"Unnnnnggggghhhhh! Ummmmmm!" he panted, a lewd smile forming on his handsome features. "That's a real good start, Doris. Now, I'll be good and ready to fuck your pussy whenever I get the urge. But, you see, darling. Congressman Barth and I have this little Mexican hideaway so that we can indulge ourselves in other, more… well, perhaps I should call it more exotic sexual escapades. You understand me, don't you?"
"No!" Doris answered. Doris didn't have the slightest idea what the man was referring to when he spoke of exotic sexual escapades. "What do you mean? What are you talking about?" she asked as she stroked his cock. His prick was really hard, now. His cock stood upright, sticking out and only inches from her face. The thick veins on his prick were filled with rich blood. His balls were beginning to tighten up, constricting as jism began to stir around inside of his ball-sac.
"You'll learn," the man said matter-of-factly. "You'll learn soon enough." He moved back a step, jerking the leash in his hand, pulling her forward. "Over here!"
He dragged her across the floor, scraping her knees, until they reached the corner. Shoving his knee into her back, he knocked her onto the floor. He gripped one of her asscheeks and pried her asshole apart. She screamed. Then, she felt a thick, plastic object burrowing into her puckered asshole.
"Try this ass-plug on for size!" Senator Hamilton snorted. "I'm sure you'll get a kick out of it." He laughed sarcastically as he pulled a leather strap tightly around her waist and buckled it in the back. The leather strap held the butt-plug in place, deep in her steaming, aching asshole.
"Aaaaeeeeeee!" she screamed in agony as she felt the thick, plastic ass-plug rubbing across the walls of her asshole. The pain was excruciating. Her asshole was being brutally violated by an instrument of torture – an ass-plug! Doris had never dreamed that such evil and depraved devices existed. But, the horrible pain which coursed through her asshole was proof! She jerked her hips back and forth, but there was no way to shake out the butt-plug. The belt was pulled tight and buckled, making it impossible for her to escape.
Senator Hamilton looked at the suffering young girl, an evil grin pasted on his handsome face. "You like having that butt-plug stuffed up your asshole, don't you?" he taunted.
"No!" she exclaimed, her face wet with tears. "I… I hate it. Please, take this thing out of my asshole!"
Hamilton wasn't about to listen to her. Not now! It was obvious that he was getting off on her discomfort and agony. His cock was throbbing, lurching forward.
"Now, you're beginning to understand what I was talking about when I mentioned my exotic sexual preferences. You see, darling girl, both Congressman Barth and I enjoy torturing young girls like you. We get our kicks that way!"
His face was a mask of lust and decadence. He smirked at the girl, savoring the pain that she felt as the butt-plug slid deep into her asshole. Doris soon discovered that whenever she moved, the butt-plug moved, too – ripping into her tender and tortured asshole!
"Please, take this awful thing out of my asshole," she begged. "It… it hurts so bad. Everytime I move, it hurts even more."
Doris could tell that the Senator wasn't in any mood for pity. In fact, she soon realized that the man enjoyed watching her suffer.
The Senator laughed sadistically and walked over to the wall. Doris watched carefully and winced as she saw that the wall of the room was lined with a vast assortment of whips and paddles. This room was especially, designed as a torture chamber! From the looks of the place, there was no telling what the evil Senator Hamilton might do to her.
The man chose a long, thin birch cane. Stepping forward, he took a deep breath and brought, the birch cane down, slashing across her taut tits. Her nipples became hard and pointed. She let out a low, painful moan and twisted her body, trying to evade the slashing cane. She rolled over, but Hamilton caught her asscheeks with a swift, thrashing stroke, ripping into her taut ass-flesh. She writhed about in pain, yelping piteously.
"Owwwwwww! Aaaaaiiieeeee!" she shrieked as she rolled about on the floor.
She was almost out of the man's range, but he stepped down on the end of the leash. The leather tightened and Doris' neck was snapped back. She felt a sharp pain. Her bones cracked loudly as she was yanked to a stop.
"Aaaaaghhhhh! Owwwwwww!" she screamed, unable to keep quiet as the birch cane ripped across her nipples, causing her tits to turn crimson and throb with pain. She tried to turn away, but the leather collar was attached to the hash which the man held firmly in his fist.
"I love it! I love to see young girls wriggle and writhe about when I whip them!" Hamilton exclaimed enthusiastically. "This is great! This is the most fun I've had in years!" He rained blows down on the writhing young beauty, slashing each of her tits with the birch cane, causing her intense pain.
Her tears flowed freely down her face as she tried to evade the blows of the slashing, birch whip. There was no escaping the wicked blows which flicked brutally across her tender, aching nipples. She jerked backward on her ass to avoid the cane, but what happened was worse than getting whipped across her the. The butt-plug came into contact with the floor and rammed even deeper into her ravaged asshole.
"Aaaaaiieeee!" she yelped. She had never felt such horrible agony. Her asshole was plugged full. She moaned as the agonizing pain in her asshole was superseded by a slashing blow from the birch whip that landed a direct hit on her nipples, sending her into a frenzy of aching torment.
"Now, I'm ready to fuck you, you little cunt." Senator Hamilton snarled, his eyes wide with anxious anticipation. "I'm going to rape your young pussy, bitch! Look at my cock! It's nice and hard and ready to fuck your cunt! Look at it!"
The Senator looked deranged. The very sight of the man scared Doris half to death. His forehead was lined with droplets of sweat. Nothing could stop him now. He was eager to fuck her, to rape her cunt, to make her scream and writhe about beneath his powerful cock-thrusts. She could tell by the look of lust on his face that he was planning to rape her brutally. His prick throbbed mightily, growing bigger and bigger as he moved forward.
"I'm ready, bitch! I'm going to fuck your little pussy!"
She shook her head, twisting over on her side to relieve the pressure from the butt-plug that impaled her raw asshole. The last thing that she wanted was to be raped by Senator Hamilton. Only a few minutes before, the man's cock had been soft and flaccid. But now his prick was standing up proudly, pulsing with hot blood!
He bent down on his knees beside her and leaned over, placing his mouth on her tit. Without warning, he opened his mouth, bared his teeth and bit down on her nipple.
"Owwwwwww!" she yelped as pain shot through her.
The Senator lifted one leg and placed it between her ripe, creamy thighs. With his knee, he pried her thighs apart, exposing her tight cunt.
"Now I've got you right where I want you, bitch!" he snorted, reaching out and slipping his hand between her quivering legs. He ran his hands up her thighs until his palm tested on her pussy-mound. His fingers ran through her soft, blonde cunt-hairs. Then, he ran his thumb across her partially hidden clit.
"Yeah, you're going to like this, you little cunt." His thumb rubbed into her cunt-lips, which instantly became wet and slick with pussy-juice.
"Ohhhhhh! Don't… don't touch me there," Doris complained, breathlessly. Her cunt was instinctively responding to the man's tingling manual caress. She hadn't expected this to happen. She despised the nasty Senator, and the last thing in the world she wanted to do was get turned on by his lewd finger-fucking.