Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... starting to hunker, seeking to guard her tortured tit meat.Now! Now is when I've got to break her! I want her broken, not zoned. If she's allowed to recover at all she'll start floating. Jim knew this was the time to pour it on.

"You've closed up your thighs slut! Open your legs again! Wider, or so help me I'll take the skin off your back bitch!" Jim wrapped the belt across her back for punctuation. More strikes to her back landed. "You're a pain slut Claire! For Christ's sake, Claire, kicking your cunt makes you cum! Let's see what a good cunt whipping gets us. Open your fucking legs, slut!"

Oh God, please no. Claire quailed at the command.I can't take it! It seemed her body would rebel. Claire kept telling her legs to part, but they stayed fixed, her thighs too close together to let the vicious leather slip between them. Her body rocked back and forth but refused to open the gate to her pussy. Claire moaned. She sensed the fog of subspace rising to claim her; closed her eyes, ready to slip into its embrace.

"Oh no you don't slut!." Jim's hand shot out. He gripped her hair in a fist and yanked, jerking her back to awareness. He coiled the belt around his other fist leaving a short tail. Standing close now he began using it to savage her chest and belly. Still gripping her hair, he pulled down steadily, forcing her to her knees, then onto her butt and then, wind-milling, onto her back. Jim laid the short lash in swift brutal strokes all over the front of her ...

... body.

"Grab your fucking ankles slut!" Shocked back to full awareness, Claire pulled her knees over her chest, stretched her arms out and grasped her ankles. Jim reared up above her, legs straddling the crown of her head and looked down into her shocked face. "Now open your fucking thighs" he hissed. Claire slowly did as he commanded.

He'd let the leather uncoil to its full length again, its tip swaying just above her face. "I told you I'd be beating you 'til you screamed Claire. From pain or pleasure; it doesn't matter to me. You asked for pain. You'll take fucking pain. But there's no easy out slave. No floating off to la la land. Screams Claire. I'd want mine to be from pleasure personally, but like I told you, it's your choice. Now keep those fucking legs spread or I promise you I will tie them open and you will regret making me do that. Do you doubt me slut?"

Claire shivered, from shock, from fear, from anticipation. She was fully back now; torn from the oblivion she'd been so close to slipping into. She looked up at Jim, saw his hunger and resolve and the growing wetness at the tip of his stiff cock. She tightened her grip on the ankles and spread her thighs wide as she could. Glistening juice welled thickly from the depths of her aching, gaping hole; dripped freely down and over the bud of her exposed anus to puddle on the floor. The skin of her chest and belly were numb from the whipping. Her breasts and her bent thighs were stiff and swollen from the subcutaneous ...