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“So far, you’ve felt my palm against your little pussy, haven’t you? Your nipples have only felt punishment from my fingers. I’ve pinched them and I’ve twisted them as roughly as they’ve deserved, but I’ve never used anything else to discipline them, have I?” he questioned. There was a certain dark depravity that sparkled in his eyes and I began to feel decidedly off balance. He had taken every ounce of power between us and had claimed it all for himself. He’d taken total control.
“You haven’t, sir,” I answered, my voice tentative and definitively anxious.
“By the time I’m through with you today, you’re going to know what it feels like to have those pretty nipples strapped. I’m also going to whip that disobedient little pussy bright red before I fuck it. Then you’re going to thank me by licking my cock clean. Your punishment isn’t going to end there either. I’m going to teach you something else today. Do you know what that is?” he continued, and I couldn’t help myself as I shivered with arousal.
“I don’t quite know, sir,” I responded timidly.
“I’m going to teach you that there isn’t an inch of your body that I cannot punish. I’m going to show you what it feels like to have your little bottom hole fucked for the very first time. I’m going to punish that tight hole until you scream for me and beg me to stop. Then I’m going to make you come harder than you ever have before in your life, all with my cock still deep in your gorgeous little ass,” he warned, and a small desperate whine escaped my throat.
I’d never thought about having my ass taken by a man. I wondered if it would hurt. Some dark, twisted part of me hoped that it would.
What was wrong with me? Why did this arouse me so much? And why couldn’t I stop thinking about what it would feel like to have his cock deep in my bottom while he forced one orgasm from me after another until I was a broken and wet little mess?
He walked up to me and grasped my chin.
“I’m going to enjoy breaking you of every last ounce of defiance, sweet girl. I’m especially going to enjoy the look on your face as you come for me with tears still streaming down your cheeks,” he said softly, his tone ominous.
I wanted to fight him. At least, I kept telling myself that, over and over again, but I knew it was a lie. I craved his mark on my flesh. His hard cock between my legs. I wanted it all and I knew that I was about to get it.
His hand caressed my back before it drifted down and settled in the cleft of my ass. With just a little pressure, he placed a single fingertip on top of my tightest hole. The moment he touched my bottom hole, a bolt of pleasure twisted hard in my core and I could feel myself growing wetter. He kept his finger there as I grappled with the fact that this was turning me on.
It felt filthy and wrong. I should hate it.
But I didn’t. I liked the way it made me feel, no matter how shameful it was. He pushed a little harder and I fidgeted back against him. It felt foreign and it hurt a little. With a soft whine, I tried to arch back against him as he pushed a little harder.
“This is only one finger, little human. Imagine how it will feel when I take this little hole hard with my cock,” he whispered. I moaned, the sound high-pitched, fearful, and incredibly aroused.
He removed his finger and pulled away.
“Now go fix up the bed. Show me what a good girl you can be,” he said quietly.
“Yes, sir,” I replied quietly, thankful for the slight reprieve. I walked into the cell and carefully spread the sheet over the mattress. I tucked in the edges and when I had finished, I turned back to see that Vane had just entered into the cage with me. I drew in a deep breath and waited for his next instruction.
“Lie down on the bed. Turn your head toward the cell door and then you’re going to think about something for me. Know that anyone outside will be able to hear your bottom getting thrashed. They’ll be able to hear your screams as I punish you. They’ll hear everything, including how very loud you’re going to be when I make you come for me,” he said gruffly, and my legs trembled with nervousness. I didn’t dare hesitate though and I climbed on the bed as swiftly as I could manage before lowering my belly down to its surface.
My ass felt so bare and vulnerable. My pussy was naked and already achy with need. Even my nipples had hardened into tight peaks that scraped against the sheet that had covered them just a short bit ago. I tried to accept what was to come, but that didn’t change the fact that I was scared. I was also incredibly aroused. I both hated and liked when he claimed control over me like this.
Pain. Pleasure. The intoxicating mixture of them both.
He offered the dark promise of it all.
I heard him move to the wall, testing the various leather pieces. I snuck a glance in his direction as he perused the supply of implements and torture devices. Some of them were dry, while others looked freshly oiled. He picked a thick strap off the wall, running his finger along its surface and testing its suppleness. Apparently satisfied with his choice, he balanced it over his shoulder and returned to me.
“Still disobedient, even when you’re about to get the strap,” he murmured quietly, and I shook with fear. His fingers just glanced along my skin, brushing across the sensitive flesh of my bottom before he slapped it lightly with his palm.
He laid the strap beside me before placing one hand on my lower back.
“Sir,” I whimpered, trying to instill every bit of nervous desperation into that single word. He didn’t listen though. He was going to punish me as he saw fit and nothing I would do or say could stop it. That hand pressed me down into the bed and then the other spanked my left cheek hard. I squeaked in surprise before another quickly followed.
The spanking began far more harshly than I was prepared for. There was no time for me to get used to the stinging
sensation and before I knew it, I was kicking and squirming to try to avoid each awful blow. He spanked from the very tops of my cheeks all the way down to the middle of my thighs, ensuring that he left every single inch on my backside on fire.
I struggled to take it and when my squirming became too much, he paused and lifted his hold on my back. Then he grabbed my right ankle and bound it to the side of the bed. Next he cuffed the other.
“Give me your hands,” he declared, and I obeyed, even though I really didn’t want to.
Leather cuffs were quickly secured around my wrists and when he was finished, he directed me to try to break free. I knew the restraints were strong though and no matter how hard I struggled, I knew that escape wasn’t even remotely possible.
