Chapter 9
"My arm is tired," complained Summers. "I've been beating you too long. You made me do it, too. You realize that, don't you, my darling little cunt?"
Vanessa was too dazed to know what the man was saying. After she'd sucked him off, he'd begun beating her with the whip. He'd been as merciless as he was expert with the whip.
No matter where she moved around the room, he found her flesh with the licking leather tongue. And freeing her hands had made her even more helpless, not less. He'd kept her feet chained together so she couldn't run, but the relative freedom of her wrists made her think she had more power over him.
She didn't.
The more the pretty woman tried to fend off the whip with her hands, the more inventive Summers became in using it. He had lightly nipped and picked at her nipples until they were red and raw and throbbing-with lust. Each longing caress of the whip over those turgid mushroom-sized piles of erectile flesh sent gallons and gallons of excited blood pumping into them.
How had he managed it without leaving even one red welt the abused young girl didn't know. All she could say was that Clayton was superb when he whipped her.
And her cunt!
How he longed to have all her fleecy black cunt bush back. He had whipped her as she crawled. And every single one of those hard lashes had landed either between her ass or across her pussy. The pain lancing into her cunt made her shudder and moan and sob uncontrollably. And what worried her even more was the way her cunt dribbled its fuck juices.
He beat her cunt lips with his whip, and her cunt got all juicy like she was excited and wanted him to fuck her with his cock. The young secretary didn't understand what was happening to her.
She loved Clayton. That was for sure. No matter what he did to her, she loved him. But why did he have to treat her like a pile of dog shit? She'd spread for him in a hurry. She loved him.
But it was obvious that he could only get off when he was abusing her, making her feel like trash, doing hideous things to her creamy, tender, white body.
As much as Vanessa hated to admit it to herself, the feeling of power exuding from the tall, gaunt man turned her on no matter what he did. She'd never felt it with anyone else before. Every one of the men-boys, really-she'd gone out with in high school and the two years she'd spent in college seemed bland, dull, childish. Clayton Summers was a man, a real man. When he spoke, others listened. When he commanded, everyone obeyed.
Vanessa Curtis needed a man like that, a take-charge sort who knew what he wanted out of life and took it.
She just wished he didn't have to beat her across her shaved pussy lips.
"I'm ready to fuck you now," he said in a low voice.
Desire blasted through the tortured woman's body. She wanted to feel that long, powerful prick delving deeper and deeper into her cunt, making her into a real woman, giving her the pleasure that can only be given to a woman by a man.
"Fuck me, Clayton!" she moaned. "Fuck me good!"
"You didn't call me Master," he said in a chiding voice. "I see that you'll have to be punished for that. I shall punish and fuck you at the same time. Now how shall I do it?"
"You w-want me to give you my own punishment?" she asked, astounded. Her mind raced. If she told him something too simple, not harsh enough, he'd really torture her. On the other hand, Vanessa wasn't sure she could stand real discipline.
"Of course, you ignorant slut. What shall I do to properly discipline you for this infraction?"
"Anything you want, Master," she said in a trembling voice. She felt like a trapped animal again, her feet caught in a trap, with no way to escape.
"I know. I shall tie you up by your hair again. I do so love that long, long black hair of yours."
"No, not that!" she screamed. "That hurts!"
Vanessa couldn't forget the way she'd felt after Fred and George had fucked her up her ass and cunt. Her ass had ached and her cunt tingled but her scalp had hurt. Really hurt. And it was so degrading being strung up by her precious, long hair.
"Very well," he said, surprising her with his mercy. "I won't hang you up by your hair. I watched while those two buffoons fucked you that way, and it didn't appear all that exciting. I have another method in mind."
"Yes, Master, yes, anything!" she gushed, not caring. As long as he didn't harm her hair further, she knew she could survive. When he unfastened the chains on her ankles, she thought he was going to fuck her in the usual way, maybe even in a nice, soft bed with the lights turned low. She thought that until he dragged her into the next room.
Rigged in the doorway leading into the bedroom was a single steel bar just a little above her shoulder height. He gripped her hair even harder as he pulled her over to the bar and yanked her upright.
He lifted her arms over the cold steel bar, then used adhesive tape to fasten her wrists together and used another loop of tape around her waist to hold her wrists there. The bar effectively pinioned her arms, forming an axle about which Summers could spin her. The sticky adhesive tape would hurt like hell when he pulled it off too. But what did he care? That might only add to his enjoyment later.
"Please, Master. This hurts!"
"Tough shit," he said in a voice hardly more than a whisper. "You're hanging nice and loose for me-for me!"
He gave her a shove and sent her rocking, the bar under her armpits, supporting her weight.
"And your feet just reach the floor. Good."
Vanessa noticed how she was straining. Her toes barely touched the floor. The aching in her calves was beginning to rival the pain she felt in her shoulders and arms. And there was no telling what the man would do to her.
Summers walked back and forth in front of her, surveying the way she strained. Her tits were pressed almost flat against her chest with the strain of maintaining the position. Her leg muscles were tight and firm. Her ass tensed and looked inviting enough to fuck. And her shaved pussy was already dotted with tiny beads of fuck sauce. Just being tied up and at the mercy of this man was enough to make the abused young girl want him.
He continued letting his light, sex-hungry eyes roam over her helpless young body. It seemed to bother her. He liked that. It made him feel even more powerful. As she shifted position trying to get more comfortable, the firm mounds of her tits bounced just a little. Not too much, not too floppy, but enough to show she had big enough tits to be interesting.
The brown patch of skin around her nipple visibly pulsated. The bright red nipples pasted on each tip of her twin mounds of tit flesh pointed directly at him. They might have been accusing fingers.
He stepped closer and took her tits in hand and shoved hard. The smooth skin flowed under his fingers, and the girl's body rocked and swayed on the steel bar.
"Yes," he said. "That's good." He licked his lips as he studied her wanton nakedness.
The man could hardly believe his good fortune at finding such a willing secretary. The big tits were nice, but the rest of the package was well worth a second look, especially now that she was completely under his power. He moved around behind her.
Her trim waist hinted at one hell of a good fucking awaiting him. The ass was warm and womanly. Her ass wasn't one of those tight, masculine asses so may of the younger teenagers sported. This was a real ass, a fuckable woman's ass.
He grabbed hold of both ass-cheeks, one in each hand. He tried to pull the ass flesh from the pretty woman's body. She had to arch her back and shove her ass toward him. She softly moaned.
He couldn't tell if it was from pain or pleasure. Not that it mattered to him.
He was getting his rocks off already. And more succulent woman flesh would be his before he finished with Vanessa. His cock turned cartwheels in his pants. His prick was begging to be let out to dip into the pink cunt lips underneath that bare patch of pussy mound.
"You like it, don't you?" he demanded. "You want me to fuck you. You want my prick buried balls deep in your slimy cunt. Perhaps I'll just leave you for a while. This is
Friday. I could come back Sunday evening."
"Two days!" cried Vanessa, shocked. "You can't leave me here like this for two days! You just can't!" A feeling of utter helplessness flooded her senses. She strained to pull at the adhesive tape. It itched and cut deeper into her soft flesh. There was no escape for her.
And the way her shoulders and arms were aching now-in two days they would be killing her. Clayton Summers couldn't just abandon her like that. He couldn't!
He saw the sudden fear flaring on her beautiful face. He laughed harshly, turned and walked away. Vanessa almost fainted from the sudden realization that the man could do anything he wanted to her, no matter how depraved.
"I can leave you trussed up like that. Your hands are bound in such a way you could never get free. And think of the mess. Can you hold in all your shit and piss for two days? I doubt it. You'll be standing in the middle of your own foulness."
"You...you'd have to clean it up," Vanessa said desperately.
"Oh, no, Slave, I wouldn't. You would. You would have to lick it up. Push it around with your tongue, then lap it up. Yes."
She almost pissed in fear then. Only the knowledge that the man was telling her exactly what he would have her do stopped the stream of smelly piss. Cold, gnawing fear settled into the secretary's belly.
Vanessa closed her eyes and swallowed hard. And then she yelped when she felt Summers' cock poke into her cunt lips. She struggled to get away from the unexpected force of his prick. But there was no escape. With her arms bound as they were, she was completely powerless. He could do whatever he wanted to her.
And right now he was going to fuck her.
His hands went under her ass-cheeks and lifted her up. She was able to support a little more of her weight on her arms, but not enough to take all the strain off. As he lifted her hips upward, her cunt exposed itself to his questing prick.
Summers jammed his hips forward and sank balls deep into her juicy pussy.
They both gasped at the sudden penetration of her tight cunt.
It would have hurt-bad-if her cunt hadn't been dewy from the idea of having him fuck her. As it was, she merely groaned when she felt the thick cock driving all the way in, spreading her pussy walls out of its way.
Once buried in her juicy cunt, his cock didn't feel any different than any other man's. Closing her eyes, the abused young girl was able to make believe that this was happening all in a dream, that it wasn't a flesh and blood cock fucking her pussy.
She kept telling herself this over and over.
He started swinging her in a shallow arc. She rocked to and fro on the steel rod. This carried her cunt away from his prick. He didn't have to move his hips at all. Her swinging body was doing all the work of fucking.
She was actually fucking herself for her dominating master's convenience.
He continued swinging her back and forth on his prick several times. Once, she grunted and felt the entire length of her cunt collapse around the massive girth of his cock. She felt the broad purple cock head deep inside her pussy. His prick danced around with wild lust.
Every single contour of his cock stood out in bold relief. She even felt his balls banging against her ass-hole. She remembered when he had chained her and fucked her up that ass-hole. And how he had whipped her. And abused and degraded her-like he was doing now. Then all such memories were driven from her head. He was rocking her high on the bar, then releasing her.
The pain was immense in her shoulders and spreading rapidly into her chest. This canceled the intense pleasure he was generating in her trim, lush body by fucking her.
"Ummmmm, good, Master, so gooood!"
"It should be," he grunted. "I know what my slaves want. And you want more cock, don't you, cunt? Don't you?"
He emphasized the question with a faster swing. She had to put her legs up around his waist. The rocking motion made her feel as if she'd go sailing off into space at any instant.
He took the slender legs wrapping around his waist as a sign that she was agreeing with him. He fucked faster.
The lewd, squishing noise of his cock thrusting in and out of her juicy pussy filled the silent house. It echoed and came back to taunt the bound, helpless girl. She felt so many conflicting emotions at the moment, the sounds only added to her confusion.
She should have been aroused by the sounds of fucking. It was a good sound. The noises of a man fucking a woman should have sent her off on a wild climax. But all she could think of was the strange position she found herself in. Here she was, tied up around a steel bar, swinging back and forth so that Summers' prick penetrated her cunt-and she was actually beginning to enjoy the hell out of it.
She shouldn't respond so vigorously, so positively. She tried to keep that thought in mind. This was sick, wanting to be someone else's slave. No matter that the man was dominating, more masculine than any stud she'd ever met before, that he was a powerful politician with influence reaching all the way to Washington. This was the era of Women's Lib. She had tried to be independent, as assertive as any man, to raise her own consciousness.
She loved being the helpless slave of this commanding man.
No matter how degrading, she enjoyed it. Then she screamed a loud, ear-piercing scream of agony. Summers had added a new dimension of pain to the fucking.
He pulled a bit of the adhesive tape off the roll and plastered it across her aroused nipples. Then he yanked it off. She felt her sensitive, delicate skin tearing.
Her tits hammered with forbidden desires. They were like balloons overfilled with air. They threatened to pop at any instant. And then he ripped the adhesive tape off her nipples.
The arrows of pain shot deep into her chest. The waves of pain from her tortured tits and aching shoulders pressed downward in a dull tide. It threatened to swamp her young body. But the pleasure building in her cunt was more than enough-so far-to offset it.
Somehow, Clayton had achieved just the right balance of torment. The dull, aching pain was erased by the wellings of joy from her well-fucked pussy. She didn't understand it. It only made her more confused than ever.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she sobbed.
"Why? This is your lesson for the day. Don't you find it instructive? Pain can be very instructive. And I want you to think about why you are content to be my sex slave. Why you keep coming back for more. Why you enjoy being chained and whipped and raped. Think about it, you stupid cunt, think about it!"
He started swinging her in a long arc. Each time their sweat-dampened crotches smashed together, it was like a car slamming into a wall. He penetrated her body deeper and deeper as the force of his fucking strokes increased.
The lovely woman took the full pressure on her arms. They were aching horribly but she couldn't think of anything but her pussy. It burned with desire!
She hated herself for that. But her body was telling her to enjoy this rape.
She abandoned herself totally to Clayton. She pulled him closer with her strong legs. Vanessa locked her ankles behind his waist to keep him from backing away. If she was going to be raped, then, by damn, she was going to get the most pleasure possible from it.
"Go on, Master, fuck me good. Fuck me damn gooooood!"
"My slave's still got fire in her veins. I don't like feisty bitches. I'm going to tame you with my prick."
The secretary didn't know if he could or not. She no longer cared. Her body was assaulted on all sides by pain and delight. She let them mix together. The waves of sensation were threatening to drown her. She merely accepted them as they came, enjoyed them if she could, winced if she couldn't.
But the important thing was driving that spike of prick all the way up to her chin. Vanessa wanted to make him split her apart all the way along her young, trim body. She strained forward even harder, her legs locking firmly around his heaving waist. She felt his cock sink even further up into her pussy. Then her cunt walls tightened to give his prick a caress as if he'd shoved himself full length into a hand wearing a velvet glove.
Sweat ran down Summers' chest due to the passionate embrace in which he found his thrusting cock. His hands grew slippery on her ass. He barely kept her swinging on and off his prick. The warm sheath of cunt surrounding his hard-fucking prick was like a magnet to the iron of his cock. He pulled her onto him fully, hesitated long enough to revel in the untouched wonders of her pussy, then let her swing away.
Her legs kept her from going too far.
Then his hands gripped her ass-cheeks and pulled her crotch back to his. It was a perfect situation.
For him.
He didn't care if she was tied up. In fact, he got off in a big way on seeing the dark-haired secretary helpless and subservient to his every whim. He didn't care that she was in pain from being wrapped around his iron-hard prick. Pain tightened all the right muscles and made fucking a more intense experience.
For him.
He was king. And he was showing her how really virile he was. Let all those young college studs brag. They came into politics young and virile and thinking they knew everything about power. None could match the fucking power of his cock! He was not only well hung, he knew how to effectively use that pussy pleaser of a prick.
Clayton drove his cock powerfully in under where her patch of pussy fleece had been before he shaved it off. The shaved pussy lips were a channel guiding the way for his prick. He parted her pinkly-scalloped inner pussy lips and surged hard up into her cunt. He felt the friction burning away the lubrication leaking from her pussy.
He felt the burning heat slowly creep backwards along his cock. He tried to hold down the fiery tide for a few more seconds. He swung the bound girl faster. Her pussy raced along his prick. The hot blast of his jism refused to wait any longer.
He exploded into her cunt.
He fucked wildly until his prick was depleted. When Summers finished, he took a step back and allowed the pretty woman to hang limp and tired from the steel bar. A strand of dark hair strayed into her eyes. He moved it away to give her clear vision.
"See, pleasing your master isn't so bad, is it, Slave?"
"Why do you do this to me?" asked Vanessa. Her crotch was still on fire. It was as if the man had dipped his prick in acid before fucking her. Everywhere he'd touched her body burned like hellfire.
"I told you. This is a philosophy lesson for you. A personalized lesson in what makes you tick. You want abuse. You like to sample second-hand the power I wield every day. I'm going to keep fucking you whenever I want to, and I'm going to keep on torturing you, too. And I'll continue giving it to you until you figure that out."
She shuddered. Vanessa knew he was intent on humiliating her in every way possible. He wanted her to feel dirty about what he did to her. The rape, the chains, the whippings-all were planned by Clayton to make her feel like a common slut. And she wanted more.