Henry's Punishment Ch. 02

Finally, I let the whip drop to the floor, bending down to pick up the strap-on, and pulling her off the chair by the arm. She could barely straighten up, her breathing shallow in contrast to my heavy gasps of excitement. I pulled her behind me towards the bed, she staggered, not able to walk properly, half walking, half being dragged, moaning loudly. I pushed her onto the bed and quickly locked the handcuffs, which have been a constant accessory on her right wrist. I pushed my knee into the right arse cheek, making her climb onto the bed, climbing onto it with her and handcuffing the other hand. She grabbed the steel railing of the bed, kneeling, facing the mirror. I got off the bed and stepped into the strap-on, pulling it up like a pair of knickers, fastening it on the hip. The dildo on it was huge, 12 inches to be exact, thicker than either of our wrists. It was too heavy to stand up, it just sort of hung down. The straps that slid over my pussy lips were connected with another little strap that covered my clitty. This strap-on was my favorite when I felt in the mood for some cheap thrill. Not just for painful fucking of the customer, but for my pleasure as well.

I could just see Henry wildly pushing one of the dildos deep inside Tania’s arse, excited in anticipation of what his wife is about to endure. I walked over to the foot of the bed and stood in front of the little woman, who looked at me with utter horror.

“Suck it,” I said, adding: “Cunt!”

I grabbed under her chin and pried her mouth open with my fingers. I could see that the side of the eye where my slap had missed the cheek was turning deep purple. That was going to be one hell of a shiner tomorrow.

She opened her mouth as if at the dentist’s, reluctantly and I shoved the dildo in as far as I could, gagging her, her entire body convulsing from the intrusion. I pulled it out slightly and pushed it back in.

“I said, suck it!” I yelled. She whimpered and looked at me, clasping her lips onto it, trying desperately to show me that she was very willing to do as she was told. Tears were streaming down her face, some due to the stinging pain that her arse was in, some because of the strain that she put into sucking the huge intruder in her mouth. Still holding onto the dildo with one hand, I let go of her chin and ran my fingers through her hair, now damp with sweat.

“That’s a good girl,” I said and her face cringed. She tried to take in as much as was humanly possible, gagging and convulsing, eyes shutting tight and lips spreading in an O with each spasm, and then quickly clamping down again in fear of not doing it right.

I didn’t want to deal with vomit today, so finally I pulled the dildo out of her mouth and half squatted, kissing her lips softly. Then I stood back up and grabbing firm hold of her hair, I slapped her hard across the cheek and then across the other one with the back of my hand. She gasped and shut her eyes tightly, I slapped her again and again, as if venting frustration that has welled up in me over the last few months. I hated to slap this gorgeous face, turning it into a swollen mess of tears and snot right in front of my eyes. She held onto the steel railing with her knuckles again bone white with effort.

I started pacing slowly, back and forth in front of her, stroking the dildo, looking into her eyes that were glued to the big monstrosity that was just about to enter her again, this time not into her mouth. With deliberate, heel clicking long steps I walked over to the mirror, stood in front of it, looking at myself and running my hand through my wig, all the while stroking the dildo in front of me.

The anticipation of what was to come could be even worse than the actual act itself, I remembered and I wanted to prolong her suffering as well as his for as long as I could. Finally, I blew a kiss at the mirror, turned around and walked back to the bed and climbed onto it, kneeling behind whimpering mess of swollen flesh and broken skin. I slipped my fingers between her legs and pushed them inside her pussy. It was as ready as it would ever had been, I had half a mind to believe that she somewhat enjoyed this, no matter the pain.

I positioned the dildo and then pushed in roughly, burying most of it in one clean stroke. She jumped forward and gasped, a loud AAAA escaping her, but then she stilled herself, bowing her head down. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head up, I had to have Henry see her face; the other hand grabbed her shoulder and I pushed in as hard as I could, this time managing to bury all of the 12 inches deep inside her small body. I pushed her hips up and lifted my knees off the bed, placing my boots firmly onto the bed in a half-squatting position. The bed was too soft to be standing on with high heels, but this was the only position I could pleasure myself in with the strap-on. Besides, it would plunge deeper inside her pussy than if I was just kneeling behind her. Without slow intro, I started pounding in and out of her pussy, pulling almost all the way out and then slamming it all back in; hard and brutal, making the little strap on my clitty push down on it with each stroke. I was already highly aroused and it wouldn’t take long before I came. I kept pumping hard, slamming into her, sometimes without even pulling out at all. I held her head high up by the hair, squeezing her shoulder roughly, knowing that this will probably leave finger-shaped bruises as well. In the mirror, I could see her face cringed in discomfort, but at the same time, there was a trace of ecstasy with each pounding slam that I delivered.

Obviously, she was used to this, and I would bet my life it wasn’t Henry’s little pecker that performed. For a moment, frustration of her not crying or even making a noise flushed over me and I sped up the pounding; slamming in hard, then pulling almost completely out, only to brutally slam back in again. My pussy throbbed and my clitty began tingling, a sign that my own orgasm was very close.

“You like this, cunt?” I gasped and she shook her head no, as I slammed inside her again.

“Yes, you do, I can see you do!” this time she gasped and let out a little AAA.

“You do, don’t you?” I kept pounding her tiny body, my ciltty now almost vibrating with excitement, juices flowing freely down my thighs, sweat working it’s way down my forehead and neck, slipping over my cleavage. I fucked her hard and long, brutal invasion of this beautiful woman made me almost scream in ecstasy when finally, my own little bud exploded in fluttering waves and I half fell onto her, pounding inside with each flush of orgasm that was stronger than I had had in a long time. I could feel her body shivering now, spasming as I continued to drive the dildo deep inside her, “Come on!” I yelled, “Come on, then!” I kept pounding, almost completely out of breath now, but she just couldn’t come. The stinging pain of the whipping was probably more than the pleasure of wild fucking and as my own orgasm subsided a little, I pulled the dildo out. I wanted to kneel behind her and suck her until she screamed, but this would be too much of a pleasure for her, I thought. Henry would not be pleased.

So, with one orgasm just over, I knew I could make myself come again really quickly. I have not been this fired up for a long time. I positioned the dildo that dripped with the woman’s juices onto her arsehole and pushed brutally in, all the way to the hilt, making her scream louder than the screams when she was whipped.

“Yeah,” I said and pushed in even deeper, “That’s right,” I said, pulled out and pushed it back in again. Each stroke a deliberate attempt to cause the pain. I didn’t want to imagine the burning that was caused by the grinding of the dildo against her dry insides, lubricated only by her own pussy juices. She screamed each time I pushed in and after a few hard pounds, she screamed each time I pulled it out, as well. I fucked her hard, pushing down every time the dildo was buried to the hilt, making the little strap on my clit press harder against it. I knew those press-downs must have hurt even more than the slipping of the dildo inside the ass itself.

By now, the sweat was pouring down my face and chest, my legs were buckling with the effort in an uncomfortable position, but my clitty was ready to spasm again. I could feel it coming and as I did, I pounded faster, as I could not pound any harder than I already had been.

“Come on,” I yelled, “Come on, cunt!” pounding hard.

“Come with me!” she shook her head no. “Come, I know you want to!”

I seriously doubted that this could make her come, but she did turn out to be a tougher cookie than I thought, so it wouldn’t surprise me if she did.

“Come!” I pounded inside of her. “Come on!” I half-yelled each time I buried the dildo inside of her. My clitty was burning with the oncoming orgasm and I thought my legs were not going to keep me up much longer. I let go of her shoulder and leaned heavily onto her back, pounding hard and deep.

I lifted my head up and looked into the mirror. The expression of incredible pain on the little woman’s face, eyes shut tight, mouth wide open in screams that sort of linked into one screeching shriek finally pushed me into an ecstasy of my own, and this time it wasn’t just explosion of my clit and pussy. My head spun and for a second, I saw white spots dancing in front of my eyes, caused by the intensity of the pleasure. My body spasmed and my legs finally buckled under me, I fell onto her back, dildo buried deep inside her arse and a final scream cut short as her body slumped onto the bed, her hands let the grip on the steel railing loosen.

“Fuck, that was good!” I gasped and patted her head. Then, jerked with realization that she was not breathing shallow as she was supposed to. I jumped up and pulled the dildo roughly out of her ass, smell of shit hitting my nose. I knelt next to her on the bed and lifted her head by the hair.

Her face was swollen and beetroot red. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was deep. She was passed out cold.

I looked towards the mirror in a moment of panic. “She’s passed out!” I yelled. I bent over her again and lifted her face with my hands cupped underneath her chin, gently and softly. “She’s passed out!” I screeched again. I undid the dildo and pushed it down my legs and still sitting on the bed kicking it off my feet.

The door burst open and Terry walked in. “Alright, I’ll take it from here!” he said, his own voice upset, but not panicky like mine. “Go, go, go,” he pulled me off the bed. I staggered and almost fell. My back and feet were hurting and my legs could barely keep me up. I just stood next to the bed for a moment, holding onto the railing that the woman held onto a moment before.

“Piss off, already!” Terry yelled and as if jerking out of a dream, I staggered drunkenly towards the door. I walked down the corridor to the changing room, holding onto the wall and almost fell through the door.

The room was blessedly empty and I wobbled to the mirror, slumping into the chair in front of it. I looked at my face, flushed and swollen as if I had just received the beating myself. My eyes were bloodshot from the strain and there were dark bags under my eyes. Make up was smeared all over my face, making me look like a clown on speed. My wig was askew and the exposed flesh of my body glistened with sweat. I took off the wig, stepped out of the boots, stripped off the clothes and pulled on a robe that was hung onto the side of the mirror. My entire body ached, my mind screamed and I felt stinging of tears in my eyes. I looked at the clock on the wall; it couldn’t have been more than half an hour since I left this room with Tania hand in hand. It felt like ages.

Again, Terry burst into the door, “She’s alright, she’s alright,” he said and grabbed my street clothes. “Get dressed and go!” he said.

“Where is Tania?” I asked. He wouldn’t look at me, just kept pushing me off the chair and pressing my clothes into my hands.

“Tania will be alright, too. He hurt her a bit.” he said and I knew better than to ask again.

“You’ve got to leave before they come out,” he said, pacing frantically. “Please, Evie, for once do as I ask you to.”

“Will you take me home?” I asked and he nodded. “I’ll do anything you want, babe. You did well, you did excellent.”

“She couldn’t take any more,” I said and almost started crying.

He threw a wad of money in front of me. “I know. Henry knows it, too. He is very pleased. Now, get dressed and wait for me in the car, there’s a good girl!” he said and ran out of the room again.

I dressed, pocketed the money and walked down the corridor towards the exit. The door to the room where I was with Henry’s wife were slightly ajar, a definite no-no. I could hear Henry sobbing, “Vivian, my little Vivian,” I wished I hadn’t heard that.

I stepped out of the bookstore into the chill of autumn evening, and walked down the street. I couldn’t face Terry right now. I just wanted to go home, crawl into the bed and sleep for a very long time. I broke her just as he told me to, but I broke myself in the process, too. Swings of depressive mood was a common companion of mine after inflicting pain and humiliation. But, I’ll be fine. I will be back here in a week or two, probably doing the same thing to Henry as I just did to his little wife, and find out what the hell happened to Nicole and Gina.