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Journey of a Pain Slut ...
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Peony my sweet Little Girl, our fantasy is perfect. And I am delighted that our writing is serving your own personal sex life so well. See you back behind the wall xxx
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
JOURNEY OF A PAIN SLUT - ACT 3 Chapter 23
Her mouth opened without question allowing me to slip the large red ball inside. She gagged and her eyes lit up. She liked the gag, I could tell that, and the tighter I tied the buckle around her head the harder her nipples became, and the more her tender, over stretched pussy juiced.
“You know why I have to gag you Little Girl, don’t you?”
She nodded.
Unlike her friend.
When I had commanded Red to open her mouth, she had recoiled in horror at the thought that we were somehow going to begin the torture all over again.
I had said to myself before, in the woods, that I thought her current physical limits had been exceeded, and it turns out I was right. The friend had received more than enough, pain that exceeded her pre-arrival ability to imagine. She had been scourged, properly whipped I could tell that she was struggling to comprehend what she had let herself endure.
“No, no Red it’s fine, don’t worry, but those cuts on your back from the scourge need the water from the shower to be as hot as it can be, and you will need to scream. So, scream as loud as you can, but do it into the gag please.”
She had relented. And she had screamed. Damn she had screamed so much as the water tore into her welts and cuts, cleansing them, opening them, making them even more raw …
But my Little Girl knew. She knew what was needed … she had been here before. Only this time her hands and wrists were protected inside a water proof bag, with an elasticated opening to stop water from getting inside. I needed the dressing and bandages that I had applied in my car to remain dry. And so, she wore the mits which allowed me to carefully wash her beautiful, naked body until I was happy that the water had performed its magic and her wounds, the fresh ones that had been opened over the older ones from just a few short weeks ago, could start their process of healing.
Red was laying on the bed, face down, a towel under her body, her beaten back, ass and thighs exposed… resting and waiting for me to attend to her. That left my Little Girl and I alone, both naked, in the rather large and luxurious bathroom.
As I dried her and removed the mits, I unfastened the gag and I heard her sigh. She coughed and spluttered a little in recognition of her oral freedom, saliva dripping from her mouth as she spat into the sink.
“How are you feeling?” I asked.
She paused, saying nothing, using the sink basin to hold herself upright.
“Little One?” I questioned again.
Slowly she turned her head to look at me.
“How am I?” She repeated my question back to me with an intonation infused with incredulity.
I nodded.
“Exhausted and broken, confused ... and worried but so fucking elated.” She turned to face me and, moving to me, let her bandaged palms push lightly against my bare chest as her body closed in on mine.
“I can’t go back to him …” She looked up at me through tired, heavy-lidded eyes.
“Yes … you can, you have to …” I replied. “You have him, and I have my life, and we meet and do this when we can and when we want, and that is how it works Little One …” I looked back down upon her upturned face. Beautifully vulnerable, swollen lips, upturned, button nose … I wanted her so much.
She shook her head at me in response. “I can be with Ab …” she almost said Red’s actual name, but just stopped herself in time, “I can be with her … with Red, but I can’t go back to him.”
“But you love him, don’t you?” I said in reply.
“I love him and I want him, but …”
“But?” I questioned.
“But I NEED you and so whenever I think of him, it’s not enough … you are inside me twenty-four/seven, and it consumes me, scares the shit out of me and fucking well overwhelms me.”
Now I did kiss her. A long, passionate kiss that said somewhere in its lust fuelled engagement … ‘I want to fuck you now’. My hand moved to her breast, where I cupped the firm, naked flesh, and once again she moaned into me.
“Hit me,” she said pulling away from me.
“Huh?” I furrowed my brow in response to her unexpected words.
“Hit me, slap my face and make me cum, please.”
I nodded knowing what she wanted. And so I gripped her throat pushing her back against the cold, steam covered tile.
“Ohhhh fuck!” she groaned as her damaged back touched their cold surface. But I didn’t stop. I wanted to hurt her and she wanted me to.
I tightened my grip on her throat with my left hand and moved my right to clasp her mound. The slut’s legs parted for me as I began to massage her clit with my thumb, teasing her, moving my index finger the length of her slit over and over …
“Do … it … ahhhhh … do …it … please …” she gasped between desperate attempts to breathe, my grasp on her windpipe easing a little. Then I let go of her neck altogether and slapped her cheek hard.
Her breath intake was sharp and so I hit her face again, and again. One way then the other. She looked me in the eye, never for one second losing her hold on my gaze. And I fingered her.
One digit, then two … thumb massaging the soreness that adorned her pussy from its time on the intrusive sedile, the wooden phallus that had impaled her for so long on the crucifix.
And now here, in our hotel room, despite being exhausted and broken, she wanted more. I had never met anyone like my Little Girl.
“Harder,” she gasped with tears pouring down her cheeks, “Ohhhh fuckkkkkk, do it harder, do it fucking harder, ohhhhh fuckkkkkk yesssssssss!”
I slapped her repeatedly, reddening the smooth skin of her face …
And the cunt of a slut stiffened, her thighs tensed pushing inwards against my hand, and she came under the touch of my fingers, in the bathroom of our hotel suite with her friend laying just outside naked and waiting.
I grinned at her as she slumped to the bathroom floor, one again spent.
It was time to fix their wounds, but our stay at the Village Hotel was not over yet, not at all …
Her mouth opened without question allowing me to slip the large red ball inside. She gagged and her eyes lit up. She liked the gag, I could tell that, and the tighter I tied the buckle around her head the harder her nipples became, and the more her tender, over stretched pussy juiced.
“You know why I have to gag you Little Girl, don’t you?”
She nodded.
Unlike her friend.
When I had commanded Red to open her mouth, she had recoiled in horror at the thought that we were somehow going to begin the torture all over again.
I had said to myself before, in the woods, that I thought her current physical limits had been exceeded, and it turns out I was right. The friend had received more than enough, pain that exceeded her pre-arrival ability to imagine. She had been scourged, properly whipped I could tell that she was struggling to comprehend what she had let herself endure.
“No, no Red it’s fine, don’t worry, but those cuts on your back from the scourge need the water from the shower to be as hot as it can be, and you will need to scream. So, scream as loud as you can, but do it into the gag please.”
She had relented. And she had screamed. Damn she had screamed so much as the water tore into her welts and cuts, cleansing them, opening them, making them even more raw …
But my Little Girl knew. She knew what was needed … she had been here before. Only this time her hands and wrists were protected inside a water proof bag, with an elasticated opening to stop water from getting inside. I needed the dressing and bandages that I had applied in my car to remain dry. And so, she wore the mits which allowed me to carefully wash her beautiful, naked body until I was happy that the water had performed its magic and her wounds, the fresh ones that had been opened over the older ones from just a few short weeks ago, could start their process of healing.
Red was laying on the bed, face down, a towel under her body, her beaten back, ass and thighs exposed… resting and waiting for me to attend to her. That left my Little Girl and I alone, both naked, in the rather large and luxurious bathroom.
As I dried her and removed the mits, I unfastened the gag and I heard her sigh. She coughed and spluttered a little in recognition of her oral freedom, saliva dripping from her mouth as she spat into the sink.
“How are you feeling?” I asked.
She paused, saying nothing, using the sink basin to hold herself upright.
“Little One?” I questioned again.
Slowly she turned her head to look at me.
“How am I?” She repeated my question back to me with an intonation infused with incredulity.
I nodded.
“Exhausted and broken, confused ... and worried but so fucking elated.” She turned to face me and, moving to me, let her bandaged palms push lightly against my bare chest as her body closed in on mine.
“I can’t go back to him …” She looked up at me through tired, heavy-lidded eyes.
“Yes … you can, you have to …” I replied. “You have him, and I have my life, and we meet and do this when we can and when we want, and that is how it works Little One …” I looked back down upon her upturned face. Beautifully vulnerable, swollen lips, upturned, button nose … I wanted her so much.
She shook her head at me in response. “I can be with Ab …” she almost said Red’s actual name, but just stopped herself in time, “I can be with her … with Red, but I can’t go back to him.”
“But you love him, don’t you?” I said in reply.
“I love him and I want him, but …”
“But?” I questioned.
“But I NEED you and so whenever I think of him, it’s not enough … you are inside me twenty-four/seven, and it consumes me, scares the shit out of me and fucking well overwhelms me.”
Now I did kiss her. A long, passionate kiss that said somewhere in its lust fuelled engagement … ‘I want to fuck you now’. My hand moved to her breast, where I cupped the firm, naked flesh, and once again she moaned into me.
“Hit me,” she said pulling away from me.
“Huh?” I furrowed my brow in response to her unexpected words.
“Hit me, slap my face and make me cum, please.”
I nodded knowing what she wanted. And so I gripped her throat pushing her back against the cold, steam covered tile.
“Ohhhh fuck!” she groaned as her damaged back touched their cold surface. But I didn’t stop. I wanted to hurt her and she wanted me to.
I tightened my grip on her throat with my left hand and moved my right to clasp her mound. The slut’s legs parted for me as I began to massage her clit with my thumb, teasing her, moving my index finger the length of her slit over and over …
“Do … it … ahhhhh … do …it … please …” she gasped between desperate attempts to breathe, my grasp on her windpipe easing a little. Then I let go of her neck altogether and slapped her cheek hard.
Her breath intake was sharp and so I hit her face again, and again. One way then the other. She looked me in the eye, never for one second losing her hold on my gaze. And I fingered her.
One digit, then two … thumb massaging the soreness that adorned her pussy from its time on the intrusive sedile, the wooden phallus that had impaled her for so long on the crucifix.
And now here, in our hotel room, despite being exhausted and broken, she wanted more. I had never met anyone like my Little Girl.
“Harder,” she gasped with tears pouring down her cheeks, “Ohhhh fuckkkkkk, do it harder, do it fucking harder, ohhhhh fuckkkkkk yesssssssss!”
I slapped her repeatedly, reddening the smooth skin of her face …
And the cunt of a slut stiffened, her thighs tensed pushing inwards against my hand, and she came under the touch of my fingers, in the bathroom of our hotel suite with her friend laying just outside naked and waiting.
I grinned at her as she slumped to the bathroom floor, one again spent.
It was time to fix their wounds, but our stay at the Village Hotel was not over yet, not at all …
Peony
Magistrate
JOURNEY OF A PAIN SLUT - ACT 3 Chapter 24
She'll get used to it. The gag.
She doesn't know. But she will.
I let him put it into my mouth. I know I will need it.
I like it.
I didn't.
The way it half-chokes me. So I can't control myself properly. So I can't speak. So I just gurgle and drool
But I know I need it. Here anyway.
Because it's going to hurt in the shower and I know I will scream.
I'm exhausted and hurting and he asks me how I feel.
How the fuck does he think I feel?
I think.
“Exhausted and broken, confused ... and worried but so fucking elated.”
That's how I feel. Elated and worried. Scared and so fucking happy.
I lean into him. He's strong. I feel my tits against him.
I tell him what I'm thinking. What I've been thinking since he put me in the car. That I can't go back to the BF.
He seems shocked. Concerned. He tells me I have to. But I really can't... My mind's fucked. I tell him I can be with Abi instead. I almost say her name. Fuck!!!
So I say...
“But I NEED you and so whenever I think of him, it’s not enough … you are inside me twenty-four/seven, and it consumes me, scares the shit out of me and fucking well overwhelms me.”
I need him to kiss me.
I need him to hurt me. I ask him to hurt me. I want him to fuck me. Hard. I want to hurt some more. I want him to slap me. Treat me like a piece of shit. A useless cunt. I want to hurt.
He gets it. Pushes me against the cold, wet tiles. Pushes my fucked up back against them. I can feel my blood smearing over them.
He slaps me.
I want more.
He slaps me harder.
I want more.
Harder. More. My head shifting this way and that. My face hurting. I need this so much. Stopping is not enough.
I push my cunt into his fingers. Push. Shove. Let his fingers rape me. Fuck me.
Hit me.
Fuck me.
I... FUCK!
I let myself slide to the floor of the shower room. I'm so fucked. I'm so fucking happy. I want this moment to keep happening and never stop.
She'll get used to it. The gag.
She doesn't know. But she will.
I let him put it into my mouth. I know I will need it.
I like it.
I didn't.
The way it half-chokes me. So I can't control myself properly. So I can't speak. So I just gurgle and drool
But I know I need it. Here anyway.
Because it's going to hurt in the shower and I know I will scream.
I'm exhausted and hurting and he asks me how I feel.
How the fuck does he think I feel?
I think.
“Exhausted and broken, confused ... and worried but so fucking elated.”
That's how I feel. Elated and worried. Scared and so fucking happy.
I lean into him. He's strong. I feel my tits against him.
I tell him what I'm thinking. What I've been thinking since he put me in the car. That I can't go back to the BF.
He seems shocked. Concerned. He tells me I have to. But I really can't... My mind's fucked. I tell him I can be with Abi instead. I almost say her name. Fuck!!!
So I say...
“But I NEED you and so whenever I think of him, it’s not enough … you are inside me twenty-four/seven, and it consumes me, scares the shit out of me and fucking well overwhelms me.”
I need him to kiss me.
I need him to hurt me. I ask him to hurt me. I want him to fuck me. Hard. I want to hurt some more. I want him to slap me. Treat me like a piece of shit. A useless cunt. I want to hurt.
He gets it. Pushes me against the cold, wet tiles. Pushes my fucked up back against them. I can feel my blood smearing over them.
He slaps me.
I want more.
He slaps me harder.
I want more.
Harder. More. My head shifting this way and that. My face hurting. I need this so much. Stopping is not enough.
I push my cunt into his fingers. Push. Shove. Let his fingers rape me. Fuck me.
Hit me.
Fuck me.
I... FUCK!
I let myself slide to the floor of the shower room. I'm so fucked. I'm so fucking happy. I want this moment to keep happening and never stop.
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Thank you so much for your support ...
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
JOURNEY OF A PAIN SLUT - ACT 3 Chapter 25
I gazed in wonder at the two naked girls, still sleeping, laid on the bed, and thought how remarkable it was that devastation could be so beautiful, so profound, so damn erotic. But that’s what the destruction of these two young things seemed like to me.
As those thoughts swirled around my head I tried my best to concentrate on my wife’s voice.
“So, you’re okay then? Managing to look after yourself? I got your favourite foods in before I left, and so …”
“I’m fine dear,” I cut in, moving away from the second bedroom where the girls lay together, face down, their wounded rear sides now treated and staring up and me.
“But how is everything going with the new shop. All set and ready to go on Monday?” I countered.
They were ready, and they were all set and I couldn’t get my wife off the phone quickly enough, because seeing the girls looking so vulnerable and so damn naked, had fuelled my erection, which was now pushing desperately at my sleep shorts.
The girls were laying pretty much in the same position as I left them in the early hours, post shower, post body cleansing, both patched up with sutures holding their skin together where necessary. I would need to change my Little Girl’s hand and wrist bandages again later today, but they should both be fine … at least physically.
The ‘Do not Disturb’ sign was on the suite door and a charming word from me, supplemented by a twenty-pound note had secured the ‘blind eye’ and spare set of sheets and pillow cases from the chamber maid, who I had spoken to just before my wife called on the mobile phone.
And so now, with the time touching 8:45 on this 4th of January Saturday morning, another wintery sunny day already looming, I could focus once more on these two young, gorgeous students. My slut and her flame-haired friend.
As I moved back into their room and stood looking over their prostrate bodies my Little Girl looked up and met my eyes, and I saw her lips part, her eyes gleam as she studied me.
“My wounds?” she frowned at me.
“Patched them up. You’re fine.”
“More than fine,” she said, slowly rising to her feet, “I feel … I feel so … fucking alive.”
She looked down at her body once more, holding her hands up and smiling at the bandages with the pale bloody stains.
“Wiggle your fingers,” I said. She did and I nodded. “No permanent damage there,” I confirmed.
A more modest man, with less lascivious intent might look away from her state of nudity, but I drank it up instead.
“You did it,” she said, stepping up to me and placing her hand on my chest, “You crucified me, fuck … you actually did it.”
I reached out and grasped her by the nape of the neck. The thrill of my achievement was within me. I wanted to drink something, a shot of whiskey, a pint of strong beer. What the fuck … it wasn’t even 9am! Yet my body ached, needing release, to fight something, to kill, to fuck.
My Little Girl’s gaze met my eyes and it was obvious that her need matched my own. My lips curved into a predatory smile and I reached out with my other hand, and grasped her bare right breast.
She gasped and smiled, cheeks colouring to reveal an unexpected coyness, her breath already shallow. I leaned in, held my face to her neck, nose brushing against her soft skin up to her ear, feeling primal, like an animal. I could smell her desire. Mixed with the blood. With the sweat. Could tell she was wet. That she wanted me.
“I am going to fuck you,” I growled low in the base of my throat and bit the lobe of her ear, then licked a trail down to her collarbone, sinking my hand in her short, thick dark hair and pulling her head aside roughly.
She groaned, arched her back, pushing her breasts out. Taking my time, fighting back my voracious desire, I licked the length of her shoulder blade to the hollow of her throat, then spun and shoved her hard against the bedroom wall, fist still clenched in her head.
Her back was beautiful. Cut and stitched but not as bad as before. Not as severe as Red’s torn flesh, her friend who still lay sleeping no more than a few feet away from us.
She gasped again, my slut, then laughed, a sultry, desire-filled purr, not resisting me in the slightest. I felt fevered. The room around making me dizzy … with lust.
I was sweating freely, my breath also coming in deep pants. I grasped her breasts roughly from behind, pushing my chest against her back, not caring about the pain she would feel. Then I flipped her back around to face me, squeezed the firm flesh in a more cruel manner, and bowed my head to her nipples which were hard and erect, moving my mouth from one to the other, licking, sucking, pulling them between my teeth, nipping the teats, biting them, as she moaned and buried her fingers in my hair.
“Take me,” she groaned. “Make me yours, forever. Fuck me hard. As hard as you can. Make me cum, over and over and over again.” Fuck she was as horny as me, this beautiful little slut.
I growled again and straightened my body, taking her by the throat and pinning her to the wall even as I hooked her leg under the knee and raised it, so that her slit parted, glistening in the light of the burgeoning sunrise.
“Yes,” she croaked, meeting my eyes. “Now. Please.”
My cock was straining within my shorts, my need so strong it almost hurt. I was about to release her neck to slide them off, when I felt a pair of hands slide around my waist from behind.
Surprised, I twisted around, heart leaping with a kind of anger at being interrupted, but them I saw Red standing there, beautiful tattooed Red, her eyes half closed, her chin lowered, biting her lower lip as she gazed into my eyes.
I didn’t know what to say. I stood there frozen, eyes wide, wanting her, wanting her as much as I wanted my slut, maybe even more so.
For a moment we all stood still, My Little Girl still pressed to the wall by the throat, Red with her hands on my shorts, me between them, and then the flame haired friend slowly lowered herself to her knees and I realised what was going to happen and something savage within me thrilled to the thought.
My Little Girl slipped out from under my hand and joined Red on her knees before me, gazing up at me as her friend wound the shorts down exposing my hard cock, her smooth hand gently grasping me by the base, both of their faces so close their cheeks were touching. A thought, a fragment of lucidity, a sense that I wasn’t in control, that this wasn’t right passed through my mind like a tumbleweed blown by hurricane winds, and then it was gone.
I leaned back so that my shoulder blades pressed against the wall, thrusting my hips out, and Red, grinning turned her head so that she could trace the length of my rigid cock with the tip of her tongue, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. My Little Girl reached up to fondle my balls just with the tips of her fingers, and then to my delight turned her head the other way so she could run her own tongue down my shaft across from her red-haired friend.
I groaned. To see Red’s wild locks and my slut’s black curled hair, their lips nearly touching as they licked up and down my shaft, both of them gazing up at me, eyes wide and glazed as if feverish with their own lust … god damn.
God damn.
Red pulled back and took me in her mouth, lips closing about my cock and then sliding down, taking me slowly to the hilt, the swollen head hitting the back of her throat. My Little Girl leaned down, her face disappearing, and then I felt her tongue on my balls, hot wetness enveloping me as she gently took me into her mouth.
I closed my eyes and pressed my head back, focusing on the sensation of the lips on my cock, working me, Red rising and falling, My Little Girl caressing with her tongue. With a growl I reached out to place my hand on Red’s head, grasping her and shoving her down upon me, hard, so that my cock slammed into the back of her mouth and she gagged.
Gagged, but didn’t pull away. I took a step forward, driving her before me so that she fell onto her ass, yelping as her cuts and welts were pressed to the floor, and then I grabbed a fistful of my Little Girl’s hair and pulled her around behind me, guiding her face to my ass. No shame. Nothing but need. Nothing but a ferocious desire to feel whatever I desired. Wanted. Dreamed.
My Little Girl seemed to know what that was. I felt her nose press between my cheeks, then her tongue ran up the crack, the shadowed crevice that parted my buttocks, as I began to face-fuck Red, holding onto her head with both hands.
The friend gasped and went to it with a wonderful enthusiasm, taking me as deep as she could, while My Little Girl pressed her tongue into me, lapping and licking in something akin to a frenzy, as we all moved to the same rhythm, a sexual cadence that danced of its own free will.
It felt so good. My whole body was caught up in a delirium of desire. I groaned, pulled Red from my shaft by the hair and threw her down onto the floor. She groaned once more as the torn flesh of her back made contact with the carpeted surface.
I Knelt between her legs as she lay naked before me. Her high breasts, the arch of her ribcage, the flutter of her stomach, the points of her pelvis and her mound covered in the amazing body art.
I growled again, deep in my chest, pushed her legs open wider, and then guided the head of my cock between the lips of her pussy, not caring about being subtle or patient. I just wanted to be inside her. Red turned her head from one side to the other as I sank in all the way, then cried as I pulled out and slammed back home. I grabbed one of her legs, looped it over my shoulder and held it tight for leverage as I fucked her, her breasts moving, the artwork there shaking with each thrust, the feeling indescribable, my lust without bounds, feeling as if I could fuck her forever.
My Little Girl made her way around, looking tentative, seeming unsure what to do, so I grabbed her by the hair once more and pulled her head down so that her cheek lay on her friend’s stomach. Then pulled out and slid my shaft into her mouth. My Little Girl’s waiting eyes opened wide and then she began sucking on me hungrily, over and over till I withdrew and slid back between Red’s thighs.
For a while, there was nothing but the sound of our gasping. The wet slick sounds of sex. I closed my eyes and saw my slut on her cross once more. The look on her face as I hammered the nails into her flesh, through the palm of her hand … first one and then the other … The thought made me fuck Red all the harder. Her cries were echoing off the walls of the suite.
My heart was racing so hard it felt like I’d burst. I wanted to hurt something … someone. Wanted to return to the woods, tie these bitches up and whip them until they fell unconscious.
I grasped My Little Girl and pulled her more fully onto Red so that their naked bodies lay on top of one other. Breast-to-breast, cunt-to-cunt. The friend cried out again as more pressure was added to the back of her body. But I cared not … nor, it seemed did my little concubines.
Reaching down, I hauled My Little Girl firmly into position, so that her pussy was just above her friend’s, and then paused, admiring. I lowered my face and inhaled, then took a long, slow lick of My Little Girl’s slit, sliding my tongue in deep between her inner lips, then dropped to Red who was just a few inches below. I licked deep, and Red wriggled, moaning in pleasure.
It was too much. Like a fucking cornucopia of hedonistic, indulgence. I moved up and down, taking my turns licking, tasting them, comparing them, My Little Girl’s lips fuller but shaved smooth, Red’s pussy tight and furred in closely cropped red. I laughed, rose, and then slid my cock into Red’s cunt, sliding deep into her wet perfection, all the while holding onto My Little Girl’s hips and gazing at her as I fucked the girl laying below her.
Three, four thrusts, and then I pulled free and slid into My Little Girl, angling my cock so that I thrust all the way in, watching and revelling as I heard her groan and saw her lips close the mouth of her friend. They kissed as I fucked them. Red reached up to grasp her friend’s hips and steady her, and then I simply took turns screwing each one, over and over, till I couldn’t tell who I was fucking or even tell their groans apart.
Some corner of my mind was screaming at me. But it was easily ignored, and my thoughts turned to blood. To bound captivity. To how good my slut had looked mounted on the cross, impaled by the phallus, how fit, and how I’d have loved to have fucked her like that, before actually killing her. That thought pushed me over the edge.
"Fuckkkkkkkkk, yesssssssssss!" My body convulsed as my hips jerked.
I roared as I came, not knowing or caring which of the cunts I was inside, my back arching as I felt a flood tear through me, a waterfall of ecstasy and horror, a swarming avalanche that swept me away and left nothing behind but my shaking, aching self.
I fell away from them both and lay on my side on the carpeted floor, staring out at nothing, gasping, my cock jerking with convulsive aftershocks.
Sweat ran in huge rivulets down my body, and I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t catch my breath. I tried to centre myself, to collect my thoughts, but nothing came to me.
I dragged myself onto all fours and then, still gasping, I rose to my feet, swayed with dizziness, and stared down at the girls where they lay.
Neither of them met my gaze, both of them blinking and looking similarly dazed. I didn’t want to think. Didn’t want to process this, didn’t want to make it real so that it would need to end.
Then My Little Girl moved her stiff body back to Red’s and they kissed … With stiffened bodies they pulled themselves upright before falling onto the far less abrasive surface of the bed.
Now it was my turn to watch …
I gazed in wonder at the two naked girls, still sleeping, laid on the bed, and thought how remarkable it was that devastation could be so beautiful, so profound, so damn erotic. But that’s what the destruction of these two young things seemed like to me.
As those thoughts swirled around my head I tried my best to concentrate on my wife’s voice.
“So, you’re okay then? Managing to look after yourself? I got your favourite foods in before I left, and so …”
“I’m fine dear,” I cut in, moving away from the second bedroom where the girls lay together, face down, their wounded rear sides now treated and staring up and me.
“But how is everything going with the new shop. All set and ready to go on Monday?” I countered.
They were ready, and they were all set and I couldn’t get my wife off the phone quickly enough, because seeing the girls looking so vulnerable and so damn naked, had fuelled my erection, which was now pushing desperately at my sleep shorts.
The girls were laying pretty much in the same position as I left them in the early hours, post shower, post body cleansing, both patched up with sutures holding their skin together where necessary. I would need to change my Little Girl’s hand and wrist bandages again later today, but they should both be fine … at least physically.
The ‘Do not Disturb’ sign was on the suite door and a charming word from me, supplemented by a twenty-pound note had secured the ‘blind eye’ and spare set of sheets and pillow cases from the chamber maid, who I had spoken to just before my wife called on the mobile phone.
And so now, with the time touching 8:45 on this 4th of January Saturday morning, another wintery sunny day already looming, I could focus once more on these two young, gorgeous students. My slut and her flame-haired friend.
As I moved back into their room and stood looking over their prostrate bodies my Little Girl looked up and met my eyes, and I saw her lips part, her eyes gleam as she studied me.
“My wounds?” she frowned at me.
“Patched them up. You’re fine.”
“More than fine,” she said, slowly rising to her feet, “I feel … I feel so … fucking alive.”
She looked down at her body once more, holding her hands up and smiling at the bandages with the pale bloody stains.
“Wiggle your fingers,” I said. She did and I nodded. “No permanent damage there,” I confirmed.
A more modest man, with less lascivious intent might look away from her state of nudity, but I drank it up instead.
“You did it,” she said, stepping up to me and placing her hand on my chest, “You crucified me, fuck … you actually did it.”
I reached out and grasped her by the nape of the neck. The thrill of my achievement was within me. I wanted to drink something, a shot of whiskey, a pint of strong beer. What the fuck … it wasn’t even 9am! Yet my body ached, needing release, to fight something, to kill, to fuck.
My Little Girl’s gaze met my eyes and it was obvious that her need matched my own. My lips curved into a predatory smile and I reached out with my other hand, and grasped her bare right breast.
She gasped and smiled, cheeks colouring to reveal an unexpected coyness, her breath already shallow. I leaned in, held my face to her neck, nose brushing against her soft skin up to her ear, feeling primal, like an animal. I could smell her desire. Mixed with the blood. With the sweat. Could tell she was wet. That she wanted me.
“I am going to fuck you,” I growled low in the base of my throat and bit the lobe of her ear, then licked a trail down to her collarbone, sinking my hand in her short, thick dark hair and pulling her head aside roughly.
She groaned, arched her back, pushing her breasts out. Taking my time, fighting back my voracious desire, I licked the length of her shoulder blade to the hollow of her throat, then spun and shoved her hard against the bedroom wall, fist still clenched in her head.
Her back was beautiful. Cut and stitched but not as bad as before. Not as severe as Red’s torn flesh, her friend who still lay sleeping no more than a few feet away from us.
She gasped again, my slut, then laughed, a sultry, desire-filled purr, not resisting me in the slightest. I felt fevered. The room around making me dizzy … with lust.
I was sweating freely, my breath also coming in deep pants. I grasped her breasts roughly from behind, pushing my chest against her back, not caring about the pain she would feel. Then I flipped her back around to face me, squeezed the firm flesh in a more cruel manner, and bowed my head to her nipples which were hard and erect, moving my mouth from one to the other, licking, sucking, pulling them between my teeth, nipping the teats, biting them, as she moaned and buried her fingers in my hair.
“Take me,” she groaned. “Make me yours, forever. Fuck me hard. As hard as you can. Make me cum, over and over and over again.” Fuck she was as horny as me, this beautiful little slut.
I growled again and straightened my body, taking her by the throat and pinning her to the wall even as I hooked her leg under the knee and raised it, so that her slit parted, glistening in the light of the burgeoning sunrise.
“Yes,” she croaked, meeting my eyes. “Now. Please.”
My cock was straining within my shorts, my need so strong it almost hurt. I was about to release her neck to slide them off, when I felt a pair of hands slide around my waist from behind.
Surprised, I twisted around, heart leaping with a kind of anger at being interrupted, but them I saw Red standing there, beautiful tattooed Red, her eyes half closed, her chin lowered, biting her lower lip as she gazed into my eyes.
I didn’t know what to say. I stood there frozen, eyes wide, wanting her, wanting her as much as I wanted my slut, maybe even more so.
For a moment we all stood still, My Little Girl still pressed to the wall by the throat, Red with her hands on my shorts, me between them, and then the flame haired friend slowly lowered herself to her knees and I realised what was going to happen and something savage within me thrilled to the thought.
My Little Girl slipped out from under my hand and joined Red on her knees before me, gazing up at me as her friend wound the shorts down exposing my hard cock, her smooth hand gently grasping me by the base, both of their faces so close their cheeks were touching. A thought, a fragment of lucidity, a sense that I wasn’t in control, that this wasn’t right passed through my mind like a tumbleweed blown by hurricane winds, and then it was gone.
I leaned back so that my shoulder blades pressed against the wall, thrusting my hips out, and Red, grinning turned her head so that she could trace the length of my rigid cock with the tip of her tongue, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. My Little Girl reached up to fondle my balls just with the tips of her fingers, and then to my delight turned her head the other way so she could run her own tongue down my shaft across from her red-haired friend.
I groaned. To see Red’s wild locks and my slut’s black curled hair, their lips nearly touching as they licked up and down my shaft, both of them gazing up at me, eyes wide and glazed as if feverish with their own lust … god damn.
God damn.
Red pulled back and took me in her mouth, lips closing about my cock and then sliding down, taking me slowly to the hilt, the swollen head hitting the back of her throat. My Little Girl leaned down, her face disappearing, and then I felt her tongue on my balls, hot wetness enveloping me as she gently took me into her mouth.
I closed my eyes and pressed my head back, focusing on the sensation of the lips on my cock, working me, Red rising and falling, My Little Girl caressing with her tongue. With a growl I reached out to place my hand on Red’s head, grasping her and shoving her down upon me, hard, so that my cock slammed into the back of her mouth and she gagged.
Gagged, but didn’t pull away. I took a step forward, driving her before me so that she fell onto her ass, yelping as her cuts and welts were pressed to the floor, and then I grabbed a fistful of my Little Girl’s hair and pulled her around behind me, guiding her face to my ass. No shame. Nothing but need. Nothing but a ferocious desire to feel whatever I desired. Wanted. Dreamed.
My Little Girl seemed to know what that was. I felt her nose press between my cheeks, then her tongue ran up the crack, the shadowed crevice that parted my buttocks, as I began to face-fuck Red, holding onto her head with both hands.
The friend gasped and went to it with a wonderful enthusiasm, taking me as deep as she could, while My Little Girl pressed her tongue into me, lapping and licking in something akin to a frenzy, as we all moved to the same rhythm, a sexual cadence that danced of its own free will.
It felt so good. My whole body was caught up in a delirium of desire. I groaned, pulled Red from my shaft by the hair and threw her down onto the floor. She groaned once more as the torn flesh of her back made contact with the carpeted surface.
I Knelt between her legs as she lay naked before me. Her high breasts, the arch of her ribcage, the flutter of her stomach, the points of her pelvis and her mound covered in the amazing body art.
I growled again, deep in my chest, pushed her legs open wider, and then guided the head of my cock between the lips of her pussy, not caring about being subtle or patient. I just wanted to be inside her. Red turned her head from one side to the other as I sank in all the way, then cried as I pulled out and slammed back home. I grabbed one of her legs, looped it over my shoulder and held it tight for leverage as I fucked her, her breasts moving, the artwork there shaking with each thrust, the feeling indescribable, my lust without bounds, feeling as if I could fuck her forever.
My Little Girl made her way around, looking tentative, seeming unsure what to do, so I grabbed her by the hair once more and pulled her head down so that her cheek lay on her friend’s stomach. Then pulled out and slid my shaft into her mouth. My Little Girl’s waiting eyes opened wide and then she began sucking on me hungrily, over and over till I withdrew and slid back between Red’s thighs.
For a while, there was nothing but the sound of our gasping. The wet slick sounds of sex. I closed my eyes and saw my slut on her cross once more. The look on her face as I hammered the nails into her flesh, through the palm of her hand … first one and then the other … The thought made me fuck Red all the harder. Her cries were echoing off the walls of the suite.
My heart was racing so hard it felt like I’d burst. I wanted to hurt something … someone. Wanted to return to the woods, tie these bitches up and whip them until they fell unconscious.
I grasped My Little Girl and pulled her more fully onto Red so that their naked bodies lay on top of one other. Breast-to-breast, cunt-to-cunt. The friend cried out again as more pressure was added to the back of her body. But I cared not … nor, it seemed did my little concubines.
Reaching down, I hauled My Little Girl firmly into position, so that her pussy was just above her friend’s, and then paused, admiring. I lowered my face and inhaled, then took a long, slow lick of My Little Girl’s slit, sliding my tongue in deep between her inner lips, then dropped to Red who was just a few inches below. I licked deep, and Red wriggled, moaning in pleasure.
It was too much. Like a fucking cornucopia of hedonistic, indulgence. I moved up and down, taking my turns licking, tasting them, comparing them, My Little Girl’s lips fuller but shaved smooth, Red’s pussy tight and furred in closely cropped red. I laughed, rose, and then slid my cock into Red’s cunt, sliding deep into her wet perfection, all the while holding onto My Little Girl’s hips and gazing at her as I fucked the girl laying below her.
Three, four thrusts, and then I pulled free and slid into My Little Girl, angling my cock so that I thrust all the way in, watching and revelling as I heard her groan and saw her lips close the mouth of her friend. They kissed as I fucked them. Red reached up to grasp her friend’s hips and steady her, and then I simply took turns screwing each one, over and over, till I couldn’t tell who I was fucking or even tell their groans apart.
Some corner of my mind was screaming at me. But it was easily ignored, and my thoughts turned to blood. To bound captivity. To how good my slut had looked mounted on the cross, impaled by the phallus, how fit, and how I’d have loved to have fucked her like that, before actually killing her. That thought pushed me over the edge.
"Fuckkkkkkkkk, yesssssssssss!" My body convulsed as my hips jerked.
I roared as I came, not knowing or caring which of the cunts I was inside, my back arching as I felt a flood tear through me, a waterfall of ecstasy and horror, a swarming avalanche that swept me away and left nothing behind but my shaking, aching self.
I fell away from them both and lay on my side on the carpeted floor, staring out at nothing, gasping, my cock jerking with convulsive aftershocks.
Sweat ran in huge rivulets down my body, and I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t catch my breath. I tried to centre myself, to collect my thoughts, but nothing came to me.
I dragged myself onto all fours and then, still gasping, I rose to my feet, swayed with dizziness, and stared down at the girls where they lay.
Neither of them met my gaze, both of them blinking and looking similarly dazed. I didn’t want to think. Didn’t want to process this, didn’t want to make it real so that it would need to end.
Then My Little Girl moved her stiff body back to Red’s and they kissed … With stiffened bodies they pulled themselves upright before falling onto the far less abrasive surface of the bed.
Now it was my turn to watch …
nicole
Tribune
mmmmmm very beautiful
Peony
Magistrate
JOURNEY OF A PAIN SLUT - ACT 3 Chapter 26
He thinks I'm asleep. I'm still and warm and feeling soft and I'm next to Abi.
It's a lovely feeling.
He's talking.
To his wife.
She's no fucking idea. Crazy.
And I was worrying about my BF. She's no fucking idea.
I laugh inside.
The games we play...
I wake. Show him myself. Ask about myself.
The wounds are fine he says.
I know.
I feel fucking amazing.
My wrists and hands are sore as fuck but I feel fucking amazing and I want a fuck and I want it now and I don't care who with but he's here and that's ok so I think I will fuck him because he wants to fuck me too.
Its so fucking obvious.
The usual words... the usual doe eyes and pouty lips and soft words. Take me... that sort of thing.
Just fuck me. That's what I mean.
He grabs me.
Good.
Pulls my short curly hair that he likes so much. Touches my breasts. Licks them. Bites them. That's nice.
Fingers over my marked-up back. I think I look lovely.
Lifts me. Spins me. Pushes me.
Use me how you fucking like.
Just fuck me. I want his cock in me now.
Abi slides in.
He's messed up. Doesn't know what to do.
So we do what we do.
Fuck. Have some fun.
Her on his cock, me on his balls. Tongues. He's so fucked up by us!
Lick his arse. Up his arse. Slipping my tongue. He's so fucked up.
He's panting. Moaning. Wishing he had us back in the woods. Me wishing I was back in the woods. Watching him whip her. Me hanging there.
Three fucked up people in a fucking travel lodge or something.
Do not fucking disturb.
On the bed. Me on her. Her back's a mess still. Hurting her.
My fucking hands hurt like hell.
My cunt on hers. My tits on hers. Fucking lovely.
He slides himself in. He's no idea who he's fucking.
I just keep kissing her.
When his fumbling ends up in me I'm thinking of that wooden thing on my cross.
He really did crucify me.
That wooden thing in my cunt. So fucking awful so fucking good.
He's done.
We're not.
His wife has no fucking idea.
I'm lying with Abi. I kiss her lips. So fucking beautiful.
I whisper to her.
Let's show him how girls really have fun.
We smile.
Our tongues play.
We'll have some fun.
Fuck my fucking hands. They fucking hurt so fucking much!
He thinks I'm asleep. I'm still and warm and feeling soft and I'm next to Abi.
It's a lovely feeling.
He's talking.
To his wife.
She's no fucking idea. Crazy.
And I was worrying about my BF. She's no fucking idea.
I laugh inside.
The games we play...
I wake. Show him myself. Ask about myself.
The wounds are fine he says.
I know.
I feel fucking amazing.
My wrists and hands are sore as fuck but I feel fucking amazing and I want a fuck and I want it now and I don't care who with but he's here and that's ok so I think I will fuck him because he wants to fuck me too.
Its so fucking obvious.
The usual words... the usual doe eyes and pouty lips and soft words. Take me... that sort of thing.
Just fuck me. That's what I mean.
He grabs me.
Good.
Pulls my short curly hair that he likes so much. Touches my breasts. Licks them. Bites them. That's nice.
Fingers over my marked-up back. I think I look lovely.
Lifts me. Spins me. Pushes me.
Use me how you fucking like.
Just fuck me. I want his cock in me now.
Abi slides in.
He's messed up. Doesn't know what to do.
So we do what we do.
Fuck. Have some fun.
Her on his cock, me on his balls. Tongues. He's so fucked up by us!
Lick his arse. Up his arse. Slipping my tongue. He's so fucked up.
He's panting. Moaning. Wishing he had us back in the woods. Me wishing I was back in the woods. Watching him whip her. Me hanging there.
Three fucked up people in a fucking travel lodge or something.
Do not fucking disturb.
On the bed. Me on her. Her back's a mess still. Hurting her.
My fucking hands hurt like hell.
My cunt on hers. My tits on hers. Fucking lovely.
He slides himself in. He's no idea who he's fucking.
I just keep kissing her.
When his fumbling ends up in me I'm thinking of that wooden thing on my cross.
He really did crucify me.
That wooden thing in my cunt. So fucking awful so fucking good.
He's done.
We're not.
His wife has no fucking idea.
I'm lying with Abi. I kiss her lips. So fucking beautiful.
I whisper to her.
Let's show him how girls really have fun.
We smile.
Our tongues play.
We'll have some fun.
Fuck my fucking hands. They fucking hurt so fucking much!
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
JOURNEY OF A PAIN SLUT - ACT 3 Chapter 27
“She’s sleeping,” Red’s voice infiltrated my daydream as I lay on my bed. Looking up I watched the still naked girl open the door to my room wider. Standing framed by the doorway, and despite me being used to her not permanent state of nudity, she looked like a goddess.
“It’s best, she went through a lot last night.” I replied somewhat stating the obvious.
Red smiled, “You mean when you crucified her, actually nailed her to that tree … hammering fucking iron spikes through her palms … yep, you could say that she went through a lot.”
Red sat on the edge of my bed. I looked at her, cocking my head slightly sideways and raising my eyebrows, asking the unspoken question of what the fuck did she actually want. I had booked two nights so that they had ample time to tune back into reality again and hopefully recover at least a little bit, but I didn’t intend us engaging in small talk … becoming friends, that was not how this worked.
The flame-haired girl smiled. “Who are you?” She asked outright.
I shook my head, “You don’t need to know that Red, we already decided no names, or real life details … we just come together whenever …”
“No,” she cut in, “I get that, I just mean what are you doing here, with us? What the fuck are we doing here with you? What does it all mean?”
“Wow Red, so you’re the deep and meaningful sort, are you? So many questions.”
She chewed on her bottom lip and nodded.
“So, you want to know why you’re here …” I paused, and with Red staying silent too, it allowed the question to remain rhetorical.
“You’re here because you like my Little Girl. You like her a lot. Am I right?”
Pursing her lips, still without saying anything, Red pretended to think. Then nodded.
“And you saw her marks from before, the first time, and wanted to be with her the next time …”
Again, Red nodded.
“She has a BF you know, a boyfriend …”
Red just shrugged.
“But you still want her. Does she know how you feel?”
Another shrug. Another feign of indifference.
“Why are you here …” she asked, “…with …” Pause, then added, “… with your Little Girl?”
“Because when I first saw her I took a gamble on what I thought it was she wanted. And it turns out I was right, which also explains why she’s here, or at least I think it does.”
I stopped speaking and Red remained silent too.
“Tell about the whipping I gave you, how did it feel? I mean really feel?” propping my pillows up against the bed head, wearing only a pair of sleep shorts, I sat up waiting for the answer.
“It was ... it was ..." she began, but I could hear the emotion in her voice, sense the choke in her throat.
I looked up as the girl, the slut's friend, struggled with her words, tears welling around her eyes, her lip wobbling just a little. "It was intense," she finally said.
"Painful?" I queried.
"So much, so fucking much." She almost whispered her reply.
"Pleasurable?" I asked.
"Like nothing I have ever experienced," she replied. And there we had it. She really did want what it was that I had to offer, and although she hadn't experienced suffering like my slut had, a full rear body scourging was extreme enough.
"I intend to brand her, my Little Girl." My words were simple and said without ambiguity.
Red nodded. There was no shocked exclamation, or dissenting words. Just tacit acceptance of what appeared to be a natural progression in this most perverted of extreme weekends.
"She is still sleeping you say?"
Again, Red nodded.
“Okay, come with me.”
Just minutes later we were seated on the same bed upon which my slut lay face down, arms and hands spread out by her side. Red had leaned in and was waking my Little Girl with a kiss, a long passionate one.
I had a small metal Cross Shaped Brand, an iron shape about an inch high. It was something that for some reason I had had for quite some time, but this was the first time I had used it.
With my portable burner, like a very hot cigarette lighter, petrol driven and very effective, I held the Cross Brand in the flame, watching it get hotter and turn a much paler colour. I could feel the heat but held it in the centre of the flame until the brand was glowing white and yellow.
And the kiss between my two concubines grew stronger.
Then I see her wake, my slut. She yawns and groans into the kiss, and despite her obvious surprise at finding Red’s mouth on hers as she wakes, my Little Girl returned the kiss, open mouthed.
As the desire contained in their embrace grew, I saw my sIut’s bandaged hands reach out and grasp at the sheets, her small fingers, the only part of her hands with full, working movement, curling tightly around the covers, bunching them, her breasts heaving as she breathes, her body clearly agitated.
I smiled at the scene before me. Hot, erotic both because of what they were doing here, before me in real time, and also because of the fact that I was about to burn my mark into my Little Girl’s body.
Knowing that her back was still very sore, but needing access to her abdomen, just at the side of her mound, I gently turned her over to face me.
As I did so the girls’ embrace broke yet their eyes remained in contact.
“Kiss her again,” I instructed Red, “When I mark her she will cry out, and I want your mouth to dull the sound.”
“Wh … what are you going to …”
My Little Girl’s words were cut short as her friend’s mouth once closed upon hers. And, holding her legs stead with one hand, I stamped the hot Brand into her flesh.
She stiffened and cried out, just like I knew she would. And they kissed harder, deeper. I held the iron shape in place for a few seconds as a flash of smoke and the acrid scent of burned flesh ascended to my nostrils. Again, she cried out, a soft plaintive sound almost lost to the kiss of her girlfriend. I knew enough to know that the initial pain, so intense, was already dulling to a throb.
I released her leg, Red freed her mouth and my Little Girl fell back onto the sheets, her eyes closing once more.
“She’s sleeping,” Red’s voice infiltrated my daydream as I lay on my bed. Looking up I watched the still naked girl open the door to my room wider. Standing framed by the doorway, and despite me being used to her not permanent state of nudity, she looked like a goddess.
“It’s best, she went through a lot last night.” I replied somewhat stating the obvious.
Red smiled, “You mean when you crucified her, actually nailed her to that tree … hammering fucking iron spikes through her palms … yep, you could say that she went through a lot.”
Red sat on the edge of my bed. I looked at her, cocking my head slightly sideways and raising my eyebrows, asking the unspoken question of what the fuck did she actually want. I had booked two nights so that they had ample time to tune back into reality again and hopefully recover at least a little bit, but I didn’t intend us engaging in small talk … becoming friends, that was not how this worked.
The flame-haired girl smiled. “Who are you?” She asked outright.
I shook my head, “You don’t need to know that Red, we already decided no names, or real life details … we just come together whenever …”
“No,” she cut in, “I get that, I just mean what are you doing here, with us? What the fuck are we doing here with you? What does it all mean?”
“Wow Red, so you’re the deep and meaningful sort, are you? So many questions.”
She chewed on her bottom lip and nodded.
“So, you want to know why you’re here …” I paused, and with Red staying silent too, it allowed the question to remain rhetorical.
“You’re here because you like my Little Girl. You like her a lot. Am I right?”
Pursing her lips, still without saying anything, Red pretended to think. Then nodded.
“And you saw her marks from before, the first time, and wanted to be with her the next time …”
Again, Red nodded.
“She has a BF you know, a boyfriend …”
Red just shrugged.
“But you still want her. Does she know how you feel?”
Another shrug. Another feign of indifference.
“Why are you here …” she asked, “…with …” Pause, then added, “… with your Little Girl?”
“Because when I first saw her I took a gamble on what I thought it was she wanted. And it turns out I was right, which also explains why she’s here, or at least I think it does.”
I stopped speaking and Red remained silent too.
“Tell about the whipping I gave you, how did it feel? I mean really feel?” propping my pillows up against the bed head, wearing only a pair of sleep shorts, I sat up waiting for the answer.
“It was ... it was ..." she began, but I could hear the emotion in her voice, sense the choke in her throat.
I looked up as the girl, the slut's friend, struggled with her words, tears welling around her eyes, her lip wobbling just a little. "It was intense," she finally said.
"Painful?" I queried.
"So much, so fucking much." She almost whispered her reply.
"Pleasurable?" I asked.
"Like nothing I have ever experienced," she replied. And there we had it. She really did want what it was that I had to offer, and although she hadn't experienced suffering like my slut had, a full rear body scourging was extreme enough.
"I intend to brand her, my Little Girl." My words were simple and said without ambiguity.
Red nodded. There was no shocked exclamation, or dissenting words. Just tacit acceptance of what appeared to be a natural progression in this most perverted of extreme weekends.
"She is still sleeping you say?"
Again, Red nodded.
“Okay, come with me.”
Just minutes later we were seated on the same bed upon which my slut lay face down, arms and hands spread out by her side. Red had leaned in and was waking my Little Girl with a kiss, a long passionate one.
I had a small metal Cross Shaped Brand, an iron shape about an inch high. It was something that for some reason I had had for quite some time, but this was the first time I had used it.
With my portable burner, like a very hot cigarette lighter, petrol driven and very effective, I held the Cross Brand in the flame, watching it get hotter and turn a much paler colour. I could feel the heat but held it in the centre of the flame until the brand was glowing white and yellow.
And the kiss between my two concubines grew stronger.
Then I see her wake, my slut. She yawns and groans into the kiss, and despite her obvious surprise at finding Red’s mouth on hers as she wakes, my Little Girl returned the kiss, open mouthed.
As the desire contained in their embrace grew, I saw my sIut’s bandaged hands reach out and grasp at the sheets, her small fingers, the only part of her hands with full, working movement, curling tightly around the covers, bunching them, her breasts heaving as she breathes, her body clearly agitated.
I smiled at the scene before me. Hot, erotic both because of what they were doing here, before me in real time, and also because of the fact that I was about to burn my mark into my Little Girl’s body.
Knowing that her back was still very sore, but needing access to her abdomen, just at the side of her mound, I gently turned her over to face me.
As I did so the girls’ embrace broke yet their eyes remained in contact.
“Kiss her again,” I instructed Red, “When I mark her she will cry out, and I want your mouth to dull the sound.”
“Wh … what are you going to …”
My Little Girl’s words were cut short as her friend’s mouth once closed upon hers. And, holding her legs stead with one hand, I stamped the hot Brand into her flesh.
She stiffened and cried out, just like I knew she would. And they kissed harder, deeper. I held the iron shape in place for a few seconds as a flash of smoke and the acrid scent of burned flesh ascended to my nostrils. Again, she cried out, a soft plaintive sound almost lost to the kiss of her girlfriend. I knew enough to know that the initial pain, so intense, was already dulling to a throb.
I released her leg, Red freed her mouth and my Little Girl fell back onto the sheets, her eyes closing once more.
Peony
Magistrate
Gorgeous!
Peony
Magistrate
JOURNEY OF A PAIN SLUT - ACT 3 Chapter 28
She's kissing me. Her mouth. Her lips.
Perfect.
Soft.
Sleepy.
So sore.
Feeling the sheets in my fingers. Feeling my cunt so tight.
So sweet.
I want to be with her so much.
So fucking much.
He rolls us apart, our bodies slipping away from each other.
He rolls me onto my back.
I feel my back.
I look into her beautiful eyes.
Fuck, she's so gorgeous.
She doesn't smile.
She gazes.
Her eyes are filled with water.
Pools of sweetness.
I know.
I can't go back to him. I've already finished with him. I know.
I want to be with her. Just her. Me and her.
I know.
He says something.
She glances at him.
I don;t know what he said.
He's going to do something.
“Wh … what are you going to …”
FUCK! FUCK!
It hurts!
He's done something fucking awful.
Into me.
My body.
I can feel it so badly.
What the fuck has he done!
FUCK! It fucking hurts!
He's fucking burning me! I can smell myself burning. Fucking hell!
She looks at me.
She vanishes in a sea of tears...
FUCK!
She's kissing me. Her mouth. Her lips.
Perfect.
Soft.
Sleepy.
So sore.
Feeling the sheets in my fingers. Feeling my cunt so tight.
So sweet.
I want to be with her so much.
So fucking much.
He rolls us apart, our bodies slipping away from each other.
He rolls me onto my back.
I feel my back.
I look into her beautiful eyes.
Fuck, she's so gorgeous.
She doesn't smile.
She gazes.
Her eyes are filled with water.
Pools of sweetness.
I know.
I can't go back to him. I've already finished with him. I know.
I want to be with her. Just her. Me and her.
I know.
He says something.
She glances at him.
I don;t know what he said.
He's going to do something.
“Wh … what are you going to …”
FUCK! FUCK!
It hurts!
He's done something fucking awful.
Into me.
My body.
I can feel it so badly.
What the fuck has he done!
FUCK! It fucking hurts!
He's fucking burning me! I can smell myself burning. Fucking hell!
She looks at me.
She vanishes in a sea of tears...
FUCK!
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
JOURNEY OF A PAIN SLUT - ACT 3 Chapter 29
The Jetstream started up and I relaxed into the hot water. The hot tub jacuzzi in the Gym and Pool area was just perfect, and on an early Sunday morning was not even remotely busy.
I glanced across at the couple opposite me, relaxing into one another’s arms, and they smiled back. What was their story? A quiet weekend away from the kids? An illicit Saturday night with a works colleague? Whatever, I knew that their story would be nowhere near as outrageous as mine was … not this weekend.
I had left the girls sleeping. The dressings, where necessary, had been changed, and, although the bruising had become more visible and the swollen skin more raised, the healing process had begun. I had paid almost as much attention to the detail of recovery as I had to the torture … almost, and so I knew they would be okay.
I lay back as the intensity of the bubble outburst in the tub increased and closed my eyes.
“Can we tie her to the bed?” Red had asked me, her eyes wide with excitement and desire. My slut had only just been branded and was sleeping, virtually comatose, and here was her friend and prospective full-time lover, demanding that we do something else to her.
Damn! So fucking erotic!
And so … we did. My Little Girl hardly moved as we secured each limb out wide with rope, tied loosely to be fair, and in a position that didn’t aggravate the rawhide burns. She groaned and at one point opened her eyes, but they remained heavy lidded and soon closed again. And so there she was, my naked slut, spread-eagled and bound once more, her Cross Shaped Brand staring back at us from its place at the side of her mound. Anyone venturing into that area of her body from now on, and forever, would have cause to ask her about the mark … that thought made me stiffen!
Red looked at me as if to say - So what now?
As I drifted in the warm jacuzzi a smile played on my lips as I remembered exactly what happened next.
Moving away from the bed I reached down and picked up the pinwheel …
“Shit, I’ve seen one of those before in a movie I watched …” Just for a second or two Red sounded so innocent. Holding the wheel up to her I said “Touch it.”
She did and immediately recoiled.
“Sharp, those teeth, aren’t they?”
She nodded with wide open eyes. And they were, razor-pointed sharp in fact, that was the point … if you pardon the pun.
“Now watch.” I moved between my Little Girl’s legs and rolled the pinwheel slowly around on her pubic mound, avoiding of course the branded area, which I had temporarily covered with an antibiotic plaster.
And my slut woke up. With a confused start, trying to sit up which of course she couldn’t. Then the painful torture must have registered, because she twisted and writhed, trying to get her cunt away from the pinwheel pricks but it only served to make my movements on her skin a more painful navigation.
I smiled at Red and she grinned back. We were having fun now, whilst my slut was screaming and shrieking, tracks tears already running down her cheeks.
“Kiss her Red, we need to shut her up.”
And so she did. Passionately, open-mouthed their tongues danced, and despite her very clear and present agony, my Little Girl reciprocated, she very clearly couldn’t help herself.
I rolled the sharp pins over her pussy mound, breeching the slightly parted labia so that I could prick at the soft pink folds inside. She was screeching into Red’s mouth … and I needed to liberate my lust fuelled longing.
Recalling that very moment I had to force back a less than quiet moan as I lay in the hot tub, a small space that had filled up a little more as my burgeoning hard on had turned into a fully developed erection, fortunately hidden by the gurgling water.
And so, putting the pinwheel down, I fucked my slut while her flame-haired friend kissed her. I fucked her hard and soon came in several thrusts of copious release.
Having untied my Little Girl, allowing her to slip back into her welcomed slumber, her pussy pricked and red, and dripping with my seed, I left them in bed. Together. They could satisfy one another if they wanted … I was hungry, and this time it was for actual food.
Fuck. What a fucking weekend. Perfect in every way.
Since that spontaneous bondage pinwheel session, I hadn’t touched them. In fact, I had hardly seen them, save for the food and soft drinks I brought up for them. They had stayed in their room and slept, maybe talked, maybe fucked … probably all of the above. But I needed to prepare for my rehabilitation back into reality.
And so, it was after a sound night’s sleep, alone, that I had called my wife and then made my way to the pool area. But now it was time to take them breakfast, my two little torture dolls …
******
"What happens now?" Red stood with her hands in the pockets of her jacket protecting her fingers against the cold. The weather had changed and the Spring like 13 degrees of yesterday had plummeted to a mere 4 degrees today, with the temperature hovering just above freezing.
My Little Girl was in the ladies toilet to the right of reception while Red and I took the small bags out into the car park. As I opened the boot at the trunk of the car, I saw the wooden cross beam and the small remnants bag with the used nails and accessories inside.
"That's up to you Red," I replied. As I looked at this gorgeous flame-haired girl, the fact I had fucked her several times and whipped her naked in the local woodland was seeming more surreal by the minute.
"Once we part today your life is your own, it's not for me to say ... but I have no idea how she can keep on seeing her boyfriend without opening up completely to him, and if she does that only a fool without any self-respect would stay with her ..."
Red nodded.
"And so, if that happens," I continued, "I guess the way is clear for you ..."
Now she shrugged her shoulders, as if to suggest that she didn't care, but I knew that she did.
"Her hands will heal, won't they?" Red sounded genuinely concerned.
I nodded and smiled. "Of course they will. She has had the dressings changed twice, there is no sign of any infection, and underneath the bandage is a piercing that is less than 15 millimetres in diameter. With no bones fractured or even grazed the holes will reduce to small almost invisible scars."
"And will my back be scarred for ever?" She asked.
"Do you want it to be?" I asked.
"Yes," was her reply.
I nodded, "Then it will be."
As she chewed delightfully on her bottom lip, I knew this would not be the last time that Red and I would meet.
"We ready to head out?", my Little Girl returned, her small overnight pack on her back, seemingly reinvigorated by sleeping for something like eighty percent of the time since we returned from the woods almost a day and a half ago.
"We are,” I replied.
I was taking them to Leeds station so they could catch the Pennine Express, which would take them back to wherever they had come from.
On a Sunday it took maybe 10 minutes to get from the Village Hotel Leeds (South) to the station and so we were soon parking the car.
"This is us then." My Little Girl stood facing me at the side of the car in the drop off car park.
"It is Little One ... for now." I replied. she stood on her tips toes, wound her arms around my neck and kissed me.
"Come on," Red shouted from her position maybe ten yards away, "We have a train to catch."
"Thank you," she whispered, peeling her mouth from mine.
"Message me," I said. She smiled, nodded and then they disappeared into the busy hub that was Leeds Railway Station.
The Jetstream started up and I relaxed into the hot water. The hot tub jacuzzi in the Gym and Pool area was just perfect, and on an early Sunday morning was not even remotely busy.
I glanced across at the couple opposite me, relaxing into one another’s arms, and they smiled back. What was their story? A quiet weekend away from the kids? An illicit Saturday night with a works colleague? Whatever, I knew that their story would be nowhere near as outrageous as mine was … not this weekend.
I had left the girls sleeping. The dressings, where necessary, had been changed, and, although the bruising had become more visible and the swollen skin more raised, the healing process had begun. I had paid almost as much attention to the detail of recovery as I had to the torture … almost, and so I knew they would be okay.
I lay back as the intensity of the bubble outburst in the tub increased and closed my eyes.
“Can we tie her to the bed?” Red had asked me, her eyes wide with excitement and desire. My slut had only just been branded and was sleeping, virtually comatose, and here was her friend and prospective full-time lover, demanding that we do something else to her.
Damn! So fucking erotic!
And so … we did. My Little Girl hardly moved as we secured each limb out wide with rope, tied loosely to be fair, and in a position that didn’t aggravate the rawhide burns. She groaned and at one point opened her eyes, but they remained heavy lidded and soon closed again. And so there she was, my naked slut, spread-eagled and bound once more, her Cross Shaped Brand staring back at us from its place at the side of her mound. Anyone venturing into that area of her body from now on, and forever, would have cause to ask her about the mark … that thought made me stiffen!
Red looked at me as if to say - So what now?
As I drifted in the warm jacuzzi a smile played on my lips as I remembered exactly what happened next.
Moving away from the bed I reached down and picked up the pinwheel …
“Shit, I’ve seen one of those before in a movie I watched …” Just for a second or two Red sounded so innocent. Holding the wheel up to her I said “Touch it.”
She did and immediately recoiled.
“Sharp, those teeth, aren’t they?”
She nodded with wide open eyes. And they were, razor-pointed sharp in fact, that was the point … if you pardon the pun.
“Now watch.” I moved between my Little Girl’s legs and rolled the pinwheel slowly around on her pubic mound, avoiding of course the branded area, which I had temporarily covered with an antibiotic plaster.
And my slut woke up. With a confused start, trying to sit up which of course she couldn’t. Then the painful torture must have registered, because she twisted and writhed, trying to get her cunt away from the pinwheel pricks but it only served to make my movements on her skin a more painful navigation.
I smiled at Red and she grinned back. We were having fun now, whilst my slut was screaming and shrieking, tracks tears already running down her cheeks.
“Kiss her Red, we need to shut her up.”
And so she did. Passionately, open-mouthed their tongues danced, and despite her very clear and present agony, my Little Girl reciprocated, she very clearly couldn’t help herself.
I rolled the sharp pins over her pussy mound, breeching the slightly parted labia so that I could prick at the soft pink folds inside. She was screeching into Red’s mouth … and I needed to liberate my lust fuelled longing.
Recalling that very moment I had to force back a less than quiet moan as I lay in the hot tub, a small space that had filled up a little more as my burgeoning hard on had turned into a fully developed erection, fortunately hidden by the gurgling water.
And so, putting the pinwheel down, I fucked my slut while her flame-haired friend kissed her. I fucked her hard and soon came in several thrusts of copious release.
Having untied my Little Girl, allowing her to slip back into her welcomed slumber, her pussy pricked and red, and dripping with my seed, I left them in bed. Together. They could satisfy one another if they wanted … I was hungry, and this time it was for actual food.
Fuck. What a fucking weekend. Perfect in every way.
Since that spontaneous bondage pinwheel session, I hadn’t touched them. In fact, I had hardly seen them, save for the food and soft drinks I brought up for them. They had stayed in their room and slept, maybe talked, maybe fucked … probably all of the above. But I needed to prepare for my rehabilitation back into reality.
And so, it was after a sound night’s sleep, alone, that I had called my wife and then made my way to the pool area. But now it was time to take them breakfast, my two little torture dolls …
******
"What happens now?" Red stood with her hands in the pockets of her jacket protecting her fingers against the cold. The weather had changed and the Spring like 13 degrees of yesterday had plummeted to a mere 4 degrees today, with the temperature hovering just above freezing.
My Little Girl was in the ladies toilet to the right of reception while Red and I took the small bags out into the car park. As I opened the boot at the trunk of the car, I saw the wooden cross beam and the small remnants bag with the used nails and accessories inside.
"That's up to you Red," I replied. As I looked at this gorgeous flame-haired girl, the fact I had fucked her several times and whipped her naked in the local woodland was seeming more surreal by the minute.
"Once we part today your life is your own, it's not for me to say ... but I have no idea how she can keep on seeing her boyfriend without opening up completely to him, and if she does that only a fool without any self-respect would stay with her ..."
Red nodded.
"And so, if that happens," I continued, "I guess the way is clear for you ..."
Now she shrugged her shoulders, as if to suggest that she didn't care, but I knew that she did.
"Her hands will heal, won't they?" Red sounded genuinely concerned.
I nodded and smiled. "Of course they will. She has had the dressings changed twice, there is no sign of any infection, and underneath the bandage is a piercing that is less than 15 millimetres in diameter. With no bones fractured or even grazed the holes will reduce to small almost invisible scars."
"And will my back be scarred for ever?" She asked.
"Do you want it to be?" I asked.
"Yes," was her reply.
I nodded, "Then it will be."
As she chewed delightfully on her bottom lip, I knew this would not be the last time that Red and I would meet.
"We ready to head out?", my Little Girl returned, her small overnight pack on her back, seemingly reinvigorated by sleeping for something like eighty percent of the time since we returned from the woods almost a day and a half ago.
"We are,” I replied.
I was taking them to Leeds station so they could catch the Pennine Express, which would take them back to wherever they had come from.
On a Sunday it took maybe 10 minutes to get from the Village Hotel Leeds (South) to the station and so we were soon parking the car.
"This is us then." My Little Girl stood facing me at the side of the car in the drop off car park.
"It is Little One ... for now." I replied. she stood on her tips toes, wound her arms around my neck and kissed me.
"Come on," Red shouted from her position maybe ten yards away, "We have a train to catch."
"Thank you," she whispered, peeling her mouth from mine.
"Message me," I said. She smiled, nodded and then they disappeared into the busy hub that was Leeds Railway Station.