She was frightened. Her body shook, trembling at the unknown. A bead of sweat rolled down her forehead, splashing onto her red dress. She was clothed, but her hands were cuffed behind her back. The thought of running occurred to her, but she would not get far — her ankles were chained together.
The last thing she remembered was the bar. He looked reasonable and she accepted the offer of drinks. She was lonely. It was her first business trip alone and she was looking for company. The drinks made her feel warm and responsive. She enjoyed the kissing and the feeling of his hands as he squeezed her full tits over her satin dress. She never wore bras, so her nipples were soon very hard and pushing against the material. She nodded when he said, "One more drink and then my room."
She did not remember the drink and this was definitely not the hotel room.
His face had changed. It was the look of a predator. His smile was full of lust, primeval and animal. He was naked. He had an average body, a hairy chest and was slightly overweight. His cock made her gasp. She had rubbed his crotch over his pants in the bar, and loved the response to her caresses. But this naked, thick and throbbing piece of meat was much bigger than she had anticipated.
A silent, "No," escaped her lips as she felt her cunt betray her. Her nipples hardened once more. She knew her cunt lips would be pushing through her crack wanting attention.
He looked at her as if knowing her thoughts and mouthed one word, "Slut."
Her heart raced as he moved towards her. With no warning he reached out and ripped her dress. The material gave way easily, she was naked down to her waist. Ample tits hung invitingly. Her nipples were erect and wanting — needing, attention. She cried, "No!" but her body said, "Yes!" She heard the slap of flesh on flesh. Pain spiked through her as her tits being smacked. No, smacked was too soft a word. They were beaten. Hard, unrelenting blows were delivered with force by muscled arms. Her tits banged against each other. Looking down, she saw her tits redden and his imprints on them. Tears splashed on them. Horrified, she felt her body betray her and push her tits upwards, giving her abuser more to hit. He did not refuse the offer.
The clinging red remnant of her dress gathered between her thighs. She knew it was wet and dark from her cunt juices. Her bitch of a cunt had not flowed this much — ever. She felt a tingle in her bladder. "No!" The evening's drinks flowed down her thighs, soaking her dress and lying in a pool around her feet. The ammonia smell of piss filled her nostrils. Humiliated, she hung her head and tried to hold back the flow. It was then she noticed her feet were bare.
Her toes played with the warm pee that she now stood in.
He laughed. It was a cruel laugh yet made her want to hear it more.
He stood before her and ripped the rest of her dress off. No panties spoiled the line of the dress. She stood before him, naked and helpless — and unaccountably aroused. He knelt before her, ignoring the pool on the floor. His hands on her ass squeezed hard, his fingers deep in her soft flesh broke the skin. Her cunt was pulled onto his face and he ate her like an animal feasting on its prey. Tongue, teeth and fingers took her without mercy. She peed more and he drank.
He stood and stepped back a pace. She trembled. Her body shook uncontrollably. Fear, lust and a longing to be used beat in her chest.
*
The swift slap on her cunt made her yelp. She tried to close her legs — and failed miserably. The spacer-bar linked to the ankle-cuffs ensured she was always open to him. As he beat her cunt she bit her lip. The harsh metallic taste of iron filled her mouth. Her cunt lips throbbed. She could feel the pulsating throb of her swollen purple-pink lips and the heat from his slaps.
He came closer. She was thankful for the brief respite. Rough, calloused fingers pushed up inside her soaking wet cunt. They found no resistance in her slippery-wet cunt. He probed and pressed the ribbed inner surface. She shivered and moaned as he found her hot spots. She trembled as his thumb and finger squeezed her pink round clit. He wanked it like a tiny cock. She almost came. Her natural lubrication flowed. She could smell the fragrance of her cunt spread and fill the room. It was a smell she loved — always had done since her first fumbling attempts at masturbation.
She wondered. And he answered. Fingers smeared with cunt juice were rubbed over her face. Her lips were forced apart and his fingers thrust in. She tried to turn her head. He slapped her face. A hard stinging slap that would raise a bruise on her high cheekbone. His fingers were inside her mouth again — refreshed with more of her honey. She sucked and gobbled like a baby at a nipple. She loved sweet and sour taste of her cunt. Once again, she hated herself for her weakness.
His lips ground against hers. He took her mouth. His long, thick tongue savaged her mouth. There was no gentleness as he stabbed her so deep she struggled for breath. He made her tongue his own, twisting the weak pink creature to his needs. Before releasing her, he bit her tongue. The taste of iron filled her once more.
"Whore," he growled. She almost said, "Yes," in agreement. She shook her head and gave him what she hoped was a defiant look. He laughed. She felt like a puppy trying to be a big bad dog.
She was almost grateful when he tightened the black leather collar around her neck. The chain from the o-ring snapped into a link in an overhead beam. At least now she would not fall over, although she might faint and hang herself.
Sharp slaps on her soft ass cheeks told her that he was not finished with her. She shuddered under the heavy-handed onslaught. How long could he keep this up? Surely his hands must hurt. The whip — a cat-o-nine tails — answered her question. She cried out as she felt her ass and back flogged. She imagined the long thin red lash marks and wondered if her flesh was broken. Was she imagining the trickle of blood. She flinched when he directed the whip to her sensitive inner thighs. The knotted ends of the tails left ugly bruises.
