Gratified by your innate comprehension of both your status and circumstance, the merciless blows rained down upon the curves of your pert ass by my flat palm ease slightly. Pausing to admire my handiwork, the crimson blush of criss-crossed welts staining your otherwise alabaster skin, marking you unmistakeably as a whore... Leaning in alongside your bent-over form as you pant and bite your lip at the mingled pain and pleasure, I grip your hair in my fist, tugging suddenly to throw your face into full view under the dull light. "Pretty little thing, aren't you? A pretty little slut? I'll see you don't get ideas above your station. After all, you must know that a whore is only good for one thing." Spanking your already-raw ass for emphasis, I notice a characteristic moan belying your yelps and squeals. The ripe cleave of your ass, plunging in so feminine a way to the apex of your legs, quivers in a delicious fashion as you give in to the sensation, once more under the spell of these intense collisions. Without warning, I kick apart the taut length of your thighs, forcing you forward to expose your now glistening cunt, engorged and unfurled like an orchid. The musky, potent scent of sex assails me as I slide a single finger across the bruised and glowing expanse of your ass, down to tease first the blossoming bud of your clit, smiling sardonically as you keen and hum, communicating your enthralment by the subtle pressure against my hand as you push back gently against my intruding digit. Drawing it upward, skirting the moist darkness of your cunt, tantalising your womanly vault, before my slick finger comes to rest on the tight pink pucker of your asshole. Pleasingly, it gives under the insistent probing, and I make a mental note to seek the limits of its resistance. Beckoning now to my companion, displaying for her your stretched out form, your jaw slack, eyes rolled back with pleasure and concentration, skin marked from extensive punishment, asshole tested and stretched, cunt slick and dripping with your juices. "Ask her what she needs", I suggest. Moving close to reveal her trim, leatherclad figure and long, red hair, all vestigial hopes for female compassion are blown away with a swift crack from her horsewhip, catching you squarely across the well-spanked slopes of your ass. "Well? Speak up, bitch!"
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She submits to strangers...
- Thread starter Alex24M
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Julie
I shiver as I crouch on all fours, feeling the cold rough floor against my hands and knees. My red shoulder-long hair is messy and tousled, and my green eyes lowered to the floor. Oh the shame, the humiliation that comes with this pose... and yet... I crave it... it is what I need... it was is proper place. I gasp, pant, moan softly as I await Your hand...
"AHHH!"
The cry as He spanks me comes out loud and piercing.
SLAP!
"AOOOW!"
Slap after slap, cry after cry. And between the cries my wanton moans. Oh gods yes. Hit me you bastard. Harder. Make me scream. ohh yess..... harder...
"Owww!"
"Pretty little thing, aren't you? A pretty little slut? I'll see you don't get ideas above your station. After all, you must know that a whore is only good for one thing."
"Ahh...y-yes Master...AHH!"
Pain... breathlesness... sweat... why did you stop? Why don't you keep spanking your whore? I need it!
"Ahh!"
As you kick my legs apart, I almost collapse... my wet cunt exposed to you, so you can smell my arousal... it's all yours... take it...
"Mmm yess..."
Ohh your fingers feel so good inside me... I start humping back...gasping, moaning wantonly... make me your bitch...
No... noo don't take them away again... fuck me...mm...my asshole? Ohh yes you know how to teat a whore, don't you...
"Ahhhh..."
Pain... and lust... both in that cry...as I feel you invade me... And then you move aside... for the first time I truly see your companion...
My heart hammers a little faster. A woman! I'm finally going to be taken by a woman as well... to truly experience all sides of being a slaveslut...
My eyes fixed on her leather-clad, awe-inspiring form, hardly hearing your question...
CRACK!
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
Ohh gods.... a horsewhip...ohh the pain.... I'm hardly able to remain crouching...
"Ahh...haa....I...I need to be taken... to be show my place...to be made your whore...Mistress...Master..."
I shiver as I crouch on all fours, feeling the cold rough floor against my hands and knees. My red shoulder-long hair is messy and tousled, and my green eyes lowered to the floor. Oh the shame, the humiliation that comes with this pose... and yet... I crave it... it is what I need... it was is proper place. I gasp, pant, moan softly as I await Your hand...
"AHHH!"
The cry as He spanks me comes out loud and piercing.
SLAP!
"AOOOW!"
Slap after slap, cry after cry. And between the cries my wanton moans. Oh gods yes. Hit me you bastard. Harder. Make me scream. ohh yess..... harder...
"Owww!"
"Pretty little thing, aren't you? A pretty little slut? I'll see you don't get ideas above your station. After all, you must know that a whore is only good for one thing."
"Ahh...y-yes Master...AHH!"
Pain... breathlesness... sweat... why did you stop? Why don't you keep spanking your whore? I need it!
"Ahh!"
As you kick my legs apart, I almost collapse... my wet cunt exposed to you, so you can smell my arousal... it's all yours... take it...
"Mmm yess..."
Ohh your fingers feel so good inside me... I start humping back...gasping, moaning wantonly... make me your bitch...
No... noo don't take them away again... fuck me...mm...my asshole? Ohh yes you know how to teat a whore, don't you...
"Ahhhh..."
Pain... and lust... both in that cry...as I feel you invade me... And then you move aside... for the first time I truly see your companion...
My heart hammers a little faster. A woman! I'm finally going to be taken by a woman as well... to truly experience all sides of being a slaveslut...
My eyes fixed on her leather-clad, awe-inspiring form, hardly hearing your question...
CRACK!
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
Ohh gods.... a horsewhip...ohh the pain.... I'm hardly able to remain crouching...
"Ahh...haa....I...I need to be taken... to be show my place...to be made your whore...Mistress...Master..."
Welcome, Julie...
A shrill peal of mocking laughter breaks the dour, intense atmosphere of the room, as your new tormentor throws back her head, tossing back a mane of lustrous red hair and you feel a wet splash against your raw and abused ass, a rivulet of saliva streaming down across your skin. Your cheeks burn with the humiliation, feeling her scorn as viscerally as a fire, knowing she considers you a worthless object, fit only to be spat upon… “The honour of possession is granted only to those of the highest calibre, little whore. You are far from proving your worth, and we have considerable doubts regarding your suitability, good-for-nothing bitch that you are.”
He speaks, his commanding voice ringing out clearly, appealing to something deep within her, striking chords and resonances untouched by her experiences thus far. “A whore must learn to submit her will entirely to those of her betters. Her pleasures, and indeed her pain, are fit only for entertainment and amusement, and her attention and enthusiasm are expected to be focused wholly upon the tasks set her by Master and Mistress. She is to know no better fulfilment than to have completed those activities entrusted her to the satisfaction of those in command. Show us what you’re made of, slut…”
Sharply drawn back from her reverie to the thrill and threat of reality, a streak of pain and pressure sears its existence on her consciousness, and the crack of the horsewhip is heard, colliding sweetly with the tender flesh of her exposed ass. Taken by surprise, unable to contain the physical shock of the assault, she is involuntarily jerked upright. Standing tall now, her face a distorted rictus as she struggles for control, her muscles tense. She quivers, afraid and yet anticipating the next touch, the possible modes of contact playing through her head, a high-speed collage of her innermost fantasies, now uncensored even by her sense of dignity, her independence fading. She is obtusely aware of their presence, prowling like great cats around her, inspecting her like so much fresh meat. She barely dares to breath, though her pulse races. A bead of sweat plays frustratingly in the corner of her eye. She knows that her arousal is evident, her body betraying all fleeting instinct to self-preservation. Her thighs are moist, and she feels about to overflow with lust.
They are upon her again. Too fast for her to monitor her reactions she feels a tug as her hair is gathered in his fist, she is pulled forward, and the prick of a stiletto heel against the firmness of her ass forces her down. Her head is held back, and for a second her gaze meets his. His eyes are steely, giving away nothing, calculating and assessing her, the eyes of a snake before it strikes its prey. She feels a thrill, against all better judgement, and is in turn frightened and aroused by this prospect. Chastened, she lowers her eyes to drift down his well-toned figure, and she knows her duty as his cock appears in her field of vision, rigid and thickly veined. Recognizing a task within her body of expertise, her pounding heart slows momentarily. Her relief is replaced with apprehension as she feels the oiled handle of the horsewhip against the tightly clenched aperture of her asshole. Abject horror floods her mind as she processes its size, its width and length. What she is to do. Has she a choice? Though her instinct is to flee, she cannot force herself away. She is compelled, and reconciles herself to her task…
A shrill peal of mocking laughter breaks the dour, intense atmosphere of the room, as your new tormentor throws back her head, tossing back a mane of lustrous red hair and you feel a wet splash against your raw and abused ass, a rivulet of saliva streaming down across your skin. Your cheeks burn with the humiliation, feeling her scorn as viscerally as a fire, knowing she considers you a worthless object, fit only to be spat upon… “The honour of possession is granted only to those of the highest calibre, little whore. You are far from proving your worth, and we have considerable doubts regarding your suitability, good-for-nothing bitch that you are.”
He speaks, his commanding voice ringing out clearly, appealing to something deep within her, striking chords and resonances untouched by her experiences thus far. “A whore must learn to submit her will entirely to those of her betters. Her pleasures, and indeed her pain, are fit only for entertainment and amusement, and her attention and enthusiasm are expected to be focused wholly upon the tasks set her by Master and Mistress. She is to know no better fulfilment than to have completed those activities entrusted her to the satisfaction of those in command. Show us what you’re made of, slut…”
Sharply drawn back from her reverie to the thrill and threat of reality, a streak of pain and pressure sears its existence on her consciousness, and the crack of the horsewhip is heard, colliding sweetly with the tender flesh of her exposed ass. Taken by surprise, unable to contain the physical shock of the assault, she is involuntarily jerked upright. Standing tall now, her face a distorted rictus as she struggles for control, her muscles tense. She quivers, afraid and yet anticipating the next touch, the possible modes of contact playing through her head, a high-speed collage of her innermost fantasies, now uncensored even by her sense of dignity, her independence fading. She is obtusely aware of their presence, prowling like great cats around her, inspecting her like so much fresh meat. She barely dares to breath, though her pulse races. A bead of sweat plays frustratingly in the corner of her eye. She knows that her arousal is evident, her body betraying all fleeting instinct to self-preservation. Her thighs are moist, and she feels about to overflow with lust.
They are upon her again. Too fast for her to monitor her reactions she feels a tug as her hair is gathered in his fist, she is pulled forward, and the prick of a stiletto heel against the firmness of her ass forces her down. Her head is held back, and for a second her gaze meets his. His eyes are steely, giving away nothing, calculating and assessing her, the eyes of a snake before it strikes its prey. She feels a thrill, against all better judgement, and is in turn frightened and aroused by this prospect. Chastened, she lowers her eyes to drift down his well-toned figure, and she knows her duty as his cock appears in her field of vision, rigid and thickly veined. Recognizing a task within her body of expertise, her pounding heart slows momentarily. Her relief is replaced with apprehension as she feels the oiled handle of the horsewhip against the tightly clenched aperture of her asshole. Abject horror floods her mind as she processes its size, its width and length. What she is to do. Has she a choice? Though her instinct is to flee, she cannot force herself away. She is compelled, and reconciles herself to her task…
I sob softly as she spits on me, reminding me of my true place. Whore is too flattering a word for me. I'm just a sex-craving think, worthless unless I'm formed... oh thank you for giving me a chance Master...
My mind absorbs every word you say... knowing you speak the truth... the fire in my cunt grows stronger... I need to be taught, to be made a proper whore... oh please oh please oh please take me... both of you...
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!"
Ohh...the pain... gods the pain... I need more... whip me... whip me like the slut I am... please Mistress... mmmm....
Nothing... just their footsteps... oh gods... please don't leave now...
And then you grab me. I yelp out in pain as I am pushed forward, my breath catching as I feel the heel against my ass. As your eyes fix mine, my fate is sealed. I belong to you, my only purpose is to be your whore...
I lower my eyes like a good little slave... and gasp softly as your hard shaft comes into view. I slowly lean forward, gently licking the tip... and then I engulf it into my lips, sucking oin it hungrily. My wanton moans vibrate against your flash as I massage it with my tongue.
But then I feel the whip against my ass. I falter a second, before continuing to suck like a good whore, but my heart is racing, my eyes wide. Gods, it's too large. it'll split me apart, it...
It is what you want, Mistress.
And what you want is what your whore wants.
My mind absorbs every word you say... knowing you speak the truth... the fire in my cunt grows stronger... I need to be taught, to be made a proper whore... oh please oh please oh please take me... both of you...
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!"
Ohh...the pain... gods the pain... I need more... whip me... whip me like the slut I am... please Mistress... mmmm....
Nothing... just their footsteps... oh gods... please don't leave now...
And then you grab me. I yelp out in pain as I am pushed forward, my breath catching as I feel the heel against my ass. As your eyes fix mine, my fate is sealed. I belong to you, my only purpose is to be your whore...
I lower my eyes like a good little slave... and gasp softly as your hard shaft comes into view. I slowly lean forward, gently licking the tip... and then I engulf it into my lips, sucking oin it hungrily. My wanton moans vibrate against your flash as I massage it with my tongue.
But then I feel the whip against my ass. I falter a second, before continuing to suck like a good whore, but my heart is racing, my eyes wide. Gods, it's too large. it'll split me apart, it...
It is what you want, Mistress.
And what you want is what your whore wants.
Please proceed, Nymph...
Sensing the unspoken shift in her emotions, the subtle shift toward submission, his lips curl toward a crooked sneer. His cold eyes gleaming as they take in the sight of her mouth open wide, slowly devouring his cock, inching forward as she buries it deeper within her warm and inviting confines of her throat. Her tongue lashes across his most sensitive skin, attentive and eager in her attention to the task…
Her eyes open wide, and a stifled cry escapes her stuffed throat. Her master and mistress share a conspiratorial chuckle as her ass gives ever so slightly against the insistent force of the whip’s broad handle. Its slick, oiled surface straining against the coiled musculature of her ass, an even application of force counteracting her physical reticence, allowing a certain, irrevocable forward motion. She is spread wide, open and willing, daring not to neglect her obligations, as the solid shaft thrust in the mouth reminds so viscerally… She must bear through it, perform like a high calibre whore, and learn not merely to endure, but to enjoy.
Sensing the unspoken shift in her emotions, the subtle shift toward submission, his lips curl toward a crooked sneer. His cold eyes gleaming as they take in the sight of her mouth open wide, slowly devouring his cock, inching forward as she buries it deeper within her warm and inviting confines of her throat. Her tongue lashes across his most sensitive skin, attentive and eager in her attention to the task…
Her eyes open wide, and a stifled cry escapes her stuffed throat. Her master and mistress share a conspiratorial chuckle as her ass gives ever so slightly against the insistent force of the whip’s broad handle. Its slick, oiled surface straining against the coiled musculature of her ass, an even application of force counteracting her physical reticence, allowing a certain, irrevocable forward motion. She is spread wide, open and willing, daring not to neglect her obligations, as the solid shaft thrust in the mouth reminds so viscerally… She must bear through it, perform like a high calibre whore, and learn not merely to endure, but to enjoy.
Mmm... your cock tastes so good Master... yes... let me savour its taste, and so endure the pain your whore has deserved...
The tip of my tongue slides along beneath the rim of your heaf before sliding down your massive length... mmm... til it fills my throat. I'm good enough of a whore not to gag, but to suckle gently, slowly building up my rythm as my lips press hard against your shaft and start to slide up and down, all the while bathing it lavishly with my tongue.
And ever and again my loud moans of pain vibrating sensuously against your skin, while my ass is violated.... ahhhh....the pain...gods the pain.... yes... yes Mistress...more, please...
The tip of my tongue slides along beneath the rim of your heaf before sliding down your massive length... mmm... til it fills my throat. I'm good enough of a whore not to gag, but to suckle gently, slowly building up my rythm as my lips press hard against your shaft and start to slide up and down, all the while bathing it lavishly with my tongue.
And ever and again my loud moans of pain vibrating sensuously against your skin, while my ass is violated.... ahhhh....the pain...gods the pain.... yes... yes Mistress...more, please...
Revelling in the debauched scene, his hand stroked her cheek condescendingly, the tenderness of his gesture designed only to offset the brutality of his tight grip on her bunched and twisted hair, manoeuvred skilfully to encourage and advance her movements forward onto the length of his cock. The force of his will was constant and evident, an omnipresent reminder of her status, daring her to falter, to perform one iota below that which was expected of her. She inched forward at his urging, valiantly attempting to fit his burgeoning shaft inside her painfully widened mouth and throat, tears forming involuntarily in her eyes from the effort…
Her mind divided between the necessity of conscious action and the temptation simply to give in to the sensation of her ass stretched taut and invaded by the unrelenting solid mass of the whip handle, its polished wooden surface probing the depths of her most private, formerly inviolate place. Shivers of an unforeseen and unexpected pleasure rippling through her nether regions as though from an earthquake. Feeling it now plumbing the depths of her, her mistress pausing to allow her the fleeting satisfaction of fullness before withdrawing it, allowing a vacuum, a want, to develop in her, needing it now, that sense of her purpose and being. Seeking to be filled, no matter the degradation, willing even to undergo the self-denial and pain for the transfiguration of her humiliation to divine and Babylonian dimensions of whoredom.
Smiling now, such as she is able, her heart lifting with a sense of duty fulfilled as her mistress’ fingernails are felt, scratching deeply across the soft, smooth skin of her already-raw ass, contemplating the welts they will leave as tokens and signs of her use, for others to witness as evidence of her position as slave, slut and more.
Her mind divided between the necessity of conscious action and the temptation simply to give in to the sensation of her ass stretched taut and invaded by the unrelenting solid mass of the whip handle, its polished wooden surface probing the depths of her most private, formerly inviolate place. Shivers of an unforeseen and unexpected pleasure rippling through her nether regions as though from an earthquake. Feeling it now plumbing the depths of her, her mistress pausing to allow her the fleeting satisfaction of fullness before withdrawing it, allowing a vacuum, a want, to develop in her, needing it now, that sense of her purpose and being. Seeking to be filled, no matter the degradation, willing even to undergo the self-denial and pain for the transfiguration of her humiliation to divine and Babylonian dimensions of whoredom.
Smiling now, such as she is able, her heart lifting with a sense of duty fulfilled as her mistress’ fingernails are felt, scratching deeply across the soft, smooth skin of her already-raw ass, contemplating the welts they will leave as tokens and signs of her use, for others to witness as evidence of her position as slave, slut and more.
Deeper and deeper I take his shaft, letting it fill my throat inch by inch, lips pressed tightly against it, tongue lavishly caressing every inch, my wanton moans vibrating as my hot breath blows across his sensitive skin. Mmm what a sweet taste for a whore... what a delicious task for me...
Pain enters my moans sharply as my ass is further invaded. Oh gods... the agony... ohh... yess Mistress, thank you for filling your whore. I push me ass back against the whip-handle, even as I groan in pain around Master's cock... the sensation clouds my mind...
And suddenly it is gone again. No... please... please fill me again, please fuck your needy whore's little ass...
Iwhimper softly as I continue to suckle eagerly on Master's cock... shuddering as I feel Mistress's fingernails... sobbing softly as I accept my place as their painslut... their whoretoy...
Pain enters my moans sharply as my ass is further invaded. Oh gods... the agony... ohh... yess Mistress, thank you for filling your whore. I push me ass back against the whip-handle, even as I groan in pain around Master's cock... the sensation clouds my mind...
And suddenly it is gone again. No... please... please fill me again, please fuck your needy whore's little ass...
Iwhimper softly as I continue to suckle eagerly on Master's cock... shuddering as I feel Mistress's fingernails... sobbing softly as I accept my place as their painslut... their whoretoy...
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