by Powerone
His right hand returned to her ass, his left hand grabbing her sex. Two fingers pushed between her puffy lips until they found her vagina, sliding in on her juices, feeling her rise up on her toes as her pussy engulfed the fingers. He slapped her ass. “"Lower your toes to the floor. Impale your pussy on my fingers. Push them in deeper.""
The fingers pushed inside her, bowing out her legs even farther as she fucked herself on them, her feet finally flat on the floor again. He gave another sharp sting to her ass, driving her hips forward, forcing her pussy to receive the fingers more deeply. He slipped a finger up to her clit, snapping at the engorged flesh, the fingers inside her moving around, his knuckles rubbing harshly on her clenching walls.
His other hand slipped between her cheeks, pushing on her anus until he felt her sphincter relent, then he sank the top of his finger into her rectum, feeling the hot tightness of her asshole. She squirmed, her hips moving back and forth, her pussy swallowing the fingers, pushing backwards, forcing his finger deeper into her asshole, her throaty groans of pain as her asshole was stretched open.
Michael knew that she would not last much longer. He pulled his finger out of her asshole, feeling her sphincter grabbing it as he did. He pulled one of her legs back farther, leaving her tender inner thighs unprotected. He smacked the flesh, the sharp bite making her body jerk as his hand slapped close to her wet pussy.
Jessica felt so full. His thick fingers moved around inside her as his hand began to slap her inner thighs. It hurt terribly, the sensitive skin unused to such cruel treatment. His hand began to move about her lower body, slapping all of her skin, moving from her inner thighs, up to the juncture of her pussy and anus, slapping her perineum with two fingers before moving back to her ass cheeks with his whole palm, powerful slaps jolting her body back and forth on the fingers masturbating her pussy.
She watched in the mirror, his hand descending on her body, bracing herself for the pain, her pussy clamping tight on the fingers as her body clenched in anticipation. Now she knew why men loved to spank girls. It forced them to tighten their bodies, gripping whatever was placed inside their holes. She could only imagine how tight her pussy would be on his cock instead of his fingers, if it were inside her. The thought of her pain bringing such pleasure was all she needed to send her over the edge. Her pussy clamped down on the fingers as Michael''s hand continued the staccato slapping of her ass cheeks, her pussy now clenched tight as she came, and came as she had never done before, the pain in her ass mixing with the pleasure his fingers were giving her as he masturbated her. He seemed to be able to foresee each orgasm, his hand slapping her ass harder just before her orgasm hit, the pain shooting to her brain at the same time as the pleasure of her orgasm did. She saw herself in the mirror, her hips jerking back and forth as her body was unable to comprehend the dual feelings.
Michael pushed three fingers inside her pussy and her juices flowed out all over his hand. He continued the abuse of her ass, his palm slapping back and forth over her cheeks. When he obviously felt she could cum no longer, he let one finger slide over her anus and slip painfully and swiftly inside her asshole. Her sphincter and anal walls tightened on the digit, trying to force it out. Her hips drove forward, three fingers pushed deep inside her. He bent his finger inside her asshole, stretching out the virgin hole, making her feel the fullness and pain.
Jessica thought she was exhausted from coming so much when she was swiftly impaled on Michael''s finger, her asshole forced to take the dry finger painfully up her rectum. The pain was all she needed to drive one last orgasm from her body. Her pussy was forced by her bucking hips to take the fingers deeper inside her, hitting a spot that drove her over the edge again, an orgasm ripping through her body. Her legs could no longer hold her body upright any longer, and she slumped down onto Michael''s lap. His finger ripped painfully from her asshole, his fingers still inside her clenching pussy.
Michael cradled her body. Jessica sobbed quietly, while his fingers continued to rub up and down the folds of her pussy. “"Relax for a few minutes, Jessica. Then it will be time to pleasure me.""
Jessica felt comfortable in Michael''s arms, his fingers still gently rubbing up and down her pussy slit. Even though she had already had multiple orgasms, she still felt a stirring between her legs as his fingers continued the gentle masturbation of her pussy. She clenched her thighs together, trapping his finger, clenching her pussy, letting him feel her.
""Ah, I see you are ready again, Jessica. Such a responsive body you have. It was made for pleasure,"” he laughed. “"Over here. I have such lovely things I''m going to do to your body, but I want you bound and spread this time.""
Jessica let him pull her over to the leather bench. There were two heavy metal rings in the floor, and Michael picked up some leather straps as they moved toward it. She felt his hands on her hips, turning her back to the bench.
""Turn around and spread your legs out for me, Jessica. Get them as close to the rings as possible.""
The rings must have been spaced out over four feet wide; her legs gaped to even get close to reaching them. Her pussy was spread wide, the slightly inflamed inner lips a darker red from the constant masturbation by his fingers. She watched him in the mirror, bending down behind her, wrapping the supple leather straps around her ankles, securing them tightly with double knots, pulling the first strap through one of the rings. She had expected him to spread her wide to it, but he stretched her only to about two feet from the ring. He pulled her other leg outward, making her spread wider to reach the desired width, pulling the leather strap through the ring and tying it, leaving at least two feet of leather strap on this one as well. She even shuffled her legs closer together, to relieve the ache from being so spread.
""Now your wrists, Jessica."” He grabbed one wrist and tied a long leather strap around it before proceeding onto the next one, the straps hanging uselessly. She was puzzled. It was not what she had expected. Michael stood behind her, his hands on her waist. “"Now let your body go limp and relax. Trust me.""
Confused, she did as he ordered, feeling his hands holding her upright. She felt her body being pulled backwards, the leather straps on her legs beginning to lose the slack. When they reached the end of the strap, Michael began to lower her upper body backwards, her body tightening in response.
""Relax, it will be over soon, Jessica.""
Her body surrendered to his will, and he lowered her until her back hit the leather bench. He used her weight, bending her backwards as he moved behind the bench. The bench was just a foot wide, her skin sticking and sliding noisily as he continued to pull her backwards over its leather seat.
Now she understood his intentions. The narrow leather bench kept the center of her body neatly arched up, leaving her sex exposed front and back, the leather straps in the rings keeping her spread wide and precariously balanced. He drew her arms behind her, fanned out to each side and secured the straps to the rings behind her, leaving her head and upper body lower than the bench.
Michael secured a thick leather belt around her waist, securing her to the bench; unable to move from side to side, pinned tightly to the bolted bench. He looked down at her body, pleased at the sight. “"Look up, Jessica. See just how provocatively you are displayed.""
In the mirrors on the ceiling, she scrutinized her body stretched out tightly as if she were drawn and quartered, her legs and arms pulled tightly to the far corners. The bench gave little support for her body, the main purpose only to keep her sex raised up and exposed. She had to pull her head upright, gravity forcing it backwards almost to the floor.
Her body was arched up almost three feet from the floor, with her arms and legs bowed downward. She tried to move her hips to get more comfortable, but the thick leather belt around her waist kept her bound fast to the bench. She felt surprise and relief when Michael held her head upright.
He turned her head toward him and she saw him, or at least she saw his cock. He was crouching beside her, naked, his cock
magnificent, everything she had dreamed of. It was nearly eight inches long and two inches wide. The helmet was a dark red, with a ridge running around it, tapering down to the shaft, thick veins running up the sides. Beneath his cock hung a pair of swollen balls each one filled with his cum. She licked her lips, greedy to have it inside her mouth.
""You are an eager one."” He watched as she licked her lips. He squatted over her face, letting his scrotum settle on her lips. “"Open your mouth and take my balls into them.""
Jessica hungrily opened her mouth. Michael pushed in first one then the other, her lips having to stretch wide, her cheeks bulging outward as he filled her oral cavity. She opened her eyes, his anus above her, her mouth stuffed with his heavy balls. She ran her tongue over him, sucking in the flesh, feeling the balls heavy in their sacks. She had never done this before, only recently having been forced to suck a cock. She hoped she pleased him as she sucked and licked the male flesh inside her mouth.
Michael felt the thrill of her hot mouth and tongue. He allowed her continue to play for a few minutes before he pulled out of her mouth, down her face and lowered his ass onto her mouth. “"Stick your tongue out and rim my asshole.""
""No!"” she cried out. Her moan was the only sound as he pushed his ass into her face, crushing her beneath him, sliding his asshole back and forth over her tightly clenched lips.
Michael heard her muffled scream when he used the kangaroo stinger on her left breast. The evil whip had seventy-five tresses, each one-eighth of an inch wide. It completely encircled her breast, each individual tress seeking out her tender flesh, some stinging her areola, others biting painfully into her already hard nipple. Before she had a chance to recover he slapped at her right breast. Her body shook and trembled, the bondage holding her tightly spread as the seventy-five tresses again and again stung her tender flesh.
She could not believe how much pain was being inflicted on her. It felt like she was being whipped with numerous whips at the same time, her view hidden by Michael''s ass covering her face, only feeling the sharp stinging of the tresses as they beat her flesh. She couldn''t believe that he would do this, beat her tender breasts. While he had caused considerable pain when he had pinched and pulled her nipples, this was pure agony. The whip ran back and forth across her breasts, the leather rubbing over her nipples.
""Are you ready to run your tongue over my asshole, Jessica? I''m enjoying the whip on your breasts. They are already turning pink and I imagine they must be feeling rather warm. Your nipples are really extended."” He did not give her a chance to say anything; he pulled his ass off her face, this time wanting to hear her scream. He slapped her breasts with the stinger, first the right and then quickly the left, watching both dance on her chest, bouncing up and down as seventy-five tresses each sought out a piece of tender skin to sting, her nipples receiving multiple strands. He appeared to revel in her exquisite pain as her screams filled the room.
She was terrified. She knew Michael had intended to mix some pain with pleasure, but this was not what she was expecting. She knew her legs were so spread, her sex so exposed. Knowing she had no choice if she wanted to spare herself unbearable agony, she stuck her tongue out quickly, finding his asshole. Running it around the edge, she ignored the slightly murky smell, eager to please, not wanting a repeat of the whip.
Michael felt her tongue on his asshole, almost coming from the pleasure. He pushed out with his sphincter, opening himself up to her attentions. “"Curl your tongue and make it hard. Put it inside my rectum."” He felt her wet tongue slowly slide inside, pushing outward until it was trapped. He clamped shut, his sphincter grabbing at the tongue inside him. It felt so good, her hot tongue moving around inside his asshole, his cock jerking each time it moved. “"I think that is enough for now, Jessica. Have you learned who the Master is?"” He pulled off her tongue, his asshole shrinking back down.
He saw the humiliation on her face, forced to lick his asshole. He lorded over her, his cock sticking out; the head now almost purple, swollen from being hard so long.
He looked down at her bound body, the flogger still in his hand. He moved to her side, her eyes following him, glued to the flogger. “"Yes, Jessica. I am going to use this and other wicked tools on your delicate body,"” he said, sensing her question. “"First on your breasts, then I have a nice Cat o'’ Nine that I am going to use on your sex. I am an expert with it and will find your pussy and your tiny exposed anus. I will use the flogger to make them both so tender.""
Tears welled up in her eyes as he stroked the flogger, letting the tresses drag across her breasts, watching the leather rise over her swollen and hard nipples. “"Close your eyes so you will not see if coming. It will make it so much better,"” he ordered her. She complied, then he raised his arm and swung. The rush of air raced down giving her a warning of the impending pain. He saw her body tighten up, the flogger slapping crosswise on her breasts, slapping first the right and then passing along to slap at the left. Her breasts jiggled up and down as they received the brunt of the leather tresses, her body held tightly, unable to prevent the pain.
It stung! Stung like a thousand bees biting her tender breasts. The worst were her nipples. Already swollen and sensitive, the leather tresses slapped sharply, cutting pain shooting to her brain. She bit her tongue, trying not to cry out, her lips pressed tightly together. She kept her eyes closed, imagining Michael standing over her, his cock jerking from hearing her pain, the flogger ready to run over her breasts again. “"Noooo,"” she moaned, as the flogger dragged through her pussy, her lips already pulled back by the obscene spread of her legs, the leather inching along her slit, picking up the wetness already there. Over her stomach, it rubbed over her pink breasts before leaving her body. She tensed, knowing it would soon be thrown back down, not sure where it would hit this time.
Michael smiled as he raised the flogger off her body, over his head, slapping it back down, this time hitting her abdomen, making sure some of the tresses trailed over the top of her pussy slit, barely missing her clit. Her hips jerked hard against the leather belt, fighting a losing battle to escape the leather flogger. He was pleased she remained mute, though her eyes clenched tightly closed, her muscles tightened. That would soon change, the next time he would slap her pussy. She would not stay silent when the leather stung her tender inner pussy lips.
Despite the burning sting from the leather flogger, her pussy grew wetter. She kept thinking about his hard cock fucking her as she lay there bound and spread, forced to take his brutal thrusts inside her tight pussy. She knew now that he would inflict pain on her as he fucked her, making her tighten up, milking his cock like a street whore. She pushed her hips up as she felt the flogger return to her pussy, the leather tresses dragging up her slit. God, it felt good, the smooth leather mixing with her juices. The flogger left her body once more and she tensed, waiting for the inevitable painful return. She waited and waited, no sound in the room except for her heavy breathing. She finally opened her eyes, just in time to see the flogger swing down. Destination, between her spread legs to slap inside her pussy lips.
Michael let her wait until he finally saw her eyes open, then swung the flogger down, between her spread legs. Over seventy-five tresses, many stinging her tender thighs, many others slapping her pussy, some moving between her spread pussy lips. Each tiny leather tress stung her flesh, her pink inner pussy receiving the sharpest bite, the leather dragging painfully along her slit, some slapping and dragging over her clit.
Her scream was inhuman, her throat hoarse from yelling as she suffered the most terrible pain she had ever felt. A woman''s pussy was not meant to be abused, or so she had always thought. Michael seemed to have other ideas. Her clit felt like it was ripped from her body. It was like being hit over and over, the leather snapping the swollen clit, drawing blood to the surface, another leather tress waiting to follow it, to slap at it again and again.
Michael loved the way her body danced to the pain, jerking and pulling on her
bonds, her arms and legs secured, the leather straps digging as painfully into her wrists as the tresses were to her pussy. His hands roamed her body, starting at her breasts, encircling her globes, feeling the heat the flogger induced, the flesh pink, her nipples sensitive to even the slightest touch. She would be a good fuck, tightening up each time he thrust into her. Even though she was young and had a hot, tight pussy, he loved when pain made them tighten their pussy or asshole on his cock, milking him. His hand slid over her abdomen, moving through her bush before rubbing her clit. Her body jerked as he touched it. It would be extremely sensitive to the touch by this time, those cruel leather bites. He slapped at it, back and forth, her body jerking with each harsh touch.
She felt his hands as they played with her battered body, unable to stop the calloused fingers from moving over her sensitive nipples or clit, igniting feelings she did not understand. It hurt; it felt good. The pain was overcome by the excitement of being bound and whipped, used to pleasure him.
""Ahhh."” Two fingers plunged into her vagina, pushing along the slick passage, twisting and turning inside her. She felt his other hand moved back to her clit, stroking it, forcing her arousal again. Would he fuck her now?
She was dripping, her body responding as he planned. He was not ready to fuck her yet. She would still feel the pain of the Cat o'’ Nine. He pulled his hands from her body. Her hips searched for them, her eyes still shut tightly. He picked up the Cat o'’ Nine. It had nine thin, fine braided cattails, nineteen inches long, including the terminal Turk knots and four-inch fringe. The handle was weighted and balanced for control and both Henri and he had become experts after using it for many years on errant girls who broke the rules of the house. “"Open your eyes, Jessica. This I want you to see before you feel it."” He stroked the Cat o'’ Nine in his hands, seeing the fear in her eyes as she spotted it instantly.