Joe dropped the two whips he'd been holding, then spread her pussy lips with one hand,
drawing them upward at the same time. Now he could clearly see the aroused state of her
clit. It's protecting sheath was pulled back, so swollen was it, like a miniature cock
rising from her cunt. He stroked it, a single time, running from the base to the tip,
tickled it there, continued to tickle it, and then, without warning, set his middle finger
against his thumb and flicked it as hard as he could.
"Oh God, oh God, no, please."
"What's the matter? Don't you like that?"
She was gripped by the aftershocks rippling up from her cunt out through the rest of her
body.
Back to stroking, tickling, dipping his fingers into the depths of her cunt to coat them
in her oils, then back to her clit again.
"I'll bet you like this a lot better, don't you?"
Through her ragged breathing she managed to say, "Yes, sir, I do. Very much."
"Which do you think you deserve more? This?" as he lightly stroked her, "Or this?"
Another harsh flick.
No pleas from her this time, no begging; only a deep guttural groan rising from the the
innermost parts of her body and soul.
Stroking again. Fingers into her cunt—one, two, three; spreading them, stretching her,
and then back out once more, all of the tips drifting over the ravaged center of her
pleasure.
He squeezed, pushed, pulled, twisted… and then yet another flick.
She gave out a jagged screech, scarcely human in its ferocious intensity.
Another flick.
Another anguished cry.
Harder.
Her moans were ongoing now.
He kept it up, launching the tip of his finger like a bullet again and again over the
exposed tip, then along the outline of the clit shaft.
Her screams turned to shrieks. She bucked in the leather straps, she strained at the
wrist cuffs, she shook, she twisted, she tried to close her legs again but Joe pried them
apart.
"Keep them open," he demanded.
And then it continued, unrelenting for another minute, sixty seconds of seamless,
nonstop hot sensation. It had ceased to be pain, for she was clearly aroused.
Then Mallory touched his shoulder. "Here, try this," he said handing Joe the leather
strap. Joe had forgotten about it, but now he held the strap up to her wet cunt. It was a
perfect fit, wide enough to cover her clit and her exposed, opened cunt, narrow enough to
focus each stroke for maximum effect.
"Raise her up a little more," he said. When her pussy was just about even with his
forehead he signaled Derek to stop. The angle was perfect. He could use overhand strokes,
connecting with her cunt at the moment of peak energy, just as his arm began its descent.
"Please, I've learned my lesson," she gasped. "No more. Please… no more."
Joe turned to Mallory for guidance. Mallory shrugged. Your call.
Joe said to her, "This isn't about you learning a lesson, cunt. Not any more."
And he swung the strap.
His aim was perfect. The leather surface connected to her open cunt with a wet splat.
Her body spasmed, not once, not twice, but several times, as though he'd shot her with a
taser. Her scream was long, loud and seemed never to end.
"I don't care if you never learn your lesson."
He swung the strap again. Again he savaged the most intimate part of her body.
"This is about me. And that's all."
He swung a third time, hitting her clit perfectly. Joe was on fire. The beast within was
firmly in control. He swung the strap another time, this stroke farther away from her so
that less of the strap made contact. This focused the energy into a much smaller area, one
that now tore across the exposed pink flesh. He didn't know what it would be like to have
electrodes hooked up to the genitals and a full current run through them, but he couldn't
see how the reaction would be any more intense than what her body was doing right now. She
pulled against the support beam, her legs came together as far as was possible as she
tried to protect herself, and the scream coming from her guts seemed to turn her inside
out.
"Open," Joe said. No, he didn't say it. He commanded it. "Open, I said." He stung her
thighs with the strap until she obeyed.
"This is for trying to hide your cunt."
He gave her another stroke. And another and another in rapid succession.
He wanted to destroy her. He wanted to rip her apart with the leather. He wanted to make
up for every worthless day he'd spent with that worthless bitch he'd so laughingly called
a wife. God damn it, he wanted to get even.
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