Chapter 6
Mary Roger s was in pain, and she could think of nothing but pain.
He had tied her up onto some kind of apparatus, and no matter how she moved, all that she could feel was pain.
It was some kind of cement block, and she was sitting on the base of it. Her hands were pulled behind her back, and they were cuffed together with thick manacles.
The pole between the manacles had been run through a metal ring, hammered into the cement, so she couldn't pull her hands free.
The cement apparatus that she was on was one large piece, and part of it came up in front of her body. Right near where her cunt was, there were spikes sticking up, and each time she would try to lift her cunt up, to pull it away from the spikes, she could feel pain elsewhere in her body.
There was another spiked piece pressed against her legs near the back of her knees, and each time she would pull her cunt up, those spikes would press against her legs, and cut into her flesh. Of course, when she would pull herself up, too, there would be that straining on her hands, because of the way the manacles would slide against them and cut into her flesh there.
"Please, Donald, let me go," she started to moan. "Please. I don't know why you put me here, but I don't like it."
"Bullshit," she heard a voice say, and she didn't know where it was coming from.
"I'm not lying," she said to him. "It hurts and I don't like it."'
"But you do know why you are there," he said to her.
She closed her eyes and managed to choke back some tears.
That much was true. She did understand why he had put her there.
When she had come out of the bathroom, after cleaning herself up, she had asked him to take her home. She had seen how upset he was .about having to leave the club, and she had even suggested that he give her money and she'd take a cab.
"No, I'll take you home," he said to her. "Come ne."
His chauffeur driven limo had been parked outside, and they had climbed into the back. Then, as the man had started to drive, Donald had reached for some cocaine, which he had started to short.
He filled the spoon again and held it under her nose, but she shook her head.
"No, I don't want any of that," she said to him. "I don't like coke." "Darling, never turn down coke, especially when it's being held right under your nose. Just snort it right up and hold it in."
And so, even though she hadn't really wanted to, she did. She didn't think that it would be worth arguing about, and he was right. One long sniff and the spoon was empty, and there was nothing more to discuss about it.
But then, he had started to stroke her blonde hair, and he spoke softly.
"Would you like to tell me about it?" he asked her. "Would you like to tell me why you got sick in the bathroom?"
"I thought that I would like the club this time," she said to him. "I thought that I would be able' to put up with it. I thought that I could get into what was going on, and turn pain into pleasure, but I can't."
"Never say you can't do something," he told her. "It's not the right attitude."
"Look, Donald, I thought that I would do it, because I like you. I thought that I would be able to do anything that I wanted, so long as you wanted it, too. But when I was watching that girl suck you off. , . "
"You were jealous," he said to her. "I could see it in your eyes."
"But you did nothing about it," she told him.
"And why should I? Was" I supposed to pull my dick out of her mouth so that you wouldn't be jealous any longer. Really, Mary, you're placing too high a standard on your own person. You're not worth all that much."
She had been so angry with him then, that she had slapped him across the face.
However, she had not been expecting him to lift his hand to her, which was just what he did. After she slapped him, he moved his hand to her face and slapped her back.
She had started to cry then, and he had held more coke under her nose. She had felt pretty good from the first snort, and hoped that the second one would make her feel even better, which it did manage to do.
"Now, if you could only learn," he said to her. "You would be perfect."
"I don't want to learn," she said to him. "I don't want to learn. You have to want it, and I don't. I think, now, that you are sick. I think that your friends are all kind of sick, too. I think that this whole thing you're telling me about is sick."
He had gotten so angry with her then, that he had slapped her harder.
And that was when she was sure she passed out, because now that she was conscious again, she was bound, and in pain.
"All right," she screamed. "I do know why I'm here. I never should have told you that you and your friends were sick. I had no right to do that."
"Apology accepted," she heard his voice say, and then, silence.
"If that's the case, then come and let me go," she said to him. "I'll leave and you'll never see me again. I'll never tell anyone about you or what you're into, and I swear that I'll never tell anyone about G's."
"Darling, when you decided to come with me to that place, that time, that was all right. I knew that I could take you once, and if you didn't like it, nothing would come of it. That would be it between you and I. But you wanted to come back, and I know that you wanted to learn. Now, you have no choice."
"Learn what?" she said to him, and she felt like she was going to cry again.
"Learn to turn your pain into your pleasure," he said.
And then, she could hear the loud cracking sound, and at the same time, she could feel something hitting her on the back.
She closed her eyes and realized that it was leather. As she pushed her body forward, to try and avoid another blow, she felt the way her tits were being pushed up against some spikes that were connected to another part of the cement apparatus.
She started to scream louder, and then, the leather hit her again.
"Your father might have been whipping you for some reason or other," she heard Donald's voice say, "but you should have realized then that you could channel it. It will be harder to break you now, but I know that I can."
Her father! Her father!
She was sorry that she had ever told him about her father, but now that he brought it up, she just couldn't stop thinking about the man.
She could remember the ways that he would abuse her.
She had been so young the first time he had ever whipped her, and she would never forget how hard he had hit her, and how much pain he had caused to flow in her body.
"I couldn't help it," she started to scream out loud, but Donald didn't answer.
She knew what she was referring to then. The first time he had whipped her was when she had only been nine years old.
He had gotten drunk, and he had started to whip and abuse her mother. When she had heard her mother screaming, she had run into the room, thinking that he was killing her, or something like that. - .
"You bastard," she had screamed at him, because she could hear her mother screaming, and she was thinking that if she could get his attention, he would stop whipping her mother, and leave them both alone.
She had gotten his attention all right, and as he had turned around, he had let the leather lash out in her direction. He had hit her right on the hand, and then, he had started to lash her over and over.
Soon, her clothing had been ripped in the front, especially near her belly where he was aiming the whip, and it was not until her mother had jumped onto her father's back and started to claw his face with her nails, that the man had stopped.
"Get out of here now," her mother had started to yell at her. "Please, Mary, get out of here now. Lock yourself in the bathroom."
She had, but. even as she had stood shuddering in the corner, she had heard the lashing sound over and over again, and her mother's painful groaning following each lashing.
She knew that her father was whipping her mother, possibly harder, because of the way her mother had helped her to escape.
Soon, however, the sound of leather hitting skin had stopped, and she decided that she had. to go and see what was happening.
When she opened her bedroom door she could hear the sound of moaning, and she slowly walked toward her parent's bedroom door. It had been ajar, and when she had looked in, Mary couldn't believe what she was seeing.
There was her mother, strapped down to the bed. It looked like her father had pulled both of her mother's arms up to the bedposts, and tied each one separately. Then, it looked like her legs had been spread wide apart, and each ankle had a rope around it, too. Then, there was another strap laced across her mother's breasts, and Mary remembered the way i looked like her mother's breasts were being confined.
The leather strap had looked, in fact, like i was cutting right into the woman's nipples, but that was only the beginning.
Her father's cock had been hard, and he w starting to rub it all over her mother's body Mary thought that his cock looked scary.
It was so big and thick, and besides, he mother seemed scared of it, too.
Just when her father had been moving it toward her mother's mouth, rubbing it against her lips, Mary had herd the poor woman groaning.
"No, you'll kill me with that thing," she h; been saying. "Please don't."
"You love to suck it, and you know it," he father had said.
"Not when I'm like this. Not when you have me tied down, and you're getting ready t force it on me. I can't bear it that way."
"You'll just have to get used to it then," the man had said, and he had started to laugh a the same moment that he had thrust.
Mary remembered the way the huge shaft had just disappeared between her mother's lips and a few seconds later, she had been sure that her mother was choking. She could see tears running down the woman's cheeks, and she could even hear the distinct sound of the woman gagging.
All she had thought about then was what it might be like to live all alone with her father, and that had caused her to yell out. The thought' of her father killing her mother, so that she would be all alone with him and he could abuse her, was much too terrifying, and she knew she had to stop him.
"Don't," she had started to scream at him. "Don't. You're going to kill my Mommy and I don't want you to. Leave her alone."
He had pulled out of her mother's mouth then, and he had started running after her. She hadn't been prepared for it.
The whole time he had been towering over her, with his hard cock bobbing up and down in the air, and his hand hitting her constantly, she had heard her mother on the bed, screaming and crying. The woman had been screaming at both of them, really, since she was as upset with Mary as she was with her husband.
"Stop hitting her, you'll kill her," she was screaming at the man. "Mary, you stupid fool, I told you to stay in your bedroom. I told you not to come out. Let me up, Jack. Let me up. Leave her alone. You stupid girl, Mary."
Mary had seen something happening then.
While her father had been towering over her, she had seen the way his cock started to pulsate a little bit. Then, there was white cream shooting out of the head of his cock.
It had landed all over her face, and it seemed like the man had been aiming it there.
After that, he had calmed down a little bit. He had told her to get back to her room and try to forget about what had happened.
However, she couldn't. The cream had started to dry on her face, and she had thought that there was just something so evil about it drying like that.
"What are you thinking about?" she heard Donald say to her then.
"What?" she asked, and she was suddenly back in the present.
She knew for sure, when she felt the whip hitting her back again.
"I asked you what you were thinking about, and I want an answer. You were thinking about your father, weren't you?"
"No," she said to him, and the moment that she did, she felt the whip again.
"I'm beginning to know you better than you think, Mary. Don't try to hide these things from me. I know that when I mentioned your father, you must have started to think about him. I know that much about you. Tell me about him."
"No," she screamed, and she was in tears again. "Donald, leave me alone. Let me go. I don't want to see you anymore. I like you, but we're from two different worlds and I don't want to learn about this one."
"You don't want to know how to enjoy pain?" he asked her. "You really should learn how to enjoy it. Don't you understand how much pain and suffering there is in this whole fucking world? Don't you wish you could channel all of that into your own pleasure? Now tell me about your father."
She closed her eyes, and she could see an image of herself, when she was fifteen. Her mother had been out for the evening, playing cards with some friends, and she had been left all alone with her father.
She had been getting undressed when he had walked into her room, and she'd tried to cover herself with her nightgown.
"Let me see my loving daughter," he had -said, and he's reached over and pulled the nightgown away from her, revealing her naked body.
Then he had pushed her back on the bed. When she had seen the way he was moving his hands to his zipper, she had been scared.
The first time he had ever attacked her, she had known very little about sex. She had seen his cock working, but had never really understood it. However, that second time when she was fifteen, she had known more.
Her friends had all been talking about i and one of them had even gone into detail telling Mary just what it was like to suck o her boyfriend's cock. Mary had not really bee able to understand how someone could take cock into her mouth. After all, she had kept thinking, isn't the cock what a man pissed from?
However, her friend had said that she' loved it, and she described the come.
Mary had felt chills running through he body, as she'd heard it and thought about the way her father had come on her once.
She knew, as he was opening his zipper, the he was probably going to expect her to take his cock into her mouth, and she hated the idea of it.
When he had moved his cock closer, she ha thought of something. As soon as he ha thrust it between her lips, she had bit into it hard.
Her father had started to scream, and she would never forget what had happened to he next. He had pulled his belt out of his pant and he had started to whip her on the back harder than she was even biting him.
"Let up, you bitch," he had said to her, an she had to.
The pain he had been inflicting in her body had been too much for her. She had felt the way the belt was cutting into her flesh on her back, and she knew that the wetness she could feel running along her flesh was her own blood.
She had opened her mouth more, and then, her father had taken her by the back of her head, and he had started to thrust.
She could hardly even keep up with him. His cock, which had gotten smaller when she bit into him, was soon fully hard again, and he had been thrusting it in and out of her mouth so fast, that she had been choking a bit.
She remembered the way she had heard her mother choking, and she knew that it was because of her father's thick cock head, and the way it plunged right into her throat each time that he rammed himself in.
When he had started to pulsate, she had been a little bit happier, because she had sensed that he was going to come. She had not relished the thought of swallowing his come, but she knew that his cock would go soft, at least, and that was a step in the right direction when it came to keeping herself from choking.
He had come in her mouth, and she hadn't swallowed it. She had managed to hold it all on her tongue, and when he pulled his cock out of her mouth, she had let it drip down her chin and neck. That had infuriated him once again.
"Next time you learn to swallow it, you bitch," he said, and he had slapped her across the face one final time before leaving the room.
That night, when she had gone into the shower, she had felt the stinging pain on her back, and it had taken weeks for the cut flesh to heal properly.
When she felt Donald lashing her on the back again, she had to turn her head to have a look at her back. As she did, she could feel the way the blade was cutting into her cunt again, and she hated it.
But then, she could feel something that was rather nice.
When she moved her cunt the right way, her clit was rubbing against a part of the blade that was not pointed. All she had to do was move a little bit more, and she was no longer pressed against the cutting part of the blade, at least when it came to her tiny love button. She moved a bit more, and she could feel the way that it was beginning to stiffen on her.
"Mmmm," she started to moan, and she heard Donald laugh.
"You see," he said, and then he lashed her on the back. "You're starting to learn and understand it, Mary. You're starting to know that you can take the pain you think you feel, and make it pleasure."
"My clit is stiff," she moaned. "I can feel the way it's starting to make my cunt wet. That's what's making me feel good."
"But it's pressed against the blade," Donald said, and she felt the way he was running his fingers over her back.
Her back was starting to sting a bit, because of the way his fingers were touching her bruised flesh, and she gasped, softly.
"I know," she said. "I've managed to get it stiff."
"What were you thinking about when you got it stiff?" he asked her.
"Nothing. I didn't have to think of anything. I just wanted to see my back, and when I moved, it was rubbing against the blade in a different way."
"Very good," he said to her. "I can see that when you have learned, it will be most beneficial for you. You see, some of the girls have to think pleasant thoughts in order to keep themselves turned on. But not you. You can do it when you start to rub your cunt in the right way. It's helpful."
She heard the sound of unzipping, and as she turned her head, she could see -that Donald had pulled his hard cock out of his pants.
As she looked at how magnificent his shaft was, she started to think of the other shaft that she had seen quite often.
Her father's. Although he had whipped her and abused her many times, he had only made her take him in orally, which she had always been a bit grateful for. She hadn't wanted him to be the first man to fuck her.
He had had an ugly cock, and she had always hated the thought of taking it into her mouth. Still, when he forced her, there was nothing she could do.
Donald's cock, however, was beautiful. She noted that it was much bigger than her father's cock had been, and she could remember the way she had choked on Donald's cock a little bit, each time he had thrust it into her mouth, that night at G's.
But it had been worth it, because of how nice looking the shaft was.
She started to lick her lips, and he laughed at her.
"You like the looks of my dick, don't you?" he asked.
"Yes," she said to him. "It's very beautiful. I wish that my hands were free so that I could touch it. Would you open these cuffs?"
"No, but I'll show you what I will do," he said, and as he started to move in front of her, she noticed the way his cock was just at her mouth level.
She moved it to her lips, and started to rub it there. She could taste the sweet flavor of his cock on her lips, and she could also smell the strong musky male odor of his groin. She started to feel pleasure running through her body.
Then, Donald thrust his cock into her mouth, without even moving his hands to the back of her head, and she was so eager to get him all the way into her mouth, that she moved her mouth all the way down the shaft.
He loved it, and he started to guide her head. As he did, he noticed the way her entire body was moving, including her cunt, which was pressing back and forth against the blade that was there. He could even see the slightest trace of blood, and he knew that her cunt was getting cut a bit.
And yet, she was getting off on his cock so much, that she hardly even seemed to notice. When he saw the way her body was starting to get all wet with sweat, and saw the way her nipples were so stiff, he knew something else.
As he looked down between her legs then, there was more cunt cream than blood, and Donald was happy to see that she was coming.
He kept moving her body anyway, and he could feel the way his own cock was starting to throb in her mouth. He knew that he wanted to come in her throat, and when he felt the strong urge to shoot off his load, he thrust deep into her throat.
She started to come even harder then, and he was laughing as she was choking down the abundant amount of cream that his cock was shooting off.
"You might not even realize how well you've just done for yourself," he said, between short breaths. "But you have managed to suck me off all the way, and you are coming like a bitch in heat, even with the blade cutting into you."