Roughly

The mask was the same from the video, a blank white mask that had no features other than the eye holes. Melody looked at it in a mixture of fear and curiosity with Greg's words echoing in her mind. Once she put it on, she was nothing but a toy. She would have no name or identity. The idea of what was to come sent a shiver of anticipation through her. With one final smirk at her bull and his massive friend, Melody put on the mask.

Greg shut the door to the playroom and then he and Viper were on her. One of Viper's massive hands found her throat and squeezed, not hard enough to hurt her but enough to slightly cut off her air supply. He gave her a somewhat sadistic smile as he pulled her to the circular device. Both men began to strip her and take liberties with her body. Once her full tits were exposed, Viper roughly grabbed one while biting the nipple of the other. She cried out in pain and pleasure, trying not to struggle too much as they enjoyed her. Greg slid down her pants and panties before helping her step out of her sock and shoes. Her cloths were tossed to a far corner of the room. She felt a hand slide between her legs and stroke at her pussy.

"Looks like our toys sprung a leak Greg," chuckled Viper.

The two men then began to work. Greg fiddled with the device so that the ropes loosened and she could be have her wrists bound. Once her wrists were bound, she was lifted up by the device so that Greg could spread and tie her legs. She now looked exactly like the woman in the video. The two men stepped back to review their work and both were smiling mischievously. Viper walked up to her and took her by the chin, turning her head to one side, then the other.

"You know Greg, when I was younger I was really rough on my toys. I always ended up breaking them."

"I had the same issue."

"Thankfully, as an adult, I've learned how to be just rough enough with my toys that they don't break. And I can continue to play with them for a very long time."

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"That's why I like you Viper, we're so much alike." Viper backed off to look at a collection of riding crops hung on the wall nearby while Greg walked up to her. "Today's goal is to make you use your safe word. We will start with crops. Then move to floggers. After floggers, we will use belts. Maybe even paddles. When you can't take it anymore, you will say "Apple" and we will immediately stop and let you rest. Are you ready?"

"Yes Sir."

Greg nodded and stepped back. He joined Viper and the pair selected a riding crop for each of them. With how the device was set up, they could easily walk around her, so Greg circled around behind her. She felt the crop slide from her ass up to her neck before being pulled away. Then she was met with sharp stinging blow to her left ass cheek. Melody cried more from pleasure than pain. It had been years since someone had used a crop on her and she had sorely missed it. Even still, she was almost caught off guard by the second blow on her other cheek. Viper now was in front of her and gave her a lighter slap on her thigh.

"Oooh fuck yes!"

"Our toy likes it too much," Viper laughed as he landed a blow right on her pussy lips. She yelped in pain at that one, but quickly turned it into another moan of pleasure when another blow hit the side of her left ass cheek again. Over the next few minutes her tits, thighs, and ass were bombarded with stinging blows and her pussy grew wetter and wetter. The men knew what they were doing and only it fleshy areas that wouldn't cause actual harm. By the time they stopped, she was panting and close to an actual orgasm from the treatment. The last time anyone had used a crop on her, they had only spanked her for a minute before stopping from worry of hurting her. She hadn't gotten any real pleasure from it.

Melody wasn't paying attention and didn't see them swapping out their gear. It wasn't until the nine tails of the flogger slapped across her chest. She was so unready for it that it actually hurt her a bit. Melody gave a yelp of pain, and for the first time since the scene had started, tried to fight her bonds. The men watched for a moment, but didn't take her down. She hadn't said her safe word. She could still stand more and gave them a slight nod. The next blow struck across her ass. This one would leave a few marks. There was still pleasure in the pain, but it wasn't as much as the what she had felt with the riding crop. But she endured. Blow after blow, the men alternated who struck her. Gradually she grew more used to it and enjoyed it more, but her body was sore when they finally stopped. Her head hung limp and her eyes were distant. How long had they been at it?

She felt the mask lifted a little before something press against her lips. Melody realized it was a straw. Greg ordered her to drink and she did. Water, cool and refreshing but not ice cold. She drank her fill and he moved away with the cup. Viper had begun working with the device and taking the restraints off of her legs. Greg had returned as he finished the first one and worked the controls so that she could be lowered down when Viper finished her left leg. Once she was down, they carried her over to the bed and laid her down. She smiled up at the men.

"Is that it," Melody asked, curious why they hadn't continued as they had planned.

"Not yet. But you have been hanging like that for over an hour. We wanted to get you down and let the blood flow properly. It would be dangerous if we kept you suspended much longer. Now this next part will be what hurts. When you feel ready, I want you to stand up and bend over the bed. We will start with the belt. Listen to me carefully, there is no shame in saying your safe word. Belts and canes aren't something that you should try to be brave with. When it is too much, you say the word."

"Yes Sir."

"Good girl," Greg said before leaning down and moved the mask up again. He gave her a tender kiss that caught her by surprise before putting it back in place.

She swung her legs off the bed and carefully stood. Her legs were a bit wobbly but she found that she could stand just find. She was sore, but still ready to continue. She turned around as ordered and bent over the bed, putting her ass in the air and waiting. She felt a hand on her left ass cheek. Who ever it was gave her a rough squeeze and then was gone. She didn't look to see what they were doing even though she could hear them shuffling about behind her. Melody was at least somewhat afraid of what was to come. She had unconsciously tensed up until she heard Greg tell her to relax. She took a deep breath and tried to let her muscles loosen. Then it came. Striking like a bolt of lightning, the leather belt hit her ass with a loud smack. Melody screamed. This was a new level of pain. Even as a child she had never been whipped with a belt.

Melody Gritted her teeth and tried to withstand the next blow but had very little success. By the third blow, she was in tears and screaming. When the fifth landed she cried out her safe word. She couldn't handle any more. The blows stopped. The mask was removed. Melody curled up into a ball as the men gently wiped away sweat with cool rags before they lay on each side of her. They cradled her for a time as she shook with tears. In her head though, Melody was moving through so many emotion. Pain, joy, fear.... Lust. She had never wanted a cock so bad as right then. Something inside her had awoken because of the pain. She felt a very primal need to fuck. As she lay there between the men, that need grew stronger and stronger. Once the tears ended, it was like a new person had taken her place.

"Fuck me. Right fucking now."