It is all very blurry from here. I will tell it the way I remember it, but I can’t guarantee that it’s completely accurate in order because when the world spins, you see it in pieces.
The cane tapped her, repeatedly, faster and harder. Tess squealed, almost with delight at first until the quick repeated strikes stopped and a hard thwack would come down on her hard. Her cuffs were connected ankle to wrist and she was resting, ass in the air and face on the cold hard floor. I was told to stand and rub my pussy. ”Is it wet?”
“Yes sir.”
“Cause you’re a whore?”
“Yes sir.”
He turned back to her, hard fast strikes, increasing in the intensity. Her voice going from moans to cries. Yelping out and moving away from it. I watched again. Having known this was coming for her. Having been told that I would be forced to watch while he caned her. My pussy was soaked through my nylons. I had been pulled from his cock, much to my dismay. His cock was phenomenal. Solid, veined, clean. It reminded me of a silicon sleeve over a slim vibe. So fucking hard in my mouth and I was drunk from it. I watched as he opened the switchblade again and ran it over her ass. Scratching over her nylons as she squirmed from it. He looked at me once again, “Watch this slut.”
He ran the blade over her nylon-covered pussy. I could see how wet she was. He used the point to scratch at her pussy lips. She wiggled and winced. I could see her face, she didn’t look scared, she was almost smiling. She was in her place, her zone. I was merely a spectator. I was jealous. I wanted it. I wanted to be there. I stared at her cuffs connected. Her ass in the air, her cunt and ass presented to Him. He pushed the blade into a small space at her thigh and it ripped open. I gasped. A small moan escaped my lips.
“Don’t cum slut,” he said to me. ”Get over here. Feel her pussy.” He grabbed my hand and shoved it towards her pussy. I reached forward and touched her. She was soaked. I could feel her wetness on her thighs. I slipped my fingers inside her. Sliding one, two fingers inside her while she moaned at me. I felt her insides. The warm wet tight tunnel grabbing at my fingers as I instinctively curved downwards towards her gspot. Swollen, rough patch of flesh. She moaned out hard. I pressed harder and made small circles. He grabbed at me again by my hair, pushed my mouth onto his cock. His hand struck my face. Hard. His hand connected to my cheek but he held it there. Again and again. Harder. My resistance failed and he was reaching my limit. It stung, it hurt. I winced, twisting my fingers as I resisted against his grip. Tess moved forward, my fingers leaving her warm pussy. Instinctively I licked them. Sweet.
“Here slut- watch me fuck her.” I sat next to him as he crawled up behind her. ”Undress!” he said. ”I want to see those big tits.”He opened the package and threw the wrapper to the floor. So quickly I almost missed it except that it fell at my feet. He grabbed her by the top of her nylons and moved her down on his cock. He fucked her deep and hard and fast. She was smiling, she was taking him, fucking him back even in her restraints. She was a bit defiant. I wondered if there would be punishment for that- or if he was somewhat forgiving. I was not going to try to test that water. They changed positions and she climbed on top of him. He pulled me close to him, so he was resting his head on my lap. She was riding his cock, concentrating hard on getting her own. He would pull her down to kiss me and she would lick and bit my tits while he would grab her hard, slapping her, spanking her.
Watching was excruciating. I was shaking, and impatient, and craved the feeling of him striking me again. As the realization hit my body, as if reading my mind, he reached up and grabbed my hair again pulling me toward him and hitting me again while she writhed on his cock.
Climbing off of him, she laid down on her back. He grabbed my hair- always in the same place making it sting more each time. He pushed me to the ground between her legs. ”Lick her pussy whore.”
I complied. I felt him moving behind me as my tongue connected to her swollen wet cunt. I buried my face in her delicious scent when I felt the sting of the cane hit my upper thigh. I winced, but did not stop. Again, the fast repeated strikes, and then the hard one came down. I cried out- connecting with her clit and sucking on it. I continued, feeling her hands in my hair. I reached up and grabbed her hand. Connecting. Gripping on to her harder as he hit me again and again. Always starting light, and fast, and continuing slower, stronger. Each time he would begin again, the last strike was harder than the session before. Her pussy tasted like heaven. I felt lost in a whirlwind of desire and pain. Letting go of my comfort zone. Letting him push me where he knew I wanted to go.
“Do you want some cock slut?” he asked me finally putting the cane down and stroking my ass. I heard the blade again. I was less afraid now. He was not unskilled. I felt them rip and felt his fingers push inside me. ”She’s so fucking wet.” he said to Tess. He grabbed my hair and pulled me back on his cock. He fucked me- pushing his cock inside me. Hard. So fucking deep. He slapped my ass hard. Pulled my hair, reached forward and hit my face. ”Do you want to cum, slut?” he asked me moments later.
“Oh fuck, please!” I begged, “Please can I cum?” He slapped my thighs, hard repeatedly in the same place. The beast screamed in my head. Again and again until he gave me his permission.
“Say thank you,” he instructed me, “Do you want to ride my cock now slut?”
“Thank you sir. Please,” I whispered, uncontrolled.
He laid on his back, his head now resting on between Tess’ legs. I climbed on his cock and looked past him at Tess. She was smiling at me. It was a strange moment. I felt outside of my own body, but never more connected. She was watching me, a look on her face of content, pride maybe? Even now I can’t tell what she was thinking. His cock pushed inside me once more. I rocked back and forth on his cock, careful not to push too close to the edge. My whole body was in that mid orgasm sensation and it was only his permission that I needed to release it again.
“You can cum slut, but you have to wait. You can come when I count down from 10.” He reached forward and slapped me hard, “Do understand? When I get to 1, and not a single fucking second sooner….. 10….”
I fucked him hard, but slower- trying to hold back. He caught me and slapped my thigh hard. Thrusting upwards. He was going to force me to control myself. ”We are watching you, slut. Watching you come like a whore. Making you wait.”
How the hell did he know my thoughts? How was he inside my head? 8… I could not think straight. It was the hottest moment of my entire life. 6… My master- forcing me to cum, rushing me, but making me control it. They were both watching me. Forcing me to let go. 3… as I got closer and closer- pleading with him. More. Fuck please, more. I could not remember a time when I felt so powerless, and so fucking alive.
1… “Cum right fucking now, whore!” The demons were released. I can still hear myself screaming. There was no explaining it. My life had fallen away. Gone was the fear of the unknown. Gone was the girl who stands behind the persona. The Bad Girl crawled through my skin and I had became my own Beast.
