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Bank holiday pt4
As Jenny fretted at her terrifying helplessness, painfully bound in total darkness and at the mercy of an escaped desperado, the pain from her neck, shoulders and legs was unrelenting.
The physical pain was impossible to ignore but, to Jenny, her mental anguish was sharper; no-one had ever done such a thing to her. She didn’t consider herself a prude, she’d had sex and it was ok but she couldn’t see why people seemed to be so obsessed by it or why they would, like her friend Kate, take it to perverted extremes.
Jenny shuddered in her unforgiving bonds as she thought of her position: naked but for a thong and bent double with her arse-cheeks exposed above her gaping legs.
The thought that the intruder could, and by his say-so would, touch her anywhere he wished was unsettling her enormously. She struggled to shut out thoughts of his vile hands on her bare flesh, but instead found her body responding to the grotesque idea.
Jenny could feel the dampness at her crotch and wanted desperately to rub her thighs together to soothe the growing tingle from her clit, she moaned in frustration as the solid bar between her ankles allowed no relief.
“This is going to be a long week-end. I cant find where its hidden, so you’re going to have to tell me, sooner or later….that’s up to you.”
The intruder had come back downstairs and Jenny could make out from his muffled voice that he was circling around her.
“Ok. So we’ll do it my way.”
Jenny felt something cold and hard press onto the flesh at the top of her buttock.
“We’ll get rid of these for a start.” A sharp tug and Jenny felt her thong being sliced from behind. With a sudden jerk it was wrenched between her legs and she was left completely bare.
“God, you whore! They’re dripping. You’re loving this, aren’t you?”
Jenny shook her head as much as the hair-rope would allow and tried to protest through the ring-gag, which resulted in some squawks and much dribble running down her chin.
Jenny howled in shock and pain as the many strands of a leather flogger smacked loudly across her bum. Again and again he thrashed the taught pale skin of her beautifully rounded buttocks as she squirmed and howled in protest.
As suddenly as it had started the onslaught stopped. No sooner had the fact registered in Jenny’s confused mind, than something smooth, hard and cool was pushing into her pussy. She tried to move but any tiny movement of her shackled feet brought excruciating pain to her tortured shoulders.
Lubricated by her own copious fluids, the invader started a rhythmic pumping in and out of her as the flogging started again. The dual assault was driving Jenny to a sexual peak despite her frantic efforts to deny herself. Her squawks had turned to moans, her breath was fast and ragged, but as she felt she was losing all control……it stopped.
No sooner had the dripping plastic slid from her begging slit, than it was pushing hard against the puckered rim of her virgin arse. Jenny wailed as the invader pushed in, getting thicker and thicker, stretching her till she felt she must tear. With a final push, her ring closed around the narrow neck of the plug, leaving her filled with a painful, joyful feeling that made tears run down the inside of her hood.
Mind and body reeling in confusion, Jenny felt the explosion of each stripe of the riding-crop across her reddened cheeks, but each just pushed her nearer and nearer to the edge as years of frustration and dissatisfaction welled inside her.
A sudden blow slapped vertically along her pussy and exploded over her clit. The shockwave produced a gurgling scream, her body heaved and shook violently in its stringent bondage and Jenny knew no more.
………cont’d in pt5
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