When the girl was kneeling, Mike leaned forward.
“From now until the end of play, you are my slave,” Mike said. “I will order you to do things, I will force you to do things. You will obey my orders. Do you agree to this?”
“Yes, master,” Daria said, her head bent in submission.
“Before we begin, we have to know what you will accept and what is not acceptable,” Mike said. “Is there anything that you will not accept? Answer truthfully.”
“I don’t want to be hit in the face,” Daria replied, shivering. “And I don’t want to be burned.”
“I will not hit you in the face,” Mike replied. “What about anal sex?”
“I don’t like it,” Daria admitted. “But…”
“It’s humiliating?” Mike asked.
“Yes,” the girl answered, softly.
“And you like to be humiliated,” Mike said. “You like to be shown what a bad girl you are.”
“Yes,” Daria said, her face working against the tears.
“Time out,” Mike said, sitting up. “When I say that, we’re out of play and it’s time to talk. How are you feeling?”
“Strange,” Daria admitted. “Very weird. Like I’m not really here.”
“Detached?” Mike asked. “Floating? Almost like you’re not in your body?”
“Yes.”
“A normal reaction,” Mike said. “Do you like it?”
“Yes,” Daria admitted.
“Am I causing bad flashbacks?”
“No,” she said, blinking. “Strippping sort of did. But this… no.”
“Okay, we’ll continue,” Mike said. “If at any time, you have to stop, you can say ‘time out’ or ‘yellow’ or any odd word. But if you say ‘no,’ or ‘stop,’ or ‘please’ or anything else along the lines, it means ‘You’re doing great, do it harder and meaner.’ Understood?”
“Yes,” Daria said, half laughing.
It was the first time Mike had heard her so much as chuckle and he took it as a good sign.
“What are you laughing about, slave?” Mike snapped. “Drop your eyes to the floor where they belong!” He stood up and walked over to her, circling her predatorially.
“You have been a very bad girl, Daria. You defied your parents, had sex out of wedlock and admitted that you enjoyed it. You are a bad girl and you must be punished.”
“Yes, master,” Daria said softly.
Mike dipped into a bag and came out with a couple of lengths of soft rope and a cloth. He tied her hands and ankles and looped the two ropes together to hogtie her on her knees then blindfolded her with the cloth. He carefully pulled most of her long, blonde hair out from under the blindfold and then grabbed it, hard, pulling her head back and making her gasp in pain.
“You’ve been a bad girl, little bitch,” Mike rasped. “And you’re going to be punished for it.” He slipped his bathing suit off and slapped her on the face with his cock. “Say ‘I’m a bad girl.’ ”
“I’m a bad girl,” the girl sobbed.
“Whatever punishment my master gives me, I deserve,” he said, slapping her on the face again.
“Whatever punishment my master gives me, I deserve.”
“Take it in your mouth, bitch,” Mike said, shoving his dick in her mouth. “Suck it like I know you do. Suck it hard or you’ll be punished.”
He wasn’t sure if it was natural talent or the training she’d gotten since being kidnapped, but Daria truly knew how to give a blowjob. She could have sucked a golf ball through forty feet of steel hose. He felt like his dick was being hickeyed. She might be the best blower he’d ever had, which was saying something. He hadn’t planned on blowing a load in her mouth, but the blowjob was too good to pass up. When he felt himself starting to orgasm, he blew most of it in her mouth, then pulled out and pumped the rest onto her face and gorgeous tits. And she swallowed automatically after barely a choke. Damn she was good.
“Slutty little bitch,” he growled into her ear, rubbing the cum onto her face and breasts. “You’re nothing but a slut, a little bad girl. Say you’re a slut.”
“I’m a slut,” Daria whispered, shaking her head as if to try to throw off the cum.
“I’m going to show you what sort of slut you are, bitch,” Mike whispered. He grabbed her by the hair with one hand and wrapped an arm around her body, lifting her bodily and throwing her onto the bed. “Bad girls get beaten.”
“Please don’t beat me, master,” the girl whined. “I’ll be good.”
“I’ll teach you to be good,” Mike said, pulling his belt off his trousers. He untied her wrists, then retied them to the front, stretched them over her head and rolled her onto her stomach. “You’re a bad girl and you need to be spanked.”
“Please…” Daria whined. “Please don’t…”
Mike pinned her hands over her head, wrapped a leg onto her body to hold her in place and began whipping her on her gorgeous ass. He wasn’t using full strength by any stretch of the imagination, since he wasn’t sure what she could actually stand.
Daria bit into the cloth of the bedcover, whining and trying not to scream.
After a while Mike stopped and lifted her head up by her hair.
“Have you had enough, bitch?” he growled.
“Master,” Daria gasped. “Please, I’ve been very bad…”
Mike twitched an eyebrow up and forced her head back down into the bedcovers. This time, he parked higher, pinning her arms with his leg and began whipping not only her ass but her back as well, carefully keeping clear of the kidney region. He also hit harder.
She began shuddering and sweating from the pain, moaning into the bed and occasionally screaming. But if she really wanted him to stop, all she had to do was spit out the bedcover so Mike kept at it.
It was at times like this that he considered the fact that in a “scene,” the sub was actually in charge. Here he was doing all the work and she was getting exactly what she wanted without having to do anything but take the pain, which she actively enjoyed. It was an odd dichotomy and he found that he suddenly wasn’t as into it as he usually would be. Part of that was keeping one eye on the fact that the girl had been recently traumatized. He wasn’t sure if what he was doing was helping or reinforcing the trauma. But Daria, like Anastasia, seemed to be one of those girls who just soaked up pain and turned it into pure pleasure. It was almost disheartening. He really enjoyed inflicting pain and suffering; having someone absolutely and totally enjoy it was a let down.
He suddenly realized that he’d completely lost his erection. That’s what came of philosophizing in the middle of a scene.
Mike shifted again and grabbed her hair, turning her face towards his crotch.
“Lick it, bitch,” he growled. “Lick it and suck it like the little slut you are.”
She took it in her mouth and began expertly sucking it again, which got him back to a world-class erection in no time.
“You’re a little fucking slut,” Mike snarled, dipping into a bag and pulling out a condom. “You’re worth less than the price of dog turds. You’re worth nothing.” He pinned her down and spread her ass, shoving his dick into it, hard, as she moaned in pain.
“You’re a useless little slut,” Mike growled in her ear, clamping one hand over her mouth and wrapping the other around her throat. “You think I’m a nice guy, I’m not. I’m an evil, raping, bastard, just like the evil raping bastards that kidnapped you. And I like to rape my little bitches and then kill them. And that’s what I’m going to do to you, bitch. I’m going to rape you in the ass and strangle you at the same time. Nobody will care about a little bitch like you, anyway.”
He knew he had her now, since she was struggling against the bonds. But he had her pinned flat with his weight and she wasn’t getting away from either hand. He kept talking to her, threatening her and abusing her as he kept one hand clamped over her mouth and the other applying light pressure to her windpipe. He pumped hard on her gorgeous ass for a few minutes and finally came.