Whorish American Women-Part One - Sex Stories

Whorish American Women-Part One

... under the punishment. "Yes, Mistress," she whimpered softly. "I will do anything for you…but why…why this? ."

Aisha smiled, her eyes glinting with cruel delight. She loved having such power over another person, and she relished in the knowledge that she could make Brenda tremble and submit so easily. She trails the riding crop along Brenda's back again, bringing it crashing down every now and then to elicit gasps and cries from her pet.

She grinned wickedly at Brenda's question, her cruel eyes gleaming with delight. "Because I can, and because you'll do everything I say," she purred, trailing the riding crop along Brenda's back. Brenda shuddered, her body trembling under the threat of the crop. She hated Aisha's domination, but she also couldn't deny the strange thrill that went through her at being used in this way. "Please, Mistress," she gasped softly, her voice choked by sobs. "Why are you doing this? What do you want from me?" Aisha's lips curled into a devious smirk as she watched Brenda squirm helplessly beneath her threat. "Oh, pet," she cooed, bringing the riding crop down hard on Brenda's back. "I want you to submit, to obey my every whim without question. I want to break you, body and mind, so that you can only find purpose in serving me like the American dog whores that you are."

Brenda cried out at the sharp pain of the crop, her body arching off the floor. She hated Aisha with every fiber of her being, but she also knew that resistance would only lead ...

... to more suffering for herself and her daughter. "Please, no more," she sobbed, trembling uncontrollably under her punishment. "I'll do whatever you ask, just please stop hurting me."

Aisha's eyes gleamed with cruel delight at her pet's submission. "Will you now?" she purred. "We shall see." She trailed the riding crop along Brenda's back again, bringing it crashing down every now and then to elicit gasps and cries from her captive. Brenda moaned in pain and pleasure, her body betraying her mind's desperate pleas for reprieve.

She hated how Aisha could manipulate her so easily, but she also couldn't deny that there was a twisted satisfaction in enduring such punishment for the sake of her daughter. Aisha smiled, her eyes darkening with lust at the sounds of Brenda's suffering. She loved having such power over another person, and she relished in the knowledge that she could make Brenda tremble and submit so easily.

Brenda watches in horror as Aisha approaches Julie, who's cowering in the corner locked in chains. Aisha's cold gaze falls upon the young girl, and Brenda can see the contempt written all over her face.

Aisha speaks to Julie, her voice dripping with venom, "You're just a spoiled brat, aren't you? I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget."

Julie glares back at Aisha, her defiance evident despite her fear. "Go ahead, make my life a living hell. I won't bend to your twisted will."

Aisha's eyes flash with anger and amusement. "We'll see about ...