Kaitlyn opened a large cabinet by the wall and removed a pair of leather cuffs and a wide, leather collar from the cabinet, as well as a strange looking metal device. She approached Marta and took each wrist and wrapped it with a leather cuff. Marta was trembling as each wrist was encircled by the thick, wide black band.

"Please Kaitlyn," she whimpered softly, "please, no."

Kaitlyn ignored her pleading, wrapping the wide collar around her neck. The collar was very stiff, and it forced Marta to raise her chin, stretching her neck in what appeared to be a very uncomfortable fashion.

Kaitlyn drew her arms back up behind her, attaching her wrists to the back of her collar, forcing her breasts to jut out. She pressed her eyes together tightly, straining in her bondage.

"Now," Kaitlyn said turning toward me, "since the little cunt can't keep her mouth shut, I'm going to have her keep it open."

She took the metal contraption and held it to Marta's lips. Marta pressed them together tightly, trying to shake her head as much as the collar would allow.

Kaitlyn pressed the tip of her finger at the base of Marta's nose, just above her lip and pressed, gradually pressing harder. Marta's eyes began to tear up, until finally she opened her mouth. Kaitlyn quickly slide the metal device in her mouth and deftly opened it up inside her mouth. With a series of quick clicks, Marta found her jaws spread wide. She tried to speak, but found herself only able to make gargling, gutteral noise, and to let out what sounded like desperate, strained screams.

Kaitlyn added a small metal crank, warning Marta, "You keep quiet or I turn the crank."

Kaitlyn grew very cross with her, "If you ruined this one, you're going to pay for it. And I really mean it. You need to learn how to keep that trap shut."

Kaitlyn rolled something over beside the bed, and pulled off the blankt which covered it. It was a large, wooden sawhorse, with what looked like ankle cuffs attached in between the two sawhorse legs.

Kaitlyn took her forefinger and index finger and stuck them in Marta's nostrils. Quickly and roughly, she led her to the horse, forcing her to stumble as she climbed on top of it. Quickly her ankles were secured into the cuffs.

Marta stood straddling the horse, whimpering as tears rolled down her cheeks.

Kaitlyn rummaged through a number of things in the cabinet, until finally she produced a large metal ring, covered with inch long rounded metal stubs. She approached the horse and slid in between Marta's cunt and the wooden cross beam where she buckled a small strap, attaching it to the horse.

Marta raised herself up onto her tippie toes, avoiding contact with the metal device.

Kaitlyn turned and looked at me. "See how she's straining?" she asked.

I nodded.

"She won't be able to do that for very long. Soon her legs will get tired and she'll have to rest and when she does, her body weight will be resting on those pretty, shiny metal poles."

Kaitlyn smiled almost affectionately, "They leave such beautiful bruises."

"How long does she have to stay like that?" I asked, noticing her legs already begining to quiver.

She removed a key from her necklace and unlocked the stocks holding my wrists. I quickly pulled them free and rubbed my raw, sore wrists.

"Well, David, how long she stays like that is up to you." Her smiled turned sinister.

"Put your hand on your cock," she instructed.

I did as she asked, feeling it grow immediately at my touch.

"It is 3:00 now. All you have to do is keep your hand on your cock and not cum. If you can do that for the next three hours, until six, I'll consider letting her go. But, if you cum David, she stays there until midnight."

"Midnight?!" I looked at her horrified, "You'll kill her!"

Kaitlyn laughed. "No, it won't kill her." She smiled again, "It will just make her wish that I did."

Kaitlyn pulled up a chair, and sat beside me, making sure I could still see Marta, who now had a line of drool running down her chin, her eyes closed tight, waiting for her legs to give out and impale her tender flesh on the cruel rounded spikes.

I slid my hand down to the base of my shaft.

"No, no, no" Kaitlyn corrected me, raising my hand up the top of my shaft, my most sensative, tender area. It was clear she had been paying attention.

"Kaitlyn," I whimpered, "I don't think I can stop myself."

"That's OK," she smiled, "you can cum anytime you want. It's just poor Marta who's going to have to pay for it. And after she tried to help you. But," she added whimsically, "if you can't help it, you can't help it."

I sat there, hand on my cock, straining not to cum, holding it absolutely still, knowing that even the slightest motion would send me over the edge.

An inhuman wail came from the horse, as Marta's legs finally gave out and she slowly lowered herself onto the rounded spikes. I watched her squirm, trying to find some way to make it bearable, but each movement just seemed to make it worse. She shook her head in desperation, as she cried and tried desperately to beg for release. The sounds which emanated from her sounded more like a wounded animal than anything human.

"Let her go," I pleaded, "you can do anything you want to me."

"David," she said calmly, "I can already do anything I want to you."

She stroked my cheek softly, "Besides, it doesn't work like that."

I closed my eyes and nodded softly.

"Now, David," she said, whispering softly into my ear, "I want you to tell me something."

I looked up at her, feeling incredibly vulnerable and exposed, my hand on the underside of my cock, which was now throbbing at the sound of her voice.

"I have a feeling, David," she said in a soft, raspy tone, "that you have all sorts of filthy little secrets, kinky turn ons, fetishes, all sorts of secrets."

I squirmed uncomfortably, her words both scaring me and exciting me beyond belief.

I whimpered, saying nothing.

"But, but, but," I stammered.

"But what?" she asked sweetly.

"I'll cum." I said, embarrassed.

"I told you that was OK," she said, touching my cheek again sweetly.

"But, what about Marta?" I pleaded.

"Oh, yes," Kaitlyn teased, "poor Marta. Well, just to add to her problems, if you stop telling me about your kinks, she'll stay where she is until midnight. Understand?"

"What?" I said, my head swimming.

"If you stop talking or change the subject, she stays there suffering. It's very simple," she explained.

She reached down and gave my hand a small shake, sending me to near orgasmic convulsions. She giggled.

"Come on, loverboy. Tell me everything." She smiled, "And I mean everything."

Marta squirmed and wailed again as her legs gave out.

I looked at the clock, it was just 3:15

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