Kylie woke up sore in places she had never been before. Her mind was foggy, though this time not from drugs, but from unabated lust and pain. As was becoming the norm, she didn't wake up alone, but rather, Chris was in the room with her, seeming eager to start the day with breakfast ready to go.
Although she really wasn't hungry, Kylie did eat, knowing that she needed to keep up her strength to make it through whatever was in store for her. On hands and knees, she ate from the plate like a dog, while Chris sat near with a hand on her rump and a watchful eye. She had been gifted a white crop top that was just large enough to reach the underside of her breasts, but being on hands and knees, the rounds of her breasts could be seen from underneath.
"I have a surprise for you," he said with a smile, which made her nearly gag on the food. "I think you're going to love it. Now finish up your breakfast, babe." His fingers plucked at her perky nipples through the thin fabric, causing her to groan as she lapped up the remnants of her food.
Before she knew it, Kylie was back in the stirrups she had been in before with her hands bound above her head. The gentle stretch forced her perky tits to sit high on her chest, stretching the minimal fabric that concealed them.
Using a water bottle that he had taken from the fridge, Chris slowly poured a stream of water over Kylie's tits, causing the shirt to become more and more transparent. She gasped and squirmed from the cold, but he made up for it by firmly grasping her tits when he was done, massaging her nipples with his palms as he squeezed the fleshy wet mounds. His mouth was on the side of her neck, suckling and licking and making her groan.
The next stage of her treatment was new to Kylie, but she was sure that it still wasn't part of her 'surprise.' Whatever big event, she was sure Chris was building the suspense. For the time being, he got to work with a roll of black tape. He pushed up the underside of her crop top to expose the glistening breasts and then instructed Kylie to arch her back. Then, he wound a line of tape around her form, just above her breasts and then criss-crossing down between the valley and to the underside. Then, after winding a line along the underside of her breasts, he drew another criss-cross along the other side. The effect was a gentle pushing out of her breasts,the black tape beautifully framing the milky white globes.
While none of that hurt, Kylie knew that Chris tried to balance his tender acts with those that were painful, so she closed her eyes and turned her head to the side.
"Look at me," he demanded, and she at first refused. "Look at me," he demanded again more forcefully as he took her chin into his hand. Slowly, she opened her large, glistening eyes.
He let go of her head, but made his expectations clear when he stated, "I want you to keep looking at me." Holding her gaze for a moment, he traveled the short distance to a chest which housed many of his toys, producing a riding crop.
Remembering how he had whipped her pussy before, Kylie whimpered and struggled in her bonds. Her pussy was fully exposed again with her heels held high in the stirrups, and her fear was very real. "Please..."
"That's it. Look at me, baby."
When he approached again, he could see her tension, more of fear than arousal. He knew the previous whipping was ingrained in her memory, and the thought made him smile. Although she tried to close her legs, her knees were uselessly splayed because of the straps he had placed on her ankles. "Relax, Kylie."
She tried her best, but her heart raced when she saw him raise the leather loop at the end of the crop. He didn't rear back, but he did position it between her legs and used it to separate her glistening lips. Her muscles remained taut, but she didn't actively resist what Chris was doing. She maintained her gaze on him, remaining fearful but lustful in the face of it all.
"It's okay, baby. See? Doesn't that feel good when I rub it along your little slit?" Chris demonstrated again by running the moist leather between her folds, to which Kylie's body reacted favorably. "You're so wet."
Probing gently into her hole, Chris looked over the scape of her taut frame, including how her hips jerked minutely as if trying to intensify the feeling. Only, Chris didn't escalate it. He pulled out of her and moved further up her body as she let out a short cry of protest.
"Don't worry, babe. We're not even close to being done. I just want to get started on these tits of yours." Slickened with her nectars, the leather at the end of the rod made Kylie's nipples glisten when Chris started encircling them slowly. Both nubbins perked as she panted, anticipating what was to come next.
Finally, Chris drew back the implement, cracking the tip against one nipple, and then the other. The sharp pain, although expected, were so intense that Kylie had to cry out. Her heavy breathing caused her breasts to swing in long arcs, which only served to entice Chris even more. Like a cat focused on its prey, he followed the hypnotic movements and attacked the moving targets over and over while listening to the fervent sounds of protest from Kylie's lips.
When her nipples were completely raw and blistered from abuse, Chris ran the loop of leather between the sweaty valley of her breasts, and traced the underside of each globe. When the touch softened, her breathing slowed, but remained deep and tormented. Chris just smiled, enjoying the effects his treatment had on Kylie's body and mind. Both were torn between lust, humiliation, fear, and need.
"Go ahead and relax for a bit, Kylie. This day is going to be rough for you, but I promise, I still have that surprise waiting."
Kylie closed her eyes and tried to imagine that she was somewhere else, away from this cruel man who had become her master over the course of one night. Yet, she couldn't escape the scenario as the riding crop trailed down her midline and twisted roughly into her navel. The discomfort made her grunt, but the sudden gentle touch on the inside of her thigh elicited a moan shortly after.
Setting the riding crop aside, Chris drew closer to Kylie, continuing to stroke her leg with incredible tenderness while he cupped her breast with the opposite hand. The touch felt so good, but so frustrating with how unforthcoming it was. He wanted her to crave every bit that he gave, so he held out with the prolonged teasing, just barely grazing the frills of her pussy lips with his fingers as he inched higher.
Just when it seemed that he might go further and start probing her tight hole, a knock sounded on the door. Kylie's eyes flew open wide, her heart racing when she heard the squeak of a rusty hinge as another figure approached. It took her a moment for her eyes to adjust, as her vision was was compromised from the intense haze of arousal. But then she recognized the newcomer-her father, clad in suit and loosened tie, straight from the office. Her eyes clearly displayed the shock and humiliation of being in this state in front of the man that had raised her, but he seemed completely expectant as he approached.
"So, Kylie, I hear that Chris here has put your promiscuity to good use. I thought I raised you to be a good girl, but now that you've disgraced me, you will serve in the manner you know best."
"You're going to love this, Frank. She feels so fucking good." Chris smiled warmly as he gazed down at Kylie's face and pinched her nipple. Right on cue, she yelped and started to squirm in her bonds.
Kylie's father loosened his tie and set it aside, then shrugged off his blazer. Pushing up the sleeves of his white shirt, he approached slowly and went to the side of the table opposite Chris. The pretty girl looked up at her father, eyes glistening with tears.
"Please, daddy. Protect me."
"I am protecting you, baby. When you were out there fucking whatever random guy you could find at the bar, you were putting yourself at risk. Here, with Chris, you will get to fuck to your heart's content, and you will always be safe." Frank ran his hands up along Kylie's arms, massaging out the strain along the way as he found his way to her bonds to release her. He knew that she knew better than to defy him, so he wasn't at all concerned that she might attempt an escape when he was there.
"Did you bring what I asked for?" Chris asked his old friend, letting his hand stroke gently along the outer curve of Kylie's breast.
"I did," Frank confirmed, and pulled a small pouch from his pocket. Unzipping it, he produced a small syringe and smiled down at his daughter. "This is the only thing you'll need to stay safe. It's going to keep you from getting pregnant."
Kylie whimpered, knowing that such an offer from her gynecologist father was an unspoken promise that she would remain here for the duration. Just the same, she was grateful for the shot. She didn't want to be pregnant. She just sniffled a little when the needle went into her upper arm, and her father grazed her lower lip with his thumb. "That's it. You're my big girl now. No need to cry."
When that was done, he moved between her legs, not yet untying her ankles from the stirrups. Instead, he took in the full sight of her exposed pussy, looking at it glisten in the light. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself at how wet she was under the circumstances.
When she saw her father reaching out to touch her moist pussy lips, Kylie began to squirm again and begged, "Please daddy, don't do this."
"It'll be okay, sweetheart," he promised and ran the tip of his finger along the slit. "We'll make sure you enjoy yourself. Chris, why don't you go ahead and work on those tits some more? They look a little neglected."
"Couldn't agree more," he responded and started to unclothe. His cock was already at full attention, which Kylie couldn't even pretend to ignore. The thing was so big and veiny that her eyes drifted right to it.
Chris mounted Kylie on the table, facing away from her with his knees on either side of her chest. Kylie held her breath while he nestled into position with his cock resting in the valley between her breasts and his asshole settling near her face. There he sat for what seemed like long minutes, until she had no choice but to take in a deep breath and come to terms with her position. When he felt her rib cage move with those deep breaths, Chris wrapped his hands around the outer swells of her tits and pressed them together, creating a canal for his erect member.
Jerking forward, Chris fucked her tits in slow, long movements, savoring the moment as his balls rubbed back and forth against her throat. Kylie could smell his sweat and musky arousal, and could not escape its allure.
