He stepped back and lowered the whip. Her head had fallen forward and her eyes were closed, though tears were still leaking from them. Her breath was coming in sobs, and she had fallen back onto her feet, twisting her ankles in a way that must have been extremely painful, but she had no strength left with which to raise herself. He stared at her for a few minutes, taking in the look of her, listening to her sob. Then he tossed the whip onto the bed and moved bent down to feel what it had done to her skin.
He placed his hand on her right tit, causing her to shudder at his touch. He could feel how tight the skin was from the bindings and even more clearly the raised welts caused by the whip. Her tits were still smooth, but rippled where the skin had responded to the blows. He moved his hands over her belly and down to her thighs feeling all the welts there. Then for the first time he touched her cunt, which in spite of itself had been getting wetter and wetter and soaking her panties through. As he touched her she responded, lifting her head and opening her eyes. She looked into his masked face with eyes that were weak and now completely submissive.
He took a knife from his pocket and slid its side down her skin until it was under her panties waist, then turned the blade away from her and slid it out, slicing the elastic. A few more cuts and he was able to pull the panties away from her completely and he saw her shaved cunt, now engorged and hanging open, almost dripping with moisture. Apparently she couldn't help herself, he had taken possession of her and her cunt was showing that. He placed his hand between her swollen cunt lips and rubbed gently. She moaned at the contact and pushed herself onto his hand, fighting for the sensation that might take away the burning pain that was the rest of her. He let her thrust against him, seeing her energy return as she used his hand to give herself some escape.
As he bent his fingers to touch her clitoris, she started to shudder again, this time in a growing climax she was incapable of avoiding. Her body was out of her control, she didn't want to cum for him, but her body had betrayed her and was now under his control, not hers. He felt her building more and more towards a massive orgasm, and just before she got there he took his hand away. This time the moan she issued was deep and slow. She was frustrated, and wanted release. But he wasn't going to give it to her.
He reached forward and grabbed the tape covering her mouth and with a swift jerk pulled it away. Her mouth opened to try to get more breath, but the soaked cloth in her mouth didn't allow her much. Spit poured out of her mouth as her head fell forward. He was no longer worried about her screaming, she wouldn't be able to now, moans and grunts were all she would be capable of and there was no danger from those. He put his fingers in her mouth to grab the cloth and she lifted her head and opened wide for him to be able to do so.
"Ready to suck my cock now bitch?" he asked her with just a hint of amusement as he pulled the cloth out.
"Uh huh," she muttered as she drew in breath deeply, her mouth now clear. He dropped the cloth to the floor and slapped her hard across the face. She yelped again at the suddeness of it.
"I said are you ready to suck my cock now you stupid bitch?"
"Yes," the word was a mere whisper through her deep breaths.
"Then ask for it," this time the amusment in his voice was clear.
"I want to suck your cock," still mostly a whisper.
He slapped her again. "You forgot to say the magic word."
"Please can I suck your cock," she was quieter again now, embarrased.
He reached down and undid his pants, unzipping himself and letting out his cock which was hard with anticipation. He then grabbed her hair and turned her head so she was looking right at the cock that she had asked for. She opened her mouth and he both pushed himself forward and her head down at the same time, thrusting himself with one quick motion full length down into her throat. She gagged lightly and struggled to breathe, but he held her in place for a few seconds before pulling out of her.
"Keep your mouth open bitch, and I will let you breathe when I am ready to."
She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, breathing in, trying to be ready for him. When he thrust forward again she pushed her tongue out all the way, causing it to rub the base of his shaft in the way he liked. Again he held himself deep in her for several seconds, feeling the sensation of her gagging against the head of his cock. Then out again for her to breathe. A few more deep thrusts and they got into a rhythm. He would fuck her deeply for a while, then give her a chance to catch her breath, then before she was fully recovered block her airway with his cock again. She was good, she didn't try to use her lips, just kept her mouth open wide for him to fuck it deeply.
He kept fucking her mouth until he felt he was going to explode all over her, but he didn't want to do it yet. He wasn't quite ready for that. Then he pulled out of her and let her get her breath back. While she knelt there gasping for breath, drooling all over her purple tits he carefully took his clothes off and folded them, putting them aside. Then he moved back to her and pushed her back, taking the pressure of the rope binding her to the bedpost. Undoing this rope he then picked her up, moved back to the bed and put her on her back, again putting all her weight on her arms.
She lay there, not moving, legs spread wide because of her feet being bound, her cunt still dripping. Her head was hanging to the side, her mouth open and she was drooling heavily. The star attraction however was her tits, tightly bound and badly beaten, they were a deep purple and pushed up from her body. They were beautiful, completely and utterly beguiling, and he just knew he had to fuck them. Leaning over her he untied the ropes that were binding her tits and slowly started to unwind them. As the blood flow came back to her breasts the pins and needles caused her to start moaning, and by the time the first was fully unwound she was sobbing. Unwinding the second one caused her to start squirming, and he knew that every nerve in her swollen and welted breasts were now fully alert. The blood flow was warming up her tits, and he wanted to get to them while they were still glowing.
He climbed on top of her and lowered his long hard cock between her tits, grabbing them firmly as he pushed them together to make a deep warm tunnel. Then he started fucking her tits. Her moaning returned, this time from the rough and ungentle treatment that her tortured breasts were receiving. He could feel the welts on her tits through the shaft of his throbbing cock they were that damaged, but all that did was increase the sensation. Back and forth he rocked, feeling the pressure build in his balls as he approached orgasm.
"Face it bitch. Try to catch this in your mouth," he bellowed as he felt the throbbing in his shaft that indicated imminent release. She lifted her head and looked at his cock sliding between her breasts holding her mouth open. She looked exhausted, as if she wanted to get this over with and she saw and end in sight. She would probably do anything at this point.
With that look of complete submission on her face he couldn't hold on any more, he started to cum, his thick while semen spurting out of his cock and covering her chin and chest. She pushed her tongue out, trying to catch some of it, but she was too weak to hold her head up much and most of it stayed where it fell. He came hard, spilling so much cum that she was completely covered from her breasts all the way up to her bottom lip. As he finished her head fell back and it started to slowly drip off. But he was done, he had what he wanted her for, and already he was climbing off her.
As he walked toward the en-suite she rolled her head to look at him. This was the man who had rudely woken her and abused her for what felt like hours. She was sore all over, her breasts were still on fire, her thighs stung, her mouth and throat were sore and her shoulders and ankles ached. Her cunt lay exposed to the air, burning hot with desire and being chilled at the same time by the air touching the moisture that had gathered there. Where he had cum over her she was soaked and she felt very dirty all over.
As he turned on the shower she wondered how long he would leave her here, helpless in this painful restraint. He stepped into the spray of water and she thought about how good
it would feel to be under that hot water, getting clean and refreshing her badly marked skin. She loved this man so much, she was glad she had married him.
In the shower, he began to sing.
The End.
Blast from the Past
It was somewhat chilly, considering that it was supposed to be summer already. The air had a slight bite to it, and I pulled my cardigan from my bag and slipped it over my shoulders as I walked home from the underground station. Suddenly, tingles spread up my spine and I realized someone was walking close to me – turning around I could see the silhouette of a woman barely a metre away.
"Fran?" a voice emitted from the outline, and I saw the shadow of her hip bump out as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other. Who was she, how did she know my name? I licked my lips and felt my mouth get a little dry... something about the way her hip curved in the shadow was doing strange things to my mind.
"Who are you?" I replied, nervously running my fingers over my neck before linking them together and biting my lip.
She laughed, the sound very seductive in the darkness and she took a step closer – "don't you remember me? I was at school with you, I'm Jenny..."
Jenny... I racked my mind but the only Jenny I could remember was a short, skinny mousy girl who I was partners with in science – this gorgeously curvaceous woman couldn't be that same Jenny... but now I thought of it, there was something in the sound of her voice that struck a chord in my Biology lesson memories. "Science Jenny?" I asked, just to make certain. Her outlines head bobbed up and down and I heard her chuckle softly, "wow," I continued, "you sure grew up well!"
Jenny laughed, and reached out to pat my arm – "from what I can see, so did you! Fancy getting a drink to catch up tomorrow? It would be great to know what you've been up to..."
I paused for a second, trying to work out if I was right and there was a flirty tone in her voice or if it was just wishful thinking on my part... I wasn't sure, but I remembered that Jenny had had a relationship with a girl called Charlotte in our final college year so there was a fair chance that I was correct and the bote in her voice was indeed a come one... and, God, I sure hoped it was.
"That sounds lovely," I replied, injecting a flirty tone into my voice as I moved slightly closer to her, "what time would be good for you?"
She let out a soft sigh that sent shivers down my spine to curl deep within my stomach as she swayed slightly closer to me and I felt her breath on my skin as she exhaled. "I could get to the cafe down the road here for about 7:30 if that's any good for you?" Jenny said softly, and I knew for sure that I was not imagining the tender tone in her voice now.
"That sounds lovely," I murmured back – she was close enough to hear me speaking in such a soft tone. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow, then..." I moved towards her and kissed her cheek, "I can't wait to catch up."
She moved so quickly that I barely realized what she was doing until I felt her soft, full lips on mine, coaxing a response out of my surprised gasp. The kiss lasted barely five seconds, but the feel of her lips was imprinted on my mind and I knew I'd be thinking of her until I saw her the following day. "Just making sure you don't forget," she breathed into my ear, one hand stroking my neck as she moved away and walked briskly down the dark road, leaving me staring after her.
-x-
The following evening, I was home early and walked through the door at about half past 6, giving me an hour to fidget until I saw Jenny. I decided to put the time to use wisely and commenced on a rather vigorous preening routine. By quarter past 7, my legs were smooth, my eyebrows were no longer overgrown and my hair was in an acceptable state with makeup finished. I knew exactly was I was going to wear, and pulled out a short floral dress with a red cardigan. I was ready to go, and God, I was so nervous it was absurd. Would she still fancy me when we met up, and would my shaved legs be seeing any action? I guess only time would tell. But what if I didn't recognize her – I'd only seen her in the dark and the memory of yesterday evening was a bit blurry... apart from the kiss, which was in blazing focus.
I walked into the cafe dead on half past 7 and scanned the room for her, my gaze alighting on a woman leaning against the wall, looking straight at me with a smile on her lips. I ran my eyes over her and my mouth went dry, as my eyes devoured her luscious curves that filled out the red dress she was wearing to perfection. As she moved away from the wall and walked towards me, her hips swayed in perfect time to her steps, raising goosebumps on my arms as I bit my lip, meeting her eye and knowing she'd be able to read what she was doing to me written clear over my face.
"Well, hello," she said when she neared me, stopping a few centimeters away to scan my face and smile,
"Hey, you," I replied, moving forward to loop my arms around her waist for a second. "Long time no see, huh?" As I was going to loosen my arms and let her go, she slid her arm around my neck and turned my head to meet hers as her lips came down on mine again, sending fire burning through my body as our breasts pressed into each other and I felt every inch of her gorgeous body pressed against mine. Her mouth opened, leading mine as I slid my tongue inside, running over her bottom lip to delve inside her mouth, her skin so soft beneath my kiss as I pulled her hips closer to mine and ran my fingers over her deliciously curved sides.
The kiss ended way too soon, and I thanked God that the cafe was almost empty as our lips parted with a soft sound and I rested my mouth against her neck for a moment before disentangling myself. I met her gaze and realized we were both wearing the same foolish grin on our faces as she took my hand and led me to a table in the corner.
"I ordered you a latte, is that okay?" she said, looking at me for confirmation.
"That's lovely, thanks," I replied, smiling. "I'll get you one, next time..."
She grinned at me, sitting down opposite me and taking my hand over the table. "So, tell me – what's life been like since high school?"
The next couple of hours until closing time (it was late shopping night so the cafe was open until 9:30) passed so fast, it was like a dream. We talked and talked about anything and everything and every so often, one or other of us would get that look in our eye and lean over the table for a long, gentle kiss before parting and giggling.
Closing time came far too quickly, and as we left the cafe hand in hand, I turned to Jenny and laced my arms around her neck. "Do you fancy a coffee at mine? It's just around the corner..." I murmured, my mouth almost touching hers as she smiled into my words.
"That sounds perfect to me," she replied quietly, kissing me before she finished talking and the remaining words leaking out through our kiss. We walked, hand in hand, down the road and as we got to my door, I took hold of her hips and backed her against the wall. "I've been wanting to kiss you for most of the evening, you know," I whispered into her ear, leaning against her. Every part of our bodies were tight together as I took her face in my hand and pressed my lips against hers, one hand sliding down her waist to nestle in the curve of her back, pressing her tight against me as I explored her mouth.
Her hands went tight around my waist, and as one slipped lower to rest around my ass I let out a sigh into her mouth as her fingers slid down my legs to stroke the bare skin of my thighs beneath the skirt. I didn't want to pull away, but I could hear a car rapidly approaching us down the street and I figured it would be best to continue with this inside so I kissed her for a couple more seconds then gently disentangled myself and swung the door open. Grabbing the keys from the lock, I threw them on the table in the hall and turned around to smile at Jenny.
"Welcome to my humble abode," I joked, taking her hand and leading her into the kitchen. "Coffee or tea? I have juice as well..."
"There's only one thing I'm thirsty for," she said softly, taking hold of my other hand and placing them around her neck as she moved closer again and this time backed me up against the kitchen wall, her hand moving straight back to my legs where my skirt had rucked up to reveal an expanse of freshly shaven thigh. I moaned sl
ightly against her mouth as her fingers caressed the sensitive skin of my inner thighs and as she moved her mouth to my neck and gently sucked on my flesh, my eyes closed and my mouth opened to gasp in air as my hand ran through her silky hair. Her hands were moving from my legs to slide the straps of my dress from my shoulders and she pulled me away from the wall momentarily to unzip the dress at the back and slide it off my body to leave me in my cream, lacy underwear.
"Hold on, this isn't fair..." I murmured to her, moving away to step out of my dress and leave it on the floor. "I was looking forward to undressing you..."
She laughed and held out her arms. "Here I am, honey," she said softly, "feel free..."
I moved closer to her again and kissed her quickly, open mouthed and intimate as I ran my mouth down her neck and over the opening of her dress between her breasts. "Come with me," I whispered into her skin, and took her hand. Leaving my dress on the floor, I led her to my bedroom.
As we entered, I stopped her before she sat on the bed and backed her against the wall like she'd done to me – my mouth on her neck again and repeating the motion of sliding my tongue over her breastbone to kiss the tantalizing cleavage that had been teasing me all evening. Her dress buttoned up at the front, so as I undid the first button, the soft sound of fabric parting burnt a pattern in my stomach and I could feel my panties were already sodden with need for her. Her dress was beginning to gape and I could see her breasts, cased in a filmy balcony bra, swelling out from the open fabric and the smooth line of her stomach disappearing behind the dress.
I undid the next button, kissing the triangle of creamy flesh exposed by the parting red fabric, and as the third button quietly popped open, the dress slid down her body and lay in a rippling circle on the floor. I let out a soft sigh against her stomach as I saw her legs were encased in stockings with creamy blue suspenders, matching her bra and panty set. I'd been staring at her legs all evening, not knowing she was wearing stockings, and the knowledge now was such a turn on I felt like I was going to spontaneously combust.
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