She had the feeling she was going to be screaming for a very long time.
CHAPTER TWO
Lisa was too shocked to struggle as Larry pulled her sexy, naked body from the bed and dragged her across the lushly carpeted floor of the bedroom. The biting steel of the wrist shackles cut painfully into her tender flesh as he pulled her along the floor. By the time Larry opened the door to the guest bedroom and pulled her inside, Lisa was crying and trembling from the biting agony. She cried out in fear as well as pain when she saw the inside of the guest bedroom for the first time.
Larry's closet had been a maze of whips and chains and leather outfits. The guest bedroom looked like something out of a medieval torture chamber. There was a rack, an iron maiden and other devices of torture the terrified young woman couldn't recognize. There were also vices and sharpened pins and pinchers and razors.
"This isn't funny, Larry!" Lisa cried painfully, her voice shaking. "You're not scaring me – you're just making me mad."
"I'm making you hot," Larry answered simply, dropping his young wife onto the floor, then grabbing her by her ankles before she could move a muscle. "We've done things your way from the start. Now it's time to do things my way for a while."
Larry jerked Lisa's legs into the air, and the girl yelped and squirmed as her body arched up off the floor. The floor in the guest room was hard cement, not soft carpet, and the cold stone scratched and bruised her back. When she felt the clamp of steel cuffs around her ankles, she screeched with fear.
"No, Larry!" She stared up at her handsome husband with a pleading expression. "Please stop. You don't need to wear a rubber. You can fuck me any way you want to. But stop this. Honey, you don't want to be late for the party."
"I'm having my fucking party right now," Larry growled back, locking the cuffs tightly around his beautiful wife's ankles. "Now you shut your fucking mouth, or after I'm finished with you I'm going to toss your cock-teasing carcass out the fucking back door into the garbage. Then you can see how much fancy shit you can tease out of the fucking trash men."
Lisa shivered with fear. She clamped her mouth tightly shut, her pouting lips trembling with the wash of emotions she was feeling.
"Oh shit!" she cried out just a moment later, the wail caused by the sudden pain that tore into her ankles and shot up her long, shapely legs. "Larry, this hurts so bad! Honey, you don't know what you're doing to me!"
"I know exactly what I'm doing," Larry replied, in a voice that chilled Lisa's heart. "Don't worry, sweetheart, I'm going to make you forget all about your little ankles."
Lisa's teeth chattered and her silky skin rose in goose flesh at the threat in her husband's words. Her fear didn't stop the pain that was flowering through her squirming lower body.
Larry had stepped back from her, and he was turning a crank that was set into the wall by the bathroom door. With every turn of the crank, Lisa's feet were pulled higher into the air.
The metal cuffs cut deeply into her tanned, tender skin. After three turns of the crank, only Lisa's shoulders and head rested on the floor, and the rest of her weight was hanging on her sleek, golden legs. Another two turns and she left the ground entirely, her silky blonde hair trailing over the concrete floor and her tits dangling toward her face.
Lisa squirmed and twisted desperately, but that only made the metal cuffs cut even more deeply into her ankles. Her tits ached horribly from hanging upside down and she clasped her shackled hands over them to relieve the pain. A moment later another idea struck her, and she released her tits to brace her hands against the floor. Three more turns of the crank, though, and she was too far above the floor for her arms to reach.
"Oh, Larry! Oh, please!" Lisa couldn't believe what was happening. It was as though she had been plunged into some dreadful nightmare. "I can't stand this! It hurts so bad!"
"You're not hurting yet," Larry said.
He dropped one of the whips he had collected from his bedroom closet. The one he still held resembled an old-fashioned broom, its end punctuated by a couple dozen long, stiff stalks of wood. He walked toward Lisa with it, and the girl quivered in terror. She had never been spanked before, not even as a child. She had never been able to stand even the slightest pain.
"You're about to find out what hurting is all about," Larry promised, slashing the strange whip through the air. The long bristles made a whistling sound. "I'm going to turn that perfect little ass so red that you'll think somebody fucking painted it that way."
Lisa cringed, wanting to plead for mercy but knowing that Larry would grant her none. Instead she waited, her svelte body tensed until her muscles stood out like steel cords under her velvety skin. She swayed slightly back and forth at the end of her chains, and she felt a flash of hatred at how helpless Larry had made her.
"Nooooooooo!" Lisa's eyes widened with shock at the first cruel lash of the whip. "Larry, please, please, no!"
The young blonde had never felt anything the equal of the agony that flared through her body at the first slash of the whip against her tender ass cheeks. Each of the long bristles struck her sensitive flesh a different blow. Each one left a long, red stripe against her silky bronzed ass cheeks. It was as though she had been hit twenty-five times, not just once. Each of the blows felt more like knife slashes that had laid her sexy little ass wide open.
"There's nothing as sexy as a tanned ass getting whipped red," Larry whispered, drawing back the whip for another lash. "I'm hard as a rock already, you sexy little prick-tease. I feel like I'm twenty years old."
"Fuck me, Larry!" Lisa pleaded desperately, her lithe young body twisting and bucking at the end of her leashes of steel. "Fuck me any way you want, honey. I love your cock so much. You can even fuck my mouth if you want to."
Lisa's pleas were cut off sharply when Larry lashed the whip back across her perfect ass cheeks. Her words ended in an inarticulate scream, and a long trail of drool slipped from the corner of her sexy mouth. Larry aimed his third blow across the even more tender flesh of Lisa's upper thighs. The fourth lash of the whip caught the struggling beauty across the small of her back. By the time Larry laid his fifth blow against Lisa's flat stomach, she was going, out of her mind with agony.
"Take it, you sexy little ball-buster!" Larry hissed, slashing the whip all over Lisa's naked body. "Take your whipping like the bad little bitch you are!"
The whip fell everywhere, the bristles scoring the most intimate and tender places on Lisa's body. Her perfectly rounded ass cheeks burned a fiery red. Her long, lean legs were striped in angry crimson. Her trembling belly was branded with the reddened welts of the whips caress. Her long, flawless back was scored with hundreds of the tiny red lines of pain. Even her slender arms and full tits had not been entirely spared of the savage flogging. Finally, Larry laid three quick lashes of the whip across the soles of her chained feet, and the pain-maddened girl thought she was going to lose her mind.
Larry whipped the sexy little blonde until his arm ached with fatigue, unable to believe how enticing she looked with her creamy bronze skin striped in angry scarlet. Her lean, limber body jerked and twisted, squirming in a sinuous display of agony. Sweat glistened in sparkling beads on her silky, tanned skin.
Watching his beautiful blonde wife in chains, writhing and thrashing in agony, was driving Larry to the brink of another orgasm. His cock bobbed out almost a foot in front of him, hard as steel and stiff as a flagpole.