Vice president turned sex slave Chapter 3 (prequel continuation)

Chapter 3

Buela watched the video again, the hooded woman’s throat working around the stranger’s cock while Andrew wiped the cum away. She paused the footage on the moment the posture collar locked tight and the shoulders strained back. The shape of those shoulders, the exact angle of the spine, matched the confident vice president who had shaken her hand across the boardroom table only days earlier. Buela’s lips curved. She saved the clip and began planning.

Two nights later Manju returned to the club. She paid Andrew the usual five thousand in cash, stripped in the parking lot, and let him hood and gag her. He strapped her arms behind her back until her elbows nearly touched, locked the posture collar, and led her inside. This time the bench was already occupied by another customer, so Andrew guided her to a different station: a narrow wooden beam set between two posts. He forced her to straddle it, toes barely touching the floor, then clipped her collar to a chain hanging from the ceiling so she could not fall forward.

Manju knelt in the dim dungeon, arms wrenched high behind her back by the tight straps. Her shoulders burned, but she kept her knees spread and spine straight like the perfect slave. A thick blindfold sealed her eyes and heavy earplugs cut off all sound, leaving her floating in darkness and silence. The only things she could feel were the cold floor under her knees, the collar around her throat, and the heavy chain leash dangling between her breasts.

Buela entered quietly. She wore full black leather: corset, skirt, boots. She studied the bound woman for a long moment, then stepped close and ran her gloved fingers over Manju’s exposed tits. Manju flinched at the unexpected touch. Buela pinched both nipples hard, twisting until a muffled sound escaped around the gag. She released them, then reached into her bag and pulled out a small case. Inside lay six sterile needles and a pair of curved nose hooks.

Buela first fitted the nose hooks. She slid the blunt tips into Manju’s nostrils and pulled upward, hooking them over the bridge of the nose so the tension forced Manju’s head back. Manju’s body jerked; she hated anything that invaded her nose. Buela smiled at the reaction and clipped a short chain from the hooks to the ceiling ring, locking the head in that strained position. Next she picked up the first needle. She gripped Manju’s left nipple, stretched it, and drove the needle straight through the base. Manju’s whole body convulsed. A second needle followed through the right nipple. Buela threaded thin chains through the needles and hung small weights from them, letting the metal tug the pierced flesh downward. Manju’s nipples stretched under the load, the pain sharp and constant.

Buela removed the earplugs only long enough to speak. “I know who you are, Manju. Vice president by day, cock-hungry slave by night.” She replaced the plugs before Manju could react. Then she knelt between the spread thighs and pressed her mouth to Manju’s cunt. Her tongue licked slowly at first, broad strokes from entrance to clit, tasting the wetness that had already gathered. She sucked the swollen lips into her mouth, then pushed her tongue inside, fucking Manju with it while her nose rubbed against the clit. Manju’s thighs trembled. Buela added two fingers, curling them against the front wall while her tongue continued its steady licking.

After several minutes Buela shifted lower. She spread Manju’s ass cheeks with both hands and dragged her tongue over the tight pucker. She licked in firm circles, then pressed the tip inside, working it in and out while her fingers kept pumping the cunt. Manju’s hips tried to rock but the beam and the nose-hook chain kept her pinned. Buela alternated between the two holes, licking ass, then cunt, then ass again, until spit and juices ran down Manju’s thighs.

Buela stood. She removed the flogger from her belt and began with light taps across Manju’s weighted breasts. Each strike made the needles shift and the weights swing. Manju’s nipples throbbed. Buela increased the force, delivering sharp cracks that left red lines across the soft flesh. She moved lower, flogging the inner thighs, then the ass cheeks, then back to the breasts. Manju’s body jerked with every impact, the nose hooks yanking her head each time. Tears soaked the blindfold.

Buela paused to slap Manju’s face with her open palm, first one cheek, then the other, five times on each side. The slaps were hard enough to sting through the rubber hood. She followed with open-handed slaps to the breasts, aiming directly at the pierced nipples so the needles tugged painfully. Manju’s muffled cries grew louder. Buela picked up a leather strap and began whipping the breasts in earnest, twenty hard strokes that left the skin striped and swollen. The weights bounced with every blow.

Ray entered the room and watched. Buela handed him the leash attached to Manju’s septum ring. He pulled upward while Buela continued the breast whipping. Manju’s shoulders burned from the arm straps, her nipples screamed from the needles and weights, and the nose hooks forced her head back so far she could barely swallow around the gag. Buela dropped to her knees again and resumed licking, this time focusing on the clit while three fingers drove deep into Manju’s cunt. She licked and sucked until Manju’s thighs shook violently, then pulled back just before orgasm.

Buela stood, wiped her mouth, and spoke again after removing the earplugs. “You love the pain. I can feel it in how wet you get.” She replaced the plugs, then added two more needles through each nipple, crossing them so the flesh was pierced in four places. Fresh weights were hung. She resumed the breast whipping, harder this time, until Manju’s entire chest was red and welted. Ray kept tension on the septum leash, forcing Manju to stay upright while the flogger landed again and again.

Buela returned to licking. She buried her face between Manju’s ass cheeks and licked the hole with long, wet strokes while her fingers worked the cunt. She alternated holes, sucking the clit, tonguing the ass, until Manju was dripping onto the floor. Then she stood, selected a thin cane, and delivered ten sharp cuts across the undersides of the breasts. Each cut made the needles shift and the weights swing. Manju’s body convulsed, tears streaming, yet her cunt clenched visibly around nothing.

Buela removed the earplugs once more. “Tell me you want to be my slave.” Manju could only moan around the gag. Buela smiled, replaced the plugs, and continued the session, alternating between hard punishment and relentless oral attention until Manju’s legs gave out and she hung from the collar and nose hooks, shaking through a forced orgasm while Buela’s tongue worked her clit and Ray held the septum leash tight.