Unknown - Gwen gets beaten

I figured her mouth and mind were all prepared for a symbolic expression of her worthlessness and my dominance. I ordered her to climb into the tub, then sit on her heels as I stood beside it.

"Okay, slut. Know what's gonna happen now?"

She shook her head slowly back and forth, indicating no.

"I'm gonna take a leak. You are going to kneel there and open your mouth. And when I piss into your mouth you will swallow it."

She stared at me for a few seconds as if she hadn't heard, then her mouth and eyes got wide and she stared at me in disbelief.

"Either you do it or you'll be punished," I snapped. "You obey your orders, fuck toy!"

"No…" she whispered.

"Don't say no to me, fuck toy."

"I… but… you… you…"

"You are a worthless animal, less than an animal. You belong to me, and I can do anything I want to you. Now you had better get set to drink."

I stuck the plug in the drain and stood straight again, pulling out my cock.

"Whatever doesn't go down your throat will wind up at the bottom of the tub, and you're still gonna drink it up, slut."

"No," she said in a small, anguished voice.

"Yes," I said. "Yes. You obey! Open your mouth!"

She whimpered in denial and slowly opened her mouth, but when my piss shot out she closed it and her eyes, shuddering and trembling as she knelt there.

"Open your mouth," I yelled as the piss splashed off her face.

She wouldn't. She knelt there, whimpering, lips and eyes tightly closed as the piss splashed off her face and ran down her shoulders. Rivulets of piss ran around her breasts, down her belly and in between her legs. I cursed her and shifted my aim, splashing piss onto her breasts and against her thighs and belly, then back up over her face and into her hair.

She never moved, but refused to open her mouth as my piss soaked her. When I ran out she whimpered and stayed in place, swaying slowly, eyes and mouth still closed.

I put my foot out against her and shoved her hard. She slammed back against the wall with a cry of pain and shock, and fell into the tub on her side. She scrambled up, out of the little pool of piss, ignoring my orders to drink it.

Well, there was plenty more piss where that came from, and she would drink gallons of it for this disobedience.

I ordered her to pull the plug, then turned on the shower. I let the water pour over her, even let her pick up the soap and clean herself off. I was going to be touching her, after all, and didn't want any of my piss on me.

When she was done I turned off the water and grabbed her by the hair, yanking her out of the tub. She squealed and screamed as I wound her wet hair around my wrist and dragged her along the floor, then down the stairs.

She bounced a little on the stairs, grabbing my wrist with both hands to ease the pull on her long hair. I dragged her along the hall into the living room and there rolled her onto her belly and jerked her arms behind her back. I cuffed them together, then gripped her hair again.

This time she wasn't able to do a thing to ease the pull and howled in pain as I dragged her by the hair across the floor and down the hall to the basement stairs, then down the stairs, bumping all the way.

I dragged her across the concrete floor then dragged her to her feet. She was sobbing and begging and pleading with me not to punish her, but I ignored her, uncuffing her wrists and quickly buckling the thicker padded leather restraints around them.

In a less than a minute her wrists were bound up and apart to the chains overhead. Then I put on ankle restraints and chained them apart.

I went to the wall where the chains were locked down, the chains that went up overhead to the rings there – then down to her wrists – and unlocked them, then pulled them upwards. I lifted the sobbing soaking, dripping teenager right off her feet, so she was hanging by her wrists and ankles, spread-eagled in mid-air.

Then I locked the chains down again and went back to her.

Gwen's toes were twitching, her feet wriggling inches above the floor as she moaned and whimpered. I gripped her wet hair and jerked her head back violently, drawing a scream of pain.

"You think you can disobey me, slut meat? Huh? Huh? I'll show you what happens to whores who disobey their masters!"

"Please!" she sobbed. "Please, Michael! Please don't hurt me! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Pleeeeasse!"

"Not half as sorry as you will be, slut!"

She wasn't going to get off on this whipping like she had the last time. This was going to be some serious pain, and she was going to be in the proper frame of mind to recognize it as such and not turn it into some kind of hot, erotic scene.

I slapped her face hard, throwing her head back and to the side. I brought my other hand up and slapped her face on the other side, throwing it in the other direction. Then I slapped it again, and again, first on the left side, then the right, then the left again.

When I stopped her head rolled back weakly and she moaned, dazedly I slammed my fist into her belly and her head was flung forward as she grunted in pain.

"You are a cheap little piece of cunt meat!" I snapped. "You don't have any will. You do what I order! Do you understand!?"

I gripped her hair and jerked her head back, putting my face inches from hers.

"Do you understand?!"

"Ye… yes," she gasped.

I slammed my knee up into her bare pussy pad and she grunted explosively, her head falling back again as she began to sob.

I moved behind her, running a hand over her smooth, soft skin, then went to my toys and examined them.

I started with the cane. It hissed through the air each time I swung it, and cracked against her round behind with a satisfying sound and weight. She sobbed and moaned and shook in pain, water still dripping from her hair.

I laid a couple of dozen quick slashes across her ass, then put down the cane and picked up the buggy whip. I lashed her back and buttocks and thigh, mostly for the satisfaction of it. The whip was too light to really cause her the kind of pain I wanted.

I put it aside and picked up the crop, and her screams rose in intensity and desperation as I began whipping her buttocks, then moved slowly upwards, lashing her lower back, then her middle back, then her upper back, raising blows down on her shaking, trashing body as she shrieked and screamed.

I put down the crop when her reactions were starting to dull, when the pain from her back was obscuring the fresh pain of each blow. I went to the box and picked up the bull whip, letting it uncurl and fall to the floor.

My cock was bulging against my pants as I stared at her reddened back and buttocks, crisscrossed with marks of pain. I gave her several minutes while I snapped the whip at a chair on the other side of the room, practicing until it cracked nicely.

It wasn't too hard once you got the hang of it.

I returned to find her moaning and whimpering, mostly unchanged, her hair still dripping a little.

I positioned myself behind her, looking at her gorgeous body in front, in the mirrors that showed her head dropping down, eyes closed. Well, her eyes were going to open wide in a minute.

I swung the whip forward, and it cracked solidly across her shoulders.

Her head snapped back and she screamed in startled horror, her body shaking and straining violently as an angry red welt appeared among the lighter marks of her back. It ran across her shoulder blades and along her ribs at her side.

I gave her a minute of sobbing moaning pleading to contemplate the next, then swung the whip. Another angry line slashed across her lower back and again she thrashed violently as her screams filled the basement.

The whip lashed out again and again and again, laying lines of fire across her back and buttocks, drawing a wonderful response from her.