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Sorority Girls B&D Story #4
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
The Sorrority - Chapter 4
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Karen woke up before KA3. One finger was still deep inside of her from
the prior nights activities; she must have passed out during one of her
orgasms. She didn't do that very often, only when they were very intense.
Her cream had soaked into the sheets, and was still wet. She would have her
slave wash them later. She began to remove her finger from the hole that
had given her pleasure upon pleasure the night before. It hurt, because
her cream had dried to a crusty froth, effectively glueing her finger inside
of her. Pulling it out would hurt too much, she thought. She instead moved
her finger to one side of her pussy, and stifled a groan as she felt the inner
linings of the other side peel away. She then repeated it with the other side.
She wondered how many other girls had done this very same act. She then
quickly yanked her finger away from her crotch, which sent another slither
of pain up her spine.
She got up from the bed, and looked at KA3. He was still asleep, curled
up in a fetal position. The restraints she had put on him allowed enough
movement for this. He shivering all over and was obviously very sick,
perhaps in need of medical assistance. She walked over to him, still bound,
and gave him a hard kick in the ribs. She didn't kick hard enough to break
one, however. Maybe next time.. "Wake up, slave."
"<EEEE EEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEE>". The gag was still in his mouth. Karen
had forgotten all about that. "Don't speak, slave, and keep your eyes
downcast." He managed to avert his eyes, but continued to howl in pain.
"Be silent, slave, or it will go hard on you." Karen said. She looked
down at Jack's trembling figure. He managed to stifle his screams, but was
obviously still going through great agony. She removed the gag from his
mouth. "Now, quickly, on your hands and knees. Spread your legs far
apart."
Jack knew better than to disobey his mistress. As quickly as he could,
he moved his aching joints into the position she required. His asshole felt
like it was on fire. No, it felt like a raging furnace. However, his will
was made up. He was going to let the bitch toture him until he died,
because he said he would. He was a man of his word. Regardless of the pain
and humiliation he had suffered the night before, he still held that one
last shred of dignity. He had told her he would be her slave, knowing fully
what the consequences could be. Well, he had not actually believed that his
treatment would be so severe, but he had known that the possibility existed.
It was his willpower that moved him to the position she requested. The
willpower made him spread his legs far apart, even though the burning in his
asshole grew exponentially as his cheeks parted. It was his
willpower that made him obey her. He wanted to prove to her that he was
stronger than any torment she could inflict upon him.
KA3 was sweating profusely, Karen saw. She also saw that she had not
yet broken his will. Slaves must obey through fear; not willpower. Only
then does the master have complete control. She was determined to master
this slave. She looked at his limpness, but decided to save that particular
torture for later. She walked behind KA3, so that he could not see what she
was doing. As she was walking, she saw his look of resolve turn to fear.
Jack was terrified. What new cruelties would his mistress inflict upon
him? If he looked around to see what she was doing, he knew it would surely
go worse. He resolved not to, and his resolve turned to fear. What made it
worse was the fact that he knew she had seen the fear in him, goddammit.
Building up new courage, he prepared for the next torture. What was she
going to do, pour acid into his asshole this time, he laughed to himself.
The fucking bitch. Bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch. He kept
saying this to himself over and over again. When, finally, the asshole
treatment he had expected did come, it was not what he expected.
He felt a cool ointment being applied to his asshole. When Karen stuck
her finger inside of his asshole to get the inner linings of his anus with
the ointment, it hurt, but quickly extinguished the flames burning there,
also. She then rubbed the ointment on his tortured ball, also. The
soothing relief caused him to purr. In fact, with her fingers touching
these sensitive areas of him, without pain, he began to get excited. Only a
little, but he knew that the excitement was there. His untortured member
happily began to show Karen that it appreciated her soothing efforts.
Karen stopped rubbing KA3, after she saw that he was beginning to get
excited. She returned the ointment to her cabinet, and locked the cabinet
back up. She returned and stood in front of her slave. At once, the slave
started attacking her toes with sloppy, wet kisses.
Jack didn't know what had come over him. As soon as his mistress stood in
front of him, he immediately began kissing her feet in gratitude. She had
shown him kindness. He thought briefly, of how to expoit this kindness.
For now, however, he simply wanted to show his gratitude. He began kissing
her feet. He didn't know why, but this turned him on in a way. He didn't
give her little pecks, he gave her feet wet, passionate kisses.
"You may speak, slave."
"Your slave merely wishes to show his gratitude fr your kindness,
mistress."
"Oh? That was not kindness."
"Your slave doesn't understand, mistress."
Karen then looked at KA3 with a cold, intense glare. "I do not want you
to die yet."
YET?! "What do you mean yet? When do you plan on killing me?"
"You forgot to say mistress. That earns you one beating."
"Please mistress, I beg your forgiveness." Jack got immediately fearful,
and showed no evidence of trying to hide this fact.
"There is no forgiveness, KA3. You will need to learn this. The lesson
will be painful, but in time, you will learn, or else you _will_ die."
Jack knew that Karen was an expert administrator of pain, knew that she
meant only to hurt him. His body began to tremble, and he blurted out,
"Mistress, it was an honest mistake. Please mistress, just this once,
forgive me?"
"That earns you another beating, slave. When I say something, it is
final. There is no negotiation between between a mistress and her slave.
Once you ask a question, do not ask it again."
Jack now saw what she was doing. She was breaking every part of him. He
found himself thinking about how much fun it would be to break her little
neck. Before, it was willpower that held him back. Now, it was fear. He
thought about how ironic the situation was. Here he was, 160 pounds of
mostly muscle. And he was terrified of a half-naked woman, too terrified
to defend himself. He hated her. But, he wanted her to be happy, so that
she wouldn't hurt him anymore.
"Mistress?"
"Yes, slave."
"Mistress, my.. my brands, do they really look good on me?" Jack
couldn't believe he had asked this question. Maybe if they excited her, she
wouldn't beat him. In a way, they excited him, too. He tried to imagine
what they lookeded like. He knew what they felt like; they itched like
hell. But, if his mistress liked them, maybe she wouldn't beat him. He
wanted her to like them. Anything but another hot fucking firepoker up his
ass.
"Slave, they look wonderful. In fact, they look so good, I'm not going
to beat you there. Roll onto your back, and turn your head torward the
bed."
He did as told, and caught a glimps of her naked body as he did so. Her
soft, blonde tufts of pubic hair, and small, round breasts began to excite
him. He thought he even saw her lips, but wasn't sure, everything had
happened so quickly. Ashamed, he felt his manhood growing, in plain view of
his mistress.
"Turn your head to face me, slave." Jack complied. He couldn't believe
what he was seeing. She held in her hand a whip, with five thick strands.
"This is the whip you will be punished with. You will be given 20 strokes
accross the abdomen and chest. Since your offenses were first time, minor
offenses, I have elected not to use the one with shards of glass in it. Do
you understand?"
Jack gulped. his erection getting so small, it seemed as if it were
trying to push itself back into his scrotum. "Yes, m-mistress," he said, a
tremor of fear escaping his voice.
"Turn your head to face the bed again. Count the strokes, and say
'please mistress, I beg you to whip me again.'"
Almost before Jack had his head turned, the beating began. SWISH-CRACK.
Split-second, PAIN. Jack had never been whipped before. IT HURT. He could
feel the five red welts spreading their pain through his stomach. Through
clenched teeth, "Please, mistress, I beg you to whip me again."
"You forgot to count, slave. We'll have to start over again."
Damn, Jack thought. He'd have to learn to follow her instructions more
closely. SWISH-CRACK. MORE PAIN. "One. Please, mistress, I beg you to
whip me again."
SWISH-CRACK! SWISH-CRACK! SWISH-CRACK!
With every stroke, his body would tense and convulse. Sometimes, the
blades of the whip would fall accross his nipples. He had never known how
sensitive they could be.
Each stroke seemed to hurt worse than the last. She would sometimes wait
for up to a minute before delivering it. Always, she seemed to strike when
Jack was least prepared. Sometimes, he would say the words through clenched
teeth, sometimes in a scream.
"19. Please mistress, I beg you to whip me again." Now, all the words
he said were spoken hoarsely. SWISH-CRACK. "20. Please mistress, I beg
you wo whip me again."
"I tire of beating you, slave. Do not move, I will return shortly."
Karen donned a white gown and left the room. She was careful to lock the
door, which appeared to have locks on both sides, after her.
Jack didn't move, he was perfectly content to lie there. Lie there until
the pain went away, the pain he feared would never end. When she returned,
she was carrying a small plate of food, along with two glasses of water.
She sat on the edge of her bed and began eating. There were two slices of
bread and some kind of meat on the plate. "You may assume any comfortable
position, slave, but keep your hands behind your back, and your eyes
downcast. She spoke this through mouths of food.
The aroma of the meat hit Jacks nostrils worse than the whip had hit his
stomach. He was ravenous, and wasn't at all sure she was going to feed him.
"It's all up to her," Jack thought. He couldn't even feed himself.
"Lift your head, slave." Jack complied. She held the other glass of
water to his mouth, tipped upwards. At once, his mouth filled with the cold
water. It hurt his parched throat at first, but he continued swallowing. A
little water spilled down his chin, which Karen wiped away with the side of
her robe. She then fed him half of a piece of bread, stuffing the whole
thing in his mouth, almost choking him on it. Eventually, he was able to
swallow it. Karen had already finished the rest of the food.
"Are you still hungry, slave?"
"I am very hungry mistress."
"How hungry?" she smiled, although Jack couldn't see it.
"Hungry enough to eat anything, Mistress." Jack said truthfully.
"Good. Eat me." She then opened her robe and sat in front of Jack,
showing him her delicate pussy fully for the first time.
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