by Dan Bruce
Sally Hudson was in a maelstrom of hurt. Her ass cheeks were on fire, almost punch drunk on pain. The young Australian, so far from home and her carefree life, squirmed within her bondage as the onslaught progressed. Detested tears were flowing down her cheeks. She hollered and she yelled, and she begged for mercy. She could feel her buttocks burning, the battered flesh becoming numb.
Then as suddenly as the attack had started, Dimitri brought it to an end. He tossed the belt away and leapt back on Sally. With a single hard stab Dimitri was fully in her – his cock bullying again into Sally’s palpitating pussy.
There was hurt in many forms - Sally yelled anew as the big cock head plundered into her vagina. She howled as the huge shaft plunged into her sex, stretching her again so incredibly wide. She hollered as Dimitri rammed all the way in and slammed his groin into Sally’s aching butt cheeks. But God what a rush that entry gave this horny young girl from Sydney, to be taken so brutally and filled so well, hideously abused, gloriously stuffed, millions of nerve endings firing off to play a symphony of discordant pleasure in her pussy. Her clit that had calmed down through all the beatings throbbed again in need of attention – a consideration she was unlikely to get.
Hideous fear and the need for survival clashed with torrential whorish yearning. Sally was drowning in agony and a fury of emotion, yet that cock felt so good inside her body – the pleasure magnified by the pain she suffered. There was screeching hatred in her heart, and snarling lust in her loins. Confusion reigned, anger raged – the man was a bastard like none other she’d known, but Sally wanted that bastard to fuck her senseless – the need to get shafted crushed all else.
And boy did the bastard fuck her!
Dimitri let loose with savage intent, and truly did screw Sally Hudson senseless. It was mean, it was nasty, and it was brutal like the man. There was lingering pain and there was serious discomfort. But this mattered little when there was a fabulous big cock that filled her so well, and a horny big hunk with the stamina of a bull, rutting away behind her - a Mastrovian man, a beast of the species, claiming his heritage, asserting his dominance, a prince made king for the moment.
With no care for technique, no attempt to impress, Dimitri shagged Sally Hudson wildly. It should have felt degrading to be treated like this – flesh to be used, a body to be abused - a pilloried victim from the modern age, creating an illusion of history. But there was no sense of degradation, no humiliation as in those public abuses of centuries ago. Sally revelled in the honesty of the fucking she was given, which was more candid than any she’d known before – the man using her, taking his pleasure, totally in control, the sex so pure, in no way diluted by feigned affection.
Unable to control herself, Sally groaned and she howled and moaned so loud, punctuating her hollering with cries of, ‘Yes! Yes! Yes!’ Ignoring the whorish sound effects, Dimitri carried on pounding into her, slamming with his groin as he ploughed with his cock. Sally’s body was in agony, but she still felt so aroused. She strained to meet the thrusts as Dimitri plunged with his hard cock ever more powerfully into Sally’s electrified cunt.
Onwards, onwards, Dimitri galloped towards the line, taking Sally with him, riding her so hard, building up to a climax that could never be held back.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The pillory was shunting.
“YES! YES! YES!”
Sally was grunting.
“TAKE THAT YOU BITCH!” Dimitri was roaring.
“GIVE IT TO ME! GIVE IT TO ME!” The bitch begged all the more.
Then in a blaze of rutting, a blur of wild sex, Dimitri powered his final brutal strokes in. Roaring like a beast, the noise echoing off the walls, he rammed fully in and held himself there, shuddering orgasmically as he blew out his load, pumping with his hips as he squirted it all out.
Sally hollered as well as she felt the first blast splatter into her vagina. Overpowered by the moment, so wonderfully taken, her own body spasmed, jerking in her bondage as a massive climax erupted from her sex and blew her away.
Together they came, two people bound in orgasmic copulation. Spurt after spurt lashed at Sally’s cunt, fuelling her own mighty climax that ran and ran like a torrential river. Finding a second wind, wanting to enjoy her to the full - Dimitri set off again – with short staccato pumps he fucked and fucked till he’d fucked them both spent; then with a final thrust he slumped himself down, groaning out his sated pleasure.
Minutes passed as the climaxes abated. Dimitri appeared to be in no rush to untangle their bodies and pull his cock out. He just stood there draped over his pilloried prisoner, silently savouring the post-coital bliss, his softening dick sheathed by warm female flesh.
Sally enjoyed it as well. Her body was aching, but she felt wonderfully replete, like a famished woman after a gourmet feast. But then slowly, slowly, as the hormonal rush of sex gave way in her brain to cold hard reason, tension crept back into her battered and fucked body along with simmering anger.
What the hell was going to happen now? What did she want – revenge - another fucking? Yes, was the answer – Sally wanted both.
More minutes passed. Sally waited, anger flaring, lust still raging despite having come. Then finally Dimitri stirred and raised himself up, slowly sliding his cock out of Sally’s well shagged cunt.
“You enjoyed that!” the policeman accused.
“What! I erm...”
“Don’t pretend otherwise! You were howling like a whore and you came at the end!”
“Well excuse me!” Sally snapped in response.
“Slut!” Dimitri snarled. “No Mastrovian woman would have acted in such a way – welcoming the indignity. Your behaviour has ruined it for me. For that you must endure the full punishment.”
“What? What do you mean by the full punishment?” Sally asked, panic setting back in.
“Two hours was the normal sentence,” Dimitri informed her as he ripped off a piece of Sally’s ruined blouse to wipe his cock clean before stuffing it away. “That gave plenty of time for the whole village to enjoy a turn at the criminal. I’d say you have at least another hour to go... and one more fucking to be sure, for I’m not finished with you yet. That ass of yours looks like it might be fun. Perhaps I’ll bugger you next before taking another turn at your bald cunt.”
Sally yelped as her ass was slapped again then a finger was stuffed up her anus.
“Yes,” growled Dimitri. “I’m going to fuck you up the ass before I’m finished tonight. But I’m going for a beer first. I’ll fill my bladder so I can piss over your face before I screw you again. Perhaps then you won’t act quite so whorishly having waited here in the dark for that added humiliation.”
“No! For Christ’s sake, Dimitri! This has gone far enough!”
Quick as a flash, with his finger still up Sally’s ass, Dimitri picked up his belt and brought it thundering down on the Aussie girl’s back. “What did I tell you?” he yelled as he struck. “You will call me sir. Must I flay off your skin before you remember?”
“I’m sorry sir,” Sally hissed through her hurt and her fury.
“You will be if you forget again. So think on that as you wait here for me. I’ll be back in one hour.”
The finger was removed. The belt was put on and the torch snuffed out. Dimitri walked away, leaving only the flickering light from the main room that filtered dimly through the archway for illumination. A moment later there was a squeak and a slam. Sally was left alone in a medieval torture chamber, bound in a pillory, practically naked, spunk seeping out of her shaven pussy!
Totally fucked in every respect!
Not a happy girl at all.
Chapter 5
The silence was crushing. Sally felt its sting much more than the whip that had flogged her back, or the belt that had leathered her ass. Eerie silence all around – a presence like a ghost, ephemeral and unseen, suggesting in the scant light, chilling in the damp air.
“Dimitri!” she cried.
She got no res
ponse.
“Lieutenant!” she tried again.
Still there was nothing.
“Sir! Please, don’t leave me like this!” was the desperate last hope, but she knew Dimitri wasn’t there. She was alone in the dark and the silence, with only the ghosts of tortured women for company in her bondage.
“Shit!” muttered Sally, needy of some sound. “What a complete and utter bastard!” But Sally wanted that bastard to hurry back, and do whatever his sick mind had planned.
‘And what would that be?’ she heard an admonishing voice ask in her head. ‘Piss on your face then stuff his dripping cock into your guts?’
Sally shrugged that last part off - it wouldn’t be the first time someone had done that last part. She quite enjoyed a bit of anal as long as it got mixed with plenty of work on her pussy.
‘Beat you some more? I tried to warn you about that,’ the gloating voice added.
Well Sally knew that was coming, the self recrimination. And what was her choice now? She could either debase herself and call the bastard sir, or show defiance and take another thrashing. Galling as it was, she’d probably call the bastard sir.
‘And you’ll accept all this because you want him to fuck you again!’ accused the sanctimonious voice, that under normal circumstances would have been shut right up, but here in the silence was being given free reign.
“Yes!” shouted Sally in an attempt to deafen her own mind. “Yes! I want him to fuck me again!”
And she did. Shaming as it was after all that had happened, but Sally wanted another round with the bastard. The man was a sadist, but he had one hell of a big prick and he sure knew how to use it. What a shafting he’d given her - Sally had come without touching her clit, and it had been one of the most intense climaxes of her very busy sex life. By Christ she wanted to be fucked again by the horny big brute, and ideally more than just the once!
But what a price to pay!
The silence!
The agony she had suffered!
The sense of degradation that at last was creeping in – to have been treated so badly, and taken so much warped pleasure in the abuse – to what depths had she fallen to want more of the same?
The silence made her think – the voice in her head was persistent and loud with nothing else around. The reality was, she was totally at Dimitri’s mercy – this man who had charmed her and seemed so decent, but turned like Dr. Jekyll into a hideous Mr. Hyde. Hideous, yet so awesome in the sex he’d dished out – the man magnificently dominant, wonderfully masterful like that shadow of power that had terrifyingly thrilled her. Was that the side of the police lieutenant Sally actually preferred? Did she want to be mastered by an abuser of power?
“No!” yelled Sally, refusing to accept. How could that be? That wasn’t her nature. She was a confident young woman who was sexy and beautiful. Blokes normally ran after her, always wanting to please her, not the other way round. If anything she was the one who was usually in control. That’s what she liked, Sally assured herself. She wasn’t some doormat for blokes to walk over.
‘Then why are you here, and not in Sydney?’ asked that sodding little voice. ‘Lusting after policemen, symbols of authority, instead of in Sydney screwing men who play safe. Why were you wetting your gusset over some shadow of power – what the fuck is all that about if not wanting to submit to some dominant force? Why did you stay when I told you to flee? Why? Why? Why?’
For adventure, was the answer - but not like this. There was no way Sally was going to accept this sort of shit, no matter how good the fucking was. The man was a deceiving brute and Sally knew she had to somehow get out of his clutches. In desperation, she tested out her bondage in an attempt to escape. But the pillory was solid, sturdily made, and even if she did somehow manage to get free of it, the door to the chamber was undoubtedly locked. There was no escape. All she could do was wait - wait in the silence, fear gnawing at her soul.
Minutes passed, or were they hours. It felt like an eternity, yet Sally reasoned the time down to minutes. Dimitri had said he would return in one hour, and Sally actually believed that. It was a straw to cling to – the lieutenant coming back – his sense of history wanting to make the timing right – his cock demanding it wasn’t kept waiting too long, wanting to bugger her poor battered ass and fuck her drizzling fanny again as well.
Sally’s pussy pulsed at the memory of the last one. She could feel Dimitri’s spunk dribbling out to run down the inside of her thighs. She could feel her clit tingle again despite all her woes, hankering for Dimitri to shaft her again.
“You bastard!” Sally screamed, hating herself for wanting the man so much, despite all the torment he had put her through, and this subtler torture she was now enduring - silence, silence, all around - ‘You bastard!’ echoing off the walls, merging with cries from the past, recent and ancient.
More minutes passed. Sally started panting, her fear in the silence gripping so tight, squeezing the breath out of her lungs as she struggled to suck it back in. Being alone she could bear, she had travelled as such. It went against the grain of her gregarious nature, but there had always been something to keep her sane - a voice that was real, some genuine sound – never this silence screaming in her head – a tormenting alter ego hammering her plight home, taunting, taunting, mentally berating...
‘You’re alone! You’re at risk! You need him to come back! You want him to come back, and he could probably name his price. Is this part of a game, leaving you here with your pain, in a torment of silence, in this scary place, with your fears and anxieties gnawing at your guts? Is he breaking you, breaking you, tearing you down? And if that’s the case, then what’s the objective? Will he set you free or is there a darker plan? Will you ever see your friends and family again?’
“Stop it!” shouted Sally. “Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!”
Sweat poured from her panicked brow. Sally shivered, going insane with anxiety. Then suddenly in the silence there was a real sound breaking through. It cut the dank air like a stabbing knife. A squeak from outside that Sally had heard before. The torture chamber door was opening!
Dimitri was back!
Sally’s heart soared. She wanted to cry out, “Dimitri! Dimitri! Come to me please!” But she forced the silence. She must act contrite, call him sir, and give the lieutenant what he wanted. Then she would get fucked again – and after that she might get freed.
But Sally’s joy was short lived, for in the silence came a voice – a voice of a stranger with an accent well known.
“I have to say, Chief Karinov, I’m thrilled you’ve invited me... I didn’t think we Australians were important enough to merit such a privilege.”
“Not at all ambassador,” replied a second voice that chilled Sally Hudson to the core. “It was a gross oversight on my part not to have invited you sooner. Now let me show you around – I’m sure you’ll find it fascinating.”
In the almost darkness of the anti-chamber, Sally Hudson snapped to full awareness. The Australian ambassador was right outside: arguably a knight in shining armour that had inadvertently come to rescue her from this hellish nightmare – although on the other hand, it would be hellishly embarrassing to be found in such a state, and she would miss out on that second fuck. Tricky enough for Sally’s mind to wrestle with, but the ambassador wasn’t alone – he was the guest of a man – Chief Karinov no less – chief of police and apparently the voice in the country who ruled over politicians – protector of a heritage, part of which Sally was so lewdly re-enacting. And worst of all, charming as it was at present, Sally’s earlier suspicions were now confirmed, for that voice was the same as the shattering one that had come from the man who had stepped into the corridor two days before – the voice of power – the voice of a man not to be crossed at any cost.
Fear crushed her and Sally remained quiet. She listened in abject terror.
“Fascinating! Absolutely fascinating!” Sally could hear the ambassador say. “And when was the last time the chambe
r was actually used in anger.”
‘Half an hour ago!’ Sally almost screamed. But she bit her tongue, too afraid and too ashamed to draw attention to her plight.
“Sadly not so long ago,” was the accurate reply given by that shadow of power that had Sally tingling in her fear. “Those Soviet dogs, scum of the earth who enslaved our country, were not averse to torturing our people in here. Mastrovia has a bloody history. This chamber is a testament to that. And it is something very dear to my heart, as I am sure you are aware, Mr. Ambassador.”
“Indeed I am, Chief Karinov. In the diplomatic community it is widely known that the place is revered as a shrine – that is why I am so honoured that you have kindly brought me here.”
‘Oh fuck!’ cried that voice in Sally Hudson’s head. For once Sally was in full agreement.
