Bondage story - The Phantom of the Roxy - 23

Finally he stepped away from her again, and she saw him reach down and pick up a whip from beneath the table. It was a foot and a half in length, with half a dozen long, whippy little leather thongs so thin they looked like wires. A chill went through Jessica when she saw it, for its presence drove home to her just how vulnerable and helpless she was. She could do nothing but try to keep her loins arched high so the rope that bisected her pussy wouldn’t dig into her too painfully. The madman whirled the long, thin whip through the air, making the thongs hiss, enjoying the way the sound made his captive gasp and cringe.

Then he suddenly brought it down in a sizzling arc, al- lowing the thongs to wrap themselves around her milky inner thigh with a sharp snap. The impact wasn’t great, the thongs being so thin, but the sting was stunningly painful. Jessica squealed wildly through her gag, her body jerking spastically. The crotchrope gouged into her tender pussy as she moved, and her squeal became a howl of agony. She thrust her ach- ing pussy as high into the air as she could, trying to relieve the burning pain caused by the crotchrope, and managed to get a few inches of slack. The rope slid freely for a mo- ment between her plump labia, and she felt every braid right through the thin satin panties, adding a little shiver of pleasure to the pain. Again the whip whistled down, this time striking the fat surface of her lower belly, just above the low waistband of her panties. Jessica tried to squelch the shriek of pain, but it came out anyway as a muffed, gurgling groan. Her hips bucked in spite of her best efforts, and once again the crotchrope was jammed deep up into her crevice. Once again she arched her loins high in reaction, the rope sliding between her quaking lips as her arms took up the slack. The next blow struck high on her tender inner thigh, less than an inch from her partially-bared pussy fesh, and the sting was ungodly ferce. Jessica yowled into her gag, thrusting her crotch high, where it shuddered and wove a tight circling pattern in the air, but at least she had managed to keep from jamming the crotchrope into her pussy this time.

Again the whip fell, the hissing thongs burning into the upper surface of her other thigh, and again she couldn’t con- trol the violent bucking movement of her hips, the rope bury- ing itself deeper than ever into her aching cunt. The whip danced all around Jessica’s spread loins and naked thighs, lashing the alabaster fesh into an angry red color. As often as not, the stinging pain made her hips jerk involuntarily against the crotchrope, driving it deep into her panty-sheathed pussy. When it didn’t, her tormentor was treated to the sight of her waving her shuddering pussy high in the air in an unintentionally lascivious display. The panties were soon soaked with her juices, the equally-wet rope slid- ing freely up and down between her swollen lips with each movement of her hips. Her body glistened with sweat from the frantic pain and the constant demand to keep her wide- spread loins held high. She was sobbing and shrieking con- tinuously now, tears streaming from her eyes and wetting her cheeks as she tossed her head from side to side.