The chief cum bringer is called "Sciatta", meaning wet slut, if she shows any sign she enjoys being brutalised. Very occasionally, the Donna refers to the poor bitch as "Fica", although the title is ironic. Fica means cunt, but the Donna is only ever interested in fisting the other hole. Oblata seems to be her actual name, but the Donna also uses that word to refer to the contents of the woman's overused bottom.
Oblata brings regular offerings to fill Ramona's pussy, but this ritual seems to irritate the Donna more each day. The exquisite wing piercings are soon complimented by others in all Ramona's soft parts, almost as if the cruel mistress must reassert her claim after each insemination.
The nipples were the first to suffer that honour. As soon as the clamp bit into that sensitive flesh Ramona's eyes widened in horror, but she knew better than to object.
The Donna pierced Ramona's teats with steel rings as thick as curtain hooks, flesh stretched tight around the metal. The first time Ramona was lifted off the floor by those sensitive buds she almost passed out. Thankfully the agony was brief, and came with equally intense rewards.
Yesterday saw a tiny pair of jewelled rings set into her pussy lips. There are a handful of similar ornamental piercings hooked through the areolas of each breast, contrasting the thicker steel rings needed for restraint.
Now a sturdy collar matches the wide cuffs on her wrists and ankles. It was Ramona's reward for a few devoted hours using the devil's tongue on her Donna's tits and pussy. It sits on her slender neck, a thick band of hard leather with a huge steel ring on one side, a sharp buckle on the other, unashamedly crude in this opulent palace.
Her bottom is no longer plugged, and she's not allowed to fuck herself anymore. Instead, a polished meat hook splits her peach, the inch wide metal teasing rather than filling her rear. She earned the hook by reluctantly but thoroughly fisting her own arse the third time offerings were shoved up her pussy.
The Donna's favourite overnight bondage is to splay her Piccola's tightly folded legs as wide as they can go, and anchor her by that hook from the ceiling like a chandelier. The barbed tips of Ramona's wings and tail are carefully lashed together and padded. A silk rope runs from her ass hook to the main anchor point, with the length passing between her wings. Another runs up from her collar to the anchor, meaning that if she leans forward the stress on her poor hole lessens but she chokes; the buckle cutting in under her chin.
Her wrist cuffs are chained to her nipple rings, meaning the only way to relieve the pressure on her rim is to fold her wings right back and grip the rope between them. If she were to unhook her ass, her weight would all fall through her neck. Would that be preferable to life spent like this? Debauched service with no end in sight?
The Donna admits that hearing Ramona's sweet moans and whimpers along with regular squeals of frustration keeps her soaking wet all night, and the genuine respect and gratitude Ramona shows in the morning when she's allowed down is pleasing.
Ramona has the stamina to take whatever her Donna gives her, but hanging all night is exhausting. Her own favourite nighttime bondage is less painful and far less passive
It is to have her wings and tail left free, her legs folded as usual but otherwise unconfined, and her wrist cuffs linked and pulled back over her head, tightly roped to her hook. It's the closest she's allowed to come to fucking her own bottom these days but best of all it leaves her breasts and belly vulnerable to her lover, and her mouth and tail free to reciprocate. She loves to straddle the Donna's face and eat out her mistress's pussy, making a cocoon for them with her leathery black demon wings as they come together.
On the nights they lie together as lovers, Ramona forgets her fears, and submission to her Donna's control becomes natural. It's the thought of delivering some inhuman infant that horrifies her.
Semen usually soaks into Ramona's body, subduing the hunger that gnaws her belly, but Salvatore's offerings are different. His spunk sits high up in her pussy, as high as the Donna's fist can pound it. The fat metal plug is always put back to hold it all in. There it stews, separate, defiling her insides, enflaming her lust. Ramona can feel it oozing around the metal intruder, smell it alongside the constant scent of her own arousal.
Lying in post coital bliss, it occurs to Ramona that her Donna's pussy was full the first time she ate it out, but it has never been since. That semen had sparked lust the second it touched Ramona's lips, and awakened an infernal hunger that took a hundred men to satisfy.
"Did you fuck Salvatore and feed me his come?" she blurts out without thinking.
The cruel pinch on her nipple makes Ramona yelp. She is dragged up the bed by the pinch of skin, and eye to eye with her mistress she whimpers softly.
"What did you just say?" Donna Valentino says quietly, never letting the teat go.
"I..." Ramona stammers, "it's j... just..."
Slap.
There's a tang of blood as her teeth cut the inside of her cheek and she can feel every detail of the Donna's palm print on her face. The blow stuns Ramona so much, when her teat is freed she barely notices. Then the world spins sharply and both her nipples scream, on fire.
Ramona wails in terror as Donna Valentino deftly suspends her from those most tender and sensitive peaks, still throbbing only minutes after orgasm.
"Oh god, please don't, pleeeease!" she begs. "Aaaaa haaa! Mistress! Mercy!!"
"Jealous, ungrateful little bitch," the Donna seeths, slapping Ramona's arse hard enough to set her swinging. "You begrudge me my pleasure?"
"Nooo!"
The Donna's anger is replaced by an eerie calm.
"What the hell... jealous! I r... remembered the t... taste is all." Ramona sobs. "I... I was thinking about the first taste... it set me on fire... pleeeease!"
Helpless, Ramona writhes, desperately trying to counter the swinging momentum by opening her wings. She darent look at the horror of her mutilated breasts, but stares wide-eyed at her mistress's calculating face. An expression of cold hatred slowly twists the stony features.
"That miserable old bastard."
"What are you... where are you going!" Ramona shrieks.
The door closes and Ramona is alone. She hyperventilates as the flesh of her tits stretches.
"Oh god!" she wails.
Her ragged little breaths make her sway gently in her bondage. The intense pain in her teats gives way to a twisting ache reminiscent of the constant pull of her hook. Even now she's calm, resentment burns in her heart. This is not love. This is NOT love. Her body betrays her every time with this infernal lust, even now she longs for relief. Jealous? Ungreatful? Donna Valentino is mad.
