Unknown - Gwen gets beaten

"Slut," I whispered into her ear. "Whore. You were made for cock. You were designed to swallow cocks through every hole. And you will. You'll beg for it."

"N… no," she whispered.

I eased back and picked up the cane, then positioned myself to one side of her. She was positioned facing one of the mirror walls of the corner. Not only could she see her front side, but she could also see me behind her, see me raising the cane.

She held her breath and moaned, then the cane slashed through the air with a cutting sound and cracked against her buttocks.

She cried out, gnashing her teeth, arching her back as her legs jerked against the chains.

I raised the cane again slowly, watching her tremble, watching the red line appear across her perfect little ass. Then I brought the cane down again, and it slashed across her ass.

The feel as it hit her buttocks was indescribable. My cock was fully erect and burning with lust. I wanted to fuck her, to jump her and ram my cock into her hole, but I wanted her to beg.

I slashed the cane across her ass again, and a sob escaped her as her body jerked in response. A third line sprang into being across her white ass, then a fourth, and a fifth, and a sixth. Each blow was careful and slow and deliberate, and Gwen sobbed and moaned and jerked in response.

I swung harder, and she cried out at last as the CRACK of noise echoed around the room.

Each blow made her body jerk violently, which resulted in the weights bouncing and jerking against her nipples.

"Beg you dog! Beg, you fucking whore! Beg me and I'll ram my cock right up your asshole and pour my sperm into your guts!"

I slashed down again, and again she cried out, her body shaking and trembling. I smiled, and drew back again, then was startled to see her head jerk back violently, again and again. She gurgled and moaned and humped desperately, feverishly towards a non existent cock, grinding and rutting madly as an obvious orgasm blasted through her. I narrowed my eyes and lashed the crop across her ass. She screamed this time, but was it a scream of pleasure or of pain I couldn't tell. I slashed the cane down again quickly, then again as quick as I could, cracking it down across her shaking, quivering buttocks as she thrashed in her chains and gurgled in mindless ecstasy.

I halted when her head dropped limply forward, putting down the cane, not daring to touch my cock lest it explode.

I moved around in front of her and gripped her hair, forcing her head up and back. Her face was as sweaty as if she'd been out in the hot sun digging ditches, and hair was matted against her forehead and cheeks.

"Whore," I sneered. "Dirty little whore! You'll beg to have your asshole fucked! You'll beg me to pump your tight rectum!"

I let her hair go and her head dropped limply forward again as she moaned. I went back to the table, dropped the cane, and picked up the flogger and the buggy whip.

I pressed the flogger up against her chin and forced her head up, then gripped her hair and mashed my lips down against hers.

She blinked her eyes in surprise and shock, as though, despite all I'd done to her, kissing her on the lips was a stunning intimacy.

In fact, I hadn't yet kissed her at all, except for chaste brotherly kisses on her forehead, but now I jammed my tongue into her mouth and crushed my lips against hers, and she responded, slowly at first, then with a raging passion that amazed me considering she had climaxed only a minute earlier.

I pulled back and scowled at her, and to my surprise she gave me a defiant scowl.

"You'll beg for it, whore."

"Never," she snarled.

I drew back, my mind pounding with lust and excitement, for this defiance was akin to the bratty way she defied me when she wanted me to spank her. Well, if she wanted more beating she would get it, the little whore. I went around behind her, and saw her eyes eagerly following me in the mirrors. I put down the buggy whip and lifted the flogger. I flexed the flogger; the thing was built like a cat of nine tails, but without the knots on the end.

Gwen saw me and braced herself. I swung my arm and the many little strips of leather cracked down across the middle of her back.

She cried out in pain and surprise. I guess she had expected it to be used on her ass.

I swung it down again, and again, and again, as she sobbed and moaned and ground her ass back. She jerked under each blow, and cried out in pain, but she continued to grind her hips.

Red lines criss-crossed her back as I lashed her from shoulder to hips, but she refused to beg. I knew I would break her, though. I'd just have to try harder.

I picked up the buggy whip and tested it, then swung it down onto her reddened back. She cried out again, but the whip was too light for me. I was tired of this. I wanted her broken and now!

I threw it down and got the riding crop, then came back. The first hard blow made her scream in pain, her body shaking and jerking. The second made her cry, thick gut wrenching sobs escaping her trembling body. On the fourth she almost broke.

"Pleeeeasse," she sobbed.

"Please what, whore?" CRACK!

"Ohhhhh! God! Oohhhhhh!" CRACK!

"Please what, whore?" CRACK!

"Pleease… no more." CRACK!

"Ahhhhhgggghhhhh! Pleeeeasse!" CRACK!

"You know what to say, whore." CRACK!

"AAArrggghhhhhh! P… Pl… Please f… f… fuck meeee! Please fuck me!!" CRACK!

"Where, slut?" CRACK!

She sobbed in misery and agony, hanging by her wrists now, tears pouring down her cheeks and dropping onto her breasts.

"Pleeeasseeee," she moaned piteously. CRACK!

"What would you like fuck toy?" CRACK!

"P… P… please… fuck… fuck my… my ass," she sobbed. CRACK!

"Louder, whore." CRACK!

"P… please fuck… please fuck my… my… ass," she moaned. CRACK!

"I don't think you're sincere enough, fuck toy." CRACK!

"Oh pleeeasse," she sobbed. "Please fuck me in the ass! Please! Please! I'm begging you! Pleeeasse! Fuck me in my ass Michael!!!"

I tossed the crop down and picked up a little jar of KY jelly, then stuck a finger in it and moved in behind her. I pressed my finger against her little asshole and wriggled it on up, making her gasp and moan and whimper.

"Don't you know that getting fucked in the ass is the ultimate sign to a girl that she's a whore?" I breathed. "When a girl gets ass fucked she fully realizes just what she's worth, just what she's made for."

I pumped my finger in and out of my sister's asshole as I pulled her hair back and whispered into her ear.

"Your asshole is going to drink my jism, Gwenny I'm gonna ream it out so you can't shit for a month. I'm gonna pour so much cream up into your ass it'll be like an enema!"

I pulled my finger out and rubbed some jelly on my prick, then pressed my cock against her hole. She moaned anew, straining against the chains, but could do nothing to hinder me as I slowly sank my cock-head into her ass.

I groaned as it slipped past her opening. Her asshole squeezed around it like a vice. I reached around her, sliding my hands up and down my sister's belly, then bringing them up against her breasts, squeezing and kneading them.

I tugged on the clamps, and she cried out, the pain distracting her. In that instant I thrust up, and forced several more inches of cock meat up into her anus.

I licked along the nape of her neck and chewed on her earlobes, then tugged on the clamps again, and thrust several more inches up her shifter.

"Dirty little whore," I sneered. "You're just a piece of fuck meat ready for any man's cock. Aren't you? Aren't you, slut? After I've broken you I think I'll invite some of my buddies over to enjoy my little fuck toy. Would you like that, slut? Huh? Would you like to get gang banged by a room full of horny men?"