New recruits to the Bureau of Extra Normal Affairs - Sex Stories

New recruits to the Bureau of Extra Normal Affairs

... quickly straightened and concentrated on checking the girl’s bonds. When Rachel finally roused from Her stupor the man was standing before Her, his features were scrunched into a cruel scowl though his eyes could not hide their friendliness. When he spoke his voice was just louder than a whisper and was all the more menacing because of it; “Tell me Your name girl, that’s all I want, tell me and You may leave. We will furnish with clothes and a little money and You can flee this dreadful city. If You do not answer You will be punished until You do, this is Your only instruction and Your only warning. Now, what is it You are called?” Rachel opened Her mouth Her tongue already formed around the two syllables, but She hesitated and then snapped closed Her mouth with a dull clack from Her teeth. He exploded into movement as he spoke; “What is Your name?” each word was punctuated by a perfectly calculated cut from the riding whip he held, which landed just on the nipple but did not touch the fullness of Her right breast. She screamed as much with shock as with pain, at which he delivered four equally accurate cuts to the nipple of Her left breast; “what, is, Your, name?” Her breathing now was harsh more a pant than a breath but this was not enough to loosen Her tongue. He turned away from Her taking several steps to the table to drink a couple of mouthfuls from a glass of rich amber liquid. When he returned to Her it was at a run with the whip held high propelling its wide tip ...

... down on to her breast with a f***e magnified by his speed. It was but the first of a myriad of blows all of which found Her breasts as he shouted his question over and over. She did not speak just wailed aloud as beads of sweat formed upon his brow and his chest. “What, is, Your, name?” It was clear he was beginning to tire of this game since he went back to the table and put down the whip and instead took up an intricately carved wooden box from which he took two candles and a little box of matches. One was white and roughly formed from tallow the other pristine wax, black in colour. He turned back to Her proffering them, “Last chance to tell me before they’re lit little girl…” Her eyes were wide with alarm but still She shook Her head. He used the tallow candle first. Its flame was stuttering and unreliable but all he wanted was the heat which was more than sufficient to melt the fat and let it fall across Her already abused breasts. She shrieked at the first drip of it and while it burnt down Her cries were ceaseless. He burnt half of the fat candle away and all of it fell molten across Her sensitive skin, after every few drips he would stop and ask his question, but She maintained Her silence. The wax candle was lit and again its molten produce was dripped across Her delicate breasts, coating them in a sheen of cooling wax, all of that was melted away across Her, the drips splashing across Her thighs and onto the chair beneath. Her throat was hoarse from Her cries but still ...