Joe put the dogs in their kennel while I untied Tamara from the van. He came back to the van and released her wrists and elbows from her ankles and knees so she could stand and walk, although it was awkward for her with the spreader trees still installed at her knees and ankles. He told us he had built her a room for herself and led us to a small cabin that stood by itself some yards from the main cabin.
Her room was a complete collection of antique design devises intended to extract the truth, cooperation, and in some cases intended to maim or disfigure with an occasional item intended to kill very slowly. I noted they were all well oiled and in fine working order. I had to wonder if he intended to use them on Tamara, or if they were there for effect. When I asked Joe, his reply was that it depended on Tamara.
Just about then she hobbled up to the door, complaining that she has had to stop and coil up the clit chain. She went on that she really didn't mind if someone wanted to play with it but couldn't they put their toys away when they were thorough with them? She then tossed the gag and blindfold to Joe and told him to take care of them for her.
Joe smiled, walked over to Tamara and gently took the chain from her hand. He apologized for his thoughtlessness, and then told her it was her place to clean up after him, if she could, when he was done with his toys. He then attached the chain to the top of the door. It was then I noticed there was no door on the cabin, just a heavy set of curtains that covered the hole in the wall.
Tamara came inside and looked around the room noting all the tools of torture. "Oh great," she said to me, "you've sold me to a sadist, and I get to be tortured so he can get his nut." "Not at all," interjected Joe, "these things are here just in case you don't please me." "Right," was her final comment.
I said, "But aren't you the girl who likes to get beat so she can get off better?"
"Yea," Tamara replied, looking down at her tits and touching her clit ring, "beaten and raped, not maimed."
I noticed that as she spoke she leaned back on the wall by the door and continued to kind of run the cunt chain back and forth through her fingers and in a very short time climaxed for our benefit.
When she had finished with herself she smiled at me and said, "But as you can see, I've come, to enjoy the fine jewelry I've been given.
Joe motioned Tamara to come to him. She did so with a half smile on her face. When she stood in front of him he took one of the tit chains and attach it to a hook set in the west wall near the top. He then took the other and attached it to an identical hook set in the opposite wall. Tamara was standing in the middle of the room as he did this and was now fastened in such a way that if she were to move more than a few feet would run into the end of her tit leashes.
Joe then locked her wrists to her belt behind her then attached a chain hanging from the ceiling to her collar. When those preparations were done he proceeded to take up the slack in her clit leash until she had to keep her hips thrust forward to relieve the pressure on her clit.
Joe then smiled wickedly as he moved behind her and started taking the slack out of the leash which would bring her to her knees if it were pulled. I made me flinch, and Tamara screen in pain as she had her support pulled from under her and she began to bear weight on her tits and cunt. Just about the same time I though the rings were going to start ripping sideways out of her flesh she came to the end of the chain attached to her collar.
As her weight came down on the collar, her voice was immediately shut off with her air supply. Joe had brought our his tool and at this moment picked Tamara up by the hips and placed her ass hole on his rod. She screamed in surprise more than pain at his rape of her ass hole, he stopped and asked her if she wanted him to put her back down before or after he finished in her ass.
It only took her a few seconds to think it out and started milking at his cock with her ass in answer to the question. His face told me what was happening so I reached over to the clit chain and rubbed in gently. Her expression told me she liked that sensation, so I continued. It must have been hard for her to concentrate on Joe's pleasure while her clit was driving her toward her own climax at a rapid pace, but somehow she got Joe off just before she started jerking to the rhythm of her own climax.
When Joe had finish with her ass he let her feet back down to the floor and quickly disconnected the tit chains from the walls and the collar from the overhead. Tamara was still cumming as he released her wrists from her belt and forced her to sit on the floor. He then locked her arms and legs back together as they were at home, and lifted her into the air with the overhead.
He then secured her head leashes to some rings in the floor and finished raising her to a comfortable height to screw. He then striped himself from the waist down and greased his cock with some lard. Then with a sigh of pleasure stuffed his cock up her ass to the hilt. When he had made himself comfortable in her he leaned forward over her and clamped his strong hands around her neck choking her until she was doing the chicken for him. He released her just before she hung there still and her convulsions were continued for about ten minutes.
During that time he came in her ass, cunt and stuffed his cocky up her mouth and plugged her airway just as she came to. She immediately passed out again and he gave her a charge down the gullet.