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JESSICA’S ABDUCTION… Part six
The bedroom door quietly opens, the submissive enters. Stepping toward the bed, she stops at its edge, faces him from across the mattress, from Jessica’s backside. He glances across the mattress, nods.
Jessica, oblivious to the other woman, continues to boarder on frustration as she can’t control her raw emotions, her seemingly animalistic sexual desire, rutting the bed, forcing her breasts into his hand as she feels as if her body’s betraying her.
Directing his attention toward Jessica, staring directly into her eyes, he softly speaks. “Jessica… I told you I had a reward for you… I wouldn’t punish these tits… This ass!… I’m not.” He smiles, adds as he motions the submissive around the bed. “She is!… Amy is!… During this session you will address her as Mistress…. Understand?”
Having jerked to a stop, freezing on the bed, Jessica’s obviously startled, as out of the corner of her eye, she sees the submissive step around, completely naked herself, approach him, raise her right hand outward to receive the crop as he slides it up off the bed.
“A new game today… Jessica… First… I’m going to let her whip your titties for awhile.” He instructs in his familiar tone. “To warm you up… Then you’ll beg her to let you eat her pussy while she whips yours, until she climaxes… “The goal.” He adds. “Is to get her off before your pussy’s to swollen and raw for me to force my cock in… Understand?… Because if that happens… I‘ll just have to let her use the crop’s handle in that tight little asshole instead!”
Wide eyed, glancing at Amy’s attractive, but just as sinister, face smiling, smirking back toward her, crop in one hand, smacking it against the palm of her other, Jessica’s chest pounds. Her sexual desires have suddenly evaporated back into a deep sense of fear, dread. She audibly whimpers, tears welling in her pleading eyes as she glances back toward his expressionless face.
“Now… Maintain that position… Keep those tits pushed out… Or… You’ll find the consequences are ugly.” He admonishes as he steps toward the foot of the bed to savor the exhibition.
“Let’s start!… Okay… Jessica… You may ask Mistress to begin whipping your titties…. Across your bare nipples… Hard… With the crop… Word for word… And exactly as I just stated!… Understand?”
“Oh… Yeh… Yes Sir.” She stutters as she glances again toward him, pleadingly, frightened, her body trembling.
“Then do it… Now!” He scolds. “Now… Let’s go!”
“Oh… Yes…. Okay!… Okay!” She stammers, turns her eyes back toward the woman hovering over her. “Please… Please whip my titties…. Across my nipples.” She moans, trying to think of what to say next, staring directly into those cold, bluish-gray eyes set below the severely tied back, auburn hair. A tear streaking off her cheek, she arches her chest outward, forces her shoulders back, adds. “Across my bare nipples… With… With that crop… Ohhh… Hard… With that crop!… Mistress… Please!” She adds from her scrambled memory.
“Swish… Thwack!!” Springing into action, the woman backhands the crop, her own firm breasts swayin wit, her torso twisting thru the swing. The willowy leather flexes, practically whistles thru the air, the first couple inches of its pointed tip snaps across the very bud of Jessica’s right nipple.
“Aggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Jessica’s body contorts, her spread thighs jerk, a spurt of yellowish urine splashes across the bed sheet as her thrust out breasts slam together, bounce, a speck of blood flicking off the tip of the crop. “Ohhh God!!!!…. Goddd!!!! She blurts, almost gagging, chocking as she feels the nipple stud burying itself into her burning areola.
“Swish… Thwack!!!” A forehand instantly rips across Jessica’s right nipple, stretching her breast sideways as the studs tugged, jerked, entangled with the tip of the flexing crop.
“Aaaaaaggggggghhhhhhhhh!!!!… Aaaaagggghhhhhhhhh!!!” Blood curdling screams echo thru the room as Jessica slams backward onto the mattress, her knees buckling, ankles out toward her sides.
Her contorting body, covered in perspiration, spasms as specks of blood spurt from her ravaged nipple, spraying across her flexing, hallowed stomach, ribcage. Her tear drenched face twists, her brown eyes, glazing over, pleadingly gazes toward him.
Amy smirks, her eyes narrowing, her naked, athletic body already glistening as she rapidly prepares for another assault on Jessica’s bare, quivering body even as she’s sprawled on her back. Stepping forward, thigh muscles, arm muscles rippling. “Swish!!!” Overhand, much like swatting a fly, the whip curls downward, perfectly centered between her sweat drenched thighs! “Thwack!” The tip of the crop embeds itself across her pubic mound, the shaft disappearing inside the puffy labia lips engulfing the leather as it strikes the gold clit stud, dead center!
“Ggggggggaaaaaaaadddddddddddd!!!! Bouncing, rocking, swaying, Jessica’s naked body gyrates, bucks across the mattress, legs reflexively crossing, pressing together. She twists, rolls completely over, her body slamming against the headboard, flattening her breasts against the wooden surface, her fingers flexing, digging into the palms of her shackled hands behind her neck.
He stares, almost transfixed at the brutality of the rapid blows. Their surprising severity has startled even him. Collecting him self, he glares toward Amy, catches her glance as Jessica, on her side, shakes, practically convulsing on the soaked mattress. Amy’s eyes immediately change expression as his look sends a chill up her spine. Her raised right arm stops, her hand slowly lowers with the whip.
“Enough!” He states, in a low, very low, deliberate voice. Holding out his right hand, he restrains himself. “Enough… Hand me that Amy… Hands behind your head… What the Hell’s the matter with you?!!”… Open wide.” He scolds, grabbing, sliding the crop horizontally toward her mouth. “Hold it there… To the chamber!.” He sinisterly adds while staring directly into the submissive’s widening eyes as he forces the crop between her lips. “Follow me!”
Instantly obeying, lowering her eyes, her body seems to shrink as she takes a couple of slow steps behind him. Clamping firmly onto the crop, she steps thru the door as he opens it. Fingers locked behind her neck, breasts swaying, crop tightly clinched between her teeth, she briskly trots down the hall, her firm body glistening under the ceiling lights.
Shutting the door, stepping beside the bed, he sits, slides the palm of his hand across Jessica’s still fluttering stomach while rolling her onto her back. Her face, turned toward the headboard, is hidden from his sight as he leans closer, toward her ravaged breasts. Touching the gold studs, one at a time on her quivering, oozing nipples, his emotions are mixed, somewhat foreign to him as he listens to her whimpers. He feels an actual sense of what must be considered sympathy, a reaction he’s practically unaccustomed to.
Continuing his inspection, he spreads her sweating, twitching legs apart. He’s relived. Luckily, as painful as those blows were to her, it appears the physical damage to her flesh is relatively minimal. From experience he knows that in a few days and she’ll be fine.
So much for that stupid ass emotion he just had, he thinks to himself. Sliding his hand slowly back and forth across her twitching hip, he debates if he still wants to fuck her now. Just the idea of having to think about it is irritating. His thoughts center on Amy.
That submissive will have to pay the price for fucking up this session. The thoughts flash thru his mind just how she’s going to be punished for this shit. After all, this was to be more psychological then physical… A good whipping, spanking, sex…. Damn, no cuts, scars, permanent damage, nothing brutal. It’s irritating to have to worry about ruining, even damaging a body as perfect as this. After all, the repairs can be expensive, especially with the type doctors it’s necessary to deal with.
Standing, he grabs the end of the chain connected to the head board, secures it to her chocker collar. Leaning over her side, he kisses her across a tear streaking off her cheek, turns, flicks off the light, walks thru the door toward the chamber.
Jessica, tears still building in her swollen eyes, tries to glance down toward her pulsing breasts. The collar presses against her chin as her eyes squint, stare down over the black leather’s edge. She can barely catch a glimpse of her burning nipples as the silhouette of her swaying breasts poke up in sight as she painfully thrusts them upward. The nipple studs are practically concealed as they’re covered in the quickly crusting mixture of blood and sweat smearing her chest. Tilting her head back onto the pillow, she realizes it’s useless to try to catch a peek of her battered clit with the collar forcing her head up. Judging from the pain, she can only imagine it couldn’t be in any better shape then her nipples.
End Part Six.
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