Pussy, tongue and clitor | Women's Prison 2 | bdsm stories

The cell was small and crude, straw covered the floor and a solid door with a small barred opening that overlooked the dusty courtyard of the prison. Jenny sat on the stone floor with her back against the wall and her knees drawn-up protectively; she cuddled her knees for some degree of comfort in her misery.

“Did you get the offer?” the woman’s voice asked casually from the dark corner of the cell to break the silence.

Jenny had been aware that there was someone else in the cell with her but she hadn’t dared to look.

Thrown roughly in by the guards, Jenny had remained silent and still for the past twenty minutes, seething inwardly at the governor’s actions and the treatment she had received.

The woman crawled across to the centre of the small room and sat crossed-legged looking at the trembling Jenny. In her late twenties or early thirties Jenny guessed, she had long black hair and a good attractive face. Her clothes were prison issue, light-beige shirt and shorts, both had either been altered or shrunk as they hugged her slim figure like designer wear. Dusty and crumpled the clothes indicated that the woman had been here for some time.

“Oh yes!” the woman sighed emphatically. “With looks like yours there’s really no need to ask is there!

I’m Mandy, British and I’ve been here for about six months.”

She offered her hand as an introduction.

Jenny hesitantly shook her hand and withdrew it instantly, resuming her protective posture, wrapping her arms tightly around her drawn-up knees.

“Jenny - Jenny Barton, I came in this evening.”

Mandy layback on her elbows, stretching her long slim legs lazily out in front of her. A deep tan such as Mandy had would have cost loads, Jenny thought, in the sun bed sessions that she had attended before coming here on holiday.

“I know I watched you going across the yard.”

Jenny groaned with embarrassment, thinking back to the unceremonious way she had been herded across the dusty prison yard by the ape-guard.

“Not something I wish to remember really,” Jenny said solemnly. “What offer are you talking about?”

“Fuck me or fuck you! The governor always singles out the prettiest of women and gives them the option.”

“In that case, yes he did offer.”

“And?”

“And what? I refused - naturally.” Jenny spoke with calm factuality.

“You did what? Do you know what you have done?” Mandy gasped and sat up. “You must be mad!

Not many get the chance, as I said, only the best looking are even considered. Most of the women in here would tear your arms off for the opportunity.”

Jenny sat shaken, listening to Mandy. She felt as though Mandy was just a little too anxious to persuade her to her point of view.

“The life in here with the guards option is not one you want to even consider I can tell you!”

“Did you? Get the offer I mean,” Jenny asked in response, still within her she felt that Mandy perhaps had an ulterior motive.

Mandy lay back again, resting on her elbows, her knees drawn up and parted slightly, offering Jenny a glimpse between her slim thighs at the way the tight shorts pulled into her crotch.

“Chance would be a fine thing,” Mandy snorted. “I suffered with the guards - and still do.”

“I’m so sorry,” Jenny said sincerely, feeling for the poor woman that had been here for so long. Anyone that had to stay here deserved sympathy and with those ugly guards more so.

“Don’t be,” Mandy said brightly in response. “It will be you needing my sympathy when the guards get their hands on you! Mark my words Jenny, you should have taken his offer.”

“I still can,” Jenny said hopefully, fearing at the same time that the girl might tell her differently.

“How so?” Mandy asked, her head cocked to one side and frowning questioningly.

“He’s given me until tomorrow evening to decide, it’s a one-time offer he said.”

Mandy sat forward and grasped Jenny’s hands.

“Then take it! Don’t think about it. It might be the lesser of two evils but take it and be grateful.”

“That bad eh?”

“Worse,” Mandy said emphatically.

Jenny felt the sincerity of the girl’s words and shivered. The governor had been polite and had acted like a gentleman towards her, perhaps Mandy was right.

“Tell me,” Jenny said flatly.

“About the guards? You don’t want to know - believe me.”

“How can I decide if....”

“Listen!” Mandy said forcefully, getting to her knees in front of Jenny, the powerful grip on Jenny’s hands portrayed the strength of her feelings. “There is no decision to be made - take it!”

“I need to know,” Jenny persisted.

Mandy sat back silently, settling herself on the floor, again crossing her legs.

“They tied me to a bench - naked of course. Eight of them, all smelly and unwashed. They smeared dog-food on my clit and got the guard dog to lick it off.”

“Oh my god!” Jenny stared at her in horrified disbelief.

“That’s just one example, then...”

Jenny covered her ears with her hands and sunk her head between her knees.

“Don’t tell me! Please, just don’t.”

Jenny’s mind wandered back to ape-guard in the gatehouse, then to the attack she had made on the governor. She hoped with all her heart that his offer to her was still open. She could see Mandy’s mouth moving as she related her sufferings but Jenny couldn’t hear her. She hummed to herself as she covered her ears to block-out the gory details of her life with the guards. Crying now and sobbing loudly, she scrambled to her feet and ran to the door. Grasping the bars with both hands she screamed out at the top of her voice.

“Call the governor - I must see the governor immediately!”

All night Jenny had waited, the longest night of her life it had seemed. The guard that had responded to her screaming from the cell had laughed at her, she didn’t care. Moved to a separate cell she had spent the sleepless night alone, wondering and hoping, praying at times. In the early morning she had been taken to a dirty shower room and forced to bathe under the leering and ever present male guard who had taken great delight in making it a humiliating and thoroughly unpleasant experience for her. Bathing was personal, Jenny felt, not something to be shared with a stranger. Least of all with a dirty lecher dribbling as his eyes had probed every part of her body despite her efforts to cover and protect herself.

In fresh new prison dress of khaki shorts and shirt, white socks and brown workmen’s boots she was marched up to the governor’s office.

The searing heat that greeted Pauline as she descended the aircraft steps at Palermo airport took her breath away. Hot air crept up her skirt as she walked across the Tarmac towards the waiting coach that was to take her to the arrivals lounge. The high mountain peak of Punt Rise towered over the airport with a majestic authority and Pauline felt more alone than ever as she struggled with her heavy bags. Baggage handler’s strikes were commonplace here, she heard the middle-aged couple bemoaning as the doors of the coach closed to stifle her breathing to almost nil. A light blouse and short skirt was all she wore; yet the sweat soaked through to make her feel unclean and uncomfortable. What on earth, she wondered, had possessed Jenny to come to such a place? Fear and uncertainty filled her as she began to think of just what the hell she could do to help Jenny, even if she could find her.

Through passport control and in into the baggage reclaim. Armed guards with huge dogs that sniffed at every passenger that entered the baggage hall. A sense of hostility and uncertainty hung heavily in the air.

Delighted relatives greeting those returning soles to the island made a head-spinning din in the oppressive heat that seemed to smother in the crowed hall.

The surge of people lessened once Pauline had passed through the final sliding doors and into the fresh air outside. She leaned against the wall breathing deeply with relief to be away from the smothering heat inside the airport, taking a few minutes to collect her thoughts. It was hot outside; hotter than she had ever known but the cool breeze and simply the movement of the air was so very welcome.

She watched as the crowd of taxi drivers scurried after tempting looking tourists, grabbing at their cases and imploring their prey to follow. Pauline waited until all was quiet again and only three taxi drivers remained un-hired before she approached. The address of the villa that the travel agent had given to her on the scrap of paper was instantly recognised by the first of the taxi drivers that she approached and Pauline climbed in the back seat of his car.

The governor sat behind his desk writing, he didn’t look up as Jenny entered, nor did he even acknowledge her presence as she stood meekly before his desk waiting. Many minutes passed before he at last put down his pen and sat back in the high-backed leather chair.

His eyes roamed her from head to foot, silently and menacingly. Slowly and deliberately he moved his gaze over her slim body, lingering on her breasts as they pushed against the thin material of her shirt.

Jenny’s tanned thighs came in for special attention from him as he leered hungrily at the exposed flesh.

Every part of her body was inspected carefully, his expression fixed, giving no indication of his thoughts other than sexual ones.

Jenny waited, seething inside at the way he was leering at her, demeaning and humiliating. She so wanted to spit in his face and tell him to go fuck himself; she trembled as she fought to contain her growing anger.

The bastard was enjoying subjecting her to this degrading act, he was as bad as the guards were really, she though. Perhaps it was in their blood, their upbringing perhaps, where all men are to treat women as second-class objects to use as they wish.

“You wanted to see me Miss. Barton,” the governor smiled sickly as he spoke. A slow and calculated tone that was designed to inflame, his eyes fixed between her legs. The small tight shorts, high on her thighs and pulling into her pussy made her slim legs look even longer and more sensual than ever.

“Last night you made me an offer and gave me until today to decide whether...”

“Things change,” he interrupted, waving his hand in a casual indication of dismissal. He smiled a brief half-smile and then resumed his serious expression.

“What?” Jenny blurted, stunned at his reaction. All night she had practised her speech, over and over again she had been through this meeting during the night in her mind. She would accept his offer she had decided and live out her time here in relative comfort and now - he had changed his mind!

“You are, Miss Barton, a fiery and rebellious person that would not at all suit my purpose. I require someone to serve me, willingly and without question, someone who will and can be obedient, you I think

- are not that person.”

Tears welled up in Jenny’s eyes, she choked slightly as she tried to speak, the awful prospect of being given to the guards foremost in her mind. He leaned forward to press the buzzer to summon the guard.

“Please! Oh please! I will serve you,” Jenny almost shouted. She stepped closer to the desk and stopped in her tracks at his icy glare.

“You’ll see, I can be obedient.”

The governor sat back and pressed his fingers together in front of him, his arms and hands forming a pyramid, again her watched her silently.

Again Jenny felt that uncomfortable crawling of her skin as his eyes fixed between her legs.

“Why should I think that you would change?” He asked slowly.

Jenny composed herself, gaining time to think and to plead her case.

“I will serve you. I will sleep with you. I’ll do anything for you.”

He smiled a knowing smile that showed his delight at her discomfort and pleading.

“You have not convinced me,” he said slowly.

Jenny hesitated, her mind whirling with possibilities that bombarded her brain. So much she wanted to say, but whatever she did say had to be right. Inspiration came to her in a flash and she acted impulsively.

With both hands, she gripped the open necked shirt and ripped it apart to reveal her pert breasts restrained by the lacy black bra. She stood before him, her chest pushed forwards, offering herself, breathing hard and hopeful.

His eyes took-in the firm swell of her soft flesh, the deep cleavage created as her breasts were pushed together and up by the under-wired bra.

“You will need to do better than that if you are to persuade me,” he said slowly, his voice portraying his growing interest. His hungry gaze set firmly on her soft breasts, his tongue slid quickly over his dry lips as his anticipation increased.

Jenny pulled the remnants of her thin shirt off her shoulders and threw it aside, her hands moved up her back to un-hook her bra strap.

He watched her carefully as she shrugged her shoulders forwards and the bra dropped away to the floor. Soft yet firm, her breasts jutted out from her chest, in perfect proportion to her slim waist and slight shoulders. Her neat and perfectly formed nipples, rosy pink and inviting stuck out from her breasts to complete the wonderful sight.

Jenny stood proudly, offering her breasts for his approval. She felt a charge ripple through her as his expression changed to one of greater interest and he sat forward in his seat. Her vulva began to throb with excited pleasure at his reaction. Never before had she displayed herself so wantonly, she felt good and so strangely sexy. The powerful charge that she felt pounded through her; she swallowed hard as the feelings increased.

“Extremely nice breasts Miss. Baron, but...”

“Jenny, my name is Jenny,” the thick huskiness of her voice surprised Jenny; It seemed almost as though someone else had said the words. Someone so sexually charged that her emotions were shown in her voice tones. “I haven’t finished.”

The governor leaned forward and rested his arms on the desk as Jenny began to unbutton the waistband of her shorts. His eyes watching her groin and thighs expectantly.

Peeling the two halves of the front of the shorts apart, Jenny began sliding the small shorts slowly down over her hips and slim tanned thighs. Tiny, pure-white panties came into view as she wriggled the clinging shorts down and kicked them aside.

A throbbing pulse nagged deep in Jenny’s vulva. Powerful shards of electric excitement surged through her as his gaze fixed on her hips and thighs. She gasped at the intensity of the feelings, her nipples hardened and protruded. Her head filled with a light giddiness that was a whirl of sexual excitement, she felt unashamed as she displayed herself for him. Never had she displayed herself before a man like this and it felt simply wonderful.

“Turn,” he said simply, stirring his finger casually around in the air to demonstrate his requirement.

Jenny turned slowly, bathing in his attention that would now fall firmly on her backside. The thin white material of her panties pulled close to her skin, hugging every contour of her body and pulling harshly into the cleft between her buttocks.

Her heart pounded hard and her throat was dry. Jenny felt her pussy moisten as her excitement increased. Madness she thought, to undress before a stranger in such a fashion, but to be so sexually excited at the same time - it felt just too good to stop.

“Turn,” he said again. He cleared his throat and repeated the instruction. Jenny smiled at his excitement that was obvious now in his voice. She found herself enjoying his growing excitement, a turn-around; she was calling the shots now. Her body her weapon, to use him as he had used her for sexual excitement.

Slowly she turned back to face him, she parted her legs to adopt a wide and arrogant stance, her hands planted firmly on her hips knowing that the panties would pull hard across the mound of her mons, the though gave her great pleasure. Confident now, she smiled at him, her red lips parted slightly and she moaned softly to add to both his pleasure and hers. The pounding charge that pumped through her was fantastic, unlike anything she had experienced before. Every part of her body was alive and screaming for release. To be admired and desired was what she loved; this was several steps up from even the best of those feelings. Growing steadily in the confident use of her slim body and the effect it was having on him, Jenny moved on.

Her right hand slid sensuously down over her flat stomach, the red-painted fingertips stroking lightly at her soft flesh and then onto her panties where she cupped her prominent mons and squeezed.

The governor gasped aloud, displaying his total interest in her actions. He repeated the gasp as she again squeezed her mons and sighed for effect.

The wonderful sensations that it produced seared through Jenny’s excited body, the pressure on her hardening clitoris was so strong and arousing.

“Take them off,” he said quickly, his face-flushed red and a fine film of perspiration covering his forehead. His face hungry and wanting, needing to touch her and to sate his growing sexual desires.

Slowly, Jenny hooked her thumbs in the side-strings of the tiny panties and slid them down, gyrating her hips as she did so, the governor’s eyes following every inch of their progress. He sat back as the wispy fair hair of her pubis came into sight, his eyes never moving from her pussy as she threw the panties onto the top of the desk.

Jenny felt a powerful stab of extreme pleasure pass through her entire body; it washed over and through her to end in and to excite her pussy. Her clitoris, already hard, jolted at the surge. Her internal muscles gripped involuntarily to bring a new series of exquisite exciting feelings flooding over her. Naked and unabashed, she stood before him, matching his stare with hers. Defiant and teasing, she showed her body to him.

He was hard; she could see that as he lounged back in the deep leather chair. His cock pressed hard against the material of his trousers to form a small tent that looked decidedly uncomfortable for him. His face showed his level of excitement sweating and flushed he looked down between her legs in silence.

His hand raised and his thick finger stirred in the air for her to turn.

Pounding with the heady sexual rush in her body and the wonderful feelings flooding through her, Jenny turned to face away from him. She found herself wondering why she hadn’t discovered this level of sexual arousal before. Her ex-boyfriend Michael had been her one and only, bit of a prude he was, she realised that now. A perverse pleasure came to her as she imagined doing this before Michael; she smiled as she though also of his shocked and disgusted reaction. In bed and with the light off, that was sex for him. It had been for her too - until now.

His eyes roamed her slim waist and narrow hips, the way it curved so nicely down to form into the swell of her firm buttocks. The deep cleft between her taught buttock cheeks and the soft silkiness of her flesh that reflected the bright sunlight coming through the open patio doors.

Again Jenny planted her hands on her hips, drinking-in the sexual feelings that her display produced for her. She moved her feet apart to stand straight and set, her buttock muscles clenched both for his benefit and to tense the muscles of her pussy for extra sensual feelings. Knowing that he was watching, his eyes searching every crevice and fold of her skin, it gave her such a high.

“Bend,” his thick aroused voice commanded.

Jenny felt a stabbing jolt in her clitoris at his order; it brought her to a bubbling peak not far short of orgasm. To be ordered around by a man in the quest for sexual arousal was great, so very different from the always polite and formal Michael.

She bent from the waist and planted the palms of her hands on the floor in front of her, her legs spread wide apart. The heady jolt that shot through her brought her to the very edge of a wonderful orgasm, there she hovered. Her senses almost at her climax but remaining tantalisingly short of the final surge. The pounding excitement and dizziness of the charged atmosphere gripping at her emotions to hold her boiling in a wonderful sexual nether world of delight.

Her open pussy displayed for him, her most secret and intimate parts given willingly for his pleasure.

Jenny’s clitoris ached and her nipples throbbed to be touched. Her pussy juices coating the soft pink of her inner lips and her rosy pink anus open for his inspection as the cheeks of her buttocks stretched apart in her stance.

For many minutes he watched her, silently taking-in the delights she offered. She was gorgeous, pretty and with such a wonderful body. He had decided when he first saw her, that she would be his. All of the other treatment of her was just to get her to realise it; she just needed to be coaxed in that direction. He could recognise it in her; she was a dirty little bitch. Teaching her and guiding her to fulfilment of her role would be pleasure itself. She would, he thought, prove to be a good addition to his circle; one that he knew would be equally well received by the other members when she was ready to be presented to them.

“Stand up and face me,” his velvety voice coaxed.

Slightly dizzy, both from the sexual throbbing and from the blood rushing to her head, Jenny stood and faced toward him as he had told her to.

“You are lovely Jenny,” he sighed wistfully, his voice tinged with the build-up to rejection for her. “But sadly...”

Jenny took the initiative. She moved quickly around the desk and straddled his legs facing away from him and leaning forwards over the wide desk. Her raised buttocks just inches from his face, her thighs spread and her pussy on offer. She rested there, panting heavily, hoping to change his mind and at the same time excited by the basic way she was offering herself.

Both his hands gripped the sides of her buttocks, he caressed the velvety soft skin, both he and she moaned their appreciation. His thumbs pulled the cheeks of her buttocks wider apart, stretching them to expose her rosy anus.

The tip of his tongue traced over the sides of her spread buttocks, teasing and tantalising, exciting her more to pant heavily as she leaned forwards on the desk. Closer and closer the soft wet tip of his tongue moved, ever closer to her more private of places. Jenny gasped and raised herself on her hands; her head back against her shoulders and her back arched. The incredible tingling feelings that his tongue produced made her shiver in delighted pleasure. She cried out as the soft tip circled around her tight puckered entrance, the muscles surrounding her little entrance gripping in excited pleasure to feed wonderful sensations to her aching clitoris.

Slowly the tongue moved flicking lightly across her skin, tracing up and down the crease of her buttocks and lingering on her tight anus. Jenny tensed, gripping in her pussy to send more waves of delight rippling through her. This, she though, was sex. Real sex, like she had never known, like she would have from now on.

Jenny’s mouth fell open, her eyes closed to accept the ultimate pleasure that was rushing towards her.

Her whole body throbbed with the tantalising and electrifying wait for the peak - the anticipation was out-of-this-world. Out of her control, it was exquisite, she would have ended it there and taken the offered pleasure. But not him, he was making her wait, deliberate and teasing, the bastard knew what he was doing.

Jenny gasped as his tongue stiffened; it rested on the rosy pink entrance to her anus. Unexplored, the tingling delights it offered in new feelings aroused her more. She knew she didn’t want this, but knew also that she couldn’t stop. Mentally she urged him on, wanting him to abuse and to defile her. To do things to her that she previously would never have considered.

His finger and thumb gripped her hard clitoris from behind to pinch and to pull. Jenny gasped at the contact; she was so close, the pounding surges becoming stronger. Her body making small movements to urge him on.

His stiffened tongue pressed inward.

Jenny gasped and her body tensed, her head fell forward and she braced herself for the invasion into her body.

Further in the tongue moved, parting the tight muscles of her puckered entrance. Forcing them open to allow his soft wet tongue access to her secret tunnel.

Jenny screamed as the whole of his stiff tongue slipped inside. Her orgasm came to her immediately.

Shards of electric pleasure gripping her every sinew and racked her body with jolting spasms of wonderful pleasure. Her mouth open and panting hard she cried out, a deep and low moan from her innermost depths. Animal-like and hungry, she drank-in the exquisite sensations of her orgasm. First one, then another, the gripping sensations came to her as the pleasure clawed at her for release. Her head threw back, a gurgle emitted from her throat and she shuddered as sensual contractions gripped her body. She tensed one final time and slumped panting forwards onto the desk to slip into the warm bliss of after-orgasm. Her body twitched as she lay there, short after-ripples running through her as the pleasure subsided.

The governor sat back looking at the heaving body of the girl before him as he unzipped his trousers. He stood up, his thick cock sticking out hard and firm. The great bulbous head, purplish in colour, fed by the blood pumping into it.

Jenny moaned softly as the head of his cock brushed against her open pussy, her juices coating the head of it. She needed it inside her so badly, to feel that firm warmth pushing deep into her interior.

“Yes,” she moaned softly. “Yes.”

He gripped her wrists, one in each hand and pulled them back to rest just above her buttocks in the small of her back. Her face and breasts pushed hard down onto the desk. With one hand he held both her wrists, the other gripped her hair and pulled back firmly. He pressed down onto her wrists, pinning her to the desk.

“Oh yes!” Jenny mumbled in sleepy state. To be had like this would be wonderful. After Michael, her only lover, always soft and tender towards her in their lovemaking, this felt so good. Rough and coarse, it was wonderful, she wanted it so badly.

Held firm and immovable, Jenny at first tensed and then screamed, her shrill cry of shocked desperation resounding around the office-cum-lounge.

“No! No!” She cried as the head of his cock moved up to rest and press against her anus. “Not there, please not there!”

In her he pushed, hard and brutally, forcing the tight muscles of her anus apart.

“You will know bitch, quite what the terms of our agreement will be,” he panted and thrust his hips forwards.

Jenny tensed and bucked her body against him. A futile attempt to shake off the threatened invasion of her tight anus. Again she screamed, a pitiful and desperate scream of pained wailing.

He held her fast, pinned face down he pressed hard on her wrists and back. Slowly her entrance opened to accommodate the head of his thick cock. In it slipped until the head was inside her, her muscles closing tightly round the shaft just below his glans. There he paused to gloat and to savour the wonderful feelings.

“Bastard!” she screamed. “Take it out it’s burning!”

In he pushed, she screamed loudly as his length filled her. Sobbing and heaving she endured the invasion.

“God it hurts! Don’t - please no!”

He stood behind her, his cock fully home inside her anus, savouring the warm tightness as her muscles gripped his whole length. The sweet sensations of her young warm body around his stiff cock. The more she struggled the sweeter the sensations he received. Pulling on her hair made her struggle more and he made the very most of it. Tugging and pressing he urged her to move against him.

“Fucking shit! You’re a bastard!” Jenny spat venomously at him.

“And you Jenny are a slut and a whore. You might not know it yet, but you are.”

He began thrusting inside her with an animal-like fury. Panting and puffing as his hips crashed against her soft buttocks, jamming her thighs against the edge of the desk. Harder and harder he rammed into her, delighting in her screams for mercy.

At last he slowed and tensed his body, Jenny felt him shudder and come, his warm sperm jetting deep inside her moist and ravaged interior. She swore revenge on him at that moment.

He withdrew from her, his come dribbling from her fast closing anus as the stretched muscles retracted to their previous tight formation. The governor rammed the heavy chair against her legs, further pinning her to the desk. He maintained the pressure on her wrists and her facedown position on the desk.

Jenny screamed as the first hard slap of his great hand stung her soft buttocks.

“You will serve me bitch.”

“Go to hell,” Jenny spat.

He slapped her again, a hard and spiteful blow that jarred her slight frame.

“You will do my bidding.”

“Fuck you!” she screamed.

Again and again his hand struck across her reddening flesh. The smacks sounding loud in the hollow space of the room.

“Say that you will bitch,” he panted.

“Never, never.”

Slap after slap landed on her soft buttocks, the pain beginning to turn to a warming glow that spread throughout her groin area. Jenny found some excitement in the pain and her defiance of him. It thrilled her to defy him, a naughtiness that seemed so very natural and so very horny. He was punishing her and she liked it, she defied him all the more to receive the pleasure and pain of his reprimanding.

“Say it bitch!”

“No,” Jenny murmured less forcefully.

Twice more his hand slapped her, moving each time to a different area of her buttocks. Jenny found herself aroused once again, her clitoris hard and aching for attention. The heady pleasure and excitement pumping through her as the beating continued.

“Say it!” he demanded.

There was a long pause before Jenny answered, when she did, he voice was soft and murmuring.

“I won’t.”

Harder her struck, brutal and uncaring. Hard enough to smash her erect clitoris onto the hard surface of the desk and send wonderful sensations rushing through her.

“Say It,” he prompted and hit her again.

“No,” she answered feebly.

Harder he hit her and then again and again. Slapping her with an angry determination to break her spirit.

“Say it bitch. You lovely defiant bitch.”

Jenny murmured, hesitated and then answered.

“Yes.”

Again he hit her. Experienced and knowing, allowing his fingers to strike across the swollen lips of her labia. She came instantly, a second and equally crashing orgasm that wrenched at her innermost depths.

Two orgasms so close together, both powerful and way beyond anything she had ever known. Jenny found herself feeling that she was glad in a way that she had been brought here.

“You will serve then bitch?”

Jenny cried out in pleasure as the next blow landed.

“Yes! Yes, I will serve.”

He continued to hit her as she received the rest of her orgasm. Noisily and hungrily her open mouth gulped in the air, she trembled in pleasure as her waves of orgasm. Her buttocks rose to receive the sting of his hand; she willed the next hard slap to fall on her and to bring those incredible feelings of wonderful pleasure to her. They washed over her time and time again and then she was still.

He released her and stood back. In a quiet voice her addressed her.

“I think now Jenny, that we have arrived at a basis for understanding one another. From here, we can only move forwards together.”

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