Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... on. She needed to be fucked, desperately, but it would be on Mr. Lester's terms, or not at all, andthat is what was really driving her insane with need. Because she knew when he took her, it would be the same as what he was doing right now. He'd not asked if Claire was ready to be beaten; He' dtold her it was time. She was confident she'd be fucked the exact same way.

These thoughts floated through her mind as the flogging continued, its hypnotic rhythm lulling her despite the intensity of the sensations. Part of her was simply marveling at what was happening. She was physically tied down, her legs split wide, her cunt fully exposed to a room full of people who were watching her being physically beaten by a heavy leather flogger, like some slave in a Roman galley ship. She was being treated like a sex slave; shewas a sex slave. She had consented tobecome one!

She had no doubt she'd be fucked repeatedly and publicly by her Master and by other complete strangers after her Master was finished beating her. She thought of the single men in leather gear, and especially of the one who'd been stroking his thick hard cock while Kay was being whipped on the cross. Surely that was why they were here, right!? Mr. Lester knew she was all but insatiable. Surely he'd invited those men specifically to keep her cumming all night. Whether it was this thought, or the physical effects of the interminable flogging, or both, Claire felt the ache begin to flare, hot and insistent. Her hips ...

... began gyrating within the limited arc afforded by her rope bindings and her cunt was feeling liquid and swollen.

And then, just as with her Mistress, she felt the sting of the leather strap device begin hitting her across the ass. Except that Claire was bent at the waist and the lips of her now swollen cunt were completely accessible to the whip. Every lash across her ass cheeks landed on the lips as well. Claire was pulled back from her floating contemplation. The slashing whip made sharp stinging impacts, in all kinds of places at once, overwhelming her body's response with urgent but confused signals. The bite on her ass cheeks was intense, but the signals racing to her brain from her cunt were of another order of magnitude.

She began screaming and straining at her bonds, only to realize again that she couldn't move. There was no way to evade and lessen the searing abuse being plied on her flesh. It was relentless and again she realized in her soul that she was not in control. It never occurred to her to say anything. She simply screamed in agony as each hot slice of the whip bit hard against her tender pink parts. But after a time, the searing pain seemed to recede. and once more she seemed to begin floating above the sensations of pain. Instead of screams, she made a high keening and eventually just a sort of gurgling noise as the whip took her endlessly. She ceased tensing; her body now simply absorbed the strikes. She could feel her tits lurch slightly with each ...