Chapter 6
"I don't want to do this," said Vanessa, her voice shaking. Clayton Summers shoved her into the darkened room. She stumbled over a low footstool, falling to her hands and knees. Her entire body shook uncontrollably with fear.
Or was it fear?
Vanessa didn't know. She hated the idea of what Clayton had done to her. And she hated the way he so totally dominated her. Yet she needed it. She needed to bask in the man's immense power. The woman had tasted the power he wielded and wanted to feel it coursing through her own body, even if it was second-hand. Only in this way could she feel she was really getting the most out of life.
The lights went on, blinding her momentarily. She blinked hard, the tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Clayton, please, we can work all this ridiculous mess out. I know we can."
"There's nothing to work out," he said in a cold, controlled voice that both thrilled and terrified her. She felt her heart begin to beat out a tempo of stark terror. And while the beautiful woman felt her entire body filling with soul numbing fright, her pussy began to drool obscenely.
He hadn't given her back her panties before they left the party. She'd been totally naked under her skirt as he pushed her out, constantly whispering the awful threat to hike up that short, silky skirt at any instant and reveal her cunt to all those gawking party-goers. And now the juices trickled from her shorn, naked pussy and ran down the insides of her tender thighs.
The lovely young girl felt more naked than if he'd stripped her of all her clothes. Her quaking pussy was snipped clean of all her once-lush, jet-black, crinkly bush. And Clayton Summers wanted something more from her.
That was why he'd brought her to his house.
She'd been here many times, sometimes for legitimate business meetings, and sometimes for the clandestine meetings that always led to fucking. The location was perfect for privacy. The nearest neighbor was a quarter-mile down the road. The immense house set in the center of almost an acre of land.
Vanessa could scream, and nobody would ever hear her.
And she realized then that screaming would have to occur-soon. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw Clayton Summers take a long blacksnake whip from a drawer in his desk. The man's wrist quivered once, sending the long black leather band uncurling into the room with an almost obscene bonelessness.
"I'm an expert with this, Vanessa," he said in a conversational tone. But she saw the wild fire burning in his eyes. And the bulge growing at the man's crotch wasn't to be mistaken. She wondered how bad it must hurt. His cock had to be trying to turn cartwheels to make a mound that size.
Then Vanessa forgot all about such things. The leather whip came snaking through the air toward her in slow motion. She felt as if she'd been dropped into a vat of thick, sluggish molasses. She saw the ugly whip lashing toward her trim white body and couldn't move fast enough to avoid its obscene caress. She felt sudden fire in her shoulder as the whip cut through her blouse. A second cut pulled the blouse entirely from her back.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she sobbed, the pain lancing into her back almost more than she could stand. She huddled on the floor, her arms crossed over her lust tits.
As she tried to pull herself into a tight little ball of quivering, frightened flesh, she felt her mushroom-sized nipples hardening and her cunt creaming over. The beautiful woman had to admit it. She was getting horny.
Pain was turning her on.
"Stand," he commanded.
Vanessa obeyed. She stood naked to the waist, the twin welts throbbing mercilessly across her back. She shrieked as the whip wrapped itself around her hips. She felt the pain spearing into her ass and past her cunt as the whip pulled away her skirt. The secretary was now bare-ass naked in the face of Summers and his singing, torturing whip.
"Don't hurt me any more, Clayton, please don't!" she sobbed, her entire body quaking. Her tits bobbed in front of her body, the ruddy nipples tracing out invisible figure eights in the air. She reached behind her and rubbed over the welt now rising on her ass.
Vanessa instantly regretted it. Pain stabbed down into her body as she stroked across the vicious red line on her otherwise milky-white flesh.
"You love it. You want more of this!" he cried.
The whip curled out and wrapped around her slender ankle. With a quick jerk, he sent her tumbling backward, sprawling onto the floor. She stared up at him with fear in her bright green eyes.
"You are a cunt. Repeat it. Say that!"
"I...I'm a cunt!" she gasped out.
"NO!" he roared. "That's not the way you're supposed to say it, you stupid bitch! Say that you're a stupid cunt, Master!"
"I...I'm a stupid cunt, Master."
"Better, but still not good enough," he said. She watched as he fumbled out chains from the drawer where he'd gotten the whip. She began scuttling away like a crab on a beach.
"No, you won't put those on me. You can't! Please, Clayton, don't do it to me! I don't deserve this!"
His whip lashed out and caught Vanessa around the waist. She shrieked in agony. He pulled her in across the floor like a fish on a line. With deft movement, he had her wrists chained tightly together; then he worked on her ankles, allowing two feet of jangling metallic links to remain between.
"Still not good enough," he said, backing away and looking at his handiwork. She was on her hands and knees like a dog.
"Go to hell, you bastard," she cried, the tears running down her cheeks. She screamed when the whip lashed out and licked hungrily along her taut, upraised ass.
Vanessa tried to escape on her hands and knees. The chains prevented much movement. And the whip sang down on her repeatedly until she was positive her ass was being turned into a bloody mass of fleshy ribbon. Once, the whip lashed into the deep canyon between her ass-cheeks and lightly touched both ass-hole and cunt.
She screamed-and came.
The orgasm took her totally by surprise. And what surprised her even more was the way the leather thong on the end of the whip came away dampened with her pussy fluids. It had lashed into her shorn cunt lips and come away with a load of her fuck juices.
She was turned on by this. As much as it humiliated her, she had to admit she was getting off on Summers' punishment.
"Just a few more good strokes, and you'll be ready," announced Summers.
"R-ready for what?" she gasped out. The whip curled up under her heaving body and lightly touched both of her turgid, throbbingly alive nipples. The jab of pain and desire launched into her chest almost set her off again.
"Good," said Summers, ignoring her question. Vanessa recoiled in horror when she realized she wanted to please the man. Her tormentor dropped to his knees behind her, his hands stroking over her burning, whipped ass. "I'm going to give you your reward now. You will enjoy it."
She shuddered as his hands cupped both of her ass-cheeks and began squeezing down on them. The tortured, whipped flesh trembled, but the movement of his fingers actually aroused her. He wasn't going to hurt her. He had already told her that. She had pleased him. He was going to give her some of that pleasure now. This powerful, wonderful man wanted her now.
Vanessa groaned even more when she felt the long, hot shaft of his prick poking down into her ass crack. The hot cylinder of cock flesh dipped lower and lightly brushed her tensed ass-hole. She moaned and urged him to fuck her up the ass-hole.
"There!" she cried. "Fuck me there!"
"No," he said quietly. "I don't think so. Perhaps later, if you're very, very good. Right now, I'm just going to mount you like a stud dog would fuck a bitch. I'm going to show you how good it can be obeying me, as long as you're an animal."
His cock slid past her ass-hole and worked down to her trembling cunt lips. The puffy flaps guarding her shaved cunt hole seemed to flutter in response to this attention from his prick. It was so much different being fucked like a bitch in heat. It was totally different from the fucking she had received at the party. Same actions but widely-different sensations.
This was lustier, more vital, more alive somehow. And she wanted his prick more than anything else in the world. He had promised her a reward, and this was all she could have hoped for. The lovely young girl wanted it. She wanted his prick badly!
"Fuck me!" she pleaded. "Drive it all the way up into my cunt. Give me all your cock!"
His hands stroked over the reddened half-moons of her ass. He levered his hips forward, sending his prick racing into the pink, cradling dampness of her cunt lips.
The electric surge into her loins almost brought the beautiful woman off. Never had Vanessa been turned on this fast by the movement of a man's cock against her pussy lips. In it, yes, but never from just the promise of it entering her raging hot cunt.
"Fuck meeeee!" she begged. "I need it so baaaaad!" She put her head down on the cold floor and reached back between her legs with her chained hands. She found the man's balls dangling down under the long spike of his prick. She tugged at his balls and felt them churn and boil inside. Reaching higher, she captured his cock and pulled it directly toward her cunt hole.
Clayton Summers laughed delightedly, and she knew she was pleasing him. For some reason, giving him pleasure was the only thing she could think of. Nothing less would do for her. She pulled harder and positioned her own ass so that his plum-tipped cock was right in the center of her cunt.
"Fuck me," she called out. "Drive that prick all the way up my pussy. It's where I want it nooow!"
Vanessa gasped in surprise as he rammed into her pussy. The sudden penetration took away her breath. One instant, she was all hollow inside and hungering for the cock she knew would come eventually. The next instant, she had all the prick she could stand. In this position, he was able to bury himself impossibly deep in her twitching cunt.
His huge girth pushed her pussy walls to the breaking point. But she felt her inner membrane quickly expanding to take his mighty pillar of cock. His prick danced around, virile and strong, in her tightly-gripping cunt for almost a minute, as if it wanted to sample the heat boiling from her guts.
And then he began fucking her so fast she felt her teeth rattle under every single impact of his body against hers. This wasn't a slow, easy, gradual fucking. He went at it brutally, giving her his all-out best. She felt his cock ripping and roaring along her cunt, warming her belly with friction of his thrusts. The full length of her pussy contracted mightily as she came.
Vanessa heard the straining man grunt as her pussy snapped down and powerfully squeezed on his hard-fucking prick. But he didn't slow down. Her slick cunt oils allowed him to slide out easily enough, in spite of the way she was trying to clutch and hold him inside her with her pussy muscles.
"More," the beautiful woman begged. "Give me more!"
He fucked her so hard that she felt the skin rubbing off her cheek as every single slamming movement into her cunt pushed her entire body along the floor. She reached back and massaged his balls while he fucked her like a dog. She loved it. In spite of the beating and the humiliation and all the rest, Vanessa loved it and couldn't get enough.
She came again.
Vanessa screeched out a long, heartfelt, "Aieeeeee!" and kept coming. She felt like a string of firecrackers going off. Her entire body was primed and ready for cock, lots of cock. And when she felt the whip begin lashing across her hunched shoulders, she came. Anything he did to her made her respond violently. The pain mingled with the pleasure in her cunt. Everything melted together, and the entire world ruptured around her.
Summers fucked faster, his prick driving hard. And the secretary felt the next orgasm more powerfully than ever before.
Power. Clayton Summers gave her a sense of being powerful even while he was degrading her. She needed that nearness to his potent dominance. She needed it like a junkie needs dope. And the beautiful woman was getting it full bore now.
Vanessa gasped and tensed all over as the whipping continued. This time she triggered the man's climax with her convulsing cunt walls. He pumped wildly into her hot, tight pussy. His prick reamed her out good, the fuck juices leaking out around the thick plug of his cock. As her entire body tensed up, his prick jerked hard and shot out the creamy white jism locked in his balls.
The searing gush of his come set her off again. The lovely young girl loved the feel of his hairy thighs rubbing into her whipped ass. The feel of the rough rug cutting into her flesh made it lustier, better than ever. And the superheated surge of his jizz set her off with the biggest orgasm of her young life.
The instant that gooey jizz blasted into her eagerly-awaiting body, the man pulled out. The second and third and remainder of his come squirted out onto the lovely young girl's back and trickled down her spine.
She groaned as his jism trickled along her whipped shoulders and into the fiery welts he'd raised there with his whip. But she wasn't going to complain. Vanessa might have felt better at some time in the past, but she couldn't remember when it might have been.
She was getting all the attention she could want from Clayton Summers. And the man had fucked her. He had graced her with his long, hard, hot cock. What more could a mere secretary want from life than to be momentarily sharing such power?
Vanessa Curtis collapsed forward, still bound, her shaved pussy lips trembling, her well-whipped ass hot, and she knew she'd never felt better.