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The Pussy Vault
(Author Unknown)

Sue would never know what kind of house "Bulldog" occupied.  The van turned off the main road, went along what felt like a smaller twisting lane or perhaps a long private drive for a short way and then pulled up.  The back door was opened, and a ramp was slid out.  Harry took hold of Sue's cage handle and wheeled her down it and across some gravel onto a harder smoother surface.  A bell rang and what sounded like a heavy door was opened. 

    'Your number 37 as ordered, Sir,' Harry said smartly.

    'Good, bring her in,' said a deeper male voice that presumed belonged to "Bulldog".  

    Sue was wheeled over a step inside.

    The cloth cover was pulled off the cage and Sue felt a hand reaching between its bars to examine the number on the padlock dangling from her pussy mouth.

    Harry said, 'I'll collect her this evening as usual, Sir?'

    'Yes, fine,' said Bulldog distractedly. 

    The door closed.  With her heart thudding in anticipation Sue felt her cage being wheeled along a smooth wooden floor, turn and stop.  A door closed.  Then there was a hum of a motor and a dropping sensation.   Was she in a lift?  The journey was not far.  Doors opened again and she was wheeled out into some space where cooler air played across her bare skin.

    'Now, let's have a proper look you?' Bulldog said.  She felt him open the top of the cage, take hold of her strap handle and haul her to her feet, her collar cutting into her throat making her gasp for breath.

    'Step out of the cage,' Bulldog commanded, and she obeyed.  Under her feet she felt smooth cold flagstones.

    'Ah? yes, you are lovely,' Bulldog said, as she felt large hands run over her body, pinching, prodding and squeezing her helpless flesh.  'Let me see your face properly?' and he pulled the blindfold strip off her head.

    Sue blinked, looking about her fearfully.  She was in a windowless space with a wood beamed ceiling and lit by wall brackets lights carrying flickering flame effect bulbs.  It might have once been a large cellar, but it now resembled a miniature homemade dungeon.  Heavy iron rings and chains hung from the bare brick walls and various ominous devices lurked between them.  But she did not have time to take in any more details because her attention was arrested by her owner for the day.

    Bulldog was a large, fat, middle-aged man dressed only leather trousers and knee-high black boots so that his paunch overhung his belt.  But his shoulders and arms were still broad and muscular.  She could see nothing of his face because he had a leather executioner style hood over his head which left slots only for his eyes, nose and mouth.  His eyes, she noticed, were a very bright blue.

    He took hold of her chin and twisted her head from side to side, examining her face closely.  'Yes, you'll do very nicely indeed.  Well up to Charnley's usual standards.  What sort of voice have you got?'  He pulled her ball gag out to let it dangle about her neck.  'What have you got to say for yourself, Pussy 37?  Don't be shy, nobody can hear us down here.'

    Sue's mouth hung open foolishly.  She had feared many things about this moment but being tongue-tied was not one of them.  Pemberton had not prepared for this, except to tell her that there was no script.  What was she supposed to say?  What did he want to hear? 

    'P? Please, Sir, don't hurt me,' she pleaded feebly.  'I'll be very good? I'll do anything you say? but don't hurt me?'

    Bulldog chuckled. 'But that's what you're here for, my Pretty Pussy.  I like seeing pretty girls in distress.   No two of you ever react quite the same way.  It's one of the last great pleasures in life.'

    'I'll cry for you Sir,' Sue promised.  'I'll sob and I'll scream if you want, but just don't hurt me?'

    'But I'll have to hurt you to get the tears flowing, won't I, Pussy?'  Bulldog said.  'You need a lashing on those pretty tits and that pert bum of yours to get you going.'

    'Then please don't do it too hard, Sir,' Sue begged, giving ground.  'It's? it's my first time and I'm very frightened?'

    She was sick and terrified and yet she suddenly had the feeling she was back at WB&H pitching a concept at a client.  Oh my God, she was selling herself, making herself seem even more vulnerable and pitiful!  But then that was what the client wanted?

    Behind the slot in his mask Bulldog's mouth turned up in a cruel smile.  'I know it's your first time, Pussy.  That's what makes you so special.  Don't worry; I'll do a good job?'

    He led her across to a section of wall hung with a variety of chains and straps arrayed about a small but solid metal bracket with a rubber dildo mounted vertically on it like a curled finger.  Taking hold of her waist Bulldog lifted Sue off her feet, pushed her back against the wall and simply impaled her anus on the dildo bracket, which slid easily up into her greased rectum.  Balanced precariously, she sobbed as her full weight was suddenly taken by the plug up her rear and flange about its base which dug into her groin.

    'Would you like to be a little more comfortable?' Bulldog asked.

    'Yes? please Sir!' Sue whimpered.

    'Then as soon as I free your wrists you stretch them out wide and high, got that?'

    'Yes Sir!' Sue promised.

    He reached around her and freed her wrists and immediately she stretched her arms upward.  He buckled heavy rubber-lined cuffs about her wrists which hung from chains bolted securely to the wall.  Then he adjusted them, so that they were taut, taking a little of her weight off her impaled anus.  Then he pulled her legs out wide, bending them at the hips and knees until the backs of her thighs were flat against the wall.  The big tendons on the insides of her groin stood out and she whimpered as she was stretched almost to her limits.  He pulled chains around her thighs and the backs of her knees and then secured her ankles with more rubber-lined cuffs.  He undid her collar and pulled the dangling back strap and cuffs free, leaving only the strap of her ball gag hanging about her neck.  Then he bound more chains across her throat and over her shoulders and chest, crossing them between her breasts.

    He stood back to admire his handiwork.  Sue was now bound flat to the wall with her outthrust breasts framed by loops of chain and her legs painfully folded back on either side of her.  The chains took some of her weight, but half of it still pressed down on her impaled anus.  The taut spread of her thighs made the soft cleft mound of her pussy bulge, showing off starkly her quadruply pierced pussy lips, stretched downward by the weight of her padlock.

    'Very nice,' Bulldog said.  'But let's see what you've got up there?' 

    He bent down between her splayed thighs and worked the tumblers of the padlock until it snapped open and he pulled its hoop out of her flesh tunnels.  The natural pliancy of her sex lips and the tension of her thighs made them gape wide, exposing the secret valley between them.  The mouth of her vagina, the pinhole of her urethra, and the mound of her clitoris were all on display to him now.  To Sue's horror she realized how wet she was and how the nub of her clitoris was tingling and swelling under his masked gaze.

    But Bulldog was not finished restraining her yet.  Hanging amongst the larger chains on either side of her hips were two very fine lengths of chain.  Bulldog took these one at a time and pulled them across the tops of her splayed thighs and then threaded them through the eyelet sets of her labia, pulling them tight and then dragging the chain ends down below her trembling suspended buttocks and fastening them back to the wall by another set of hooks.

    Now her vulva was truly and utterly exposed.  The tension on the chains pulled her lips painfully wide, opening her secret valley in its entirety and blatantly exposing her vaginal mouth, urethra and clitoris which was perversely straining and pulsing even harder than before.  Sue bit her lip in shame and despair at her exposure.  She had never felt so vulnerable before.

    'Now that's a picture I could live with,' Bulldog commented. 'I wish Charnley's sold girls like you instead of just hiring them out.  I'd have you hung on my wall anytime.'

    Sue supposed it was heartfelt compliment, even if it was in the most perverse of taste.  And still he showed not a trace of guilt about what he was doing to her.   In this secret world she had been dragged into such behaviour must seem perfectly normal.  It made it a little harder to hate him and of course it would be foolish to antagonise him.  With an effort, she said humbly, 'Thank you Sir.  I'd? I'd hang on your wall as long as you wanted if you didn't hurt me, Sir.'

    'Not possible, I'm afraid, Pussy,' Bulldog said, running a big finger through the wet gash of her sex mouth and making her shudder.  'You're not complete until you're suffering.  That's the icing on the cake.  It's what makes you different to a dead painting.  It shows you're alive and I'll know I was the one who squeezed those tears out of you and made your tits blush and tremble.'

    He moved to one side of Sue where an array of whips, canes and lashes hung on the wall.  He selected a cat-o-nine tails and drew its thongs across Sue's trembling, helpless body.  Her eyes grew wide in horror as she stared at it.

    'Now get ready to live!' he said and drew his arm back.

    He lashed Sue expertly with the sure hand and eye of long practice, laying the thongs across her from neck to thighs.  He made her breasts leap and bounce, her stomach palpitate and her pussy clench in desperation.  True to his word he was making her flesh turn pink and scarlet even as tears streamed down her cheeks and dripped onto her dancing breasts.  

    Her screams of pain rang back from the stone walls and floor, interspersed with desperate pleas for mercy, filling the dungeon with their echoes and mingling with the swish and hiss of the lash and the crack as it bit into her flesh.  

    'No!  Please Sir ? not my pussy? ahhh? I'll do anything else but please? uhhhh? stop please? ohhhh?. ughhhh ? no? no more?. Please, Sir? eeek!'

    Moved by her pleas, but not in the way she was hoping, Bulldog said, 'You keep singing like that, Pussy 37!  I like your song?'

    And yet despite the pain her nipples were hard and throbbing, which only made them more tender targets.  The lash blows drove them deep into the pillows of her breasts only to spring back out as if begging for more.

    The cuffs and chains held her tight against the wall, cutting into her flesh as she writhed and jerked against them, their desperate jingles mingling with the cracks of leather on flesh.  With her rectum impaled on the wall-mounted dildo she could not even wriggle her thighs to dodge or ride the blows.  Wild with pain she clenched onto the dildo even as it impaled and confined her, her sphincter clenching tight as though trying to hold her fast against the onslaught of the lash.

    But the absolute exquisite agony came when Bulldog shifted position and swung the lash up between her splayed thighs right into the chained and stretched gash of her vulva.  The thongs rasped up through her cleft, tearing at the mouth of her vaginal tunnel and smacking into the stiff, throbbing bulb of her clitoris, driving it deep into her only for it to pop back out again.

    Nothing Pemberton had done to her had prepared her for such suffering.  It was more than she had ever imagined, more than she could endure.  She hardly noticed as her bladder cut loose and she sprayed her water in an arcing jet between her spread thighs, squirting it across the swishing folds of the lash, making them wetter and crueller in the process.

    Bulldog laughed appreciatively at her humiliation.

    And yet even as she thought that this was the end and she would die; she felt her loins explode with the most perfect wave of lustful delight which tore through her body and seem to burst in her brain.  A spray of orgasmic juices spurted from her pussy mouth after her jet of water.  Then she fell into a dark warm pit of delight?