Taken away from the balcony and the skin tingling elements, the sliding door closed behind
and Jacky soon found herself manipulated to the foot of the bed. She could feel the duvets
warm edges at the back of her knees as she waited for the next unspoken command. In awe of
what was happening, Jacky’s only intentions were to obey.
She didn’t need to wait long. Pushed, pulled, cajoled and manipulated, the young tightly
bound girl found herself standing on the bed. Told to kneel down, Jacky’s knees folded and
she slumped to the soft mattress and unable to draw her ankles close, the only way to find
any degree of comfort was to pull her knees wide apart. She felt more rope pushed under a
shin, wrap around her thigh and back to her shin. Rosalynn worked quickly and silently.
She knew that the cold and the wind from the balcony would have a sobering effect on her
young captive and didn’t want her to suddenly start resisting, not yet.
Wrapped tightly five times, binding upper and lower leg together, on a very short leash
that would prevent any attempt for the leg to close, it was secured at the thick waist
band and looped toward the other leg. Within minutes, Jacky’s legs were bound, incapable
of any movement, only her hips, waist, head and feet retained any semblance of freedom.
So, when tipped forward, Jacky’s forehead wrested on the bed and her ass stuck high in the
air, displaying fully her virginal anus between flared and spread bum cheeks and a pussy
already aching to be touched again. The feeling of complete subservient vulnerability, the
knowledge that she was at the whim and mercy of another was absolute, terrifying and
irresistibly overwhelming. Juices oozed from her pussy in response, saturating the area
between her legs.
Wincing in surprise, Jacky’s exhale was painful, sharp, but not nearly as much as the
strong throb that bit deeply into her backside from the leather strap. Targeted
repeatedly, Jacky’s ass quickly glowed, burning from penetrating whelps forming on her
skin. At the exact moment when she was convinced she could take no more the butchering
strap was replaced with something so smooth, so delicate that at any other time she was
sure she would burst into a fit of uncontrollable giggles. It tickled and calmed scorched
flesh, reminding her of a make-up brush Jacky used to use when she was much younger and
first explored her body and sensuality. The thick, incredibly soft bristles made her gasp,
moaning into the duvet, desperate for the torture to end, to be replaced with something
harder, something much more penetrating.
It came. Jacky didn’t hear it at first. A slight buzzing noise filled the room and made
her yelp from the intensity when, with exacting precision, it touch her clitoris. Hands
desperate to hold onto something clenched tightly behind her back. The vibrations were
relentless. The plastic phallus didn’t move, not giving any rest from the attack on her
besieged clitoris. It took no more than thirty seconds of mind numbing ferocity for that
clitoris to suddenly explode, throbbing in painful spasms, causing Jacky’s fleshy ass to
wobble and her hips move up and down quickly, grinding hard on the dildo.
Jacky had never even thought about it before, fully believing that this sort of thing
belonged to the sanctity of gay men. She howled so much that Rosalynn quickly placed a
pillow under Jacky’s face. It worked. Jacky’s grunts drowned within the soft material
while the vibrating phallus buzzed, doing its incredible work, inserted deeply inside
Jacky’s anus.
“Please!” She begged. “It’s too much!”
The response was immediate.
Jacky screamed into the pillow. A new whelp formed across her backside. The need to use
her hands for protection made her feel hopeless, useless against Rosalynn’s increasingly
hardened and determined blows, which now came thick and fast. Every soft part of her body
received sickening whacks, especially the inner most parts of her thighs. They were the
worst. The pain sickened her stomach, sending dizzying, mind-numbing starbursts to a mind
that could not comprehend how it was that she could actually enjoy this. Occasionally, the
combination of her tight anus and the vibrations from the imbedded phallus caused it to
work loose, slowly making its way out. Each time, Rosalynn waited until it was almost free
before forcefully pushing it back inside. Jacky felt violated, abused, used as a
centrepiece for nothing other than pure torture.
Rosalynn was far from finished.
Pulling Jacky up and then over onto her back, Jacky’s lower legs remained rooted to the
bed, tucked harmlessly beneath her. It felt incredibly uncomfortable, with the vibrator
still trapped inside her ass and arms tucked away behind her back.
Jacky tried to speak, but even before the first word came out, the leather belt struck.
Jacky’s labia seemed to ripple from the attack, her flesh instantly turning red. She felt
Rosalynn’s soft skin rubbing, touching gently at her face. Malleable, sweetly smelling and
sticky skin touched her nose. Behind her mask, Jacky’s eyes closed, surrendering to a
single thought that raced through her head.
“I’m not a lesbian!”
Jacky’s tongue tentatively pushed out. Flesh yielded, instantly separating. Rosalynn’s
hips pushed down feeling the young girls lips open and then close, trapping a loose fold
of labia between teeth and then suck it into her mouth. Rosalynn smiled. The girl, like
Craig, was a natural born pussy licker.
Before pummelling the girls’ clitoris with her own tongue, Rosalynn had one more
introduction to make. She was sure that by the time she was finished, this young, sweet
and incredibly naive girl would be just as addicted to BDSM as she was. She was about the
same age as Jacky when she was introduced to the art, but he wasn’t anywhere near as
gentle or considerate as Rosalynn is now.
In her early twenties, Rosalynn became besotted with a drummer in an up and coming rock
band. She followed him everywhere and in sheer desperation, promised to do anything he
asked. She had no idea what was coming. Tied naked, she was suspended from the roof of the
bands tour bus. The six members of the band used her morning, noon and night and often
together, for almost a week, before tossing her out, naked, deserted on a remote country
road miles from anywhere.
Wondering the road, not knowing where to go, she was picked up by a passing Hells Angels
chapter. Those guys really knew how to administer pain, but surprisingly they were more
humane and more into torture as an art than the rock band, who were just a bunch of
amateurs by comparison. Rosalynn learned to love pain and it wasn’t long before fucking
just one man at a time didn’t do it for her. After a few years, she decided to leave and
finish her education, although she still meets up with her old friends once a year in a
remote location, for the best gangbang in the world.
The first time this was done to her, she thought she would pass out. This final test
would determine if Jacky was as much a natural S & M freak as she was. Opening a small and
innocent looking tin box, Rosalynn continued to grind her pussy into Jacky’s face and took
what looked like a ‘D’ shaped safety pin. She opened it. Leaning forward, she took a tight
grip of a flexible labia and pinched it tight between finger a thumb. The ultra sharp
needle easily penetrated Jacky’s flesh and hooked back out, almost half an inch away from
the entry point. Rosalynn closed the pin. Jacky squirmed beneath her, gasping into her
pussy. She pushed down harder on her face and noticing, forced the dildo back inside
Jacky’s now permanently expanded anus. Three perfectly placed pins on one side, matched
equally by three on the other had Jacky reeling in agony, but six short strings tied
neatly to each pin and then pulled hard, three in one direction and three in the other,
produced a string of profanity straight into Rosalynn’s pussy.
Stretching Jacky’s labia as wide apart as she could, there was only one target, just one
objective, the unrelenting and merciless abuse of Jacky’s clitoris. It took just ten
seconds from Rosalynn’s flicking tongue, before that tiny, angry clitoris throbbed,
pulsing in pain. Jacky’s response, her only response was to eat and bite and lick and suck
as much pussy as her restrictive movements would allow. Rosalynn knew then that her new
apprentice would, sooner or later, be back for more.
In no hurry, Rosalynn took her time, playing with the writhing body beneath her. She was
not going to stop, no matter how much this young thing begged until she came and Rosalynn
liked to hold out on her orgasm for as long as possible.
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