjoying what she saw. There had been no objections, the Italian woman hadn't raced to her defence or rescue. Which means she has stood by quietly and witnessed the whipping, the scratching... the forced fucking. She watched me degraded, and she did nothing, she simply enjoyed.

"You are close to perfect my darling." blonde hair appeared on the edge of Kiama's vision as the slender woman knelt at her side. "Now prove to me that you are not just... close!"

A hand passed over Kiama's breasts that were pressed hard against the wooden frame.

"I love your nipples, to big, so responsive, so much promise. Tell me dear has Helmut ever clamped them?"

Kiama nodded slowly, she remembered that day well. His games had progressively grown ever more kinky. At first he had demanded that she stand over him as he lay on his back on the floor, then she had closed her eyes and allowed a hot stream of urine to splash down onto his cock, then his chest and finally his face. Soon the roles had been reversed and she would crouch on her knees with her mouth wide open as he directed a jet that she knew he expected her to drink.

"You are a good girl Kiama," he had said one evening, "I always knew you were special."

Compliments weren't the norm with Helmut, she was a fuck toy, she was a maid, she was simply there to satisfy his rampant sexual urges so to hear him speaking with a tone close to affection signalled that he was about to push her limits just a little further.

"You black girls have got such great nipples," he added as he reached down and pinched gently, "So big, so pronounced. Tell me Kiama, are they sensitive?"

Kiama had gasped as he pinched harder, he had no idea that he was pressing exactly the right button to unlock the demon lurking inside her. It was a demon that she feared, a demon that she knew could push her over the edge. But Helmut wasn't the person she wanted to push that button, she wanted to have feelings... on both sides. 

"I'm going to enjoy this." he had chuckled as from his pocket he had produced a spring loaded plastic clothes peg, and opening the smooth jaws he had slowly released the pressure until Kiama groaned, her nipple trapped between and throbbing.