Greg Dawson enjoys a second session of sexual torture with Dominique Careva. This time she is dragged round to his abode by handyman Donatonio and Dawson lets him witness and then take part in the session that follows.
One thing is for sure - so far as Dawson is concerned - Dominique will definitely have her Latin fire taken out of her and much of it will be on display on her rear end!
This is the second in the Ex-Wives series. Stryker continues to thrill his readership with a mixture of painful male dominance, lots of enforced, non-consensual sex and a good story line to go with it.
EXTRACT
“Dominique Careva, it’s nice of you to turn up again, and so soon. Did
I not get the message across last time we met?”
Dawson spoke impassively as he stood by the cage. He fumbled with the
padlock and then opened the door.
“Now,” he continued, “for your own sake, and because Donatonio is
just itching for some action, I strongly suggest you do exactly what
you are told, without question and in as polite a manner as possible.
That means you do what I tell you, and you show respect by answering
me as ‘Master’, do you understand?”
“Sure, I get the message, but you just wait until I get out of
here.”
“I assure you, Senora Careva, when you get out of here, you will do
nothing.”
“We’ll see. I ran away last time, and I will again, only this time I
go to the police. You are finished with Senor Dawson, and so are the
brothers.”
“I think not, Senora Careva. You do not know where you are, or what
my real name is,” Dawson smiled, “and you most certainly will not be
escaping for some time. Senor Martinelli will attend to that upon your
return. Now, my instructions are to teach you a lesson about what
happens when you try to escape and also to try to drum into you some
notion of the respect you are required to show. We can do this the
easy way or the hard I really don’t care. I have all day.”
“Well, Senor Dawson, you will doubtless do what you want to do. As I
am not a strong person, I doubt you will have any difficulties, but
you will never break my will; that is mine alone and you will not
break it.”
“We’ll see. Right, Senora we will begin. Come out of the cage and
stand up facing Senor Donatonio.”
Donatonio had sat down in a corner of the room. He was already
leaning forward to watch the spectacle that was about to unfold and
Dawson knew he would be relishing every minute.
Dominique Careva obeyed. She crawled out of the cage and stood as
instructed. She was pretty, a good five feet six inches tall, long
slender legs and long dark hair that flowed down her slender body to
her waist. She was the archetypal Latinesque bombshell and her beauty
was enhanced by her high cheek bones, dark eyes and pouting lips –
except that her right cheek was heavily bruised, a result of her
escape attempt.
“Right, now so we both understand where we stand, how are you going
to address me from now on?”
“Master,” she said with as much venom as she could muster.
“Good. Please take off your dress and hand it to Donatonio.”
The woman peeled the thin, black dress off her shoulders and let it
slip to the floor. Only her bra covered her olive-skinned body and
knickers as she bent down to pick the dress up. She took four steps
and threw the garment to Donatonio. He in turn placed it on the floor
beside him.
“And now, remove your other clothes.” She did as she was told,
kicking them in the direction of the thug. He smiled when he saw her
naked body and Dawson knew he was ready for action, when the time was
right.
“Now, we will begin to administer your punishment. Put your hands on
your head and push your elbows as far forward as you can.” She did so
and her back was perfectly presented to Dawson. She waited, facing
Donatonio, fearful of what might happen. She was not kept waiting
long.
Swish! Crack! The flogger never touched her back before the stroke
landed. It landed well, directly between the shoulder blades. The
woman started with surprise but made no sound other than the low grunt
of exhalation. The second stroke landed on top the first, the nine
leather talons of the flogger lashing against her olive skin. This
time she moaned a little louder but her determination not to let
Donatonio see her cry was winning.
Crack! Crack! Two more strokes landed across the top of her back, a
little lower than the first. She gasped again and was tempted to step
forward but managed to control herself. She knew it was just the
beginning and that Dawson was not yet in his stride. She’d tasted that
stride a couple of days before and she knew what the man was capable
of. This was just a bit of target practice for him.
Crack! Crack! The flogger had moved down to her lower back, each
strap from each stroke causing a faint tinge of pink to blossom from
beneath the olive colour.
“Ouch!” She finally moaned as the sixth stroke landed. It cut her
below the rib cage, caressing her abdominal wall, stinging her flesh.
Crack! The next stroke landed square across her buttocks and it was
followed by another that cut across it.
“Ohh, arggghhh, ooohhh,” she groaned as the next stroke landed. She
was still clearly sensitive from her previous session with Dawson. He
knew she would have been and smiled as he delivered two more stinging
swats with the flogger. Finally tears formed in the woman’s eyes
though she struggled to keep them back.
“Right, come over here.” Dawson indicated he wanted the woman to walk
over to the wall bars. “Stand with your back against the bars, just
there.” The place he indicated had bars that came down to just above
waist level. The woman did as commanded and felt the coolness of the
wooden bars against her back.
Dawson took a short length of rope and the woman’s left wrist and
lashed it to the lowest bar, about a foot away from her body. He
repeated the action with her other wrist before taking a third length
of rope which he threaded under her armpits, around the nearest bar
and then secured it to one side, ensuring she could not pull away from
the bars. Then he opened her legs and attached a spreader to the
bottom of her legs, the leather straps ensuring she had no means of
escape. She was completely spread-eagled, totally vulnerable and
Dawson knew Donatonio was getting very aroused – he wanted it that
way.
