Bon Appe’tit Ch.5

I was slowly waking up. Before I opened my eyes I knew I was back in my cell on the smelly mattress. I was sore. I ached all over but especially between my legs. I carefully touched myself to confirm it really happened. The six rings in my labia were still there. They had been joined by a new ring. One that went right through the center of my clit. It was apparently made of the same stuff being completely solid and unable to be removed. It was smaller in diameter and gauge then the others. Some of my girlfriends said the had their clits pierced, but what they really meant was they had their hoods pierced not their actual clitoris like mine. Having a ring through mine meant it would always be stimulated and stay perpetually hard.

I was still constantly being milked. I don’t know how much I had produced since I had been her but it was gallons. It seemed like my breasts were holding up pretty well. My nipples were very long having been in the suction cups almost all the time. I was hoping they would let my pussy heal up some. Every couple of days the Apron Guy would wash me down while I was hooked up to the milking machine. He would say that I was starting to smell. He used a rough brush and a bucket of soapy water. I am pretty sure he washed cows in the same way. I had been totally naked for weeks. Bodily functions continued and of course if they weren’t going to let me clean myself up I was going to smell.

I was in the rack giving milk like always. I could feel the rings in my labia pulling down constantly stretching them. I guess we were near the end of the session because Mr Yee came in. Something was going to happen and I shook a little. He asked me the same question and I sobbed my same answer. He moved behind me and I prayed he would leave my pierced pussy alone. I heard a strange swishing sound. It was like wind through a tree. Something struck me in the ass. It didn’t hurt at first but when it happened again it started to feel like a hundred bee stings. I could hear him behind me swinging his arm. He was whipping me. He was using a cat-o-nine-tails on me. My ass was soon on fire. Each time he would strike me I would sob a little. He didn’t use any pattern so I never could anticipate it. Over and over he whipped me. Now and then one of the long strands of the whip would hit between my legs directly on my pussy. That really hurt.

By the time he stopped I almost couldn’t breath I was sobbing so much. They were breaking me down. I didn’t pass out and was led to my cell. I could see my ass but when I felt it there were welts and it was hot. He didn’t break the skin. I would be bruised and sore. It was difficult to get comfortable so I didn’t sleep well. I had no concept of time other then my own biological clock. I have always had a 28 day cycle and I had one period so far while here. I knew another would start soon so that meant I had been here almost 2 months. For the next 6 sessions the whipping continued. I got stronger and could take it better. There is a fine line between pain and pleasure and I was wondering if I was crossing it. Even though my ass hurt like hell and burned I noticed my pussy was getting wetter and wetter. When he hit me the ring and my clit would move around stimulating it. It was the seventh time of him to whip me and I had my first orgasm while he did it. I think he sensed that I had and he stopped.

I was breathing hard and my ass burned. I thought he was done and had left the room but I was wrong. He had gone out but came back. I could smell something funny. I couldn’t quite place it and I could see him. It was a smoky metallic smell. I knew he was standing behind me. He placed his hand on my ass.