Nathan Silvers - Beaten prisoner wife

Lena wasn't sure what was going to happen, but she didn't dare protest. She rolled onto her stomach and tried not to cry any more as Fiona took the chain and wrapped it around a spike sticking from the bottom of the table. Lena's collar was pulled tight, forcing her face down over the edge.

"Now run your hands under your body," Fiona ordered.

Moaning softly, she slid her arms under her bound body and between her thighs. She could feel the dampness on them as her pussy juices spread and that made it even worse. Nancy took one of Lena's ankles and tied it to a leg of the table while Fiona did the same to the other one.

"Now rub your pussy again," snapped Fiona.

Lena wept and pleaded, but her fingers went up and touched the tip of her still slightly throbbing clit. Then she screamed as the leather crop lashed into her rounded asscheeks. Her fingers stopped rubbing her cunt because the pain was so unbearable. Nancy lashed her again and Lena gave another terrible scream and arched on the table, her collar almost choking her.

"That's fine," said Nancy with a laugh as she whipped the bound girl. "You stop getting whipped when you come again. So that's fine, stop rubbing your clit, honey, I love whipping cunts like you."

The crop revived the memories of the tree and the dreadful whipping she had taken there. But even that had not been as agonizing as the crop. She knew her ass was forced up and that her tiny black leather dress had ridden up well above her exposed asscheeks and she almost passed out at the knowledge of the joy Fiona and Nancy were getting by watching her helplessness.

The crop lashed her again, biting deep into the already red and sore flesh and Lena gasped and choked in her restraining collar. Lena screamed and begged them to stop but they both just laughed. Nancy whipped her ass as hard as she could and Lena thought the pain would never stop.

"Fuck, am I gonna be ready for the boys after this," chuckled Fiona, her fingers playing with her own cunt through her thin panties.

"Shit," agreed Nancy, lashing Lena again. "You bet your ass. Who gets her?"

"Cell level ten," said Fiona, "there's some big cocks in there."

"Yeahhhhh," said Nancy with another grin. "Come on you fucking little cunt! I want a show."

Through the haze of agony her whole body had become, Lena barely heard Nancy. She certainly hadn't grasped any of the conversation or what it might mean. But the idea that the pain would stop when she brought herself to climax stuck, and she reached up and started playing with her clit once more.

"Now that's better," snapped Fiona.

Lena screamed in renewed agony as the hard leather crop beat her tender asscheeks until they were red and throbbing. Her body rubbed across the shiny wooden surface of the table and she somehow knew that she wasn't the first victim to be tied like this and whipped into submission. Frantically her fingers worked at her clit.

"Come on fuck-face," said Fiona, "fingerfuck yourself."

Lena couldn't think any more, she was just a body in an ocean of pain. She worked a finger up and into her cunt, slowly sliding it around in the abundant cunt juices of her first come.

Nancy laughed as she whipped Lena again and Lena gave a scream. But it was lower and softer as her body absorbed the punishment and each additional slash of pain now seemed less intense, more muted. She slid a second finger and then a third finger into her cunt.

"Now finger-fuck yourself!" Nancy shouted as she lashed Lena and another deep red stripe joined the numerous ones already there.

As Lena slowly worked her fingers in and out of her gaping pussyhole, Nancy whipped the crop down her asscheeks and then to the tops of her thighs. Nancy whipped her way slowly down Lena's thighs until she was at the dark top of her stockings. Then she whipped her way up again, and, at each cut, Lena gave a fresh scream and moan of agony.

"Ohhhhh, ohhh no," Lena moaned.

Her body twisted and her hips slammed into the edge of the table as Nancy whipped her, but she no longer felt it so badly. Her fingers came out of her cunt and started to work her clit again. Her ass circled, no longer certain that it wanted to get out of the way of the next slash of the crop.

"Put your fingers back in your cunt," Nancy shouted.

But Lena didn't hear her. Her fingers worked frantically over her clit, the lust growing each time the whip slashed into her. Lena's nips lurched upward and her fingers blurred on her cunt as she wept. Her collar seemed to tighten round her neck as she gasped for air.

Nancy threw her arm back and lashed the bound girl as hard as she could. The agony of the whip on her ass and the ecstasy of her rising orgasm melted in Lena's body until she was emitting a constant, low, moaning scream. Her ass rose to each lash of the crop and her fingers pulsed over her pussy, shamelessly bringing herself off while the two women laughed and watched.

"Oh fuck, fuck, ohhhhh fuck," Lena yelled for the first time in her life.

Her body was one constant, repeating explosion of lust. The whip only fed her orgasm as it ripped through her. Her fingers sank into her pussy and then jerked back out to rub her throbbing, desperate clit.

Suddenly the pain and orgasm peaked, shattering her whole body. Lena gave one last scream and fell across the table as she blacked out.

Lena came to slowly. She was on the floor, curled up. She stretched and the pain from her beating spread like a scalding burn. She gave a gasp and a low groan as she felt the beaten, pulpy flesh of her ass. The memory of her horrible torture came back to her and the shattering peak of her come was forgotten in the realization that she was a captive, a prisoner.

"Hey, hey, the little cunt's coming round," said Nancy, and she leaned over Lena.

"Oh please, please let me go," Lena sobbed. "I didn't do anything, I really didn't."

"You just fuckin' came, like the whore you are," said Nancy. "Now get the fuck on your feet."

Lena didn't have a chance. The two of them dragged her up and then took her out of the door. Staggering along behind them, Lena wondered how long the nightmare could go on. She was dragged down the hall and then through several sets of doors, each of which was opened by a guard who laughed at her. One of them ran his hands up her thigh as she stood in total misery.

"Hey, do I get a go?" he grinned as his hand ran over Lena's naked, whipped ass.

"Later, you horny fucker," said Fiona, and the guard chuckled and took his hand away.

The last door opened into a group of cells. The metal walkway caused her high-heels to catch, but each time Nancy dragged her along with no sympathy at all. With a ripple of excitement the men in the cells came awake. Suddenly hands reached through the bars, both for Lena and her captors. Fiona casually reached into one of the cells and slid her hands into a guy's pants.

"Wanna fuck, big boy?" she asked.

The prisoner yelled as she squeezed his cock.

"Then wait," she added.

The man suddenly screamed in pain as she held his balls. She tightened her grip until he fell away, clutching his crotch and lashing out at his cell mates who jeered at him.

Nancy took a key from inside her dress and opened a cell. They pushed Lena inside and Fiona strolled in too, waving at the prisoners who now crowded to the outer bars of their cells to get a better look. Nancy locked the door and jammed Lena back against it. She almost collapsed as she looked around the cell.

It was only twenty or so feet square. There were four bunks in it and four men, all of them huge. They all stared at Lena and from the cells on either side more men tried to reach in and touch her. Lena shuddered with horror as the four men grinned and looked her up and down.