"So what are you wearing now?" came the voice in my ear.

"Just my panties, and my shoes and socks...mmmmm." Robin's hands caressed and massaged my shoulders, and he planted a line of small kisses from my shoulder up the side of my neck, then around to my cheek. His strong hands massaged my upper back, and I felt my muscles relax under his fingers. "He's rubbing my back now. Wow, that feels good." I sighed. "Now he's working his way farther down..." As the tension evaporated, I purred. His fingers worked their magic at the small of my back. "Wait, now he's pulling down my panties."

Robin knelt and slipped my skirt and panties from under my feet, then removed my shoes and socks. I heard Ranbir's breathing change, and wondered if he was touching himself as I talked to him. The thought was deliciously erotic, and sent a thrill through me. "I'm completely naked now."

Robin rose, leaving me standing entirely naked in the middle of the living room. He ran his fingertips lightly down my arm, raising a trail of goosebumps. "Does this turn you on, Ranbir? Do you want me?"

His breathing grew harder. "Yes," he said, his voice a growl. "I want to do everything to you. I want to fuck every part of you until you can't take any more." His words electrified me; my nipples, freed from their torture, hardened still more.

Robin took my hands in his and gently placed them behind my back. I heard shuffling sounds; a moment later, I felt a rope wrap tightly around my wrists. "Hey!" I said, startled. "He just tied my hands behind my back!"

Robin pulled my head back sharply by my hair. "Wait here," he said in a tone that made me shiver, then left.

"What's he doing now?" Ranbir's voice asked.

"I don't know. He just left the room," I whimpered.

"So you're just standing there naked with you hands tied behind your back?"

"Yes."

"That sounds really sexy," he said. "I loved that show you gave me last night. You are one nasty, slutty woman. If I didn't know better, I'd say you like begging me to make you messy. If I was over there, would you like me to come on your face right now, Naina?"

"I..." I hesitated. "I would like that," I stammered.

Robin came back into the room, carrying the bag of toys and dragging a hard wooden chair behind him. "I think Robin's up to something," I said. "He's got one of the kitchen chairs, and he's digging through the toy bag, and...oh!" My voice caught in my throat. "He has two dildos with suction cups on the end, and he's putting them both on the chair so they stick up..." I watched him, eyes wide. "Now he's pouring lube over both of the dildos. I think he's going to..."

"Yes, I am," Robin said. He stood behind me and yanked my hair hard. "You are going to be punished. Tell Ranbir what you're going to be punished for."

I whimpered and moaned and felt wetness running down my leg. "He's punishing me," I said, and my ears burned hot with shame. "He's punishing me because he sent me a text message while I was at work telling me to masturbate and make myself come. He gave me fifteen minutes, and it took me longer than that."

Robin drew me by my hair over to the chair. "Tell him what I'm going to do."

I whimpered and choked the words out. "I think...I think he's going to make me sit in the chair, and sit on these dildos, and take them up..." I choked, and a single tear of shame ran down my cheek. "Take them up my ass and pussy. OW!" I cried out as Robin pulled my head back savagely.

"Your cunt. Say your cunt."

I trembled and moaned. "He's going to make me sit on the chair and take the dildos up my ass and cunt." The word came out as a sob.

"How wet are you right now?" Ranbir's voice was breathless.

"Oh, my God, it's running down my legs..." My knees hit the chair as Robin dragged me back, and I almost fell. He hooked my wrists behind the back of the chair.

I lowered myself slowly, wriggling my hips back and forth until both dildos were poised to enter me, awkward, unable to use my hands. I lowered myself slightly, and felt them begin to stretch me open as they penetrated me. I gasped and cried out as I lowered myself a bit more and the heads of both dildos, slippery with lube, pressed inside my pussy and ass. I struggled to sit down very slowly, and the muscles in my legs protested.

When I had taken the dildos partway, Robin placed his hands firmly on my shoulders and pushed suddenly. I screamed as I sat down all at once, the dildos impaling me deeply, much too fast. I struggled and squirmed and tried to rise, but Robin's strong hands held me firmly in place.

"Sounds like you're sitting down," Ranbir said. I could only groan in reply.

"How do you feel?" his voice asked.

"Full!" I gasped. It was the truth; the dildos stretched me open, filled me up, pushed their way far up into me. "The one in my p-in my cunt is..." I paused, trying to catch my breath, chest heaving. "Is just a little bit too long for comfort, and it's so deep, and oh God, it hurts..." My struggles ceased as I willed myself to relax, to be still and take it.

Robin's hands left my shoulders. I heard him rummaging in the toy bag behind me, and felt another rope across my waist. "Ooh, he's tying me down to the chair," I said. He worked quickly and efficiently, binding my hips to prevent me from lifting off the dildos impaling me so deeply. I whimpered and struggled feebly. "I can't move, he has my hips bound to the chair, I can't get up... Now he's tying my ankles to the legs of the chair."

Within minutes, I was completely helpless, lashed securely to the hard wooden chair, arms bound to its back behind me, legs held wide, ruthlessly impaled. I couldn't stop the small noises that escaped my mouth.

"You poor dear, you sound like you're suffering so beautifully," Ranbir said. "I wish I was there to see it."

I made little mewling noises. "I...I wish you were here too." The thought of Ranbir watching me this way, bound and helpless and subject to these torments, turned me on enormously. "I like when you watch...Oh! Now he's binding my breasts..."

Robin wrapped a long length of thin rope around the base of my left breast, each turn wound more painfully tight than the last, forcing it to bulge and balloon out around the cord. "Huuunnnnngghh," I moaned. Ranbir's breathing changed again, becoming harder, faster. He likes this, I thought, he likes hearing me in pain, it gets him off...

Robin picked up a second piece of cord and bound my right breast the same way. I jerked and writhed and couldn't escape. He disappeared for a moment, and reappeared with something metal in his hands. My eyes widened. "Oh, God, no, please, no, not that," I said. "He's going to clamp my nipples, he's got the clamps and AAAAIIIIGGGHHH!!:" I threw back my head and screamed as the clamps bit down on my tender, sensitive flesh, much tighter than the clothespins had been.

He stepped back to admire his handiwork. I squirmed and twitched, feeling the dildos penetrate me, a slow painful ache that built gradually, growing stronger and stronger. Every tiny motion of my tightly constricted breasts brought fresh new pain; I panted, breasts heaving, and moaned with each breath. My nipples were on fire, the clamps pure agony.

Robin smiled. "I love seeing you in pain," he said. He picked up a long, thin, flexible rattan rod and laid it lovingly, gently, on the curve of my left breast. "He has the cane," I whispered, "he's going to use it on my breasts..."

A quick motion, then white fire, a hard, deep stinging along the top of my breast. I screamed and thrashed against my bonds. I knew instantly I would bear marks tomorrow.

The stinging pain faded, and a warm glow spread in its place, lighting up my body. My pussy tightened around the dildo and a heady, intoxicating rush filled my head. The pain faded away, and I felt giddy and lightheaded. A whoosh of air and white fire on my right breast, and suddenly I was laughing. I felt floaty, disconnected, like I was watching what was happening to me from somewhere else, describing things happening to another person. "He's caning me," I heard myself say, "he's-AAAH!-he's whipping my breasts, and-AAAH!-I am going to be bruised tomorrow-AAAH!-and it hurts so good-AAAH!" I laughed and giggled and squirmed uncontrollably with every stroke.

He built me up slowly, gradually increasing his tempo, striking me harder with each stroke. Soon I was unable to speak; I was drunk, euphoric, each lash another wave I rode higher and higher. I screamed and laughed and came, my pussy clenching painfully tightly on the dildo inside me. He released the clamps on my nipples at the peak of my ecstasy, new and unexpected pain rushed through my nipples, driving the orgasm onward, and the world gathered itself up and exploded around me.

"Naina?" A tiny, tinny voice in my ear from somewhere far, far away. "Naina? Are you still there?"

I stirred and moaned. I was hanging weakly by the ropes that held me to the chair, head down. Robin had removed the cord around one breast, leaving deep marks from the rope indented in my skin, and was untying the other.

"Yes," I said softly, "I'm still here. That was...amazing." The word didn't do the experience justice. "That was the most incredible orgasm...oh!" From nowhere, a fit of giggles possessed me.

Robin untied the ropes binding me to the chair and lifted me off the dildos. I cried out and giggled again as they slid out of me. My hands were still tied behind my back, he lifted me by my arms, then pushed me to the floor in front of him. I laughed as I fell to my knees. "Oh! Robin's unzipping his pants. My goodness, he's hard! He's putting his hands on my head. I think he wants to MMMMMF! Mmmmgh! Ungf ungf ungf!"

"Is he fucking your mouth?"

"Mmmmp! Mmmmf ghummmph!"

"You like having a penis in your mouth, don't you, Naina? I mean, you really, really like that."

"Mmmmm hmm. Mmmmf mmmmf mmmmf!" I could do nothing but make sucking and slurping noises, my mouth filled with Robin's cock.