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Awakening 2
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Awakening 2 The swift slap on her cunt made her yelp. She tried to close her legs — and failed miserably. The spacer-bar linked to the ankle-cuffs ensured she was always open to him. As he beat her cunt she bit her lip. The harsh metallic taste of iron filled her mouth. Her cunt lips throbbed. She could feel the pulsating throb of her swollen purple-pink lips and the heat from his slaps. He came closer. She was thankful for the brief respite. Rough, calloused fingers pushed up inside her soaking wet cunt. They found no resistance in her slippery-wet cunt. He probed and pressed the ribbed inner surface. She shivered and moaned as he found her hot spots. She trembled as his thumb and finger squeezed her pink round clit. He wanked it like a tiny cock. She almost came. Her natural lubrication flowed. She could smell the<b> fragrance </font></b>of her cunt spread and fill the room. It was a smell she loved — always had done since her first fumbling attempts at masturbation. She wondered. And he answered. Fingers smeared with cunt juice were rubbed over her face. Her lips were forced apart and his fingers thrust in. She tried to turn her head. He slapped her face. A hard stinging slap that would raise a bruise on her high cheekbone. His fingers were inside her mouth again — refreshed with more of her honey. She sucked and gobbled like a baby at a nipple. She loved sweet and sour taste of her cunt. Once again, she hated herself for her weakness. His lips ground against hers. He took her mouth. His long, thick tongue savaged her mouth. There was no gentleness as he stabbed her so deep she struggled for breath. He made her tongue his own, twisting the weak pink creature to his needs. Before releasing her, he bit her tongue. The taste of iron filled her once more. “,” he growled. She almost said, “Yes,” in agreement. She shook her head and gave him what she hoped was a defiant look. He laughed. She felt like a puppy trying to be a big bad dog. She was almost grateful when he tightened the black leather collar around her neck. The chain from the o-ring snapped into a link in an overhead beam. At least now she would not fall over, although she might faint and hang herself. Sharp slaps on her soft ass cheeks told her that he was not finished with her. She shuddered under the heavy-handed onslaught. How long could he keep this up? Surely his hands must hurt. The whip — a cat-o-nine tails — answered her question. She cried out as she felt her ass and back flogged. She imagined the long thin red lash marks and wondered if her flesh was broken. Was she imagining the trickle of blood. She flinched when he directed the whip to her sensitive inner thighs. The knotted ends of the tails left ugly bruises. Feet padded around her and he stood before her, whip in hand. Yet all she could focus on was his thickly veined hard cock and his big balls. Both were smoothly shaved, making them appear even larger. She wanted them — wanted to kneel in her pool of now cold pee and take the big purple head in her mouth — wanted to lick his balls and capture them in her mouth — wanted to lick his ass and probe his hole. Oh god, where did that last thought come from? He stood close to her. She smelled his smoky eau-de-cologne mixed with sweat. She felt his cock rubbing against her smooth, waxed cunt mound. It was warm and pulsated against her flesh. She felt the hard shaft slide under her cunt. Its thickness rubbed along her crack as he rocked back and forward — teasing her. He stood back and she could see her cunt milk on his shaft. It glistened, mocking her. The whip was raised. If she could cower she would have, but there was no hiding, no escape for her. He started with her big tits. That was not so bad. They already hurt from his hands. Now the whip lashed them. She quailed as her erect, button-sized nipples were cruelly attacked. Her belly recoiled as he changed target. Hers was not a flat belly, there were some foods she just could not resist. She thought of it as pleasantly curved. Now it quivered under the cat. She tried to brace herself for what was inevitable — breathed deeply, hoping to calm the millions of nerve cells that were exploding causing her an exquisite pain. The cat flayed her cunt. Its tails reached between her thighs and into her cunt. She felt her pearl-shaped clit lashed over and over. How did he manage to get that sharp a focus? Her clit screamed — but for more. She felt her thighs spread as far as they could. Why? Why did she want more pain? The whipping stopped. She slumped as far as she could. Her body burned with pain. It was on fire with desire. She wanted to cum… needed to cum. “You fucking bastard,” she croaked. A set of casters rolled over the wooden floor. A tall mirror was pushed in front of her. She gasped at the unrecognizable body covered in angry red weals. Already some of the red was turning to blue — she would soon be a mass multicolored bruises. She looked upon herself and was shocked… shocked that she liked what she saw… liked the pain that roared through her body. You will feel pain and pleasure. Accept both on your knees. |
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