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Part 2
It didn't take long after that before Ethan got up, slapped my ass once more, pulled his clothes on, and left. Before he closed the door, he said over his shoulder, "Get cleaned up, and be quick about it." When he was gone, I groaned. I'd been hoping that once he finished he would leave me for a while, but it didn't sound like it. I got off the bed and walked gingerly to the bathroom. My pussy felt like he'd rubbed it with sand paper. I squatted in the tub and used a washcloth to carefully clean myself. At least I didn't have to worry about getting pregnant. I had shots every 9 months that kept me safe, and there were still 7 months to go on my current dose. I didn't sleep around a lot – I'd actually only had 2 previous partners – but I wanted to be careful no matter what. The thought of 7 months gave me an idea. I could surely hack this for another 6 months. I hurt like crazy, but I could tell there was no permanent damage, and if I just lasted 6 months I'd be ahead 30 grand. I wasn't going to commit to a year, no way. But I thought I could handle 6 months, as long as I was careful not to tick Ethan off. As if on cue, I heard his feel starting down the stairs. I ran over to the door and knelt down with my knees spread painfully wide like he'd demanded, remembering just in time to put my hands behind my head.
Ethan entered, holding a bowl of some kind of pasta in one hand. My stomach immediately growled; it had to be close to 7 pm, and I hadn't eaten since breakfast. He placed the bowl directly in front of me. There was no fork or spoon, and I knew what he wanted me to do. "May this slave eat, Sir?" He nodded, pleased with my question. I lowered my head and began to eat directly from the bowl. Thankfully, the noodles were small, so it wasn't hard to heat relatively neatly. Ethan disappeared from view and went into the bathroom while I ate. I heard him opening a few doors and moving things around. He came back just as I was finishing. He took the bowl and put it on a table right beside the door.
I just knelt there nervously, not knowing what he had planned. There was one chair in the room, he took it and moved it slightly so that when he sat in it I was still facing him. "Tell me, Lisa, how many men have you fucked?"
I blushed at his wording. Strange how I could still blush after what had happened. "Two, Sir."
"Did you ever let them fuck you in your ass?"
I looked up in shock. Surely he didn't ever plan to… "No, Sir." I said emphatically.
"Did you suck their cocks?"
"No, Sir, but…" The 'but' came out without thinking. I'd never told this to anyone before.
"But what?"
"On New Year's Eve I was at a party, and got drunk. I started talking with a stranger, and before I knew it I was in a back room with him, and I – uh – went down on him. I didn't like it, and stopped before he came."
He laughed. "You are a slut at heart, even if you haven't had time to discover that yet. And you just earned a punishment for referring to yourself incorrectly six times." The last sentence was said in the same cheerful tone, so that it took a minute before it sunk in.
"Oh, Sir, this slave is sorry, she is stupid, she forgot. Please don't punish this slave again so soon, please." But it was useless. Before I was done speaking he had gone to another cupboard (I really needed some time to explore and see what else was in all of those) and retrieved a thick leather strap. I quit begging. I knew there was nothing to be done, and anyway- I had decided to stick with this for six months. As much as it went against my better nature, I had to learn to live by his rules.
He told me to stand up at the foot of the bed and raise my arms. I did, and he tied them together to a rope I hadn't noticed attached to the top of one of the posts. Then he pulled the other end until I was standing on my tiptoes. I could move around a little, but not much unless I wanted to dislocate my arms. I tried to brace myself. For a long minute or so, nothing happened. Just as I started to relax, though…
Thwack
I was determined not to scream this time. I wanted to keep what little dignity I had left. The force of the blow made me thrust forward, pulling on my shoulders. A grunt made it through my clenched teeth, but nothing else. I counted inwardly. One.
Thwack
Thwack
Thwack
He beat me with precision strokes. The first had landed on my upper thighs, and the next directly above it. Each seemed to overlap slightly, so that every inch of skin was being covered. By the time he had gotten up to twenty, I was dripping sweat and my whole back felt like he'd doused it with kerosene and threw a match on it, but I had stuck to my resolution not to scream. Then the strokes started getting harder. I was moaning despite myself by the time he finally reached thirty. I took a deep breath, thankful I had made it. But to my shock, I was almost knocked off my feet when the strap continued to fall, even harder than before. I started twisting and turning in earnest, but couldn't avoid anything since I had so little room to move. The pain, radiating all over the back of my body, was getting too much to bear. I started screaming, short outbursts that came every time I exhaled. I realized Ethan had never actually said he would stop at thirty; I had just assumed it since that was what he'd done last time. I was so focussed on getting away from the biting strap that I completely lost count. He was somewhere in the fifties when he stopped and grabbed my left leg, raising it on the bed. "Hold it there." he said, his first words since this torment started. Being too tired to move, I didn't have a problem complying, at least until I realized why he would want my legs spread. I looked over my shoulder to see that he was slightly bent over, just enough to give him some leverage when he finished off with a half dozen strokes directly on my pussy again. It was all I could do to keep my leg up as, although I'd thought my throat too sore, I started screaming in earnest. My pussy was already still swollen and sore from his previous punishment and the rape that had followed it. With unerring accuracy he managed to make the last three land right down my cunt and end directly on my clit. At this, the pain became too much for me. I blacked out briefly, then hung there in a haze, barely able to understand that it was finally over.
The sound of his pants falling to the ground shattered my hopes of being let down. He stepped right behind me, so that I could feel his cock, aroused to full length and width again by my suffering, press against my lower back. "Oh, please, not again, not so soon." I moaned. Ethan didn't bother to reply. His hand ran over my ass, squeezing the cheeks. Then, before I could move away, he stuck his middle finger in my ass, pushing until it was up past the first knuckle. It didn't exactly hurt, but I felt each movement echo deep in my abdomen. Just as I was getting used to the first finger, it was joined by another. Now my asshole was burning, it was stretching to fast. I squirmed, but couldn't manage to get up off him, his fingers just followed me where ever I moved. A third finger started to push its way in with the others, and now I really started to panic. I pushed back with all my strength, but it just seemed to make it easier for him to push his fingers deeper and deeper in my ass. He stopped when his fingers were buried to just past the second knuckle, then slowly pulled his hand up, stretching my hole. I stood as high on the tips of my toes as possible, but it still felt like he was going to rip open the top of my sphincter. In addition to the burning irritation of his fingers themselves, I felt my stomach begin to cramp from the invasion. I wanted to double over, but of course couldn't. Knowing it was useless, I began to beg him again to stop, and was startled when he actually took his fingers out. I hung there limply, too tired to even raise my head to look over my shoulder, but I could hear him walk away and rummage in something. Too soon he was back.
"I'm sick of hearing your whining. Open your mouth." I obeyed, having realized by now there wasn't any point in resisting. He shoved a large ball gag in my mouth, and hooked the straps behind my head. My mouth was open uncomfortably wide. I couldn't swallow this way, and it wasn't long before I could feel drool starting to drip out the corner of my mouth.
"If you want me to come, you'd better start squeezing me tight and milk my cock." Ethan said, not bothering to slow his pace to say it. Was he crazy? Any time I twitched involuntarily waves of pain rocketed through my abused ass and pussy. But, despite his obvious enjoyment of my anguish, he didn't seem to be going at it with any urgency. Squeezing my eyes tight, I clenched the muscles in my vagina tight around him on the next stroke up. The resulting pain took my breath away, but at least it made him grunt in pleasure. Encouraged, I squeezed harder next time, and tried to push back towards him with every stroke. It didn't take long before he started fucking me in earnest, slamming by body up off my toes with each movement. I was shocked to discover that, irregardless of my own throbbing body, I enjoyed being able to give this man pleasure. Just as I could feel him start to come inside me, he grabbed my nipple again and pinched it with all his strength. At the same time his other hand reached behind me and, grabbing a paddle that must have been placed close to hand, began to smack my ass again so that with each blow the dildo in my ass was shoved deeper and pressed into different areas of my anus. The shock and pain of it all made my body go rigid, clenching tightly around his cock as it slammed into me one last time. It jerked and shuddered as he sprayed his load deep in her pussy.
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