Beautiful Torture

by C. P. Mandara

  The belt in my hand is currently tanning Harper's ass to within an inch of its life, and so far she's not made a murmur. This is strange. Most girls I know would be howling after a couple of minutes of this kind of treatment, and probably several blokes, too. That could mean one of several things. Either Harper is used to pain, it turns her on, or she has a higher than average tolerance for it. There are no cutting marks on her body, and trust me, I've checked it out, but there are plenty of scars. She could be a former self-harmer. She doesn't look the type, but it's possible. There are other explanations. I have a feeling she's into kink, and if that's the case, I'll find out soon enough. If she's had experience with the lifestyle, there's a good chance she's seen all this before. The other side of the coin is that she's been abused, but that had better not be the case. If it is, I'm going to feel shitty once I've found out, and it will piss me off. She seems far too defiant to have been some man's plaything, though. If she had been abused, she'd do everything I said as soon I said it for fear of the reprisals. There's a little voice inside my head that says she did exactly that when I asked her to eat breakfast off the floor. It doesn't make me pause while I'm busy hammering her ass, but it does confuse me. Most people would have more issues with eating food off the floor than with licking a pair of clean shoes. There is something at play here that I don't understand.

  When we get to the five minute mark, and the point where her ass is redder than a watermelon, I give her a break. The object of this exercise is to get her to talk, after all, and she won't be able to do that while I'm whacking her with the belt. I just want to see if she's a little more pliant after pain.

  "Ready to chat yet?" I listen carefully for a response, but I'm not expecting big things. Harper has already proved she's stubborn, and to be quite honest, it turns me the fuck on. I hope she keeps this shit up for hours. It will provide me with lots of exciting entertainment.

  As I suspect, there is no response to my question, which is absolutely fine by me. Before I begin again, however, there's something I need to find out. My left hand strays between her legs. As soon as she realises what I'm doing she clamps them tight together, but it won't stop me from finding out what I need to know.

  "Does this turn you on, Harper? Are you holding those legs together because you're embarrassed that your cunt is currently begging me to fuck it? Hmm. Let's see, shall we?" My fingers burrow between her tightly clamped thighs, and she lets out a ragged squeak of annoyance.

  "Don't do this," she grits out. She sounds adorably cute when she's angry.

  "Why? You do realise that if you don't talk we're going to be fucking later. There's no two ways about it. If you have any objections, I'd seriously consider using that mouth of yours to do good rather than evil. Although personally, I much prefer evil."

  My fingers have found what they're looking for, and sure enough, it's a sticky, wet little honeypot that is practically crying out for attention. I can't believe Brandt hasn't tapped this yet. What is wrong with that boy? Is he still suffering from the tormented woes of whether he's gay or not? I wonder if he's had a woman since he's been out? I resolve myself to go ask him. It'll be an interesting question at the dinner table later, that's for sure.

  "Oh dear," I say, bending down so that my voice gently resonates in her ear. "It seems that being thrashed turns you on. It's a good job there's going to be a lot more of that in your future then, isn't it?" Delving a little deeper inside her, I curl my fingers against her G-spot and listen to her sharp intake of breath.

  "Don't do this," she moans again, with considerably less enthusiasm than the last time. If there's one thing I know how to do well, it's play a woman's body.

  "You're as bad as Brandt," I say, a wry smile forming on my lips. "It's one thing to have a stranger fuck you, it's another entirely if you're made to enjoy the experience." Brandt was almost suicidal when he came to crave my cock. He knew I could make him take it, but he never expected to get to the point where he wanted it or would even be so desperate as to beg for it. I knew we'd get there. It just took time.

  Harper's body stiffens, and I know I've hit the nail on the head.

  "I shouldn't enjoy this," she whimpers, and I wonder if she's talking to me or just voicing her thoughts out loud. Anyway, however we look at it, I was right; Brandt and Harper are a match made in heaven, which is exactly why I have to get rid of her.

  "Don't worry, you're not going to for long." I'm going to give her just enough to get excited, so I can do what I want to her, but not enough that she gets any real pleasure from the ordeal. This is about crime and punishment, after all.

  The belt comes back down again, with my right hand, while the fingers of my left work her cunt. I'm going to taste that later. It's been a while, and though I'm reasonably sure I prefer men now, it wouldn't hurt to test the theory.

  "Oh, God," Harper moans.

  "Nah, I'm not God," I say, amused. "I'm an angel. A fallen one. You'd do well to remember that, princess."

  I take her to the edge, over and over again, but the belt on her ass won't let her come. There's an art to this kind of torment, and I'm good at it. Too good at it, in fact. Harper has taken two brutal spankings in the last day, and her ass will be on fire by now. That's what I'm aiming for. I need to be able to control her, and this is the first step towards that. Now, if she won't do what I say instantly, all I have to do is grab it and she'll immediately fall into line. When that stops working, I'll devise new and ingenious punishments, but for now it should be good enough. A few more strikes with the belt, and she'll do every damn thing I tell her to, almost before I've said it.

  I don't need to mete out too many more strokes before the girl starts sobbing, and that's the first sign that I'm getting through to her. I don't kid myself that she's about to talk, though. That will probably take a day or so's work, but we're on the right track. When the sobs turn to hysterics and writhing, I know we're ready for stage two.

  When I eventually stop, more to rest my hand than to give her a break, she is wailing so loudly it's a wonder Brandt hasn't marched down the stairs and given me what for. Whatever he's doing, he's decided to do it far enough away that he can't hear us - and for that I'm thankful.

  Pushing her off me, I stand up to stretch my legs. I'm assuming a position of power again. I'm standing, she's lying. When I'm around she'll always be lying or crawling, or there'll be trouble. She'll discover that soon enough. As I walk from one side of the cell to the other her sniffles are slowly dying down, and I wait patiently until she's caught her breath. I am a monster, but she needs to be able to breathe for what I'm about to do next. Now, do I just push her to the floor and shove it in, or do I torment her by telling her what I'm about to do first? Hmm. That's a no-brainer.

  "Are you ready to suck my cock, Harper?" The soft little hiccups turn into a shocked gasp as her head swivels round to look at me. Her eyes are red-rimmed and swollen from crying, and her face looks as if it's dissolving in tears. Is it wrong I find that look sexy as hell? Probably, but who the hell cares?

  "Did you spank Brandt?" Interestingly, Harper has ignored my question and gone for one of her own. Prevarication isn't going to work here, but I'm happy to lengthen the anticipation if she is.

  "Yes." I did a whole lot of things to Brandt, and spanking was just one of them. He used to hate it, which is probably why I enjoyed it so much.

  "Do you think you'll get him back?" she chokes, through the snot and tears that are clogging up her airways.

  Actually, I've decided I'm not going to play this game any more. I have better things to do.

  "Get on your knees, Harper. Tip that head up and open your mouth as wide as you can. If you're not going to tell me anything of interest, I might as well keep it busy for the time being." I advance towards her menacingly. There is no smile on my face now. There is just cold, calculated intent. Now it's up to her. She can either obey or face the consequences. Whatever happens, it's going to be lots of fun my end.

  Harper, to my d
isappointment, gets off the bed and lowers herself to her knees. They have stopped bleeding, but they need a good clean up. If she's a good girl, maybe I'll attend to her later. I like doing stuff like that. It keeps them off balance. They never know what they're going to get with me.

  Watching her carefully, I wait to see if she'll obey me to the letter. Her brown eyes are almost shooting sparks as she levels her gaze upon me. They tell me that while she's being a good girl, she's doing it under duress, and that's just the way I like it. She's tense, angry, and she'd rather chew me up and spit me out than talk to me, let alone fuck me. That's too bad. I've got plans for her.

  Just as I'm about to get nasty because she isn't doing what I asked, she suddenly tips her head high and opens that pretty little mouth wide. My jaw snaps shut. It is an incredible sight, and it's rendered me speechless for a moment. My cock jumps in my pants and all the blood in my body is suddenly and very quickly redirected. Maybe I don't prefer men, after all.

  When I regain the power of speech, I start walking towards her. Hell, my whole body is gravitating in her general direction and there's a good reason for that.

  "You have no idea what I'm about to do to that pretty little mouth of yours, Harper, but I intend to show you, slowly at first, and I daresay we'll get a little quicker as time wears on. I'm very particular about how I like to be blowed, so listen up good, princess. If you fail in any part of the instructions I am about to give you, you will be punished, and it will make the earlier punishment look like a tap on the wrist. Nod if you understand."

  She nods with her head still high, which has to be a little awkward, so it looks like the girl is trying. Too bad she's persona non grata around these parts, else I'm sure Brandt and I could have had a lot of fun with her.

  "So, the rules go like this. You will not use your teeth. If your teeth come anywhere near my cock, I will break them. Now let's talk about tongues. You can use that. Pay particular attention to the spot at the top of the head and show it some love. I'd like to mention at this point that you will not be able to take a break while in the middle of sucking. If you lose enthusiasm for the job, I'll just grab your hair and finish it off my way and trust me when I say you won't like it. While we're on that note, make sure you use as much saliva as possible. I like messy. I also like noise. Even if you aren't enjoying yourself, you will make it sound like you are having the best time of your life. Oh, and when the time comes, you swallow like I'm feeding you fucking chocolate. Failure to do so will result in punishment. Finally, I generally like having my balls tickled or fondled at the same time, but that's going to be tricky for you at the moment, so just this once I'll let you off. Do you need me to repeat the rules?"

  I'm pretty sure she will. She'll be so scared of doing something wrong that her heart rate has probably doubled. Watching her for a response, I raise my eyebrows in surprise when she gives me a short shake of her head. Huh. Maybe she's got a photographic memory. We'll wait and see. Whatever happens, I see more punishments in her immediate future, whether she's behaved herself or not.

  Slowly undoing the fly of my jeans, I slip my cock out of my boxers and fist it. The beast is visibly pulsing in my hand, and looks magnificent, if I do say so myself. Harper can't see it yet because her head is still pointing upwards, but she'll get an eyeful in a minute. Giving myself a couple of strokes with my right hand, I use my left to lower her head so she can get a good view of what she's about to deal with.

  "Holy fuck," she whispers.

  Yes, I might not be as tall as some people, but my body has compensated for that in other areas. "That is an excellent response. Score one for enthusiasm, Miss Wilkinson," I say as her eyes bulge out of her head. Yes, I know that wasn't enthusiasm, and more of a 'what the hell am I going to do with that' kind of look, but that's not my problem, it's hers. I'm very interested in how she's going to solve it, too.

  Bringing the tip to her lips, I trace a gentle pattern all the way around them. I'm waiting to see if she'll sneer her nose in revulsion, and if she does she's getting another five minutes with the belt. But no such thing happens. Her tongue even peeks out to give me a quick lick which has me twitching in delight.

  Hmm. The girl is an absolute enigma. I can't figure her out for the life of me. Why is she not screaming the house down, or at the very least looking like she wants to kill me? Either she's totally into me and seriously aroused, or she's a very good actress. Now I know for a fact she's not into me, and while the arousal side of things might be true, that's probably down to the kink or pain. The actress part? I haven't decided yet, but I'll figure it out before the day is through.

  I feel her lips against my flesh and hiss through my teeth. I'm going to enjoy this so much. The anticipation is killing me. Perhaps that's why I'm dragging it out to the nth degree. "Tell me how much you want to suck this monster, Harper. Make me want to bang that throat, princess." The odds are ten to one the bitch can't talk dirty. That takes practise and lots of it.

  Her beautiful chocolate eyes focus on mine, tears still swimming in their depths, but they are now also filled with heat. She's taking to this like a duck to water, or maybe she's just doing her best to save her hide, I don't really care which. I'm having fun and that's all that counts.

  "Please let me suck you, Gabriel." That first sentence isn't awe-inspiring, and I roll my eyes. Maybe it's best if I shut her up before she kills the moment with a load of drivel. I decide to give her a bit longer. Maybe she needs time to get into the swing of things. One can hope.

  "Please, Gabriel, let me take that great big monster down my throat until you make me gag so hard I can barely breathe. I want to feel you slamming into me so hard, you nearly tear me apart. Cram that fucker into my throat, Gabriel. Make me..."

  OK, so the last part was definitely an improvement and I'm getting a little carried away. There wasn't a lot of blood left swirling around my brain as soon as I saw her kneeling on the floor with her gob open, but after that... well.

  "Shut up." I don't wait for her to obey, I simply thrust - hard. Now when I normally do this, girls either try to cough up a lung or their eyes almost shoot out of their head in horror. Harper does neither. In fact, she does the complete opposite. Just as I've instructed her to, she makes a groaning sound of approval. This nearly makes me laugh; she is no stranger to this type of treatment. Could it be that Brandt's sweet little princess is actually a whore in disguise? Oh, how entertaining would that be? If only he were down here to watch this. I have a feeling he would be less than amused.

  As if on cue I hear the pad of feet behind me. He is coming back down to watch because he doesn't trust me with his little pet. This is too perfect. I am going to have some fun with this. If there's one thing I enjoy it's performing to an audience - especially if there's a chance I might make them jealous. It's time to show Brandt just what a little slut the girl is. I'm ninety-nine percent certain that as soon as he watches her deep throating me she'll be on the next bus out of this place. Brandt always was a stickler for fidelity.

  Grabbing a handful of hair I tip it back, and compliment her on her performance so far. This isn't to boost her ego, it's to piss off Brandt.

  "Yes," I purr, "just like that. Keep that tongue flat and open that jaw wide." Hammering into the back of her throat I pretend not to notice Brandt, who's standing midway down the stairs, probably wondering if he should run straight back up them again. I know he won't, though. Now he's seen what I'm doing he won't be able to walk away. He'll either come over and punch my lights out, or he'll continue to watch with sick fascination as I pound the hell out of his best buddy's throat. Is he imagining himself in my place right now? Is he jealous of my dick sliding down into the sweet heat of Harper's mouth? Maybe he'd rather it was him on his knees, taking a pounding for me. It will be interesting to find out.

  To distract me from my thoughts, Harper's tongue comes into play, flicking and licking in all the right places. As I slowly withdraw from the whole length of her hot little mouth and let my cock c
ome to rest on her lips, she lets her tongue circle the head, over and over, wrapping her saliva around me like a soft, warm blanket. I cannot lie. It feels amazing. Even if I wanted to stop I couldn't, so I hope Brandt isn't about to storm the fortress and go crazy on me. All I'm asking for is at least another three minutes. That isn't too much to ask, is it?

  Placing one hand on each of Harper's shoulders, I begin pistoning in and out of her. It's a lot more fun now I know I have a second pair of eyes watching. My hands creep to the back of her neck, so I can pull her head forward on the upstroke, crushing my cock against her throat. This is when I get the gagging noises I've been craving. Harper looks an absolute picture. There's a line of sloppy saliva dribbling down her chin as I continue to work her over. She's struggling to breathe as I up my pace and her face is a tormented wash of emotions. I know she's spotted Brandt on the stairs because I saw her eyes flare in recognition a few seconds ago. Judging by the red splodges of colour that have now infused her face, it's clear she doesn't want him to see this. Too bad, because I do. I want to torment her until she screams, just to see what it does to him. I need to know how invested he is in the girl, and I hope it's nowhere near as much as I think he is.

  Pulling back again, I allow her to catch her breath. I hope she uses the opportunity wisely to fill her lungs to the max because she won't be breathing very much for the next couple of minutes.

  My hand grips the hair on top of her head again as I raise her eyes to mine. "Are you ready to deep throat me, Harper?" I nod her head for her as a tear dribbles out of her left eye. "Take a big gulp of air, princess, because it's the last you're getting for a while."

  "No, please, no. I..." These aren't words I want to hear, so I drive my cock home inside her. While her eyes fill with fear, turning me on even more, I plunge back and forth with insane speed, feeling the first stirrings of an orgasm begin to tighten my balls.