'On the bed, slave. I want to fuck you.'
It wasn't going to be that simple. She could see him pulling out the leather cuffs he fastened to both, her wrists and ankles. Whatever he had in mind, it wasn't an ordinary fucking. But she obeyed.
The velvet bedspread was soft on her back. And when he fixed the cuffs to her, she tried not to shiver or cry out. He fastened her wrists over her head to a ring mounted in the wall. Looking up, she could see how this pulled her tits almost flat on her body. Her nipples looked like two fried eggs.
It was terrible. But the view wasn't there for long.
The other cuffs went onto her ankles and then the man bent her double fixing her legs to the same ring where her hands were already securely chained.
She was bent double, her cunt widely exposed to the man's every carnal desire.
'Good. Now, slave, get your cunt all juiced up for my cock.'
The way he said it, it was as if he figured she could summon up her cunt oils on demand. It wasn't that easy. But she was his slave and he expected her to deliver whatever he requested. It was that simple – for the man.
Then he was on her, his chest pressing down hard into the bottoms of her thighs. This forced her legs down into her tits. She felt as if she were being permanently folded in the belly.
His cock sought and found her dry cunt. But it didn't stay dry for long. Regardless of what he did to her, he was a fine cocksman. He could use that prick better than any man she'd ever found. This was why she would have considered being his mistress – minus all the chains and whips.
But he wasn't going to give her the chance. He had purchased her fair and square. She was his slave.
He didn't need her cooperation. He could take whatever he wanted from her. And that seemed to be the way he preferred it. A man as rich and powerful as he was could have had any woman. And once in bed with him hand his pussy pleaser, any woman would have wanted to stay.
If only he didn't want to tie her up before he fucked her!
His cock drove into her snatch – hard. She shuddered with the impact of his groin against hers. He started a tiny circular motion that ground their crotches together. She was sobbing now from arousal. Her cunt was coming alive with desire.
She wanted that cock to really fuck her.
To hell with being tied up, bent double, humiliated. What she wanted was so simple. Cock!
'Fuck me good, master, I want it so baddddddd!'
'Of course I'll fuck you good, you stupid bitch. Your master is supreme at this! Every time is good!'
She couldn't argue with him. The words wouldn't form on her lips. Breath coming harder, she felt her tits rubbing against her upper thighs. Every time he fucked into her gaping cunt, he pressed her legs down onto her nipples. The tiny little nubbins were soon hard and erect with excited blood.
And the friction in her pussy was burning her up! This was the way fucking should be all the time!
Her entire body was slowly coming alive, responding to the man's powerful strokes deep into her cunt. She tensed her pussy walls around his cock to let him know how much she cared for him, how much she wanted to please him. She felt his prick dance with joy as it drove ever farther into her belly.
She was succeeding!
Her legs were beginning to hurt but she ignored them. The stay with Mr. Valentine had turned her into something of an acrobat. She could bend herself into a pretzel now and not really feel too much strain. She was limber now than ever before.
And she needed it for some of the weird positions he demanded that they fuck in.
The cock seared into her gripping cunt. The man grunted in surprise as her entire cunt convulsed with orgasm. The friction of his cock against her cunt walls had set off the ultimate human response. As the orgasm ripped through her, she was moaning loudly.
'So nice, I love this! So good, that cock! So niiiice!'
He fucked harder. Each inward thrust rocked her back onto her shoulders. Bent double as she was, chain around her neck and hands and feet fled together over her head, she found that the feelings caused by the fucking were even more intense. The girl had been learning to use all the pain and discomfort as a comparison for the wondrous feelings of his cock delving hard into her pussy.
She came again.
And this seemed to upset Mr. Valentine.
He began fucking hot with the wild need of a man denied sex for months and months. His cock threatened to burn her cunt walls up. And still she loved the feel of his prick surging into her cunt. He could fuck her all day like this and she would only beg for more.
This was so much better than having him string her up and fuck her as she swung to and fro. Or making her bark like a dog. That degraded her more than she cared to admit. Yet, she had come to like those horrible things while she had been captive here.
She was beginning to get off in a big way on the degradation he was so expert at handing out to her. Even the ropes and chains binding her to posts and beds were at the point of turning her on.
It was sexy being tied up, then fucked. She was discovering entire new vistas to her personality. The girl was actually looking forward to the sessions with Mr. Valentine that didn't cause her excruciating pain.
And even those, at times…
'What's wrong with you?' he bellowed.
'Hmmmm?' she dreamily replied. 'Wrong? Nothing, master. Your slave is just lusting after more of your prick. Fuck me faster!'
'Fuck you faster! Goddamn!'
Her cunt was suddenly empty as he pulled out. She felt a cool breeze caress her rigid cunt lips and then she began to shiver. Not knowing what she had said to infuriate the man, she decided to say nothing more.
'You claim to like this to make me angry, is that it? I'll show you, you stupid cunt!'
He quickly unfastened her wrists and ankles.
The pain gouging into her belly was almost enough to give her cramps, but she kept her muscle spasms under control. She had to if she wanted to escape the torment of the long whip he was uncurling from the wall.
She jumped, but not soon enough to avoid the painful lash of the whip across her upper arm. She cringed at the pain, bit back a loud outcry of rage, then rolled to avoid the second lash already singing through the air.
This licked lightly over her ass as she scampered to the other side of the round bed. But the man was furious. She knew that nothing would appease him short of blood.
Then he seemed to calm and the storm clouds in his face hardened into something more brutal, mote calculating.
'Stand still, slave,' he commanded.
Something made the teenager obey. Never in her eighteen years had she heard a man use that tone of voice to a woman. This wasn't going to be pretty, but she could guess what her fate might be if she disobeyed him flow.
The whip lashed, through the air and lightly touched her belly. There was almost no sting. Her white skin turned a rosy color, then quickly went back to normal. By then, the whip was dancing through the air, a sinuous length looking more like a living creature than a whip of harsh leather.
The tip cut through one of the frilly bands on her garter belt. Then another and another was cut. Finally Mr. Valentine's whip cut the frilly lace of the garter belt itself. From around her waist, the garter belt fluttered to the floor.
'Don't move,' the man cautioned her again. It was obvious he was getting a charge from his little expertise with the whip. She could see his hardon jerking lustily in front of his crotch. The man was actually getting off on this in a big way.
She almost expected him to jerk off while he was wielding the whip. But he didn't touch his prick. He was too intent on the girl's frightened face, the way she cringed with every snap of his whip.
He began stripping off the mesh stockings from her legs. And his aim wasn't as good – or he was deliberately inflicting pain now. Each time the leather caressed her leg, it took a little bigger bite from her soft flesh. Streams of blood oozed up from the welts on her creamy skinned legs and began dribbling down her
