[Runesmith]

Without releasing his grip on her hair, the man pulled her towards the bed. The slave tried to rise, assuming that she was to get on to the bed. But the man kept her head firmly down as he dragged her, and laid her shoulders on the high mattress, with her in a half-kneeling position at the foot of the bed. The man took the lengths of rope attached to the foot-end posts of the bed and tied them to her wrists. The position was very uncomfortable, with her arms spread out wide, giving no leeway to adjust her position to assuage the thigh and calf muscles that were already starting to protest.

The man savagely pulled up her black dress, and she could hear a seam giving way. With the hem of the dress piled up at her midriff, the man yanked the black lace thong that Cumrag had put on her that morning, down to her mid-thighs. With her buttocks and thighs exposed, the slave maintained her uncomfortable position, with her muscles protesting.

The man opened the overhead compartment and took out what looked like a black stick with a thin rod extending from it, ending in a small paddle. When he got closer, the slave realized that it was a riding crop. The man swished the crop in the air, his limp cock swaying like a pendulum. As he got in to position behind her, the slave knew what was coming.

She still wasn't prepared for the explosion of pain that followed the man's grunt, the whoosh, and the thwack. She yelped like a started terrier in surprise, and whimpered as tears clouded her vision and her right buttock burned. A second grunt, whoosh and thwack followed, and a searing blast of pain blossomed on her left buttock. The sobs came unbidden, as the man picked up the pace, landing blows on her buttocks, and backs of her thighs that were already screaming with the effort of holding her position. As the man moved back to get a better angle, the slave could see that his cock was erect and throbbing. Despite the pain, the slave felt a sense of accomplishment, knowing that it was the pain inflicted on her body that was arousing the man. This emotion simultaneously surprised and scared her - just a couple of months ago, the idea of being so sadistically used would have horrified her... as it should. If nothing else, this was a very clear sign that she was no longer who she used to be. She had turned in to... no, had been turned in to, a woman whose only goal in life was to pleasure men at any cost.

With deft slaps with the paddle on the insides of her thighs, the man indicated to her that she should spread her thighs wider. Her muscles screaming in pain on top of the searing pain on her skin, she shifted her thighs, but the thongs at mid thigh level prevented her from spreading them more than a couple of inches. With a snort of impatience, the man bent over and with a savage yank, ripped the flimsy thongs apart, leaving the tatters hanging on her left thigh. Without waiting for a further signal, the slave spread her thighs wide, putting the burden of supporting her weight on to her lower back. Even with the spread thighs, if the man wanted to hit her inner thighs, he wouldn't get much of a swing. That wouldn't hurt much.

The sudden explosion of pain caused her to scream out, as the next blow, instead of landing on the inner thighs as she expected, hit squarely with explosive force on the meaty inner lips protruding from her gaping cunt. The pain blossomed blow after blow, causing her to almost black out. She was hardly aware when the blows stopped and the man got on to the bed.

The man had stripped completely, exposing scrawny thighs, a small pot belly and sparse, greying chest hair. He sat at the foot of the bed, his legs resting on the slaves back, with his crotch, with the engorged penis, snug against the slave's face. She could smell his arousal as she opened her mouth and took his cock in, extending her neck at a painful angle. The man shimmied his buttocks closer, burying his cock to the root in her mouth. Grabbing fistfuls of hair again, the man started rocking her head back and forth.

Each time her head was pushed on to his cock, with her nose buried in his pubic hair, she could hardly breathe. When he rocked her head back, her neck was pushed back at an angle that made her think that her neck would break if he pushed it further. The man was obviously enjoying her pain and the tears streaming down her cheeks, as evidenced by the throbbing of his cock inside her mouth.

This time, when the man finally pulled out his cock from her mouth, it was rock hard, with the engorged veins glistening with her saliva.