Initially, the big, thick rod of plastic had caused a burning wave of pain to wash over her, but now, pain mingled with a bittersweet pleasure and Valerie felt her whole body getting hot and sticky. She was sure that her cunt was dripping now.
Burt was amazed to see her body move in what seemed to be pleasure. She strained her ass wide, trying to make a new home for the invading dildo. She wiggled and squirmed in a way that was distinctly erotic. He grew more and more aroused as he watched her. There she was, naked, bleeding and shamed by a guy she wouldn't even have lunch with and she was still getting hot! His cock swelled and ached and he began to rub it some more.
Gingerly, Burt felt the old table with his hands to test its strength. He had left the dildo up her ass and its bright pink end stuck out of her ass like a light bulb in the dark.
The table seemed as if it might support the two of them and he swung his booted feet off the floor and climbed on. Positioning himself underneath Valerie, his fingers found the opening of her cunt.
To his shock, she was dripping wet! The little whore likes it! There she is at the office, making Eldridge beg and whine for it, snubbing guys like me and still, you tie her up, beat her to a pulp and the horny little bitch digs it! thought Burt and he had to laugh aloud as he thought of it. What would the other guys in the office think, the ones who drooled and sighed when Valerie walked by, if they knew what he was doing to her? His laughter continued some minutes in the dark, smelly room.
Then, he attended to his own rigid pole.
Valerie was quite a sight, with the dildo still up her ass and her broken flesh. The idea that all of this pain turning her on turned him on too. He placed his cock near the slit of her wet pussy.
Even in this light, he could see how the blonde hair glistened and gleamed with love juice and how the lips were already pouting and open, waiting for someone who would come and satisfy them. Well, he was the man to do it!
Grabbing her buttocks with both hands, he shoved in his hot cock. God, it felt wonderful! She was really on fire and her cunt was slick and tight. Picking up a whip from the floor, he raised his arm.
As he pressed her body down on his rigid spear, the other hand gave her gentle, almost loving licks with the whip. It was all laced with the blood and sweat that covered her body and the slickness of her skin made it still easier to hit her.
He rammed into her as hard as he could, occasionally lifting his lips to her raw tits and taking a nipple into his mouth. He sucked her fiercely as he continued to beat her. The blood dripped in tiny rivulets from her body onto his, leaving his black leather costume wet and sticky with her blood.
As his angry mouth chewed her nipples, he was sure that her heard her moan and sigh with pleasure.
Suddenly, he was filled with the desire to hear her voice, throatily and hoarse, whispering things to him as he beat her. Pulling himself up, he quickly unfastened the hard, plastic gag from her mouth.
For a moment, Valerie didn't say anything, she just moved her aching jaw up and down a few times to see if it still worked. He pressed his head to her ear and said very distinctly, "Tell me that you love it, slave-whore! Tell your master that you love it when he beats you! You love it when he fucks you and you love to feel his prick deep in your filthy cunt! Go on, tell him!"
Valerie tried to speak for a minute, but no sound came out of her mouth. Then her voice, weak and feeble returned to her. "I love it when you beat me, Master! I love to feel your dick inside of me! I love the pain, love it, love it, love it!" she whispered and drove her body down on his cock with renewed force.
Dropping the whip, he grabbed her with both hands. He used one to keep shoving her ass down on his throbbing member, while the other he used to push the dildo up her, harder and harder. He felt her shuddering and quivering and knew that her submission was complete. She no longer knew, or cared about the pain, or the humiliation. She was completely his now, locked in the magic spell he had cast over her.
Harder and harder he thrust, until he feared that the table might give and drop him to the floor. He still shoved the dildo in and out and he was sure that the tip of his prick could feel the hard plastic tip through the thin walls of her womb.
Leaving the dildo for a moment, his hands moved up to grasp the long, soft hair that streamed out from the leather mask. He pulled it hard, trying to draw her closer and closer.
He felt it tear and break in his hands, leaving its silvery blond threads all over tern, glistening like fire flies.
Valerie was throbbing with pleasure. All of the hurt had vanished, or been transformed into some incredible experience that was beyond pain, beyond pleasure. Her mind could not even attempt to define it and she was consumed by her fiery, aching cunt, that sought to draw the rigid pole deeper and deeper into her.
"Oh God, oh God oh God!" she whispered, feeling the powerful tingling in her cunt burst into flame. "I'm coming, Master, coming coming, coming COMING!" and she shuddered violently, her hoarse breathing pierced by her animal like yelps of pleasure.
Feeling the slick pussy contracting around him brought his orgasm out and Burt dug his nails into her ass as he shot his come deep into her womb, his mouth adding a new wound to her already battered body.
Limp and trembling, they remained entwined. The cock was still in Valerie's ass and Burt knew that it would be an error on his part to take it out now. Slowly, he disengaged himself from her and started peeling off the hot, leather garments.
"Aren't you going to release me, Master?" she asked softly. Burt whirled around and with his nearest whip, hit her smartly across the ass. Pressing close to her so that she could hear the full force of his angry invective, he shouted, "Bitch! That is for your master to decide! You have no will, no choice, only to submit! Now, to punish you for your snotty insolence, I will be forced to leave you here for a while!"
He removed the table and bound her feet once again to the cruel spiggets. Leaving the dildo up her painfully raw ass, he inserted another one into her cunt.
He put on the binding gag again and fastened in a pair of biting, cruel nipple clamps, that pierced and tore at her most sensitive parts.
Then, after he had cooled off and dressed, he left the room, careful to put a padlock on the door and pocket the key. He went outside into the hot, summer evening. Walking around the corner, he stopped into a coffee shop and ordered some dinner. The mere thought of Valerie, bound, gagged and stuffed both in her ass and cunt, made him hot all over again and he felt his dick rise as he began to eat dinner.
Glancing at his watch, he noted the time. He decided to walk over to Third Avenue and catch a movie. That would be a good two hours. He finished his meal, got up and paid and walked out the door. Slowly, he strolled along. 'I'm in no hurry,' he thought, 'no hurry at all.'
Blair was getting nervous. He had gone home from work and eaten dinner with his family. After the meal, when they where watching television in the living room, he slipped into his bedroom to give Valerie a call. Five, six, eight rings and no answer. Even if she had been sleeping, she would have woken up by now. The phone, he knew, was right next to her bed.
He called the office, but it was empty. He began to worry. Where could she be? What if something had happened to her? There was a nigh watchman in the building. If he couldn't get in touch with Val by nine, he would call.
Burt was enjoying himself very much. How often did he get to act out his fantasies with a hot chick like Valerie? He had played this game before, but only with prostitutes, who were less than passionate. And they rarely let him beat them as much as he liked. His cock grew rigid just thinking of her tied up in the cellar, completely at his mercy. The movie ended and he got up, anxious to get back to her.