Augustus Tulare - Painful paradise

She moaned as he lip-nibbled along the swollen thickness of her outer cuntlips, then bit at them here and there with his teeth, making a shudder tear through her whole body.

"Don't! I can't stand that!" she cried. But he forced his tongue into the dripping cleft of her sex and probed deeply at the virginal tissue which stretched snugly across her entrance. It made her shriek with a quick reaction to the sharp pain as he plundered her tender untouched flesh.

Then he sucked at the flowing steam of lubricant that poured out of her excited cunt. It brought little yelps of reluctant pleasure from her, and in moments she was shuddering to a wild and belly-shaking orgasm.

He let her up, and grinned at her. She looked at him in horror as she realized the control he had established over her.

"You haven't even started to learn the facts of life as it's practiced at Harshman Research," he said.

Paul gave his captive two days of rest, then repeated his performance and made her repeat her performance, for a two-hour period in the "gym" at the end of the hall.

He gave her two more days of rest before the next episode. He had plenty of administrative work to occupy his time, so he had little cause to grow impatient during those forty-eight hours of abstinence. But it was a different story with Pal.

Two days and nights move slowly when the deadly loneliness of a locked room is the entirety of your world. Pal grew restless and nervous long before Paul came for her. She almost welcomed the breaking of the monotony, even though it meant more degradation and humiliation – more performances that she would lie and regret and hate herself for when she was locked again in the lonely room for another two days.

As Paul saw her weakness – her absolute phobia about being alone for extended periods – he played upon it for all it was worth. So on the second and third sessions in the "gym" she was almost too cooperative to be interesting.

But Paul changed that on Tuesday of the second week.

He had already decided to save her maidenhead for a very special and lengthy session. Now, he wanted to humiliate her spirit more than anything else. He found the ideal way to do it.

When he took her for her fourth walk down the hall to the carpeted exercise room, she was startled to see that another girl was there, standing along the wall at the far side of the room.

"Front and center, Betty!" Paul commanded, and the brunette moved quickly to stand before him. Her head was bowed, and she stood in perfect silence, a study in dark hair and deeply tanned skin, nude and submissive.

Betty was a pretty girl, Pal noticed, but she bore the marks of Paul's lash on her arms and legs, and on her shoulders and back. She must have held out longer against her master's commands, Pal decided, hating herself for her weakness and hating Betty for her superior strength.

Then she learned that she had judged the situation incorrectly.

"Betty is Dr. Stillwell's playmate. He gets pretty rough on her, as you can see. But then he likes to punish her whether she obeys or not. I'm easier to get along with. Now, Pal, you can take it easy for a while and watch Betty perform."

He held his arms out from the shoulders. The right one dipped slightly with the weight of his whip.

"Peel!" he commanded.

Betty slipped her fingers under his leather waistband and shucked the briefs down to his ankles in a flash. He rested the whiphand on her shoulders, letting the cool leather lash lie across her back as she slipped his garment first off one boot, then the other.

"Get it!" Paul rasped, and Betty dropped the briefs on the rug, knelt at his feet, and sucked his limp cock into her mouth, all in less than a fraction of a second.

"Good girl!" he said, breathing heavily as the trim little brunette worked expertly to stiffen his fleshy rod. She accomplished that in a few seconds, then continued to lick at the rigid shaft and caress his balls with her fingernails, making him hum a panting tune of rising passion.

He forced himself to take his mind off the stirring treatment long enough to yell at Pal, startling her enough to make her jump.

"All right, Pal! Now crawl up behind me and lick my ass!" She was frozen into stone by this order, but he made her come alive by flipping his whip over his shoulder. It found her back and the nape of her neck as if by radar control, wringing a sharp cry from her.

She moved up and knelt behind him, then gingerly licked out at the side of one buttock with a hesitant tongue.

The lash dropped on her again, from over his shoulder. This time it caught her across the cheek, and her yelp told him that he had been on target.

"Not on the right side; not on the left side. Right in between, Pal baby." His voice was as hard as the gray steel of his eyes could be. She parted his lean cheeks with her fingers and reluctantly inserted the tip of her tongue.

"Deep! Shove that tickler in there and find out where the flavor is!" he commanded. She shuddered, but shoved her tongue into the crack of his ass until she located the central point where his muscular anus formed a tight rosebud of flesh.

"Now, dig it in there!" he ordered. "Make me feel it working!"

She forced her tongue into the tight ring of muscle, then felt his tension disappear. Her tongue slipped in and was seized by the closure as he made the muscular gate wink shut.

"Lick it, baby!" he yelled. And as she worked her tongue in and out and around the fleshy annular, she felt it start to flutter and wink at a rapid rate. His groans and gaspings filled her ears, and she knew he was voiding his seed in Betty's mouth. It made her own mouth water, and she found herself licking and sucking at his fast-winking asshole in a frenzy, hungry to taste what she could of him, wanting his semen in her mouth, hut taking what she could get from his lean, taut body as it pulsed against her lips and tongue.

Then he slipped to the rug, and Pal and Betty stayed on their knees, waiting for some signal to be sure that they could rest without upsetting him.

He remained quiet for what seemed like ages, then took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh.

"Come put some starch in this thing, Pal," he said.

She crawled over and seized it in her mouth, tasting the worry, pollen flavor of his semen, still coating the slick head. She worked at it steadily for several seconds, until she began to worry that he had clued the impossible.

Then she felt his fingers toying in the wet slipperiness of her slit, arid the contact seemed to furnish him the added inspiration he needed. His cock erected in her mouth, and she stroked it in and out, making it hit her in the back of the throat, then slip almost out of the grasp of her lips.

He pulled it away from her suddenly, and rolled to his hands and knees.

"On your back, Betty; feet in the air!" he yelled, and the brunette hurried to fling herself under him just in time to meet the falling weight of his body. His hard shaft hit her in the crotch, and in a split-second she had it swallowed deep inside her curb.

He began to plunge into her, burying his meat in her vagina until his balls slapped loudly at her buttocks.

He pounded at the perspiring Betty until his own sweat mingled with hers, and they both were panting with the need for completion.

"Pal!" he yelled. "Get over here and move that pussy of yours up where I can smell and taste it. I need an extra shove to bust me loose!" She maneuvered around, trying to make herself available to him, eager with the dripping hunger that permeated her cant. But she couldn't hoist it into his range because of Betty's head, which seemed to be right where she wanted to park for him.

Paul grabbed her and positioned her with one leg actually lying on Betty's face, and her buttocks spread until she could feel Betty's shoulder pressing against the tightness of her anus. Her other leg was thrown over Paul's shoulder.