Yana Noir And Mistress Samantha

Yana was scared and exhilarated like never before. She was pretty sure she wouldn't be harmed, well killed anyway. There was nothing she could do about it. She was excited to be with Samantha and she wanted to see where this ride ended. She was just so horny; it took all of her attention to focus.

She longed for a long, thick cock to slowly enter her creamy pussy for a long, slow fuck. Thick enough that she would feel the heavenly stretch of her vagina as the intruder burrowed inside. Long enough to reach places that had never been touched before.

She would feel his heartbeat as the thick tool pushed her hot, wet lips apart and trawled along beside her throbbing clit. He would reach the depths of her inner channel and slowly pull back out. Her lips once again gripping him as he pulled back to repeat the carnal cycle.

The new moon was high, the landscape pitch black, the beams of the headlights slicing through the night.

Samantha had the stereo on as she deftly pushed the Porche to its limit on the dark, deserted highway.

"That excited you, Yana. Your scent does not lie. The putrid stench of your boyfriend cannot hide the scent of your desire." Samantha looked at her lovely pet, dimly illuminated by the dashboard lights, Yana was enchanting in any light.

Yana said, "What happened to that guy, Mistress?"

Samantha laid her gloved hand on Yana's supple thigh and looked at her, "Bad choices, dear."

Yana's eyes grew wide and she clutched the grab handle, shouting "Mistress! Look out!" at the view through the windshield. They were speeding off the road into the darkness as though they were driving off the edge of the world.

Samantha had taken this route dozens of times. In the dark, it looked like they would careen off the edge of the world. During the day it was just a driveway. She cut the headlights to scare Yana and left the highway at ninety-nine miles per hour, laughing maniacally as Yana screamed.

The black dirt road was a long driveway to a sprawling adobe structure that was difficult to see in the darkness of the night. Samantha pulled the car around the far side of the structure to approach a wide garage door at the rear. The door opened in seconds and Samantha pulled right in without stopping. It shut just as quickly, restoring the darkness outside.

"Welcome home, Yana. Mi casa, su casa."

She pulled the German car to the center of the large space parking next to a blue Jeep and a black Corvette. Three motorcycles were parked along the wall. There were two dirt bikes and a Ducati road racer and one open space.

The entire room was a brilliantly lit adobe stucco finish with white marble floors and comprised a carwash, a workshop and living quarters.

The living quarters included a sitting area, kitchen, bathroom, and laundry. There was access to the rest of the house through a door. Samantha had set it up as living quarters for a caretaker and kept it spotless. An area adjacent to the living area served as Samantha's playroom.

Samantha got out and went around to open the door for Yana, taking her by the leash and leading her out of the car. She pulled Yana close, her nostrils flared as a cocktail of scents assaulted her senses.

The pungent scent of Yana's arousal excited Samantha. She moved her face to Yana's ear, sniffing behind it and nibbling her earlobe. She tasted her, licking and kissing her neck and face.

Samantha moved her hands over her pet's body, paying special attention to Yana's enhanced boobs. She grabbed both nipples, pinching them hard and twisting them at the same time.

Yana yelped, "Ooooo...mistress...mmm." And pushed her chest forward for more of her mistress' touch. Samantha pinched and pulled the whore's nipples harder, eliciting a moan.

"Fuck your big fake titties, whore. A real woman doesn't need fake ones. I'll show you what real tits look like."

Samantha yanked her blouse open exposing her pretty lace bra. It overflowed with her generous breasts, presenting a prime view of her spectacular cleavage.

She grabbed Yana's leash with her gloved hand and pulled the whore's face to her succulent breasts, "Suck them whore, suck them!"

"Yes mistress." Yana pushed Samantha's bra aside with both hands and attacked her breasts with her mouth and hands.

Samantha pulled Yana's sucking mouth to her swollen breasts and threw her head back, smiling from ear to ear as the exotic whore ravished her breasts.

Samantha smiled and laughed with joy as her new pet devoured her tits with her full lips and sucking mouth. Suddenly she put her hand on the girl's chest and pushed her back. She pinned the whore against the hard stucco wall with her right hand and reached under Yana's skirt with her left.

Yana could feel Samantha's full weight through the hand pinning her against the wall. Mistress kissed her again; it was useless to resist her advances. The rough feel of Mistress' gloved hand between her tender thighs sent a shiver down Yana's spine.

Samantha got in Yana's face, "You pathetic fucking slut. The first time I take you out somewhere, you go behind my back, suck a cock and gulp down all the cum like a selfish cum slut, right out in the open for the whole world to see."

Samantha stepped back and pulled a black leather riding crop from her left boot. She held the leather handle in her left hand and held the business end in her right. She gently trailed the end of the crop up the inside of Yana's leg, slowly up to her inner thigh.

She rubbed the end of the crop on Yana's labia and lifted the crop from her skin. Yana moaned, "Oh mistress" as Samantha landed the first of many sharp blows. Yana moaned as Samantha rained leather pain on her tender pussy.

"The thing that kills me, Yana... " SLAP!

"...that stabs me in the heart..." SLAP!

"...is that you didn't save a single mouthful...' SLAP!

"...for mistress..." SLAP!

"...did you whore?" SLAP!

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP! said the crop as she spanked the whore's wet gash and throbbing clit. Her pussy quivered as Mistress punished her.

"Oh mistress..." the whore moaned, yelping and moaning with each slap of the crop.

Samantha abruptly pulled Yana to her face and kissed her, fully covering Yana's mouth with hers. Her tongue licked up the oral cream pie that Marty left in the whore's mouth. The thick creamy cum was delicious and Samantha licked out every drop.

"Mmm...you didn't tell me his cum was so good, whore. Now I see why you didn't share. That's the tastiest cum I've had."

"Yes, ma'am. His cum is delicious. Thank you, mistress. You really know how to show a whore a good time."

Samantha looked back at her, eyebrow raised. "Oh, hell yes, whore. We're going to have a good fucking time," she said, her words dripping in sarcasm.

"First I have to punish you for holding out on me with your ex-boyfriend's cum. Then I have to fix that sassy mouth of yours, punish those ridiculous fake tits, and clean his stench of off of you. Fuck me, Yana, you're turning out to be a high-maintenance whore."

Samantha bit her on the nose, "And here I was, all set for a nice peaceful evening getting my pussy licked, but noo. Fuckin' Yana has to get in whore mode and fuck it all up!"

Samantha slapped the whore hard across the mouth, "That's for being a smart ass."

Yana was out of her mind with lust. She was accustomed to being filled with cock almost continuously. Master reduced it to once a week, and Samantha cut her off completely. Yana's chances of getting a hard cock anytime soon were not good.

Samantha wanted her pet on the edge physically, mentally and emotionally. She felt like Yana was close. It was Samantha's desire to push Yana to the limit and go over the edge with her.

Samantha led Yana by the leash to show her around. "These are my cars, and my bikes are over there and this is the caretaker's quarters." It was an open layout, separate from the main house but connected by a big door." They continued to an adjacent area.

Yana immediately noticed the familiar furniture of a dungeon.

"This area will be of interest to you, whore. This is where the bad girls go."

"Bitches like you, whore. You're a bad girl, a selfish cum slut. You and your fake big titties are pathetic. And you have a sassy mouth. Well, I'm going to make you good again. How about that? "

Sam slapped the whore's mouth as punctuation, "How about that, I said?"

"Yes ma'am. Thank you ma'am."

Samantha led her to an open area below a hoist, a spreader bar hanging from it. They were surrounded by a circle of lights roughly twenty feet in diameter, dimly lighting the area. Directly below the chains, a single black tile was set in an otherwise white tile floor

A single heavy throne-like wooden chair, a medieval relic, sat near the black tile. Next to the chair was a sideboard holding numerous interesting implements and devices. Out in front of the medieval chair was en equally medieval wooden horse.

An assortment of BDSM furniture pieces; a St. Andrews cross, a large metal table, and stocks were set along the wall.

Yana's mouth went dry when she saw the horse. Samantha led Yana to the black tile, "Stop whore."

Yana stopped and stood on the square. Samantha pushed the spaghetti straps of Yana's dress off her shoulders. The dress fell to her ankles, revealing her stunning body.

"Look at those fucking titties. For fuck's sake, Yana, do you really need them that big? I'll bet you had some tiny little useless tits before, then you got these, and now you're all, 'Ooo...look at me...I got big titties'. Well, they're pathetic, bitch, useless, because they're fake."

Samantha slapped them repeatedly with her favorite crop, leaving the nipples untouched, "You prolly need a fucking bra on those big tits, whore. Well, I just happen to have one your size." Samantha picked up a halter and put it on her pet, a black leather harness of straps and buckles, tightening the straps tightly around the whore's big tits.

"How's the fit, bitch? See how it lifts and separates? Hahahahaha!"

"Oh, Mistress, they're so tight" the whore moaned. Samantha laughed again and tightened the straps even more, "Quit your fucking whining, slut, or I'll tighten them even more."

Samantha walked over to the side board. It held a rack with a selection of instruments. Her boots contained a small quiver so she always had her favorites at hand. She slid a few items into her boot and carried the string of anal beads over her shoulder.

"Please be gentle" Yana begged as she saw Samantha coming towards her with a string of massive anal beads.

"You know better than that, Yana," Samantha replied, smiling.

Yana nodded, swallowing hard.

Samantha picked up the leash and said, "Come, pet, be my good little doggy." She amused herself, walking her pet whore around the area on her hands and knees like a dog.

"Speak, bitch, speak!"

Yana responded, "Woof! Woof!"

Samantha laughed with delight, "Speak, bitch!"

Yana barked, "Woof! Woof!"

Samantha loved it. The whore looked sexy crawling around on all fours. She imagined Yana tattooed with the markings of a tiger. Rawr. Samantha could hardly wait to fuck her.

"Stop, bitch" Samantha commanded and Yana stopped. Samantha crouched behind her, running her hands over the bitch's body, still wearing her skintight gloves. "I have just the thing for a bitch like you."

Samantha reached between Yana's thighs from behind to rub her beautiful wet cunt. Sam noticed it dripping girl juice on the floor. God, this bitch was beyond wet, she was gushing. Samantha dipped three fingers into her wet hole and smeared the juice into her ass.

"Mmm...Mistress...ooooo."

The whore moaned as Samantha fingered her ass with one hand and pinched her nipples with the other. Samantha loved Yana's big, fat tits and she didn't give a fuck if they were fake or not.

"Mistress, you're going to make me cum."

Samantha had to stop or she would fuck the whore right now. She laid the beads across Yana's back and stoop up, pulling her blouse and bra over her head and tossing them on the chair, her skirt followed.

She crouched behind her pet wearing just a thong and boots. She sat back on her heels and picked up the beads. Samantha rubbed the first one on the whore's wet pussy and pressed it gently against her anus.

She kept the pressure on it with her thumb, pressing hard enough that the anus would partly open to accept it, only to release pressure so it would close again, spitting the bead back out.

Samantha toyed with Yana's anus for a few minutes when the bead popped right in; Yana moaned as Samantha tugged on the string and started on the next one.

The cool, firm touch of the anal beads against her skin made Yana shiver. Her breath hitched and she bit her lip as the first bead stretched her, filling her up in a way that was both uncomfortable and arousing.

Samantha was insistent, pushing each bead in and pulling back a little. Sam could see the whore's little ass squirm as each bead popped in and felt the little tug on the string. The sight of the beads disappearing into Yana's perfect ass was incredibly arousing.

Each bead was bigger than the last and Samantha didn't give Yana much time to adjust. The sensation grew more intense with each insertion, the pressure building until Yana thought she couldn't take anymore.

Samantha knelt behind the whore, a sadistic smile playing on her lips as she observed Yana's discomfort. She was curious how much abuse Yana could take and would spare no rod to find out.

The lights were low, the only sound was the soft click of each bead as it disappeared up her ass. The anticipation was almost too much to bear. Yana could feel her body tense up around the invading objects.

With each bead, Samantha's grip on the string grew more firm, and her thrusts more deliberate. She leaned in, whispering sweet nothings in Yana's ear. Samantha's breath hot against her neck.

"Take it, my pretty slut," she cooed. "You love this, don't you?"

Yana nodded.

"You're going to scream for me Yana, I promise."

A tear rolled down her cheek, It was true. Despite the pain, Yana loved the feeling of being used, of being filled so completely.

The final bead was the largest, and as it began to stretch her open, she let out a low moan. It was a sound of both pleasure and pain, a symphony of sensations that only someone like Yana could understand.

Samantha paused, allowing Yana to feel the full weight of the beads inside her. She could feel them pressing against her insides. A constant reminder of her submission to her Mistress, Samantha.

Samantha fisted Yana's dreadlocks and pulled her up to her feet. She led Yana back to the black square with her leash, "Stop, whore." She hit the remote and lowered the spreader bar to just above Yana's head.

Samantha put Yana's hands in leather wrist cuffs and fastened them to the spreader. She slowly raised it until Yana was on her toes. Hanging by her wrists, stretched out completely, the anal beads inside were becoming more painful the longer they remained.

"Mmm...Mistress."

Samantha walked around her pet. She pulled out the stallion crop with the slapper and delivered random slaps on her pet's back and abdomen to agitate the discomfort of the beads. She booted the crop, suddenly curious if Yana was ticklish.

She approached Yana with both hands, tickling her sensitive ribs and belly. Samantha was amazed that Yana laughed uncontrollably as long as she was tickled, even with the pain inside her growing.

"Mistress!" she laughed, "Stop! That tickles! That's not fair!" She continued laughing hysterically, tears streaming down her face. She hung, swinging around wildly by her wrists in her attempt to escape Samantha's evil tickling fingers.

Samantha raised Yana a little higher and placed the heavy wooden horse beneath her.

"Mistress."

"Remember my promise, dear." Samantha said as she lowered Yana onto the horse.

The heavy rough-hewn oak was hard and unforgiving against Yana's crotch. The beads inside her shifted with the movement, sending a fresh wave of pain through her body.

"Spread your legs wider," Samantha ordered, and Yana obeyed, feeling the wood press against her tender pussy. The pain was intense, but she knew better than to protest. Samantha secured the whore's ankles to the horse with leather straps.

Yana took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was about to happen. The wooden frame was unforgiving and she could already feel the roughness against her skin. Yana hung from the hoist, stretching her out and exposing her body to Samantha's touch.

"Scream for me, Yana."

As the first strike of the cane landed, she couldn't help but cry out. It was like a bolt of fire, searing through her body and making every nerve ending scream in protest.

The anal beads shifted with the impact, adding a new level of agony to the mix. Her pussy was already sore from the earlier abuse, and now it felt on the brink of tearing apart. But amidst the pain, there was something else -- a twisted thrill that only a masochist like Yana could appreciate.

"Please, Mistress Samantha, I can't take it." Whimpered the whore, her voice trembling with fear and desire, two of Mistress Samantha's favorite scents.

"Oh, but you can, Yana," Samantha said, the excitement in her voice unmistakable. "You always do. Scream for me, Yana."

The second strike fell not on her ass, as Yana expected, but on her breasts. The pain was blinding, a white-hot agony that seemed to consume her whole. She screamed, the sound echoing through the cold unforgiving room.

The cane left a welt across her flesh, the skin already reddening and swelling. The impact sent a jolt through her body, making the anal beads clatter together inside her, the sensation a symphony of pain and pleasure that was almost too much to bear.

"Let's not forget about your pathetic fake tits, whore. What good are they? They don't even feel real. Scream for me, Yana! Fucking scream!" Samantha swung harder this time.

The third strike of the cane cracked against her enhanced breasts and the pain was indescribable. She wanted to scream, but she bit her tongue, not wanting to give Samantha the satisfaction of knowing just how much it hurt.

The silicone felt like it was on fire, the skin around the implants feeling stretched and bruised. The blow had landed in the same spot as before, the pain now a pulsing throb that seemed to resonate through her entire body.

"Scream for me, Yana, scream!" Samantha shouted, and landed the fourth blow across both nipples, much harder now, the halter ensuring Yana's breasts were primed for pain.

Yana couldn't hold back any longer. A wail of agony tore from her throat, and she felt the warmth of tears spilling down her cheeks.

Her makeup, so meticulously applied earlier, now ran in streaks down her face. The black mascara painted dark rivers over her skin, a stark contrast to the starkness of the room. The sting of the saltwater in her eyes only served to heighten the pain, making it feel like she was being attacked from the inside out.

Mistress Samantha chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down her spine. She leaned in close, her breath hot against the whore's ear, "Look at what a mess you've made of yourself," she whispered, "So pretty yet so pathetic." Her words were like a knife, twisting deep within her, mixing with the pain to form a potent cocktail of humiliation and arousal.

"Scream for me, Yana, scream for your Mistress!" Samantha swung with all her might.

As the fifth, sixth and seventh blows landed across Yana's tortured nipples, she let out a blood-curding scream. She couldn't hold back the sobs any longer and cried uncontrollably. The pain was unbearable and the mockery in Samantha's voice only served to amplify it.

The sound of Yana's cries filled the room, a symphony of suffering that seemed to resonate with the very air around them. The beads inside her clattered with each sob, a painful reminder of her current predicament.