Extract 1
It was tempting to go for it, carry on ramming my cock down her throat and fire a
creamy load directly into her gullet – pull my cock out after the first few blasts then
fire the rest over her blindfolded face as she strained to capture more of my spunk with
her tongue. Then I could take my time to build up again before pleasuring myself up her
cunt and her ass.
Tempting, but the evening light was fading fast – and whilst that would make no
difference to the cockteaser, Annette; light was essential to my pleasure - I like to see
the consequence of my actions. Time was not my friend for this particular tryst, in this
particular location. So I forced the restraint and withdrew from her mouth, granting us
both a few moments relief.
She lay panting on the bonnet, taking her chance to suck in some air; but much more
than air she wanted more of my cock as she blindly tossed her head around praying to be
fed it again.
"Get up!” I ordered. “Stand on your feet.”
Slowly she slid off the car and rested at its side, still leaning on the bonnet, her
shaking legs unable to bear her full weight. She made no attempt to try and pull herself
together. It would have been an impossible task anyway – she looked a mess. Her hair was a
tangle of comically coloured tresses; her blouse was ripped and in disarray – a tattered
clump of white fabric was hanging from her neck and one tit fell out of her bra. Her back,
her buttocks and the back of her thighs were covered in violent red welts. She looked a
sorry state indeed. But I wanted her to confirm it in words.
“So, Annette, how do you feel now? Are you genuinely sorry for making fun of me?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her head hung in repentance.
“Do you think you’ve been punished enough?”
“Yes.”
“And what would you like now as your reward? Shall I clean you up and take you
home?”
Her head jerked up and blindly sought me out; horror sat on her face. “NO! Please...
you promised!”
I inwardly laughed at her desperation. What an incredible slut she was. After an
hour of pain and degradation, she was still hungry for a fuck. I had seen it so many times
before – for so many women the pain is an aphrodisiac – as is their suffering for me.
Extract 2
“And this is still just you and me, Annette. Open up that jacket.”
“You’ve got to be kidding!” she exclaimed, suddenly appreciating the position I was
leading her to. “I look like a tart as it is.”
“Do as I say, Annette!” I snapped. “That’s the deal for this weekend, girl – you
always do as I say. Either that, or we turn around now and I drive you home. Now undo that
jacket.”
Reluctantly she did as I bid. The buttons were undone and the jacket fell open at
the middle. Annette hunched her shoulders a little so that the gap was only a few inches
wide and her bra cupped breasts were concealed. Ahead of us the traffic lights turned red
and we came to a stop in front of a pub, a crowd of smokers standing outside. It was
perfect.
So perfect, Annette looked like she wanted to die.
I wanted to have some fun.
“I would very much like to see you tit, Annette,” I casually said to her. “Pull the
left side of the jacket over your shoulder and slip the tit out of the bra.”
Annette looked at me panic stricken – her lovely ruby lips were quivering and for a
moment I feared she might actually cry. There was a look of anger on her face; defiance
must have crossed her mind, as no doubt did the thought of turning round and forfeiting a
night of unimaginable fun – a weekend of sexual bliss.
The choice was hers, and Annette chose to go on.
She obeyed me to the full, pulling the jacket aside so that her bra was revealed on
the left side, then she lowered the cup so that her breast fell out for all the world to
see. I could hear mumbling on the pavement beside us, then a few people laughed and one
made a wolf-whistle; “slag” was called out loud.
I ignored it all. Annette bit her lip and tried to as well.
“Very nice, Annette. You really do look at treat, girl. Now play with yourself. Play
with your nipple – twist that lovely bud and make yourself squirm.”
Extract 3
Annette took up her position in the stocks; she knelt on the floor and rested her
head and wrists in the hollow grooves. I lowered the wood and secured it with a padlock
then made a circuit of the criminal.
“Are you comfortable, Annette?”
“It’s okay. I think I could have handled it.”
“After a few days out in the cold you might feel a little different, especially with
the villagers you probably stole something from taking their revenge on you.”
“Like how?” she asked, intrigued by this impromptu history lesson.
“The usual stuff you hear about. Spitting, kicking, throwing rotting fruit at you,
there would be lots of insults as well. The more vulgar of the peasants might piss on you
– you’d like that, I’m sure; and it wasn’t unknown for some to shit on you as well – you
might have found that less enjoyable. But if it was me who you had stole from; I would
wait till night when everyone was asleep and then I’d come out and take my revenge - like
this...”
I was standing behind her, admiring the swell of her lovely arse which was barely
covered by her black skirt. I stood astride her and reached down to raise the skirt and
rest it on her back, revealing her naked ass and her beautiful cunt. I whipped out my cock
which was already hard and knelt down behind her, my knees to the outside of her. My cock
slid in her with ease; the plug had kept her cunt relaxed and she was lusciously moist –
the room having excited her so much.
“...This is what I would do to you, Annette. Once the yokels were all in bed, I’d be
up you criminal cunt; fucking you hard till I came then fucking you nice and slow, taking
hours to reap my revenge.”
“What a bitch that would have been!” she cried out. “Oh, shit, that’s good - I do
love your cock.”
I gave her a few gratuitous strokes, giving as much pleasure as I took. Then I
reluctantly withdrew and walked away.
“It would have been a bitch,” I called out to her, “because it wouldn’t have been
for your enjoyment, Annette – the stocks were a punishment.”
Then I returned and showed her what I meant. I had brought with me a flogger, a
short handled whip with a single strap of thick leather. I stripped out of my shirt then
knelt behind her again; my cock slid back into her welcoming pussy then I brought the
flogger down on her back.
“Aaaaargh!”
“See, Annette. See what a bitch it would have been. They were sadistic bastards in
those days, and I would have been one of the worst. It would take more than a fuck at your
criminal cunt to satisfy me if you’d wronged me.”
Extract 4
The battering continued until Carmel’s ass cheeks were thoroughly flogged. She was
screaming for mercy throughout. Blow after blow rained down on her from her master whose
wrath seemed to know no limits. Carmel was reduced to hysterical sobbing, and was begging
forgiveness, begging her master to stop, but Conrad paid her no heed.
I was intrigued to know what crime the girl had committed to deserve such a
flogging and public humiliation.
Charles was nearby; I could see he was enjoying the flogging intensely; his hand
was rubbing his crotch, stroking his huge dick which lay under his trousers, looking
forward to the moment he could whip it out and add to Carmel’s distress by ramming it up
her battered ass and pounding it into her as yet un-violated pussy. I told Annette to go
crawl over, so as not to obstruct anyone’s view of the stage, and ask Charles to come see
me. Annette did so, attracting a fair bit of attention in the process, which was quite a
feat given what was happening in the cage.
“What did she do?” I asked Charles once he had followed Annette back to the table,
deliberately crawling behind her like some mutt sniffing at a bitch in heat.
“She allowed one of Conrad’s business lieutenants to fuck her when Conrad was away
on a business trip. I hear that man was beaten to within an inch of his life by some
East-end thugs Conrad contracted. Apparently Carmel was a virgin when Conrad bought her
and she was ordered to keep herself only for her master. The other slaves are made
available to other masters from time to time, but Carmel was forbidden to let anyone else
fuck her. This is the price of her failure to obey and keep her lovely pussy chaste for
her master. Thank goodness she failed, don’t you think? Sadly I will probably be one of
the last to know the joys of her body. But there is no way I’m not going to fuck her.
There is only one finer specimen in the club tonight, but sadly she is strictly off
limits. Thank you for sending her over to me, though – it was such a treat following her
back to the table.”
“My pleasure, Charles. But tell me; has Conrad indicated who might be the first to
fuck Carmel after the flogging? Steven tells me he has bribed him with champagne.”
“He and half the masters in the room have sent tokens to Conrad’s table; but it
will do them no good. Apparently Conrad has allowed the girl one favour – Carmel gets to
decide who fucks her first before the pack of slavering wolves descends and rips her
apart.”
“Oh fuck!” I cried.
“What?” asked Charles.
“Nothing. Thank you, Charles.”
For a moment I wondered if we should leave. Conrad had moved on to Carmel’s legs
and his enthusiasm seemed to be waning – Carmel, the poor girl, had taken more than
enough, and at last Conrad looked like he was appreciating this.
The smart thing to do would be to leave.
I knew this of course.
But I stayed.
I stayed because the girl had suffered terribly and had said to me those words.
“I am so pleased you are here. Now I have something to look forward to – knowing
that at last you will fuck me, like I have so yearned for you to do, will make this night
of hell bearable for me.”
That was one reason for staying. But there were other less noble motives.
I stayed because I had a raging hard cock on display and by God I wanted to stick
it into Carmel’s pussy.
I stayed because I was a master. It was my right to fuck who I pleased. Only
slaves, like Carmel, were told what they could do; whether they could fuck someone or
not.
I stayed to make a point and teach Annette another lesson.
I stayed because I feared that if I didn’t – I would have handed Annette the
ultimate control – and that could never do – even if we only had a weekend.
The flogging came to an end. Conrad threw down the crop and went to stand before
Carmel. He lifted up her tear streaked head and added to the moisture by spitting in her
face. Then he asked her a question – it was inaudible, but still it thundered in my head.
I held my breath as Carmel looked around the room; she looked at me and nodded her head in
my direction.
Annette’s grip on my cock was like a vice – I could feel a trembling in her arm.
Conrad was handed something by a slave then he walked out of the cage. He came
straight to our table and threw a condom down on top.
“So you get to fuck her after all. Enjoy. You can find her in the gutter tomorrow,
if you want to fuck her again.”
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