After half an hour of continuous vibrations in her pussy, Hannah felt spent. Her labia
were swollen from the wax and the broad head of the vibrator and her clitoris, which had
had the head of the vibrator pushing against it all the time, felt like it was three times
its normal size.
The door to the dungeon opened and Hannah looked with dismay at the masked man who
entered.
“Please, please tell me what you want. I just can’t take any more of this pain in my
groin.”
“Your what?” hissed Dawson.
“My groin, where that damned instrument of torture is pushing into me.”
“Oh that. That, my dear, is your cunt. Call it what it is,” Dawson sneered.
“I can’t, it’s such a vulgar word.”
“Okay, I’ll give you another half hour then.”
Dawson made to leave the room again. Hannah, in desperation, called out. “All right,
please take the damned vibrator off my cunt. I can’t take any more of it.”
“That’s better,” said Dawson as he switched the device off. Then he pulled off the
tape securing the shaft to Hannah’s stretched leg, causing her to howl as the tape took
with it the little hairs on her leg. “Though you may be wishing you had not wanted it
removed in a few minutes time.”
“Please, why are you doing this to me?” Hannah was still panting from the exertion
of her multiple orgasms.
“You, lady, need to learn your position in life. You have some lessons to learn and
I intend you won’t leave here until you have learned them. That means you could be here
for a couple of days or longer if needs be. It’s really up to you. Now, I know you had a
lot of fun with that vibrator pushing into your cunt, so now it’s time to give you a
little taste of pain.”
“What, what are you going to do?” Hannah justifiably sounded fearful.
“Oh, just a little cunt flogging for now. We’ll try and get some of that wax off
your legs as well. This may well hurt a bit, but it’s for your own good.” The distorted
tones of Dawson’s voice added a degree of menace to his message.
“Ahhhggggggghhhhh!” Hannah screamed loudly as the flogger lashed into her exposed
sex, directly between her wide open legs, directly on her sensitive and puffy labia, some
of the strands from the flogger cutting in between her labia and striking her warm, wet
pink flesh beneath.
“That was just a warm up, I haven’t really started yet. Now, if you can’t control
yourself better than that I will have to gag you. Do you want that?”
Hannah had no idea what a gag would mean, but she figured it would not be pleasant
so she shook her head vigorously from side to side and did her best to brace herself for
the next stroke.
The flogger cut again right over her exposed sex, three of the strands cutting again
between her fiery labia. This time Hannah tried hard not to scream, muffling the pain as
she grunted loudly.
Then Dawson flicked the strands of rubber that protruded from the handle of the
flogger over the insides of her thighs, swinging freely from side to side as each
successive stroke cut into the covering of wax, marking her inner legs where the rubber
strands harshly caressed her exposed flesh.
With each successive stroke of the instrument of torture, Hannah groaned and screwed
up her eyes with the pain. Tears welled up as the pain increased and soon her eyes were
brimming as the tears started to dribble downwards to her forehead.
“Oh God, please stop!” She cried out after ten strokes. “It is just so painful.”
“I know it is,” the voice hissed back at her from behind the mask. “Perhaps the pain
will help you learn your lesson.”
“But what, ouch, lesson have I, ouch, got to learn, ouch?” She grimaced as Dawson
landed three more swishing strokes right at the point where her legs and sex met.
“Lesson one; you have to learn not to lie. Lesson two; you have to show respect for
other people. Lesson three; you have to learn to listen to other people. Lesson four; you
have to learn to be fair with other people. Lesson five, and this will be the hardest one
of all for you to learn; you are going to come up with a game plan for making reparations
to everyone you have treated badly or lied about over the past few years. Then you are
going to start to put that game plan into action and you will be monitored on a regular
basis and if you fail to see the plan through, then you will be coming back to me for
another much more painful session.”
“Shit,” Hannah gasped as the flogger continued to whip across her inner thighs.
“Okay,” hissed Dawson after another half dozen strokes directly on her red, puffy
sex, “time to give you a rest and time to think things over. I’m going to start lowering
the bar, so get ready or you will break your neck.”
Hannah felt the winch start to lower her to the ground, so she placed her hands firmly on
the floor and crawled away instinctively as her legs were lowered, so she ended up with
her breasts squashed against the cool stone floor.
“Hands behind your back,” Dawson ordered and when Hannah delayed, he grabbed her
right arm and pulled it up behind her back. “Better learn to do what you’re told unless
you want a damn good caning,” he hissed, as he lashed the rope tightly round her wrist.
Then he grabbed her other arm and pulled it into position so he could lash both wrists
together.
“That should hold you, so you can’t try anything on until I have you in the keep
room.”
Then, Dawson released her legs from the spreader bar and hauled her to her feet.
Without another word, Dawson steered the bemused woman to the door at the far end of
the dungeon.
“This is where you will live until I’m through with you. I’ll bring you some food
later for after we have had the next session. Until then, you can lie on the couch and
reflect. The door will be locked when I leave. You’ve got everything you need in here.”
Holding the rope he had lashed round her wrists, Dawson pulled on the free end,
slipping the knot and at the same time he pushed her into the cell, banging the door
behind her and locking it.
“When I come back you will be ordered to assume a spread-eagle position on the floor
of your cell. Make sure you do as you’re told or you won’t get any food tonight.”
With that, Dawson was gone and Hannah heard the door at the other end of the dungeon
close a few moments later. She was naked, alone, with a raging hot, whipped, cunt and a
small wattage bulb hanging from the ceiling, providing just enough light for her to see.
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