Jessica whipped - The Phantom of the Roxy bondage story - 50

Sobbing, Jessica stared up at him through bleary, tearflled eyes. She knew if she obeyed him, he was going to send that terrible, vicious whip snapping right into her bare pussy. How could she possibly obey such an order? It was impossible! Yet, even knowing what would happen, there was still a part of her that wanted to obey her master. Her desire to submit was rising in her, but her fear was far too strong. She shook her head, eyes wide with fear, her thighs clamping more tightly together.

“You still defy me?” he whispered ominously. He raised his aim and snapped the whip again at her wobbling left breast, this time striking the very nipple itself. She squealed and jerked in awful agony. The other nipple received the next blow, wringing another desperate cry from her. He pummeled her tender nipples mercilessly, frst one, then the other, driving her to frantic, tear-flled struggles. At one point, out of sheer desperation, she brought her knees all the way up until they obscured her tortured nipples, shielding them from the lash. But when she did so, she bared a far more tender target, and the whip slashed down in a wicked arc, striking her pussy with a sharp pop. Her scream was mostly absorbed by the soggy cloth in her mouth, but it still flled the small chamber. Her legs slammed back down onto the padded table, her body clenched in pain. Again the whip exploded against her aching nipples, almost, but not quite, distracting her from the excruciating agony of her stinging labia.

At last the whip paused again, and lowered its aim to threaten her loins once more. “Spread your legs,” said the Whisperer.

Jessica stared up at him, pleading with her tear-flled eyes. How could he ask this of her? How could she possibly obey him? He wanted to make her an accomplice to her own torture! He was demanding that she willingly participate in the abuse of her body, that she help him to infict pain upon her! It was unthinkable! Yet, she knew that if she refused, he would only continue to whip her breasts until she capitulated. And still that perverse instinct to submit was building inside her, telling her to obey.

This was unbearable! Her mental torture was as acute as the physical punishment as she fought with her instincts. She knew refusal would only bring more torment, yet to obey would be offering herself for even more agonizing pain. It was a decision she simply couldn’t make! With a wracking sob, she turned her face away from him, her thighs clamped tightly closed.

Again the terrible whip danced upon her tender breasts, beating them harder than ever, the soft helpless pillows bounding to and fro beneath the rain of harsh blows. Jessica screamed and sobbed, her slender body twisting from side to side.

At last the punishment ceased, and once again the Whisperer turned his whip toward her clenched thighs. “Spread your legs,” he whispered yet again. His voice was no more insistent than it had been before, his even tone telling her that he was prepared to whip her breasts all night if that’s what it took.

Once again Jessica was presented with the impossible choice. It wasn’t fair! It was more than she could bear! Yet, even as she thought this, her thighs trembled, ready to open. Her fear and shame rose up in her, but they were matched by an ever-more-powerful desire to submit. She knew what it would mean to open her thighs to the whip, but there was a part of her that wanted to endure that humiliation, that surrendering, that awful torment.

Staring up at her implacable master, she shook her head no, fresh tears flling her eyes, but at the same time her legs reluctantly began to open. Hesitant and visibly shaking, her slim thighs parted, revealing the delicate pink morsel between.

“Wider,” he commanded, an edge of triumph in his whispering voice.

Slowly she forced her legs farther apart, baring her tender pussy to the whip, offering her most vulnerable fesh to his punishment. She cringed and whimpered with the effort of overcoming her own fear and instinct for self-preservation, her eyes clenched nearly shut. Yet she couldn’t close her eyes, couldn’t take her eyes off of the whip that she knew was going to snap down at any moment and deliver indescribably agony.

Her thighs fully spread, her soft, trembling pussy as exposed as it could be, he made her wait for nearly a full minute. During that minute she endured a thousand anticipated blows, her mind torturing her mercilessly as he watched her tender pink nether-lips slowly unfurl, swelling with blood beneath his poised whip.

Then, without warning, he let the lash fy. The thongs fashed down to snap against the soft pink fesh with a terrible pop, and the ferce pain of the impact shot straight to Jessica’s beleaguered brain like a lightning strike. She howled into her gag, her body convulsing, her legs lifting and slamming together, trying to curl into a belated ball of protection. She shook violently for several seconds as the pain rolled over her like a wave. When it had passed she let her feet fall to the table, though she kept her legs clamped tightly together, and sobbed.

He let her rest for a minute, then he again lifted his whip. “Spread your legs,” he commanded her once more. Jessica’s eyes few open to stare up at him. Again her thoughts whirled, her instincts warring with each other as she tried to force herself to obey his impossible demand. She had obeyed him once, forcing herself to expose her tender pussy to his whip, and had been rewarded with the terrible, overwhelming pain she had expected. Now, knowing how it felt, knowing exactly what was coming, he expected her to do it again!

Had she thought he would be satisfed with only one blow to her poor aching pussy? Had she supposed it would be easier the second time? It was not. If anything, it was harder to make herself open her thighs for another whip-stroke. Slowly, hesitantly, her quaking thighs drew apart, baring herself once more as she went through the awful mental and emotional turmoil all over again. The warm undercurrent of submission seemed to grow stronger as she gradually overcame her fear, and she clung to it desperately. If only she could bury her sensibilities in the hot shroud of submission, as she had done before under the Whisperer’s whip!

The lash came down as soon as her legs were fully spread, cracking against the swell of her pubis and sending her body into another convulsion of pain. No sooner had the quaking and shrieking subsided that he commanded her to open herself again.

Embracing her desire to submit, Jessica forced herself to obey. This time it was a little easier, though her guilt rose up to torment her for participating in her own torture. But she turned her fushed face aside, clamping her eyes shut against the shame, and willed herself to feel the hot fow of submission, to ride its power and allow it to wash away her guilt. She spread her thighs wide, trying to accept the agonizing bite of the lash as the Whisperer’s slave. But when it came the pain was more devastating than she could deal with, and she clamped her thighs together and howled and shook, just as before.

Three more times he put her through the ordeal, making a total of six strokes. Three more times she had to fght down her fear and dread, her shame and humiliation, her very reason itself, and open her thighs so the Whisperer could strike her naked pussy with his whip. Three more times she endured the overwhelming agony of being struck in that delicate place.