did. I always wondered if the welts on the asses of those girls on the porn sites were real. Now we’re going to find out.”
The first stroke landed like fire across both cheeks, made all the more painful by her position. No warm up, no warning, just the flash of pain and the scream pulled from her lips. She felt his fingers, rough and blunt, moving in a line over the welt he’d surely raised with the cane.
“Yeah,” he said softly, wonder in his voice. “They’re real.” He stepped away and a moment later another slicing cut of the cane caught her high up on her ass, the tip making painful contact with her lower back. She screamed again, gripping the legs of the horse so tightly they cut into her palms.
He began to move all around her, striking at random, whipping her thighs and her ass in a flurry of whistling rattan. Sweat dripped along her inner arms and beaded on her upper lip as the searing pain continued. She was crying and begging him to stop, but her pleas fell on deaf ears.
Mercifully, after a while her skin began to numb beneath the constant barrage and her mind began to drift, retreating into some dark, secret place where she could wait and hide until the ordeal ended.
Eventually Jessie became aware the caning had stopped. She could feel Eric’s fingers again, moving over the abraded, burning skin on her ass and thighs. “Jesus,” he breathed. “Fuckin’ A. I did that.” He was speaking in an undertone to himself, the awe and pride evident in his voice. It was almost as if he’d forgotten she was there, or rather, that he didn’t realize she was a real person, not just some toy who existed solely for his twisted amusement.
He stayed behind her, just out of her line of vision. She could hear his breathing, which was getting faster and more labored. She felt his legs touching the side of her body and all of a sudden she realized what he was doing. His hand dropped to her ass, cupping the left cheek as he pumped his cock over her.
He began to grunt and his grip tightened on her ass. He jerked against her and she felt the warm splatter of his come on her ass and back. She closed her eyes and pressed lips together to keep from screaming, hatred rising in her throat like bile.
Eric knelt beside her and released her cuffs. She didn’t move but remained stretched out along the back of the horse, her arms dangling on each side. Pulling her upright, Eric lifted her, this time flipping her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, one hand on her lower back, the other arm wrapped around her thighs, which throbbed from the welts she knew for certain were there.
He’d left the cage open, and now he set her down beside it and pushed her shoulders until she fell into a kind of crouch at his feet. “Thank me for your punishment. Thank me for training you to be a proper slave.”
You are training me to hate your fucking guts, she thought with bitter humor, but she forced herself to say, “Thank you, sir,” praying he would go away and leave her alone at last.
“Get back in your cage, slave girl. I’m tired of playing with you.”
He didn’t have to ask twice. As the bars clanged into place and the padlock was clicked shut, she almost smiled with relief.
Those bars kept her in, but they also kept him out.
Chapter 7
Jessie lay still for a long time. She was on her stomach, her head cradled in her arms, her face to the wall. He’d left the light on, for which she was grateful. She needed to pee, but didn’t have the energy it required to use the plastic urinal.
Gingerly she reached back to touch the welts along her ass and thighs. She could feel the ridged, hot skin, which was tender to the touch. There was one welt just where her thigh met her ass that was especially sore. She felt something wet and brought her hand up to her face to see. Her finger was smeared with blood. The fucking bastard had broken the skin.
He’d pushed a bottle of water into the cage with her before
The first stroke landed like fire across both cheeks, made all the more painful by her position. No warm up, no warning, just the flash of pain and the scream pulled from her lips. She felt his fingers, rough and blunt, moving in a line over the welt he’d surely raised with the cane.
“Yeah,” he said softly, wonder in his voice. “They’re real.” He stepped away and a moment later another slicing cut of the cane caught her high up on her ass, the tip making painful contact with her lower back. She screamed again, gripping the legs of the horse so tightly they cut into her palms.
He began to move all around her, striking at random, whipping her thighs and her ass in a flurry of whistling rattan. Sweat dripped along her inner arms and beaded on her upper lip as the searing pain continued. She was crying and begging him to stop, but her pleas fell on deaf ears.
Mercifully, after a while her skin began to numb beneath the constant barrage and her mind began to drift, retreating into some dark, secret place where she could wait and hide until the ordeal ended.
Eventually Jessie became aware the caning had stopped. She could feel Eric’s fingers again, moving over the abraded, burning skin on her ass and thighs. “Jesus,” he breathed. “Fuckin’ A. I did that.” He was speaking in an undertone to himself, the awe and pride evident in his voice. It was almost as if he’d forgotten she was there, or rather, that he didn’t realize she was a real person, not just some toy who existed solely for his twisted amusement.
He stayed behind her, just out of her line of vision. She could hear his breathing, which was getting faster and more labored. She felt his legs touching the side of her body and all of a sudden she realized what he was doing. His hand dropped to her ass, cupping the left cheek as he pumped his cock over her.
He began to grunt and his grip tightened on her ass. He jerked against her and she felt the warm splatter of his come on her ass and back. She closed her eyes and pressed lips together to keep from screaming, hatred rising in her throat like bile.
Eric knelt beside her and released her cuffs. She didn’t move but remained stretched out along the back of the horse, her arms dangling on each side. Pulling her upright, Eric lifted her, this time flipping her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, one hand on her lower back, the other arm wrapped around her thighs, which throbbed from the welts she knew for certain were there.
He’d left the cage open, and now he set her down beside it and pushed her shoulders until she fell into a kind of crouch at his feet. “Thank me for your punishment. Thank me for training you to be a proper slave.”
You are training me to hate your fucking guts, she thought with bitter humor, but she forced herself to say, “Thank you, sir,” praying he would go away and leave her alone at last.
“Get back in your cage, slave girl. I’m tired of playing with you.”
He didn’t have to ask twice. As the bars clanged into place and the padlock was clicked shut, she almost smiled with relief.
Those bars kept her in, but they also kept him out.
Chapter 7
Jessie lay still for a long time. She was on her stomach, her head cradled in her arms, her face to the wall. He’d left the light on, for which she was grateful. She needed to pee, but didn’t have the energy it required to use the plastic urinal.
Gingerly she reached back to touch the welts along her ass and thighs. She could feel the ridged, hot skin, which was tender to the touch. There was one welt just where her thigh met her ass that was especially sore. She felt something wet and brought her hand up to her face to see. Her finger was smeared with blood. The fucking bastard had broken the skin.
He’d pushed a bottle of water into the cage with her before
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