Bondage story - The Phantom of the Roxy - 36

It was so hard to make herself do this, and yet what choice did she have? It was a command from her master, who would only punish her and put her in the chair by force if she disobeyed. The wooden cock touched her trembling labia, then slipped easily between them. It was wet with her own saliva, but not nearly as wet as her pussy had become! Slowly, hesitantly, wincing as she did so, Jessica lowered herself onto the dildo, letting it stretch her tight passage and fll her body with its hard, unyielding wooden bulk. Inch by slow, reluctant inch, she eased herself down onto it, feeling it sliding deeper and deeper into her, the penetration draining the strength from her legs. At last her sore bottom cheeks settled onto the hard wooden seat, the thick shaft completely buried in her soft, wet pussy. She sighed in relief that the ordeal was done.

Then the Whisperer came toward her with a long length of rope in his hands, and she realized that she was wrong… her ordeal was only beginning!

With rough effciency he lashed her body tightly into the chair, pinning her arms at her sides at the same time. He removed her jeans, panties, shoes and socks, and bound her legs and ankles to the front legs of the chair, which spread her thighs wide. In minutes she was utterly immobile, the wooden invader locked irrevocably in place inside her. She watched him pluck a whip from the wall with wide eyes, feeling her helplessness with renewed intensity. It was a heavy black whip, with a mass of leather lashes about a foot long attached to a short, thick handle. He stalked back to her, his eyes fashing.

“I gave you the opportunity to come to me willingly,” he whispered as he grasped the chair back and tipped the chair backward. Holding it balanced on its back legs, he glared down at Jessica’s frightened face. “You could have shown me your willingness to submit. You could have demonstrated that you have the courage to accept the darkness within you. You did not.”

With that he brought the whip down hard across her naked breasts. They fattened beneath the impact, then bounced and jiggled as the whip rebounded away. Jessica shrieked at the stinging pain.

“Now you will accept the punishment for your cowardice!” he hissed, bringing the whip down again.

Jessica squealed and cried without restraint, struggling desperately but vainly against the ropes that bound her. The whip came down again and again, striking frst one side and then the other, quickly turning her breasts bright crimson in the soft candlelight. Despite her horror and the agony of the punishment, she couldn’t help watching her tortured breasts as they bounced and bobbled under the heavy blows. The Whisperer kept her chair tipped back with his left hand, holding it easily, though to her it felt precariously balanced. She was uncomfortably aware of the solid wooden dildo deep inside her, for it made its presence known to her each time she squirmed her body beneath the lash. The blows fell steadily, punishingly hard. Her tender breasts leapt and wobbled under the onslaught, each one a ball of blazing pain. At last he stopped whipping her breasts and allowed the chair to settle forward onto all four legs. Jessica’s head hung over her throbbing tits, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed. But the Whisperer was far from fnished. He returned a minute later with a thin rattan cane in his hand, and once again tipped her chair back for a better angle at her heaving breasts.

When Jessica saw the vicious cane, she wailed out a desperate “Nooooo!” But she knew that no amount of beg- ging would stop him. The cane became a blur as it snapped down to bite into the upper slope of her right globe, just above the nipple. She screamed at the intense pain of it.

It was far worse than the whip had been! As she watched through tear-blurred eyes, a narrow red streak appeared across her already reddened breast. A moment later the thin rattan fashed down again, deeply indenting her left orb, the impact making it bounce on her chest like a basketball. As the pain washed over her, she closed her eyes and screamed, but when she could again focus her eyes her left breast bore a mark that matched the one on the right. Again the cane fell on her right breast, this time on the tender underside, an inch below the swollen nipple. Her tormentor waited until the screaming and bouncing had stopped before he whipped the terrible implement down into a similar strike on her left tit. Again he struck on the right, and then again, when the awful screaming and desperate squirming had died down, on the left.

After those six agonizing strokes, he put aside the cane and righted her chair once more. Crouching before her, the Whisperer produced a familiar item. Jessica’s belly tightened in dread at the sight of the glittering silver nipple clamp. But there was nothing she could do as he opened the wicked little jaws wide and closed them around her swollen pink nipple. She clenched her teeth and keened at the sharp, continuous pain it caused her. The second clamp bit into her other nipple, doubling the pain, and she shook her head violently as she squealed. The clamps were joined to each other by a short silver chain, a two-and-a-half-inch ring in the middle. The Whisperer grasped the ring and jiggled it up and down, watching with hungry eyes as Jessica reacted to the awful pain that little movement caused. Then he lifted the ring high, holding it before her reddened, tear-streaked face. Her breasts were lifted by the nipples, the full weight of each breast hanging from the bite of the clamps. She opened her mouth to wail at the additional pain, and he inserted the chromed steel ring into her mouth.