CHAPTER ONE

 

The soft silky waist-cincher had a brutal leather punishing confinement as it squeezed in the supple waistline of the equally brutal and punishing Madam DeSade. The upper part of the garment exposed a portion of her rounded melon breasts, with the peach pit nipples poking forth. The imperious reddish-blonde dominatrix held a coiled bullwhip in one gloved hand. As she walked along the cobblestone pathway in the deep pit of the dungeon, she kept flicking the coiled whip against the knee high laced up leather boots. The skyscraper heels echoed with the same flogging intensity of the whip.

"Oh, please ... please ..." the soft whimper came from a lovely brunette girl, flesh naked, with her enormous pear-shaped breasts helpless in bondage as her wrists were fettered behind the small of her back. She was sobbing. Each sob provoked a tremulous wrench that went shooting through her naked loins. Her smooth columnar thighs glistened as they mashed together. Her pudenda, shaped like that of a raised egg, parted to expose the cleft of her nodule-like clitoris.

"Please ... don't punish me ..."

Madam DeSade grinned, then she reached the torture room.

"I'll flog and whip you until you learn how to grovel at my feet, you little slave! You'll learn that cruelty is a punishment that becomes an art in the woman's power."

The cruel blonde she-master seized the girl and pushed her onto the cold floor. She laughed when the brunette's breasts bounced around like a pair of rubber balls. "Now ... you'll soon be begging me, willing to lick and suck my feet, to stick your haughty tongue wherever I so direct, if only to be spared further punishment ..."

The brunette sobbed as the cold pavement assailed her naked buttock cheeks. She felt a shaft of the most embarrassing sensations when her parted cheeks exposed the dividing gorge and the forbidden orifice. She almost swooned to feel the thick chains being shackled around her wrists. Cold chains then clanked in the dank dungeon as the grinning Madam DeSade then snapped them around the sobbing girl's thighs and locked them to floor-embedded iron spokes.

"Now ... you are going to beg me for mercy!"

The brunette screamed. Her pitiful date-brown eyes looked wild. Her bee-stung lips opened wide. Her pink tongue darted out. She sucked in her breath. Her big breasts rolled. She could feel a simultaneous shudder that extended right down to her crotch. Her labia majora parted. The enormous wet wall entranceway glistened as if it had been moistened by a loving wet mouth and wet tongue. Her clitoris was throbbing with a jungle tom tom. She could hardly control her warped libidinal impulse.

"NO!!! DON'T WHIP ME! DON'T USE THAT WHIP! NO!!!" She screamed as she saw the cruel Madam raise aloft the coiled bullwhip. The Madam's breasts rolled and threatened to jump free from their confinement. The lip-stick red nipples poked through the sheer silky-leather bodice. The enormous deep dividing line was like that of a crease on a mountain of whipped cream. She breathed heavily.

"You'll beg me, you rotten little tramp!"

The coiled bullwhip went slashing across the milky white upper nakedness of the brunette. THWACK! SPLATTER! WHACK!

The brunette screamed. She bucked and bolted against her chain thongs. Again and again the knife sharp bullwhip slashed into her flesh.

"Oh, it hurts! It hurts! Oh Mercy! Please, oh please!" She felt the sharp slashes against her delicate flesh as if they were razor slices. "Oh, I can't stand it! I beg you! Oh mercy, mercy..."