Bondage story - The Phantom of the Roxy - 41

She yelped and shuddered as she felt his hands close over her defenseless bottom cheeks. He squeezed them, kneaded them in his powerful grip, then pulled her against his body. She felt his hard, hairy naked chest against her belly, and his barely-contained cock scraped against her lips and cheek. He deliberately spread her buttocks apart, exposing her puckered anus, and she could feel his hot breath on her exposed pussy. Her shame rose in a dense cloud, her face burning in outrage, but there was nothing she could do. Her most secret treasures were displayed for him, only inches from his face, and he could do anything he pleased with them. She felt his leather-gloved fngers exploring the delicate crevices of her vagina, roughly spreading the lips open and probing between them. She gasped and tensed as a thick fnger slipped deep inside her, then whimpered as another fnger found her sensitive clit and began to stroke it. She could feel the heat of his hard penis on her cheek as she kept her face averted, radiating right through the fabric of his tight pants.

His fngers continued to violate her, dipping in and out of her tight channel at will, ficking and rubbing at her clitoris. She was apparently quite moist, for he used a gloved fnger that was wet and slippery with her juices to force an entry intro her tight anus. She yelped as it went in, and she felt the tight ring clenching around his thick digit, but the penetration wasn’t even slowed. He probed the heated interior brazenly, and her shame was so intense that it brought tears to her eyes. Yet there was nothing she could do to resist him. He worked his fngers freely in and out of her orifces until she could no longer tell how many were inside at once, and the insidious pleasure of the continued violation rose to food her senses. Tears of shame trickled from the corners of her eyes, but she was helpless, so utterly helpless… Abruptly he stepped away from her, and she drew in a shuddering breath of both relief and disappointment. A few moments later she caught a glimpse of him approaching her again, his powerful chest bare, his long dark hair shrouding his partly-muffed face, his ferce eyes focused intently on the pink morsel between her open legs. A wicked-looking leather tawse dangling casually from his right hand. “No! Please don’t…” she pleaded, unable to take her eyes off the vicious instrument.

“Do you think you deserve less?” he whispered in return. With that he raised the split-leather strap over his shoulder and brought it down in a straight vertical sweep directly between her trembling thighs. It landed with a shockingly loud crack directly on the glistening swell of her pussy. The pain was sharp and devastating. Jessica arched her body into a tight, quivering bow and screamed. Always before, the Whisperer had built up gradually to the ferce whippings he’d dealt her, allowing her body to prepare itself, milking the fow of adrenaline so she could endure the harshest strikes of the lash. But not this time! To strike her there, at the most sensitive place on her body, with such brutal force, without any preparation at all, was the most cruel physical blow he had ever dealt her. The pain writhed through her like a spiked python. When she was able to catch her breath again from the frst scream, a second one followed, her naked, helpless body twisting and jerking against her bonds.

He watched her with glittering eyes, waiting until her wild reaction had spun itself out, leaving her hanging limp and sobbing before him. Then, with slow deliberation, he raised the tawse again, and brought it down almost as before. This time, however, he reached a little bit farther and angled the strap slightly to the left. When it struck, the tawse wrapped across the throbbing mound of her pussy, the split tails whipping down to burn themselves into the taut cheek of her naked bottom. While the blazing leather once again drove its spike into her tortured cunt, it laid its most cruel cut onto her quivering bottom. It was a mercy that only made itself evident in the aftermath of her terrible scream and violent writhings. She realized, in a brief moment of lucidity, that she would never have been able to bear another blow like the frst one. But she had no more than a few seconds to appreciate this fact before another cut came down, this time angled the other way so that it wrapped into her other cheek.