Bondage story - The Phantom of the Roxy - 57

Stopping at last, the Whisperer stalked around the bed and then knelt once more on the edge of it, this time just above her head. She gazed up at him, sobbing uncontrollably, as he drew back his whip once more.

“Lift your cunt for me, Jessica,” he rasped, and she saw that his whip was aimed right between her legs.

Jessica quailed as sudden terror coursed through her. Too well she remembered the ferce agony of being whipped on her naked pussy, and the awful mental anguish she had gone through trying to obey his commands to open her thighs for the whip. Now she was already holding her legs widely apart, but he was demanding that she raise herself up to present a better target for his whip!

But, even as she remembered how hard it had been to offer that most tender of places to his cruel whip, she found herself obeying his command without thinking, planting her feet and lifting her buttocks well off the bed, her knees spread wide. She stared in fascinated horror at her own smooth, clean-shaven pubis, offered up so blatantly and trustingly to the madman’s whip. Her terror coursed up and down her spine as she held her breath, tear-flled eyes wide, waiting for the lash to strike.

At last it came, zipping out in a blur from just over her head, to snap resoundingly against her quivering pussy, the leather lash wrapping around the arched curve of her mound to strike the very lips themselves. Jessica screamed as never before. Her body convulsed violently, folding in on itself, her hands fying to cover her burning pussy, her knees coming up and her thighs clamping together as the fre raged with unbearable intensity. She quivered and shook, and when she could fnd the breath she wailed out her pain a second time. It was a full minute before she could bring herself under control once more.

The Whisperer was implacable. “Again,” he said.

Somehow, Jessica forced herself to unfold her body, stretch her arms out above her head, spread her legs, and lift her aching pussy once more into the air. Again the whip struck her, dead center on the trembling pink lips of her pussy. Again Jessica howled in pain, curling up into a ball and rocking until the pain eased. And again her cruel master commanded her to arch her pussy into the air for his whip. As Jessica tremulously lifted her hips yet again, her eyes fell upon Sarah’s, and she saw a burning interest there. Sarah had seemingly slipped out of her daze, and was watching Jessica’s pussy-whipping with ardent fascination! Then the whip struck again, and Jessica’s thoughts exploded into shards of awful agony.

Again she was ordered to present herself, and as she arched her loins into the air and awaited the blow, she focused her eyes on Sarah’s face once more. The blonde stared at her friend’s raised pussy, anticipating the strike of the whip with intense expectation. Her humid blue eyes were wide with fear for her friend’s ordeal, but there was a look there also that Jessica recognized as desire. Then the whip cracked once more into her moist fesh, and she collapsed into a shrieking, shuddering swelter of burning pain.

Again and again she was made to offer her tender, throbbing pussy up to the whip. She sobbed continually as the torture went on and on, each devastating blow wracking her with agony. Yet, each time she was ordered to present herself for another blow, she did it, her instinct for submission stronger than her fear of the pain.

At last the whip ceased to fy, and Jessica lay sobbing on the bed, barely aware of her surroundings, knowing only that the torment had fnally ended. She came back to herself gradually, hearing the clanking sound of machinery being manipulated.

Above her, the dildo abruptly stopped pumping in and out of Sarah’s pussy, and was withdrawn. It proved to be shockingly long as well as immensely thick, with a glistening bulbous head at the end. Sarah cried with relief as the black rubbery tube fopped out of her and receded into the draperies. Then there was a cranking noise, and the X-frame that Sarah was strapped to was slowly lowered onto the bed. Jessica was ordered out from under it as it came down, and then she helped her master unbuckle the multitude of straps, releasing Sarah from her bondage. Jessica tried to untie the gag, but it was too tightly knotted, and the Whisperer had to remove it. When the frame was lifted away, Sarah lay curled up on the bed, quaking and panting. Jessica took her friend in her arms and comforted her, even though she hadn’t been told to, but the Whisperer didn’t try to stop her. He moved about outside the gauzy curtains that enclosed the bed, gathering some odds and ends and allowing them some time to console each other.

At last strong gloved hands lifted the two naked girls into a sitting position, and in an oddly considerate gesture, The Whisperer offered them both glasses of water to drink. He was shirtless now, his lower face swathed in a ragged off-white scarf that also wrapped several turns around his neck. When the girls had fnished their water he took the empty glasses. Then he returned with black silk scarves, and proceeded to tie them around each of Sarah’s wrists. The blonde didn’t try to fght him, but simply watched with glum resignation as her freedom was once again taken from her. He bound her right wrist to her right ankle, her left wrist to her left ankle. This was hardly a severe bondage while she was sitting up, but when he pushed her casually onto her back, it forced her folded legs to spread wide, displaying her glistening naked pussy, raw and swollen from its long slow plunging, but still very wet. He brought an upholstered bolster, which he inserted under Sarah’s hips, lifting her splayed pussy nearly a foot off the bed and tilting it upward. Then he carefully placed a rectangle of surgical tape over Sarah’s lips, rendering her incapable of speech.

“Your little friend has had a long ordeal, Jessica,” the Whisperer said dispassionately. “She deserves a little pleasure. Use your tongue.”

Jessica hesitated, her worried gaze dancing between Sarah’s open cunt and wide blue eyes as she licked her lips. She knew the girl’s poor pussy had to be extremely sore, and she wondered if Sarah would consider her ministrations to be pleasurable or torturous. Sarah’s expression seemed to show only trepidation at this new command.

Suddenly the Whisperer grabbed Jessica by her hair and yanked her head back until only his handful of hair supported the weight of her upper body. She gasped in pain and fright. “I did not make a request, Jessica,” he hissed in her ear. “I gave you a command. You will not think about whether it’s a good idea or not, you will do it! Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master!” she breathed.

He tossed her forward, and with a yelp she positioned herself over Sarah’s spread pussy for the task at hand. Yet when she extended her tongue to begin, she did so delicately, cautiously. The frst gentle touch of her tongue on Sarah’s swollen labia brought a sharp gasp from the helpless blonde. Jessica licked as softly as she could, tasting the metallic favor of blood close to the surface, and realized it must mean the fesh was raw from hours of friction. She laved all the tender surfaces of Sarah’s abused pussy with her tongue, going slowly and gently, hoping to soothe the infamed lips. Sarah moaned softly, allowing her legs to fold back, presenting her pussy for Jessica. She was already responding sexually to the soft tonguing! Encouraged, Jessica grew a little braver, and sensing that it was what her friend wanted, began to lick closer to Sarah’s clitoris. The response was a soft sigh of pleasure. Reassured, Jessica began to gently lick the little pink hood, the tip of her tongue brushing the base of Sarah’s clit and drawing a gasp of surprised pleasure from her.