Diane must have hung over the chair's back for an hour. The wood cut into her stomach and left a red welt two inches wide. Breathing was becoming more and more difficult. It was as if someone had sandpapered her throat and then forced napalm down her windpipe.
Her tits were even hurting and he hadn't touched them. In the bent-double position, all the blood drained down into them. This made them expand and throb with a life that she hardly felt except when she was sexually aroused.
She kept telling herself she wasn't feeling the least bit aroused over what Matt had done to her. How could she?
He'd tied and raped her. The man was being as brutal as a human could be. He had thrust a candle up her cunt and then lighted it, letting it burn her pussy-lips.
And that had only been the beginning. The way he'd tied her to the chair insured she wasn't going to escape. Her fingers were completely numb. Even if her hands were untied, she wouldn't be able to grasp anything. She would still be helpless for a long time.
Cursing under her breath didn't help. If anything, it added to her frustration. It told her exactly how helpless she was. No matter what the man planned, she was at his mercy. Completely at his mercy. No small whim need be ignored now that he had her a slave.
She'd been thinking about divorce. The thrill had gone out of their sex because she'd found him too easy to dominate. All she had to do was keep the cock hard and the pussy scarce and he'd do anything for her. But he'd caught on after a few days. And she realized that she loved him more now than before.
In spite of all he'd done, she loved him. No man who couldn't dominate her was worthy of her love. But why did he have to hurt her so; she actually was suffering!
She heard the click-click of his heels coming into the room. She turned her head and managed to see his feet. The muscles in the back of her neck refused to obey her command to lift her head. With her forehead pressed into the seat of the chair, her line of sight was severely limited.
As limited as her movement were by the ropes binding her to the chair.
"I'd have thought you could have gotten free by now. I'm disappointed in you," he said.
She didn't answer. What could she say?
"So you're sulking. My, my, we can't have that, can we? Let's all be friends, at least. And more. Yes, definitely, let's be more than simply friends."
"Fuck off," she managed to say.
"Not a bad idea. But my poor cock needs some reviving. I think it would be very nice if you'd do the honors. By sucking my cock back to life."
He kicked out and the chair fell over, taking her with it. She gasped in pain as she slammed hard on the floor. From this position, she could see him perfectly. He towered over her, his limp prick hanging from his pants. His cock was still flecked with white from his prior butt-fucking.
"Like what you see?"
"I hope you fry in hell."
"Not, likely. But I'll put you through hell unless you obey my every command!"
He came to her and rapidly untied her bonds. She thought she would feel relief when those ropes were loosened. She felt nothing but pain. The returning circulation was worse than the lack had been.
She had to cry out in pain and rage. She wanted to take those fingers and claw at him, scratch his eyes out. She could barely flex her fingers.
Before she regained the use of her hands, he had them tied once again, this time behind her back. He stripped off the ropes around her ankles and immediately retied them together, then lashed ankles to wrists so that she was held in a permanent kneeling position.
"On your knees, slut, and suck my cock."
She was still on her side. She didn't want to obey. The candle in her cunt was shooting lances of stark pain into her cunt. From there it blasted hard into her belly and spread like wildfire into the rest of her body. Simply breathing was still the utmost agony for her. The time she'd spent tied over the back of the chair had taken its toll on her stamina and determination.
"On your knees and suck cock!"
His roar made her ears ring. She watched as he pulled the cigarette lighter from his pocket. A quick flick had sent the six-inch pillar of flame shooting towards the ceiling. His face was outlined and it looked more like a skull's head than anything human.
"I'll light the candle again. And with the wick so close to your pussy mound, I might miss. Just a little, you know. But how would you like to smell your own cunt on fire, burning away and you unable to do anything but piss in fright to put it out?"
"I… I'd do anything to stop that!"
"On your knees, then. And call me Master like a good slave should."
"Yes – Master!" Her eyes refused to leave the flame dancing from the top of the lighter. If he decided to apply that to the candle still shoved painfully deep into her pussy, she would faint. The pain on her cunt-lips would assure that.
She vowed to avoid the lighter at all costs. Even if it meant degrading herself by getting to her knees and doing as her master bid her.
"Faster! Faster or you'll feel this!"
He snapped the lighter to flame once again. She struggled, her muscles complaining bitterly of the exertion. Managing to get her knees under her, she rocked forward. This brought her to a kneeling position. With her wrists and ankles tied together the way they were, she couldn't straighten up the way she wanted. It was impossible for her to move forward.
"Come here and suck my prick. NOW!"
"I… I can't move! The ropes! The way you've got me tied, it's not possible!"
"All the time making excuses! Come here immediately or I'll have to severely discipline you!"
The words thrilled her strangely. She had some vague idea what he might do to her and it wouldn't be pleasant. But she felt her cunt beginning to chum again. All around the wax candle came a new flow of her cunt oils. She was getting more and more turned on by the man's words, the promise of pain, than anything else he'd ever done to her.
"Hurry!"
She tried to make as much speed as the ropes would allow her. She tried to arrive when he wanted her. But he told her it wasn't good enough.
"I tire easily of your games, slave!"
He pulled off his belt and smacked it a couple times against his palm. She looked in stark horror at the thick leather strap. It could cut her to ribbons if he used it on her back.
The leather rose and fell. It hit her across the shoulders and her world shattered in red pain. Again and again, he whipped her with the leather strap until she was sure he'd cut all the flesh from her bones.
And then, he said, "You're supposed to be sucking cock. So suck damn you, suck!"
She lifted her head and saw the man's prick was hanging limp just inches above her eyes. She straightened and felt pain shoot into her back and all across her shoulders. She even forgot about the candle in her pussy. That was a pain she'd long since learned to endure. This was more immediate, more intense.
And continuing.
He never missed a stroke as he whipped her. She managed to get her lips to his flaccid cock. She touched it with her wet lips and felt an immediate response. He was able to get aroused quickly. But was it from her wet lips or from the fact he was beating her?
She didn't know. She couldn't even answer why she was getting so hot. Her cunt was beginning to pour out its inner lubricants. Her tits were like over inflated balloons, the nipples throbbing with life. She was more excited than ever before.
Sexually excited and all due to the pain and degradation he was handing out to her.
She couldn't explain it. All she could explain was her longing to suck on the man's prick. That she understood. She could give great head. She would please him as no woman ever had before. That would make him stop whipping her with the leather strap. That would make him pull that Goddamned candle from her churning twat.
It'd have to!
She put her lips close to his prick, savored the nearness of his flesh, then sucked the tip of his limp cock into her mouth. The loose flesh was like a dash of water in her face. She came totally alive.
Her entire body was quivering. She wanted to please. That was her destiny in life, giving him head, making him happy.
No matter that he still whipped her with his belt, long, slow, agonizing strokes across her back. She tried to ignore them. Sucking on his cock was so much more fun.
His prick was coated with a thin covering of his jism from when he fucked her ass. She could even detect a faint trace of shit. Her shit. From her ass fucking. Shivers ran across her shoulders as she thought of that. She was mouthing a cock that had been responsible for buggering her. She almost lost her balance as an especially hard blow from his belt smarted. It had landed on her arm and knocked her to one side.
But she never lost his prick. It remained firmly inside her wet, sucking lips. As her tongue began playing with his cock, she felt life returning to his manmeat. She sucked harder. Her goal was in sight.
She could actually feel his cock stiffening under her oral attentions. Her rough, pink tongue stroked over the sensitive head of his cock. This spurred it to even harder lengths. She sucked and licked and drove her tongue down into the man's piss-slit. It wasn't possible for her to get her tongue down into his cock.
They both knew it and it excited both of them that she would even try.
He stopped whipping her, when his cock was about half erect. It had been gradually stiffening thanks to her sucking. When her tongue went swirling all around the purpled head, the cock snapped to rigid attention. She lovingly stroked across the head, over the flap of skin dangling under the glans.
This was the most sensitive portion of his entire cock and she gave it her undivided attention. Her tongue worried the loose skin until it was part of the rigid shaft throbbing in her mouth. His cock was a virile post of fucking tool now.
"I like it. Keep sucking, slave."
She wanted to answer him. But with the cock in her mouth, she didn't want to take the time to. It was more important to her to suck, suck, suck!
She began bobbing her head up and down on his prick. The rubbery tip of his cock bounded from the roof of her mouth and homed in on her throat.
She gagged as his cock drilled deep down her throat. She hadn't been prepared to take it.
"So," he bellowed, "you gag on my cock!" He took a step backward and commanded, "Come after it now. Come!"
The leather strap smacked wetly on her back. She could feel tiny rivers of blood oozing from the welts he striped her with. His cock was jutting up from his crotch inches away from her lips. Struggling to keep her balance under the rain of his blows, she inched forward.
And he took a half step back.
"HURRY! Suck on it!"
She felt her knees being rubbed raw on the rug. Her shoulders were hunched under the blows and her arms and legs felt like they were ready to fall off.
But all that mattered was in front of her. His cock. Sucking on it. Sucking on her master's prick.
That spurred her on, made her exert just a little more effort to take it back into her mouth and give him exquisite head. The first touch of the purpled glans on her lips was like a gift from heaven.
Tongue spinning wildly around the end of his cock, she laved and licked and lapped at the tasty rod of flesh until he was groaning. He stopped whipping her when the tiny drop of pre-come beaded on the end of his fuck stick.
Her sucking rapidly pulled the bitter droplet away from his piss-slit. She concentrated on working her head back and forth. Her lips were pursed in a tight O shape all around the man's prick. Then she rapidly moved up and down the entire cock.
The red spike of cock vanished between her ruby lips, only to reappear in a few seconds. The look of bliss on her face convinced the man she was getting off on this. And he couldn't say anything bad about the way she was giving him head.
His groin was burning with joy. The lightest touch of her lips was bliss. And her tongue was stimulating him to levels of arousal greater than anything he'd known before.
"Keep sucking, slave, suck!"
He thought his guts would go shooting out the end of his cock. The vacuum around the end of his prick was more intense than anything he'd experienced.
It was as if he'd shoved himself into a milking machine gone wild. But he wasn't complaining. He enjoyed the wet warmth surrounding him. His balls had hardened into a tight little sphere dangling under his long, hard prick. It wouldn't be long now before he blasted off his come into her mouth.
Into her mouth.
The words rattled in his head. He didn't want her tasting his jism. That was a gift too precious for her. She had to be punished for using him as a fool for so long. She had been toying with him, stringing him along. He didn't doubt she loved him – in her own way.
She used him for whatever she wanted. There were times he felt he'd gotten the upper hand on her, but not many. The time in the restaurant when he'd diddled her with his toe under the table, then sneaked under the table and eaten her out in public.
She was excited by all this, as excited as he was.
He didn't dare let her get the upper hand again – ever.
Besides, this was too damned much fun. He could command and she would obey and wasn't that the way it was supposed to be? Fuck all those people who wanted to tell others the roles men and women should fill. Let nature take its course and see how things worked out best.
Matt wouldn't have traded the bound, sucking woman for a million so-called "liberated" ones.
But he still took a full step backwards and sent her falling forward on her face. With her hands bound to her ankles and behind her back, she couldn't stop her fall.
With a hurt look, she stared up at him and his jerking cock covered with her saliva. "I want more than your mouth." And that pleased her, as it should.