The Depths of Lust Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

The Depths of Lust Ch. 03

... splayed out. Oh shit, this was totally new territory, they had stopped short of knocking the breath out of me but it stung the skin. I cried out, I hadn't meant to and I could hear myself inside my own skull but the outside of my ears didn't catch it. I also convulsed and that made it apparent I was previously stretched to the limit of my comfort, any twitches would put strain on my outstretched limbs.

I was rewarded for my making sound with another slap, a smaller more feminine hand on my upper thigh. It stung and it came so quickly after the first stomach hit I hadn't thought it through that I might get hit faster depending on my ability to remain quiet.

The ear muffs were lifted but the ear plugs were not pulled out, Miranda's muffled voice came to me, 'Sasha my little slut, we are going to beat you, whip you and do other things to you now for a while. I have put a decibel meter beside your slutty little head,' and she tilted my head to touch my cheek to a small hard metal box of some kind.

Miranda continued, 'It would be too much to expect you to make no sound at all, but if the meter registers sound over what I have deemed suitable you will receive a punishment suited to the crime.

'If you can hold your whimpering and your crying to a minimum then there may be some sweet rewards after extended periods of quiet. Do you understand?'

I nodded, some tears leaking down, I was so torn about what was happening to me right now. I wanted to explore new territory ...

... but I had absolutely no idea exactly what the landscape would look like. The ear muffs came down again and I was left to my fears for a few seconds.

The flogger was not unexpected, I couldn't hear the wind up whirl of it but the soft fronds of a light flogger skipped and caressed over my breasts, stomach and pussy with some skill, not Miranda grade skill I was sure but some thought and variation was applied.

I twisted this way and that but not away from it, rather I was trying to chase into it, the small stings becoming a cacophony of sensations. With myself laying flat on my back, the flogger was not skimming my body but mostly coming to a thudding stop.

I don't know why my chasing after the sensation was such a problem but this seemed to piss them off for some reason and the flogger ceased it's cascade of stinging biting little ticks and I quietly whimpered or at least what I hoped was quietly whimpered into my ball gag.

It must have been quiet enough because I didn't immediately receive a punishing blow.

Or so I thought.

I heard a 'clack' from what seemed a long way away and felt a very short rumble on the pool table cloth followed by a cold fist smashing into my pussy. Holy shit! Somebody was trying to use my cunt to pot a pool ball.

They definitely succeeded in getting a true yelp from me which in turn gained me another pool ball smashing up into my pussy.

I fucking held it this time, well, almost. A tiny tiny squawk into the ball gag. It must have ...