murder, he was glad that she’d done what she did. Now he gets to have the pleasure of beating her into the type of woman that he wants. A woman whose only desire is to make sure he’s taken care of.
He places the rag on the table behind him. He grabs a leather whip and slides it through his hand. Without a word, he raises the whip and strikes her along her ribcage with it. A loud slap echoes through the room while an ear piercing scream rings out. “You can scream all you want but no one will hear you; and, even if they did, no one will help you,” he laughs a menacing laugh before erupting into a deep smokers cough.
“Why are you doing this to me?” She screams out just before sobs rack her body.
Another, unsuspecting whip hits her outer thigh. She screams out again, this time tears fall down her face at record speed. “You need to learn your role. You don’t speak unless you’re spoken to. You are to be seen but unheard, do you understand?”
Leanna nods her head. Another thrash with the whip causes her to scream before biting her lip to try to keep as quiet as possible. “I asked a fucking question, whore. Do you understand?”
“Yes, yes, I understand,” she quickly slurs out. “Please, Mark. Please don’t do this to me.”
Another lashing of the whip has her writhing in pain against the chains. Tears spill down her cheeks. Mark begins to pace the room, watching her with intent. Mark finds this torture exciting—exuberant. He’s never found himself experiencing this much enthusiasm for anything. A piece of him never wants this to end. He never wants to give up his control over her and the ‘fun’ that he’s experiencing.
He puts the whip back on the table and glares at her, elation extends from his eyes. He looks from Leanna back to the table. His synapses are firing at rapid speed. He reaches out and grabs the dull knife on the table. He places his thumb on the tip and twists it on his finger as he makes eye contact with Leanna and, slowly, walks toward her.
He takes the knife and slides it under her shirt and pulls, ripping the shirt in two. Leanna screams, startled by the action, causing Mark to back hand her with his freehand. “Don’t you dare,” he rumbles before sliding the knife between her skin and the front of her bra. Again, one swift movement and the bra parts in two.
Without touching her skin, he pushes the two cups to the side to expose her breasts. Thoughts of the cop with his hands and mouth all over those plump tits invoke rage within him. He drops the knife on the floor and makes his way back to the table.
After locating the item he was looking for, he retrieves it and quickly makes his way back to Leanna. “These,” he points toward her breasts, “these are fucking mine! You allowed someone to touch these without my fucking permission. Now…now you need to pay.”
He takes a pair of nipple clamps and places them on each one of her rosy nipples. Leanna doesn’t react as intensely as Mark had anticipating, causing his temper to go into a frenzy. He places more tension on the clamps and, before he knows it, Leanna is writhing and screaming in pain. Watching her struggle against the chains, knowing she’s feeling extreme pain from the pressure of the nipple clamp causes his dick to come to life. He can’t remember the last time his dick throbbed to be inside Leanna, but the sounds of her pain wake him inside.
“Yeah baby, keep fighting. Daddy likes that,” he says as he begins to rub himself through his dingy, faded Levi’s. “Who would’ve thunk you to be sexually attractive while in pain. Had I known this years ago, I would’ve been screwing your pretty little brains out long ago.”
As he continues to rub himself, the dungeon doors fly open. He whips his head up to see his Pa standing there. “What’s all the ruckus boy? Can’t you keep…” Earl Dickson trails
He places the rag on the table behind him. He grabs a leather whip and slides it through his hand. Without a word, he raises the whip and strikes her along her ribcage with it. A loud slap echoes through the room while an ear piercing scream rings out. “You can scream all you want but no one will hear you; and, even if they did, no one will help you,” he laughs a menacing laugh before erupting into a deep smokers cough.
“Why are you doing this to me?” She screams out just before sobs rack her body.
Another, unsuspecting whip hits her outer thigh. She screams out again, this time tears fall down her face at record speed. “You need to learn your role. You don’t speak unless you’re spoken to. You are to be seen but unheard, do you understand?”
Leanna nods her head. Another thrash with the whip causes her to scream before biting her lip to try to keep as quiet as possible. “I asked a fucking question, whore. Do you understand?”
“Yes, yes, I understand,” she quickly slurs out. “Please, Mark. Please don’t do this to me.”
Another lashing of the whip has her writhing in pain against the chains. Tears spill down her cheeks. Mark begins to pace the room, watching her with intent. Mark finds this torture exciting—exuberant. He’s never found himself experiencing this much enthusiasm for anything. A piece of him never wants this to end. He never wants to give up his control over her and the ‘fun’ that he’s experiencing.
He puts the whip back on the table and glares at her, elation extends from his eyes. He looks from Leanna back to the table. His synapses are firing at rapid speed. He reaches out and grabs the dull knife on the table. He places his thumb on the tip and twists it on his finger as he makes eye contact with Leanna and, slowly, walks toward her.
He takes the knife and slides it under her shirt and pulls, ripping the shirt in two. Leanna screams, startled by the action, causing Mark to back hand her with his freehand. “Don’t you dare,” he rumbles before sliding the knife between her skin and the front of her bra. Again, one swift movement and the bra parts in two.
Without touching her skin, he pushes the two cups to the side to expose her breasts. Thoughts of the cop with his hands and mouth all over those plump tits invoke rage within him. He drops the knife on the floor and makes his way back to the table.
After locating the item he was looking for, he retrieves it and quickly makes his way back to Leanna. “These,” he points toward her breasts, “these are fucking mine! You allowed someone to touch these without my fucking permission. Now…now you need to pay.”
He takes a pair of nipple clamps and places them on each one of her rosy nipples. Leanna doesn’t react as intensely as Mark had anticipating, causing his temper to go into a frenzy. He places more tension on the clamps and, before he knows it, Leanna is writhing and screaming in pain. Watching her struggle against the chains, knowing she’s feeling extreme pain from the pressure of the nipple clamp causes his dick to come to life. He can’t remember the last time his dick throbbed to be inside Leanna, but the sounds of her pain wake him inside.
“Yeah baby, keep fighting. Daddy likes that,” he says as he begins to rub himself through his dingy, faded Levi’s. “Who would’ve thunk you to be sexually attractive while in pain. Had I known this years ago, I would’ve been screwing your pretty little brains out long ago.”
As he continues to rub himself, the dungeon doors fly open. He whips his head up to see his Pa standing there. “What’s all the ruckus boy? Can’t you keep…” Earl Dickson trails
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