"On your feet or on your knees," he commanded.
Vicki slowly, painfully, stood. It seemed better to her if she could almost look him square in the eyes. She was tall for a girl – almost five seven – but he towered above her. He was gaunt and almost looked like a skeleton. A six foot skeleton.
But she knew that some parts of his body were fleshy. That prick of his hadn't been made of bone when she had started sucking on it in the car. And she knew she could wear him out. He'd come in her cunt. She could still feel the sticky white jism leaking from between her pussy lips and going down the inside of her leg.
"What now master?"
"I don't like naked women. Not the ones as ugly as you. Go to the closet and put on black stockings and a garter belt. I want to see those long legs of yours sheathed in black nylon."
Vicki didn't like the idea of turning her back on the man, yet she had no other choice. The chain prevented her from moving freely. She went to the closet and opened the door. Inside were row upon row of gorgeous gowns. All expensive. She knew this closet full of clothes alone would have supported him for a year in a big city. It was even more apparent to her that money meant nothing to her Mr. Valentine.
"Down on the floor."
She started to turn and look at the man but the chain caught at her throat. She simply dropped to her knees and rummaged around until she found the black mesh stockings and a frilly garter belt. She'd never worn one before but it was both obvious and simple how to wear it.
She stepped into it and settled the lacy belt into place. Then she put on first one then the other of the mesh stockings. They were cool and silky against her skin. She stroked up and down them a few times, wrinkling them so she could smooth them again.
"Stop stalling," he barked.
She sighed. It was such a drag being a prisoner like this. And from the way her cunt ached from his dry humping, it was going to get worse. This was simply one more thing against Mr. Valentine. He could take his pleasure with her, but she hadn't gotten off.
The sexual pressures building inside her were so potent they would have to be released soon or she'd go mad with desire. And she wasn't really sure that her new master would be so kind as to fuck her again.
She fastened the tops of the stockings to the garter belt, then stood. Looking at herself in the wall mirror, the teenager suddenly whistled in surprise.
Standing there, looking back, wasn't a young eighteen year old girl. It was a woman. A lush, ripe fully mature woman. The black stockings made that apparent to her.
"Very well, NOW that you've finished putting them on, come here!"
She turned and felt a cold lump form in the pit of her stomach. He was standing beside the bed, the long whip curling and uncurling beside him as he flicked his wrist.
"You can't do that!"
The whip sang. And then it touched her arm with such an obscenely soft caress that she almost fainted dead away. There was no pain, just surprise. And at that, the man laughed harshly.
"When I wish you pain, you will feel pain. Real pain! I am the master of pain! And don't you forget it! Now come here!"
He yanked on the whip handle and she went sailing across the room. The leather band had tightened miraculously to the point where it was like a handcuff on her wrist.
She stumbled and fell at his feet. This seemed to please him. He said, "My shoes are dirty. Lick them clean!"
She started to rebel, then from the corner of her eye she saw the long whip moving slowly back and forth as if barely restrained. She knew he would love to beat her until the flesh hung in tatters from her body.
The girl wouldn't give him that pleasure.
She licked all the dust from his shoes.
Just as she was finishing with his left shoe, he took a step back. She cringed in anticipation of the whip lashing out and dancing across her naked back.
The blow never came. Instead, his voice echoed in her ears, "You didn't lick fast enough. I gave you your chance to please me and you failed. What should your punishment be?"
She didn't want to answer. But when the whip cracked loudly in the air just above her head, she stammered out, "I… I don't know, master! Please spare me!"
"Spare you?" he roared. "Of all the ridiculous things! Spare you! I am going to whip you!"
She felt the sting even as she heard a hard wooden rod singing through the air. The pain shot into her ass and made her moan in pain. This was too much. But the rod descended on her ass again and again. She tried to roll and avoid the punishment.
The chain fastened to her dog collar prevented it. And then, when she came to her hands and knees again, she experienced the first real pain since she had been in Mr. Valentine's grips.
The wooden rod sang through the air to smash across her pussy lips. No longer was he beating her on the fleshy ass. He was driving each and every blow between her asscheeks so the rod would hit her exposed and drooling cunt lips.
And yes, her pussy lips were already wet with desire. The stinging blow had made them come more alive than the girl had ever felt before. She'd mistakenly thought only fucking could make her cunt drool with desire. She was wrong.
The blow landing on her labia made them sting and smart. The blood, however, rushing into them confused her body. The glands inside her twat began churning out the thick oils to lubricate her cunt for fucking. Blood engorged pussy lips equaled fucking.
And Mr. Valentine made sure her cunt lips were adequately stimulated. By the time he was panting and his arm tired, her cunt lips were covered with ugly red welts. And her ass was completely criss-crossed with the red lines showing where every blow had landed. He looked at his handiwork for a moment, then snarled, "Get ready, slut, for your master is going to fuck your asshole!"
"No, please, no! Not after you've whipped my bottom like that! I… I'm still so sore!"
But she knew her argument was only spurring him on. He dropped behind her again and this time his hands pressed firmly into her tortured assflesh. She moaned and then howled in pain as he began kneading the soft, brutalized ass. He took one asscheek in each hand and began rotating it.
The girl thought he was trying to pull those doughy mounds of flesh from her body. He was rotating one clockwise. The other was being jerked in the opposite direction.
She wanted to die but she knew he would never allow it. Her master wouldn't get as much thrill from her death as he would from fucking a living, tortured ass.
"Stop it! I… hurrrrt!"
"That's the idea, slut. You slaves are all alike. You think you can do anything and get away with it. Strict discipline is all you will find while you are in this house!"
Then she felt his prick begin to nudge into her flesh. It surprised her how fast the man had gotten another boner. His cock was a full-sized fucking tool from the way it pressed into her butt.
Then she fell forward onto the floor. The pain in her bottom shot throughout her entire body. As he had fucked into her asshole, she tried to avoid both his driving prick and the feel of his legs moving so roughly against her whipped ass.
She didn't escape for long. Powerful hands slipped under her body and easily lifted her. She wouldn't have believed this tall, skeletal man would have been possessed of such strength.
And he wanted to fuck her ass. Nothing less would do for her master now that the thought had entered his mind.
He pulled her to a kneeling position again and bent her body forward until she was supporting herself on her hands once more. He was fucking in the exact same position as he had earlier.
The only difference was where his cock probed. He was heading into her anus this time.
She remembered what it had been like when he had fucked her dry cunt. She shuddered at wondering what it might be like when he drove his long, hard prick into her dry asshole. He could tear her apart. He could make her bleed to death from torn inner membrane.
And he was capable of all that and more.
The chain around her neck was threatening to choke her again. The girl tried to maneuver around so she would be in a little better position. He prevented it.
She felt the thick purpled glands of his prick spread apart her anal sphincter muscle. The tight anus had been denying him entry up her back. But her asshole surrendered to Mr. Valentine's pressure.
The cock surged all the way up her back when the anus simply relaxed. She screamed out, "Aiieee!" as the pain filled her and threatened to drive her mad.
She had been possessed of a large amount of sexual tension in her body. He drove it all out. Nothing but pain remained in the young girl's body. And he was fucking her ass, making sure his cock gave her nothing but more pain and discomfort.
The weak feeling in her bowels spread. Her guts turned to water. And then she cried openly. She had been holding it all in trying not to show the man how terrified she was. It no longer mattered. He had to know the full extent of her fear. The way she was shaking was just a beginning at telling him how she loathed him, feared him, hated him.
"So tight! I like my slaves to have tight asses. I love fucking my slaves up the ass!" he bellowed.
And he lustily fucked her butt. The girl was so shaken by now, she didn't know what to do or say. She wanted to enjoy this ass fucking. She usually did in the past. Sometimes, it had hurt – bad – but it was always so nice in the end.
Not now. Not this time.
He was reaming her out good and it hurt as bad as anything Vicki could remember.
"Your ass is hot, too. I love that! And the way your assflesh is on fire! I can feel it seeping into my skin!"
Every word blazed a path to her brain. She knew he was mouthing those words to get to her. If he had been yelling obscenities it wouldn't have been so bad. She could have stood that.
But he seemed to enjoy tormenting her with the cold, almost emotionless words. And he pointed out each and every thing that would hurt her the most if she noticed it.
Like her assflesh. Where he'd whipped her was burning just like he had rubbed a red hot poker over her flesh. It warmed her guts, true, but it also hurt like hell. She wasn't able to think of much else after he had told her how he loved her butt whipped.
And her asshole was so tight due to his huge prick backing into her bowels. She couldn't stand the way he stretched her to the breaking point. But how could she run? She couldn't fight him off. She had that Goddamn dog collar fastened around her neck. And that was chained to a sturdy post beside the bed.
She was his prisoner and he could do anything he wanted with her. She would just have to accept that.
But the pain! The humiliation!
She was sobbing hard even as he butt fucked her. The man was cornholing her with a vengeance now. She felt the heat of his fucking burn into her anus, then spread. It mingled with the heat from her spanked ass and then exploded in a wild frenzy around her cunt.
Gasping for air, she came.
It took her totally by surprise. No matter how brutal he could be to her, she had gotten her rocks off. And that horrified the young girl. She was getting off on this degradation. She was getting a sexual charge out of being whipped and butt fucked!
She found herself hating. And hating not only Mr. Valentine and all he was doing, but herself. She hated herself for loving this, for responding to his brutal attentions.
"You like it, don't you, slave?" he demanded.
All the while he was talking, his cock seared into her asshole. Each thrust shook her teeth, restled her senses, made her long for death, but death wasn't for her. She was going to be fucked until she could no longer bear it.
Mr. Valentine would see to that.
"Admit it, cunt, you like this. Don't you? Don't you?" he repeated.
"Yes, damn you, yes! I do like it!"
She was shocked at her own words. She had thought about lying to appease her master. But as the words gushed from between her lips, she knew she wasn't simply saying all that.
She liked what he was doing to her. She had gotten off on it once and the girl could even feel the beginnings of another come building in her loins.
She more than liked it, she needed it!
"Fuck faster! Burn up my ass with your cock!"
"You didn't call me master!"
She felt the sting of the riding crop across her shoulders. She didn't even want to think how he had dropped the long, ugly whip and picked up the shorter riding crop. He simply had. And he was beating her with it.
Just like she was some race horse. He whipped her on.
"Fuck me, master!" she corrected herself. She was hardly aware that she had said those vile words. She didn't want to call him master. She wanted to mouth obscenities, to tell him what she really thought of him.
But she called him master and demanded he fuck her even more than he was doing.
Her entire world was wrapped around the man's prick driving into her asshole. She tensed up just enough to clamp down on his cock. The man groaned out loud.
This made the teenager feel a surge of pleasure.
She was able to torture the man! She was able to get even with him – but in a totally erotic way. Her asshole tightened like a hangman's noose around the end of his prick.
She felt her muscles spasm once as the strain got to her, but that was all right. She was giving him pleasure. She was giving her pew master all he could handle.
The teenager came again when the riding crop smashed into her shoulders.
Mr. Valentine groaned and then she felt the hot gush of his sperm and semen blasting into her back passage. Her entire rectum was filled with his jism before he finished coming.
The girl wanted to collapse but there was still so much locked up in her tender young body. The sexual tensions had mounted to the point where even a dozen comes wouldn't help her.
And the way her tortured body felt confused her. The pain was nagging and tearing at her consciousness. The way he had beaten her ass raw and then fucked it made her sob in agony.
Still, the way he had fucked that small asshole made up for it. She was afire inside. And it was a good, warm feeling. But most of all, the lashings across her shoulders confused her. They were both good and terrible depending on whether his cock was sliding slickly into her ass or pulling out to leave her empty inside.