Kelly's punishment - Sex Stories

Kelly's punishment

... stockings, and shoes. Its humiliating, degrading to her to be force to expose her body against her will. To a monster that delights in torturing her body. No words can come to her lips as a ball gag is quickly inserted between them, bound tightly so it can't come out. That's when she feels a hard pull on her crotch. Her thong has been ripped from her body. She stands there, bound. Naked. Afraid. Its then that she sees its this mix of feelings is doing something to her body. Its getting warmer, like embers of a fire. A familiar sensation. Too familiar. She snaps back, realizing the great silence surrounding her, where is he? What's next? Then it happens, he answers the question her body asks. He is whipping her like a disobedient slave. Flogging her. Her back. Her ass. Her legs. Nothing is safe from his punishing strength. The stockings are torn, skin marked, pain taking over every sensation, feeling. It becomes a want, it's growing. Like the urge he has to make torture her. Body and soul. It doesn't stop. Hours. He doesn't tire, no, he grows stronger with each strike on her body. Her teeth digging deeply into the gag as the excruciating feeling makes her skin so hot she could catch on fire at any second. She is covered with welts, bruises, cuts, and marks. More. He stops. She is panting for air like a dog. She sees him drop the flogger on the floor, her face drenched with tears. So many foot steps, is it over? Before she can have another thought, a new torment begins. He ...

... slaps her ass as he looks at her. Proud of his work. Art. She feels something touch her, it's against her ass, it wants inside her. She can't say no. Its big. Its trying to tear into her flesh. Its digging into her tight ass, deeper. She tries screaming only to be put in check when it's shoved. Forced. Rammed. Its inside me, she thinks, it's too deep, too big, take it out! She screams in her mind. Its going deeper, its going to rip her open. He is smiling as he made her take an entire twelve inch long, very thick, hard dildo inside her ass. Only a button is still showing on the sinister device. He presses it, watching as it vibrates her entire body. He leans against her, wrapping his arms around her. She can't think. Only feel. The pain. It's pleasure. More. I need more. She succumbs. Hurt me. And so he does as he grabs her hair, almost pulling it out of her head as his teeth find a place on her flesh and he bites her. Marking her. Eyes wide as he keeps going. Her neck. Arms. Shoulders. Breast. Stomach. Thighs. Until he feels it. He wants her. Quickly he puts a metal table on wheels before her. The chain is released, dropping her onto it hard. Her shackles are locked to the table as a thick, hard leather collar is wrapped around her throat. Locked to the chain. It's pulled again. Tightly. Her head pulled back. Almost choking. She feels the dildo vibrating harder like this. Then she feels something else. He's naked now, behind her. On her. His skin against hers. His hands grabbing ...