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THE STARLET SLAVE 8
joypaine
8. A Plucked Duck
Finally, he stopped and came around to my face again. "How about it, My Lovely?"
he taunted. "Have you learned the value of good behavior yet?"
My Lovely! How corny can you get? You could practically hear the audience booing
and hissing while he twirled his mustache. But I wasn't about to press the point
just then. I nodded a yes to his question, not trusting my voice after all that
screaming.
"The perhaps you'll kiss this nice old belt that whipped you?"
Shit! That was asking too much, and I told him so. In rather indelicate terms,
I'm afraid. I was just starting to tell him where he could stuff that nice old
belt, when he nodded to the girls.
"It appears that our little pigeon hasn't completely learned the value of
obedience yet." He sounded happy about it. "I guess that you'd better turn her
over, ladies."
It was no trick at all for the three of them to unfasten the straps holding me
to the bench, flip me over, and spread-eagle me again, this time with my cunt
where my ass had been. And that point wasn't lost on me when I saw him start
hauling the belt back over his shoulder for another stroke, I began to beg, and
to promise that I would do anything -- anything he wanted. But he just chuckled
and ticked my cunt with his finger.
"Later on," he taunted. "Later on, you'll have lots of chances to do what I
want. But for the moment . . ." He grunted with pleasure as he brought that belt
down with all his strength, squarely between my outstretched thighs.
I never knew that anything could hurt as much as that whipping hurt my cunt.
Long before he had finished, I was ready to kiss that nice old belt, and to do
anything else he wanted. And I told him so, again and again, between my sobs and
screams.
"That's really sweet of you, My Lovely," he crooned. "And, as I told you, I'll
give you a lot of things to do for me. But first, there is one more delight for
you to savor."
Like I said, he was a tit man. He brought that belt down just one more time, and
this time the agony in my cunt was nothing compared with the excruciating pain
of that single blow. I think that I actually fainted for a moment.
He waited until my head cleared a bit -- after all, he didn't want me to miss a
moment of the "fun" -- and then he dropped that nice old belt to the floor, and
started to drop his pants after it.
I really got the picture then -- although, to be honest, I had suspected from
the first moment he had tied me down that he was going to rape me before he was
through.
Cherry and all.
And I didn't have any fight left in me. Even if I had not been immobilized and
helpless, I wouldn't have been able to put up any effective resistance, after
the brutalizing pain he had just put me through.
And he knew that, too. I was a plucked duck, and he knew it.
