She soon had an opportunity to find out. A strange device, fitted with some kind of ball in the center was strapped tightly to her face. The ball was shoved down her throat, so she couldn't utter a sound more articulate than a muffled groan. The ball was hard and large and stretched her mouth out in a very painful way. She twisted a bit as it was fastened, but a stinging slap across her ass soon quieted her.
Burt was enjoying himself immensely. He knew about girls like her, how they acted so snotty and stuck up. All they needed was to be shown how to behave and they would soon learn. He was just the one to do the teaching, too!
She was now really scared. The ball made it very hard to breath and the tight leather mask afforded her very little space for air. What if she were to die of her treatment? Her body quivered anxiously.
Meanwhile, Burt had returned to his valise and selected a long, freshly oiled whip that made a sharp cracking sound when he snapped his wrist. With one hand on his dick, he approached the trembling woman.
Raising his arm to get the most force, he brought it down sharply on her still clothed, quaking body. The whip whizzed through the air and coming down on her, tore the thin silk blouse into tatters. He yanked it off, leaving it in a ruined heap on the floor. Another stunning blow of the whip tore her bra in half and now her quaking body was revealed to him in all its naked glory.
He brought the whip down over and over again on her naked flesh, leaving searing welts all over its smooth surface. His aim was sure and steady and he managed to catch her again and again across the nipples, so that they appeared to swell and grow before his excited eyes.
Valerie writhed in the pain, thinking that she had never known how much of it she was capable of experiencing. Again and again, his deadly tool scorched her writhing form, showing no pity and no mercy.
He moved around behind her and let the brutal, leather snake in his hand caress her back, covering it with the same red welts that adorned her front. He paused only to slip his hand in the waistband of her skirt and tear hard. Her panties were shredded with the whip, leaving her wiggling ass bare.
She was spread so that her asscrack was revealed to him and he delighted in letting the whip occasionally touch upon its delicate, puckered skin. Soon, it was glowing red, shimmering and tempting in the murky half light of the dank cellar room.
Denied the outlet of shrieking, Valerie could only twist and turn her body, but soon she realized that it afforded her no relief. There was no way to escape from the cruel, searing blows and her strength faded and ebbed.
She ceased writhing and, submitted to the hot, almost numbing pain. Burt sensed his victory and put the whip down for a moment. He was sweating profusely and his cock had grown hard just watching her beautiful form dancing under the spell of his whip. Now, he turned again to the valise and selected a new instrument of torture.
He held, up another whip, but instead of coming to a finely pointed end as did the last one, this particular one had a little tassle at the end of it. The tassle was made of fine leather fringe and at the end of each bit of fringe, dangled a small but cruel metal star. These stars were tiny, but they had sharply pointed edges and could inflict a great deal of pain.
Moving towards Valerie silently, he once again took the time to appreciate her naked body, heaving and shuddering as it hung there. Then, he raised, his arm.
The new weapon left an interesting little tear in her flesh. It looked like a star itself, or some kind of brilliant red flower. As he whipped her, her whole body became covered with the glowing red flowers, that popped up everywhere.
She writhed again, under the new form of torment, which was far, far worse than the first one. The sharp metal spikes, rough and hard, tore into her delicate flesh and she could feel the blood welling up and oozing from the wounds. She twisted her body vainly, trying to hide from the rain of blows that fell upon her defenseless form, but all of her twisting and turning only excited Burt's passion more and caused him to whip her still harder. Her body became a streaming mass of bright, red blood.
Valerie thought she might faint, the pain was so unbelievable. Her whole body ached from her bondage and from her vain thrashings against the cruel shackles. Whipped and bleeding, she felt on fire.
She began to notice a strange sensation, though. The intense pain began to turn into something almost like pleasure. She couldn't quite believe it, but the searing ache, the throbbing, all began to melt and cause her body to burn with a liquid fire.
She still moved, but almost in time to his whippings, as if they were engaged in some strange, primitive dance.
Burt stripped off his cotton slacks, exchanging them for some skin tight leather pants that needed zippers in the calves to get into them. The crotch was cut out and left his throbbing dick exposed. He only wished Valerie could see him in his regalia, which was completed by hard leather boots. He was sure, though, that even blinded, she could still get a good sense of his presence.
He was getting hot himself and needed some relief for his aching organ. Dropping his whip to the floor, he approached her from behind. He unbound Valerie's feet, so that only her arms remained suspended in their cruel bondage.
She was dizzy with the thought that she might be set free, but her sense of relief was short-lived. Burt grabbed an old, rickety table and shoved it under her. Her arms were pulled cruelly upwards by the shackles and she was on her knees, on the table. The position forced her tits to leap out at him and when he spread her legs apart, he could see the red, swollen asshole winking up at him.
He inserted a harsh, rigid finger into her painfully sensitive ass, but Valerie didn't even flinch. She was learning slowly what pleased him and she knew that any signs of disobedience would be severely punished. He fingered her ass brutally, roaming around the tight hole. He noticed, that despite his rough handling, her ass seemed to be responding to his hand. It opened slightly and seemed to draw him in deeper and deeper. 'Oh,' he thought, 'so she likes it in the asshole, does she the little bitch! Look at her opening up! Well, I'll give her something in her asshole, if she wants it!' he laughed to himself.
Returning once again to his bag of tricks on the floor, he drew from it a long, vicious dildo, that was covered with nasty spikes, each about one quarter of an inch in length. He walked back over to her and rubbed a little of the blood from the wounds on her ass into her quivering little hole.
It grew wetter and wetter under his touch. His finger slipped in again and probed gently. Valerie was really hot now and she rubbed her bruised torn body against his hand, loving the feel of the finger in her tight hole. Then, with a new, increased brutality, he shoved the wicked dildo straight up her spread ass. Valerie bolted as if she had been scalded with boiling oil and knocked the table out from under her. It fell to the floor with a bang.
Even through the thick leather mask, she could dimly make out his screams of rage. "Bitch!" he shouted, "How dare you move! Haven't you learned to obey me yet, you sniveling cunt! How many times does it take to teach you?" he screamed and began to kick her with his hard, metal tipped boots.
He kicked her shins and thighs, drawing closer to slap her face. Even though it was well covered by the mask, the power of his blows still made her head buzz and ears ring. He kept on kicking her too, adding what would become purple-black bruises to her already raw and bleeding flesh.
He calmed down a little and picked up the table from the floor. Once again, he pushed it under her and opened up her asshole. Picking up the immense dildo from the floor, he returned to his position behind her.
In one great thrust, he shoved it in. Valerie winced with the awful pain, but she barely moved, for she was terrified of the abuse it might bring. The thing was huge and the sharp, hard spikes that stuck out of it caused her anal canal to become torn and scratched.