Robert Vickers - Fit to be tied

"No? I think I can persuade you." His fingers stroked over the remnants of the evening gown. She quivered in anticipation of him ripping the rest of the dress off her. She was taken by surprise when he used the gloves to slap her across the face.

She staggered back and fell to her knees. The pain throbbed fiercely in her bruised cheek. Each finger of the glove had left its own mark. She glared at him, hatred flaring in her eyes. She didn't have to act. The girl actually felt it.

"So the French bitch hates me, now. Good. I think I prefer it that way."

He discarded his gloves and began undoing his belt. The elaborate harness crossed his chest and was fastened front and back. He managed to get out of it in record time.

He advanced on her, the leather straps dangling from his fingers in a most menacing fashion.

"You fear me. I can tell. And it is smart of you to because I will give you excruciating pain. Such pain as you've never felt. And when you beg me to fuck you, then it will stop. But I must hear your shining voice begging me to stop."

She tried to get away from him but the tatters of her dress got in her way. Stumbling, she fell into a chair. He was on top of her in an instant.

Her heart raced as she looked up at the towering giant of a man. The black leather straps he swung back and forth in front of her eyes took on demonic proportions. What was he actually going to do to her?

Millions of horrible, degrading tortures flashed through her mind. Did he have a German shepherd dog outside, waiting for her? She shuddered at the thought of being forced to allow a dog to fuck her. Having that slimy dog's cock running over her sex lips and then thrusting up into her cunt while the dog panted in lust made her light-headed.

Or would he do something even worse? Would he actually torture her? He must know all the Nazi tricks. Having electric wires touched to her nipples and clitoris would be terrible. Her body would jerk and twitch as if in sheer lust for the man.

"Wh-what are you going to do?"

"You'll see, my sexy little French tart."

He slapped her with the palm of his hand. As the pain jabbed down into her neck from the twice-bruised cheek, the man quickly used the leather straps to bind her hands behind her back. Pulling her out of the chair, he threw her to the wood floor. She was on her knees.

He looked down and smiled. Such a sight! She was naked to the waist. Her firm, high tits bounced with barely suppressed fear. But the emotion was having the desired effect. Blood was hammering into her tits, expanding them in size and causing her nipples to turn a fiery red. The little mounds of erectile tissue were already hard as rocks.

She was becoming aroused. And all because of him!

The man licked his lips as he studied her. Each minute he stood silent, towering ominously over her, created even more tension between them. And he could stand there all night just drinking in her beauty. The light from the fireplace highlighted her features to perfection.

Her snowy white tits were firm and lush as newly picked apples. And the smooth plain of her belly with its deeply shadowed depression of navel beckoned to him. Most of all, seeing her with her hands bound behind her back, totally at his mercy, made his cock stiffen.

He walked around her, studying her from every angle. He picked up his discarded riding crop and stroked it along the girl's naked sides. Once, he jabbed it into the tip of her tit and watched her flinch. It might have been dipped in acid, so swift was her reaction.

"Would you care to suck on a man's prick?" he asked her in a calm conversational tone.

She spit at him. The tiny gobbet of spit hit him just below the knee and clung to his highly polished boot.

In the same calm tone, he ordered, "Lick it off. And while you're at it, lick the entire boot."

"Go to hell!"

She was rewarded with a quick blow from the riding crop. The red mark appeared instantly across her smooth back, marring its perfection.

"Don't make me do this again," he said, laying another blow across her back. "I don't want to hurt you!"

The girl glared at him, then awkwardly worked her way forward. When she was within proper distance, she bent forward at the waist and placed her cheek against the smooth black leather. Her tongue flicked out and snared the spit.

"That's it. Lick it all, now!"

She was encouraged by a light blow across her ass. The thin gown she still wore below the waist did nothing to rob the riding crop of its sting. There was only one thing she could do. She licked.

"Good, very good."

And then he took a step backwards. She almost fell on her face from the unexpected movement. With her hands tied behind her back, she was unable to reach out and catch herself.

"Are you ready to suck on my cock now?"

"No!"

He said nothing. Pulling her to her feet, his fingers gripped the inside of her waist line. A sudden jerk stripped the remainder of her gown from her body. She stood in front of him, bare ass naked except for the glittering emerald necklace still dangling between her tits.

He kissed her hard. His lips crushed into hers. When he took her lower lip between his teeth, she braced herself for sudden pain. It never came.

He only chewed gently on her lip. His hands sought and found her tits. The riding crop was forgotten for the moment. When he began kneading those twin mounds of titflesh, she had to moan in pleasure.

In spite of all the things he'd done to her, it wasn't too bad. And now he was giving her what she had come to Love, Inc. for – sex.

She found herself responding to this masterful man. He knew what he wanted. And he took it. The smell of her sweat and the aroma of the thick leather encasing the man made her weak in the knees. She felt herself beginning to moisten in the crotch.

She was getting turned on by all that had happened!

The joy she was getting from having him play with her tits was unmatched. She quickly forgot the pain he'd inflicted on her. All that mattered to her at that instant was the way he continually flicked his thumbs over her nipples to send sexual electricity volting into her jugs.

As suddenly as the kiss and fondling had begun, they ended. He shoved her to the floor again.

"Bitch! Cunt! You're all alike! You think your bodies can gain you whatever you want! I'm superior! I'm above such things and I'll show you!"

Before she could move, he was on top of her. His riding crop had returned. Up her cunt.

She gasped at the sudden intrusion of the crop up her pussy. She hadn't even seen it coming. One instant, her cunt was juicy and yearning and the next, the leather crop was all the way up her.

When he began turning it around and around inside her cunt, she tried kicking him to get away.

It wasn't painful but it was damned uncomfortable.

"Stop it, damn you! Stop it this instant!"

He laughed harshly. "You haven't begged me for my cock yet, slut!"

"The hell you say!"

She felt the first real pain when he jerked the riding crop from her gaping cunt. He didn't try to soften the action. He simply yanked. She felt her body tensing again. Whatever he was going to do, it wouldn't be pleasant.

He crammed the riding crop all the way up her ass. The leather was already lubricated with her cunt juices so it slipped up her ass a little easier than it might have.

It still hurt like a million fire ants gnawing away at her guts.

She lay on her side, writhing as he drilled the riding crop even deeper up her asshole.

"Now will you beg me for my cock? Now you know what else I have to offer, will you beg for it?"

"Yes, yes!" She was seeing red from the pain. All she could think of was the white hot fire leaping through her rectum. If an acid dipped iron rod had been jammed into her body, it couldn't have burned at her insides worse than the riding crop.