The Journey of a Pain Slut - Act 01

"Nghhhhh ..." She groaned delightfully moving her hands to cup between her thighs. I turned up the speed and she arched up, her whole back leaving the seat.

Staring down as she writhed and squirmed, I allowed her to continue until she was on the cusp of climax once more, and then I switched it off.

"Ohhhh nooooooooo!" Another bereft cry came plaintively form her throat.

"Turn onto your stomach Little Girl, I want to cut open your back with my knife before taking you outside again to flay the skin from your body ..."

This was far from over ...

PART 10 - The Girl

He's fucking choking me and I fucking love it.

He's no idea how hot it makes me feel. Fucking me and choking me. My cunt is on fire. I love it. I don't want it to stop.

I do want it to stop. Of course I do. Or a part of me wants it to stop and the rest of me wants him to squeeze tighter.

But he stops.

And he's kind. He gives me water. I slurp.

And then he hurts me some more with his pin wheel. Cutting my cuts. It hurts like hell. I love it. I want more.

And then he stops.

Bastard.

And then he pushes something deep in me that sets my whole body trembling. Soooo intense! Soooo good!

And then he stops.

Bastard.

Fucking tease.

Hurt me! I want him to hurt me! Hurt me and not well! Hurt me some more!

Bastard.

He says he's going to cut me. To skin me. I hope he does, but I think he's lying. I want him to cut me deep. I want to bleed.

He won't flay me. He's scared. I'm not. I want to hurt. I want to hurt. I want to bleed.

PART 11 - The Guy

Her brow furrowed and she swallowed back a choke as my words struck home. I nodded slowly as if to re affirm my intent, and her choke became a quiet sob.

With a malicious grin I switched the egg back on and boy did she know it.

"Nghhhhhh, ohhhh fuckkkkkk ..." her hands once more flew to her pussy where the duct tape shielded the soft, pliable, sensitive folds from the outside world, trapping the vibe safely inside to plough its penetrative furrow.

"Pl ... pl ... please," she pleaded. Her merciful begging was far more intense as a result of the vibrations deep inside her body as opposed to the pain I was inflicting upon her.

"Pl ... please what?" I responded, mocking her.

"Pl ... please let me cum," her eyes were almost closed, tears poured out of each corner and her body shook.

I laughed and switched the evil little device off.

"Noooooo!" my Little Girl cried out, and I laughed even louder.

Then I heard a sound. A male voice and a dog barking. I looked down at the pretty face staring back up at me.

"We have company it would seem, even on a desperate day like today."

She said nothing in reply.

"I will get out of the car but the window here will be down a few inches. I am serious when I say that if you want this to stop just shout out through the gap. Demand that he helps you ..."

She looked confused as I opened the car door. It was a risk that I was taking, but a calculated one.

"Morning," I offered up my pleasantry.

"Awful one isn't it?" the dog-walker replied as the rain battered us both, "I haven't seen another soul out here in this, but I have to walk him now because it's the only chance I will have today."

I nodded my understanding, then offered up my own reason for being here. "I'm on a mission to collect wild holly for friends and family ... you know the Christmas Season and everything ..." where the fuck did that come from, I smiled inwardly to myself, "and once I had promised to do that today, then I couldn't not come."

I glanced at the partly open window. Not a sound, just as I expected.

"Have a great Festive Season," he waved at me as I watched the man and his dog disappear into the density of the woodland surrounding us.

I smiled to myself, as I opened the car door again to see the glorious sight that awaited me.

"Good girl, you clearly want more. Am I right?"

With an apparent reluctance at being forced to admit her own perverted desire, she nodded and I climbed back in closing both the window and door behind me.

"Turn over," I reminded her of my instruction. With a fresh gulp briefly constricting her throat she pushed herself up and flipped her body, gasping with a wince as the red welts and cut came into direct contact with the towel.

"Good girl," I said straddling her naked shape, the seat wide enough to let my left leg kneel by her hip whilst my right foot balanced in the footwell.

Fuck she was gorgeous. Nubile ... young ... fit and oh so firm. I felt a new stirring in my groin.

"Please don't ..."

I laughed out loud once more. "Don't what girl?"

She did not reply.

Taking the blade I again made a point of letting the razor sharp edge flick free, the metal clicking into place. Now that she knew I was actually prepared to cut her, my Little Girl emitted a quiet whimper.

My erection burgeoned once more, beginning to push against the denim of my jeans and the smoother, shiny fabric of the waterproofs.

Pressing the blade upon her lower shoulder, just above her shoulder blade on the right-hand side. I stilled my hand letting the cold steel play upon her flesh and resonate in her imagination.

Another delightful whimper.

I pressed harder and opened her skin in a cut length of maybe four inches. Not deeply but enough to send a new wave of shock through her gloriously exquisite form.

"Oh fuck, please ..." Her pleas were music to my ears.

"Shut the fuck up Little Girl," was my only response as I drew upon the smooth canvas of her body, slowly dragging thick strokes of freshly revealed blood, down and around, following the slender length of her spine to the top of her firm, peachy ass. The stark contrast of crimson on pale flesh was beautiful ...

I pressed my finger gently against the cut on her shoulder, her upper back really, just enough for a drop of blood to ooze onto my finger and run down over it, breaking the obvious tension that has built up in inside her as she let out a low sound of hungering lust. The droplet ran down over her shoulder blade, leaving a rivulet in such a pretty shade of passionate red, the thick, sticky blood spilling out and joining the rest of the spiral pattern I had daubed upon her flesh.

I went through the motion again, but lower this time, slowly drawing the blade across both of her buttocks. From one side to the other, a red line following my path broken only by the crevice of her small rose like hole, at the cavernous shadowy parting of the cheeks. A steady motion ... I was unwilling to rush and give it fully to her until I saw the more bestial parts of her mind coming to the fore.

Then, as realisation dawned, my Little Girl screamed and lifted her head, which I immediately slapped hard so that she lay back down with a loud sob.

This time, when I cut her, I took a droplet on my finger and reached over to her face, which was turned sideways from the towel. I gave her that tiny drop and a primal sound left her throat as she opened her mouth wide and sucked my finger in before displaying her red stained tongue for me to see ...

Back to my task. Another flick of my wrist and a new red line appeared across the middle of her back.

More groans ... her body trembling now ... but no dissent could be heard, not one word.

As I coated my fingers thoroughly in the latest stringy line of red, I knew that this little vignette of play, me fingering my Little Girl's pretty mouth, sating her hunger with the welcomed violation of my fingers slick in her own blood was heightening her warped sense of desire.

With my erection now pressing painfully against the waterproofs and my jeans, her back and ass coated in red from the few shallow cuts that now adorned her nubile frame staring up at me, I already knew what that next step had to be.

"Get out, back into the rain," I said very clearly, assertively and without any ambiguity.

Part 12 - The Girl

Why the fuck won't the bastard let me cum? I'm burning up.

Fucker!

He tells me I can call out if I want to.

I won't.

He knows that. He thinks he's in control.

But really it's me.

I'm here because I want to be here. I love my BF, but I wanted something more. Nah, I needed it. Intensity. And this guy, whatever his name is, he can give it to me. I just have to stay here, stay for him. But I'm the one in control. I'm choosing. I'm the one he needs to play with. I'm the one who he needs to hurt, and I want to be hurt. I don't care if it's him or someone else. I just want to be hurt. And he's doing ok. He's hurting me.

I can feel my cuts from the whip.

I can feel his knife against my shoulder.

I want to be cut.

I can feel my blood. He lets me taste my blood. He's doing good. He needs to cut me some more.

Maybe he will flay me.

He won't. I know he won't. He's too scared. But I wouldn't mind. He could flay me. All of me. My back, by belly, my breasts. He could kill me.

But he won't.

He wants me to come to him again.

He knows he won't easily find another one like me. Who really wants it.

He tells me to get out of the car, back into the rain, back into the woods.

The light is beginning to fade.

The woods are getting dark.

I want him to hurt me in the woods. To hurt me again. I want to feel the hurt.

I want some more pain before this is all done for the day and I'm back in the hotel and he's soaping me in the shower and I'm on the train back to my flat and off to Ma and Pa's for Christmas.

He's not got long.

I want him to do something he's scared of doing. I want to feel something I didn't expect. I want him to want to hurt me so so badly.

I can feel the rain on my nakedness.

On my cuts. In my hair. Plastering my hair to my face. Running down my tits, over my clit, down my legs.

He thinks he's running this show. He's not. I am. I'm the one he needs to hurt, and he's so, so grateful, because I'm letting him.

Part 13 - The Guy

Pushing her in the small of her red smeared back my Little Girl stumbled on the bed of slippery leaves. I laughed and, grabbing her by the hair, I pulled her screaming back to the same tree, the one with the large, thick protruding branch.

Pulling her upright by the roots of her short hair, her hands scrambling at my wrists in a fruitless attempt to dilute the agony, she stood on her feet, sniffing her nose, wiping the snot leakage on her forearm.

The rain was now heavier if anything and while I pulled up the hood of my thick waterproofs to protect myself, her body was dripping wet in seconds. As I circled her body I could see the livid pink of the cuts, cleansed of blood by the continuing downpour, standing out.

Positioned in front of her shivering torso once again I touched the tip of her nose in a mockingly gentle manner, and stepped away before turning to address her.

"Hands out, clasp them together."

My instruction was purposefully brusque, and she obeyed in an instant.

Grinning, no more words shared, I tied the wet rope tightly back around her already chafed wrists. Her gasp of pain was but a minor prelude to the main event that was about to unfold.

Once more her arms were pulled high above her head, but this time, before tying the rope off I pulled hard until she was suspended a full six inches off the ground ... which for her might as well have been 6 feet.

"Fuck, no ohhhhhh fuckkkkk!" I could already see the fresh strain on her shoulders as the bones pulled themselves away from the sockets.

"Stop whining girl, as much as I would love to dislocate your body that won't happened unless I secure rocks around your ankles ..."

I grinned menacingly leaving the thought as to whether or not I would actually do that, running wild through her mind.

Secured again, she presented a stunningly beautiful target. But she wasn't quite perfect, not yet. Taking a second rope I tied her ankles together and then pulled that rope to the trunk of the tree, twisting her body in the process so that her back face me. When the additional rope was secured around the trunk it meant that whatever squirming and writhing she attempted, she could not turn her body. Her back was my objective this time ...

But first ... with a smug smile playing on my lips I switched the egg vibe on, and in a second she screamed and began to writhe and jerk in her bonds. Her head flew back and she groaned loud enough to be heard above the rainfall. With her hands tied so that she couldn't cup herself, and her thighs pressed close together by the ropes around her ankles, I knew this time the need that circulated around her body would become even greater.

And so it proved. I moved closer to her, standing at her front, facing her, my mouth close to hers now that she was raised away from the ground, and as she whimpered and begged for release, I kissed her. Hard. Gripping her hair to hold her head steady, I mashed my lips onto hers. Her response was wonderful. Open mouthed her tongue danced with mine as her desperation for release grew ... and then when her whole body shuddered, I pulled away and switched the device off.

Her groan of frustration was like a symphony to my ears. A beautiful, wonderful sound.

Stepping away from her hung torso, still trembling with unfulfilled desire, I took a new whip from my bag, which had accompanied me from the car back out into the wet. This version contained several lashes, not quite the notorious 'cat' but each of the half dozen or so leather strands was tipped with a small steel ball. This would scourge her. This would hurt.

I paused to look at her sleek, slender back, already cut, already marked, dripping with a thin red coloured watery liquid as the blood flow, which had all but ceased, was diluted with rain water.

"Are you ready Little Girl?"

I paused for response, but it was a rhetorical question. I expected no answer and when none came, I swung at the girl, and laid the whip sharply across her peachy ass. Not just with a flick of my wrist ... now feeling refreshed after the break, and so I put full momentum into the swing, and thwack! The effect was electric.

My Little Girl went rigid, sucking in air. A nanosecond of delay, then her body jumped in place, the shock wave visible up and down her skin. She arched involuntarily in a single glorious movement. The cry she tried to stifle growled its way out of her. "Oh, shhhh ... it! Shit. Shit! Fuckkkkkk!"

The blow raised a pair of livid double welts across her round buttocks. Despite her immobility, she couldn't help but try to shake out the pain as the knife cuts opened and blood oozed out once more. The rain was easing now and the crimson flow stayed in place a little longer.

I paused until she settled down, before letting the second lash swipe through the air. I saw how my girl tensed her body as the whip landed with a thud from the opposite side. The sharp tipped decorations of torture pierced her skin around the small of her back and right hip.

Perfect aim. More cuts opened up and began to ooze. I froze my position briefly, leaving the strands hugging her body, before flicking my wrist to rally the already agonising grip they held upon her. And then with a vigorous tug, I ripped the whip through her skin.

She cried out, arching backwards once more as the blood began to weave its journey down her thighs and buttocks.

The third blow came within an instant of the second, when the barbs slammed into my suffering victim's flank, inviting fresh blood to come forth from muscle stripped of skin as I once more tore away the odious lash. She yelled out guttural cries of anguish; shaking her trembling body, squirming to be free, hands desperately clinging to the ropes that secured her wrists. Another lash sliced her back open and she fell limp hanging from her wrists.

But I was not yet done and despite her lifeless appearance I swung my arm and another loud crack divided the atmosphere as the whip once more split her skin. A scarlet line of fire scorched the girl from shoulder to shoulder. Her body shook back into life.

More cries of agony as she contorted her nubile form into an almost impossible angle, screaming agony and fear.

The tortuous whip hasped its tips into her shoulder and upper arm. It's violent removal triggering rivers of blood to stream down her body, over her back and ass, to drip onto her thighs, striping her leg like the seam of a silk stocking.

My Little Girl's screams became as raw as her body.

The lashes embedded into her ribs with the next strike. She arched her broken body forward this time, swinging her legs upwards, head back, she screamed as the metal raked her ribcage.

I immediately saw the opportunity for the next lash, and so while she was in the arched position I hammered the whip onto her right shoulder, serving a direct hit on the cut which had now opened wide and flowed with blood. The weighted strands landed with a hollow thud around her body across her chest and already beaten breasts. The barbs buried into her flesh. The sharp deliberate yanks to pull the whip back opened fresh wounds, furrowing her skin. Warm red liquid seeped mellifluously but copiously, over my girl's toned body.

Then another swipe dug into her back with an audible wet thud. She cried out hoarsely, interrupting the gasps of agonizing shock from the previous impact. And the she fell still ... very, very still ...

With the downpour having stopped, in the eerie silence all I could hear was the dripping of rain water from the trees around us, and I could see the dripping of blood from her prostrate body.

Her breathing was shallow, her very stretched position making it difficult for her lungs to work as they should ...

How much more could she take? As I reached back into my bag, I was about to find out ...

Part 14 - The Girl

Fuck yes! He's stringing me up! I've dreamt so much of this.

I'm off my friggin' feet!

My arms are pulling out of their sockets! My tits are pushing out, my lungs are screaming at me! It's fuckin' brilliant!

Why do I love this pain so much?

I'm a fucked-up girl I think.

Fucking fucked up.

Fucking fucking fucked and about to be well and truly fucked.

He's tying up my ankles.

It's fucking' brilliant!

He knows me I think.

I'm HURTING!

But the bastard! I'm all over the fuckin' place! Let me FUCKING CUM YOU BASTARD!!

Bastard...

Whip me then.

Yeah!

Whip me!

Yeah!

So fuckin' fuckin' good!

He just hears my screams, but inside I'm fuckin' crying with sex and happiness!

Oh God BF! You can't do this to me!

I want him to hit me again.

Yeah!

My fuckin' burning ass!

Wrap that lovely, sexy whip around my side you bastard!

Fucking hit me so you cut my cuts!

I'm bouncing!

I'm hurting so so much!

I'll never explain these cuts to anyone... I don't fucking care. Hit me!

Hit me!

Hurt me!

Hurt me til I can't even cry any more!

I love this!

Hurt me!

Fuck!!

Part 15 - The Guy

I wanted the rain to stop and now it had. It wasn't because I felt any sympathy for this Little Girl's plight, no not all, far from it ... the way she suffered was my nirvana, my turn on ... I wanted it to stop raining because I needed fire!

At this time of year the twilight was with us by 3pm and it was dark within sixty minutes. However, when we have a day consumed by the cover of pendulous clouds like we had today, then it became gloomy shortly after lunch and, although it was only 2pm, in the eye of a dense woodland like we were now, the light had almost disappeared.

Perfect ... fire for the heat and light ... and for the pain.

Having checked the contents of the bag for the finale, my

'pièce de résistance' if you will, I had zipped it back up. There was something else that I needed to do first, something that my groin, and more to the point my erection, was insisting upon.