Elaine's Moment, Pt. 05

The moan was different.

Elaine had worn the electro-clamp on each of her inner cunt lips, in turn, and Ed had shocked them and enjoyed her shrieks and apologies. Now her hips jutted forward until she lost and regained her footing, being held up by her bound wrists between falls. The sweat between her tits was starting to bead when he finally decided to stop. He reached down and removed it from her left cunt lip.

Elaine whimpered, "thank you, Sir. Thank you. Thank you, Master."

Holding the clamp in his left hand, he twisted the coupling with his right and detached it. Elaine hadn't seen the alligator clamp he had in his palm. Ed attached it to the same lead with the same kind of twist.

"Righty Tighty," he chuckled. Elaine's eyes goggled as she saw him twist and click it. There were few things more vicious than an alligator clamp.

"You will learn," he said as he approached her and moved his hands towards her sex. Elaine didn't move.

Ed's left hand pushed her clit hood back as he expanded the vicious teeth of the hated clamp with his right hand. Elaine closed her eyes.

It took a second for Ed to align the torture to the pink shininess of her exposed clit, but he got it where he wanted it and slowly released the teeth into her most tender flesh.

That's when the different moan came. Deeper. Like an animal in pain. Almost growling.

"OhNoNoNoNoNoNoNo"Elaine exhaled into a series of agonizing "No's" as Ed stepped back and quickly pressed the Pain button. He knew that the clamp, alone, could not be endured for long. The shocks would happen quickly, before she passed out and he wasted no time in delivering the first one.

Her scream was total, emptying her lungs through her open throat. Her writhing complete, twisting left and right from her wrists, her feet no longer supporting her at all. Her head shook a silent "No!"

It was hard to track her words. She made a machine gun of apologies, and begging and crying and snuffling the snot that now ran from her crying nose. Her body thrummed.

Ed pressed the button again, released it, pressed it again, released it, and continued ten times. After resulting screams she merely cried, a deep mournful cry. She was no longer standing on her heels; she was hanging limpless from her wrists, her legs still in the spreader bar.

He approached her again, reached down and slowly expanded the jaws that were crushing her fun button. She barely yelped at the agony, her head no longer thrashing but instead hanging low as she sobbed, still suspended by her wrists.

Ed let the alligator fall to the floor. He reached his left arm around her back and lifted her back onto her feet, softly. Cupping her tit in his right hand, he kissed her now puffy lips. He released her tit, still holding her with one arm, and undid his own pants. His dick erupted like a spring from his falling pants.

"Let's slow this down" he said quietly as he kept holding her. She was sweaty and hot, and sobbed deeply into his neck.

"I'm so sorry," she spoke between sobs. "I didn't mean to cum... (sob) I - I - I didn't mean to forget to pay the bills." He held her naked body, now lifted back onto its high heels, and he gave her a minute or two to compose herself, kissing her tenderly and fondling her nipple.

"I know, baby," he replied, and kissed her deeply. Her lips were feverish from the pain. "You need to learn," he said softly, and then walked over to the red toolbox. Opening the second drawer from the top he removed a set of clover clamps connected with a short chain.

"Stay on your feet," he said as he walked back over, her eyes staring at the clamps in his hand. "I'll spread your knees, too, if you can't keep them spread." Elaine didn't reply other than keeping her knees separated, her eyes wide knowing that the pain wasn't over. Her punishment.

Ed used his left hand to gently pull her left inner labia, applying the clamp to the same spot that had felt the shocks. Elaine whimpered. He repeated the application on her right lip and she began moaning again. The chain hung halfway from her cunt to her knees.

"These are supposed to bite harder as weight is applied," Ed said to nobody, "they shouldn't fall off, but you never know." He reached back to the toolbox and removed a black steel weight labeled as "1 Kg."

Elaine watched as he gently pulled the chain away from her, attached the large steel weight, and slowly lowered it until it was completely hanging from her cunt lips - roughly down to her knees.

"Ohhhhhhhh" she said, her voice hoarse from her previous screaming. "Oh. Oh Oh Oh Sir... Oh please."

"Make it swing, cunt," Ed said as he turned and walked away from her, across the basement. He grabbed a step stool, walking back towards her while Elaine did her best not to move too much.

"You call that swinging?" he commanded. "SWING, CUNT."

Elaine's knees started to cum together, reflexively, as she swung the 2.2 pounds of steel. Ed grabbed one of his crops to swat them wide, again, his swats causing the weight to swing more. Elaine's stretched lips became whiter under the strain.

"Ohhhhh..." she responded to the unwelcome stimulus, instinctively moving her hips to stop the swaying. Ed's crop fixed that, first pushing the weight into a greater swing, and then harshly working it's way up between Elaine's now stretched cunt lips.

"When I say swing," he said, twirling the head of the crop to flutter between her agonized cunt lips, "I mean *swing.*"

Elaine's breathing became jagged, as she endured the agony. Ed worked the crop to slap between the stretched lips, but there wasn't really enough room for slapping. Just agitating.

Elaine moaned and moaned.

Ed moved away and sat on his stool, in front of her. He stared at her beautiful figure: arms suspended above her head, legs spread, and cunt lips being ruthlessly stretched.

"Good girl," he said with a smile. "Goood girl." There was no indication that he was going to relieve her. Instead he sat down and observed. Elaine's eyes remained downturned, and she could see the kilogram as it cruelly tugged her tender lips.

How long would she endure this? It felt like five minutes but it was only two before Ed reached over and got another kilogram weight.

"You can do better, baby," he said matter of factly as he attached the new weight, slowly releasing it to double the tug. Her lips turned even whiter as they streeettched, and her moans shifted higher. She started begging again.

"Oh please, Sir, Oh please, Sir, Please... I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. Aaaaiiieeee," her cry was unrehearsed and she started inhaling between her clenched teeth, "Please. This slut is sorry. This slut is sorry," the words poured out of her in stream of consciousness form. It was clear that she was mentally "in the zone," with buzzing in her ears.

Ed walked out of sight, behind her. She felt his dick against her ass before she felt him nuzzling her neck, his hands reaching around. Just his contact with her made her move and the weights swung cruelly. Her body was tight with agony.

Ed's finger appeared suddenly, gentle on her clit, rubbing it back and forth and in circles and up and down, steadily, even as her cunt lips shrieked in agony. Her senses shocked through her with pleasure through the pain. Ed continued fingering her clit, then reached his now-wet finger down and rubbed around the clamp's bite on her cunt lip. The pain shot up through her spine before returning he moved back to her fun button. Back and forth he went, playing with her clit, sometimes dipping into her sodden cunt, and then moving to rub around the clamps on her labia.

She couldn't cum. There was too much pain for cum, but she could think of nothing else.

He stopped, removing his arms, and stepped front of her in seconds. He knelt down, his nose just inches from her stretched-sex. He reached up, his hands gently spreading her tortured lips, but the weight and the angles were ruthless and Elaine shrieked as the steel clamps shifted on her tender flesh.

With her cunt spread, Ed's tongue licked her clit, gently. Even as he held her agonized lips apart he flicked his tongue barely on the tip of her clit. It felt like a thousand minutes before he stopped, the conflicting pain and sex pleasure scrambling in her brain. Her pain/pleasure moans poured out of her throat, like a wild cat.

"Not yet, slut," removing the clamps even as he finished licking. The removal of the clamps came as a shock to her and she screamed again, blinded by the pain of release. She was now trembling convulsively and only opened her eyes when she felt Ed's hand lift her chin.

His face was shiny with her cunt juice and he smiled. "Relax, pet," he cooed. "We have more fun planned, if my dick doesn't explode first..."

His erection was large, for him, and already twitching. Her agony was his aphrodisiac, and it warmed her to see it, even as the pain-throbs from her cunt subsided.