Held captive at the Border - Sex Stories

Held captive at the Border

... pulls away licking her lips and with a big smile on her face she leaves my cell. Gawd I think to myself what kind of place is this and why am I so turned on being held against my will and subjected to such violations but the slick fluids dripping from my aroused pussy tell a different story. I drift off again into dream land only to be awoken again by Peter. I was beginning to accept whatever it is they want to do to me. Peter leads me back into the punishment room but this time a different apparatus is ready for me, it has me laying on my back and bent slightly backwards lifting my vulva up high. He fastens ropes to my legs spreading them wide apart then ties my hands over my head to the legs of the table. Peter is the one who is going to do the whipping this time and he explains that his favourite part of the body to whip is the pussy itself. He selects a long whip that looks like a rubber hose and is looped back on itself then positioning himself at my head he whips down the length of my body striking my clitoris between my splayed labia with just the tip of the whip. There are no words to describe the shock that shoots through my body; he strikes repeatedly as the tip sinks into the most vulnerable softest part of my body. I cannot breathe or scream or even move, rigid and frozen in position as the ass@ult continued until at long last I manage to take a deep breath and let out a long moan. Peter tells me what a lovely body I have to whip and how much he is enjoying ...

... causing me so much pain but as he tells me this I can hear the sound of the whip changing as it is getting soaked from my aroused pussy. Oh I moan, not again, she is betraying me again that dirty horny pussy. Peter sees this and decides to switch from whipping my pussy to whipping my legs but before he does he attaches that vibrating bud to my clitoris again. The sexual and pain stimulation is overwhelming my senses and short circuiting my brain as the combination of orgasms and searing pain cause me to go completely limp. I am dragged into a different room complete with a full bathroom and amenities, The female guard enters and helps me bathe then gets me dressed in my original clothes that have been washed and pressed. When I am presentable Peter enters the room and has with him the file folder from when I was first detained. He sits down and explains that I have served my sentence and will be released but first I must sign a form that states I was treated fairly and respectfully and under no circumstances can I come back and accuse them of any wrong doing. I see no other alternative but to sign the form and continue with my business, I sign it and hand it back to Peter and as he puts it in the file he calmly states that the matter is closed and my file will be sealed so no one will ever see it. Peter and I sit looking at each other; no one is saying anything so he speaks first. Well Jennifer how was it, he says. I reply that it was the best vacation of my life and I will ...