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Hoodwinked: A Submissive's Awakening!
(Rachel Roberts)

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.