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“On your knees,” Will commanded next. He flicked her ass as she tried to oblige, making it difficult for the girl to rise. She managed anyway, though she appeared to have become so aroused that he expected her to cum on the spot. However, he wouldn’t let her off that easy.
While she was still settling herself on the stool, he let loose on her rear with a biting slash. The girl cried out and nearly toppled to the floor.
He gave just a moment to right herself, then unleashed with a dozen cuts in rapid succession that crisscrossed her ass end, leaving a rash of bold red stripes. One in particular landed along her anal crack, at which point she screamed and collapsed against the stool.
***
In the adjacent room, the two women heard the sounds. The leather snapping, the cries going from muted and sexy, to fitful agony. It was enough to make their skin crawl and their pussies hot from a voyeur’s point of view—though they weren’t even given the chance to watch.
For Jocelyn the jealousy made her burn, for Alexandra she was turned-on but not yearning to watch—it could easily be her, especially in this house of horrors.
“Let’s take a walk,” Jocelyn said, grabbing Alex by the hand after one particularly provocative screech. The two briskly made their way out the patio door and took the garden path toward the stables, though for Alex, too many memories of the stable started appearing in her mind, so she steered Jocelyn away into the woods.
***
The snapping buggy whip made Helena’s bottom raw, the tip biting into the flesh everywhere it struck, creating welts across her lovely cheeks.
“If it’s what you want so much, little bitch, you should ask you master for it,” Will admonished her. “Think how much easier it would be?”
The whip snapped another three times, and three more red stripes rose where the leather landed.
She screeched after each one.
She appeared to be in the throes of pain, and yet the look of her wri
thing ass was downright erotic. After another six Will lay the whip down, and used his hand to rough up her sore behind.
“Cum!” he ordered.
With Will continuing to abuse her bottom, it took some moments for Helena obey the order. He snapped at her several times to keep her focused, “C’mon, slut, you can do it!” Then at last she put a hand to her pussy and began to play with herself. Tears of relief and humiliation fell against the leather stool, yet nothing stopped her from the end result she was after. When she finally came, she rocked against her hand, whimpering erotically and lost in climax.
Once the last wave of orgasm had passed, she collapsed against the leather and waited in silence, afraid to move. Thighs straddling the legs of the stool, heart pounding, the last sob vanishing away, she was a vision of submissive female bliss. As compliant as any Reggie had ever witnessed. “Nice work,” he remarked, seeing the distinct red lines as plain as day. “You always this brutal?”
“When I’m inspired,” Will replied.
“Who would have known, right under my roof I’d find a woman so submissive,” Reggie said. “You know it was my wife who encouraged this.”
“Your wife would probably like to do this herself,” Will said.
“You think so? I was thinking that myself.” He turned back to the well whipped woman. “You can go now,” he told her, while the two men lit their cigars and puffed away until the room was consumed in a gray smoky cloud.
“You’re a sly man, Reggie,” Will remarked once the maid was on the other side of the library door. “Even better than I thought. But how could you know those things about her. You catch her?”
“No,” Reggie answered. “I guess well.”
“Guess?”
“Bluff well, too, didn’t I?” He was looking especially triumphant.
“You were bluffing about her stealing into the library? Her antics with your toys? You’re quite perceptive.”
“Not really. It’s a matter of knowing a woman and her lusts. I once made a habit of knowing women’s sexual psyches. Even though I gave up the game, Helena’s problem was getting too personal, and resurrecting all my dormant talent. Besides,” he was looking smug now, “she left traces of her perfume in the air. I never miss the connection.”
***
In a clearing in the woods, not far from the stable, Jocelyn and Alexandra came upon a rustic log cabin.
“Oh, my god!” Alex stopped in her tracks. “How could I have forgotten?” She’d averted a return to the stable only to find herself in an even more memorable place from her past as Reggie’s submissive. It had been a cruel rape perpetrated here, but one of the most satisfying sexual journeys of her life. Five years before over the stump of a tree, over the wooden table inside, and in the dark earth at the edge of the lake…
