“Mister…White,” she groaned as his hand began to massage her breasts.
Then he attacked her tits, abandoning her neck to bury his face in her tits. Mary gave a small gasp of pain as she felt a tiny sting on her nipple. Then he was sucking so hard, pumping her breast to release more blood as Mary’s thighs were greased with arousal. His other hand was gliding down her body, slipping up her wet thighs.
“Oh!” Her pussy clenched as he drew harder on her nipple, his finger slipping into her slit as her arms wrapped around his head, crushing him against her breasts.
Soft moans echoed in the small bathroom as Mr. White pumped his two fingers inside her pussy, which squelched noisily as she became more aroused. He inserted a third finger and curled his fingers, pleasure smothering her like smoke as the sucking, slapping wet noises filled her ears. He removed his fingers and Mary mewed in protest. He smeared her juices all over her lips and pumped her fingers inside her mouth. She sucked them dutifully, savoring the taste of herself on his fingers. His fingers slid out of her mouth.
Still sucking on her breast, he reached down and hiked up the dress as far as he could.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Fuck me, master.” For Mary could feel his steel bar of a cock against her thigh, digging into her flesh.
“Go to the sink,” he growled, finally lifting his head from her chest.
Panting, she did as she was told. She saw herself in the mirror and jumped. Her bun was askew; blood was smeared all over her neck down to her breast. Her nipple was puckered and had pinpricks of blood surrounding the nub.
“Hold the sink and bend over.”
Grinning, she grasped the ends of the porcelain sink and exposed her glowing pussy to her lover. She looked up into the mirror and saw him undressing, blood all over his cheeks and mouth, looking wild and taking off his belt with a determined air. He looped the belt in his hand and Mary tensed, finally realizing what he intended to do.
“No—” her protest was punctuated with a scream as he ripped the belt across her ass.
“Don’t make a sound, or you will wish you’ve never been born.”
But Mary couldn’t help it—she groaned loudly as the harsh leather struck her sensitive flesh. Her skin burned with pain and shame.
Furious with her disobedience, he grabbed her underwear from the floor and brought it to her face.
“Open your mouth.”
Tears streaming down her face, she shook her head.
He gave her a little slap on the face. “You’ve been a horrible slave to your master, and it’s only the first night. You will open your mouth right now.”
The deadly whisper frightened her much more than the belt. She opened her trembling lips and groaned when he stuffed her own underwear inside her mouth. She could taste the cloth, which was damp with her pussy juice, but somehow it didn’t excite her. She just felt humiliated.
Then she looked in the mirror and saw Mr. White’s arm swing backwards—Mary felt a thrill of fear—SLAP! She moaned into her underwear as it sliced her flesh. Her thighs trembled as she awaited the next blow, which reverberated up her ass, the heat stirring her genitals. She began to rock her hips, imagining that Mr. White’s cock was beating her, causing her all this pain.
She heard his mirthless laugh. “You’re such a little slut, aren’t you?” The belt cracked against her ass, the tip of the belt landing near her clit. She screamed so loudly that Mr. White grabbed her throat in retaliation and squeezed slightly. “Fuck, Mary, I don’t know how you set me off so easily.”
She clenched her buttocks as he gave her a final spanking, her thighs trembling from the blow. The belt was dropped to the floor—Mary heard it clanging on the tiles as tears ran down her cheeks. She widened her hips in anticipation. Fear seared her veins as he suddenly clasped her hips and—
A deep moan of satisfaction left her throat as his cock speared her pussy. She could barely keep herself from slamming into the sink as he rammed her with the force of a semi. Flesh-pounding smacks filled the room, along with her stifled moans. Mary felt her head jerk backwards as he gripped her collar, forcing her to arch her back.
Mr. White grunted softly as his cock was suddenly allowed to penetrate her more fully. His hand slapped her bouncing ass, right on the sore, burning mark. Mary cried out, her lips trembling from pain and ecstasy. The underwear tumbled from her mouth to fall on the floor.
The slow burn of her ass was accentuated by the pleasure sparks as Mr. White fucked her harder and harder, his hands claiming her flesh, bruising and pinching. He withdrew something from his pocket and Mary felt a horribly delicious sensation in her clit as he applied a clothespin around her lips, making her hole tighter for his cock. She could feel him everywhere, now gliding up her walls, rubbing against every pleasure nerve. Every pump brought her closer, like spring being compressed slowly.
“Fuck-me-harder, please, sir,” she begged, her voice jolted by the thrusts of his hips.
He stuffed himself harder, deeper, taking moments to rip his hand across her ass. The spankings only increased the pleasure as the shock wave reverberated up her sweet spot. Mary looked at him in the mirror, choking slightly on the collar, and saw that his fangs were out—his eyes crazy and his hair in complete disarray.
His cock grinded against her pussy as it was stuffed to the hilt, his balls massaging her vagina. He slammed again, and she collapsed against the sink, feeling a twitching sensation inside her as he jerked upwards two more times. Finally, the catch released and ecstasy was released like a tidal wave held back by a pathetic dam. Her vagina contracted against his penis as she slumped against the sink.
Mr. White pulled her in his lap as he fell on the toilet, still inside her. He grabbed her blonde hair and pulled so harshly that she felt the roots of some hairs leave her scalp. His tongue slid up her throat, licking the blood smeared on her neck.
“I can clean myself, Mr. White,” she sighed.
He hissed at her as she tried to slide off. She could feel his cum oozing down her pussy, blocked by his cock.
When Mr. White had finally drunk his fill, he slid out of her pussy and helped her up. He looked angry even as he licked his lips and turned on the faucet to splash water in his face.
Mary stood up gingerly and peered at him, frightened that she had upset him. “Mr. White?”
He looked at her through the mirror. Mary winced as he seized a towel from the rack and whipped it in a violent motion. “You just wait till we get home, slave,” he spat the last word as he toweled himself off. He left the bathroom without a backward glance, the door swinging wide open.
The menace in his voice made her limbs numb. Now she had done it. She quickly locked the door and studied the state of her dress. She was a mess. Her hair hung in tatters, blood all over her neck and chest, semen trailing down her legs…
When she had finally cleaned herself off, Mr. White was seated at the same table, glowering at her under his drink. Though, she noticed his cheeks were a bit rosier thanks to her blood.
There was nothing she could have done with the bite wounds, so Mary had staunched the flow with toilet paper and parted her hair to hide the wounds.
Mr. White flagged the waiter for the check. Clearly, he was eager to leave.
The waiter stooped down to grab the check, but gave her a sidelong look. “Ma’am,” the waiter said, his voice laden with concern. “You’re bleeding.”
With a terrified glance at her boss, whose eyes narrowed at her, she wiped the blood with her hands. “I’m fine, thank you.”
They left together in silence, Mr. White apparently too furious to speak.
“Mr. White—”
He held up a hand, indicating silence. “You must never tempt me in public, Mary. Anything could have happened—they could have seen me.”
* * *
The car lurched to a stop in Mr. White’s underground garage as Mary’s stomach did back flips. During the ride to his apartment, he only spoke to give her dark hints about what a
waited her in his house.
He got out of the car and opened her door. His hand slipped inside his jacket and pulled out something long and black. Mary felt his fingers at her neck and stiffened. He seemed to be adjusting the collar, but when his hands dropped, the black leather was trailing from her neck. He held a loop of it in his hand and gave it a small tug.
Mary felt her collar move. Did he just leash me?
“Come,” he said, grinning as he pulled the leash.
Mary followed, feeling like an abashed dog as she walked behind him, her head hung low. She looked up when they reached the elevator and walked inside his apartment.
“Ah, Master White.” A man was waiting for Mr. White in the foyer, standing at attention.
Her cheeks burned like a setting sun as Mr. White gave her a tug and she followed, leaving the elevator. This was probably the most humiliating thing he had ever done to her. She chanced a look at the butler, but he didn’t even notice her. Apparently, Mr. White brought home lots of women on leashes.
“Will you be having supper now? I can fetch one of the thralls. Perhaps that brunette you fancied. The one with the gorgeous chest?”
Thralls? Her head was spinning.
“Ah, no that won’t be necessary. Thank you, Jasper.”
Jasper gave a little bow and retreated into the kitchens.
“Now, now slave. You’ll see what happens when you disobey your master,” he said in a cruel whisper as he tugged the leash.
Mary was too humiliated to reply. She followed him along the expansive rooms, finally descending to a staircase with a door that had a panel on the side. Mr. White held his thumb on the panel and the door hissed open.
Wondering what horrors were in store for her, she followed.
A very large set of cages were at her immediate right. Several naked young women were huddled together in the cages.
“You should feel lucky that I haven’t forced you in there,” he said with a small laugh.
As soon as they recognized Mr. White’s voice, they rushed towards him, their arms reaching out from between the bars.
“Pick me, Master!” They chorused. “Drink from me!”
“Quiet,” he said, his voice as sharp as a whip.
Mary had lingered too long, staring at the caged women. She stumbled as Mr. White pulled her leash.
He was heading towards a blood-red door with a panel on the side. He tapped in the code and the door swung open.
“This is my play room.”
Two of the walls were painted a violent red; the other two were mirrors like those of a dance classroom. Mary’s first, foolish thought was that it looked like a gym. There were various medieval looking apparatuses sprawled in the giant room. Lethal-looking torture devices hung on the walls. There was something that looked like a dentist chair except there were manacles near the feet, arms, and head. A giant table held an array of sex toys: anal beads, dildos, canes, strap-ons, blindfolds, gags, whips, restraints, and many more that Mary couldn’t identify.
He led her to the wooden stocks, unchaining her from the leash. Mary bent over dutifully as he lifted the flat piece of woods and stuck her head and arms through the holes. He closed it again and locked it. Mary squirmed and found that she was tightly locked in place. She could not move at all.
Mary saw him wander to the table and pick up a long paddle. He was whistling happily, finally in his element. Mary felt a twinge of unease. Her backside was already very sore. She struggled again when he approached. He laughed and hiked up her dress, exposing her tender flesh. Then he walked in front of her.
“Do you see this, slave?” He lowered the paddle.
Mary choked as she saw that there was a word written on the paddle, elevated above the wood: “SLUT.”
“Yes, sir,” she mumbled, her heart sinking.
“I’m going to spank you with this until you get an impression on your sweet ass. I want to see the word burned in your flesh. And I want you to count while I’m doing it. Don’t miss a number.”
“But—sir—”
“You realize that you deserve this, right?”
“Yes, but—”
“If you keep arguing with me I’m going to get angry,” he rumbled.
Mary closed her mouth and was silent. She heard him walk behind her, his footsteps echoing in the torture chamber. She gasped when she felt his hand smooth over her behind. It followed the smooth crevice of her cheeks and slid down her raw pussy. He cupped her sex and began to massage it in a circular motion. She moaned as she felt his fingers graze her clit.
“You deserve this pain…this humiliation. How many times have I asked you not to embarrass me? Fucking you in the bathroom was a stupid decision. We could have been seen. It’s all your fault.”
But Mary didn’t care whose fault it was, as long as Mr. White didn’t stop. He was grinding the heel of his palm in her pussy, elucidating fresh moans from her.
“I suppose you would have liked that, wouldn’t you? If I was caught.”
“No, master,” she gasped. She knew he was doing this on purpose, but she couldn’t stop herself from wanting him.
“Look at this! Look at you!” He exclaimed as his hand became wet with her arousal.
He dipped his middle finger inside her cunt and wiggled it inside her. He withdrew the finger all the way out and pushed it back inside, slowly. Mary could feel it inside her, enticing her sex but too small to give any real relief. Another slipped inside, and then suddenly he jammed four fingers inside her like a spade and curled them upwards. Pleasure sparked from his fingertips, and Mary tried to buck against him.
He pulled out suddenly and walked around. She could see his sneering face. With his hand covered in her feminine cum, he slapped both her cheeks. Mary winced at the splattering sound of her own arousal. She could smell herself, and soon it began to itch. She tried to rub her face on the wood, but couldn’t move. Mr. White laughed at her helplessness. Then he disappeared from view.
He wiped the remainder of her juice on her ass and for a moment there was silence.
SMACK!
Mary screamed as the paddle spanked her already abused ass. She could feel the imprint of the letters. “O—one,” she moaned.
“You need this punishment. I know you enjoyed me smearing yourself on your face. You dirty, little slut.”
SMACK!
An awful, dense sound filled the room as the paddle hit her for the second time.
“Two.”
It went on and on, until Mary was biting down on her lip so hard she tasted blood. Tears spilled onto her cheeks, mingling with the juice on her face. Though, at the same time, she enjoyed the pain. It was a side of her that she never knew existed. What sort of freak enjoyed getting bruises and being fed on? It was wonderful to let someone else take control for a change—she didn’t have to worry anymore. She was free.
“T—ten!” she screamed.
The paddle clattered to the floor. “Mmn, yes,” he murmured as he spread her cheeks apart. “The impression has settled in nicely.”
Mary’s sides heaved in exhaustion. Her back ached from bending over. With laborious slowness, he unlocked the stocks. She slumped to the floor and Mr. White caught her in his strong arms.
“Mary,” he chastised. “Why didn’t you use the safe word?”
Guilt was etched on his face. Her head tilted back and saw the worry in his eyes. “Are you OK?”
Her breath returned to an even pace as he helped her up. Tears squeezed out of the corner of her eyes as her skin throbbed. “Yes—I’m sorry.”
“Let’s go upstairs and take a bath.”
* * *
Mary splashed water on her tearstained face and turned around. “SLUT” was branded on her backside as clearly as a cow brand. She grazed her fingers across and winced.
“Don’t touch it,” Mr. White murmured as he appeared behind her in the mirror. “You silly girl, Mary.” He enveloped her in his arms and tucked her head in his neck. “Didn’t you read t
he contract? There are safe words if you feel things are getting too intense.”
She looked down at her naked toes, which curled on the porcelain tiles. “I guess not.”
He let her go and turned off the taps in the bath. A thick layer of foam rested over the scalding hot water. “Mary, come here.”
But she was hesitant. Wouldn’t it hurt? She saw impatience stirring in his eyes and knew that she would have to do as he said. She approached the clawed foot tub and climbed in gingerly, Mr. White helping her.
She moaned as the water scalded her already burning bum. He climbed in after her and pulled her over himself, so that her head was nestled under his chin. She could feel his voice rumbling through her back.
“See? Isn’t this better?”
After her skin adjusted to the temperature, she had to admit that it felt quite nice. His arm curled protectively around her stomach. If she wasn’t mistaken, she could feel his growing hardness between her legs. Heat rose in her face, it was almost unbearable with the heat of the water.
“Mary, don’t,” he said in a warning voice. “You’re not strong enough.”
But Mary was never a good listener. She turned around, floating in the water, and straddled his waist. His dark hair was sticking to his face, his lips bloodless. The heat didn’t seem to affect his skin at all. His arms were closing around her back as she lowered to his face and kissed him.
Mr. White responded immediately, crushing her breasts against him as he kissed her back, passion seizing him. He bit her lip slightly and Mary moaned into his mouth. His tongue swept her mouth, mingling with hers.
He was like a drug that she was addicted to. No matter how painful the side-effects were, she needed him.
His cock grinded against her pussy. She could not take it anymore. She felt for it underwater and guided the tip towards her red hot center. She teased him with it, watching his face transform as she pushed it in slightly only to slide it along her clit.
But Mr. White was impatient. He placed a hand on her back and pushed down when she had positioned it under her hole. Mary gasped as his dick shot up inside her. It felt very different underwater. All the lubrication was washed away, so his cock fought to penetrate her pussy, rubbing up her walls. Then his arms had encircled her waist and forced her against his chest.
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