{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"5297b443-2687-4d31-84fd-0112e30dd3a1","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2024-04-20T13:05:13.132Z","title":"Bedtime Stories","slug":"bedtime-stories","shortId":"MNXs1qjP","authorNote":"The codes relate to the stories within the story.","disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"Over a series of nights, as they are making love, a girl tells her boyfriend a series of nasty and bloody tails centring around a master and his slavegirls.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"6563b1db-4609-467d-aea6-864de32946e1","title":null,"summary":"\nBedtime Stories\n\n\nI am blessed with a girlfriend\nwith a very active imagination. She loves to read ","wordCount":2712,"readTime":14,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

\nBedtime Stories

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\nI am blessed with a girlfriend\nwith a very active imagination. She loves to read stories of young\nwomen being tortured mercilessly by cruel male doms with big cocks\n(bigger than mine). She also loves to submit to me, but her fantasies\nof what she would like to do, do not much the actuality. She does not\nhave a high pain threshold, and having plastic clothes pegs on her\nnipples is about as far as she can go – and only that when she is\nalready turned on. But she has an incredible body, with a cunt\ntighter than any other one I have ever known. So I’m not really\nbothered that I don’t get to do crazy tortures on her. But she is,\nas she finds descriptions of such tortures highly arousing. I know\nthat she wants to push her limits. But I’m quite happy to have a\nslut without any scars or bruises. Oh, by the way, she calls herself\nCandy (not\nher birth name).

\n\tAny, one night, while we were\nlying naked in bed, she began to talk, while she began a slow wank of\nmy cock. She was telling me a story, one which she must have made up\nsome time ago, as she had all the details worked out. I think she\nmust have memorised it.

\n\t“Once upon a time, there\nwas a cruel Master who had a slavegirl called Candy.” Candy said.\n“The master liked Candy, but she was only a slave to him, as\ndisposable as any slave in his kingdom. For the cruel Master had many\nfemale slaves in his palace, all of them his possessions. None of\nthem had any rights. They were things to be owned, not people. Master\ncould put any of them to death, on a whim, and he had often done so,\nin the past.”

\n\tCandy, as she manipulated my\nhardening cock, looked into my eyes. Her eyes are deepest brown, so\ndeep that they are almost black, much darker than her long brown\nhair. \n

\n\t“Just imagine having your\nown slavegirl, Rick, one you could torture to death and nothing bad\nwould happen to you. Imagine the power to do anything you decided to\nan utterly defenceless girl. Imagine if you could torture me to\ndeath…”

\n\tI didn’t reply. Like I\nsaid, Candy had fantasies of extreme torture, the sort which should\nonly be limited to stories, and which should not take place in real\nlife.

\n\t“The Master felt that Candy\nwas only interested in her own pleasure, and not interested in\npleasing him.” Candy continued. “So he asked her to beg him to\ncut off her clitoris. He told her that she had to beg. But Candy\nrefused, because she liked her orgasms, and didn’t want to lose\nthem. The Master was right, Candy cared only about her own pleasure,\nand not that of other people. \n

\n\t“The Master told Candy that\nshe would regret not begging to have her clitoris cut off, and that\nshe would beg to have her centre of pleasure destroyed. He had Candy\ntaken to the dungeon, and put on a Spanish horse…”

\n\tCandy was getting turned on\nby telling this story. I could smell that wonderful scent of female\narousal. Those pheromones are the best aphrodisiac in the world. I\nwas already rock hard. It wouldn’t be long before I came. But Candy\nhad always been good at manipulating me. She paused in the tale, but\ncontinued wanking me, intending me to climax at the climax of the\nstory. When she thought that I was very close she continued with the\ntale.

\n\t“The Master watched Candy\nride the wooden horse, the edge pressing into the slavegirl’s cunt.\nCandy moaned, for the pain got worse and worse. But the Master was\nnot finished. He had another slavegirl, Mindy, Candy’s friend,\nbrought into the dungeon. He told Candy that her friend would suffer\nif Candy did not beg to have her clit could off. But Candy refused to\nbeg. The Master had Mindy bound over a T-shaped cross. Mindy’s arms\nwere tied to the cross-bar of the T. Mindy was bent back so that the\ncross-bar of the T was beneath her back, and her big tits were now\nthe highest part of Mindy’s body. Mindy had the biggest, best tits\nof any of the slavegirls. They were great, milky mounds. Mindy’s\nhair was bound into a ponytail. Her hair was weaved a hook\nattachment. The hook was drawn down and attached to a ring set into\nthe wood of the T-cross. Mindy’s head was drawn back as far as it\ncould go, her mouth open. \n

\n\t“The Master ordered his\nmain Torturer, a great big brute of a man, to whip Mindy’s breasts\nwith the barbed chain whip. This was a terrible lash, with thin metal\nchains forming the strands. But the links of the chains had sharp\nbarbs coming out of them. It would draw blood with each strike. A\nperson could be whipped to death with it.

\n\t“Lash after lash fell on\nMindy’s breasts, as she screamed. Each strike of the chains drew\nblood. But not only blood, for the barbs cut the flesh, tiny gobbets\nof the skin and breast tissue whipped away…” – that was where I\ncame – “…until, much later, when Mindy could not be revived\nwith smelling salts, her breasts were unrecognisable as being a pair\nof tits. They were mere gobbets of bloody flesh, much reduced in\nsize. It was then that the Master had Candy taken down off the\nSpanish horse. She had won, for now…”

\n\tThe story ended, at least for\nnow. I could see that Candy was very turned on by the story she had\ntold, and the gory fate of Mindy. But, unusually, she did not touch\nher clit, even though one touch would have brought her to orgasm.

\n\tI had come all over Candy’s\nface. She had directed my cum onto her pretty little face. Normally\nshe would have gone into the bathroom and washed her face clean. But,\ninstead, she leant back on the bed, and let my white cum dry on her\nface. \n

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\nThe next day, when we were in\nbed, Candy began a slow wank of my cock with her milky double D\nbreasts. Ah, it felt wonderful. And she began to talk, carrying on\nwith the story which she had started the previous night. It was clear\nthat Candy was already very turned on, no doubt due to not cumming\nthe night before.

\n\t“The next day the Master,\nagain, asked Candy to beg to have her clit cut off. But again she\nrefused, for she did not want to lose her orgasms. So, again, Candy\nwas taken down to the Master’s dungeon, where a Spanish horse\nawaited her. Candy’s face paled, for this wooden horse had a much\nmore acute angle, and would be that much more painful to ride. But\nCandy loved her orgasms, and refused to beg. She was out on the\nhorse.

\n\t“The Master told Candy\nthat, each night that she refused, she would ride the horse; and\nthat, each night, one of her supposed friends would suffer because of\nCandy’s pride. This time Candy’s friend Sandy was brought into\nthe dungeon to suffer. \n

\n\t“Sandy had the sweetest\ncunt in the whole harem of slavegirls. Everybody said so. It was\nperfect, so that all of the other slavegirls loved to give\ncunnilingus to Sandy. \n

\n\t“The Master told the\ntorturer that Sandy’s cunt and clit had to be ruined. They should\nbe whipped away to nothing. Somebody was going to lose their clit\nthat night. The Master told the Torturer to make it last.

\n\t“Sandy begged, but was\nignored. She was bent backwards over a stool-like device, and chained\nspread-eagled, her wrists and ankles attached to iron bolts set into\nthe stone floor of the dungeon. Sandy was set up so that she was in\nfront of Candy as she rode the horse, and Candy would be able to see\neverything which happened to her friend.

\n\t“Sandy’s cunt was the\nhighest part of her body. The torturer worked his way up, over a\nperiod of hours, starting with the mildest pussy whip, and ending\nwith a hooked cat o’nine tails. That last whip had hooks which\ncaught in the flesh, and shredded it as the Torturer jerked the flesh\nback. When the Torturer finally finished his gory work Sandy’s\ngroin was only an open, bloody wound. Both inner and outer labia had\ngone, and her treasured clit had been whipped away…”

\n\tBy then I had cum,\nsplattering white spunk over Candy’s pale globes. Despite being\nclose to cumming herself she did not bring herself to orgasm, but\nturned over and went to sleep, my cum still on her tits.

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\nThe next day, when we were in\nbed, Candy got down between my legs and began to lick my cock. In\nbetween a very slow fellatio, she would break off to tell me sections\nof another story, one set in that same place as the other tales of\nthe cruel Master and his slavegirl Candy. It was more than a little\ndistracting – for me – for Candy to break off to carry on with\nthe story.

\n\t“The Master, on the next\nnight, once again asked Candy to beg to have her clit cut off. But,\nonce again, Candy refused, even though she feared more hours on the\nSpanish horse. Her cunt was still very sore, and she feared the pain.\nBut she still refused to surrender her clit, even though she was a\nslave, and the Master had the right to do whatever he wanted to\nCandy.

\n\t“The Master, on the next\nnight, once again asked Candy to beg to have her clit cut off. But,\nonce again, Candy refused. \n

\n\t“Once again, she was taken\nto the dungeon. She was put on the Spanish horse again. But, this\ntime, heavy stone weights were attached to Candy’s ankles, adding\nto her discomfort, dragging her down.

\n\t“Another supposed friend of\nCandy was brought into the dungeon. It was the blonde Wendy, from the\nfar north, who had the fairest skin of all the slaves. The Master\nordered that Wendy’s skin should be marred by fire, so that it\nwould never recover, and that she would wear the marks forever. The\nTorturer prepared the branding irons. \n

\n\t“Over the course of many\nhours red hot branding irons were applied to nearly every part of\nWendy’s body, as Candy suffered on the Spanish horse. Candy watched\nevery touch of that glowing iron. She watched as it was rolled up and\ndown the thighs of Wendy. She watched as it was applied to the soles\nof Wendy’s feet. The branding iron left marks which would last\nforever on Wendy’s stomach, armpits, buttocks, breasts and pubic\nmound. The final touch was to Wendy’s clit, where the branding iron\nwas held until that organ was no more, for it had been decreed that\nsomebody should lose their clit that night.

\n\t“Wendy was taken away. She\nhad survived the long torture of the branding iron. But nobody would\never desire her again. Thanks to Candy’s pride her body had been\nruined…” \n

\n\tCandy gave a last suck on my\npurple, engorged glans, and took her mouth away. I exploded, cumming\nall over her face. She closed her eyes, letting stream and stream of\nhot white cum fall on her waiting face.

\n\tShe did not wash her face,\nbut let my cum dry on her skin. Nor did she bring herself to an\norgasm. Not that night…

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\nThe next day Candy had a\nfourth chapter of the tale for me, related as my cock was buried in\nher tight, shaven cunt. Candy is very skilled with her cunt, able to\ngrip and release in a rhythm. When she does that I can’t resist\nspurting deep inside her. \n

\n\t“The Master, on the next\nnight, once again asked Candy to beg to have her clit cut off. But,\nonce again, Candy refused. \n

\n\t“Once again, she was taken\nto the dungeon. She was put on the Spanish horse again. But, this\ntime, her labia were grabbed with pliers and pulled out as wide as\nthey would go, before nails were hammered through her cuntlips,\nsecuring them in place. Only then were the heavy stone weights hung\nfrom Candy’s ankles.

\n\t“The Master had a beautiful\neighteen year old girl brought into the dungeon. Candy gasped, for it\nwas her virginal younger sister Cindy, who the Master must have\nordered kidnapped. Cindy was not a slave, but that did not matter to\nthe cruel Master. \n

\n\t“Candy begged and begged to\nhave her sister let go. But the Master ignored Candy’s pleas. They\nfell on deaf ears. Candy had to learn.

\n\t“Cindy was chained\nspread-eagled in front of Candy. The teen shivered in fear, and so\nshe should. Because of Candy’s pride Cindy’s life was forfeit. \n

\n\t“Her death was to be\nhorrible, though. The Master ordered that she be skinned alive. Candy\nwatched as her sister screamed in agony, as the skin was peeled off\nCindy’s thighs, the Torturer working with great skill to get the\nskin off in two pieces, one for each thigh. Candy watched as Cindy\ngurgled in agony as the skin was removed from her youthful breasts,\nher nipples removed in their entirety. Candy watched as Cindy’s\npubic mound was skinned. The teen’s labia were cut away, and her\nclitoris – which had never known a lover’s touch – was cut\naway. Cindy was left a gory, bloody mess. But she was not dead yet.\nThe torturer had left just enough skin that Cindy would last for\nhours, before finally expiring in front of her sister. Only then was\nCandy taken down from the Spanish horse…”

\n \tCandy’s cunt was\npulsing, not in orgasm, but in skill. I released my seed in her cunt,\nand Candy dismounted me. I didn’t think that she had cum. But I\nfelt exhausted, even though Candy had done all the work.\t \n

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\nThe next day the story which\nCandy had created reached its climax, so to speak. Candy carried on\nwith it only after inserting my cock into her tight arsehole. I\nrarely got to fuck Candy in the arsehole because she normally claimed\nthat my cock was too big – it’s only average in size – not due\nto any hang-ups about anal sex. But, tonight, Candy wanted me inside\nher hot, tight ass. \n

\n\t“The Master, on the next\nnight, once again asked Candy to beg to have her clit cut off. Candy\ncould not face more long hours on the Spanish horse. Her cunt and\nclit simply hurt too much. It would be better to lose it than to have\nit tortured each night, by having her weight press it into the cruel\nedge of the torture horse. So she begged her Master to cut off her\nclit.

\n\t“The Master told Candy that\nshe would indeed lose her clit, but that he was very angry with\nCandy, for the refusals of the other nights. So her clit would be\nremoved, but with not some simple cut by a knife or scissors. No,\nbecause of her delays Candy would be whipped to within an inch of\ndeath. And then, when her features had been ruined forever by the\nbullwhip, her clit would be removed by a branding iron. Candy begged,\nbut the Master would not be moved.

\n\t“Candy was strung up,\nhanging spread-eagled in chains. The Torturer was ordered to whip\nCandy close to death, but told that she must not die, or the Torturer\nhimself would be put to death, in the most painful way that the\nslavegirls could conceive. The Torturer then was very scared, for the\nslavegirls hated him, because of the punishments he had delivered in\nthe past. So he put all of his skill into marring Candy so that no\nman would ever desire her again. \n

\n\t“The whipping of Candy was\ntruly terrible. It went on over days. Whenever Candy fainted smelling\nsalts were used to revive her, so that she would miss none of the\npain. Every bit of her body was whipped, apart from her eyes and her\nclit. By the time that the Torturer had finished it was impossible to\ntell where one cut ended and another began. Her body was red with\nblood. Her breasts had been destroyed. Her labia hung in ribbons. No\nman would ever desire her again.

\n\tThe Master himself burned off\nCandy’s clit with the branding iron. Then she was sent to the\ndeepest dungeon, never to see him again, to live out the rest of her\nlong life in dark seclusion.”

\n\tI came into Candy’s\narsehole as the story ended. It had been a good tale… \n

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\nThe story had been completed,\nso I didn’t expect anything when I went to bed with Candy the next\nnight. But, on the bedside table, there was my soldering iron. It was\nplugged in, and the end was almost certainly very hot.

\n\t“Why is that there?” I\nasked. \n

\n\t“I am offering myself to\nyou.” Candy said. “I am offering to be a slave for your pleasure,\nnot mine. I have not cum all week. I am desperate to cum. But it\nshould be about your pleasure, not mine. So it is time that our\nrelationship changes. Let me serve you as a no limits slave. Ignore\nthe fact that I can’t take pain. Burn off my clit so that I can\nnever cum again. Make me your pleasure slave…”

\n\tI laughed and reached for the\nsoldering iron…

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\n\n

\nHere the story ends. Decide\nwhat I do next. There are two options:

\n\tOne: The sensible option. I\nturn off the soldering iron and put it away, knowing that no woman\nshould ever be denied the right to cum.

\n\tTwo: The crazy option. I burn\noff Candy’s clit…

\n\tIt is your decision. What do\nI do next?

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\nThe End.

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