Augustus Tulare: Painful paradise

"Damnit, slut! When I speak, you move, and move quickly!"

She knew she couldn't stand a lot of this, so she forced herself to bend down and place her lips on the toe of one of his boots. She would have to conserve her strength if she could find any hope of escape from this madhouse.

"Now, wench. Peel off my shorts!" She reached up and tried to get her shaking fingers behind the tight band of leather at his waist. Her shoulders were still shaking spasmodically, and it was hard to accomplish the task with her weakened hands. But she got a grip on the slightly flexible suede and managed to peel it down past his hips, then over his thighs, until it fell loosely down past his calves and lay around his boots at the ankles.

He placed a hand on her shoulder – the one which was still faintly oozing a fine line of blood from the lashing and she winced but managed not to yell. He lifted one boot.

"Remove them!" he said.

She slipped the briefs from the boot, and he stood on it while lifting the other. She slipped the garment off over the second boot and held it in her hands, not knowing what he wanted her to do with it – afraid lest she do the wrong thing.

"Drop that and kiss my cock!" he ordered.

She dropped the limp leather bundle immediately, but it took too long for the meaning of his other command to sink in. The whip rose, but she moved rapidly to piece her lips on his softly dangling genitals. A faintly pungent male odor seemed to emanate from his crotch as her lips touched the flesh of his shaft. She identified another smell as the leather odor from the briefs, transferred by sweat to the skin they had covered.

"Take it in your hands and treat it like a baby," he said. "Kiss it nicely, and then you can lick it like a piece of candy."

She was more alert, now, determined not to earn another blow of the punishing lash. As long as pain and fear would make her comply with his orders eventually, she knew she would be wiser to obey with every bit of speed she could muster.

She grasped the elephant's trunk of his sex with a shaky hand and drew it to her lips. It shocked her to realize that a tiny thrill went over her at the contact.

She put out the pink tip of her tongue and touched it to the soft surface of the flesh, and its smoothness was astonishing. She moved her tongue over its entire length, noting the texture of it and the increasingly pleasant scent of his maleness, which started a strange trembling deep inside her.

Then it began to stiffen in her hands, and she could feel it pulse and enlarge under the sensitive detection of her lips and tongue. It made that deep inner trembling spread inside her.

"Suck it, baby," he moaned, dropping his whip and pulling her head toward him with both hands. She felt the hardening length flip upward and her mouth opened to take a hold on the end of it. As she did, it seemed to come apart, wondrously, and the skin which covered it slipped back to expose a swollen, purple turnip of a thing that pressed against her lips.

It gave her a weird momentary shock, and she drew back to look at it more closely. Before Paul could complain at her delay, she seized it again in her lips and ran them lightly over the silken surface of this warm, throbbing device.

As she drew her lips nearer the very tip, she felt a wetness as a drop of something seemed to ooze from it into her mouth. She let it roll around on her tongue, and a faint pollen flavor seemed to come from it.

Then Paul pulled her head to him and thrust the full length of the thing into her mouth. As it hit the back of her throat, she gagged, and he let up the pressure until she managed to swallow, counteracting her reflex action.

She placed her one hand tightly around the rigid shaft, right at the base where it met his hairy belly. This limited the length he could force into her mouth and throat.

Suddenly, he went down to the carpeting, pulling her over to avoid losing contact. While she continued to little at the mouthful of flesh, his hands found her breasts and began to tweak the nipples, which she discovered had been hard and pointy, as if awaiting his searching fingers.

He was groaning with the pleasure she brought him, and then her own strange-sounding voice – muted by the fleshy cork which filled her mouth – made little whimpering tones at the ecstatic feel of his massaging fingers.

The deep inner trembling and the wild breathlessness caused by the way he handled her breasts now combined into a spreading network of tiny, grasping hands that clawed their way over her body. She felt a wetness between her legs, and squeezed them together to stop whatever was happening. But the squeezing made that feeling increase, and a trickle ran down her thigh.

"Oh-h-h! Pal, baby! Take it! Suck it out of me!"

Paul's passionately moaned words added to her excitement, and she sucked eagerly at the throbbing fullness of his cock as it pulsed at the walls of her mouth. Then it was spewing out a hot, thick series of sticky blobs that clung to the back of her throat, and she almost choked. She swallowed so she could breathe, but the spurting seemed to go on forever.

It excited her more and more to feel the rich male broth squirt into her throat, and she began to suck between swallows, drawing at the source of this surprisingly exciting fluid. She could feel her cunt dripping juices down her legs as her own heated loins responded to the outburst of this maleness she held in her mouth.

Then he fell back away from her, leaving a trail of shiny sticky pearlescence across her lips, chin and breast as he collapsed on the carpeting. She followed him down, lapping at the fluid as if it were expensive, letting none of it go to waste.

When she seized his weakly throbbing cock in her lips and sucked at it to get the last pearly drop of his seed, he groaned in ecstatic pain and flailed out at her. His hand connected with her cheek and stung her smartly, sweeping her head aside and letting his exhausted and limply dangling prick escape from her greedy mouth.

It was only then that she discovered she had been plunging her fingers excitedly around in the slippery, slimy nest of her crotch. In fact, as she realized what she was doing, she felt the painful burning of rawness, due to the pressure she had been exerting on her own maidenhead.

She gasped as her final completion swept over her like a tidal wave, blanking out everything else, and leaving her gasping and groping for air, as though she were a fish tossed out of water.

When she began to regain her senses, she felt a deep shame at the way she had been made to perform an act which she wouldn't have dreamed of doing before that moment. And the way her own body responded to the shameful act had made her humiliation all the worse.

She started to crawl away, heading for the door.

Paul reached out and grabbed her by the ankle, pulling her to a sudden halt. She cried out and tugged to break loose from his grasp, but her strength was no match for his.

"Let me go, you beast!" she sobbed.

"Come back, wench!" he commanded. "You're my slave. You know that. I fucked my come into your mouth, and you went so wild over it you couldn't get enough. Come on back here and settle down before I have to get rough again!"

"You… you're an animal! I never did anything like that before in my life! I'm a v-virgin. I hate you for what you made me do… what you made me feel… you turned me into an animal like yourself."

Paul chuckled as he pulled her by the leg, gradually getting her closer until he could wrap his arms around her hips to get a more secure grip on her wriggling body.

"You've got two problems, Pal baby. One mental and one physical. We'll take care of both of them before they get to be a real drag." He rolled over and buried his face in her crotch, making his tongue trail through the slippery wetness of her blonde-feathered slit.