As he stepped back to look at her she looked down at what he had done to her breasts. To her they looked like two light globes, small at the base where the rope bit cruelly into them, and round and bulbous for their bulk. They were darkening as she watched, and she could feel the pressure building in them as the blood that rushed into them was restricted by the tight binds. She couldn't decide what hurt most, her shoulders, her breasts or her ankles. She looked up at him knowing that by the end of this she would hurt a lot more than she did right now.
He had left his new toy, the one that would break her for sure, in the bottom of the cloth bag not wanting her to see it by accident until he was ready. He walked around the bed so she could not see him as he withdrew it, even though she craned her neck to try to follow him. He reached into the bag and past all the rope and found the cold leather by touch. He sighed with delight as he brought it out, his new toy, the one he was here to use, the one he wanted to see in action. It was a tightly braided black leather whip about two feet long and ending in a tight knot. It had no solid handle, it was just thicker at the base so that when he held it in his hand it was flexible and he could feel the braids against his palm. Making sure she couldn't see him he flicked it in a practice swing, causing a short sharp swish that cut the air beautifully. At this sound his bound beauty issued a muted yelp and started to struggle against her restraints. He walked back to her, letting the whip swing by his side like a slow pendulum. At the sight of it her eyes bulged and she frantically fought her bonds, using all her strength to try to break free. He just watched her as she caused herself more pain and discomfort in her futile attempts to escape.
He raised his arm, letting the whip flick back and rest over his shoulder. Her eyes followed it and she was panting behind the gag, breathing in short breaths dragged in and out through her nose several times a second. She was scared of the whip, but he suspected she wasn't as scared as she should be. He could fix that easily enough.
With a fast downward stroke he brought the whip down on her right tit, causing a sharp crack.
The response was immediate and violent. She threw her head back and exhaled a long wail passing almost all of the air out through her nose in one long scream. Her legs bucked up and down, out of her control in their exertions to try to get her away from the pain. Her breast, which was already a cherry red had immediately darkened where the whip had struck it and over the next few seconds turned a deep maroon. As her head fell forward she tried to pull her breasts away from him, trying to protect them from another blow but unable to provide any protection to any part of her.
The next blow struck her lift tit and again she threw her head back in a muffled scream. The pain was sudden and severe, and left a burning sensation in her flesh that didn't seem to be fading. Her breasts felt like they had been cut deeply, but as she looked down she saw they were marked with welts that kept darkening as blood rushed to the sites of the impacts. She felt completely powerless, unable to protect herself from this agony that was biting and then burning into her flesh. The next impact to her tits caused a weaker scream as she hadn't got her breath back from the previous blow. Tears again formed in her eyes and blurred her vision, another blow caused the tears to flow. She shuddered but didn't feel the protests of her ankles or shoulders anymore, the pain in her chest was too overwhelming.
He moved to her left and dropped two more slices onto her left tit. With each stoke the tit bounced, the impact accentuated by the tight bondage the tits were in. Each stroke also caused a full body reaction as she reflexively struggled to get away from the punishment that was being dealt to her flesh. Her moans were constant now, and she was weeping behind the gag. He dropped the next strike of the whip onto the inside of her left thigh, and was rewarded with a fresh scream as she reacted to the pain on a different part of her body. Moving to the right he completed the set, and her legs shivered with the strain of her bonds and the pain. Her breathing was irregular, her moans weaker. She was falling into the suffering, unable to fight any more, but she wasn't broken yet. That would take more time, and a lot more attention with the whip. That was fine, he had time.
As he got used to the whip he became more adventurous, aiming for more secluded targets and not worrying about the effects of awkward angles. Her breasts and thighs got most of his attention of course, that being what he loved to watch hurt, but no part of her body he could reach escaped untouched. On and on it went, each slice of the whip causing her to flail against her bonds. He needed to break her, and until she resigned herself to her fate, that hadn't happened. He had not been counting the stokes, but it was dozens and still she was fighting. If it took a hundred cuts from his short black leather friend to break her, then that is what he would give her.
In the end it took nearly that many.
By the time she stopped fighting and just accepted the torment that was happening to her, she was marked all over. Her tits were pale purple, with dark purple welts where she had been stuck over and over. Her thighs here a deep blood red, and other parts of her were deep pink. All over she had a covering of little black marks where the tip of the whip had stuck causing the worst of the bruising. She no longer looked pristine, but she looked even more beautiful to him.
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.
A Night Out
My friend and I were hanging out at a local bar one night. We were talking and having a few drinks when the conversation turned to strip poker. Being a little tipsy I didn't notice the waiter had come up to our table. My normal luck seemed to stand because he mentioned that if we wanted there was a backroom where we could have a game.
Blushing, I laughed and continued to sit and talk to my friend. The conversation turned dirty and he started telling me about screwing a girl in a bar bathroom. I could feel my pussy start to drip as he told me about pushing his hard cock into her pussy and how it tensed around his cock as she came.
I told him it was time for me to head home and he suggested we go out a different way. I shrugged as he led me towards the back. The waiter stopped us and asked if we had decided to take him up on his offer. My friend nodded and I couldn't find anything to say as they led me to a back room.
I noticed a table and three chairs set up and realized that the waiter was going to play too. The waiter had set a couple shots at each spot. I was so nervous I drank them both before I sat down. Between the alcohol and the wetness dripping between my legs, I couldn't pay attention to the cards and quickly lost the first hand. They both looked at me expectantly to see what I was going to take off.
I reached underneath my skirt and tugged off my underwear. My friend laughed and said that it was a little pointless being modest as they were going to see it all anyways. I placed them on the table and my friend took them and put them in his pocket. The waiter started asking me what it felt like sitting there with two men knowing that one of them had my underwear. Embarrassed, I looked down at my cards and quickly chose my discards. This time I was lucky enough to have a pair and I felt confident that I could win. My friend decided to fold as I looked like I had something.
The waiter was not shaken by my confidence at all and bugged me about losing the next hand. I was so sure that I would win that when he suggested doubling the bet I agreed. He showed his hand and I could feel my bubble burst. Even though I had a pair, he won the hand. I wanted to get it over with as soon as possible so I hurried to remove my tank top and bra.
My friend and the waiter started discussing my breasts as I sat there and waited for the last hand to be dealt. My friend was taking his time shuffling and I was starting to squirm anxiously. The hand was dealt and I had nothing. Because I was having trouble focusing, I didn't fold even though I should have.
My friend turned over his cards and I realized I had lost the hand. I realized that, while I was sitting there with
just my skirt, both men were completely dressed.
I started to stammer that this was fun but I needed to be getting home. My friend said that was fine but I was wearing something that belonged to him now. The waiter grinned at him and suggested that perhaps there was a way for me to get my clothes back. Relief rushed over me as I eagerly agreed saying that I would do anything to get my clothes back.
My friend cocked his eyebrow at me and asked me if I was sure. I nodded enthusiastically. The waiter gestured for my friend to go ahead and take the lead. I looked back and forth between the two of them unsure what was happening. He walked up to me and took my hand for me to stand up.
I stood up in front of him and he put his hands behind my neck and angled my face up towards him. He started to kiss me softly on the lips. He took his time and nibbled on my lower lip before deepening the kiss. I could feel my body start to tingle and rose up on my toes to get closer.
He caressed my body moving his hands down my back until he reached my skirt. I felt a pull at the zipper and it fell to the ground. I moaned as his hands grabbed my ass and pulled my body hard against his. The fabric of his shirt brushed against my erect nipples. My bare pussy started to ache from feeling so empty.
He moved his hands up so they were on my shoulders then slid them down my arms until they gripped my wrists. He pushed them behind my back and put them into one hand. I moaned as he massaged my breasts with his free hand, pinching and pulling at my nipples, causing me to gasp as they hardened. He turned me around so my hands were between us.
My mouth dropped open as I looked up and realized the waiter was still in the room. I had managed to forget all about him with my friend was touching me. My friend continued exploring with his free hand while kissing and nibbling on my neck. The waiter walked up and started kneading my breast. He bent over taking my other breast in his mouth. He flicked his tongue over my nipple before letting his mouth close around it. I moaned as my friend's hand brushed against my wet pussy. As he started to press harder I rubbed my pussy against his hand hoping for some sort of release. He commented on how wet it was and that I seemed to be ready for anything now. I nodded with the only thing on my mind being the empty feeling in my pussy.
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