ER - her

Being with Ela has taught you all about how to treat a lady. Well, a lady who likes to be treated the way that these two submissive, **** for punishment Polish sisters like to be treated anyway.

You roughly drag Zofia to the horse, and she goes along willingly. You strap her on, and it does not look very comfortable. Her back is arched over the middle, and her legs are bent at the knee with the bottoms of her feet pressed against her thighs, held in place by big straps. Her arms are up over her head and pulled taut. One final strap goes across her body, just under her breasts, keeping her tight against the unpadded wood, and making it difficult for her to breathe.

Zofia’s usual dom probably knows a safe word but you don’t care. You aren’t here for her pleasure, you are here to learn the truth. A proper dom works up to things and leads into them, makes everything feel organic and natural, but you don’t need to be proper.

Three huge wardrobes full of every possible sex toy are in this room. You get the cruelest nipple clamps you can find and snap them on with no warning.

Zofia gasps and jerks in surprise, her face going red. Then you tighten the straps even more, making her hiss loudly.

“I want to know where Ela is,” you say.

“What?” She has an accent, but she speaks English.

You twist one of the clamps ruthlessly. “I want to know where she is. Where is she. Tell me,” you order.

Zofia is incredibly tough, but this is one of the most sensitive spots on her body. She cries out.

“Who are you?” she demands.

You go to the cabinet and look at the array of dildos. You pick the largest one and stuff it in her mouth, effectively gagging her.

“If you’re going to say something, it better be what I want to hear,” you say, giving one of her nipple clamps a flick. Her whole body is red and rigid now. Whether she wants to be or not, she’s so aroused that you can smell it incredibly strongly. Her thighs are soaked. She has neatly trimmed hair down there, and no piercings or tattoos anywhere. Her mound is hot to the touch.

You wipe her off so that body tape will stick, then tape a small vibe directly to her clit and turn it on at low power. Even on low, it’s touching her clit directly. If you did that someone who was not tied up, they would yelp and leap away. Zofia doesn’t have that option.

She screams, but she can’t make much noise around the dildo in her mouth. You grab a riding crop and touch her belly with it. Through everything that she’s feeling, that gets her attention.

You pull the dildo out of her mouth.

“You better not make a sound unless it’s answering my questions,” you warn her. Tears roll down her cheeks, but she doesn’t say anything.

You grab her face in one hand. “Where is Ela?”

“At home,” Zofia gasps.

Yes! You have an understanding now. She has given in.

“Why? Why did you bring her back here?” you shout at her.

Zofia clenches her jaw. Seriously? She’s resisting? You shove the dildo inside her, and it’s so big that even when she’s this wet, it’s a tight fit. You dial up the vibe to full power and grab another dildo, pushing it down her throat.

Her body is strapped down so tightly that it can’t really move, it can only tremble, and it does so nonstop. Her juices run down the horse’s legs, pooling on the ground. The room is getting extremely fragrant. Pushing the dildo deeper into her mouth with your left hand, you use your right to fuck her with the other dildo. You aren’t sure how many times she can cum before she passes out, but you have to be pushing it. It’s only been five minutes since you first touched her, but she’s turned up to an eleven.

You take the dildo out of her mouth.

“Ready to talk?”

She gives a shake of her head.