The whip cracked hard against her side. She flinched and shuddered, cringing away
from the blow, but set her jaw and refused to cry out. She had already sobbed and pleaded
during the last few hours, crying and begging for mercy; it gained her nothing but cruel
verbal taunts in the form of false mocking sympathy and cursive abuse, in addition to the
beating. Her captor was pitiless, he would show her no mercy, he would do with her just
exactly as he pleased, she thought, as the whip came down across her shoulders, raising
yet another welt.
The man had caught her as she walked in the back door of her lovely two story home,
knocking the groceries from her hands, pinning her arms cruelly behind her back and
slipping plastic wrist restraints on her before she had even had a chance to comprehend
what was happening to her. Wrapping an arm tight across her throat, he warned her against
struggling and then dragged her quickly, her high heeled black pumps dragging deep furrows
into her richly piled 30.95 a square foot mullioned carpet, into the bedroom; which he
clearly had spent time preparing while he waited impatiently for his victim to return.
The covers had been stripped off the king-sized four-poster bed, leaving only a bed
sheet. More depressing, a leather hospital style restraint had been attached to each post.
Candles, she had noted as he threw her roughly down across the bed, had been lit and
placed in profusion on the dresser and bedside tables. With the pressure gone from across
her throat, she had turned her head and opened her mouth, but before she could say a word
he snatched a waiting ball gag from the foot of the bed and grabbed her roughly by the
hair, forcing her mouth wide and stuffing it in before strapping it deeply in place,
silencing intelligible speech. Her captor forced her face down on the bed, then slowly
almost teasingly, slid her knee length purple skirt off; tossing it aside before repeating
the act with first her unexciting white cotton panties, and then her black nylons. When
she was naked from the waist down he took one of her feet and brought it towards the
bedpost. She had lain still as he buckled the restraint tightly around her ankle, not
wanting to antagonize him, but he said nothing about her cooperative behavior as he spread
her other leg and restrained it to the other post; leaving her with her hands pinned
impotently behind her back with her legs spread wide and firmly attached to her own bed.
Next he had climbed atop her, straddling her hips and placing one hand on her
shoulder to push her flat, he began to work her short summer jacket off and she wiggled a
little, trying to make it easy for him, then when he had the garment bunched around her
restrained wrists he followed it with her shirt and then finally her bra; leaving all
three items bunched around her hands. His next act was ingenious, pulling another plastic
tie from his back pocket he slipped it around her nude arms just beneath the elbows and
pulled it tight, giving her no effective chance to resist as he pulled out a sharp looking
knife and cut her wrists loose. The clothing came off and was tossed aside, leaving her
naked and he touched the knife almost gently against the side of her neck, a steel caress
as he warned her not to try something stupid in a steely voice; telling her that she was
completely helpless and utterly at his mercy. She believed him easily, giving a little
shudder and a small nod to show she understood, she had cooperated completely as he freed
her arms before quickly tying her wrists to the other two bedposts, leaving her abjectly
spread eagle and naked across her own bed.
That had been when he finally climbed off her and picked up the whip he had left on
the dresser; what had followed was an unbelievably harsh beating, the torture was slow,
considered, meticulous, designed for maximum effect. The whip and a wooden rod
interspersed with a few minutes here and there of burning hot wax from the candles while
he worked her over methodically, leaving absolutely no room for her to hold herself back,
keep herself in, force herself to stillness and enduring stolidity. At some point he had
removed the gag just to better hear her while she cried, at about the time in fact that he
spent a good solid hour working over just her buttocks with the wooden rod; leaving her
ass with a deep dull throbbing she knew she’d be feeling for some time. But he hadn’t
neglected any part of her exposed flesh, oh no, not he, the maleficent bastard, giving
time to her shoulders and sides as well as her inner thighs and lower legs.
Now, a good six hours later she ached all over, a deep fervid pain starting at her
shoulders and went all the way down to the soles of her feet, which had also received
attention from the wooden rod; but the worst pain of all was her poor bum. Unbelievable
pain shot through her when he so much as brushed his palm across it, and he usually did
more then brush, he gripped and squeezed, slapped and pinched, laughing softly as she
groaned in pain, refusing to invite the verbal taunts she had learned she would receive if
she begged.
She felt another blow lick the inside of her thigh, partially deflected off metal and
she shuddered as she recalled what else he had done to her; the pair of sharp metal clamps
he had shown her with a smile on his face, before urging her to raise her hips with his
free hand. The clamps, metal, sharp edged and looking strong enough to hold hundreds of
pages together, had gone over her labia pinching it painfully shut, then a third clamp,
much smaller, went into her belly button before he had joined all three with a single
strand of metal chain. Pulling them taut so a sharp ache spread through her belly with the
slightest movement,and she had moaned, making him chuckle; the pressure on her vagina was
beginning to drive her absurdly crazy.
A moment passed without a blow and then another before she heard the whip drop
softly to the floor, she tensed wondering if he would change to the rod or go back to the
candles next, but she felt him climb up on the bed and she turned her head as far as she
could to watch the man as he knelt between her forcibly spread and fettered thighs. The
pain had long ago taken her full attention, she hadn’t realized he’d stripped and wondered
how long he’d been beating her while himself naked, his rampant manhood exposed to the
warm caress of the air. He knelt now above and behind her, between her wide spread legs,
and despite her vagina being clamped shut she knew it was time to get fucked. He met her
gaze with a malicious smile, grin broadening as he saw the comprehension in her limpid
eyes; she turned her head away and dropped her face into the pillow he had oh so
thoughtfully given her after the first hour or so, hiding herself from his praying gaze.
She ground her mouth against the soft cotton, knowing it would hurt but she couldn’t help
stiffening, raising her head and lowing like a cow in agony as he grabbed her darkly
bruised cheeks in his two strong hands and pulled them wide apart. He chuckled as a long
quiet whistling noise came from her rear, and she couldn’t help feeling embarrassment as
she farted.
“Excuse yourself slave,” he said mockingly.
He had renamed her Bitch Slave during the beating, during one of the tirades of
verbal abuse.
“I’m sorry master, please forgive me,” she answered, playing along.
He smiled and shifted a little, positioning himself. She realized he wasn’t going
to use a condom, he wasn’t going to use lube either, he was going to use pure brute
strength to force himself inside her anus which would, of course, be so much tighter then
her closed vagina and thus cause him that much more pleasure.
“Relax slave, it will hurt more if you tense,” he whispered maliciously in her
ear.
She tried to obey his advice, concentrating on relaxing the inner muscles that
would rip and tear if they were tight when he drove himself in. It worked a little, and he
saw it or perhaps felt it in his grip on her cheeks; he drove himself in instantly, a long
deep thrust that left her screaming against the pillow. She lay in her bonds sobbing hard
as he rode her.
He drove all amazing eight inches of his hard pulsing shaft into her tight
sphincter but he had spent hours in what he considered foreplay, now she felt the thrusts
deep in her belly, exactly three of them before she felt the wet stickiness deep inside
her as he spurted with a groan. Deep stuttering bursts filled her as he thrust twice more
before collapsing atop her. She heard his harsh breathing, felt his breath stir her hair
as he lay on her quietly for a moment, then he slowly, exhaustedly thrust once more and
she felt another hot spurt fill her before he withdrew and rolled off, lying beside her on
the bed breathing harshly.
She cried into the pillow, filled with pain as she felt her sphincter pumping,
forcing the foreign fluid from her rear-end where it pooled tackily against the underside
of her thighs and dripped onto the sheet. The man, having gotten his rocks off seemed
content; he lifted a hand and placed his palm flat on her back, his breathing slowing to a
more normal rhythm. The last few hours of her life had been hard, filled with pain and
humiliation as her captor tortured and abused her, but she knew it was over now, he was
done. As he stroked his hand up and down her spine the force of her crying slowed, the
pain was still there but she felt warm and safe; he would do whatever else he felt like
doing and then he would release her she knew. She couldn’t help stiffening and giving a
sharp cry as his hand slipped past the base of her spine down to the center of her right
cheek, which he pinched.
She turned her head and looked at him sharply, his face was shadowed, the sun had
gone down hours ago and the only light came from twenty or so candles scattered around the
room, but she could see his self-satisfied smile as he squeezed her again, hard. She
stiffened and groaned, her ass ached; she met his gaze squarely, looking deep into her
captor’s eyes.
“Master enough, please don’t hurt me anymore.”
He chuckled as he slipped his hand off her ass; a minute later the last of the
buckles were undone and she was free. She twisted beneath him as he came back down on top
of her, burying her beneath the hot sweaty weight of his body. Wrapping her arms around
his neck she nuzzled her face into his shoulder, lifting her hips to keep her badly
bruised bottom off the bed as she hooked her ankles around his thighs.
“My god how I love you,” she murmured, and she heard him chuckle again.
“No no slave,” he admonished. “Master’s more than good enough, I’m not quite that
conceited.”
She couldn’t help but laugh softly into his shoulder, her melodious honeyed mirth
filing the privacy of the bedroom with its rich warmth. They lay together quietly for a
minute, then she remembered the clamps and what they had been doing to her for hours.
Before she said anything though her eyes instinctively sought the clock, the digital alarm
clock squatted patiently amidst sputtering candles and she saw the time.
“I can’t believe it, it’s after ten. I got home at three.”
“Mmm, I know.”
“Seven hours, I can’t comprehend the kind of control that took,” she exclaimed,
imagining his hard throbbing inside her.
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