Cunt squeezing down on the prick inside with impressive force, she came. Her entire world whirled and spun crazily around her until she was too dizzy to know what was happening.
She came again.
The rod beat her body. She let me. The thick cock reamed out her cunt. She came. Her arms hurt. She came.
Exhausted, she hung limp and tired from the chains circling her wrists and ankles.
The first thing she noticed was the empty feeling in her pussy. It was no longer filled with thrilling cock. Her master had withdrawn.
A sudden fear gripped her drained body. Had she pleased him enough? Would he torture her any more? Those were the only things she worried about as she fainted again.
CHAPTER NINE
Vicki awoke again some time later. The pain in her body had receded like the tides in the ocean. She was tired and hurt but it was nothing like it had been when she was swinging to and fro from the eye-bolts fastened in the ceiling.
She rolled onto her back and stared up at the minor. Studying her body, she was amazed to find the damage wasn't as bad as she had feared. Her tits were a rosy red but the welts had vanished. All that remained appeared to be a mild sunburn.
It extended down across her belly to the brown vee of her pussy mound. The fur was lustrous and seemed to glow with its own inner light. The black lacy garter belt was still around her waist and she still wore the sexy black stockings.
Reaching down, she stroked upwards on her legs to get out the wrinkles. And the mere feel of her hands moving on her slender legs made her feel better. If anything, simply moving her arms and legs drove out some of the dull ache she felt.
Rubbing her crotch caused her a little pain. Where she had had her cunt lips whipped by the wooden rod was raw. The flesh, however, was supple and ripply with youth. She took one cunt lip between thumb and forefinger and stroked back and forth.
The delight dancing into her body made her feel much better. She repeated the process on her other pussy lips, then gently explored the depths of her cunt with her middle finger.
The pussy walls were still velvety and soft. The juices beginning to sluggishly flow out of her cunt lubricated everything nicely. She was actually feeling almost human again.
She laid back on the velvet bedspread and wiggled a bit. The soft, soothing material erased what aches she had remaining. But, as she tried to stand, she found that her body wasn't in the great shape she thought it was.
She almost tumbled onto her face.
Catching herself on the edge of the bed, she carefully stood. Realizing that weakness was only part of her problem, her hand flew to her throat. The spiked dog collar was still firmly in place around her neck. And the chain running over to the sturdy post beside the bed was, if anything, shorter than before.
Vicki knew she wasn't going anywhere. At least not until her master allowed her to do so.
Sitting down caused her the most pain of any of the things she had done. Her ass must be a raw, red mass of tortured flesh. She rolled over and looked at her back side in the mirror on the wall. She had been right about its condition. Never had she received a spanking in her life that had left her like this.
She heard nothing but felt a presence – an evil presence – in the room. She spun and saw Mr. Valentine standing and watching her. He didn't say a word. He simply studied her.
'Well,' she finally demanded, 'do you like your handiwork?'
'Of course I do, slave. I always enjoy doing things like this. But I see you have not learned your lesson yet. I am to be addressed as master. I must punish you more until you learn.'
She was feeling confident she could take anything he could dish out now. She lay back on the bed and raised her legs, spreading her knees just enough to tantalize the man, as if saying to him, 'Come and get it – if you think you can!'
He took the challenge but not in the way she thought he would. She wanted to see him strain to pin her to the bed. She wanted to feel her muscles working hard against his, man to woman. A wrestling match would liven things up.
But that wasn't the way Mr. Valentine did things. That would have been acknowledging that the teenager was worth something going after. He had other better, more efficient ways.
He jerked hard on her chain and pulled her to the floor. With the speed of a striking cobra, he dropped and put his knee in the middle of her back. No matter how much she struggled, she couldn't escape his clutches. The knee held her down while the pressure on the chain kept her head up high. She would choke to death if she tried to move.
'Now, my slave, you will see what it means to be punished! This will be my finest hour!'
She shivered at the man's words. There was little elation in them. He was simply stating a fact. And she doubted if his past efforts in humiliating his 'slaves' had been unsuccessful. He didn't seem like a man to try and fail at anything.
Taking the long wooden rod with which he had beaten her earlier, he placed it behind her legs.
With a quick flip, he rolled her over onto her back. Pulling at the chain around her neck, he bent her forward and lifted her legs up.
So fast she hardly knew what was happening, the girl ended up with her collar chained to the wooden stick under her knees. Her chin was almost pressing into the tops of her knees while the rod cut into the back sides of her knees. She wasn't in pain but this was an uncomfortable position.
But Mr. Valentine was far from finished with her. She was virtually helpless by the time he took the soft leather cuff and put them around her wrists again. He fastened them together behind her back.
The teenager was put into a sitting position, her collar securely chained to the rod running under her knees. Me with her hands firmly secured behind her back, she wasn't able to slide the wooden rod to one side and free her neck arid legs.
'Like this, eh?' he asked, not really caring if she answered or not. 'I do because it makes your cunt open so nicely.'
His finger stabbed out and between the girl's legs. He dived deep into her twat and wiggled his finger far up inside her pussy. She fought down the rising urges stirring deeply inside her. She couldn't do it. The girl began responding sexually to his finger.
When his hand was covered with her fuck fluids, he pulled out of her cunt with a tiny little plopping noise.
'I don't want to finger fuck you. There is so much more that can be shoved up that slimy cunt!'
She spun a little bit, pivoting on her raw ass to see what the man was doing. He went to one of the cabinets lining the walls of the room and pulled out a long plastic rod. As he advanced on her, she heard a click and a buzzing noise.
The man held a twelve inch long vibrator! And it was running!
'No, no, master! You can't jam that into me! Not when I'm doubled up like this. It… it'll hurt me!'
And she realized that was the wrong thing to say to this man. He enjoyed huffing her. He enjoyed watching her squirm and try to escape his clutches. The more he inflicted pain on her, the more he liked it.
She screamed as he rammed the quivering rod of plastic all the way up into her juicy cunt. If it hadn't been for the flow of her fuck fluids out her pussy, he would have torn her apart. As it was, she felt the long, hard rod of plastic making new channels in her soft cunt flesh.
Bent double as she was pulled her twat into a curvy shape. The plastic didn't bend – it bent her around inside instead. And that hurt bad.
The vibrating helped soothe the hurt, but not much. She was sobbing in pain as the man came to her and said, 'Now you begin to realize my power over you slut. What is my name?'
