her thigh, her belly, her back and ass and thighs, until her moaning whimpers evolved into throaty screams.
Pain rained down in fiery torrents, so that she almost forgot where she was and whom she was with. She imagined herself at the X-Club, with any number of dominant men at the reins, wielding punishing blows to tease and hurt.
When the blows stopped, her body continued its angry gyrations despite the lack of stimulation.
"So, what is it you want, doll?"
He was close. She could smell his breath and feel the movement of the air on her agitated skin. She could almost taste his pungent masculinity and desire him. If only for a moment he would let her understand what was behind the mocking voice and sadistic threats, if he would only let her touch his skin, she might balk less…she might.
He touched her instead, his fingertips taking a delicate journey over her heated skin.
"Oh dear god!" It became impossible not to moan.
"You want to come?"
"Yes, of course, please, I want to come, sir." Anger and need festered equally inside her, so she tried not to plead too hard, or let her fuming irritation show; her master didn't like emotional theatrics attempting to undermine his resolve.
"You know, sluts like you in subspace heaven can't be picky about who gives them pleasure. Kiss me like you mean it, doll. Persuade me. Plead your case."
His mouth moved in close but not close enough. She had to strain forward to touch his lips with hers. "God yes, I want you!" she said when he deliberately backed off.
"But not enough yet."
He circled her body again, testosterone flying, laying into her hard, the whip no longer glancing off her flesh, but striking with stinging force, leaving welts across her thighs, her belly, her heaving tits, and then, from behind, her shoulders and her rounded rump.
He could feel the subspace descend upon her, while finding for himself that sadomasochistic harmony of energies he knew only in his most intimate relationships. He came at her with more, with harder blows and a crueler consciousness, seeing just how much pain she would suffer before her desire would flee. He'd been sure he had a true painslut when he abducted her. But this was the first real test of the hard combat he wanted from his new prize.
She was passing with flying colors.
"My gawwwwwwwwwwwwwd!! Yes, yes yes, yes yes…. Gawwwwwwwwwwwwdd yess!"
Shrieking, squealing, writhing, shackles clanging, the noisy thunder battered the walls with sound, making windows rattle and the floor shake.
His cock pulsed recklessly in his pants until the perfect timing presented itself, when he finally shucked his pants and shirt and drew her body into his. Her slick wet cunt grabbed for this cock with the fierceness of a clenched fist. He held her close, and this was how he banged her pussy to the other side of the planet and back.
"You fucking bastard!" she screamed as she came. Then she succumbed to the delirious nonsense of sex. "FUUUCCCCCK MEEEEEEEEEEEE! YES, YES, YES, YOU BASTARD, FUCK ME!
"Yeah and I'm a fucking bastard just like you're a fucking pain slut."
They were finished, panting, their bodies still fused together by sweat and the tumescent organ lodged inside her spasming cunt. It took some seconds to recuperate enough to peel his body off of hers, although by then his cock was beginning to wilt.
Once they disengaged, she hung alone, still tethered to the ceiling. On impulse, he pulled the blindfold from her face and her eyes peered out on a gloomy scene, on a fuzzy darkened room, one lit candle, and the face of the man who'd been her captor for a dozen days. Everything seemed to blur before her but that face, the beard, the sky blue eyes, and smirking lips.
That beard had been scratchy against her cheek and she could still feel the burn. Two, three, maybe four days
Pain rained down in fiery torrents, so that she almost forgot where she was and whom she was with. She imagined herself at the X-Club, with any number of dominant men at the reins, wielding punishing blows to tease and hurt.
When the blows stopped, her body continued its angry gyrations despite the lack of stimulation.
"So, what is it you want, doll?"
He was close. She could smell his breath and feel the movement of the air on her agitated skin. She could almost taste his pungent masculinity and desire him. If only for a moment he would let her understand what was behind the mocking voice and sadistic threats, if he would only let her touch his skin, she might balk less…she might.
He touched her instead, his fingertips taking a delicate journey over her heated skin.
"Oh dear god!" It became impossible not to moan.
"You want to come?"
"Yes, of course, please, I want to come, sir." Anger and need festered equally inside her, so she tried not to plead too hard, or let her fuming irritation show; her master didn't like emotional theatrics attempting to undermine his resolve.
"You know, sluts like you in subspace heaven can't be picky about who gives them pleasure. Kiss me like you mean it, doll. Persuade me. Plead your case."
His mouth moved in close but not close enough. She had to strain forward to touch his lips with hers. "God yes, I want you!" she said when he deliberately backed off.
"But not enough yet."
He circled her body again, testosterone flying, laying into her hard, the whip no longer glancing off her flesh, but striking with stinging force, leaving welts across her thighs, her belly, her heaving tits, and then, from behind, her shoulders and her rounded rump.
He could feel the subspace descend upon her, while finding for himself that sadomasochistic harmony of energies he knew only in his most intimate relationships. He came at her with more, with harder blows and a crueler consciousness, seeing just how much pain she would suffer before her desire would flee. He'd been sure he had a true painslut when he abducted her. But this was the first real test of the hard combat he wanted from his new prize.
She was passing with flying colors.
"My gawwwwwwwwwwwwwd!! Yes, yes yes, yes yes…. Gawwwwwwwwwwwwdd yess!"
Shrieking, squealing, writhing, shackles clanging, the noisy thunder battered the walls with sound, making windows rattle and the floor shake.
His cock pulsed recklessly in his pants until the perfect timing presented itself, when he finally shucked his pants and shirt and drew her body into his. Her slick wet cunt grabbed for this cock with the fierceness of a clenched fist. He held her close, and this was how he banged her pussy to the other side of the planet and back.
"You fucking bastard!" she screamed as she came. Then she succumbed to the delirious nonsense of sex. "FUUUCCCCCK MEEEEEEEEEEEE! YES, YES, YES, YOU BASTARD, FUCK ME!
"Yeah and I'm a fucking bastard just like you're a fucking pain slut."
They were finished, panting, their bodies still fused together by sweat and the tumescent organ lodged inside her spasming cunt. It took some seconds to recuperate enough to peel his body off of hers, although by then his cock was beginning to wilt.
Once they disengaged, she hung alone, still tethered to the ceiling. On impulse, he pulled the blindfold from her face and her eyes peered out on a gloomy scene, on a fuzzy darkened room, one lit candle, and the face of the man who'd been her captor for a dozen days. Everything seemed to blur before her but that face, the beard, the sky blue eyes, and smirking lips.
That beard had been scratchy against her cheek and she could still feel the burn. Two, three, maybe four days
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