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Getting What She Asked For by Paul Moore, F/f, M/f, anal, whipping
It was a ridiculous little toy, a parody of a whip,
but Keri wasn’t laughing. The bundle of thin suede strands were no more than
six inches long, but Keri was shocked by their fierce sting when Sophie brought
them snapping across her breast. Keri yelped, surprised by the unexpected
assault. She had assumed until now that some parts of her body were too delicate
for such punishment. She was dreadfully aware of just how unprotected her most
tender places were. This whip presented frightful possibilities.
Sophie laughed at the offended look on Keri’s face.
“Like it?”
“It’s horrible!” said Keri. “Please don’t
use it on me!”
Sophie struck the other breast, watching with interest
as Keri twisted against her restraints, as though she might roll over or pull an
arm down to protect herself. Both maneuvers were quite impossible. All she did
was set her body swaying like a windblown branch. Keri’s tractioned arms
stretched the skin of her breasts tight across her ribs, creating a condition of
maximum presentation and minimum protection. Sophie took full advantage of the
exposure. Keri was issuing hoarse barks of anguish by the time a dozen blows had
landed.
Sophie paused, taking hold of Keri’s fleece again to
steady her. “You will be noticing soon that the suede is slightly abrasive.
The more I work on you, the more sensitized the skin becomes. You will be very
tender soon.”
Keri yipped as the tongues lapped her nipple.
“Wouldn’t you rather have me eat your pussy, Mistress?” she asked
hopefully.
Her answer was another stroke, harder, on the other
nipple. Keri shrieked, reacting more to frustration than pain. She wouldn’t be
seducing her way out of this torment. Sophie obviously wanted her to receive
full measure. Keri couldn’t bargain when all that she had was already given.
“Maybe I should bone your butt instead,” said
Sophie. She was striking with just the tips of the thongs now. Keri’s breasts
were beginning to glow red from the rapid bites. Keri threw back her head with a
low moan, riding it out. Hailstones
she thought. A hard, sharp rain falling on
me. Drifting, she murmured, “Maybe you should.”
A hand in her hair brought her back. Sophie glared
into Keri’s eyes, even as the whip in her other hand flailed on. “Don’t go
off on me,” Sophie growled. “I want you to watch it all happening.”
Desperate as she was to end the maddening pain, Keri
found herself transfixed, adoring this terrible beauty, fearing her power,
sinking into a fever dream where anything was possible and everything might be
endured.
She began to beg Sophie, offering herself sexually in
every way that she could imagine.
Sophie laughed and suggested a few that were
unimaginable.
The whip whirred and snapped as Keri’s frantic
overtures became a mantra.
“Please honor this humble slave’s ass.” Jane
looked at the floor as she made her request, her expression remote, as though
her lips had been assigned a task her mind preferred to reject. “Please fuck
my tight little hole with your hard cock.”
Alan sat unmoving. The mask was implacable, but under
it Alan grimaced. He was angry with himself for falling so neatly into Miko’s
trap. Swept along by this adventure, he had allowed himself to be pushed on to
this stage without a script. He had taken his marriage vows seriously until now,
and had managed to rationalize Sophie’s sessions with Keri by thinking of them
as a sort of therapy.
Was this really any different though? Sooner or later
he would have to understand the passion that drove his wife, even learn to
partake of it, and he would never find a better school than this. He would in
all probability never see this woman again. Whatever they shared would never
leave this room. His body might stray, but his heart could not.
The slave’s voice seemed earnest, though her eyes
strove to deliver messages her lips dared not speak. Alan wondered what terrible
price she would pay if he refused her. She shut her deceitful eyes tightly, so
that there could be no question about her sincerity.
“Please fuck my ass.”
“Very well,” he said, wondering if a more formal
response was expected.
His assent was all that Miko needed. She took the
slave by the hair and dragged her to a pillory.
“Just let me warm her up a bit first.” Miko spoke
to Alan over her shoulder as she lowered the girl’s head into the open jaws.
Jane was apparently familiar with the device. She placed her wrists in the
semi-circles of the yoke beside her neck without waiting to be told. Miko closed
it carefully, sliding Jane’s steel collar up under her chin to keep it out of
the way. The fit was snug, and she didn’t want to cause any injury to Jane’s
spine or fragile wrists by slamming it down. She slipped a pin through the hasp
to lock it.
“Watch this.” Miko grinned at Alan as she worked a
lever on the side of the device. The support shafts were really a pair of
hydraulic pistons. Miko could easily control the pressure to raise and lower it.
Demonstrating, she lifted Jane up on her toes. The strain on the slave was
evident. Jane coughed as the upward pressure threatened to strangle her and
dislocate her shoulders. Alan was about to protest when Miko laughed and
reversed the lever.
With a hiss, the yoke descended, first to a more
comfortable position, then lower, until Jane was forced to spread her legs and
bend her knees to stay with it.
“I call this the quarterback crouch,” said Miko.
Jane was well presented for whatever intimate and
diabolical intentions Miko might have. The flesh over her hips was stretched
tight by this position. Her bottom was upthrust and widely split, making an
obscene offering of her holes. The tension in her thighs would render any
corporeal punishment doubly painful.
When Miko picked up a broad leather strap, Alan
realized that corporeal punishment was exactly what she had in mind.
“Now for some…”
“…Real fun”
Keri’s breasts bristled with bright plastic
clothespins. Sophie had sorted them by color as she worked, red on the left
breast and blue on the right. The pattern on each was the same, a ring around
the perimeter and one clip on each nipple. Keri had whined as each new clip
gripped another pleat of her already reddened skin. Each pair of jaws nipping at
her had multiplied the pain. She could look down at herself and watch the forest
grow, finding the sight repellant and the process mesmerizing. Sophie had
finished one side before beginning on the other, so that Keri would know exactly
what to anticipate.
Sophie stepped back to admire her work, picking up the
little cat again.
Keri had a moment to think that Sophie would find
whipping her breasts awkward now. The strands of the whip would snare and tangle
on the clips.
Then she shrieked and jerked in her bonds as Sophie
brought the whip whistling down on her pussy.
“Stop whining!” Sophie snarled. “Learn to…”
“…Enjoy
it!” Miko punctuated her command with another hard strike.
The slave girl’s ass, already bruised from a week of
repeated abuse, was a glowing ball of pain. Her cries had become desperate
pleas. She was blubbering incoherently. Her face was red and tear streaked.
Miko paused. For all its fetish value, the leather
catsuit was too hot and confining for performing such hard labor. She stripped
it off impatiently and threw it into a corner of the room. Her amber skin was
glossy.
She
toweled the sweat off her face. As an afterthought, she ran the towel over
Jane’s face as well. The consideration seemed to calm the slave. Miko balanced
the quivering chin on the point of two talons and spoke casually as she studied
her victim’s reactions.
“The
lady who will be your wet nurse is an old friend of mine. I know all of her
favorite games. Starting tomorrow I’ll teach them to you. You’re going to
learn capacity and control you didn’t know you had. You’re going to learn
how to milk a cock with both ends. You can start training for that now, unless I
decide to find a cane and really go to work.”
Jane
coughed the sobs out of her voice and quavered. “Please, fuck me now! Please!
I really need to feel you in my ass.”
Alan couldn’t tell if she was begging because she
was genuinely aroused, or if she only considered sodomy preferable to the
sustained attentions of Miko’s implements. This woman was either desperately
eager to receive him or a convincing actress. The cane that Miko began swishing
experimentally into the air, testing for the best point of balance, provided
good reason to beg convincingly.
Alan was certainly ready, at least part of him was.
Under the steady blows, Jane had performed a primal erotic dance that would have
stimulated a corpse. Her unbound feet had remained flat on the floor, and he
could only imagine the penalty she would pay for giving in to a natural
temptation to kick. Instead she had moved her hips in rhythm with the whip,
rising up to meet it when Miko commanded it, then jerking away from the impacts
as they fell. Any guilt he might have felt over her suffering was quickly
rationalized. She had asked for it, after all. Keri was likely to be in a
similar situation right now. He wondered if she was also this lewd in her
distress. He rose from his chair and circled around to see the girl’s face.
She directed her begging to him, as though he were the lover she had long
missed- or the only means to deliver her from Miko’s cane.
Miko caught Alan’s eye and winked. “I think he
won’t mind waiting just a bit longer. The show is just getting interesting.”
Alan, dazed, caught himself nodding back, knowing that
he had just passed sentence on the girl. He told himself that the slave was only
getting what she had asked for earlier. She should be cheated of nothing.
Miko
grinned down at Alan’s erection. “Necessity is a mother.” She pulled her boots back on and picked up the cane. |
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