Chapter One

It was a very large bed, with broad, gleaming dark wooden frame. Four great, carved posts rose seven and a half feet above it, connected at head and foot, by thick, intricately carved foot and headboards. It was a bed for a very large man, or perhaps a very large couple.

With the half dozen big pillows and their lace trimmed cases habitually placed there, the sheets and thick, colourful duvet, she had often felt sunk within a mass of fluff.

Only two pillows were there now, however, and she was laying across them on her belly, her hips elevated, her legs spread towards the bottom post. Her arms were spread up and forward to the upper posts so that she was effectively spread-eagled. And she was held there by the layers of dark black rope which had been wound carefully about her wrists and ankles, each loop set precisely next to its neighbour, all of them ending in a strong length which connected her wrists and ankles to the four great posts.

Her bottom was raised and elevated, while her face was pressed against the bed below. Her long, thick mahogany hair, usually brushed until it glistened, was now an untidy, tangled mass about her head, partly matted against her cheek and forehead, where perspiration glistened. Her face was red, her lips drawn back around a dark black latex ball which partially protruded from her open mouth, two narrow straps pulling in against the sides of her mouth and then back around behind her head beneath the tangled hair.

Her sex was hairless, the lips taut and stretched back around the thick round shaft of the foot-long stainless steel vibrator which had been jammed painfully deep into her pussy. Only an inch protruded, gleaming, wet, like her entire groin, partially with sweat, partially with her body’s cream, which glistened moistly along the edge of her opening.

The even thicker base of a black, very realistically shaped latex dildo protruded from her anus, the rest of it clutched tightly by the muscles of her spasming rectum, continually trying to either draw it in deeper or expel it.

Miranda’s body trembled slightly, and she groaned as she drew in shallow, gasping puffs of air through her nose and around the edges of the ball-gag filling her mouth.

On the nearby fireplace, a clock ticked softly. Aside from this and her breathing, the only sound in the room was the distant growl of a lawnmower coming through the closed window from a house up the street.

She gasped and rolled her eyes up and back as the tip of the crop was placed against her spine just below her neck. The tip of the crop was more flexible than the crop itself, flat, but hard, called the “slapper”. Now it rested lightly against her spine, as Miranda moaned, as her muscles spasmed and moved beneath her moist, hot skin, her arms and legs pulling feebly against the ropes binding them in place.

The slapper, bent against her spine, slid slowly downwards, tracing the line of her spine between her shoulder blades, then down her slender back, and was soon wet with her sweat as it slid down into the small of her back, then rose up once more as it reached the base of her spine. It seemed to hesitate there, then slid on, just a short distance, off the tail of her spine, between her buttocks to where the round base of the dildo stuck out of her straining anus.

It circled the dildo slowly, then drew back and turned, laying sideways across her elevated bottom, pressing firmly into the skin as Miranda moaned and pulled against the ropes again.

Then it drew back and lashed down across her buttocks with a sharp meaty “thwack!” that drew a muffled cry of pain from her lips.

A thin line grew across the otherwise pale skin stretched across her buttocks, and her breathing came faster.

The slapper circled the base of the dildo again, then drew back and snapped down again – harder. Again the room echoed with the soft “thwack!”, and her cry was louder, more strained as she pulled more desperately against the ropes binding her.

Another thin line began to rise across her bottom, then “thwack!” and she cried out again.

She moaned, her head rolling back painfully, trying to see behind her, trying to roll her eyes up in mute appeal.

“Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!”

The four blows came close together, the first one drawing a cry, the second, a louder, more startled cry. By the fourth blow her cry was desperate as the mounting pain made her frantic, her skin burning like fire.

The blows stopped, the slapper sliding gently around the base of the dildo, rubbing gently at the skin of the perineum, then circled the base of the vibrator. It slid downward, caressing the top of her sex, rubbing lightly across her clitoris. The sensation was both uncomfortable and oddly pleasant, and Miranda relaxed measurably, her breathing easing.

Then the vibrator was turned on.

The vibrations made her entire lower body begin to thrum in tandem. The nose of the vibrator was jammed so deep inside her it had actually passed just to the side of her cervix so that it was painfully wedged right into the back wall of her vagina. The entire long silver body quivered inside her, setting her internal organs shaking lightly, making the muscles of her sex spasm. Tiny droplets of cream were forced out around the tightly clutching lips of her sex to trickle down along the base of the vibrator.

Below, her clitoris had swollen and pushed out from beneath its hood. The cream trickled down across it as the flat slapper rubbed gently and insistently, and Miranda groaned into the gag, her bottom rolling instinctively upwards. She tried to turn her head again, to look behind her, but her hair was across her face, in her eyes, and she could only see a shadowy figure there through it before dropping her head again.

The crop slid back up, caressed her bottom and then - .

“Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!….. Thwack!

She twisted and writhed and groaned as the sharp, stinging blows cut across her raised bottom, crying out into the gag, tears of pain beginning to fill her eyes as she twisted and pulled against the ropes.

Then the slapper was between her trembling thighs once again, rubbing gently against her clitoris. But she was wet there, now, and the stroke of the slapper was more intimate against her slick flesh. Her bottom still burned but the heat in her groin began to overshadow it.

Her body trembled and she gulped in air, sweating again, gasping.

“Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!”

She cried out against the pain, frantically trying to rise up, to arch back, her legs jerking spastically against the ropes tight around her ankles, then she collapsed gasping, gulping in air, drooling around the ball gag.

The dildo began to move. It twisted slowly to the right, then the left. Then pressure on its base tilted the nose up against where it was jammed deep inside her anus. The pressure reversed, and then reversed again. Then the dildo twisted, first clockwise, then counter. Then it slid slowly back out. It glistened, though not with her juices. It glistened with the lubricant with which it had been coated, so that it moved slickly despite her tightness. An inch more slid out of her, then two, then five, then they were all very abruptly rammed back into her.

She screamed, her head thrown up and back as the pain startled her. It felt as though she’d been punched in the gut – quite literally.

Then the slapper began to stroke across her clitoris, rubbing gently.

The dildo twisted, first left, then right, then pulled out slowly. This time it slid back in again just as slowly, fighting the pressure of her anal muscles. It began to pump in and out, just two inches one way, then the other, then four, then six. The slapper rubbed against her clitoris as the vibrator buzzed, and Miranda’s glassy eyes rolled back as pleasure and raw sexual heat coursed through her veins.

The dildo pumped harder, faster. It hurt, but not enough to distract her, and in a way, the pain was welcome, and she felt herself embracing it as right, proper, natural. She welcomed it, and the dildo pumped with longer strokes, faster, harder, the whole long length of it thrusting into her now in hard, fast strokes that jammed the fist of the person holding it against the opening to her bottom.

No matter how aroused her body had become it could not take the entire fourteen inch length.

But the nose jammed into her hard and deep, and her breathing grew rougher and harder and faster as she gasped and moaned and began to grunt and cry out at every hard thrust. Her entire body began to tremble and writhe and her bottom rolled lewdly up against the thrusting dildo, against the leather slapper rubbing, rubbing, rubbing at her throbbing clitoris.

The orgasm rose around her like a building wave, then crashed down upon her. She shuddered and bucked back, gurgling in wild, dazed pleasure even as the slapper stopped rubbing and started – slapping. An inch long, an inch wide. It was just large enough. The shaft of the crop was a blur as it slapped in short, rapid little motions against her swollen clit.

She cried out, twisting, writhing, bucking, the pleasure and pain so intense they were tearing at her mind. She bit into the ball-gag and cried out again and again, her throat aching from the force of her cries – however muffled, as her hips bucked violently. The orgasm rolled on and on as if it were a record with a deep scratch, skipping, skipping, skipping again, as fierce, furious flares of pleasure tore through her writhing body.

The dildo was rammed deep into her anus and left there, twisting clockwise, then counter. Then an open hand slapped against the base, then again, then again as she gasped and grunted and moaned at the jarring pain in the midst of the blinding storm of pleasure.

Her belly ached from the spasms, and black dots began to dance before her eyes from lack of air. She needed to breath, but wouldn’t for fear it would interrupt the rush of pleasure washing over her. And then she had to. She sucked in air desperately, interrupting the orgasm briefly, then it rolled on and she let the air out in a long, dazed wale of pleasure as the orgasm finally tailed off.

She fell limp, gasping, dazed, her chest heaving as she drew in deep sobbing breaths.

She felt a presence next to her face, soft breath which smelled of raspberries washed over her ear as a voice whispered “whore.”