by Powerone
Jessica''s hips rose up from the altar as she once again involuntarily clenched tight, gripping the bar of flesh inside her, squeezing tightly, anything to stop the terrible burning in her backside. She knew that her pain was giving him such great pleasure, unable to stop the convulsions of her sphincter. He pulled his cock out of her pussy as she gripped it; feeling like it was dragging out her insides before thrusting back as she relaxed her sphincter.
Her breasts shook on her chest as his thrusts became more violent, rocking his cock back and forth inside her, making her take all of him in brutal plunges. His fingers had found her clit, rubbing it back and forth, moving to the side so when he fucked in, he rubbed his body against her clit, then the finger would return again. The cock in her mouth backed out of her throat, but stayed in her mouth. Jessica knew what she had to do. She let her tongue flutter back and forth over the tip until she felt it throb. She sucked it in deep as she felt it shoot, filling her mouth again with cum, choking, cum shooting out her nose as her mouth overflowed with the vile fluid.
Papa Ghede was enjoying the fuck. Her pussy giving him so much pleasure, but he could not last any longer. She was like a virgin, her pussy so tight, but also like a whore squeezing his cock with her pussy, a seasoned professional. He plunged inside her, burying it deep against her cervix, waiting until he felt his cum rise up from his swollen balls, run hot through the thick vein and shoot out, filling her pussy. She clenched and unclenched on his cock, Papa Ghede not moving, allowing her to do all the work of dragging the cum from his balls. He was not disappointed, the orgasm she drew from him the best he had ever felt. The fig had done its job well. He rubbed her clit harder as she bucked up and down, squeezing his cock as she came when he did. His hot cum shot out in her pulsating pussy, her juices running and mixing with his, her pussy now soaking wet.
He pulled his cock from her with a pop, cum dripping from her swollen labia, running down her inner thighs. He looked at her face—cum dripping from the corner of her mouth, her head slumped to the side, too exhausted, having passed out. The pleasure and the pain too much for her. They dressed her and got into a cab. No one saw Henri bring her into the back of the house, carrying her directly to her bedroom. He stripped off her clothes, bathing her body gently with a washcloth before putting her under the sheets. He turned off the lights, leaving her sleeping soundly, but not before pulling the sheet back and gently stroking his cock as he gazed at her naked body, coming on the washcloth.
Chapter Nine
The Punishment Room
Jessica woke early, feeling as if she had slept for days. Her body was so relaxed, but she couldn''t seem to remember what happened at the Voodoo ceremony. Yes, she remembered going, but after the drinks, her recollection was foggy. Short brief images popped in her head, something about the pole in the center and the vision of strange men standing over her naked body filled her mind. But she wasn''t sure if these were actual events or just erotic dreams.
Henri was sitting at the table drinking coffee when she walked into the kitchen. His cock rose as he saw her luscious body inside the white dress.
""Good morning, Jessica. Did you sleep well?"” He smiled and silently added, I know I did after filling your sweet pussy with my cum.
""Yes Sir, but I don''t seem to recall much of yesterday. What happened, Sir?"” She had a puzzled look on her face.
""I''m not surprised you don''t remember, you were mounted by an Iwa.""
""What did I do? Did I embarrass you?"” Jessica looked afraid that she might have made a fool out of herself and that would have an effect on diminishing Henri''s power as a Houngan.
""No, you were mounted by an erotic Iwa. Besides some very sexy dancing, you were a perfect lady. My flock welcomes you back anytime you want to return.""
Jessica smiled, pleased that she did not make a fool out of herself. She only wished she remembered more of it. “"Do all that are mounted not remember what happened?""
""In most cases. You might have some visions, but it is hard to tell whether they are real or fantasy. Have a good day. I have work to do, have to make sure the employees don''t steal everything."” He left Jessica eating her breakfast before meeting with Jerome.
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The next week went quickly, the Master being away on a trip. Jessica hoped for his return, remembering how he had made her cum, and the deeper desire inside her of his threat to “"punish"” her. Jerome took to Jessica as though she was his mother, hugging and kissing her when they played. Even Charisse seemed to be nicer to her. Whatever her problem had been, she seemed to have gotten over it.
They were playing in the sunroom one afternoon when Jessica caught a glimpse of Michael out of the corner of her eye. She turned to look, a mistake as Jerome, running over expecting Jessica to grab him and pick him up, instead landed on top of her, both tumbling to the floor in a mass of arms and legs.
Michael looked down at them, laughing, seeing Jessica''s naked legs, her dress almost above her waist, Jerome on top of her laughing as well. “"I seem to find you this way often, Jessica."” His eyes were on her panty-covered crotch.
Jessica blushed. He was right; she always seemed to have her skirt above her waist when she was around him, always looking like she was trying to entice him. She hugged Jerome, getting up, letting her dress fall back down over her legs. “"Sorry, Sir, you both caught me off balance.""
""I like that, keeping you off balance.""
Charisse came into the room. “"You wanted me, Master?""
Michael looked at Jessica. “"Yes, please take Jerome to the beach for a couple of hours,"” he ordered Charisse. He picked up Jerome. “"You go to the beach with Charisse and tomorrow we will go into town and go shopping for some new toys,"” he said, kissing his cheek, not waiting for or expecting a reply.
Charisse picked Jerome up and walked from the room, leaving Jessica alone with Michael, a little apprehensive. “"May I go, too, Sir?""
""Yes. But go back to your room and remove your garter belt and stockings. Then go to the last room on the left of the main hallway. Remove your dress and stand in the center of the room, your hands behind your head, your elbows out, your legs parted, presenting yourself to me. I will be with you shortly. We have some unfinished business to take care of. I have been waiting all week for this. Do you understand?"” He stared at her eyes.
""Unfinished business, Sir?"” She felt her pussy getting wet. Was he finally going to punish her?
""I am going to punish you, as I promised. And while this is going on, you will address me as Master,"” he said sternly.
""Yes, Sir, I mean, Master,"” she quickly corrected herself, then added in a voice barely above a whisper, “"I''m afraid, Master.""
""You should be."” He left her standing in the room.
She quickly went to her room, taking off her dress so she could remove her garter belt and stockings. She knew that he did not want them in the way, that he would probably strip her naked. She let her hand slip inside her panties, her finger running up and down her slit, her pussy already soaking wet. God, how could she be so wet when she knew whatever he was going to do to her would hurt? Or maybe that was why she was wet. She pulled her hand out, not wanting to cum, hurriedly running out of her room toward the main hallway. She slowed to a walk when she reached the long hallway, her heels clicking on the marble floors until she reached the last room on the left. She stood at the doorway, her hand pausing on the doorknob, knowing that once she entered, she could not leave of her own free will.
Jessica was shocked when she entered the room. She had expected to enter Michael''s bedroom, or at least a bedroom, but this was different. It was a playroom, but not like Jerome''s, this was for grown ups, grown-up men. There was a large overpowering four-poster bed, heavy scrolled posters in each corner filling the center of the room. More ominous were the leather cuffs secured to each corner, attached with short pieces of leather strapping. There were other pieces of furniture, if you could call them
that. There was a large, leather-covered bench bolted tightly to the floor, about waist high, metal rings on the legs and also on the floor in front and back. A large wooden chair was also bolted to the floor, heavy armrests with leather cuffs dangling from the legs. The most interesting part was the seat, or lack of it. Only tiny edges of wood lined it, the center was open, leaving whomever was secured in it with their bottom and sex completely exposed.
A large cross constructed of heavy beams was in one corner, the cross piece, the base and the floor behind it all adorned with cuffs, a large protruding block of wood pushed out from the center facing the front. She could only imagine being secured in that, the block of wood forcing out her breasts to whatever mistreatment could be devised.
A glass-front cabinet was jammed with various types of paddles, whips, floggers and other instruments, many she could not even fathom the use of. A wide collection of dildos in various sizes from small to large, some with large protrusions, bumps that would make entry very painful. And then there were the clamps, shiny metal glimmering in the light, chains running between them, the teeth hard and sharp.
What she thought was going to be a simple spanking now took on a more ominous threat. This was a room designed for elaborate punishment. This was the room where Henri and Michael must punish the more errant employees. Was she sent here just to scare her, or was she to be subjected to more extreme punishment? It really wasn''t important; she was here and didn''t have much choice in the matter. She had already subjected herself to humiliation and sexual abuse to get here, with the Professor, the Senator and the military. It was too late to change her mind and go home.
She unbuttoned her dress, noticing the mirrored-covered walls, purposely placed so the victim would be able to see her own humiliation from anywhere in the room. She pulled the dress from her body, placing it on the bed. She stood in the center of the room, staring at the mirror in front of her as she submissively thrust her hands behind her neck, interlacing her fingers. She watched her bra-encased breasts push up as her elbows moved to the side. She parted her legs, her panties getting tighter between her legs. She spread them further until she could discern the line of her pussy lips beneath her panties, pleased at the sight of her own body as she displayed herself for the Master. She stood there, waiting, her thoughts running over what she would look like in the various pieces of equipment in the room, or how they would feel on her body. She looked at the bed, wishing she were spread on it, Michael''s cock inside her, fucking her hard as she desired.
Michael stood outside the room, having seen Jessica enter. He wanted her to wait. The suspense was usually far worse than the reality, though he doubted Jessica had even an inkling of what he was going to subject her to. He let her wait at least ten minutes before he entered. Her mind was surely going over the endless options. He turned the handle and slowly entered the room, the sight of Jessica the first thing that greeted his eyes. Her young body was displayed as he requested, her perky tits pushed out, her legs parted, her panties pushed between her pussy lips, probably already wet in anticipation.
""Do I please you, Master?"” Jessica smiled as she said it.
""No, but I am sure you will."” Michael took the advantage, not letting Jessica''s sexuality get the upper hand. He moved close to her, his hand caressing her naked, taut stomach, feeling her flinch as his fingers touched her skin. He let his hand cup one of her breasts, enjoying the feel of her firm breast in his palm, hefting it, feeling its weight, all the while staring directly into her eyes. His other hand moved to her other breast, both hands now squeezing the firm flesh.
""Such lovely tits, Jessica. Remove your bra for me, let me see them."” He waited while she reached behind her, unsnapping the tiny bra. He moved his hands to the straps, letting them slide down her arms, grabbing the bra in the center, pulling it down, her naked breasts exposed. “"Arms back up again, Jessica. Show me how well your tits stand up for my inspection,"” he ordered her.
Jessica did as she was ordered, apprehensive about her punishment, not wanting to provoke him any more. She laced her hands behind her head again, elbows out, back arching forward, her young, youthful breasts proudly erect on her chest. She watched his fingers and hands return, his palms encasing the firm flesh, his fingers playing back and forth over her nipples, slapping at them, making them harder.
Michael dug his fingers into her nipples, twisting them, watching the expression on her face, seeing her clench her lips as he pulled roughly. “"Does it bother you when I abuse your sensitive nipples, Jessica? You might grimace in pain, but your nipples get harder. You seem to like the pain. That is a good thing, the pleasure and the pain. I will give you both.""
He grabbed her nipples tightly between his fingers and pulled her forward. “"Time for a spanking, Jessica, over here,"” he said, making her follow him over to the chair, her nipples stretching painfully out when she did not move fast enough for him. He sat in the chair, pulling her over to him. “"Lie down over my lap, head to the floor. Just like a naughty little girl.""
Jessica felt his hand on her naked back urging her down over his lap. She got a little dizzy when her head went toward the floor, the blood rushing to her brain. Her breasts hung down, his hand smoothing over her near naked haunches. She could feel his cock pushing up against her stomach, squirming to get better situated.
""Such a lovely ass you have, Jessica. I''ve noticed it often in the dresses you wear. You have a nice sway as you walk, very sexy. Will it dance when my cock is in your asshole? Will you make it sway back and forth to pleasure me?""
Her pussy got wetter when he spoke of taking her in the ass. She''d had only fingers there, but she''d learned to like the feeling of fullness they gave her. They hurt sometimes, but she knew the masochistic feeling was part of the thrill. “"I will do whatever you desire, Master.""
His hands moved over her ass cheeks, the flesh soft and firm beneath his fingertips. He traced a line up and down her crack, pushing her thin panties into the opening. She trembled each time his fingers passed over her panty covered anus. He pulled his hand up, then slapped it hard on one cheek, the sound echoing in the room as it connected with her flesh.
It stung, stung bad. She bit her lip, trying not to cry out in pain, a muffled gasp of pain still coming from her lips. The Captain had spanked her; the Professor had spanked her. Men seemed to enjoy it. She doubted that this would be the last time it would happen to her. The hand returned to lovingly caress her near-naked ass cheeks as if it was soothing away the pain. Back and forth over her ass cheeks, fingers sliding up and down her ass crack, pushing the silky panties between her cheeks. She felt the hand move away as she braced for the inevitable slap again. She was not disappointed, her other cheek the recipient this time, even harder. She could not hold back and cried out.
Michael''s cock jumped at the sound of her pain, pleased as his hand returned to her ass cheeks, feeling the heat rising from her skin where it had been spanked. Soon he would strip off her panties, able to see how red he made her sensitive skin.
""It stings doesn''t it, Jessica? While you were readying yourself for your punishment, I''m sure you saw the different whips and paddles in the cabinet. Each will bring a different type of pain when used on the flesh. Just when you think your body is numbed to the pain, a new, more intense torment can be inflicted. I can keep your body in constant agony for hours. You will also find pleasure in this. The pain and pleasure will mix. You will find yourself accepting the pain in order to receive the pleasure. If you please me, I will reward you with my cock."” Two quick, powerful slaps to her ass, caught her off guard, her body jerking on his lap, her stomach rubbing sensuously against his pounding cock.
Her whole bottom was stinging now, each successive slap touching new places, the pain radiating from her ass. She mumbled something, and was rewarded with two more slaps, both on the same cheek, the second one more powerful than the first. She squirmed, her pussy sliding over his hard cock. Yes, she wanted it; she wanted his cock so
bad that she would allow him to do anything to her body. And she knew that he would force her to accept whatever punishment he would extract from her body. She arched up her ass, presenting it for his hand.
""Yes, that''s a good girl, Jessica."” Slap, slap. His hand beat hard on her upthrust ass cheeks. “"I like that in a girl. Arch up again.""
His large hands played over her ass, continuing to slap at her tender flesh, each time making her present her ass for further punishment, feeling the heat radiating from her flesh. As though he couldn''t wait any longer, his hand slipped inside her tiny panties.
Jessica thought she would cum as soon as his hand touched her naked ass. She looked in the mirror, seeing her own reflection, ashamed at how she looked. Her half-naked body was stretched over his lap, her head hanging down, her breasts stretching downward to the floor. His hand moved around inside her panties as she squirmed like a schoolgirl in heat. She relaxed as his fingers moved between her cheeks, his rough, calloused finger sliding up and down the crack, her body shivering in fear and excitement as it lightly touched her anus.
""Such a tiny hole, Jessica."” Michael let his fingers slide down lower, moving to her pussy, her juices coating his fingers as soon as he touched her hot flesh. “"Are you ready to cum, Jessica?""
""Yes, Master, please, please make me cum,"” she begged, pushing her pussy into his fingers. Even the pain still radiating from her ass could not stop the pleasure she was feeling.
""Stand up and remove your panties."” He watched her as she struggled to rise from his lap, her abdomen rubbing over his cock as she did. He was not sure if this was by accident or she was teasing him. She bent over, lowering her panties down her legs, kicking them off her feet. “"Turn sideways,"” he ordered her.
Jessica did not wait for any further orders. She turned to the side, catching her reflection in the mirror. She raised her arms up, interlacing them behind her neck again, thrusting her breasts out for him. She spread her legs, watching as her pussy lips spread apart, her dew reflecting off the bright lights in the room. She looked like a shameless slut, trembling as she waited for his hands to return to masturbate her.