C.U.F.F.S.

Chapter 11 Master Meets Sub

"Hot damn." She heard him mutter as he closed in on her defenseless body. "I was pretty sure what I saw was a naked body way out here but it didn't make any sense but I can see you are one of those perverted twits that like to play kinky games outdoors." He said in a thick Southern draw.

"Please help me get down. We were playing a little game," Susan lied, "but it got carried away. Could you please help me down?"

The silence seemed to last forever. "No, no I don't think so. Seems like to me someone went through a whole lot of trouble with you out here but I will cooperate." He added.

"Please, yes anything." She replied thinking this man was referring to helping her.

"Seems you like getting whipped, it says back here on that pretty ass of yours."

"No, no that was just a joke that….." Susan never finished her sentence when she felt the first of the most painful stinks she had yet ever felt from a whip. This man seem to know how to use a whip in the most wicked of ways with the most painful impact. Her jerking tore more cunt hairs that were being pulled the most severely at that moment. Another then another equally harsh blows rained down on her ass until it felt like her ass was on fire. Then the leather began to strike higher. Her back and the sides of her breasts were the targets. She begged and begged for him to stop but her pleading only seem to get him to intensify each lash after such a plea.

Finally, he stopped. Susan was panting and sweating. She had never felt such pain in her life. The man came around to her front where there were still 8 strings left tied to the backstop and her cunt. She knew what was coming as he played with the taunt strings. This man was sadistic. He slowly pulled on one string at a time making sure each cunt hair was being pulled as painfully as possible till they finally gave way and plucked out from her bush. All Sue could do was shake her head no as she gasped in pain.

At last she was freed from the torturous cunt strings but being still cuffed and with such weak legs from enduring her stance, Susan was helpless to avoid anything this man wanted to do with her.

Through tear blurry eyes she finally could see her tormentor. He was a dark hair man with a mustache and a nasty looking scar across the side of his face. Susan couldn't know this was her internet Strict Master. Nor would she know one of his early professions and long time hobbies was a theatrical makeup artist. The scar, the black hair, puffy eye brows and even his skin tone was all fake. This was Trent William's introductory meeting with his prospective acquisition and so far what he had saw delighted him and he began positioning the fatigued woman for another round of lashes.

Susan's cuffs were roped above her head once more to the backstop fencing. He used a rope around her right ankle, threaded and pulled her leg high up on the same fencing. Nearly drained from his earlier ass whipping and the hours of suffering all Susan could do was watch as he prepared her for what would be even worse pain. Positioned as she was, she knew her breasts would be targeted but what really terrified her was now her pain ridden pussy was invitingly wide open to this man.

Trent noticed her cunt too but what he noticed the most was how her juices were leaking from her swollen lips. The man shoved two fingers up into her saturate cunt. Susan's head flew backwards and she grunted a plea for him to fuck her. Susan shook the fencing as he played with her eager cunt, then he slowed down his tempo, knowing the woman was about to cum. "Please, please more, make me cum." She pleaded.

"All this and all you can think about is getting fucked." The man more stated than asked.

"Yes, fuck me. You can fuck me."

His laugh made her shiver. "I think I can do anything I want with you right now, slut. But I love to hear you beg." His one hand now at her lips for her to lick off her own juices while the other played with one of her nipples. "Beg me to fuck you, slut. Beg to pay for a fuck."

Please, sir. Please fuck me. Please I'll do anything to cum right now."

This man knew how to play with a horny desperate woman. He lightly rubbed her clit and continued to roll her nipple between his fingers. Susan's frantically humped his touch as much as her restrained body could. "Will you offer your tits and cunt to the lash in payment, slut?

"Yes, she cried. Fuck me and you can whip my cunt and tits." She offered without thinking of how much pain it could be. Then again he'd probably do it anyway.

"I think not." He responded to the frustrated woman. "I think the payment comes first and the fucking after."

Susan would agree to most anything at the moment.

When the first lash struck her left tit, it was with such power that the breasts slapped up against the right on. Sue was still crying out from that first blow when an equally powerful lash stuck her right tit. Her cry became a gurgling moaning. Some dozen criss-cross lash lines streaked her breasts until he halted his onslaught. Susan breasts heaved as she fought for breath. The man positioned himself to her side. She was barely aware of his arm reading itself for another stroke.

The snap and electrifying pain delivered to her nipple made Susan slump in her secured bonds. She was sure he had slip her nipple open with that lash but Trent was a very proficient torturer. Of course the other nipple soon received the same fate before he let her catch her breath. He wanted her to be able to be able to absorb as much of that pain and then realize his next target would be her open cunt. To emphasis this he asked what else she offered in payment?

Susan's panic was sheer delight to the sadistic man. She frantically pulled on the unrelenting ropes that held her leg up and spread vulnerably open to the whip. "Please no. Please not there. Please I beg you, not there."

Of course in Trent's game, a sub's petrified begging was a reward for a whipping well done. Nothing a sub could say would stop his final assault. Susan couldn't even scream as her open cunt received 6 deeply etched red lines. To Trent's surprise she didn't pass out until the last one. "Gee, too bad you decided to fall asleep cunt. I guess you won't enjoy this fucking as much as I will." He said as he positioned his hard cock at her swollen cunt's opening.

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When Susan regained consciousness, she was laying on the ground. All the paraphernalia, Larry had brought was gone as was the man who whipped and fucked her unconscious body. Susan was still cuffed and as she painfully began to get up she realized the vibrating butt plug which had been up her ass for the entire evening was once again buzzing strong. Someone had to have replaced the worn drown vibrator batteries with new ones. Susan didn't know if it was the strainger or fucken Larry but whoever collected the ropes and stuff, simply left her there on her own.

Susan noticed it was beginning to get light. It wouldn't be long before some of the school's team players would show up for early work out. She had to get up and get to the clothes she had placed behind the boy's gym.

Susan grunted in pain as she moved her sore limbs to get up to a kneeling position. Her arms once again cuffed behind her back screamed in pain from being locked so long. Then it dawned on her, the guy had the key to her cuffs when he repositioned her for her whipping. What if he took it with him. He was obviously cruel enough to do something like that, she thought. When she finally was able to stand, she detect the stream of cum oozing out from her distended cunt lips. The bastard not only fucked her but without a condom.

Susan made the agonizingly walk to the gym. Her one joy was seeing the handcuff key laying on the skimpy outfit she was left with. Freed at last of the cuffs, she took the time to rub her sore wrists and arms. For the first time, she realized she had no car, no money and with a thing and crop top and the heels she was wearing very little clothing and had to get back to the motel. She knew she would be forced to walk back. It was nearly two miles she'd be exposed in the scanty outfit that exposed most of the unmistakable whip marks on her body. If her pussy wasn't so sore she would have fingered herself to a climax as she thought about this most humiliating walk.

During the nearly 2 mile walk back to her motel, Susan had time to think. She already knew she would have to unconditionally stop this game. It had gone so far beyond any limits she ever imagined and reached what she felt was the maximum of her own humiliation endurance and pain threshold. There wasn't one thing she could think of that would change her mind and yet as perhaps the 25 ^th car honked ay her scantily clothed body, her damn horny pussy was so far beyond saturating the thin strap of material that didn't quit cover her sore and partially plucked cunt. One thing was for sure she told herself when she finally could touch her swollen pussy, she was going to shave the remaining hair so nothing like this could ever happen again.

"What was wrong with her? She muttered to herself.

"Fucken A, babe. How much honey?" someone screamed from a passing car.

What was wrong with herself. Her body was excited once again. Her abused, severely whipped nipples were hard and hurt under the small crop top. Her pussy now was leaking down between her thighs. Susan quicken her pace. This has to be over with.

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"Of course," she thought to herself, "it's not over yet. Why would one of Strict Master's ordeals be merely as simple at the past days?" When Susan completed the most humiliating and embarrassing walk she had very taken, she soon discovered that Larry had arraigned to have her checked out of her room. Her bags with her clothes as well as everything else she had except for the crop top and thong panty she was wearing was gone. "Your boyfriend took your things and said they would be back at your house." Roger, the same front desk clerk who had sampled her submission the day before, told her. "Damn, you sure got yourself a beating last night now didn't you slut?" he asked as he came around the desk and saw her whole body. "Look at those stripes." He said tracing several across her ass and waist..

Susan was tired. She'd reached her limit and this grease ball was as bad as Larry. She didn't need to deal with him. She thought. Susan backed away from his ever more blatant groping.

Roger Kline was not a particularly nervy man, especially when it came to women and particularly a woman with the looks Susan possessed. However, because of the brief time Larry gave him with this hot sub, then memory of this thrill gave him the courage to take a chance. Not even knowing what he intended to do other than have a little more time playing with this kinky woman, Roger reached out to stop her from moving away. There wasn't much to gab on to so when his hand grabbed at the skimpy cut crop top and pulled it shocked the hell out of him. The thin cotton top, already cut to display plenty of cleavage, was weak to start. Roger was stunned to see those magnificent pair of tits with as many strip marks as her ass. If he wasn't so mesmerized at the site, he would have followed in instinct and begged her forgiveness, pleading he didn't mean to do that. Instead, Susan's head drop in a sign of defeat. She was so obviously anyone's slut that the boys last night, Bob's hated software salesman, some stranger who came along and now this jerk could do anything with her and she was in no position to resist.

"What do you want?" she asked. "But please no more beating. I'm too sore."

Roger Kline swallowed, the words, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, which were just on the tip of his tongue. Take that rag off and that thong too." He commanded in his squeaky voice.

When the beauty complied without hesitation, he knew he had to take advantage of this last golden opportunity. Larry had felt Susan's car keys at the desk with instruction to simply give it back to her whenever she showed up. The final humiliation was for her to have to drive home in the scanty outfit but that was it.

"Your boy friends told me I have a full hour to do whatever I wanted with you and if you cooperated, then and only then, I should give you your car keys back." He lied. On your knees, slut."

Susan looked around. Other than her high heels she was completely naked in this open window lobby.

"Play with yourself while I find some rope."

Susan tried to plead that her pussy was so sore from last night's action but when he shouted she just earned herself a second hour, she knew she was trapped. So gently and yet effectively she began small swirling motions around her clit and finally up and down her wet slit. There was nothing more she would love to do than cum right now but this was utterly obscene, like this.

By the time, the clerk came back with cords of rope, she was panting and into it. "You are one hell of a slut." He said. "Get up and turn around."

In a few moments, Susan was once again nude and helpless.

The one good thing for Susan was the clerk could not leave his post at the desk. Granted the job paid piss but for someone like Roger, it was all he could get. Well, he was getting head under the counter and did fuck a fantastic slut and enjoyed looking at her nakedness but after two hours he untied Susan. He handed her the thong and ripped top. Tying the pieces in the middle made it even more revealing but just slightly better than driving home topless. Finally, she was in her car. This was over. And now she had to face Bob about her lie and what happen to her.

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