Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... overcome the fear which gripped them as the deep welts and huge purple bruises began to completely cover the milk white, soft flesh of their precious bosoms.

But some were able to stay. These few would scream and struggle, yes. But they were able eventually to transcend the pain. They seemed to almost leave their bodies, their screams becoming groans and then grunts and then... nothing. They'd sag into the bonds securing them, inured to the whips and paddles but, paradoxically, their spirits would start to float as he continued to brutally flay them. From what he'd seen of her pain tolerance, he was sure Claire would be one of these.

Claire shivered as a cool breeze played over her skin. Her eyes never left the belt as it swayed beside Jim's thigh. Jim moved off to the side a bit, giving the belt room to capture both tits when he swung it. It was a fairly thin leather belt, with a soft calf skin liner. But though it was thin it hadsubstance. It hadheft. Claire's eyes followed him while keeping her head facing forward, hands gripped firmly behind her neck. Her young breasts jutted out firmly presenting the puffy aureoles and hard nipples. Her chest was flushed and, with her legs now spread, Jim could see dew oozing from her fuck tunnel and starting to spread across the red, kick-swollen outer lips.

Jim spread his own stance, telegraphing that he was about to swing the belt. He saw Claire's pupils dilate as the belt began traveling the arc of distance separating ...

... them.

"Thwick!" The thin but meaty leather made a satisfyingly solid connection across both of Claire's breasts. Claire groaned, from the pain yes, but more because the pain felt... So good! So right! Being kicked in the cunt until she'd cum had lit the fire in her belly. Shewanted pain!Now! Searing her flesh. She craved the burning sting of the thin leather across her tits,needed to feel her plush breast meat smashed flat by the heavy leather.

More pain! And it came. Strike after strike burned deep into her tender tit meat. She thrashed her head side to side but kept her eyes open, locked on the whip as it swung back and then came flashing - too fast to see - its reality confirmed only by the whistling and the slashing pain stitched across her nerves with each stike. Her tongue snaked from between slightly parted lips, the look on her face languid as she soaked in the raw, familiar, welcome sensation of being whipped hard.

God help me I need this, need the pain! Claire started groaning. Why do I get so fucking wet and gooey when they hurt me, whip me, slap me, stick fucking needles in my nipples and cunt lips!?. And god, when I see them start to drip from their cocks as they hurt me, Squeezing the dew onto my tongue... ah Christ! I want them to just tear me fucking apart! It makes me so ready for their cock: licking them, feeling them start swelling in my mouth, getting them ready to penetrate me. Being made mindless. Turned into just an aching cunt, a wet hungry hole ...