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“You’ll be happy to know, Tessa . . . this building is empty, except for the three of us. Your screams will be heard by no one but Hector and me.” He offered this chilling piece of trivia with a sly smirk on his smiling face.
Like the bamboo days before, and the buggy whip before that, Miles’ instrument split the air with an unnerving hiss, and it landed against Tessa’s belly at the top of her pubic hair.
“Gawd no!” she screamed, when the pain from the savage cut registered in her head. She went limp against her bonds; and the next cut landed at the top of her thigh, the tassel snapping nastily against her outer labia.
“GOD NO!” she shrieked again and she tried to turn away.
“Stand up, Tessa! Turn to me!” Miles ordered.
She was so frightened of the next cut that she could hardly move, managing to turn back only just the slightest bit.
“Look at me!” Miles shot out.
Trembling, she pulled herself up and looked her Dom in the eye.
Miles turned to Hector. “You see the look on her face?” he asked the photographer.
“Terror,” Hector said. He’d seen it before, in other submissive targets of Miles’ dominance, but never was it so breathtaking to behold. Despite the pain, there was a fire in her eyes and she matched Miles’ fierce persona. This, both men admired.
“Can you record that?” Miles asked.
“Perfectly,” Hector answered.
Taking Tessa off guard, Miles let the whip fly, its sharp edge catching her abdomen, extending its punishment down to the softer places on her cunt.
“Yeeeeahhhhh!” Her cry of woe lifted into the air, as the only reply she could fashion. There was no way to get away from the lash and its cutting tassel. She didn’t dare look below, for fear of seeing blood where he’d cut the skin.
Another three devastating cuts sizzled on the night breeze, landing in erratic fashion against her most vulnerable places. There was only one place more tender, and Miles was moving dangerously close to that target, though it was still tucked away and unavailable.
“Aaaauuugh, nooooooooo, aaaaaaaaaugghhh!” she screamed as the worst of the cuts seared her skin. The pain shot through her like an arrow, penetrating deeper than her skin. The sound of her voice was the only sweet relief she could savor.
It was eerily quiet when Miles finally stopped. Tessa waited for another blow with eyes closed, not realizing that Miles had already put the implement down and was simply staring at her.
“How beautiful,” he murmured, gazing at the distinctive marks.
Tessa opened her eyes seeing the same red welts. To her surprise, the skin was not broken; although the stripes were as distinct and raw as anything he’d laid across her backside. The two waited while Hector moved in closer, filming the mesmerizing streaks in all their colorful glory.
When Miles reached out to touch them, Tessa winced. “Ouch!” she cried, though she was not in pain. The heat from the wounds was firing her, just as it had those times before., “Yes, yes.”
Miles’ fingers traced each thin red line, watching her jerk as he touched the sensitive spot. Then his hand slowly moved from her abdomen to between her legs, where he fingered her labia and clitoris.
“Oh, my yes please,” she cried, joy sweeping through her body with wildly brilliant spasms. “Ah! yes!” She threw her head back in ecstasy
When Miles’ hand began to penetrate her cunt, she panted urgently, as he began with three, and then four fingers, and continued until he was forcing his whole fist into the lubricated opening.
“Ah, yessss!” she hissed. She couldn’t imagine that he’d fit his entire hand inside her, but she wanted it there, and her cunt expanded to receive him. Just as full fist was at the door about to push its way over the threshold, he pulled out, moving further back along her cleft and smearing her juices against her anal hole. Just as he’d done with her cunt, he began prodding one finger after another into her anus. She took a deep breath, scared, but still wanting him there.
“Relax, my love,” he murmured in her ear.
She sighed deeply.
“You’ve been taken here before?” he asked.
She remembered well that day with her roommate. “Once,” she replied, not wanting to explain Martine’s rape of her ass.
“By whom?” Miles asked.
“Ah, that feels like…” she ignored the question.
