Mirabelle stirred and woke. Pain rolled through her body and she turned toward the light. Her arm pulled at something and there was something else around her neck. She tried to sit up, then fell back as chains rattled.
Then she remembered.
She was on Manfred's massive bed, chained to it by her neck and wrists. Sunlight streamed through the window over her whipped and raped body. She looked down at the cum encrusted on her tits and pussy, shuddering with disgust. But she remembered the fucking, the climaxes she'd had and she blushed with desperate shame. Trembles of depraved excitement started in her pussy as she looked at her crimson tit mounds.
She flopped back onto the pillows, weeping in shame, as she remembered the most disgusting thing of all. She hadn't told them, but they knew. She'd only really come when they whipped her. Fucking made her climax, but they were weak beside the power of the orgasms that came with the whip. She turned her head into the pillows and sobbed harder. She was depraved and disgusting, nothing she could do now would save her.
The door opened and William came in. He was dressed in a black robe and carried a thin rod. He stood at the end of the bed until she turned and looked at him. Even then she couldn't hold his gaze; she blushed and looked down, her face crimson with shame.
"Well," he said, grinning a little. "You sure showed us last night, huh?"
Mirabelle sobbed and held her tongue.
"You need a shower," William said. "Are you going to behave, or do I have to keep you chained?"
"I'll behave," Mirabelle moaned, her eyes staying away from his.
He unchained her and she stood by the bed, submissively waiting for him. He took her to the bathroom and told her to shower and use the toilet if she wanted to. She had to take a shit and piss, and somehow she felt she deserved to have him standing there, watching. She showered and washed her hair as he told her to. Then he told her to make herself up to look desirable. She broke down at that. It meant that she would have to perform more disgusting sex acts and, anyway, she didn't know how to make herself up to look like a slut.
So Eileen came in, sat her in front of the mirror and made her up.
The effect was stunning. Mirabelle couldn't believe it. She had never known that she could look that sexual, that desirable. Her wide eyes now seemed to invite anybody to fuck her, and her luscious lips seemed to pout naturally, as if they were just waiting for a cock to slide between them.
She glanced at herself and kept her eyes down, ashamed of how she looked and felt.
"Not bad, Auntie." Eileen giggled as she brushed Mirabelle's hair into a teased-out mass around her head. "Fuck, you look real good, you know that?"
Mirabelle blushed and hid her head, but she couldn't avoid the look of absolute lust in William's eyes as he watched. As she stood up, she saw the full effect of the whip on her ass. The weals and stripes across it made her tremble with horror; yet, the mashed, red globes still ached for more, reminding her of her disgusting depravity.
When they were done, William led her back to the bedroom and closed the door. "Put those on. I wanna see how you look."
The outfit was all red. Mirabelle was shivering with a mixture of horror and shame as she put the mesh stockings on and clipped them to the garter belt. The panties were nothing more than little lacy strings and a tiny triangle that covered her pussy mound. The little bra was less than a quarter cup and pushed her tits up, exposing her nipples. The slip was lacy, transparent, and showed every curve of her wonderful body. Finally there were six inch heels, also red, sling-back and open-toed. She put them on and stood in front of William, trembling all over.
"Fuck!" He walked around her, examining every inch of her wonderful body. "You could make me shoot just to look at you!"
It was a horrible suggestion and Mirabelle blushed deeper, shivering with horror. But her pussy spumed at the thought of a man wanting to fuck her that much. Juices ran into her panties.
He came up to her, the collar in his hand. "I'm gonna keep you. Put this on."
Mirabelle looked at the thick black leather collar and shivered. "No, please! Not that! Just let me go, I won't tell anybody! Honestly, I'm so ashamed!" She kept her eyes on the floor, tears forming in them.
He took her chin and lifted it. "I'm gonna keep you, bitch. Keep you as my slave!"
"No!" Mirabelle sobbed, trying to avoid his eyes.
He grinned and tapped the rod against his thigh. "I'll make you deal. If you won't put the collar on and beg to be my slave in an hour, you can go."
Mirabelle moved, almost losing her balance in the high keels.
"Yes!" Mirabelle whispered. She was at the center of so many terrifying emotions that she couldn't think at all.
"You gonna be good and obey me, or do I have to tie you up?" William whispered, his eyes boring into hers as she avoided his terrible gaze.
"I'll be good!" she whispered, her tits bulging in the lacy slip top.
"Go and bend over the bed for six strokes with this," he ordered, holding the rod close to her eyes.
Mirabelle gasped and choked. She stared at the rod as it slid across her gaze, hypnotizing her. Her pussy spasmed harder and her legs shook.
"Bend over or I get the chains," William said softly.
There wasn't anything else for Mirabelle to do. She turned slowly, her eyes fixed on the rod, then walked to the bed. Her breath was short and gasping as she bent at the waist, her face going down into the bed clothes, her ass waiting for the punishment. She moaned, wondering what had become of her, as she reached back without being told and eased the hem of her slip up over her whipped ass. Since the panties she wore were nothing but a thin lacy strap at the back, her asscheeks were fully exposed. She pressed her face into the bed and waited.
"Rub your pussy," William said, sliding the rod over Mirabelle's trembling ass.
"Uurrhh!" Mirabelle gurgled, but she didn't even try to resist.
She worked her hand down under her trembling body and slid it into the top of the little red panties. She knew he could clearly see her as she spread her pussylips and rubbed her hot, hard clit-bud. Terrible jolts of passion rushed out of the contact, and she spread her legs wider, moaning, as she rubbed her wet pussy-slit.
"Six strokes."
William lashed the rod into the stretched cheeks of Mirabelle's ass.
She twisted on the bed, her fingers spuming on her pussy as the agony rushed from her ass and met the lust surging in her pussy.
He lashed her again. She screamed, digging her fingers into her cunt, rushing to the brink of a climax that already threatened to drive her out of her mind.
"Two," William said and lashed her again. "Aagghh!" Mirabelle wailed and came, her body trembling, her fingers blurring on her clit. She twisted, her tits pressing down into the bed, her whole body on fire with depraved lust.
"Three," William said, and suddenly Mirabelle could feel the desire in his voice as he whipped her hot, seething ass. She jerked and fell, her legs kicking up for a moment as she came.
"Four!" William snarled.
Her scream of terrible lust rang around the room. Her ass was already twice as red as before, thin red lines spreading across it. Her fingers were digging into her cuntal flesh, rubbing as hard as she could.
"Five!"
"Aagghh! Oohh, God, fuck!" Mirabelle screamed, coming, swirling helplessly in the grip of her passion.
"Six!"
"Uurrhh, fuck, no!" Mirabelle writhed in desperation, rubbing her clit as another orgasm shattered over her.
Her ass was thrust up, and William stood waiting, but she couldn't move. She moaned, rubbing her pussy, her face tight with agony. Suddenly she knew why he had challenged her. She wanted more. She needed more pain to make her come, and he wasn't going to give it to her.
"Stand up!"
"Uurrhh, no!" Mirabelle wailed, her ass jerking as she rubbed her pussy.
The orgasm she needed was fading, however hard she rubbed her cunt.
"Stand up," he said, sliding the cane over her ass.
"No!" she screamed, suddenly thinking that he'd whip her if she disobeyed and that would solve her problem.
"If you disobey me, it goes to two hours. Disobey me again and it's three. Think about it!"
He slid the rod over her ass and Mirabelle shivered helplessly.
She couldn't think straight. She wanted more pain, more whipping and, worst of all, more cock! She screamed, her fingers blurring on her clit trying to come.
"Stand up," he said.
Mirabelle straightened up, pushing herself off the bed, pulling her fingers out of her cunt and turning to face him, her eyes cast down once more.
He took her chin and lifted her face to his, staring into her eyes. She tried to turn away, but he twisted her face until she had to look at him.
"That's the last time you get until you put the collar on," he said, his eyes as hard as steel. "Then you can have as much as you want. How about it? Put it on!"
He nodded to the pillow and Mirabelle saw the collar lying there.
"No!" she whispered.
He went for the long-tailed whip.
Mirabelle shook all over.
"On your back on the bed." Mirabelle obeyed without thinking. She lay on her back and spread her thighs, lifting them when William ordered her to. She knew what it was doing to him as her long, stocking-clad legs spread and lifted, over her head, then stretched wide open on either side of her head until her toes touched the sheets. Her pussy was wide open, covered only by the transparent triangle of red gauzy material. The full expanse of her cunt and ass spread before him. The red lacy garter straps stretched over her thighs to her stocking tops.
He stood over her and coiled the whip in his hand.
Mirabelle could already see his cock sticking out of his robe, and her mouth watered. She knew what he was going to do to her and she also knew she was going to break. He slid his cock over her lips.
She moaned, sucking the massive cockhead and taking hold of the rod, playing with it as his cock throbbed in her mouth.
"Keep your legs open!" he ordered, easing his cockhead deeper, right to the entrance of her throat.
"Yes, yes, I will!" Mirabelle moaned. She couldn't stop sucking the thick shaft. It filled her mouth, and she wanted it to shoot over her lips, fill her with cum.
The whip curled in the air and lashed down right between her stretched thighs, catching her ass, pussy and clit.
She screamed, spasmed, her legs trembling and jerking as she pushed them back down to the bed. She sucked at the cock, pulling on the hard meat, trying to fill her mouth with it.
The whip lashed down again.
She knew she was lost. Instead of trying to escape the agony, her thighs spread wider, taking it as hard as she could into her cunt and ass. Degrading, total lust burst out of the agony.
William coiled the whip and waited, his cock sliding between her lips.
Mirabelle screamed, pushing up helplessly, her cunt aching, the triangle of red material becoming wet, showing her degraded lust to him.
"Put the collar on."
"Aaagghh!" Mirabelle wailed, sucking at his cock, her thighs spread wide, thrusting, aching desperately for more pain.
She felt his cock throbbing, knew he was close to coming. But she also knew that he wouldn't come until she broke. Only then would she get all that wonderful cum in her mouth. She sobbed, sucking at his cockhead, desperate for the coiled whip in his hand.
He waited, grinning, as she sucked his cock and whimpered, getting more and more desperate, her lust fading, her legs jerking and twitching.
"Put the collar on."
"No, please, don't make me!" Mirabelle wailed.
He lashed her ass and cunt.
Mirabelle's spasmed, her ass thrusting desperately for the whip. Her fingers clutched at his cock and balls, but still the massive thick fuck-rod just played in her mouth and held all its wonderful load of cum back.
"Put the collar on," he said, his cockhead swelling in her mouth.
Mirabelle shivered. The orgasm that had almost surged out of the whip-stroke receded. She knew she couldn't hold out any longer. She sobbed and sucked, somehow unable to confess her most depraved desires.
"Put the collar on." He uncoiled the whip and dropped the long tail into the crack of Mirabelle's ass. "Put the collar on!"
Very slowly, he began to pull the whip tail back, dragging the plaited leather over Mirabelle's open, wet, spasming cunt. The uneven edges in the leather dragged over her pussy.
Mirabelle's throat tightened. She choked and a terrible, drawn-out scream of desperate lust burst out of her mouth. She jerked on the bed, her thighs twitching. Each pull of the plaited leather set off tremors of depraved desire in her pussy. Her cunt jerked up to try and get as much of the leather as she could. Then her mind cleared wonderfully. She knew what she had to do. If she took enough pain, it would be the proper punishment for her depravity. Only real pain could make everything all right for her.
"Ashh! Oohh, God! Please, let me put the collar on!" she screamed.
He gasped, dragging the whip against her thighs.
Mirabelle rolled, clutching her cunt, rubbing it in desperation as she crawled toward the collar. Her trembling fingers picked it up, caressed the shiny leather.
She turned to William and got off the bed, standing on shaky legs. She moved close to him and slid the collar around her neck. She tightened it. Finally it was on. She waited.
"Now, my little slave, what do you want?" he whispered, running a finger over the black collar.
Mirabelle went to the bed, crawling onto it, turning until she could rest on her elbows and take his cock in her hands.
He stood over her as she arched her back hard, spreading her knees on the bed. Her mouth sank down over his cock and she filled her throat with his massive fuck-meat. She eased back, licking and sucking at his cock.
"Please, William, please! Whip me like Manfred did yesterday," she begged, "Please, really hard, hurt me, make me scream? Please, I want it so bad, I want it so bad! Please!"
She sank her mouth back over his cock and reached back, frantically pulling the hem of the slip up over her ass, exposing her ass-flesh to the whip.
"Okay, slave!"
He lashed between her thighs. The whip tail landed on her ass and into her pussy.
Mirabelle's screw bubbled out as she sank William's cock into her throat, spasming with release as she came.
William didn't tease her any more. He lashed her ass and pussy, finally giving her the absolute release she wanted.
She pumped her head on William's cock, feeling it spasm as the cum erupted from his balls.
Cum gushed into her mouth. The whip lashed her pussy. Spunk oozed from her lips.
Gurgling and sobbing with release, she worked her mouth back up William's cock, taking the shooting cum over her lips, shamelessly licking at the precious fluid as it shot out.
"Ouuhh! William, William! Whip me, yes! I'll do anything you want! Whip me, hurt me – really hurt me!" Her teased-out blonde hair flowed over William's cock as she sucked his prick, her lips taking the thick gobs bursting out of his piss-slit.
"Don't worry, whore!" he gasped, the whip curling in the air, heading back down for her ass-crack. "You're gonna get everything you can take!"
"Aagghh! Yes, yes!" Mirabelle screamed, sinking his cock back into her mouth, filling it with his glorious spunk.