Hardly had her shriek died away, when the whip darted down… the plaited tip lashed the sensual aureole, cruelly martyring the sensitive love-flesh.
“Ohhahhhhhhhh!” Her shriek was strident, her head jerked desperately against the belt thong; again he saw her loins arid belly rise frantically, then fall back, writhing in tumultuous agony.
A third lash licked angrily along the glorious curving slope of that mastered breast, leaving its lascivious streak upon the ivory splendor of the skin.
“Mercy! Oh, you’ll kill me! Ahhhhh, the pain!”
“Ask me to fuck you, then!” was his answer.
“Kill me! Oh, let me die!” she cried, sobbing hysterically, her nostrils flaring.
He raised the lash. high; she cringed, flattening herself, trying to diminish her body on the bed; and as she bit her lips, maddened by the most overwhelming fear, he deftly flicked the lash into one raven-downed armpit, stinging the hypersensitive flesh keenly with a suffering that invaded her martyred nerves unbearably.
She writhed, jerked, shrieking, her eyes revulsing, her head starting up from the soft lacy pillow on which her streaming raven hair made so delectably exotic a mantle for her own shame of bedded nuptial-lust!
Again the whip-the terrible, pitiless whip, learning the secrets of her throbbing, patrician flesh as his manhood would learn them soon! And as the lash again attained her armpit, as she flung her head forward, oblivious to the wrenching anguish which the belt effected, her dilated, feverish eyes beheld- The sacrificial sword of virile imminence!
Yes, for, infuriated by her sensual drama, his penis tilted to her aghast eyes from the shaggy matting of his loin hair as he knelt erect over and dominating her-and now this whip of hellish carnality was as terrible, surely, as the diabolical leather thong he knew so mercilessly how to apply against the most sensitive zones of her virgin, ivory body!
He saw and cruelly smiled to see, the agony in her eyes: she was between the Scylla of pain and the Charybdis of lust-which would she choose?
Thrilling it was to await her decision, for either would destroy her vaunted pride, her aristocratic bearing and her purity! “Choose your pick, darling,” he said, eyeing her steadily, “the whip or my cock! Which shall it be? See, both raise to acclaim your untouchable virginity!
Answer me, teasing twat-proud whore!”
She could not speak; her throat was constricted by fear, by shame, by anguish.
The whip spoke for her; swiftly, with all his strength, he leaped the leather thong in a lateral motion that flailed both of her choice, firm, pear shaped breasts, kissing them equally and impartially.
“Ahrrrhrhrrrh!-Oh… oh… no more. I… I… can’t… bear… it… any longer… Do… do… what you… want with me… kill me… let me die… and escape this… oh… oh… oh… my… God… I “her voice was hysterical, swooning, quivering with feverish exhaustion.
“Be very sure of what you are saying. If you do not want the whip, there is only one alternative left you-to have your cunt stretched! is that what you want?” Cruelly; the inquisition- persisted… her head reeled with the century-long martyrdom… her body quivered, rippling with spasmodic shudders.
“Ahh… oh… Bob… Bob… please…” brokenly she murmured, panting, her lips uncontrollably trembling.
“You haven’t answered me, you dirty slut! There!”
And again the agonizing plaited tip of the lash bit into her shivering, soft armpit.
Shrieking in anguish, Marcia writhed, jerked, trembling piteously. He bent over her, his flushed, lusting features near her tear-stained face. “Will you answer, or must I try the whip against your diffident cunt?”
“No… oh… no… I… I… submit… take me… have me…“ she whispered and her body was shaken by a prolonged spasm of utter shame.
“You must phrase your proposition more attractively than that, or you’ll earn very little as a can house prick gobbler… say to me, Darling, I am dying for you… won’t you be kind and, fuck me good! – Say it, or I’ll bite-off your cunt hair and spit it in your, deceitful, smug, bitchy face”
In the next room, the watching lovers, curled comfortably on a divan, were moved by the sensual passion of this exciting drama and already Marie’s soft, dainty fingers were gently rimming the fiery cock head of her lover, her naked, rounded breasts rising and falling to the rhythmic cadence of desire- “Oh… oh…“ groaned Marcia, defeated at last by this tempestuous domination that had engulfed her, “isn’t… it… enough… I’ve-said… have me… grant me… at-least some mercy, Bob… now that I’m in your power…“
“No! You must obey me, or be whipped, bitten, pinched and slapped until you do!
Now, a last time-say what I told you to!”
And cruelly he slapped her cheeks alternately, buffeting her head back and forth with the chastening vigor of his open palm.
“Ahh ah oh stop I-I… will obey…“ she shrieked.
“Then let me hear you recite your lesson!”
And as her lips, trembling piteously, began to form the lascivious words as token of her own self-martyrdom to his lust, he moved closer on her, straddling her hips with his knees and, cupping her breast with his left hand, took hold of his prong and began to rub the fiery tip against the outer tendrils of her pussyhair that were visible and enticing through the opened flaps of the satin panties!
She longed for death; always, she had sought to evade payment of her evil ways.
Evasion was not to be granted her.
He tightened his hold on-her breast, like a vise and, frantic, she cried out hysterically, “Ohoh… Bob… darling… I… I… want you… please-… please… take me.
For answer, his fingers increased their constraining grip until she writhed; biting her lips, flinging her head madly against the strap, crying frantically, ”Oh… alt… stop… stopppp I… I’ve obeyed… oh… mercy, it’s… awful… Bobbb… dear sweet Bob… take your hand away… ahahhhhh!”
“Not have me, but fuck me, Marcia. That’s what you must say if you want me to stop pinching your tittie. Let me hear your noble, selfish, haughty lips say that word you shrink from in your bitchy, puritan mind!”
And, by way of emphasis, he took her nipple between the nails of thumb and forefinger and compressed them.
“Aiiaiahhhhhhhhl I’ll say it… oh… no my God… ahhh… f-fuck… me… fuck… me… don’t… hurt me… any more… ahh… oo.”
He released her breast at once and smiled triumphantly “At last,” he said and his tone was biting, contemptuous, assured-now, “I’ve heard you offer yourself like the whore you are. Now I’ve no more illusions about your being far too nice and pure for me to want to kiss or neck with… so I fuck you as if you were a whore I’d picked up on Broadway. All that you mean to me a virgin twat that’s long overdue for stretch.
And, guiding his penis to the shrouded mouth of Venus with his fight hand he spread away the protesting, pleading, shielding tendrils of her pussy foliage and bared the naked, pouting coral lips of her maiden slit!
She closed her eyes, her head sagging to the side toward which his belt compelled; a terrible shudder invaded her body; and with that instinctive terror of the virgin, her thighs quiveringly sought to close.
But, planting down his left knee, he forbade that last, desolate resource and now with thumb and forefinger of his left hand, he carefully and slowly pried her coral slit-lips apart and inserted the head of his vigorous, throbbing prong.
His hand withdrew; the lips unwillingly kissed the fiery tip of his lust-loaded cock!
Then, setting his left hand cruelly, lasciviously against her armpit, his fingers curling around the divine curve of her shoulder and his thumb pressing insidiously into that warm, scented, raven downed niche of her beautiful arm,-he passed his right hand beneath her shuddering body and cupped one resilient, firm and oval buttock forcefully, digging in his fingers to assert his readiness to accept her shameful offer! “I want to feel all of you obeying me,” he rasped easing himself down on her spread eagled body, his lips so near that they were fanned by her panting, humid breath, the breath of anguished virginity at peril.
“Yes,” he-went on, “so finally I can be sure every inch of your sluttish, pampered body be longs to me because I’ve paid for the wriggling of your satin-sheathed asscheeks… paid for the stench of your perfumed armpits… the salt of your tears staining your cheeks… paid for your virgin cunt in which I’ve put-in the first inch of a cock that’ll teach you every-thing a whore should know… and now… get ready… cooperate and give me something I’ll always remember for the money I’ve spent to fuck you.”
And as he finished and as she lay, groaning, weeping, trembling in utter terror and defeat and shame, he surged slowly forward…
His penis glided inward.
Her loins tensed, thrilled with apprehensive tumult.
He paused, his eyes drinking in the contorted anguish of her face, the great tears that flowed piteously down her flushed cheeks-flushed not only from her shame, but from the cruel slaps he had rained upon her.
Then, pressing his thumb harder into her armpit till she moaned in pain, pinching that firm globe molded in the satin and feeling the resilient, feminine flesh of her assglobe beneath, he advanced slightly…