CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Back in the Leisure Club, William was continuing to put Tina through her paces.
"No. Please. Don't. I'm sorry. I won't do it again," Tina pleaded. She hadn't expected a whip that would tear her beautiful skin. "Don't hurt me," she whimpered in the knowledge that her pleas were useless. Tears formed in her eyes before she felt the first lash.
"Listen to the mewling of the pitiful bitch." William said to the two attendants.
His eyes glinted with pleasure, as William watched Tina's tears brimming in her eyes seeing her hanging before him awaiting his enjoyment. The whip traced along the upper surface of her thrusting breasts and then, as the caress of the implement reached her nipples pulled the switch across to poke into the stretched milky white surface of side of her tits. Laying the length of the implement across her smooth and yielding belly-flesh, he traced the thin switch across the slight concave indentation of her bellybutton and continued with it's trailing point of agony down across lower belly to the contoured muscles of her straining thighs.
Moving around to the back of the frame, William tapped the leather against the top of Tina's arse cheeks, and then proceeded to pass the thin length of torment over the summit of her globes to where the soft ultra sensitive flesh of the under-curve of her buttocks met the top of her thighs, tapping the whip against the tender flesh.
"That flesh will soon bear the pretty pattern of pain from neck to knee slut and will teach you that, in future, you will learn to obey your Master." William informed the tethered figure.
Pulling the length of tormenting leather away from the straining figure of Tina, William brought it swiftly down, so that it bit into her squirming back muscle halfway up her back, and it swiped, curling around her torso to cut into the soft outer surface of her breast. He repeated the stroke with a backhand slash to mark the flesh of her other breast, and then he continued to lace the whip across her back until it was painted from waist to shoulders with thirty stinging welts of torment.
"Will you now do as I order, woman or do I need to acquaint the whip to your tender tits before you learn?" William questioned Tina.
Tina hung her head downward as he questioned her. Anything, she would do anything to avoid being whipped again. "Yes," she began feebly, "I will do what you have ordered me to do." In her suffering she had even forgotten what he had demanded of her. It didn't make any difference. He never gave her any real choice anyway.
On seeing Tina sobbing, her tears flowing down her cheeks like a torrent of water, William was determined to make the girl suffer the humiliation of her capitulation.
"So, you will agree to do as I order?" William responded to Tina's weak voiced agreement. "Very well, I will release you from your bonds and, as an extra requirement, after using your fingers to masturbate your clit and licking them clean, you will then kneel before me, cupping your breasts in your hands and repeat the following offering:
`Your slave awaits your pleasure, her mouth, her tits, her cunt and her arse are for your use, Master.'
After repeating that phrase, you will get down on your hands and knees facing away from me, legs well open, and using your hands spread the cheeks of your arse for my inspection. You will insert the index finger of your right hand into your fundament up to the final knuckle and, after receiving my permission to remove it, you will hold open your buttocks so that I may inspect the brown rosebud of your anus."
William then released Tina from the frame and returned to his seat. His instructions were deliberately designed to make the slave girl show abject and demeaning subjugation to his will.
"Carry on with my order, girl." An impassive William instructed Tina. "Remember that those soft tits of yours will suffer if you delay in displaying your attributes for my pleasure."
Tina had collapsed upon her release and she slowly picked herself up and took a kneeling position before her tormentor. Her entire body ached and it was all she could do to bring herself upright. She could not bear to look at her sadistic tormentor, or the other two men forming an audience for her humiliation.
She felt ashamed and degraded by the term slave and what he was demanding of her. It was bad enough doing if for this teenage monster, but in front of Julie and the attendants only heaped more degradation upon her.
But she needed to get past that or she would find herself being whipped across her breasts or, even worse being subjected to more degrading and merciless torture. With her eyes filled with tears, she did as William directed. She knelt upright and turned to face him. At least she wouldn't have to look at the other men.
~Concentrate on what you are about to do and forget all about who is watching~ she told her self. She slipped into a private space in her mind that would allow her to ignore the humiliation.
Slowly she traced her fingers down to the fork of her being and delicately opened the soft petals of her cunt lips, inserting her fingers into the moist cave. Feeling for her clit, she began to softly rub against the sensitive bud until she could feel the emission of her juices begin to coat her fingers. She kept her legs apart and with her left hand she spread her labia lips open for him, allowing him to see the brighter pink interior.
With her other hand, Tina began stroking her slit. Despite herself, the wetness came. She tugged on her clit and rubbed it between her fingers, her fingers alternated between playing with her nub and fucking herself. Starting with one finger and moving gradually up to three, she thought back to her last lover and how he had made her feel. Her eyes no longer saw William before her, but the young man – so virile, so dark and handsome. Her eyes fluttered and her legs grew weak as she started moaning from the pleasure welling up between her legs. She knew her breasts were heaving as well, whilst the only sound was that which her juices made as she masturbated and the moans that escaped unbidden.
She was so close . . . .
Watching Tina's heaving breast globes, William realised that she was fast approaching the point of orgasm and he could hear the slick wet sounds of her fingers as they slid in and out of her sex.
Knowing that he did not want her to achieve satisfaction and revelling in the absolute power that he held over the woman, he decided that he would prolong her torment.
"Stop, do not allow yourself to cum or you will again feel the whip!!!" William ordered.
Tina's eyes were just started to cloud over as they had a habit of doing as she approached her climax. After retreating into her secret place within her mind, she was actually looking forward to the pleasure that would follow. It would be such a relief from the pain.
His words pulled her back to reality quickly but William's timing couldn't have been worse for her. The tingling sensation between her legs was coming to life and, for a moment she considered disobeying him. But, for only a moment, the thought of a whip cutting into her tender skin was enough to cause her to stop.
Tina pulled her wet fingers from her drenched pussy and, not knowing what he wanted of her, she hung her arms limp beside her hips. She couldn't bring herself to look at him or the others. What he had made her do was too humiliating for her to bear them looking at her so she hung her head downward in her shame.
As Tina knelt before him, her hands at her sides, William saw her juices sliding down her inner thighs. He watched her heaving breasts as she resigned herself to not being able to cum and decided that he now intended to humiliate her even further and push her to the limits of self-abasement.
"Put the fingers that have just been inside your cunt, into your mouth and lick and suck them clean. When they are clean, you then have my permission to get down on your hands and knees, legs well open, spread the cheeks of your arse and stick your index finger up your arse as far as it will go." William callously ordered Tina. "And afterwards, you will then offer me your charms for my pleasure."
Tina kept her head downcast as she heard him issue his orders. "Would he never be satisfied?" She pondered. He will only want to heap humiliation upon humiliation on me, she thought. Why he wanted to debase her like this she had no idea. She could no longer hide in her secret place,…. because she was going to have to confront the fact that he was doing this to her
Realising that undue delay would result in her breasts being whipped; she removed her fingers, accompanied by a soft squelching and put them to her lips. Seeing William watching intently, she opened her mouth and after inserting the fingers, began to lick and suck them clean.
~ My God, what has become of her self-esteem, ~ Tina thought. To subjugate herself before such a wicked teenage boy, to the extent that he was in so much control that she was compelled to obey each of his sadistic and degrading demands.
After ensuring that she had obeyed his instructions to the letter, William ordered the kneeling woman, "Now show me your arse, woman."
Tina bent over and got onto her hands and knees and she spread her legs a little further apart, supported herself on one hand. Reaching behind her, she fanned her hand out and with her fingers she spread her cheeks wide. She pressed her finger against her rosebud opening and it started to go in. Luckily for her, her finger was wet with her saliva and she managed to insert it up to her second knuckle then, with great effort, she sank it to the final knuckle and waited for William's permission to remove it.
William watched Tina position herself before his gaze; he took in the cheeks of her arse lewdly spread open exposing that most private of places, her anal opening. William saw the intrusion of first the end of her finger and then watched her press harder so that it was fully embedded in her fundament.
"Very good, bitch." William commented. "You may now remove your finger."
On hearing his words, Tina pulled the digit it out, but remained on her hands and knees knowing that the bastard would now heap indignity on indignity by making her beg and offer her intimate charms for his use. She adopted a position with her face flat to the hard floor, her backside thrusting up and her knees well spread, and Tina used both hands to pull apart her buttocks to expose the crinkled entrance to her anus for William's avid inspection.
~ Power, the ultimate power to force a woman to act so humiliatingly before him on his orders, that was the power which he drank in huge draughts as he watched Tina. ~
"OK slut," William said. "You have shown me your wares, now let me hear you offering them for my use."
Tina took a kneeling position facing her tormentor. Her entire body ached and it was all she could do to bring herself upright. Slowly she cupped her breasts in her hands.
"Your . . . your . . ." she had trouble with the words until she convinced herself they had no meaning. "Your slave awaits your pleasure, her mouth, her . . . her tits, her . . .her cunt," she was stumbling over the words anyway. "and her behind are for your use . . . Master." Her lips were trembling as she repeated the hateful words.
"Arse, I said ARSE woman, not behind!!" William yelled at the kneeling Tina. "Are you so stupid that you can not repeat simple phrases that a slave girl is required to recite at any time?" William slammed the flat of his hand across Tina's face and then backhanded her another blow, knocking her head sideways.
"Then show me that arse again, woman and we'll see how you like my cock up your 'behind'." William shouted, his face breaking into a grin at his mocking use of Tina's expression.
Tina again dropped to all fours and swivelled around to display her backside to William. Dropping to his knees behind Tina's proffered bottom, William took hold of his hardened weapon in his hand, and began to rub the sensitive head across the puckered hole, whilst his other hand leaned over and gripped the nipple of one of her breasts.
"Keep that arse of yours offered to me, or I'll rip this little teat from your tit." William threatened as he began to force his swollen prick into Tina's bottom hole.
"UGGGGGGGG!!" Tina cried out as she felt him enter her anus. She shivered from the pain, closing her eyes and biting her lip. She wanted to pull away from William but the core of fear at his anger, as well as watching Julie's recent dehumanising rape in the exercise room, kept her in place.
As Tina's body shivered with the pain of William's shaft being forced into ever widening hole of her anus, he pulled back slightly and then thrust forward with a force that plunged his cock deep into her nether hole. His cock sank down her tight tunnel, boring a hole open for itself as it worked its way into her.
William felt Tina's anus tighten around his penetrating cock, as it moved deeper into her with less resistance. Then his balls were pressed against her buttocks and his weapon was fully buried inside her. His hands gripped her hips and began to squeeze and pull them towards him, seeming to try to get even deeper penetration. He slowly began to pull back and, at the same time push her away with his hands on her buttocks, sliding his male flesh down out of her back tunnel several inches, then pushing it forward again.
Working up speed, and forcing open Tina's anus as his cock slowly pumped into her, William sped up further, and then further. Soon he was hammering his cock into her rectum, his hips pounding against her buttocks, making her shake and jerk back and forth in time to his powerful thrusts.
"Yes,….yes take it take it you whore!!!…." Cried William.
Tina's cries of pain echoed off of the exercise room walls, as William speared her ruthlessly. Unable to stop them, tears began to trail down her cheeks. Each stroke and thrust tore more of her soul in shreds.
Yet, against her mental anguish, her body responded to the violation of her anus, she felt her nipples harden and peak, while her cunt began to juice up and twitch. Her clit too swelled, as blood rushed to it. ~Why had she been subjected to such abuse by the youngster? ~
William's right hand moved to cup Tina's cunt and he forced his index finger into the juicy tunnel of her sex. The finger was followed by a second. The two of them rubbed harshly in and out between her pussy-lips. His bouncing arse jiggled as he humped into her from behind, his crotch hair rasping like wire wool up into the tight, sweating cleavage between her rounded buttocks.
William's breathing became harsh pants, as he fingered and skewered the woman, his left hand pulled in hard against her stomach, pulling her back against him, forcing Tina's buttocks back against his rutting organ. Her bottom and lower back were crushed against his jiggling belly and Tina appeared to shove back into him as if he were a mattress or soft cushion whilst his cock, hard and pulsing with lust, drove high up into her guts, its pointed cock-head jabbing up into her colon like a hot iron spike.
As much as she wanted to resist the awakening urges in her body, Tina was unable to suppress them. She began rocking with William's movements, her eyes closed, breathing growing more and more ragged and her heart pounding in her chest. A deep moan built in the back of her throat, as her body began to feel the growing passion in her nether regions build and expand outwards. Her cunt's juices started flowing and coating William's fingers as they again returned to that moist cave, flexing and gripping them with each thrust.
William's fingers continued to rub back and forth across Tina's clit, grinding and sawing against the little pink bud of flesh, as they pumped in and out of her cunt tunnel. His other hand moved to cup one of her dependent breasts, squeezing and pinching it in his vice-like fingers.
Pulling his fingers from her sopping cunt, William seized a chunk of Tina's hair and forcing her head far back and twisting it towards him, his teeth bit into the side of her throat. He bit her again, this time higher, then again, higher still, just on her cheek. Then his lips closed on hers, enveloping them and cutting off her panting breaths, as his drool covered tongue pushed into her mouth and writhed around inside her oral cavity
William's shaft continued to slide up and down Tina's rectum, which was well and truly reamed out now, giving little resistance as he humped harder up against her split buttocks.
As much as Tina tried to mentally fight against the growing desire she felt at the humiliation that William wreaked upon her person, her body responded to him. She cried out and moaned her desire as she felt her body giving in to him and even her mind began to surrender to what was happening.
Releasing his possession of Tina's mouth, William leaned back and feeling the oncoming surge in his balls, he pulled Tina to him one last time. His belly smacked against the smooth flesh of her arse cheeks.
"Take it……. take it, you slut," William cried "take all of it……." As his cock erupted and forced his cum into Tina's rectum. His weapon continued to twitch and quiver as it expelled the last spurting of his spend up the cloying tunnel of her back hole.
Releasing his hold on Tina's hair and breast, William roughly shoved her away, his wilting cock withdrawing from her arse with a sucking sound as it came free of her anus.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Julie had watched with horror as William ravaged Tina, forcing his cock deep into the blonde girl's anus and erupting into her squirming arse with a cry of satisfaction and triumph. She saw with revulsion, the limp member as it slowly slipped from between Tina's buttocks leaving a trail of slimy white semen across the girl's smooth flesh.
"Use your tongue to clean me, woman." William ordered, indicating to Tina that he expected her to carry out the task. Tina reacted with ill-concealed disgust as she realised that William was expecting her to obey his instruction without delay.
~What pain awaited her if she disobeyed?? ~ Tina thought, as she turned and knelt between his thighs, her face just inches from the weapon that had just invaded her arse. Tina stared at the wilting cock, covered with the juice of William's spend and then slowly bent her head to take the slick organ into her mouth, her lips pressing against the slippery flesh. Her taste buds were assailed by the salty taste of William's essence, mixed with the earthiness of the inside of her own rectum. Luckily for her, Tina had given herself an enema about an hour earlier, so the deposits on William's cock were relatively clean. Tina could well recall the stomach wrenching experience of cleaning the shaft of another resident of Brookdale, which had been badly soiled by the excrement of another slave.
William enjoyed the sensation of Tina's soft lips and tongue cleaning his shaft and he sighed with satisfaction, as he felt her tongue licking along the surface of his shaft, her lips caressing the surface as she endeavoured to satisfy his orders to clean him.
As William gazed down on Tina's gently nodding head, he marvelled at her compliant manner and pondered the many agonies that were open for others to inflict upon her, if she had the temerity to refuse their orders. She had already been in training, but that still did not prevent them from letting her gain more experience of the power of a whip or cane lashing into her flesh.
"I've had my fill of you now, whore, so get back to your Master " William informed the despoiled figure of Tina. "Tell him that I enjoyed his hospitable use of your charms, but that I would suggest that he liven you up with a hot ginger enema."
Tina rose from her knees and made her way towards the exit of the Leisure Complex, to return to her Master with William's wicked instructions whirling through her mind.
~ Why had God decided that she should suffer in this way???…..what had she done to deserve such treatment at the hands of a teenager? ~
Even after all the torment and torture that he had put her through already, William could not resist the idea of making her suffer further.
A true sadist, for one so young in years!!!!
Julie looked on, her face showing an expression of ill-concealed disgust as she watched Tina minister to the demands of the teenager. On dismissing Tina, William noticed the expression on Julie's features and, with a voice dripping with menace he questioned the tethered girl. "What's up with you, whore? Are you jealous that Tina was getting the attention?" William laughed.
The reaction from Julie was somewhat unexpected.
"Are you satisfied now? We have obeyed you and you have shamed us both by your vile and despicable actions. You wicked nasty little bastard. You little perverted shit…. I hope that you will rot in hell for this!!!" Julie screamed, her voice shrill and piercing.
Hearing Julie's words, William instantly reacted to what was such an example of impertinence and disobedience on the part of the woman.
"I'll have no cheek from you, bitch!" William exclaimed. "You still appear to have not accepted that you are now a sexual slave in this community, but have no fear that I will break you until you readily offer that body and mind to be used for whatever purpose is required."
~ Oh my God, what have I done??? ~ Thought Julie as she realised the enormous risk she had taken speaking so brazenly. What had she done???
~ What Julie really wanted was to cut his balls off for putting them through the torment and torture, but every time she thought about resisting, she became nauseous. ~
In what turned out to be a futile attempt to redeem herself, Julie cried out to William. "Please…..please…I did not mean to say such things……It's j…..just…that my mind seemed to b…b..break!!!"
Looking across at the two attendants, William said. "Fix her on her back on that horizontal frame and we will see if she is still as stubborn, after she has felt my cock in her pussy and up her arse, while she has to take one of you down her throat."
The attendants quickly fixed Julie spread-eagled out on the frame and watched as William went and stood between Julie's widespread thighs, his rock hard shaft quivering at the entrance to her cunt. William then requested the attendants to disrobe and, when they were suitably naked he saw that they were both well-hung studs.
He instructed one of the attendants to take a tight grip on her breasts and, on his signal he was to twist and pull Julie's nipples.
"I want this slave to realise that she is here for the pleasure of others and it is her duty to ensure that pleasure." William addressed the men. "I suggest that one of you have her suck your cock, whilst I want the other to carry on twisting and pulling the bitch's tits."
As the attendant complied, William thrust his cock deep into Julie's open sex, plunging it solidly in until his hips battered against the junction of her thighs. William watched the other attendant who was forcing his powerful shaft in and out of Julie's mouth enjoying the feel of her soft lips on his spear.
Julie became weak from her fruitless struggling and she realised that more resistance would only result in more pain. When she felt William's hard erection at the entrance to her pussy, she couldn't resist any longer. In a way, she wanted him to get it over with. Then one of the attendants grabbed her tits . . . and she knew it wouldn't be long now. She sought again that private place within her mind that would divorce her from what was happening to her body.
William's intention to have some amusement from Julie was the reason for the actions of the attendant twisting Julie's breasts and, as he stood between Julie's spread thighs, his cock quivering and rock hard only inches from the entrance of her cunt, the cruel individual inserted the tip of his shaft into Julie's spread sex and, as her body reacted to the pain of her nipples being stretched and pinched, he would indulge himself by riding her pain.
Julie yelled as the man began torturing her poor tits. All her attention focused on her nipples . . . until she felt William start to enter her. She surprised herself as she tried to push against him to take more of him inside. Her body seemed to have a will of it's own. But he kept pulling back so that only the tip probed between her wet labia. The torment and frustration she felt almost overruled the pain in her nipples . . . almost. Her screams continued but fell upon deaf ears.
William continued to tease Julie with his movements and he could see how his actions were causing her to try and entice his cock into her widespread, well -lubricated cunt.
"Do you like a thick cock up you, slave?" William questioned as he proceeded to tease in and out of her clinging cunt. "Come on, wriggle that ass or I'll make it wriggle under the kiss of a cane, you idle bitch." William's pace began to quicken.
Out then in, out then in, the hard shaft spearing Julie's pussy, she felt new tears on her cheeks again, but could only just stay where she was offered open and secured for the use of William and his cohorts in torment. William continued to ram himself harder and deeper inside of her and this left her numb, her head was spinning as the thick cock of the attendant continued to saw in and out of her mouth, bruising her lips as they were crushed against her teeth.
Julie did not know she had actually done what he was demanding, she was moving her body, really trying to ease the pain of his invasive thrusts, but this in fact only adding to "His" enjoyment.
Despite herself, Julie felt the stirrings within herself ~No...you can't, can't let him make you cum Julie, can't~ she thought to herself, as William's hard cock thrust in and out of her now wet cunt. A small moan escaped Julie's throat, giving the attendant an additional caress to his thrusting cock, as she tried to act like she was only clearing her throat.
~ "Oh God, Please No..no…no…" she begged to herself, don't let him, the beast realise that her body was giving into him." ~
Meanwhile William continued to fuck Julie with a powerful action, plunging deep into the confines of her warm wet cave. As he felt his cock grow harder, William signalled to the other man to increase the severity of his breast torture, and he saw the sharp nails dig into the soft mounds and the brown buds of her nipples.
Feeling Julie's body bucking against him and hearing the girl moan, William felt great satisfaction in overcoming the slave's initial reluctance to submit. The tracks of her juices down her inner thighs gave William the evidence that he needed that she was beginning to give into the emotions of her body. As he continued to slam into her squirming, writhing flesh, his shaft was gripped by the tightening of Julie's cunt muscles, William realised that the woman's body was reacting to his onslaught. ~ What other sadistic delights he could indulge with this woman now she realised her place? ~
William watched as the attendant making use of her mouth also grasped the tender globes of her breasts. The nubs had grown stiff and erect, another example of her arousal and the pulling and pinching the nipples and the soft mounds, caused William to feel his climax rapidly approaching.
"Cum…. cum.. You randy whore…you know you can't resist me, no matter how you try!!" cried William
Sinking his hard cock into Julie's open sex, William felt the ultimate exultation of mastering a slave. His balls collided with her ass cheeks at each inward stoke and, as he withdrew, Julie's hips lifted to meet him as if to entice him back into her soft yielding cunt.
At that moment, the attendant being serviced by Julie's soft sweet mouth, pulled his pulsating shaft from between her sucking lips and, with a cry of ultimate satisfaction, sprayed his slimy thick threads cum juice over her face covering her forehead and cheeks with the slippery deposit of his spend.
Julie let out a squeal as she felt the disgusting deposit of the attendant's enjoyment cover her face and as William gripped the softness of her hips ~what else can this monster do to make me hurt! ~ Julie thought to herself with anger in her eyes.
"No" Julie screamed out as loud as her voice would allow, "No, I can't cum, will not allow it…. No…no" She was having difficulties breathing as William was ramming his cock in and out of her dripping cunt. "YOU can't make me…. no…......me...me ...CUM."
But it was too late, Julie could not control her body, it over ran her brain and she came and came and came, so very very hard. Despite her protestations, she could feel that her juices had coated her cunt walls and her widespread thighs.
Tears, falling from Julie's eyes again, she was so angry with herself, she could not believe she could not stop herself from cumming. She could feel William's hard cock pulsing inside of her tight cunt knowing that he had conquered her like no other man, he was getting off on her pain, her fear and his complete domination of her total being.
~Damned Monster of a man, you will pay for this someday….. trust me you will!…….. get off me you pig~ Julie mumbled these words under her breath.
On hearing Julie's screams of defiance, William was even more determined to overcome her resistance and, as he felt his belly and the front of his thighs coated with her love juices, he realised that Julie had an orgasm despite her efforts to resist. When he reluctantly withdrew his still rock hard shaft from her dripping cunt, he smelt the musk rising from her body.
"You have been well fucked by your Master, have you not slave?" William
questioned. "Your reluctance has been overcome, but I've a mind to make you suffer for your defiant words, maybe a pair of red hot tongs gripping that sharp tongue of yours will curb your outbursts. However, there's one more hole that I have yet to try
. ~ She hated him . . . she hated him . . ." But that didn't stop her body from reacting to his fucking. Her hips had risen to meet his thrusts as if she was trying to get more and more of him inside her. Julie no longer knew what she wanted…….. She was so confused. ~
William quickly released Julie's ankles from the frame fixtures and refastened them to a pair of chains hanging above the frame so that her bottom was level with his waist, her legs spread, her bottom cheeks open wide revealing her dripping cunt and above it, the dimpled brown rosette of her anus. With a small degree of manoeuvring, he positioned the glistening head of his weapon at the tight opening. With only the juices from Julie's own sex to lubricate the stiff shaft, he forced his stiff cock through the sphincter of her ass muscle and the rigid shaft pierced into the dark tunnel of her rectum.
"I said that I would have your arse, and now that time has come." William shouted at the helpless woman. The girth of his cock split the muscles of Julie's arse easily apart, as he forced up inside her and he proceeded to ride her. William rutted and jerked against her body, shaking and battering her naked helplessness violently and he felt the juices burn within his cock as he readied himself to pump his seed into Julie's ass. He slowed his strokes and then quickened as he savoured the sight of Julie being filled in her arse. ~ I wonder how she will react to my orders now? ~
William realised that he could not hold out much longer, notwithstanding his wish to prolong Julie's degradation and humiliation and gasped as he felt his seed expelled from the tip of his shaft and fill Julie's rectum and he savoured the feel of the conquest of her naked young body surround him.
It was this last act that finally broke her. The humiliation and pain were simply too much to bear. No one had ever taken her through that portal before and it was something she had always refused her lovers. Now her body grew limp as she surrendered to the inevitable, she no longer had any control over the most secret part of her body.
As Julie's sphincter muscle relaxed, the pain eased in her behind and her mouth grew slack as well, no longer caring. She was just a rag doll being used as they saw fit. Her will no longer mattered and, as her screams died off, only the tears remained to show she still had any feelings at all.
Pulling out his rapidly deflating cock from Julie's ass, William instructed the tethered woman to make use of her mouth to clean his weapon.
Julie listened with horror as he heard William's words. "Now you will have the opportunity to show what a good slave you have become. You will clean my cock with your tongue and lips "
William moved from between Julie's widespread legs and positioned himself standing alongside her face, noticing the tears streaming down her cheeks as he stood with his foul smeared shaft inches from her lips.
"Get on with it, woman or you'll suffer even more."
Julie didn't have an opportunity to figure it out. William was standing over her face now. She could see his weapon, covered with brown stains from her own behind. Briefly she closed her eyes to find the strength to carry out this most humiliating act. When she opened them again; she had found that secret place in her mind that told her this was someone else doing this, not her.
Julie lifted her head and, with her tongue began cleaning her filth off of him. The smell and taste were terrible, but she did not shirk for she knew there would be a penalty if she did, and she hadn't the strength for any more suffering.
Looking down at Julie, William watched as Julie's facial expression showed her reaction of distaste to his order to clean his cock of her own deposits, whilst the smell wafted upwards and invaded his own nostrils. A smile crossed William's features and his eyes watched as she raised her head and with her tongue, began to lick and clean the foulness from him.
"Make sure that you clean it properly, bitch." William said, his voice quiet but loaded with menace. He moved closer to the pinioned figure, forcing his maleness deep into Julie's mouth, not allowing her any opportunity to turn away from him.
"Come on, come on and hurry up!!! Let me feel your tongue and lips showing some real effort in cleaning off your own wastes from your Master's cock."
William could not resist the temptation to debase the woman even further by his choice of words as he continued to grind Julie's self esteem into the dust.
Such pleasures to look forward to!!! To have such a woman obeying his every command, what more could a seventeen-year old youth long for????
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
As William's session with Julie was drawing to a close, James was considering the next stage of Becca's ordeal, a thin razor strop being belted across the smooth firm flesh of her belly. ~Should he carry out the remainder of her punishment himself, or should he invite another of his fellow diners to assist? ~
"Decisions, decisions, life is so full of decisions!!!"
After reflecting on the matter for a few short moments, James summoned the maitre-de who attended together with the two waiters that had assisted with Becca's earlier ordeal. The waiters released Becca's wrist bracelets from the wall manacles and turned her to face her audience.
"Please remove her gag." James requested and the waiters quickly unfastened the leather strap holding the gag in place, so that Becca was again able to move her jaw. On James's instructions, the waiters fixed Becca's wrists to the wall manacles so that her arms were spread to the side and held about 15 inches above her shoulders, thrusting her breasts forward.
"As you can see," James addressed his fellow diners, "this slave is now well positioned to receive the remainder of her punishment. However, whilst I intend to reserve for myself the pleasure of whipping her breasts with a stiff cane, I would like one of the ladies present to give the slut 25 strokes of the razor strop over her midriff and lower abdomen."
James's gaze fell upon a woman in her early thirties named Victoria Jennings, who was sat at a table with several of her friends. She had been particularly vocal in her encouragement to Greg Shunter to 'lay it on hard' as he was whipping Becca's back. Beckoning the woman forward, James enquired if she would be willing to assist in the continuing punishment of Becca.
"Certainly," responded Victoria, who had been resident in Brookdale for several years and was employed as the Mayor's secretary. Like Greg Shunter, the Mayor's office made full use of those unfortunate creatures that had fallen foul of Brookdale's rules and regulations. At the present time, Victoria was in charge of five women with an age range of 18 to 45, who were subject to her autocratic rule that was both fickle and sadistic, so she considered herself well qualified to assist James in his punishment of Becca.
Victoria stood before Becca, her steely gaze fixed on the soft, slightly convex area of Becca's defenceless flesh that would soon be feeling the smack of the sleek well-oiled razor strop. Victoria's allowed her fingernails to trace across the yielding, as yet unmarked surface of Becca's tummy, pausing to dig her sharp nails into the springy flesh and then proceeded to pinch the area around the area of her belly button where it sat in the swell of her abdomen.
~ Victoria recalled an incident earlier that day, when she had found it necessary to administer a severe 36 stroke caning to the naked posterior of the eldest of her charges, Mrs Alison Brown. Mrs Brown, who had been widowed in her early thirties, had been driving in Brookdale with her 24 year-old daughter, Janine when she had failed to stop a red traffic signal. As a result of her negligence, damage had been caused to another vehicle that belonged Alderman Jennings, one of Brookdale's senior officials who held such power in the Township.
Mrs Brown had been found guilty at her subsequent trial and as the Alderman wished her to be available to him in a sexual capacity on a daily basis, she had been sentenced to a period of Community Service as an alternative to a spell in the County jail. However, her daughter was also found guilty of aiding and abetting her mother in the offence and was, at that moment, incarcerated in the County Jail and suffering untold misery at the hands of the Governor, Lila Betts.
The reason for her earlier caning at the hands of Victoria was that Alison had requested Alderman Jennings to defer an intimate examination of her breasts, which comprised of groping and kneading the soft mounds on the High Street, until such time as they were indoors. The Alderman did not take kindly to this refusal and had arranged for his daughter, Victoria to inflict the severe caning from which she was now suffering such pain.
Simply for failing to show respect to the Alderman, that Brown woman would certainly not be sitting comfortably at home this evening!!! ~ Thought Victoria.
"Ah, to have such a woman as Becca secured and unable to resist, yes that was pleasure indeed!!" thought Victoria.
Reaching for the strap, having watched Becca suffer what she had been through already, Victoria felt a sweet thrill of wicked anticipation run through her body as she swung the instrument of pain before Becca's downcast eyes.
"Girl, you are certainly going to feel this." Victoria informed Becca. "And as you suffer for your refusal, I hope you realise that this is only part of what being a slave in Brookdale entails."
Victoria was referring to the accepted practice within the Community that, should an Owner be willing then any of the eligible residents may request usage of a slave, and with Victoria's connections she was one resident who made full use of the facility. She was looking forward to having Becca naked and on her knees before her, as the poor woman serviced her sexual passion with those lips pressed against her intimate flesh, whilst her squirming, but reluctant tongue explored the moist cave of her cunt.
With the full force of her arm, Victoria brought the slippery black, leather razor strap slashing forward. The full force of the blow hit Becca's stomach and a weal of vivid red leapt to the surface of the smooth white flesh as the end of the strap curved over her hip to cut into the soft exposed nakedness.
Victoria, with evil delight saw the strap bite into Becca's ever so smooth skin with its wicked and painful stripe. The clientele saw he strap descend upon her soft belly, this latter stroke somewhat lower causing her abdominal to tense as they absorbed the agony of the blow. Again the strap cut deep into her soft yielding belly flesh this time hitting that soft outward curve of Becca's pussy. It was then that Victoria directed her next slashing bite to Becca's upper front thighs, raising red welts of painful agony on the flesh of the tethered woman.
Only allowing a few seconds' interval for the full effect of each application to sink in, Victoria began applied the black strap in a methodical manner which was designed to torment every sensitive nerve end in Becca's belly, covering the twitching flesh from just below her heaving breasts to the front of her upper thighs, and then down to just above her knees. She showed her expertise in administering the punishment by applying the strap with a wrist-snapping motion that would ensure it cut into the yielding tender surface in order to guarantee the maximum effect of the strap.
As the wicked red-hot pain in her belly and thighs continued to build with each new application of the strap, the shapely Becca was held helpless, whilst her sadistic torture continued. The strap continued to smash against the straining thighs and belly and Becca's flesh was soon covered in a raw and agonising glow whilst the entire surface of her belly burned red.
Watching Becca twist and squirm as she absorbed the twenty-five blows of the strap to the area of her soft belly and upper thighs, James was eagerly anticipating the enjoyment that was to come.
Becca felt as if she were in another place, watching her beating like one of the spectators in the restaurant. She was here for her Master's pleasure and she had failed him, shamefully begged for mercy only to be delivered into a worse Hell. But it was absolution and in a way, Becca felt she deserved her punishment and almost reveled in it as much as her punishers. She was pleasing her Master by accepting this further pain.
James observed the strenuous efforts of Victoria as she succeeded in beating Becca to a near senseless oblivion. As Victoria finished and stepped back it became obvious to the onlookers that Becca was attempting to speak. She gasped many times, not daring to look up at those above her station.
"M—Master. Your slave . . . wishes you to finish her punishment . . . she wishes to please you Master." Becca almost moaned the plea. With a choked sounding sob she arched her back, whimpering further in pain. Her whipped naked front was further displayed to allow her still unmarked breasts to be thrust forward in offering. She felt like a different person as she forced her throat to plead for more.
"Your slave begs you to finish her punishment yourself, Master."
~Has she been able to cause you to lose consciousness? But no,…. what was that he heard, Becca begging him to finish her punishment himself? And was she actually offering her unmarked tits by thrusting them to him, the succulent globes heaving as she gasped for breath? Well, she will have her request granted, he thought ~
James moved over to where Victoria stood in front of the spread-eagled nakedness of Becca. Victoria was perspiring slightly from her efforts with the leather strap and, after she was successful in recovering her composure, James said in the manner of someone giving a vote of thanks to an eminent speaker.
"Thank you for your efficient administration of my slave's punishment with the strap. It was a most entertaining episode, and one that will remain with those who watched for some time to come, but I suspect, not as long as I think Becca will remember your attentions!!!"
James waited to allow the meaning of his comment sink into Becca's possibly befuddled senses and then said. "As a mark of appreciation for Victoria's efforts in entertaining us, I request that all present show their thanks in the accepted fashion." With little hesitation, a round of applause broke out amongst the customers, and this was accompanied by shouts of 'Well Done' and other salutations.
As the round of applause drew to a close, James signalled a waiter to bring him a liqueur called a 'Rusty Nail' being a measure of Drambuie whisky liqueur and a measure of malt whisky mixed. In addition, he ordered a fine Cuban half Corona cigar and also requested the waiter to bring the vicious instrument that he was now going to use to decorate Becca's fine breast globes with stinging stripes of agony.
James had already organised with the Maitre-de, the type of cane that he wished to use, and the slim four feet length of leather-covered whalebone was quickly placed in his right hand.
Becca watched her Master after her request. Her eyes were wide now, as if in shock of what she herself had said. What was happening to her? She was begging for more, displaying her body in supplication. The only comfort for the restrained slave was that in a few hours time her marks would heal and the pain would be as if it had never happened.
Taking a sip from his glass and then returning it to it's place on a nearby table, James then proceeded to tuck the whalebone cane under his left arm, whilst he lit the cigar in a leisurely manner. James knew full well that the subsequent build up of tension within Becca, was matched by the eager expectations of the other customers in the restaurant. He would certainly be well respected amongst residents the community of Brookdale, after tonight's festivities had drawn to a close.
Becca's heart was thundering and she could not tear her eyes from James as he took his time in sipping his drink and lighting the cigar. She wriggled against the wall, whimpering softly as she finally lowered her eyes. Her Master was moving back towards her. Becca swallowed hard and hiccupped a tiny sob. It felt as if her entire body was on fire from her punishment. The chair no longer looked so painful.
James placed the cigar in an ashtray on the table, drawing out each unbelievable minute of the two vividly contrasting emotions of anticipation and dread and moved to the side of Becca's pinioned naked body. Placing the tip of the whalebone cane just under her chin, James proceeded to trace the cane down across the upper slopes of the soft heaving globes of Becca's breasts. On reaching her nipples, James tapped the tip several times on her right nubbin, not hard but with sufficient force as to produce a reaction.
The tip of the cane was suddenly near her face and Becca raised her head as James drew a line with the point down chest. She could not help the hiss of a breath as the sharp end scraped along her skin.
The light taps startled Becca, she had thought the remainder of her punishment was about to begin but this was a tease only and tormented the slave more mentally than physically. Still she squirmed and shook her head, showing all that she was more reluctant than her pleading had displayed
The audience was then treated to the sight of the cane travelling over the lower slopes of Becca's thrusting charms. There were several gasps of admiration as James flicked the whalebone upwards, causing the fulsome mounds to jiggle slightly.
The way Becca clenched her eyes shut demonstrated further her fear of the cane as her Master tapped her breasts from underneath. The sounds of appreciation only served to humiliate her further and with a fresh whimper, Becca turned her face to her arm for a moment.
The whalebone switch slowly made its way down across Becca's glowing belly flesh, pausing to tap against the quivering naked flesh that was so exposed before James's gaze.
But it was not over yet. The tip of the cane made a new line and Becca looked forward quickly, shaking her head as James tapped the freshly punished flesh. Even these light taps aggravated her thoroughly whipped skin. The audience heard Becca's pained and frightened little sounds clearly as she twisted her body as much as the bonds allowed.
Finally, his teasing came to a halt and he moved the whalebone switch back up to Becca's lips.
"You have begged me to finish your punishment myself, slave." James said. "I will do so but, before you feel the wicked bite of its power, you will kiss the implement of your punishment and, as you do so, you will again beg for the impact and subsequent agony of the cuts, to show you how a slave behaves properly."
Becca's eyes focussed on the cane as her Master brought it back up to her face, the flinch was automatic. Her eyes flicked to James's; wide and reddened with the tears that still filled them and trickled down her cheeks. She felt further humiliation as her Master ordered her to kiss the cane while begging for her punishment. It had been easy to beg in the midst of the waves of pain flooding her from the strap, she had barely been thinking clearly. But to do so after calming, slightly, would be more difficult.
Becca stood still, her arms and legs aching from the bondage that held her securely in place and stared at the cane. It would be pure agony on the sensitive flesh of her breasts, worse than what she'd suffered so far, if that was possible. Why would she beg for such a thing? Had she not suffered enough?
But Becca knew to not do as told would only bring down further punishment. ~ The drug . . . I will heal, the pain will go. ~ She thought quickly to spur herself on. ~ It will please him if I do this. ~ She continued on, working to convince or will herself to do as ordered.
The cane hovered before her lips, waiting for her to kiss. Becca knew that seconds were turning into minutes as she hesitated nervously. With another soft noise, Becca leaned her head forward slightly and pressed her lips to the leather covered cane, kissing it gently.
"Please Master . . . your slave w—wishes her punishment finished . . . b—by you Master." Becca murmured, the words barely audible to anyone but James. Still planting soft kisses to the cane, Becca continued, sniffling now and then and keeping her eyes closed out of embarrassment. "Your slave d—desires to feel the . . . the bite of the cane by your hand Master, so she can . . . learn from it?"
Becca shivered slightly and coloured deeper as her voice left the unmistakable tone of a question to the end of her sentence. Becca lowered her head to hide her face more than anything. Loosened locks of sweat-dampened hair fell to dangled limply in front as Becca tried to keep herself from crying more in the lasting pain of her punishments.
Watching Becca's soft lips press against the unyielding leather covering of the cane and seeing the tears of pain coursing down her cheeks, some falling upon the slick smoothness of the instrument soon to be used in the punishment of her breasts, James's thoughts turned to how this woman had descended into such submissive behaviour, so naturally.
~ When he had originally agreed to meet with Becca and to take up residence in Brookdale, he had anticipated that she would take some considerable time to become accustomed to his harsh regime of ownership, but her actions to date had certainly proved him wrong. Was she really so new to the lifestyle? ~
Becca shivered slightly and coloured deeper as her voice left the unmistakable tone of a question to the end of her sentence. Becca lowered her head to hide her face more than anything. Loosened locks of sweat-dampened hair fell to dangled limply in front as Becca tried to keep herself from crying more in the lasting pain of her punishments.
James listened to Becca's request for him to personally finish her punishment by delivering the breast caning himself, and the desire for her to learn from the infliction of such pain upon her soft globes seemed heartfelt and sincere. ~ We will see how she recalls those entreaties, when the agony is coursing through her tits ~
The supple length of leather covered whalebone rose above the upper slopes of Becca's proffered breasts and James brought it down swift and cutting across the smooth skin of her thrusting breasts, the cane sinking into the softness of the globes and leaving a welt of blood red agony just above her nipples. James quickly lifted the weapon and slashed another wicked cut, the cane being sent biting into the quivering breasts to leave another stripe of pure agony across the ultra sensitive flesh.
James then elected to visit the under slope of Becca's thrusting charms and lowered the instrument of torment and then brought it upwards underarm so that its fiery agony bit into the soft surface of the woman's tits, that area which is seldom exposed to the view of others. The blow caused the full mounds to jerk upwards and the impact resulted in a shaking of the breast globes in an obscene dance of agony. Further cuts from the cane followed and the restaurant patrons were treated to the sight of the woman's gyrations of agony as she attempted to absorb the pain.
Despite Becca's wild movements, James then commenced a methodical and extremely accurate caning of Becca's heaving breast globes, the cane cutting deep into the soft and yielding flesh, as the red stripes of agony began to cover the surface of her tits.
Eventually, some thirty lines of pure agony laced across the heaving breasts but James had avoided the tender nipples of Becca's breasts. However, James was not to be denied this piece-de-resistance and, pausing momentarily to allow Becca's gyrations to slow, James licked his lips and drew the cane back. He took deadly aim and sent the wicked rod slashing. His aim was perfect! He succeeded in catching both breast nubbins by the wicked stripe of the whalebone.
Turning away from the tethered nakedness of Becca, James returned to his table, the whalebone switch tucked under his arm and, with the applause of his fellow diners rippling around the room, he sat and enjoyed his cigar and liqueur, watching his slave Becca as she attempted to come to terms with her pain.
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