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\nMaso-Camming: Parts 5 to 8

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Maso-Camming:\nPart Five

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\nCammy stood in front of her\nlecturer, not knowing that the older woman wanted. Cammy’s face was\nred, but not out of embarrassment, but because she was trying to hold\nback an orgasm. Cammy just wanted to get out of there.

\n\t“Sunday morning, I want you\nto come around to my house.” Mrs Anderson said. “This is the\naddress. I have something which I need to show you.”

\n\tMrs Anderson handed Cammy a\npiece of paper. Mrs Anderson’s home was about a two mile walk from\nCammy’s rooms.

\n\t“Sunday morning, nine\no’clock, if you know what’s good for you.” Mrs Anderson said,\nthen walked away. Cammy was left staring at the address.

\n\tCammy had intended to take\nthe train to a certain sex shop and beg Kate to take the rings off.\nBut that would have to wait until the following weekend now. Cammy\nwould have to wear them for another week. She wondered what it was\nall about.

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\nSunday morning Cammy left her\nrooms at a quarter past eight in the morning, to walk the two miles\nto Mrs Anderson’s home. Cammy was wearing her skin-tight jeans and\nher shapeless woollen pullover, but with a jacket over the pullover\nas it looked like rain. \n

\n\tShe walked as fast as she\ncould, trying her best to ignore the rubbing of her tee shirt against\nher nipples, or the denim of her jeans against her clit. She was only\npartially successful, as she managed to get over halfway to Mrs\nAnderson’s home before she was overwhelmed by an unwanted orgasm.\nShe had to steady herself against a garden wall as she came. Just as\nshe was recovering it started to rain. But not just to rain, but to\nreally tip it down. The heavens opened.

\n\tCammy was soaked to the skin\nby the time that she got to Mrs Anderson’s house. It was a nice\nGeorgian one, with the lecturer’s red Porsche on the drive at the\nfront. At least there was a porch, in which Cammy could shelter as\nshe rang the bell. \n

\n\tMrs Anderson opened the door\nalmost immediately. Cammy was more than a little surprised to see\nthat the lecturer was wearing a black tee shirt and a black leather\nminiskirt. It was clear from the way that Mrs Anderson’s boobs\nmoved around under the black tee shirt that the woman was not wearing\na bra. The older woman’s nipples were clearly erect. Cammy could\nnot take her eyes off them. \n

\n\t“Come in, and take your wet\nthings off.” Mrs Anderson said. She was smiling, and in a good\nmood. It appeared that Cammy was not going to get a dressing down,\nafter all. Cammy began to suspect other, ulterior motives for her\nbeing here. The idea thrilled her.

\n\tCammy handed over her coat,\nand took off her shoes. She kept on her pullover, even though it was\nsoaking wet, for obvious reasons.

\n\t“Come into my study.” Mrs\nAnderson said. The study was a large room on the ground floor, at the\nback of the house. Shelves lined the room, and they were full of old,\nleather-bound books. There was a large mahogany desk dominating the\ncentre of the room. A large monitor, 48 inches at the least, had been\nset up on the desk, linked to a laptop. Mrs Anderson pressed the\nReturn button on the laptop. A video began to play. It showed Cammy’s\nlast but one camming session, when she had used needles on her pussy.\nThe video began with the first needle being forced into Cammy’s\nshaven pubic mound, and ended when Cammy had cum as she had forced\nthe last needle deep into her clit.

\n\t“What do you want?” Cammy\nasked. It was clear that this was blackmail. The threat was not\nneeded. Cammy wasn’t stupid. Why else show this video.

\n\t“I want you to submit to\nme.” Mrs Anderson said. “Nine o’clock, every Sunday morning, if\nyou know what’s good for you, my sweet little Cammy.”

\n\t“Fine.” Cammy said. She\nwas turned on, and the idea of submitting to this milf was arousing.\nHad she not had the ring around her clit, keeping her in a state of\nsexual tension, then Cammy would almost certainly refused. But she\nwasn’t thinking clearly. All of her actions were decided by her\nlibido – and Cammy badly wanted to submit to this woman. \n

\n\t“Good.” Mrs Anderson\nsaid. “When we are here, playing our games, you are to call me\nMistress, or Mistress Anderson. Do you understand?”

\n\t“Yes, Mistress Anderson.”

\n\t“Good. Get out of your wet\nclothes.”

\n\tCammy stripped off. Mrs\nAnderson could not help but notice the rings around her clit and\nnipples.

\n\t“What are those?” she\nasked.

\n\t “They are high tech rings\nto control the blood flow.” Cammy said. “I am testing them out\nfor a dominant woman who runs a sex shop. They keep my nipples and\nclit erect, and me on a verge of an orgasm. I do not know how to take\nthem off. I am going to go back to her in a week or two, tell her my\nexperiences, and have her take them off.”

\n\t“God, you really are a\nlittle slut.” Mistress Anderson said. “Let me put your pullover\nin the wash. It’s leaking on the carpet. I’ll wash it and get it\nback to you some time.”

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\nWhen Mistress Anderson\nreturned she looked a little sterner of visage. She stood in front of\nthe mahogany desk, her legs spread. \n

\n\t“Crawl to me and lick my\ncunt!” Mistress Anderson hissed. Cammy, permanently turned on,\ncould not have refused such a command in a thousand years. She\ncrawled on all fours to kneel at her mistress’s feet. She was now\ninches from Mistress Anderson’s cunt, naked under the leather\nminiskirt. Mistress Anderson was shaven. She was also pierced through\nher outer labia by silver rings. Cammy grasped the rings, and used\nthem to spread. her mistress’s cunt lips, so that her tongue could\nget at the sweetness within, as the lecturer stood dominating Cammy.

\n\tMistress Anderson came\nquickly the first time, her cum juices flowing into Cammy’s eager\nmouth. But once was not enough for the mature woman. She and Cammy\nmade love into the early afternoon. She fisted Cammy’s cunt,\nmanaging to get her whole hand inside up to the wrist; she used a\nlarge black strap-on to fuck Cammy up the arse and in her cunt,\nbefore having Cammy lick the dildo clean; she had Cammy lick her anus\nfor an extended period; she spanked Cammy’s backside until it was\npink, while alternately fingering Cammy’s cunt; and she finished,\neventually, by sitting on Cammy’s face and pinching Cammy’s\nnipples with her fingernails. By the time that sexual exhaustion\novercame the two women Mrs Anderson had come half a dozen times, and\nCammy a couple more than that. Mistress Anderson had not quite\nfinished with Cammy, though.

\n\t“I have instructions for\nyou.” Mistress said. “From now on, you will dress in my lectures\nin this way. You are to wear the tightest, sheerest white tee shirt\nwhich you possess, with nothing over the tee shirt. You are to wear\ntall leather boots. The only other item which you are allowed to wear\nis a leather micromini, with the shortest hem you can find. If you\ndon’t own one go out and buy one. When you sit in my lectures you\nare to spread your legs so that when I look at you, I will be able to\nsee your naked cunt.”

\n\tCammy blushed. If she wore\nclothing like that everybody would be able to see her nipples.\nAnybody in front of her who turned around, to look over their\nshoulders, would be able to see her naked cunt. But she did not\nargue. She accepted that this was just one more step in her journey.

\n\tCammy went home. She now had\nanother Mistress to satisfy, after Kate.

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\nThe next time that Mrs\nAnderson was lecturing Cammy was there, in the front row, trying to\nlisten to every word, but failing, as her thoughts were all on the\ncoming Sunday. Cammy was wearing a white tee shirt with very thin\ncloth. Her erect nipples could not be ignored. One girl had already\ncalled her a slut. \n

\n\tCammy was also wearing\nthigh-high black leather boots and a black leather micro-mini. The\nskirt was so short that it only just covered Cammy’s shaven cunt\nwhen she was standing. But sitting down it did not cover her crotch. \n

\n\tCammy spread her legs wide,\nshowing off her shaven, wet cunt to her milf mistress. Mrs Anderson\nsmiled.

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Maso-Camming:\nPart Six

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\nAs Cammy was leaving Mrs\nAnderson’s lecture one of the other female students came over to\nher. The student was a young black woman. Cammy thought that it was\ngoing to be another accusation of being a slut. But it wasn’t. \n

\n\t“I’ve seen your cam\nshow.” the girl said. “My name’s Darla. But you can call me\nMistress Darla. I’m coming around your rooms Saturday night to help\nyou cam. I think you need a strict hand. If you liked sticking a\nneedle in your clit you’re gonna love me. See you, slave.”

\n\tThat was that. Cammy had been\ngoing to go back to see Kate on Saturday, as her Sunday’s were no\nlonger free. But it seemed that she would have to see Kate some other\ntime. And it seemed that she was going to be camming again, as well.

\n\tShe sighed.

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\nSaturday night, at a little\nbefore nine, there was a knock on Cammy’s door. Cammy opened the\ndoor naked. She now spent nearly all of her time alone in her room\nwithout any clothes on. And it seemed to save time greeting Darla\nnaked, as Cammy suspected that this encounter was going to be highly\nsexual. \n

\n\tDarla had on leather boots\nand a big brown mackintosh that came down to her knees, as far as\nCammy could tell. Darla did not seem the least bit bothered by seeing\nCammy naked. Of course she had seen it all before on a computer\nscreen. \n

\n\t“Glad to see you’re in\nthe mood.” Darla said, looking at Cammy’s erect nipples and clit.\nBut Cammy was now always\nin the mood. She couldn’t help it.

\n\tDarla shucked off her\nmackintosh. Beneath it she was wearing a red basque, which left her\nshave cunt quite bare. Darla reached into one of the pockets of the\nmackintosh and pulled out a leather hood, which not only looked\nfierce but would serve to hide her identity.

\n\t“Get on the bed, slut.”\nDarla said. It was then that Darla noticed the red dildo shaped like\na dog’s cock.

\n\t“You dirty slut!” Darla\nsaid. “So you fantasise about sucking off dogs, do you? Well, get\nthat dildo in your mouth and give it the best blow job ever.”

\n\tCammy did just that. She\nstared into the camera with her doe eyes, while sucking on the end of\nthe dog dildo. She swirled her tongue around the end, an undeniably\nerotic sight. Meanwhile, Darla added a few words, made up on the spur\nof the moment. \n

\n\t“Watch Cammy suck on that\ndog dildo. But she would much prefer that it was a real doggy cock.\nCammy loves to feel a dog cock in her cunt, the dog fucking away. But\nCammy much prefers to have that doggy cock in her mouth, sucking away\nuntil its milky cum leaks into her mouth. She swallows it all down,\nnot wanting to waste a single drop. It is her favourite drink. Just\ndrinking that slimy cum is enough to make her cum. She is a real\ndog-sucking bitch. I wish that we could show Cammy sucking on a real\ndog’s cock, but Britain’s restrictive laws prevent anything like\nthat. But believe me when I say that I have seen Cammy suck dog after\ndog after dog, always swallowing their cum. She can’t get enough of\nit. Any dog will do, as long as it has a big cock. Her favourite\nposition is on her knees, her head under its belly, her lips wrapped\naround its cock. I’ve seen her holding a pint glass under its cock,\nand milking doggy cock after doggy cock into the glass, so that she\ndoes not miss a single drop of spunk, and can swallow it all down…”

\n\tOn and on the invective went,\ndescribing acts of perverse bestiality. Cammy’s cheeks reddened\nwith humiliated embarrassment. But she was undeniably turned on by\nthe mental images which Darla had summoned. Had there been a real dog\nin her bedroom, just then, Cammy would almost have certainly wrapped\nher lips around its cock for real.

\n\tEventually Darla tired of\nthis game, mainly because she wanted to ride Cammy’s face. Darla\nhad picked up the riding crop. She sat on Cammy’s face, spreading\nher fleshy lips, and commanding Cammy to make her cum.

\n\t“As you know this slut\nreally loves pain.” Darla said, as Cammy’s tongue began its work\nin Darla’s shaven, ebony cunt. “So who are we to deny her desire?\nI’m gonna use this crop to whip her cunt. I’m only gonna stop\nwhen this maso cunt makes me cum.”

\n\tDarla did not build up with\nthe crop. She was not as skilled in such matters as Kate. She used\nher full strength from the start. It was lucky for Cammy that the\ncrop was relatively soft, as, otherwise, Darla would have drawn\nblood. As it was Cammy ended up with marks all over her upper thighs\nand cunt that lasted for days before fading away. \n

\n\tWhen Darla came – and,\nluckily for Cammy, it didn’t take very long – Darla hit the end\nof the crop right down on the end of Cammy’s erect clit, making\nCammy scream and jerk under her. That was a suitable climax both for\nDarla, and for the session.

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\nOn another time Darla put on a\nstrap-on and fucked Cammy in the arsehole. It was the biggest fake\ncock which Cammy had yet had in her arse. She made sexy little\nmoaning sounds as the anal rape went on and on. On and on Darla\npounded away as people watched. It was a turn on for the black girl,\nraping this white girl’s arsehole.

\n\tAs she pounded away Darla\ngrabbed Cammy’s long brown hair, pulling Cammy’s head back so\nthat Cammy had to open her mouth. Her little pink tongue stuck out.\nBut it stuck out even more when Darla grabbed Cammy around the neck\nand began throttling her. Cammy’s face darkened as her oxygen was\ncut off. She couldn’t breathe, and she began to get scared, waving\nan arm around to indicate that Darla should stop. Darla eventually\ngot the message, but only as the room began to swim in front of\nCammy’s eyes. Cammy found that having her breathing restricted like\nthat had heightened her arousal. But it was not something which Cammy\nasked her to repeat.

\n\tAt the end of the session\nDarla sat on Cammy’s face.

\n\t“Lick me, bitch.” Darla\ncommanded. Cammy did just that. But it still took a long time for\nDarla to cum. \n

\n\tDarla did not get off Cammy’s\nface, though. She’s had an idea of how to humiliate Cammy even\nfurther. \n

\n\t“Keep your mouth open,\nslut.” Darla said, looking down at her slave. Then the masked Darla\nlooked into the camera. “Cammy is my toilet slut. I’m going to\nshow you how much she loves to drink my piss. She has begged to drink\nmy piss, and I never deny her. But this little slut is a full service\ntoilet. Cammy has also begged to eat my shit. Later, after the\ncamming session is over, Cammy will open her mouth as wide as she\ncan, and I will shit a long, steaming turd into her mouth. She will\nswallow it all. She really is a toilet slut. Having women shit in her\nmouth makes her cum.”

\n\tMaking sure that it was\ncaptured on camera, lifting herself off a little so that the pee\ncould be seen, Darla let a stream of hot, sour piss into Cammy’s\nmouth. Cammy had to swallow it all or risk getting piss all over her\nbed. And so ended that session.

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\nDarla never actually shat into\nCammy’s mouth. She had only said that to humiliate Cammy, and turn\non those watching the cam session. But Cammy, the next day, as she\nleft a lecture on Draco the law-giver, did have a Japanese student\napproach her. Cammy thought that she was called Mariko, but she\nwasn’t sure. She hardly knew the girl.

\n\tMariko crooked her finger,\nindicating to Cammy that she should come closer. Cammy did.

\n\t“If you ever want somebody\nelse to shit in your mouth then come to my room and I will take great\npleasure in shitting in your mouth.” Mariko said. She giggled, then\nwalked away, without waiting for a reply.

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\nMrs Anderson had been watching\nall of these camming sessions. This was evinced by the actions the\nfirst Sunday after Darla had pissed in Cammy’s mouth.

\n\t“I saw that black girl piss\nin your mouth.” Mrs Anderson said, once Cammy had taken her clothes\noff for another session of licking the lecturer. “I can’t say how\nhot it made me to watch you swallow all that piss. I have been\ndrinking water all morning, and I really need to go. Come with me\ninto the bathroom.”

\n\tThe naked Cammy trailed\nbehind her lecturer into the bathroom. Cammy was ordered to lie down\non the floor. She opened her mouth. She knew what was coming next.\nMrs Anderson crouched on the bathroom floor, her cunt poised over\nCammy’s mouth. \n

\n\t“I’ve never done this\nbefore.” Mrs Anderson said. Her face was flushed, and it was clear\nthat she was highly turned on. She found the idea of pissing in the\nmouth of this innocent-looking girl to be highly arousing. “Here it\ncomes…”

\n\tA hot stream of almost clear\npiss burst out of the woman’s pisshole, into Cammy’s waiting\nmouth. Cammy somehow managed to swallow it all without choking. When\nMrs Anderson had finished Cammy licked the older woman’s slit\nclean. That touch was enough to make Mrs Anderson cum.

\n\t“Oh, yes, that was the\nfirst one,” Mrs Anderson said. “I hope to have a lot more orgasms\nbefore you go. I know that you like eat shit. But I don’t feel like\ndoing that, you naughty girl. Maybe some other Sunday. But I think\nthat I will be pissing in your mouth again before you go…”

\n\tWould Cammy have eaten her\nlecturer’s shit? It did not bear thinking about. But, if she was\nbeing honest with herself, then she was so turned on that she would\nhave tried anything.\nAs it was Mrs Anderson never shat in Cammy’s open mouth. But every\nSunday she hung that threat over Cammy’s head, like a rather nasty\nSword of Damocles.

\n\tFrom that Sunday on, though,\nMrs Anderson would always piss in Cammy’s mouth, when Cammy went to\nsee her. Just one camming session with Darla, and Cammy was now a\npiss slave…

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Maso-camming:\nPart Seven

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\nCammy decided that, with\nDarla’s assistance, she could put her fantasy of an all-night cunt\ntorture endurance session into effect. Darla was more than happy to\nassist, as long as she got a video of the session. They decided that\nthe best would be to start the session at nine o’clock on a Friday\nnight, after advertising that Cammy clit, nipples, urethra, cunt and\narsehole would be available for extreme electrical torture. \n

\n\tCammy let Darla set it all\nup. Darla knew a lot more about PCs than Cammy. Darla told her that\npeople would be able to control the power of the shocks, and how\nmany, from their home computers. \n

\n\tThe session was set up to be\na freebie, available to certain subscribers, as a reward for their\nsupport. One of those not\ngetting the option to play along would be that hatchet-faced sadist\nwho had bought a hundred seconds at level ten in the past. She would\njust want to monopolise the session. Instead twelve of Cammy’s best\nsupporters would get an hour each, to send what shocks they desired\ninto Cammy. These subscribers included Darla (of course), Kate, the\nthree teenage fans, and Mistress Anderson. The session would end when\nDarla released her at nine o’clock the next morning. There would a\nfive minute period every hour when there would be no shocks which\nwould give Cammy a chance to recover, before the next lot of shocks\nstarted. \n

\n\tAt half past eight that\nFriday night Darla chained Cammy spread-eagled to the bed. Darla had\nset up two extra cameras. There was the normal camera at the foot of\nthe bed, on Cammy’s computer, staring at her naked cunt. But Darla\nhad also set up a pair of high definition cameras: one staring down\nfrom above at Cammy’s naked body, and the other taking a close-up\nof Cammy’s face. Darla explained, while fingering her own clit,\nthat people would want to see Cammy’s face contorted in agony.\nDarla certainly would. \n

\n\tCammy had emptied her body as\nmuch as she could during the day, going as far as to let Darla give\nher an enema, as Cammy didn’t want to ruin her bed. To make sure,\nthough, Darla had convinced Cammy to remove the mattress and the bed\nsheets. The bed had a frame of metal rings wired together. It was on\nthat metal lattice – which was already uncomfortable – that Cammy\nlay. \n

\n\tCammy was chained tightly.\nWires led to the rings trapping her clit and nipples. A metal sound\nwas put in her urethra, and a little tape made sure that it stayed in\nplace. A thick long metal dildo went into her cunt, and was taped in\nplace. A stubby metal cock went in her arsehole. The bed frame was\nwired up, as well. The final bit of bondage was to put a leather gag\nbetween Cammy’s teeth so that Cammy would not bite her tongue.

\n\tDarla waited until she was\nsure that Cammy couldn’t escape before revealing a secret.

\n\t“Did you know that the ring\naround your clit can also vibrate, if it is hooked up with\nelectricity going into it? Did you know that it can also tell if you\nhave just had an orgasm? Well, your friend Kate told me that. So I\nhave set it up that, when you have your five minute break every hour,\nthe ring will vibrate on maximum power. If you should cum it will\nsend a signal to your computer. For each orgasm it will increase the\nminimum amount of electricity going into your bits. It will double\nfor every orgasm. It means that, after the first orgasm, it will have\na minimum of 2, even if people think that they are entering 1 on\ntheir computer. It will go 2, 4, 8… and then 16. I have gone into\nthe root menu of the TENS unit to allow it to send more than 10 into\nyou. The maximum safe level is 20. Beyond that you could suffer death\nor damage to your nerves. So you should thank me for limiting it to\n16. You won’t have any long-term damage. Now I’d better get back.\nI have the slot from three to four this morning, and I’m really\nlooking forward to torturing you way\nbeyond your limits.\nI suggest that you\ntry not to cum.”

\n\t“Mmmmmph!” Darla ignored\nthe sound coming out of Cammy’s mouth. She left Cammy to her\ntorture.

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\nAt nine o’clock Cammy went\nlive, her naked, wired up body on display. At first nothing happened.\nThe person who had been given the session had not yet cum on line.\nThen, about ten past nine, Cammy saw a picture on her computer. It\nwas of some eighteen or nineteen year old guy. He was naked on his\nbed. His uncircumcised cock was already erect. He began masturbating,\npulling back on the skin, each wank temporarily revealing the shiny\npurple glans. He didn’t press a button on the computer yet. As an\nafterthought, almost, as he neared orgasm, he turned it up to ten,\nand held down the return button. Cammy felt incredibly harsh\nelectricity course through the wires of the bed, through her nipples,\nher clit, in her urethra her cunt and arsehole, as the guy spunked\nstreams of white cum high into the air. After he had cum he lost\ninterest in torturing Cammy, apart from the occasional buzz to her\nclit on level one.

\n\tFive to nine and the session\nended. But the ring around Cammy’s clit came alive to give her not\npain, but pleasure. It buzzed away, more powerful than any of Cammy’s\nvibes. After the electricity it felt so good that Cammy came within\nseconds. It meant that all shocks would now be at level two. Cammy\nknew that, and the idea that it was going to get worse only aroused\nher. She was always aroused. Even during the torture she had been\naroused. \n

\n\tShe peaked into a second\norgasm at four minutes and fifty three seconds. Level four. \n

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\nAt ten o’clock another\nperson came on line. Cammy – but no other subscriber – could see\nthe face of Mrs Anderson. She didn’t speak, but took advantage of\nthe session, to send electricity between Cammy’s clit, urethra and\ncunt. Mrs Anderson thought that she had it on level one, sending only\nmild shocks into her slave. But Cammy felt every volt of the level\nfour charge. Mrs Anderson perhaps felt that she was kind in moving\nthe electricity around from clit to cunt to urethra to arsehole. But\nall that Cammy felt was pain. \n

\n\tCammy saw Mrs Anderson enter\nsomething on her laptop. Cammy felt a level four pulse go through her\nclit, arsehole, cunt and urethra every couple of seconds. It lasted\nonly for less than a second. But it felt to Cammy as though her\ninsides were being fried. She waited for the pain to get less. But it\nnever did. \n

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\nAt eleven o’clock the three\nteenage girls appeared. The three were all naked. They had cocktails,\nand one, lying back on the bed, was vibing her erect clit. It looked\nlike they had been looking forward to this for some time.

\n\tOne of them – the prettiest\none – lay on her stomach to type in a message on her laptop/ \n

\n\twe\nthink you’re incredible

\n\twe\nwould love to torture you in person M wants to burn your clit with a\ncigarette

\n\tI like the needles and I’d\nput a red hot one through your clit

\n\tS is nasty she says she\nwants one of your nipples as a keepsake she wants to cut one off\nwhile she is shitting in your mouth we all want to see you eat our\nshit

\n\tCammy\nwished that Darla had never said that a certain maso slut liked to\neat shit. Now everybody was fantasising about that, even though it\nwasn’t true. Or, as Cammy told herself, it wasn’t true yet.

\n\tThe three girls took turns to\nshock Cammy, using the keyboard to select just where and for how long\nthe shocks should come. Whether they intended that Cammy should only\nbe shocked at level one the slut did not know, as all of the shocks\ncame out at level four, at least for most of the session. With three\nof the girls there, and them all being highly-turned on, Cammy never\ngot a let-up from the shocks. One should not give highly turned on\nsadistic teenaged girls the ability to shock another girl’s clit.\nBut there was something about these three girls which made Cammy want\nto suffer for them. She wanted to be tortured, if it brought them\npleasure. She wanted them to cum while watching her in agony. \n

\n\tAt a little after a quarter\nto midnight one of the girls pointed at the clock, and at the\ncomputer screen. There was a brief conversation. Cammy could not tell\nwhat was being said, and she wished that she could read lips. But the\nupshot of the discussion was that one of the girls typed in a command\non their laptop. A few moments later Cammy felt a level ten shock rip\nthrough her genitalia. They had set it on maximum, for her clit,\nurethra, cunt and arsehole. Cammy jerked around, screaming around the\nleather gag, almost biting through it. But the shock just went on and\non. It had been set for a continuous shock for all of the remaining\ntime. As the three girls watched Cammy jerk in real agony, real\ntorture, they all came, applying vibrators to their swollen clits, as\na hundred volts of burning electricity went through Cammy’s.

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\nOn and on the torture went,\nover the next few sessions. Shock followed shock, all at level four\nor higher. Cammy felt that she had left the real world behind, and\nentered on of Dante’s circles of Hell: the one reserved for\nmasochistic teenaged sluts. Cammy could not believe that she had been\nso stupid as to actually ask for this horrendous session. People\ninterrogated by the Third Reich during the Second World War had got\noff lighter than Cammy. She feared that, despite what Darla had said,\nall that electricity would ruin her clit and her cunt, taking away\nher ability to feel pleasure.

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\nAt three in the morning Darla\nappeared on the screen. \n

\n\t“I see that you’re only\non level four.” Darla said, looking at her computer. “Let’s see\nif we can do something about that.”

\n\tDarla pressed some buttons on\nher laptop. Cammy did not feel any electric shocks, but a buzzing,\nnot only through her clit ring, but also the rings around the base of\nher nipples. Cammy’s ability to feel pleasure through her erogenous\nzones had not been diminished one bit. If anything, coming after a\nhorrendous few hours, her ability to feel pleasure seemed to have\nbeen heightened. \n

\n\tWithin five minutes an orgasm\noverwhelmed Cammy, as Darla laughed to see her not resist cumming.\nCammy’s clit was truly engorged, more sensitive than it had ever\nbeen, larger than it had ever been. But Darla had decided to be\n“kind.” She did not begin shocking Cammy, but let the vibrations\ncontinue for the rest of the session, giving Cammy another three\nmind-blowing orgasms. It had the effect, of course, of leaving her\nclit ultra-sensitive for the next person. And when the next person\ngave her a three second shock, which they had thought was only on\nlevel 1, 160 volts ripped through Cammy’s clit. Cammy fainted, only\nto be brought back to her tortured reality by 160 volts going from\nher cunt to anus. There would be no retreat to unconsciousness. Nor,\nreally, did Cammy want it, on her deepest, most masochistic level,\nthat self-destructive part of her that she tried not to admit\nexisted.

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\nOn and on it went, the torture\nnever stopping. Cammy felt as though she was losing her mind. Her\nnerves were on fire. She wished that she had never agreed to this\nsession. She had to be crazy.

\n\tMore pain, more torture. But\nsomehow, as the hours of torture passed, Cammy was able to sublimate\nthe incredible pain which shook her body. \n

\n\tWhen she had the final\nfive-minute break the vibrations took her to her fourth orgasm of the\nevening.

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\nAt eight o’clock in the\nmorning the final session started. Cammy stared at the screen to see\nKate padlocked to a bed, using time-lock handcuffs that would last an\nhour. Kate was wired up the same way as Cammy, and had been gagged as\nwell. \n

\n\tLarge text temporarily\nreplaced the image of Kate, as Kate had set up her computer to send\nan automatic message to Cammy.

\n\tHello\nCammy it is Kate as you can see I have set up my computer so that we\nsuffer exactly the same during these fifty-five minutes. I have set\nit up to do a one minute shock every other minute. I do not know when\nI set it up what the level will be maybe it will be sixteen. But I\nhave been very turned on watching you all night.

\n\tThe\nmessage faded to leave the image of Kate. The shocks began. It being\nthe final hour, this session would be the full sixty minutes. Cammy\nsuffered – the suffering of the damned – thirty, one minute\nshocks. \n

\n \tCammy forced herself to\nremain conscious by force of will, as she watched her mistress\nsuffering at exactly the dsame level of electricity. Cammy wanted to\nsuffer for Kate. At that moment in time Cammy would have done\nanything for her Spanish lover. If Kate had asked Cammy to tear off\nher clit with a pair of rusty pliers Cammy would have obeyed.

\n\tNot until the very final\nshock did Cammy faint.

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\nCammy hardly noticed Darla\nrelease her, replace the mattress and clothes on the bed, and then\nlet the torture victim rest. Cammy stayed in bed for days, recovering\nphysically from her ordeal. But mentally?

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Maso-Camming:\nPart Eight

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\nIt took Cammy a long time to\nrecover from her mammoth endurance session. It was days before her\nclit was back to normal. In fact, from being numbed by the torture,\nit went to being even more sensitive. But Cammy did not know whether\nthat was a physical effect or merely psychological. Maybe she simply\nwas more in tune with sensations. But she knew that it took a lot\nless to bring her off. And with her clit having a ring around it\nmeant that she was getting so many orgasms that she felt exhausted.\nShe had to get the ring removed.

\n\tHer endurance session had\naffected her in other ways, though. Her priorities had changed. She\nhad come through a life-altering experience, and was not the same\nperson as before. When people talked about politics or world events\nit left her cold. She was no longer interested in such matters. What\nthe fuck did such shit matter? All that mattered was pleasure and\npain, and not necessarily in that order.

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\nAs soon as Cammy had fully\nphysically recovered from the endurance session she went down to see\nKate. Well, her clit was more sensitive than ever, but Cammy was\nstill feeling a little spaced out. She almost missed her stop on the\ntrain because she was just staring into space, disconnected from the\nnormal vanilla word. But when she neared the sex shop she perked up.

\n\tKate looked very pleased to\nsee Cammy, a big smile lighting up her sexy face. And that made\nCammy’s heart leap. Cammy did not yet realise that she was in love\nwith Kate.

\n\t“Have you come to be my\nslave?” Kate asked, half-joking, once the shop had been locked up.

\n\t“No, I’m not ready to\nbecome your permanent slave.” Cammy said. She had had a long time\nto think about it, and had reached a resolution. She had read up on\nBDSM relationships, and knew exactly what she wanted. “I will\nbecome your permanent, twenty-four seven slave, but not yet. I want\nto finish university first. I must do that if I am to respect myself.\nI will carry on camming while I am at uni. Then, when I have\ngraduated, I will become your slave. \n

\n\t“I am prepared for a total\npower exchange. I will give myself totally to you. I will become your\nno limits slave. You will decide exactly what will happen to me and\nmy body, and I will have no say in the matter.”

\n\tThis was both more and less\nthan what Kate had hoped for. She had wanted Cammy to move in with\nher, as soon as possible, to be a sex slave would lick her to orgasm\nevery day. But what Cammy was offering was a lot more than that. Kate\ndecided that good things came to those who waited.

\n\t“As for tonight, though, I\nam not catching the train back. I’ll stay all night and go back in\nthe morning. You have all night to torment me, and have me make you\ncum.”

\n\t“Then we will not sleep,\nbut fuck all night.” Kate said. Why waste such an obvious\nopportunity. “I’ll make some coffee.”

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\nThe two women drank a lot of\ncoffee, especially Kate. They adored each other’s bodies, bring\neach other to orgasm after orgasm. The action might have been light,\nas there was no pain – yet – but perhaps it was what Cammy\nneeded, after her endurance session with electricity. Their tongues\nexplored every crevice. Cammy rimmed Kate. Kate rimmed Cammy. Breasts\nand erect nipples were sucked. and, of course, clits were flicked\nwith the tongue.

\n\t“I need to piss.” Kate\nsaid, in the afterglow of yet another orgasm. “Do not spill any. I\ndon’t want piss on the bed.”

\n\tCammy didn’t spill any. She\nhad gotten used to swallowing piss quickly. But, as Cammy had Kate\nsit on her face, pissing into her mouth, she saw the dominant look on\nKate’s face. Cammy knew that at least a little pain would be\ncoming. It would be the cherry on the icing on the cake.

\n\tAnd a little pain came, with\nthe crop taken to Cammy’s backside; and then her breasts, and then\nto Cammy’s cunt, while Kate rode Cammy’s face to yet another\norgasm. By the time that Kate had finished Cammy was exhausted. and\nwanted to do nothing other than sleep: the sleep not of the just, but\nof the sexually exhausted.

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\nCammy slept. When she awoke\nshe couldn’t find Kate, at first. Then she found her in a secluded\nyard out back. The yard was enclosed by twelve foot high brick walls\non all sides. The only window overlooking the yard belonged to Kate.

\n\tKate had a metal drum with\ncoals at the bottom. The coals were on fire, glowing red. Stuck in\nthem was what looked like a branding iron. \n

\n\t“Is that for me?” Cammy\nasked, staring at the red coals. She noticed that iron rings – four\nof them – had been set into the blue bricks which made up the floor\nof the yard. Cammy wondered if Kate had done something like this\nbefore.

\n\t“Yes.” Kate had. “If\nyou will not join me now, then I need to mark you as mine, so that\neverybody knows. I don’t want some other slut stealing you away.”

\n\t“Okay.” Cammy surprised\nherself by saying. The thought of the pain of a branding scared her.\nIt scared her a lot. It was more extreme than anything which she had\nyet done. But a part of her was thrilled by the fact that Kate\ndesired her enough to brand her. She would be Kate’s forever!

\n\t“First, before I mark you\nas mine forever, I want you to help me put on some rings. I have\nrings for my clitoris and nipples, just like yours. These rings will\nbe our engagement rings, and we will both wear them until the day you\nbecome my slave forever.”

\n\tThe two women went inside to\nlook at the rings while the branding iron heated up. The rings looked\njust like the ones which Cammy was wearing.

\n\t“Put them on me.” Kate\nsaid. “Make sure that they are at the base of my clit and nipples.\nI want to feel what you are feeling. We will be joined in pleasure\nand pain.”

\n\tUsing a vacuum pump Cammy did\njust that, first the nipples, then the clit. Kate moaned as Cammy\nused a lot of suction, as Kate’s nipples were larger than hers (and\nKate’s clit would be once it swelled). But Cammy got the ringers\nright at the base of the nipples and clit. The nipples slowly began\nto get more swollen, as did the clit. Cammy knew from experience\nexactly how much more sensitive they would feel, how the feather\ntouch of silk knickers could bring an orgasm, or how going commando,\nand having the clit brushed by harsh denim, was a very exquisite\ntorture.

\n\tCammy, now that Kate wore all\nthree rings, could not resist getting on her knees to tongue Kate to\na screaming orgasm.

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\n“The iron will be hot.”\nKate said. “I had wanted it red hot. It might be white hot.”

\n\t“I don’t care. Brand me\nwith a white hot iron. Make me yours. I will be proud to wear your\nmark. Let’s do it.” \n

\n\tKate grabbed four tough\nleather bindings, and a gag for Cammy. They went out into the back\nyard. Cammy did not have to strip anything off, as she had not yet\nput on any clothing. The gag was fixed tightly in Cammy’s mouth, to\nmuffle her screaming. Cammy knelt on the hard blue bricks, thinking\nthat she would be face down, and that the brand would be on one of\nher buttocks.

\n\t“No, on your back.” Kate\nsaid. “My brand goes on your pussy.”

\n\tCammy paused, just for a\nsecond. The idea of a pussy branding terrified her. But then she got\non her back on the blue bricks, and spread-eagled herself. Kate\nattached the leather bands to Cammy’s wrists and ankles. She went\naround, tightening them as much as was humanly possible, attaching\nthem to the rings set into the cobbles, so that Cammy could not move\nat all. Kate used all of her strength to stretch Cammy out. Cammy\nfelt as though she was on a rack, it was so tight.

\n\tKate smiled. She pulled the\nbranding iron out of the coals. The end had been shaped in the form\nof the letter K. It glowed orange. Cammy could only stare at it as it\nwas slowly lowered, to hover above her groin. Cammy could feel its\nheat when it was inches away. Then the branding iron was forced onto\nCammy’s pubic mound, the legs of the K either side of Cammy’s\nclit.

\n\tCammy fainted, so she had no\nidea just how long the iron was held to her mons\nveneris.

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\nWhen Cammy came around she was\ninside, in the kitchen. She had a nasty red brand on her cunt. Kate\nwas telling her about after brand care, something with which the\nSpanish woman seemed to be intimately familiar. Just how many young\nwomen were walking around bearing the brand of a K?

\n\tThe area still hurt. It would\ncarry on hurting for days. But Cammy had become a good friend of\npain.

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\nAs soon as Cammy felt well\nenough she caught the train back to her university digs. She had gone\nto see Kate to get rid of the rings around her clit and nipples. But,\ninstead, she had come away with a permanent mark on her cunt, one\nwhich would be there for the rest of her life…

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To\nbe concluded…

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