Bondage story - The Phantom of the Roxy - 37

“Bite down,” he whispered, and she obediently closed her teeth on the ring, her eyes pleading. “Keep it there,” he instructed her. “If you allow that ring to fall from your mouth, you’ll have ten more strokes of the cane on your breasts.” She knew he meant it. Despite the awful pain it caused her to keep tension on the chain, she didn’t dare to disobey him. Now the Whisperer fetched a new whip from the wall. It was a foot and a half long, with six long, whippy little leather thongs. Jessica remembered this whip, for he had used it on her breasts and thighs in the abandoned costume shop. She shivered as he stood over her with it, whipping it through the air with a buzzing sound. Then he leaned forward, and brought it down sharply on her naked belly.

She yelped and jerked at the sudden sting, but at least had the presence of mind not to open her mouth and release the ring. Again he whipped at her belly, a little lower this time. Again she reacted, but kept her grip on the ring. He whipped the whizzing thongs into her even lower, this time striking the sensitive fesh of her smooth-shaved pubis. Jessica let out a desperate squeal between clenched teeth, her whole body clenching against the pain. She kept the ring between her teeth, but she couldn’t stop her head from involuntarily fying back, yanking upward on the vicious clamps and lifting her heavy breasts high. The pain this caused her was far worse than that of the whip, and she screamed through her teeth as she forced her head back down, her body shuddering. The whisperer gave her only a few moments to regain control of herself, then brought the whip down on her open inner thigh. The stiff leather thongs were so thin they both looked and felt just like wires snapping into that tender fesh, and it stung so much that Jessica bucked and squealed, her head tossing again despite the awful consequences.

The whisperer worked that terrible stinging whip up and down the soft fesh of Jessica’s inner thighs, leaving a fne latticework of bright pink lines. She bounced, writhed and jerked under every stroke, unable to keep still, and her uncontrollable shrieks and sobs were continuous. More often than not, her head jerked as well, no matter how hard she tried to hold it still, and the clamps yanked and bounced her aching breasts about almost continuously. Her nipples were on fre, and every little movement only made it worse. But somehow, through the long, terrible ordeal, she managed to keep her teeth tightly clenched on the ring, and never let it go.

When the Whisperer had covered her thighs with the tiny pink marks, he again returned to her vulnerable pubis, then worked his way back up to her taut stomach, and from there up to her captive tortured breasts. He showered the quaking orbs with sizzling, stinging smacks, drawing ragged howls of pain from the helpless girl, but he never got her to release the ring in her teeth.

Finally he tossed aside the whip and released her tortured nipples from the teeth of the clamps, and Jessica screamed as the blood fowed back into them at last. Roughly he squeezed and pinched the life back into the swelling nubbins, agitating her throbbing breasts terribly in the process.

“Open,” he told her, tugging on the ring she still held clenched between her teeth, and it was only after he’d repeated the command that she realized she was still gripping it fercely. She released it at last, opening her mouth so he could remove it, but instead he pushed it farther into her mouth and rotated it, forcing her jaws wider apart. Now the steel ring was lodged behind her front teeth, jamming her mouth open wide, and the Whisperer wrapped the silver chains around her head, clipping the clamps together behind her neck.

Jessica stared up at him with wide, tear-flled eyes, uncomprehending, but when he unbuttoned his pants and took out his huge, turgid cock, suddenly she understood.

“Yes,” he nodded, “I’m going to fuck your mouth. If you choose to play the role of the unwilling victim, then that’s how I shall use you!”

With that, he once more tipped her chair back part way, grabbed a handful of her thick dark hair, and forced her head into position. His swollen cock thrust itself into her mouth, passing through the steel ring and driving into the back of her throat. She gagged on it, and he withdrew slightly, then began rocking himself inside the hot confnes of her mouth.

Jessica’s emotions were in turmoil. After the harrowing ordeal she had just been through, her rational mind was barely even working, but her emotions were fghting the same battle they’d been fghting since the Whisperer had frst opened her demon-box. Part of her was telling her she should be outraged, that she should fght this cruel abuse, but in the state she was in right now, the part of her that craved only submission was far stronger.

Still sobbing, her cheeks wet with tears, Jessica closed her eyes and accepted the oral rape, using her tongue to try her best to please her master’s cock. Little more than the head of the organ could ft inside her mouth, and with the ring holding her jaws apart she couldn’t close her lips around it to get any suction, but she wrapped her tongue around the thick cockhead and pressed it against the roof of her mouth, generating what friction she could.

After a few minutes, the thick, warm cock withdrew from her mouth, and the Whisperer laid the wooden chair carefully down on its back. Jessica yelped and squirmed as the new angle changed the position of the thick wooden dildo inside her, but she quickly found a position that accommodated it. More than that, she found that by tensing her pelvic and thigh muscles, she could move herself slightly on the stationary shaft, sending tiny waves of pleasure through her heated loins.