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For the first time in my long journey with him he was about to take me. No more games, no more waiting, no more giving me away to someone else.
“I am going to torture and punish you, slut. I’ll pierce you so that you can never forget that I have mastered you.” With his gaze dark and his voice distant, he had only one more thing to say. “I fear you’ll regret ever having wanted me.”
I met his threats not with fear but desire. Everything he said to me only raised my body heat higher. And there was no way I could imagine regretting this night or any of the others that I’d endured at his hand.
With a fresh burst of passion, I baited him, seething, “You fucking bastard…” in a low growl. I was certain to increase the fire of his passion with my own.
My scheme worked.
He clamped my nipples while staring coldly into my eyes. I felt the challenge in them and came right back, my body now an inferno of lust all aimed in his direction. Without hesitation, methodically, meticulously and deliberately, he worked me over with every tool he owned. Through the gloomy darkness I could see them laid out on a table before me, taunting me. I lusted after each one. He walked around me with a leather thong and rapped it playfully against my skin. He slapped my bottom with his hand, a brisk sting rising instantly. He used his tawse and crop and cane, then laid a razor strap hard and fast where his tools had just reddened my flesh. I could feel the heat of this fine torture making my body scream to the point where the spasms in my crotch wouldn’t stop. They went on and on, each spasm fueling the next.
The strap on my naked ass burned me so that even when he stopped, the heat from it continued on, the scorching sensations spreading everywhere.
And then the cat o’nine tails.
All my fantasies were laden with Technicolor pictures of the effect this instrument would have on my bound body.
“You ready for this, my love?” He
held the leather handle before my eyes so I could clearly see the nine thin cords dangling ominously before me. He snapped it at his side with an air of authority that chilled me to the bone. His naked tightly muscled torso was sweating with his own heat. His leather pants, fitting like a second skin, showed off the bulge in his crotch. I wanted what resided there, expecting his erection to be large and very hard.
He gave me only a moment to relish the sight of him. After cracking his instrument of terror against the floor again, he moved behind me and began laying it against my wanting body. At first his strokes were light, almost delicate, enough to have me mesmerized. Then he ran the leather cords over my skin, teasing me as if he were using a feather on my aroused flesh. Just as I relaxed into the heavenly feeling of those nine tails, he abruptly cracked them furiously against me, sending searing punishment to every corner of my body and bringing tears to my eyes. His blows hailed down on me one after another in succession, five, six, seven. I lost count.
Just as suddenly as it started, he stopped.
I was left with an incredible nothingness for several seconds with my body still jerking from the spasms he’d raised. I wanted more. This was hardly enough.
But he was finished for the moment. He grabbed my cunt, shook it hard, probed it with his fingers and pinched my clit until I could barely stand the pain. One last cruel shake of his grabbing fist and he backed off.
“There will be more,” he said, and he walked away.
I waited an interminable time, while minutes of delirium and dungeon music and dungeon noise climbed right down to my core and shook me as hard as Reggie’s hand. I craved more release, more punishment, more of the divine abuse. I wanted it deeper and more severe. And as if it was just another of my own creations, I was rewarded for my thoughts when the ‘cat’ struck again, this time with greater force, the snap, the bite, the sting, the pain, over and over were everything I desired to satisfy the raging unmet need my fantasies had been aiming at for so long.
He finished off the punishment with several blows that made me scream at the top of my lungs in a joyous abandon, and I collapsed against myself, finally knowing it was over.
Done, Reggie moved rapidly, tightening the clamps on my nipples; the shooting pain enlivening my cunt even more. I craved something beyond. I knew what it was, did he? When I caught his gaze he answered my silent pleas decisively.
“You’re ass may be blushing madly, Alexandra. But I cannot ignore this,” he said, not coldly, but with fiery passion. He had his hand at my pussy, holding it so tightly; if I’d had just seconds more of his grasp, I might have exploded right there against his palm.
As he spoke to me, there were others around me, removing me from the beam and lowering me to a table. My legs were spread, my pussy splayed and with a smaller ‘cat’ Reggie flailed my softest, most vulnerable flesh.
I groaned and cried, letting my wails reach beyond the walls of this old edifice perhaps; and yet, I couldn’t deny the pleasure that began to build into a startling climax. And then, before I knew what was happening, Reggie was between my legs with his cock plowing into my pussy. He was large, filling me full, opening me wide. I gasped loudly. His thrusts were like some dark heaven of pleasure, deep at the core of my desire. Within seconds I was about climax again; and then we were lost, just another cock, and me another cumming cunt joined in this instant of release. I heard him grunt, then the groaning cry of pleasure I so longed to hear. We remained suspended in that moment for what felt like an eternity – although it was likely just a few brief seconds.
As the sensations slowly began to pass away he withdrew from me.
I didn’t see his eyes; he wasn’t looking at me.
Reggie gave me little time to bask in the pleasure, or to be bothered by his lack of attention to me after our mutual orgasm. A cold splash of liquid that smelled medicinal suddenly hit my hot cunt. I spasmed again feeling the contrast of hot and cold, but was soon overcome by a tingling pain at the lips of my cunt. Reggie stood between my parted thighs, his hands gloved in latex, the glint of a needle in one. With eyes keenly focused on my crotch, he tugged the fold of flesh above my clit, then pinched it tightly between thumb and index fingers and ran the needle through the slip of skin. The stinging burn was instantaneous but over quickly. Left inside the thin folds of my sex was a tiny ring, his mark on me. The satisfaction and the justice of his act made me smile. I wanted more, more of him now that I belonged to him.
Before I could breathe easily again, I was removed from the table and turned over so that I was bound on hands and knees at cock height again. From this submissive position, Reggie took me in my ass, pummeling me hard without thought of how hard and mean the taking might be. For as much as I’d been worked over, I was still not prepared for the violent force that claimed me, but rather than protest, I welcomed the wildness of his spirit, something quite unlike the well-controlled Reggie I knew. However, he gave me little time to savor the moment. Just when I thought I was full enough, a cock forced its way into my mouth, then another after that, and another, until I became nothing but a toy for them to use. Rather than protest as I might have weeks before, I surrendered. I eagerly welcomed all that entered me. I have no idea how many men took me that night. There was nothing that I wouldn’t gladly take because this was Reggie’s fantasy and for that reason, I was pleased to be so thoroughly used. The orgasms crescendoed and fell away, crescendoed and fell away – a dozen times perhaps. I wasn’t counting. Once the men had been satisfied, the anonymous others drifted elsewhere, exiting the dungeon. I would never know them, never be able to thank them for their attention to me. They left silently, taking with them the security of their numbers.
When they all slipped away except for just one, I realized that it was Reggie and me together at last alone, exactly what I wanted most.
My desire bloomed once again as my imagination demanded something more. Exhausted in the most satisfying way, I was ready to be caressed and kissed and tenderly soothed, ready for nurturing and softness to complete the cycle of sexuality, just as Will and the others had done for me on that night many days before.
When he came to me, I was still on hands and knees, but by only the most tenuous balance. His first touch was a gentle stroking, making me aware that every inch of my body had been roughened by hands or whip or strap or whatever other instruments. Reggie’s hands were a welcome counterpoint.
He lowered me to a mattress, a clean contrast to the grungy interior of the room. And then he kissed me gently on the face, my eyes, my cheeks and lips, beginning a slow meandering trail to my waist.
