Chapter 1
Jacqueline L'Estrange grew up in the city of Paris. It was a beautiful place to be born and raised. She remembered feeling a deep sense of romance ever since she was a little girl.
Jacqueline grew up on the Place de la Concorde, not far from the left bank of the Seine River. Her parents had been wealthy. She had been a little girl born with a silver spoon in her mouth.
Who could have predicted that Jacqueline's life would take such a wicked turn. Jacqueline's mother and father died in an automobile accident when she had just turned sixteen years old.
Jacquline was devastated by the news of her parents' loss. She had even been forced to go to the hospital and identify the bodies.
It was too much to bear for the tiny blonde. She kept wondering why they were dead and she was still alive. This stream-of-consciousness filled her with guilt.
Jacqueline was convinced that she was never going to be happy again. Matters were worsened by the fact that Jacqueline was sent to live with her Aunt Michele.
Aunt Michele was a wicked woman. She recognized Jacqueline's beauty and she decided to exploit it. The teenager was a beautiful blonde.
Aunt Michele knew that there were men who would pay a pretty penny for a teenage girl of Jacqueline's beauty. It would not be the first time that wicked Aunt Michele had used human flesh to make a buck and it would not be the last. She could get many francs for the right to a diminutive towhead's cherry.
Soon after Aunt Michele took over as Jacqueline's legal guardian, the evil woman instructed the little girl that she was to help out with the bills.
"But how will I earn a wage? I am only sixteen and I have no skill," Jacqueline would later remember saying to her aunt. How naive she had been!
"You are to entertain a man for me, Jacqueline. I have arranged everything. He will be arriving this evening. You and he will make love," Aunt Michele said.
"You want me to be a prostitute?" Jacqueline asked.
"You have said yourself that you can do nothing else."
"But how do I know I can even do this?" Jacqueline asked.
"I have a hunch that you will get the knack of it."
So that night Count Courtenay, a very rich Englishman arrived at the house. Jacqueline had been ordered to bathe and dress in her prettiest dress.
Jacqueline was very excited as she awaited the arrival of the man. The little blonde felt a tingling between her legs that she had never known before.
Jacqueline was pleased to find that Count Courtenay was a handsome and charming man. She could feel the tingling in between her legs getting worse as they were introduced by Aunt
Michele.
Jacqueline was shocked to find that Count Courtenay was like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. The second he was alone with her he attacked her like some kind of a beast.
Jacqueline was frightened and she tried to keep away from him but her fight was useless. Her tiny fists were no match for his bulk. He pinned her to the bed and pulled up her dress.
She was wearing no stockings. Her legs were bare. Her shoes had fallen off in the struggle. He ripped her panties right off of her body and kept her pinned to the bed with the weight of his upper torso as he pulled down his pants and underwear.
Jacqueline felt the pole on her pussy and then the horrible pain as he found the mark. He took her cruelly, making her pussy bleed, and, thankfully, he finished rapidly.
Jacqueline's face was streaked with tears and very red as he pulled out of her. Count Courtenay had a disgusted look on his face as he looked down at the blood on his cock.
He wiped the blood off his prick with Jacqueline's bedspread and quickly pulled up his pants. Aunt Michele had been outside the bedroom door the whole time. She had listened to the struggle.
Aunt Michele had heard Jacqueline's screams of pain and her sobbing of despair. Aunt
Michele knew how much that big man was hurting the little girl. One corner of her mouth turned up into a sadistic smile when she heard those sounds.
Count Courtenay did not speak to Jacqueline after he fucked her. He left silently and paid Aunt Michele on the way out. Aunt Michele cursed his back after he left the house for he had given her no tip.
Aunt Michele went to Jacqueline and coolly stroked the little girl's tear-stained face. Aunt Michele bathed Jacqueline and put her to bed.
"Please don't make me do that again, Aunt Michele," Jacqueline said.
"On the contrary. You will be doing it more and more," Aunt Michele said.
"But he hurt me so badly. So very badly," Jacqueline whimpered.
"You will get used to it. It's supposed to hurt the first time."
And so Jacqueline began a career as a high-priced Parisian prostitute. All of her customers were rich men, many of them foreigners.
Not all of them were as mean as Count Courtenay either and she found that she liked sex after a while. Her pussy learned to relax, and with this relaxation came the pleasure.
One man said that he wanted to lick the little girl's cunt, and Jacqueline was almost shocked when she learned a man's tongue could give her an orgasm.
It was several months before Jacqueline could orgasm with a man's cock inside her. She found that medium sized cocks pleasured her pussy better than the gigantic ones.
The little blonde had trouble getting off when she was afraid that she was going to be torn apart by a humongous dong. She found that she could orgasm almost every time she was with a man.
She knew that she was truly a pro. Aunt Michele's orders were simple and clear. She was to do whatever the men wanted her to do. She was to never complain, and she was never to struggle.
This, as it turned out, included some pretty weird stuff. Jacqueline's pussy was not the only hole in her body that attracted the stiff dicks of her customers.
She found that there were men who enjoyed fucking her in the throat. They liked to plow into her pretty face just as if it were her cunt.
Jacqueline, as might be expected, gagged horribly the first few times men took her in this manner. But soon she learned to control the muscles in her gullet.
Jacqueline even learned to keep her teeth out of the way. She hurt a man one time by biting him accidentally and he had slapped her repeatedly until she was dazed.
She found that she loved to have men squirt come into her mouth. She loved the way it tasted and she loved the way it felt as it slithered down her gullet.
She found, however, that there were French men who did not like to shoot inside her mouth. Instead they would pull out at the last second and make her pump their dicks with her hand.
These men liked to squirt their jism right into her face. Jacqueline didn't find anything sexy about this at all, but the men seemed to get off on it.
It made her feel degraded and humiliated -and she suspected that this was precisely what made the men enjoy doing it so greatly. They laughed sadistically as they squirted their silver seed into her eyes and her hair.
Of course Jacqueline also encountered men who liked her for her tightest orifice, her asshole. She always found ass fucking extremely painful and though she had been subjected to it many times she had never liked it once. She was too tight down there and the pain always made her cry. The men who fucked her in the ass didn't seem to care if she liked it or not. There were even some who seemed to enjoy the fact that they were hurting her.
Jacqueline was even fixed up by her aunt with female customers. Jacqueline learned the joys of lesbian sex. She learned that women could be tender and loving in bed.
Women ate pussy much better than men, Jacqueline figured. It was no contest. It was simply a matter of a woman knowing what another woman wants. Men could never know as well how to pleasure a woman.
Jacqueline enjoyed sleeping with women, but she still preferred men. There was something about getting fucked fast and hard that couldn't be beat. She hoped that one day her asshole would stretch far enough for her to be able to take a cock there comfortably. Jacqueline figured it would make her a more complete lover if she could get off on being buggered.
By the time Jacqueline turned eighteen years old she was a quite experienced lover. She was running out of things she had never done.
During the two years she had been entertaining the men and the lesbians of Paris, Aunt Michele had put only one restriction on Jacqueline's activities.
Aunt Michele made it clear to each and every one of Jacqueline's lovers that she was not to be whipped. Aunt Michele wanted to keep that milky white skin pure and without scars.
But this rule would soon change. Jacqueline had not expected her life to be interrupted on that Friday afternoon when Aunt Michele called her down into the den.
When Jacqueline walked into that room she was surprised to find that Aunt Michele was not alone. She was with a distinguished man. Men were always sent to her bedroom. She sensed right away that there was something different about this gentleman.
"Jacqueline, this is Anthony Siclari," Aunt Michele said.
"Very pleased to meet you, sir," Jacqueline said with a curtsey.
"You are every bit as beautiful as your aunt told me," Anthony said.
Jacqueline could tell by his accent that he was Italian.
"Are you to come upstairs with me?" Jacqueline asked hopefully. She thought that this foreigner was a hunk and a half. There was some cruelty around the man's mouth, but his eyes burned into her and seemed to drain her willpower right out of her. She could tell that she would want to do whatever the man pleased the second they were alone together.
"No, no, no," Anthony said. "You are coming with me."
The man was tall with thick curly black hair. His skin was dark.
"Where are we going, sir?" Jacqueline asked in a tiny voice.
"I have sold you, Jacqueline. You belong to Mr. Siclari now," Aunt Michele said.
"Sold? But. . .but. . . " The words stuck in her throat.
"Yes, you are his property and you must obey his every whim."
"Not obeying me could mean death," Anthony Siclari added.
"This is the way it must be, Aunt Michele?" Jacqueline said.
"I'm afraid so, dear. You need not pack anything," Aunt Michele said.
"You mean I have to leave right this very instant?" Jacqueline said.
"Yes, dear. We won't be seeing each other any more," Aunt Michele said.
Aunt Michele gave her frightened niece a cool kiss on the cheek and left the room. The little blonde was alone with the man who was to be her master.
"Good bye," Jacqueline said. Her voice was so tiny that Aunt Michele did not hear her. Jacqueline turned to face her new master. There were tears in her baby blue eyes. She was confused. Things were happening so rapidly.
"Do you know who I am?" Anthony Siclari asked the little girl.
"You are a rich man from Italy," Jacqueline offered quietly.
"That's true. But do you know what I do for a living?" he asked.
"I'm afraid not, sir. Please forgive me. I am but an ignorant teenager."
"That's okay. I am a famous rock and roll singer. I suppose your aunt did not allow you to listen to that sort of music," Anthony said.
"No, sir."
"I think you are very precious. I might even fall in love with you someday, but I was telling the truth when I said you must obey me at all times. And I was telling the truth when I said that disobeying me could mean death. Please, my precious don't cross me."
"I will obey you at all times. I have been trained to obey."
"Jacqueline, I would like you to remove your panties," Anthony said.
"Are you going to take me now, sir?" Jacqueline inquired.
"Please do not speak out of turn. Do as I say," Anthony replied.
Jacqueline removed her panties over her bare legs. Anthony got to see a brief glimpse as she removed her underwear, until her modesty was returned by the falling hem of her pretty dress.
"Hand them to me," Anthony said.
Jacqueline did as she was told. She handed the panties to him and he quickly pulled them to his face. He sniffed at them loudly, drawing their scent deep into his sinuses. He closed his eyes and looked as if he were about to swoon.
He then tossed them aside and informed the little girl that she would not be wearing undergarments any longer.
"I want to be able to get at you from either the front or the rear with maximum ease," Anthony exclaimed.
He told the diminutive blonde that she must never, under any circumstances, hold her knees closely together.
Crossing her legs, he added, was also strictly taboo. She would be punished if she was caught with her legs closed.
"I want your open thighs to be a constant reminder of your sole purpose to pleasure my manly tool!' He told the pretty little blonde that she was to be quiet and respectful at all times though he suspected that such manners were already a part of her intrinsic nature.
"You should speak only when you are spoken to unless there is something extremely important for you to say," Anthony said.
He told her that she was expected to be unadulteratedly subservient. She was to be his slave in every sense of the word. Sexual or otherwise.
"Not only will you be my sex slave, Jacqueline," Anthony said. "But you will serve as one of my maids as well. I want you to understand that."
"Yes, sir," Jacqueline said with her head slightly bowed. Her hands were folded before her demurely. She was consciously parting her thighs. She wondered if she would ever get to the point where she could always keep her thighs parted without concentrating on it. She doubted it.
"Do you have any questions?"
"Yes, sir."
"Speak up."
"Will I be whipped, sir?"
"Yes, you will. On a regular basis, both with the crop and the cat o' nine tails," Anthony said. "Your aunt told me that you were never whipped while under her employ. I like that. I want to be the one to introduce that pleasure to you."
"Please, sir?"
"Oh yes, Jacqueline, you are going to learn to love being whipped by me," the handsome Italian said. He sounded so sure of himself that Jacqueline almost believed him. There was a sweetness in her fear that confused her. Part of her liked the idea of being abused and humiliated as never before by one sex master.
Jacqueline feared that she would fall in love with Anthony. Once he became the sole focus of her attention he was bound to become the sole focus of her adoration as well.
"You are going to be humiliated and degraded until you lose all ego. You will live only to serve. You will give no thought whatsoever to the pains and pleasures you receive. You will think only of my enjoyment," Anthony said.
"Where are you going to take me, sir?" Jacqueline inquired. She feared that he would get angry at her for asking a question. She relaxed when he answered the query without a hint of ire.
"We will be going to my castle in Northern Italy. You will like it there. The scenery is beautiful especially this time of year," Anthony said. "I will not touch you until we arrive there. During out travel time you will be under the care of one of my employees. Nurse Ingrid. Nurse Ingrid will prepare you in several ways for your first visit to Saraniero."
With that Anthony gestured that it was time for them to leave. Jacqueline left the little Paris house forever. She climbed into the backseat of a long black limo. Anthony told her that she was to sit at all times with the back of her dress lifted, so that her bare ass cheeks were touching her seat. She was to do this whether or not Anthony was around, and regardless of who might be watching her.
The limo drove them to the Paris train station where they met Ingrid. Jacqueline was very impressed when she learned that Anthony had booked an entire car for himself. It was a luxury car with a bath and a bar and even television.
Jacqueline would have to take two trains and a bus and then another limo to get to Anthony's home. Castle Saraniero. Jacqueline spent a lot of time wondering what the place was going to look like.
On the second train the large muscular woman known as Nurse Ingrid was left alone with Jacqueline. The little girl was to be prepared then and there for her arrival at Saraniero.
Nurse Ingrid was an attractive woman in a maternal way. She was not beautiful, but she had kind eyes, and her touch was sensuous.
Nurse Ingrid told Jacqueline to get completely undressed. Jacqueline did as she was told as Ingrid drew a bathtub full of steamy water.
Nurse Ingrid told Jacqueline to get into the tub. The little blonde had to do this slowly because the water was very hot. She couldn't help but notice that the water felt hotter
Nurse Ingrid washed the girl slowly and thoroughly. She used plenty of soap and a soft washcloth.
The large woman sensuously soaped up the little girl's pert tits. She palmed them and squeezed them tenderly.
"You must be very horny, no?" Nurse Ingrid asked the little girl in the tub. She pinched her nipples.
"Oooooooh, yes! I am very horny. I have been thinking about sex ever since we got on this train," Jacqueline said.
"You have been thinking about sex ever since you first laid eyes on Mr. Siclari," Ingrid exclaimed.
"You know everything," Jacqueline said to the large woman. "I guess you must be able to read minds."
"I know that you wouldn't mind if I took longer than necessary to wash your pussy," Nurse Ingrid said.
"You can take as long as you want to wash my pussy," Jacqueline said. She found that she was breathing hard. Nurse Ingrid soaped up the insides of the little girl's thighs. She soaped up the edges of her cunt.
Nurse Ingrid couldn't help but notice that the little girl did not have very much pubic hair at all.
Jacqueline was almost completely bald in between her shapely gams. This made the towhead look very young.
Jacqueline had two twin curls of blonde hair growing above and to the sides of her swollen clitoral foreskin.
The downy blonde hair covered less than a third of her mound. Jacqueline thought it grew rather in the shape of a heart.
There was no hair at all growing along the sides of her pink vulva and she was equally bald around her anus.
The hair that did grow above her slit was just as light as the hair that grew from her pink scalp.
Those pubies, which were straight rather than curly, were so downy that they were practically invisible.
Nurse Ingrid began to soap up and down the little girl's pussy slash. Jacqueline trembled with her pleasure.
The teenager could feel her breaths getting shorter and closer together. Nurse Ingrid penetrated her pussy.
The older woman pushed her middle finger up inside Jacqueline's cunt as deeply as she possibly could.
Jacqueline instinctively used the muscles inside her talented honey pot to squeeze at the woman's digit.
Nurse Ingrid wiggled the finger around in a small circle and then moved it in and out a little bit.
Nurse Ingrid pulled her finger all the way out of Jacqueline's cooze and pressed directly against her clitoris.
The older woman had no trouble finding the little girl's love button because the clit was very swollen.
Nurse Ingrid rolled the clit in a circle and then flicked her finger back and forth across it quickly.
The older woman was pulling the little girl's magic trigger, and it wasn't long before Jacqueline was coming.
The little blonde splashed some of the water out of the tub as she bucked her loins upward with her joy.
Ingrid diddled the little girl's clit and lowered her face to kiss Jacqueline on the mouth. Their tongues came together before their lips.
They kissed passionately. Then the girl's come ended and Ingrid pulled her fingers away from the pussy.
"Lift your ass so I can wash up and down the crack," Ingrid said and Jacqueline did as she was told.
The girl's hair was shampooed. Every nook and cranny of Jacqueline's body was washed before the bath was over.
Nurse Ingrid told Jacqueline to get out of the tub and step onto the bath mat. Ingrid dried the girl off with a large white bath towel.
"Now you must be shaved. Mr. Siclari likes his sex slaves to have completely bald pussies," Ingrid said.
"That shouldn't be too much of a problem. I don't have very much hair in the first place," Jacqueline said.
Ingrid ordered the girl to get prone on a padded massage table on her back. Jacqueline spread her legs.
Nurse Ingrid sharpened a straight razor on a leather strap. Jacqueline's tiny pubic patch was lathered.
Zip, zip, zip, the hair was shaved away and Jacqueline's cunt was every bit as bald as before her tits grew.
Ingrid then painted the outer edges of Jacqueline's inner cunt lips with rouge. She made those lips very red. Jacqueline's nipples were also rouged.
Ingrid then got a spray bottle of expensive perfume. She warned Jacqueline that it was going to sting, and then sprayed the perfume right onto the mucous membranes of the little girl's cunt. It hurt like hell, and Jacqueline bucked around wildly oh the padded table until the stinging subsided.
"You will be at Saraniero this afternoon, Jacqueline. We have to make up your face, do your hair and get you dressed," Ingrid said.
Ingrid painted Jacqueline's lips and fingernails a blood red color. A dark blue eye shadow was put on the little girl's lids. The blonde lashes were lengthened and thickened with mascara. The eyebrows were plucked and then penciled, so that they were femininely angular.
Ingrid set Jacqueline's long blonde hair tightly, high on top of her head. Jacqueline was still naked, but she was already starting to feel glamorous.
"You must wear two corsets, Jacqueline, one over the other. They will be very tight and at first you will hardly be able to stand them. They are made of black leather and they will accentuate your figure. Here is one, notice that it is designed to leave your ass, cunt and tits exposed," Ingrid said.
"You mean THAT is supposed to fit around ME?" Jacqueline asked.
"Of course, dear. Now take a deep breath," Nurse Ingrid said.
Nurse Ingrid stood at Jacqueline's rear and wrapped the leather corset around from the front. Ingrid had to grunt as she tugged to tie the laces in the back. Jacqueline had trouble breathing and she knew she was going to continue having trouble breathing as long as that corset was on. It was something that she was just going to have to get used to.
Nurse Ingrid put a black lacy garter belt around Jacqueline's hips. There were half-cups at the top of the first corset to prop Jacqueline's perky tits up even higher on her chest than they rested anyway.
The second corset was put on over the first and was also tied as tightly as Nurse Ingrid could get it. The girl lifted her feet one at a time so that Ingrid could slip black fishnet stockings onto her shapely gams. The stockings had black seams up the back and were attached at the thigh to her garter belt.
Jacqueline was given black high heeled sandals to put on her feet. Her toenails had been painted to match her fingernails. Jacqueline then watched as Ingrid produced a black evening gown.
"You will be wearing a skimpier little something most of the time at Saraniero, Jacqueline, but, in honor of your arrival, I have been ordered to turn you into a lady," Ingrid said.
The evening gown fit Jacqueline tightly. It was cut low in the front to reveal a plentiful portion of the cleavage between her tits. The gown was slit up the side so that Jacqueline would flash her legs each time she took a step on those high heels. Perfume was put on
Jacqueline's cleavage and between her ears. She was then given a string of pearls for around her neck. The pearls fell down between her tits.
The blackness of the evening gown was in great contrast to the whiteness of pretty Jacqueline's skin.
It seemed like forever until the train arrived at the station. Then there was the ride in the smelly bus.
She did not see Anthony again until she got into the limo with him only a few miles away from his castle.
"Ah, you are beautiful, my dear," Anthony said. He kissed her hand. She could feel her heart pounding.
Jacqueline could feel the blood of her mounting passion pumping into her pussy. She was lubricating herself.
Anthony was sitting so close to her in the back of that limo that she could feel the heat radiating from his body. Her nipples were hard. They were making pebble-like bumps in the already strained front of her black evening gown. Ingrid was taking another method of transportation to Saraniero. Anthony and Jacqueline rode alone, and silently, in the back of the limo.
Then the limo turned a corner on the lonely Italian rode and Jacqueline saw her new home off in the distance on top of a hill. It was bigger than she had expected. In fact, it was the biggest thing she had ever seen in her entire life.
There was even a moat and a drawbridge and several tall bell towers. Jacqueline could tell just by looking at that castle that it probably had a dungeon. She figured that she probably wouldn't have to wait too long at all to find out where Anthony Siclari kept his torture chamber.
Jacqueline had to concentrate on keeping her mouth closed as she entered the huge building. She wondered how much the place cost to heat.
The castle looked a lot more modern inside than it did outside. She could tell that Anthony had put a lot of money into refurbishing the castle.
He held her hand and led her up a carpeted spiraling staircase. He told her that they were going to the bedroom.
Jacqueline was pleased to hear that. She envisioned something romantic and nice. Anthony shut the bedroom door behind them. The bedroom was very plush.
The bed was huge and came with four bedposts. The bed was perfectly suited for bondage because of those bedposts. Anthony poured two glasses of wine.
He handed one to Jacqueline and kept one himself. He offered a toast to a sex master and his slave and they touched their glasses together.
When the little girl was done with her glass of wine the man ordered her to turn her back to him. She did this. He unzipped the back of her gown.
The zipper went from a place directly in between her shoulder blades to a spot just below the top of the crack of her ass. Her pussy was soaking wet.
He peeled the gown over her shoulders and down past her tits. He told her to remove it herself the rest of the way, and Anthony enjoyed the sexy way she wiggled her white ass from side to side as she did this.
"Exquisite," he said.
"Thank you, sir."
"You are to be bound and whipped," he said. "Please get on your belly on the bed. I want you to stretch your arms up over your head. I want you to separate your thighs as far as you can get them."
"Yes, sir."
Anthony fetched four pieces of long silk to bind the girl with. Jacqueline was pleased to find that it was easier to breathe inside those corsets than before.
Anthony grabbed the little girl's left wrist and tugged her arm so hard that she thought he was going to break it. She feared that he would break her arm at either the wrist or the elbow.
She feared for a moment that he was going to yank her shoulder right out of its socket. He tugged her arm so that the elbow was locked in the straight position and her hand was very close to the bedpost at the head of the bed.
Anthony tied one of the pieces of silk around her wrist and the bedpost at the same time. He tied the knot as tightly as he could.
Anthony made it clear that he didn't give a shit how much he hurt her. He made it clear that he was enjoying her discomfort.
The silk was around her wrist so tightly that it cut off the circulation of blood to her hand. She could tell without looking that her fingertips were turning purple.
She could feel pins and needles in the tips of her digits. She tried to wiggle her fingers at the knuckles and found she could do this only with an ever-increasing amount of difficulty.
Jacqueline could tell that it wouldn't be long before she wouldn't be able to wiggle her fingers at all. The bondage would render her hand immobile.
Jacqueline realized that soon she wouldn't be able to feel anything in that feminine paw. The bondage would also render it completely numb.
Since the head of the bed was pushed flush against the wall, Anthony was forced to circle all the way around the foot of the bed to get to the other side so he could repeat the process with the other arm.
She winced and cried out as he once again hurt her arm from tugging it so hard. Pretty soon she couldn't feel any more in her right hand than she could in her left.
Both hands were motionless and purple. He then moved to the foot of the bed, moving with an animalistic grace. The little girl could hear him panting.
He decided that her legs were not far enough apart to suit him. He grabbed both of her ankles at the same time and yanked the thighs apart. Her thighs were opened past a ninety-degree angle to an obtuse angle.
Naturally, her knees were locked in the straight position as both of the little girl's trim ankles were tied to the bedposts at the foot of the bed.
She was tied spread-eagled so that she could not move a muscle. The only part of her body that was mobile was her head. She could lift her head from the bedspread a little bit. She could turn her face from side to side a bit also, but this took a great deal of energy. It took so much energy, as a matter-of-fact, that it hardly seemed worth it.
"Now for the whip," Anthony said.
The little girl realized that she was about to experience the worst pain of her life. She was determined not to call out. She wanted to grit her teeth and take the whipping without protest.
"I have chosen a riding crop for the first whipping of your buttocks," Anthony said. "It is a horse whip used at the racetrack. I think it will leave very red welts on your white skin. Watching those welts raise on your smooth ass is going to be a beautiful thing indeed. It's a shame that you will not be able to see it. You will be too busy experiencing the delicious agony!"
The riding crop was made of bamboo encased in fine black leather. Anthony held it in his right fist so tightly that his knuckles were white.
He tapped the tip of the riding crop against his slightly cupped left palm as he approached the side of the bed.
The man raised the whip high over his head and paused. He took a deep breath and then brought it down as hard as he could. Her body jerked but she made so sound.
He whipped her again and again, and Jacqueline could feel the pain burning its way through her body with each blow. She tried not to cry out, but she could hold back no longer. Her baby blue eyes welled with tears and she began to blubber like a baby.
"STOP! OH PLEASE! STOP! NO MORE! STOP FOR JUST A SECOND! LET THE PAIN SUBSIDE FOR JUST A SECOND!" she screamed.
"I will whip you for only five more minutes, and harder than before. Just five more minutes," Anthony said with a small sadistic laugh.
"NO!"
CRACK!
"AAARRGGHH!" she screamed in pain. Tears were streaming down her face. She could feel the welts rising in stripes across her ass cheeks.
The handsome man was careful never to strike the girl in the same place twice. He would have considered this a waste of time as he did not want to whip the girl where her nerve-endings had already been numbed by the abuse. He whipped the backs of her thighs, right through her stockings. He even brought the whip down a couple of times at the skin at the backs of her knees.
He decided it was time to give himself pleasure. He was tired of the whip.
He could tell that the worst of her pain was over anyway. He tossed the crop aside.
"Now you are to be buggered," he said. His hands went for his belt. He stood at the head of the bed where she could see him.
He whipped out his prick.
She thought she would faint.
It was incredibly large.
The biggest she had ever seen!