Scene 2 – Another Harsh Experience
Deborah groaned as she eased herself off the chair, and as she put her bare feet down almost slipping on all the cum and other fluids, she staggered over to where her clothes had been thrown. She slipped on her heels and her dress but couldn’t manage her panties so sore was she.
Walking gingerly out of the back entrance as cum trickled down her legs to her car that they had moved there out of sight, she opened the door and took her coat and placed it on the leather seat. She gingerly got in and groaned as her red raw and massively swollen pussy touched the coat material.
He pussy was so inflamed it actually didn’t look like it belonged to her. She didn’t recognise it. The men had almost destroyed her sex. Her nipples had been mauled, as had her tits and they wouldn’t go down.
There was no comfortable position. She looked under her dress at her mons and her flapping distended lips. They looked like they had been in a mangle. As she gathered herself in the mirror she thought about what had just happened.
She was lucky to get away with her life so incredibly vicious were they with her. Nor regard at all for her feelings or her body.
What had she gotten into
The next problem was her husband. He didn’t know. He was expecting her to be out on Hotwife date that weekend, a guy she had only met a week ago and had sex with once. She was due to spend Saturday night with him at a hotel. She would never get her pussy back into shape in a few days. Maybe she could make an excuse and tell her date it was ‘lady matters’. She could still see him and suck his cock and if he wanted he could take her in the anus, yes maybe that would work. Quite a surprise for him on the second date having anal!
At home, she showered and tried to make herself look normal before her husband arrived home from work.
Then as the afternoon rolled on she started to get the tingle in her lips and went horny again. What was happening to her, was she actually happy that she had experienced that terrible treatment, though I considered that it would be the only time, and that I would never want to go through anything like it again.
Her nipples had been rock hard all day and now they were so hard they ached.
She did the hotwife date and took his length in her bottom and he came in her mouth afterwards.
She didn't contact the man who had sent her he clinic appointment until just over a week later, and when she did, thanked him for what he'd organized to have done to her, and sent him loving kisses.
A day or so later she began thinking, "well, perhaps I could do it just one more time." She texted him and he replied with the arrangements to meet ‘a friend of his’ who had seen images of her and heard about her examination.
Deborah felt like a total slut This man really pushed her button, so dominant and overpowering, she went weak at the knees just thinking about the things he said he wanted to do with her
Waiting for a cab she texted her husband to say she was ‘going out’ on a date. She arrived at a remote house miles from anywhere. It felt like a scene from a kidnap film
She has never met her punisher, only him and the ‘Doctor’ know she is here, no one else
This is the session she will be roughed up. If she gets through this she can move on to even more extreme scenes. She walks in and he leads he to the rear room, the house is large and she can hear sounds from what appears to be computers.
All three laptops, two in the living room where he sits and another in what must be the bedroom, are playing BDSM videos with the volume set on low. She glances at the first screen and an icy shiver runs down her neck. A naked woman is being severely whipped across her breasts.
She can only see the one screen but even so, she can hear the screams from the women as their sadistic masters abuse and punish their bodies. She shivers with fear but her lust betrays her as her cunt fills with juices.
"Do you, want to talk first or just get to it?" he asks.
She felt so embarrassed and couldn't look him in the eye. "Where do you want me?" she shamefully whispers.
As another girl on the video pleads at the top of her voice “no, no, please no”she heard quite clearly as a heavy lash impacts with flesh.
This was soon to be her she thought and her right foot made one pace to the door.
He moves towards her she tries to make her break but he is far too powerful and after turning the locks he had advanced upon her to slam her body into the door, smashing her tits against the hard wood.
Pulling her arm behind her back into a hammerlock he wraps his free hand tightly around her throat.
In a stern and demanding tone, one word is whispered menacingly into her ear.
"Strip."
Only a whisper escapes with his grip on her throat. "Yes Sir."
He led the way to the bedroom. I gasped. Across the head of the bed he'd arranged a timber device consisting of an A frame on either side, with a sturdy cross piece supporting ropes and shackles running across and above the bed.
The video playing in the bedroom was quite shocking, another naked girl was lay down with two men either side of her chest being tortured with needles. Oh my god…
Arranged on the carpet to one side of the bed was an array of canes and whips, lashes, dildos, vibrators, some sort of electrical device and a camera.
To one side of this equipment, a tripod supported video equipment. She was to be filmed again.
Naked, she faces him, bows her head, and quietly declares, "Master, do as you wish with me. Make me your pain slut."
Slowly, he circles her bare body, so close that she can feel his warm panting breath on her skin.
Grabbing Deborah’s head between his large hands, he forces his thumbs into her mouth, pulling her lips wide to examine her teeth. A few seconds later, he takes several fingers and shoves them to the back of her throat causing her to gag violently. He turns his fingers back and forth, clenched tightly and then spread wide inside her mouth.
He moves his hands to her throat and clenches them tightly, his thumbs applying gentle even pressure against the woman’s windpipe.
He shakes his hands forward and backward, her head flopping back and forth as the girls face drains of color.
"I am your Master. I am your most sadistic nightmare." He explains even as he increases the pressure on the throat, and then spits on her face.
"You are a piece of meat, my bitch dog, my slave whore, and sometimes, my fuck toy." a final shake of the head and he releases his grip.
Deborah plays coy for him pretending again to be embarrassed, this only made him even more determined to take it out on this married tart. He was h=going to one of many en who would release their inner tendencies and unleash violence on her body.
He walks around her body again, but this time, examines her like a piece of meat for sale at the market or a horse at an auction. He pulls her nipples straight out and pinches them flat, watching as she grimaces and strains to hold steady. He compresses each breast between his large hands then wrings it left and right, smiling as tears pool her eyes.
He slaps at one tit, then the other, then both from the outside. She whimpers softly and flinches. He responds, removing his belt with impressive speed and slamming it down on her backside.
"You will not make a sound. You will not move." As he pulled her onto the bed.
His cock was a thing of beauty, hard, red, giving little twitches as his lust engorged it. The head looked ready to explode, so hard and tight was it. He turned towards her and placed his hands on my head as a priest might in giving a blessing.
Deborah eagerly opened my mouth and took the sacrament of his cock with its dribbling pre-cum. she sucked lovingly and expertly, keeping her teeth well out of the way and using her tongue to good effect. "You filthy, fucking bitch," he groaned in delight, and gave her cheek a stinging slap. She sucked more vigorously.
Deborah was a total slut and she knew it. She would obey… Another moment and his cum would have filled her mouth, but he pulled away and grabbed up a handful of hair, twisting it so that she gave a squeal of pain. She was now whimpering and holding her head so as to minimize the pulling of the hair.
Walking around to her front, grasping her pussy hard in his fist, "You must always be clean shaven for me."
She sniffles silently. His belt slams into the back of her thighs just below her butt cheeks.
She buckles and screams out "Yes Sir." this time avoiding the belt
He let go and ordered her, in a sneering voice, to lay back on the bed.
She quickly wriggled up to where the pillows where at the head end of the bed, and lay back with her head propped on the pillows. He pulled in the leather straps that attached to the A frames at the side of the bed. In moments her wrists were secured with my arms outstretched to either side.
He was an expert with subs. That was clear. He knew how to treat women like her and must have done this to a lot of women who crave dominance.
All women want to be treated like whores, this was one of Deborah’s opportunities to see that through. She wasn’t going to waste it !!
Telling the bitch how ‘filthy’ she was and how he needed to first thoroughly clean her, washing her and soaking Deborah with water her new Master pushes her roughly to the floor onto her hands and knees, pressing her forehead into the carpet, kicking her legs to spread wider, his fingers cupped into her anal hole lifting her ass higher.
Squeezing her butt cheeks, he slaps each globe before rearing his arm back and delivering a direct hit of burning leather. Her body lurches forward, her face scraping against the carpet.
"You were only getting 10 but since you moved, it is now 15.Do not move even an inch. Stay in position or I will add five more to the total."
He strikes from her right several times, then moves to her left. He leaves the belt where it landed to allow the burn to sink into her flesh.
He counts each strike.
"Eight. Seven more to go Your butt cheeks are looking good. Bright red just like I like them."
"Ten girl. That must have hurt. You had five more to go, but you moved. Now you get 20."
"Seventeen."
"Fuck!" she screams out.
"You are not allowed to cuss. I should add another five to your count, but I have a more interesting punishment."
He pulls a bar of soap from his bag. Before she arrived, he tapered one end similar to the base of a butt plug to ensure it stays inside her but left the blunt wide end as is. He knows it will hurt significantly more going in. Instead of lubing her opening, he wet the soap until it was covered in a thin layer of suds.
"Reach back and spread your butt cheeks."
Unable to see what he is doing, she feels a cold slippery substance at her sphincter followed by pressure, then extreme pressure as he forces something inside her. Her agony worsens as a slow burn from the soap seeps into her tissue. Silently, she mutters, "How can I not move this hurts so fucking much?"
She was going to really get it from this man, this is what she craved, total surrender of her body, nude and abused told what to do and put under control, beaten raped, destroyed and abandoned
She was now genuinely fearful of her own safety but the thrill and rush of excitement at her predicament overtook her. This was pure domination and humiliation. She would give herself to this beast of a man; "I suppose, you stupid cunt, that you promised your husband that you'd be true and faithful to him," he said with a look of amusement on his face. She saw his mocking humor, and a smile came to her face.
"Yes," she answered with a smirk. His face broke out into an open laugh seeing that he knew the deprecation of her marriage vows. "Well I'd best mark you for him, you being a dirty, fucking whore and a slut."
“Yes sir” she answered meekly knowing it was going to get a lot worse, he was so violent and so dominant.
“Show me your tits”