Sick and Wrong Ch. 03

author's note: This is another installment of a rather extreme series, not for anyone looking for a loving relationship or vanilla sex. This particular chapter includes spanking, pussy whipping, some breast torture, some bondage, and a lot of good old fashioned sex. I hope you enjoy.

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After having raped and tortured her classmate Meg, Priscilla found that she was more jealous of the experience that Meg seemed to have gotten from her... although Priscilla liked to dominate and she loved the rush of power, she also loved the thrill of being dominated. So a few days later she decided to give Justin a call again, asking him sweetly to come over and punish her. Specifically with spanking. He was only too happy to oblige.

When he came over she described to him a fantasy that was much like what she had done to Meg... but of course she didn't tell him what she did. If she did, he might turn her in. Or worse, take steps to curb her activities. He could get annoyingly possessive at times, despite the fact that he was just a fuck-buddy; she knew that for the most part he considered himself her Master. And that also gave her a thrill... wondering what he would do one day if he found out what she was doing in her free time.

At any rate, he found an even more interesting position to tie her in than she could have ever imagined. Her arms were stretched out above her head, tied to the head post of the bed with her wrists tied together, pushing her boobs up in the air. Then he'd tied her ankles to the bedposts so that her legs were spread wide apart and she was bent practically in half, her pussy and ass completely exposed and vulnerable to whatever he might want to do to her. She shivered with anticipation as he began wrapping rope around her breasts in a figure eight, pulling them very tight... much tighter than she had managed to do. Priscilla cried out a little as they were cruelly pulled, her flesh felt swollen and hot, and she shrieked and tried to thrash as he slapped one pink tit.

"Yes, I do like that a lot," he said as her cry dwindled, smiling evilly, "But I think I'd like it even better if you were quiet." and he popped her panties into her mouth, just as she had done to Meg. Priscilla could taste her juices on her tongue as Justin began to twist her nipples, making her shriek and arch her beg, so that it looked like she was asking for more punishment. Leaning forward he sucked each one into his mouth and bit down roughly, making Priscilla sob as her nipples throbbed on her already sensitive breasts.

She felt true horror when he held up the nipple clamps that he had for her, they were Clover clamps, so that if he tugged on them then they would tighten even more on her poor nipples. Much worse than the ones that she'd used on Meg. Justin put them on pretty lightly, so that they didn't pinch too much. Surprised and slightly relieved, Priscilla was also confused until he tied a rope around the chain connecting them, and attached the rope to her right leg. Any struggling or movement on her part would make her tighten the clamps, especially because he gave her no slack to start with.

The first slap to her ass made her squeal as his palm connected, her body jerked, and her nipples tingled as the clamps tightened. Priscilla moaned as his hand came down again and again, turning her ass a bright pink.

THWACK! CRACK! SMACK!

Although she tried to hold very still, the more he spanked her the harder it became for her to not move and the clamps on her nipples slowly tightened more and more. She was so accustomed to the spanking that when he first slapped her open pussy, she was surprised and jerked hard, screaming as the clamps viciously pinched her poor abused nipples. Justin laughed as he saw the effect it had on her.

He continued spanking her wet pussy, alternating between its slick folds, her pink ass, and also the backs of her upper thighs. Priscilla wasn't going to be able to sit down for the next two days without thinking of this night. Special pleasure came when he got her clit for the first time and she practically vibrated - fortunately there was now enough slack in the rope connected to the nipple clamps that she didn't hurt herself too badly, she was almost at her limit for how much pain she could take in her nipples.

Justin was much more creative than she was in a lot of ways. He took the clamps off of her nipples, making her scream as the blood rushed back in to the distended nubs, as he rubbed them more of the blood returned and she jerked around in her bonds. It felt good to be able to move without having punishment to her nipples.

Taking the whip, Justin slapped it against her swollen breasts, still bound and feeling like they were ready to pop. Priscilla screamed as he started whipping her poor breasts, leaving angry red marks on the already pinkened flesh, and when he hit her nipples pain exploded and she thought that her chest had actually exploded. When she stopped shaking and crying she could see Justin grinning at her.

The position of her body was starting to take its toll on her, uncomfortable and her poor tits were so sore and painful, her nipples absolutely brutalized. Pink ass, pink pussy... and she was incredibly horny, still with no end in site... because as soon as she looked up at him, Justin slapped the whip across her pussy.

The strands bit into her tender pink flesh, traveling the entire length of her puffy slit and making her shriek and moan, humping her hips up in the air to try and get rid of the sting. Of course, her movements just made it appear that she was even more eager to have the whip kiss her pussy again, so of course Justin obliged.

SWISH! SLAP! CRACK!

He beat her pussy with the whip, making sure to catch the sensitive inner folds and her clit as it peeked out at him. It seemed to go on forever for Priscilla, even as she moved in lust, something inside her head wished that she hadn't asked him for this. What he was doing to her was much harsher than what she'd done to Meg, and even though it turned her on immensely, she wasn't sure how much more she could take of it.

Just when she thought she might pass out from the abuse to her body, he stopped whipping her poor pussy. Priscilla sobbed as he let her legs down, still spread because it hurt too much to try and put them together... her pussy was so wet and so painful at the same time.

"I want to be able to hear you," he told her as he pulled off the gag, leaving just her arms bound above her head.

She moaned as he pushed his swollen dick against her pussy, "Oh please Justin... I need a minute... please... it hurts so much from you whipping me there."

"But you liked it," he reminded her, pushing his dick against the hole and making her whimper, "I can tell because you're soaking wet."

"It still hurts Justin, ple—aaaaaAAAAHHHH!!" Priscilla's pleading turned into a loud shriek as he forced his way into her beaten flesh, moaning with contentment as she tightly gripped him in response to the pain. She knew how much he got off on her discomfort, liking it when he could push her boundaries a little more... and she got off on his disregard for her pain, liking the way his big dick pushed into her brutalized folds. Her body thrashed beneath his, which he liked even more as she attempted to struggle against him but was completely helpless to actually resist.

His hard chest pressed against her boobs, which were still bound in the rope, pain renewed as their chests rubbed together and Priscilla squealed. She was unable to form words, there were so many conflicting sensations rushing through her body, warring within her for dominance. Pain, pleasure, lust, agony, the desire for him to fuck her hard, the wish that it would just be over. Thrusting in and out of her, Justin was able to watch as her expressions ran the full gauntlet of her emotions, he kept up a bruising pace inside her, never wanting her to get two comfortable.

Priscilla's body pushed up against his as he ground his groin against her splayed pussy lips, sending ripples of pain as the whipped area was rubbed. Grabbing hold of the rope around her breasts, he roughly pulled it off, to renewed shrieks of pain and struggling. Sensation flowed through Priscilla's boobs again, fully awakening her body to everything as the sensitive mounds were flattened and she moaned.

"Oh Justin... oh god... it hurts... it hurts so good..." she felt like she was losing her mind in a haze of lust and sexual pain.

She started to cum as he pistoled in and out of her, shaking underneath him and writhing in excitement, her body completely overloaded from the abuse and pleasure that he'd heaped up on her. As she started to cum, Justin reached down and began to toy with her clit, sending her on an ecstatic wave of pleasure that she was unable to come down from. Slowly her cries of passion turned painful as her body completely overloaded, his fingers twisting and pulling at the sensitive swollen bud of nerves while his dick filled her. Her legs kicked out, trying to dislodge him, but because he was between her thighs it was completely unsuccessful.

"OH GOD! PLEASE STOP JUSTIN! PLEASE STOP! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" her orgasm went another level higher, her body practically levitating underneath his, spearing upwards off the bed as her pussy tightened around him like a vise. Damn that felt good, he gave her clit another pinch and moaned as her pussy practically rippled around him.

Priscilla was sobbing pleading, but he just kept fucking her, playing with her clit. When he finally moved his hand, she felt a moment of relief, but then she was wrapped up into his arms, her body firmly pressed against his, and he gave three massive thrusts that threatened to split her apart. She shrieked as his groin slammed into hers, her orgasm actually making her toes curl as every part of her body stiffened in response to his assault.

Not a sound came from her mouth, even though it was wide open in a silent scream; Justin just held on tight as his dick pulsed inside of her, swollen and incredibly hard as he pumped cum into her protesting body. She felt incredibly full, completely sexual, almost as though she'd been taken over by sensation. It wasn't until his arms finally relaxed around her that her body un-tensed and she wilted underneath him, sobbing tears of completion.

He lay on top of her, inside her, until he was completely soft, sighing as he pulled himself out with a *plop*.

Priscilla smiled up at him, although her face was tear stained, "Thank you."

"What are you thanking me for?" he asked, grinning, "It's not over yet." She stared at him in shock as he reminded her, "You wanted me to leave you with a vibrator in you, remember?"

The over extended girl began whimpering and pleading as he pushed the vibrator into her pussy and turned it on high.

"WAIT!" she screamed as he began to leave the room, the vibrator buzzing merrily and her body already tensing for another orgasm, "YOU DIDN'T LOOSEN MY WRISTS!"

"Oh don't worry," he said, "I'll be back as soon as I'm up for another round."

The scream that followed him out the door was one of pure despair and orgasmic lust. Just for kicks, it was another hour before Justin returned, and although Priscilla begged him to take her any other way, he insisted on fucking her pussy while she was tied up underneath him.

When she finally left, the next morning, she practically waddled. He grinned as he watched her funny duck-walk down to her car.