Ken had whipped her twenty times, leaving ridges of patterned welts crisscross by deep red stripes. It seemed like there wasn't an inch of flesh he hadn't beaten, and Susan wailed in pain from each biting stroke.
Suddenly the rotating arm the black dude was mounted on stopped swirling around and dropped back to a steady piston of her cunt. The cat stopped slashing into her back, ass and thighs. It was only the dildo fucking in and out of her body, and she once again felt the fluttering within her lower stomach begin to work on her.
Chairs were brought out for Ken and Doug to sit on. They sat watching the dildo fuck in and out faster and faster. They waited for the girl's first climax.
Susan dropped her head back and closed her eyes. She could feel her excitement getting stronger and stronger as the thick black dildo fucked her cunt. She could feel her pleasure rising from the effect of the dildo steadily fucking her, but it wasn't enough.
She straightened her head up, and as she opened her eyes, she saw Ken and Doug sitting there watching her. Then she knew what was missing. She needed pain. Not the overpowering pain that had been driving at her cunt, keeping her body from responding, but the whip, she needed the whip.
"Need something, cunt?" Ken smiled tip at her.
She hesitated, afraid to ask.
"Go on, speak up," Ken said.
"I-I need more!" she moaned.
"More what?"
"The whip! Please whip me! I need the pain!" she cried.
"How about on your tits?" Ken asked.
"Anywhere! I need the pain with…"
"With what?"
"I need the pain to help me – to help me reach an orgasm!" she groaned.
Ken stood up in front of Susan's jiggling body. He reached for her tit-flesh, grasping each bouncing tit and squeezing his fingers deeply into the soft flesh.
"Oooooh, yesssss!" Susan hissed as the pain shot through her tits.
Her head tossed back once again as the fingers twisted the flesh first one way then the other. "Yessssss! Oh yessssss!" she gasped, trying to press her tits harder into his twisting fingers.
"Okay, cunt, we'll put a few stripes on these tits of yours."
Ken stepped off to the side and raised the cat.
"Aaaaaiiieeeee!" Susan screamed as nine thongs of leather crossed both of her tits at once, digging into her supple flesh.
She felt her tits bounce and jerk as the thongs pulled away, leaving a trail of red stripes brightly showing against the rest of the milk-white tit-flesh.
"Aaaarrrgh! Oh, oh, oh, yessssss!" She felt her excitement rising to meet the oncoming climax building within her body.
She arched her tits outward as much as possible, waiting for the next blow. It came across her stomach just as she felt the juices let go within her cunt. She screamed as once again the pain mixed with the pleasure that had built up within her.
The whip continued slashing at her stomach, tits and legs as a second orgasm ripped through her body, and then a third and a fourth. She was exhausted from the climaxes, but they didn't stop as the whip tore at her flesh and the dildo kept up its steady fucking in and out of her cunt. A fifth, sixth and seventh climax tore through every nerve of her body.
The whipping stopped, but Susan didn't notice. She had passed into complete blackness after the ninth climax. Her head flopped back and she passed out.
Slowly the crank was turned, pulling her limp body up off the black dildo. Her fuck-juices ran down her legs, dripping onto the floor as the machine was removed from in front of her. The crank was turned again and her body was lowered until she was lying on her side, completely oblivious to everything around her. Doug took the hook out of the ring as three men shouted from the audience. They were the winners.
Susan's eyes fluttered open. She felt her head shaking back and forth as she tried to escape the terrible smell of ammonia wafting up into her nostrils.
"Ah, our little whore is awake!" Ken smiled. Susan looked up. Her arms ached. Her whole body ached. Her pussy felt like it had a burning torch inside of it. She was totally spent. She tried to stand, but her legs wouldn't hold her and she felt Ken lift her up over his shoulder and carry her back to her little hut. She knew her arms were being unbound and the harness was being taken off, but it all seemed like a dream.
The next morning Serena awakened her.
"Wake up, Susan. Come on, Susan, let's open those eyes."
As her eyes slowly focused, the pain returned to her body. It seemed like every inch of her flesh was torn by pain. Serena helped her sit up and brought her breakfast tray over to the cot.
"Owoohhh!" Susan cried out as she touched several welts on her legs.
"We'll take care of those as soon as you've had something to eat," Serena said.
Susan gulped down the food. The beating and the climaxes had really taken a toll on her body and she felt the need for nourishment. Within minutes the two eggs, two pieces of toast, bacon and coffee were gone. Serena took the tray to the desk and then sat down next to Susan.
"We have to get this body healed up for the coming weekend. You have to be ready for Mr. Arnold by Friday evening," Serena said.
"Who's Mr. Arnold?" Susan asked. "He's the one who ended up winning you last night."
"Can I ask you something, Mistress?"
"Yes."
"Do you know how many climaxes I had last night?"
"I heard you had nine, all within ten minutes. Now, let's start on these wounds." Serena went to the task of getting Susan nursed back to health.
All week long Serena bathed Susan's wounds.
She used a special ointment on Susan's pussy and enjoyed pressing the ointment up into the girl's cunt and smearing it around, feeling the heat and moistness of her cunt. Every day Serena worked on Susan, she thought about the girl's delicious mouth and how that tongue had brought her to a great climax.
Four days passed before Susan began feeling pretty good and almost all of the welts and stripes had completely vanished. When Serena came in to take care of her, it was Susan who initiated the action.
"You've been good to me, Mistress. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" She smiled devilishly at Serena.
Serena looked down at Susan. "I'm sure there is. Do you have anything special in mind?"
"Would it be an imposition if I wanted to show my gratitude by giving you the pleasure of my tongue?"
"I'm sure that would be no imposition at all, and I thank you for wanting to give me a little pleasure for taking care of you, but this is my job, so you don't have to do it unless you want to or I order you to."
Susan looked up at Serena. "I want to, Mistress."
Serena sat down on the cot and parted the front of her dress as Susan knelt down on the floor. Moving forward, she stared at the juicy cunt waiting for her tongue and knew she was going to enjoy giving Serena the best tongue fucking she had ever had. Her tongue swept in large arcs across the full pussy-Lips, bringing an immediate groan of pleasure from the woman.
Susan moved her fingers up to Serena's pussy and pulled the pussy-lips apart as her tongue lapped up and down on each smooth-skinned cunt-lip. Serena leaned back, almost lying on the bed as she enjoyed the touch of the slave's tongue on her pussy-lips.
Susan moved her tongue to the center of the woman's cunt and pressed it forward, fucking it as far into the woman's cunt-hole as she could get it. She swirled her tongue back and forth and up and down, before bringing it back out to lick up the full length of the pussy-slit, from top to bottom and back up again, until the tip of her tongue found the woman's clit peeking out from under its hood.
"Ooooh, yeeeeeaaaah!" Serena cried.
Susan flicked her tongue back and forth across the stiff cock-like clit and felt Serena press her hips forward, driving the clit harder against Susan's tongue.