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Pussy Whipped Sissy Slut
by
Rolf Palsy
Chapter 2
My new perfect mistress took a look at the time and announced we better get cracking before her friends arrived. She directed me to start walking towards the rear area of this house. As we headed for wherever we were going, she chided me concerning my behavior with the two policemen who had spent the better part of a couple of hours showing me the error of my ways and making a most favorable impression on me as well as my asshole.
"So you gobbled their cocks until those two hairy hunks couldn't get it up for you any longer. Based on what my father tells me, they claimed that you sucked better than any of the girls who they normally initiated during the summer, not to mention the tramps that live in our fair community, be they professional or amateur. I must admit that I'm rather jealous, having once been arrested by those two stalwarts for public indecency and taken to that well known spot for my introduction to society. I was fourteen at the time and just coming into full blossom. You can be sure that my father heard about it, but for once he refused to give into me when it came to disciplining his officers. This is one of the reasons that I respect and enjoy having sex wth my father; he is above most of the failings that drag men down to the level of brutes, including being a slave to his sexual needs."
"The initiation procedure is fairly standard for females, you suck until they can't give you any cum to swallow. Then you are spanked until your bottom is as red as a beet. All this time you are securely restrained by handcuffs.The final step in the ceremony is to have one of their billy clubs inserted into you to determine if you are still a virgin. Those that fail this test, and I was one of them, receive a second thrashing; this time they use their police issue belts and believe me, they do sting. I wasn't able to sit comfortably for a week afterward. Worse still, when they return you to your parent or parents, naked as the day you were born, they inform them of your virginal status. This invariably leads to further punishment in the cases where the girl has failed this critical test. However that is kept in the family and never discussed in polite society."
"Of course we "tramps" make it our business to learn all the juicy details from our fellow sinners. You would be amazed at the number of "bad" girls that develop lengthy relationships with their fathers and sometimes even their mothers as well, once the truth about their sexual maturity has been revealed. In my particular case my father had already deflowered me some time previously, and so there was no additional punishment provided, although I did make up some rather lurid tale with which to regale my fellow sinners."
She went on about my scandalous behavior with the two officers of the law, evidently they had revealed all the juicy details to their superior and more than likely their peers as well. At least I hoped so. The thought of being arrested over and over for indecent behavior as I pranced and minced about the area in my thong supported package display sack made my cock leap involuntarily. It was noticed by my new perfect mistress who promised me the fires of hell before she was finished taming me to her satisfaction. I could hardly wait for my torment at her hands to begin.
"My father insists that his men always make sure that whatever they do, it emphasizes their own personal safety. I can imagine the thought of unprotected anal intercourse with a person showing obviously gay characteristics would be most off-putting to them. Had I been faced with this situation, which come to think of it, I am, you would have gotten my baton where it would have done the most good. I guarantee that I'd have drawn blood, and plenty of it, before I was done skewering your candy asshole."
"That must have been very amusing to witness. It seems they took turns using their clubs as a wooden substitute for the hard lengths of man meat that you so desperately urged them to use. Not only did they take turns seeing who could get deeper into you, which they claim you thoroughly enjoyed, they also took the initiative and busied themselves with draining your testicles as another method of controlling your deviant behavior towards them."
All this talk had started to elevate my blood pressure and harden my cock. My hostess noted this, promising to take the starch out of it once we were comfortably ensconced in her private playroom. Then she continued tweaking me verbally, relating what she had heard from her father.
"The combination of prostate massage and manual manipulation of your rampant member induced a copious discharge after but a few minutes. They claim your ejaculation arced nearly three feet from where you stood. To be on the safe side they decided to induce a second ejaculation using the same approach. Once more you produced an impressive discharge after perhaps fifteen minutes of fairly steady stimulation. Their curiosity was now piqued and so they determined to continue sodomizing you with their batons, taking turns manipulating your sex organ which still displayed a surprisingly degree of stiffness. You produced more of the sticky white stuff and they were just preparing to continue their investigation of your capability to deliver sperm when they were received a call from the police dispatcher to investigate a complaint from a local citizen concerning a band of teenagers wo were trespassing on his property. Had this not occurred, you might have remained in that secluded area producing load after load of your bodily fluids until you either passed out from dehydration or became too limp for further stimulation."
By now we were entering a dimly lit room devoid of windows. I could make out some rather tacky and odd furniture that was arranged in haphazard fashion. Then I noticed what appeared at first glance to be some type of prayer bench, an odd thing for this room to contain. Soon I was to discover its true function much to my surprise and dismay. My hostess turned up the illumination and I realized I was occupying what appeared to be some kind of amateurish dungeon or torture chamber. I looked over at the far wall and saw the restraints and whipping implements hanging from pegs. My survey was interrupted by her voice, which now had a very hard edge to it.
"Let's get you over to that table and see what we can do about taking some of the starch out of that nasty appendage you seem to delight in waving before me. I would imagine by the time my dear friends and fellow sinners arrive, you will be sufficientlysoftened to be allowed to meet them." My hard cock twitched in anticipation of what was to occur. My cock did more than just twitch when she opened the fluffy robe to reveal her bare breasts, the nipples captured by silver spiders, and her skin tight black latex panties that screamed defiance for any male that did not immediately fall to his knees and worship that fat lipped cunt that was perfectly outlined by the material. To complete her outfit she wore thigh-high black leather boots with heels that were at least five inches. I fell to my knees in awe of her spectacularly presented body. The little smile that came and went in the blink of an eye told me volumes.
"On your feet you poor excuse for a man and approach the table." I did as she commanded. She made some adjustments to the table legs and positioned my rigid cock into a channel that had been carved out of the thick table top. At the edge of the table was some kind of metal and leather holding fixture that she attached over my cock, capturing it firmly so that I could not pull it away from the channel in which it now resided. One strap held it about an inch from the tip, the second a few inches from the root. It dawned on me that she was going to use one the items hanging from the wall to chastise my unruly penis. Part of me could hardly wait, while the more survival oriented portion of my psyche cowered in abject fear and trepidation. I watched her fantastic buttocks twitching from side to side as she strode to the wall like a panther stalking its prey and selected a length of leather shaped like a very thick whip. It had thicker bands of leather circling every few inches. She returned to where I stood, transfixed by her flawless body and that horrible tool she brandished before me.
"Ready or not here it comes!" Seconds after she cried out, she landed a vicious blow that flattened the bulbous head of my imprisoned prong. I heard the sickening sound a millisecond before my synapses transferred the terrible pain that it had created to my brain for processing. The pain was so great that my full cry of agony came out as a strangled, sobbing gasp and tears ran down my cheeks as I shivered and tried to stop the involuntary twitching that was running through my body like an electric current. Part of me realized that the men who had caned me this morning had certainly refrained from attempting to cripple my manhood. I could not say the same for this gorgeous hellion who was drawing her arm back for a second blow that smashed into the middle of my rapidly swelling cock.
This time the shock wave was different, originating at the point of impact and running quickly to my scrotum which shrunk, raising my testicles out of harm's way, so to speak. Then the freight train of pain rumbled up to momentarily cut off my ability to breathe, enough to make my heart almost stop, before moving to my jaw of all places, paralyzing my ability to even groan. I tried to swallow and failed, my throat seeming to have joined those other portions of my body that had ceased to function properly for perhaps five to ten seconds, an eternity to this poor victim of my new perfect mistress' wrath.
I was so focused on the pain that I didn't realize a third blow was about to fall. It exploded between the first pair of hits and for a moment I thought I was going to vomit. I fought to prevent things from getting worse, I could imagine how angry she'd be if I threw up all over the shiny floor and the table upon which my numbed tool lay, swelling even more as the flesh reacted to the brutal blow she'd just delivered. The pain had lessened somewhat, perhaps I was becoming accustomed to the results of the leather club as it was once more brought down on my cock, which was now beginning to turn an ugly shade of purple from the number of blood vessels just below the skin that had been ruptured by each blow.
"My goodness, that big thing of yours seems to have gotten even bigger. I wonder if it's still hard; we'll have to check it out and see, won't we?" The gorgeous teen loosened the leather straps to allow my badly beaten cock to be checked out for stiffness. She had me take a step back from the table, causing my purplish prong to slip from the edge. It now hung nearly perpendicular to my body, the swollen head dangling straight down. She clapped her hands gleefully at the tight of my limp cock.
"Let me give it a few tests to make sure it doesn't require an additional treatment." Her hand closed around the top of my limp length of bruised and battered flesh, and began to slowly massage it. At first the pain of her grip overwhelmed any pleasure that I normally would derived from such a manipulation of my favorite toy. She cooed contentedly as her hand continued to gently rub the tip against the crotch of her latex bikini panties. To my dismay I felt the first surge of blood returning to my swollen cock, so did she. I was doomed.
"It feels as if that naughty thing is still not properly cowed. Another session is needed, and quickly, since my friends will be arriving very shortly. God help you if you're still rampant when they see you. It will go extremely badly for you in that case. I can shut my eyes and see my dear friend, Monica, beating your scrotum with her riding crop after Bonnie, our resident manhater, gets done squashing those gonads of yours in her powerful hands. All the while Matilda, Mistress Matilda to you, will be cutting your bottom to shreds with her custom-made multi-stranded whip with the metal tips, before she switches to one of the canes stored here for her personal use." I closed my eyes and enjoyed the fantasy, imagining how each would look and be dressed. I groaned inwardly when I realized that my battered cock was rising up from its dormant state, evoking a sharp intake of breath from my new perfect mistress, whose name I did not even know.
Once more I was positioned, my cock held firmly within the web of leather straps. Although it was sore and throbbing, part of me was excitedly waiting to experience another wave of pain as my teen mistress prepared to discipline my cock further. Before she began raining blow after blow down on my vulnerable prong, she frowned and warned me that she intended to beat my fractious appendage without letup until her friends arrived. I took a deep breath and prepared for the worse. She did not disappoint me.
The first one was by far the most powerful she had dealt, and it made the hair on the back of my neck stiffen as the pain lanced through my body. I could not gain breath until two more blows had fallen on my still defiant sex organ. The pain was steady now since my entire length of swollen man meat was fully involved. My cock was a single mass of twitching, throbbing agony. The sound of the club cutting through the air was frightening, the leather drubbing my blue-black cock again and again until I thought that I would faint from the continuous stimulation of my pain receptors. I could see little lightning flashes when I closed my eyes after a particularly vicious hit and tried to will myself through the wave of intense pain and pressure that ensued. I lost track of the number of times she had slammed that terrible weapon onto my aching member.
I found myself praying that her friends would arrive, to end my suffering. Then another part of me would remember what my new perfect mistress had warned was in store for me if I was still unrepentent. I was between a rock and a hard place. Suddenly the door bell rang and my beating was stopped for a moment. When the bell ran a second time, she delivered a blow to the head of my cock that made me scream in sheer, pure agony and loose control of my bladder and bowels. She stepped back from the mess I was making and snarled, "You will pay dearly for that faux pas before we are done with you this day."
( To be continued )
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