Chapter 4

The night was getting dark. Today I took my first step towards revenge. She became my slave. I should have calmed down, but no, I was still restless. I wanted her to beg me, cry and scream, but she did none of that. That’s what was burning me up. I was very angry at her so I got up from there. If I stayed there for a moment, I would have killed her and I did not want that. I want to torment her every now and then. I have been eagerly waiting for this moment. I wanted to enjoy her longing, I don’t want to give her such an easy death.

I rested my head on the back of the couch, taking a deep puff. There was a dim light in my luxurious and spacious play-room. In the third hour of the cold night, as much noise was in the quiet atmosphere of the city, many times more noise was spread throughout my being. The panic started to increase so much that I picked up the blue label from the table and poured it into the glass, then put the glass into my mouth and poured it into my throat. Even the harsh cold wave was unable to reduce my burning flame of inadequacy.

Suddenly, the door opened and Miss Taresa entered with a girl.

“Lord, your slave is here.” She bowed and said. I examined the girl. She was a thin girl wearing a black dress which exposed her body.

“Strip”, I ordered, and she trembled but obeyed silently.

“Secure her naked body on the pole and get out.” I ordered Taresa, my staff-head and she obeyed immediately. She knew that I didn’t like to make love with girls. I just fulfill my needs and get them over.

She did as I said and went out. I turned to face the slave, her arms and legs outstretched to anchorages in front and behind her, her belly pressed tight against the solid wooden rail she was bent over. Her neck ached, cruelly arched back by a rope tied to her long dark hair. The presence of a steel ring wedged behind her teeth and preventing her from closing her jaws forced her mouth and lips into a stretched O'.

She was naked, her body helplessly displayed, the gaping pink gash of her s'x and the dimpled entry to her anal passage exposed and shockingly vulnerable.

I walked to the closet and grabbed my Bull Flogger and my Elephant Braid Flogger. Both have a high-intensity sting but will not break her skin. I put the Elephant Braid Flogger right in front of her and carried the Bull Flogger with me behind her.

I begin swinging the Bull Flogger, and her screams are still loud enough for me to enjoy, and watch as she tries to catch her breath in between blows. I spread all thirty over her back, ass, thighs, and stomach. I watch as the red welts grow, and she is covered in welts. I always love this sight.

I allowed her to rest for two minutes before picking up the Elephant Braid Flogger and making a test whip through the air, and the sound of the flogger had her attention quickly wanting to make this a brutal point, not attempt to escape again.

Terrified, her nude-up thrust buttocks clenched furiously as she fought to escape, her frantic efforts proof of her shame and fear, muffled, breathy squeals of panic and despair leaking from her gagged jaws as she wrenched in vain at her bonds. She screams until she loses the ability to make another sound.

She was new, I guessed. I am somewhat calm down now.

I put the flogger down, opened my zipper and revealed my long, big giant d**k before her. Her eyes went big like potatoes in surprise when her eyes were on my d**k. Rubbing my rod, I smirked at her. At the same time, I pinched her n*****e hard and she trembled.

Her shrill screams were brutally cut short as I seized her by the hair and forced my rigid flesh through the steel ring in her mouth, gagging and nearly choking her. She gagged and her eyes went wide when my d**k began thrusting her throat hard. I came and she swallowed every drop of my semen. I was still not satisfied.

Helpless, the naked, weeping brunette shuddered and sobbed as I started pounding into her s*x using her as I wished to satisfy myself.

Plundered ruthlessly for twenty minutes, she swallowed and moaned and wept as I thrust again in her open mouth and shot my seed into her warm mouth.

I noticed that the straps on her wrist were the only thing holding her up as she was on the verge of passing out. I pulled up my zipper, patted her cheeks and moved towards my room.