WRATH
BY T. S. FESSELN
Chapter 3
The stranger's words kept echoing in Cindy's ears. Word's such as
'cattle-prod' and 'whip'. Already her nipples were sore from this stranger's
torment and she could more than imagine the amount of pain this man could
inflict. Cindy did not want to find out any more than she already had. With
some effort, the bound blonde slowly began to inch her way across the living
room carpet hogtied and whimpering in tears.
Cindy could feel her friend Rachel beside her, struggling toward the
kitchen as well. She loved her friend Rachel, but not enough to endure the
stranger's promised whipping if she, Cindy, would arrive in the kitchen last.
It took all of her concentration to do this. Cindy was tired and hungry and the
evil vibrator that the stranger had inserted into her hummed at various speeds
and not at set intervals. The young blonde fought to hold it within her while
she humped forward.
In her mind, she could picture the Rachel and herself, both nude and
bound, struggling on the living room floor at the feet of this vicious stranger.
She could see the twisted smile on the strangers' face and his hungry eyes
raping her bound body again and again. . .
The vibrator clicked on again, this time at full tilt. Cindy still had
an orgasm lingering within her, the one the stranger had stopped so cruelly.
The buzzing dildo prodded at it, forcing Cindy's pleasure to rise again. She
moaned into her gag and stopped her forward struggles so that she could focus
all of her soul on not cumming.
The vibrator continued to hum, sending a rush of pleasure churning
through her like a wild river. Her hips bucked as much as they could within her
bindings and the orgasm she did not want to have started to roil within her.
Her whimpers became moans as the bliss began to crest and crash through her.
Then the vibrator stopped.
Cindy wailed into her gag. She was so close to her mental escape yet
this evil thing within her seemed to know just when to stop its ministrations.
The blonde knew her moans of frustration were loud but she was felt like she was
a woman possessed, lacking control of her overtly taxed libido. The moans of
her friend, Rachel, were much more subdued.
'Smack'
The blonde screamed into her gag as she felt the sting of a crop upon
her ass.
"Now Miss Cotrell, I still haven't given you permission to cum now, have
I?"
Cindy shook her head. Drool was running down over her lips and onto the
carpet below her.
"I know how both of you would love to cum right now so I am giving both
of you permission to cum anytime during this race, if this is okay with you
two?"
Cindy nodded but Rachel did not catch the question. She was still
concentrating on not losing the vibrator that was humming between her legs.
'Smack'
Rachel wailed into her gag at the snap of the crop on her behind.
"When I ask you a question, Mrs. Newark, I expect an answer," the
stranger said evenly, "Do you understand or am I going to have to teach you a
much larger lesson?"
Rachel shook her head, tears of pain running down her cheeks.
"You don't understand?" her tormentor asked, smiling.
The brunette shook her head again.
"So you are going to need a refresher course in how to respond, Mrs.
Newark?"
Rachel was shook her head for the third time, her mind wheeling from the
strangers questions and trying to answer him correctly. She did not want to be
whipped with that cruel thing again. Her ass was still throbbing from the
sting. There was so many things that Rachel had to focus on that she broke into
sobs as she fought to keep the humming vibrator within her.
"You don't need to cry, my beautiful Rachel," the stranger said softly,
"You just have to answer when I ask you question. If you answer, than I won't
have to use this. . ."
Rachel felt the tip of the crop run along her side lightly.
"Do you understand, Mrs. Newark?"
Rachel nodded.
"Now, back to the original question, my sweet, sweet, Rachel. DO you
want to cum? Be honest."
Slowly, the bound brunette nodded her head yes. It tore out her soul to
admit it and it caused another round of tears.
"Well, Rachel, I give you permission to cum anytime during our little
game. Of course, you may lose your little friend that is humming your song, my
sweet, but that is a risk you will have to take. Now. Your friend Cindy has
been wriggling away during our little chat, so if you don't want feel this
riding crop anytime soon, you better get cracking and beat her to the kitchen."
Rachel renewed her struggles toward the kitchen, mostly out of fear of
the white-hot bite of the crop. If there was anything good about the pain was
it diminished her desire to orgasm. There was still the pleasure boiling within
her but it was now in the background. She concentrated on humping forward and
keeping the vibrator within her sex.
The thick pile of Cindy's carpet abraded Rachel's skin as she scooted
forward. She was sure that this man loved the sight of her, bound and helpless,
writhing around and his feet. She imagined him staring at her nicely rounded
ass, one of her best features, she thought. The way she was humping towards the
kitchen, she could just feel his heated stares. She was sure it was just a
matter of time before this man raped her. She tried not to dwell on that too
much, however. She forced herself to focus on the present and to the task at
hand: to avoid getting whipped.
The dark-haired captive could also hear her companion moaning as well,
but it was not from pain. Cindy's moans were getting shorter in length and much
more rapid. Cindy could feel another orgasm looming inside of her like a huge
tidal wave about to crash and engulf her. The vibrator had leapt into high gear
as the stranger was lecturing Rachel. She didn't have the fear of being
painfully punished for her orgasmic release now; she just wished it would come.
The hogtied blonde struggled and writhed on the floor, humping her hips
and chuffing into her gag. She could feel the bliss building and building as
the vibrator buzzed inside of her. . .
Then it stopped.
Cindy floundered in her bonds in frustration and wailed into her gag.
The blonde was sure that the stranger thought she looked like she was having a
seizure. Her passions were boiling up and controlling her and there was little
that Cindy could do now but blissfully ride them out.
A low, animalistic moan came out of Cindy's throat when the vibrator
buzzed to life again. She humped the best she could on the carpeted floor,
feeling nothing but the pure pleasure rushing through her and building faster
and faster into a frothing whirlpool of ecstasy.
"You came, Cindy," the stranger said, "And what a show it was, too."
The man's words ran like ice water through Cindy, making her realize
just how much she had just shown about herself to this monster.
"No need to cry, Miss Cotrell," he said, kneeling down and brushing his
fingers through her hair, "It was a wonderful thing that you did. Did you not
enjoy your orgasm?"
Crying, Cindy nodded yes. She had never had such a strong orgasm as the
one that just gripped her. The very power of it weakened her to the point that
she could no longer move. She had managed to keep the humming dildo within her,
but barely. The dildo's vibrations were a comfort to her even during this
horrifying humiliation.
The stranger continued to stroke her hair, "Now, Cindy, you really do
need to get moving along. I think that your friend is going to win."
The fact was, Rachel had worked her way to the kitchen entrance. She
had found that rolling onto her back a scooting herself along was much faster.
It also provided the man a wonderful view of her tanned body. Unlike Cindy,
Rachel had large breasts the jiggled with every little movement. Later, the man
thought, he would take the metal cups off of her breasts and have fun with the
dark nipples that lay beneath. Rachel had a nice, flat stomach; A product of
her weekly gym workouts. She also had a nice dark patch of curls that she kept
neatly trimmed. Again he thought about the coming week and the fun he would
have breaking these two. His client would be a very happy man indeed.
Rachel finally felt the cool of the kitchen tile and a wave of relief
swept over her. Still, she wanted to make sure that she was all the way into
the kitchen. Wriggling and bucking, she finally squirmed her way over the floor
until she felt the wooden leg of the kitchen table graze her shoulder. She had
made it. That brief wave of relief began to swirl within her, mixing with the
ministrations of her vibrator, causing a whorl of pleasure to course through
her.
"You can cum too, my Mrs. Newark," the stranger said as she heard his
footsteps coming toward her, "It is allowed."
As much as she thirsted for the release an orgasm would bring, she knew
how much it would tear open her soul.
The brunette felt the strangers' fingertips starting to brush over her
skin with a tenderness that surprised her. It was a lovers touch, not one of a
rapist. They caressed over her hips and across the flat of her stomach and
gently tugged and the metal cups that were sealed to her nipples. It was if his
fingers were lightening rods sending little jolts of pleasure bolting through
her.
The stranger's touch was a skilled touch as he continued to brush here
and stroke there until the furnaces of pleasure were white hot and ready to
explode within Rachel. The more she tried not to cum the more her orgasm seemed
to build inside her until everything erupted into a huge white ball of ecstasy.
"There, there, my dear Rachel," the stranger said, "That wasn't so bad
now, was it?"
Rachel barely nodded her head as she cried from both the sheer magnitude
of her orgasm and the magnitude of her shame.
"Now I have to pay attention to the loser of this game," the man smiled,
"but I will be back with you shortly, Mrs. Newark. I want to spend a lot more
quality time with you."
Cindy Cotrell had not stopped sobbing since he last left her lying bound
and helpless near the kitchen's entrance. The orgasm spent what last dregs of
energy she had left so all that was left to do is to lay on the carpet and wait
for the sting of the strangers whip.
"My dear Cindy," the man said, "Everything has a price and the price of
that wonderful orgasm you had was that you lost to your lovely friend. Do you
understand what that means Cindy?"
Cindy nodded her head, crying.
"You know this is going to hurt me more than it is going to hurt you,"
the stranger quipped, "My money was on you. If I were a betting man I would
have lost big time."
The young blonde felt the stranger's arms under her as he picked her up and
carried her the short distance to the kitchen and placed her beside Rachel. It
was Cindy's fault that her friend was here like this. Cindy knew deep inside
that she deserved whatever pains this man was going to inflict on her.
To Cindy's surprise, she felt the cuff around her ankle loosen and the
stranger disconnected the tie between her wrists and ankles before locking the
cuff back onto her ankle. Then she felt his warm hand gently trace a line along
the back of her leg before giving her a quick slap one her ass.
"Okay, my Cindy, lift your ass up."
The girl was unsure what he meant, but she began to arch he butt up in
the air.
"Good. Spread your knees apart as far as you can, Cindy."
Again, the blonde did as she was told. Most of her tears had dried and
were replaced by the fear of the pain to come. She knew her swollen sex was
exposed to the man right now as the vibrator weakly buzzed, it's batteries as
spent as she was.
His hands caressed Cindy's buttocks, enjoying the wonderful firmness of
them. His thumbs brushed up and down her swollen lips lightly before pressing
the vibrator deeper within her. He felt her shudder.
The stranger had selected a soft leather flogger made of deerskin. It
was soft to the touch and it really would not hurt much. The pain would be
mainly in the mind of his slave in training.
'Whack!'
Cindy wailed into her gag at the first bite of the flogger, it's leather
tendrils splaying across her ass. She nearly fell over but she steadied herself
for the next strike.
'Whack!'
The second one wasn't nearly as bad as the first, but it still stung a
bit. Cindy lost count after the tenth hit and the pain now became more of a
dull erotic throb. The vibrator was no longer cutting in and out. Its buzz was
constant though a mere whisper of its former strength. A slight shudder of
pleasure ran through her, unbidden and unexpected.
'Whack!'
The blonde yelped as the flogger stung her sex, the pain dulling any
carnal delights she was having.
"There now, Miss Cotrell," the stranger spoke, "It is all over now.
Time for some lunch."
To Be Continued
