Unknown - Tattoo dreams

The pain though, was somehow very highly erotic. So erotic that Kelli could hardly stand it. She wanted the fingers in her pussy again, as her paddling continued. The feelings grew more and more stimulating as each blow to her tender raw bottom fell with more force.

She no longer tried to escape the awful blows that landed on her raw flesh. Instead, she was trying only to satisfy the raging needs of her dripping pussy. She wanted to cum again, and cum hard.

The hand reach around her hips again and started to stroke her pussy. Her ass churned in desire as far as the tight leather straps would allow as she pressed her wet slit against the soft fingers.

"Unnhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" she moaned against the stroking fingers.

"Arghhhhhhhh!!!" she screamed as the blows continued down on her burned buttocks.

Again, the paddling on her buttocks commenced with renewed vigor. Kelli's tormentor knew just how to bring her to the edge of a pleasure filled release, then draw her back with more pain.

The feeling of the hand smacking her punished and tattooed ass was driving her wild. She wanted more. Much more.

Kelli thrashed wildly in her bonds, held tightly in place for over two hours now.

A steady stream of moans and groans filled the dank room. The smell of her cunt juice and perspiration smacked her nostrils with a tremendous rush. Blow after blow landed on her ass.

The pain was growing worse, but so was the pleasure. All thought had been driven from her mind except the wonderful feelings in her pussy and the terrible pain in her body. The hot sensations of the instrument of pain, and the fingers of pleasure overrode everything else.

"I'm going to free one hand, Kelli."

Was it over?

She felt her right hand start to loosen as the tight leather strap was removed.

"I want to watch you play with your pussy as I continue with your punishment," the voice gently whispered.

Kelli could still not see her tormentor.

But she couldn't believe her ears, either.

She knew that once she started touching herself, that there would be no way that she could pretend that she wasn't loving what was happening to her.

On the other hand, if she refused, she was terrified of what her tormentor would do to her further. Her whole body was on fire from the terrible tattooing and she craved a release from both the pain, and the pleasure.

With a choked cry mingled with pain and desire, need and fear all mingled in the same gut wrenching groan, Kelli reached between her legs. She could hardly believe that just minutes ago she had cum. Already, she was so wet and so hot that she couldn't hold back.

Her hand moved with a will of its own, stroking her wet lips, driving her senses even higher.

She heard footsteps behind her as her tormentor watched her play with her pussy. Kelli loved to masturbate and she really got into it. Her fingers were mashing wildly in her juicing cunt.

WHACK!! CRACK!! SPANK!! CRACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!

As she felt the hand descend on her raw ass meat again, Kelli's fingers started to fly in her pussy and onto her clit. The sensations were so intense both down there and back on her buns that she almost lost control. She didn't though. She kept masturbating herself hard.

"Count, Kelli," the voice started.

"I want you to count each stroke I give you."

The command was almost too much for Kelli. In her present state she could hardly concentrate on her clit when she was being spanked. She was so hot that she didn't think she could keep an accurate count.

Not that she cared.

Her tormentor could spank her a thousand harsh whacks, the pleasure was so great.

As she started to count each stroke being delivered to her punished globes, her voice contained all the emotion of the moment. It spoke of the burning pain in her ass, the incredible arousal in her pussy.

No matter how hard it was to concentrate on the pleasure and the pain, Kelli did not lose count of the strokes. Nor did her hand ever leave the delicious folds of her cunt.

She needed that contact. It was the only thing that kept her from going out of her mind from the arousal and the horrible pain of being spanked over her fresh branding marks. Her hand quickly became a blur as it flew around her oily slick clit.

"Uuuuuunnnnnnnn!!!!!!!"

She started cumming hard. Harder than she had ever cum in her life. Her pussy was a steady stream of cum juice, raw clit and puffed pussy lips. Her fingers were lost inside of her folds as she bucked her pelvis hard against them.

The paddling on her ass started to slow down.

Her hand started to slow down.

She jerked for the twentieth time in orgasm as the mind blowing experience drained every last ounce of reserve from Kelli Stroud's body.

She moaned her final moan of release and suddenly felt something very hard between the crease of her ass cheeks.

Was it a cock?

Or a dildo?

She never knew exactly who her tormentor was.

She felt the thick head pressing hard on her punished buttocks.

There was no lubrication, other than her pussy cream that had flowed down under her cunt and between the lowest part of her ass. She felt the hardness dip down into the slick goo, then back up to her asshole.

The thick member started to press home.

For the first time since Kelli had been commanded to touch herself, she took her hands from her pussy and tightly clenched the flesh of her inner thigh.

She grabbed hard.

She wanted to not deny the entrance of the thickness now invading her most private hole.

It started out gently. Soon, a wild thrusting started into her ass as the thickness buried itself in her rectum a full nine inches. She was completely stuffed.

And loved it.

She started wiggling again.

As much as her bondage would allow.

Kelli felt as though she was being torn apart by the way that the thickness thrust into her. The cock, or dildo, was so deep inside of ass that it was almost like being permanently impaled. It was a feeling so intense, so hot, that she almost passed out.

Hands grabbed her hips and used the leverage to push even more deeply into her asshole. Now, with every thrust, she could feel her sore thighs pressing against flesh.

That was all it took to start her cumming again.

"Ohhhhhh yessss!"

"Fuck me!!"

"Fuck my asshole!!"

"Hurt me!!"

"More!!!!!"

"I want you to fuck me hard and deep!!!"

"Fuck my asshole and never stop!!"

"NEvverrrrr…!!!!!!"

Her screams flowed from her throat as Kelli shook and trembled, convulsed and jerked in another orgasm, and she passed out, totally, completely, thoroughly spent.

"Kelli?"

"Kelli!!?"

The voice brought her awake in an instant.

"We thought we lost you there for a moment," the smiling face of the tattoo artist looked down at her.

"I didn't mean to use so much anesthetic, must be losing my touch," the smiling gentleman quietly helped her up as he spoke.

"Like it?" he asked.

Kelli looked into his hand held mirror and admired the pale pink rose tattoo on her left buttock.

"You must have been having a terrible nightmare," the man continued.

"Let this heal for awhile before you bath."

"Come back in two days, and I'll help remove the skin that didn't take the ink. Don't worry, it will not be painful."

"And," he added, "I won't need to use the anesthetic."