“Congratulations Miss Stevens,” he muttered deeply, looking at the dark haired beauty who watched his every move, seeking his approval. “She’s most perfect for our pleasure. But of course, I should not be surprised. I have come to expect only the very best from you.”
Miss Stevens blushed deeply and lowered her eyes.
“Thank you Sir.”
She stood beside a chair in which a heavy titted girl with long blonde hair and deep blue eyes had been placed naked with her hands tightly tied behind her back and her legs pushed wide apart to display her shaved pussy, her pouting labia puffy and dripping with juice.
The only things the girl wore were the ropes at her wrists and a bright red ball gag shoved deeply into her mouth and secured behind her head with leather straps and a buckle.
Connor continued to pace back and forth before them.
“And has she been used already this morning?”
“Yes Sir,” Miss Stevens nodded. “She has been with a number of the boys this morning. She’s already filled with cum as you would expect Sir.”
Connor nodded and the blonde girl looked up at him with wide eyes as he passed close to her. His thick hand momentarily grasped her round her throat and she struggled a little as he squeezed. This was not at all what she had expected when she had accepted the secretarial role at the big house. He released her and moved on.
“And how did she perform?” he questioned.
Miss Stevens stood before the captive blonde and placed her palms over the firm flesh of the girl’s breasts, kneading them with her long fingers. The blonde winced and closed her eyes.
Miss Stevens’s voice was smooth and appreciative as she spoke in her deep southern Irish lilt.
“She was willing Sir. But perhaps a little overwhelmed by the force with which they took her. I believe she has experienced things a little more vanilla up to now.”
Connor smiled as he looked at Miss Stevens.
“And were there tears?” he questioned.
Miss Stevens now grasped the blonde’s nipples with her thumb and forefingers twisting and pulling hard making the girl thrash her head and moan, a string of saliva suddenly dripping from the girl’s gagged mouth down across the heavy flesh of her breasts.
“Yes Sir,” Miss Stevens nodded. “When she was sodomised, and a cock was forced down her throat, tears rolled down her pretty cheeks.”
Miss Stevens stepped back and slapped the blonde hard across her breasts.
“But you took it like the good little fuck toy you are, didn’t you Nancy?”
The blonde winced at the slap and quickly nodded to Miss Stevens. She widened her spread thighs a little more.
“Ungag her Miss Stevens,” ordered Connor, “And clamp the hood of her clitoris. I want to listen to her squeal.”
“Yes Sir,” Miss Stevens nodded.
The blonde whimpered and lowered her head as Miss Stevens withdrew the red rubber ball from her mouth.
“Head up slut,” Miss Stevens hissed.
Connor stood behind the blonde and curled his thick fingers in her golden curls. He pulled her hair hard, forcing her head back. Her back arched, her belly flexed, thrust forward, and her heavy breasts were presented upward, her nipples firm and erect with arousal.
“You love this don’t you?” Connor drawled as he held the captive girl tightly by her hair looking into her wide eyes.
The girl nodded.
“Go ahead Miss Stevens,” Connor smiled.
Miss Stevens knelt down before the blonde’s spread and tied legs, watching the blonde clench and unclench her toes in anticipation, flexing her legs against her bonds, but she was secure with each ankle tied to the legs of the heavy wooden chair. The blonde was whimpering and moaning in feigned resistance and her body stiffened when Miss Stevens pressed her palm over the hot wet mound of her pussy. Miss Stevens pressed her palm to the girl’s wetness, opening her up, spreading the lips of her cunt.
“Pass me the crop Miss Stevens,” Connor growled, and he reached down with his free hand and grasped the blonde firm by one erect nipple.
“Oh fuck… fuck!!” she whimpered, “Please… no!”
A number of items were spread on the floor at the blonde’s feet; a black leather riding crop, a number of shining chrome clips and clamps, and various buckles and restraints. Miss Stevens reached for the crop and passed it up over the writhing figure of the blonde. Connor took it and pressed the leather tip against the captive’s breast flesh making it swell, testing its firmness. He grinned as the blonde pressed herself up in the chair as Miss Stevens pinched the fleshy pink hood of her clitoris between the nails of her thumb and forefinger and secured one of the tightly sprung chrome clips there. The blonde thrashed in her bonds.
“Crack!”
The blonde drew her breath through clenched teeth as Connor raised up the crop and brought it down viciously to deliver a stinging blow across the girl’s breasts.
“Crack! Crack!”
He cropped her again, twice in succession, and her body went rigid.
“How old are you girl?” he questioned.
The blonde flexed and tightened her legs trying to relieve the warm pain of the clamp jutting from her pouting pussy lips.
“Oww…” she whimpered. “I’m nineteen Sir… oww, please… fuck… I’m nineteen.”
The crop arched down across her taut belly and the blonde’s moans echoed in the room.
“Good,” Connor smiled brushing his hand across his forehead wiping away his perspiration. “Then that is how many stripes you shall wear before Miss Stevens makes you cum for us.
He pressed the tip of the crop to the girls other breast making the upturned flesh swell and then he cropped her hard. Again she moaned and a tear rolled down her cheek.
“Apply two clamps to her lovely long nipples Miss Stevens,” Connor smiled, “They show us just how aroused this wicked little bitch is, and she must have pain before her pleasure. One makes the other so much sweeter. She must scream before she creams.” Connor chuckled to himself, and the blonde looked up at him with wide blue eyes.
“Of course Sir,” Miss Stevens nodded as she turned her palm upward and roughly pushed two entwined fingers deep into the blonde’s wetness up to her knuckles. Nancy groaned at the unexpected intrusion and stiffened in her bonds. Her pussy gushed with pleasure.
Miss Stevens frigged the blonde roughly with her fingers, spreading her labia, making her pussy gape and gush its wetness. She twisted her hand and rubbed her thumb tip over the blondes swollen pussy lips, and between them to search out the hard bud of her clitoris beneath the clamped hood. She pushed a third finger into the blonde and spread them wide within her.
“Oh fuck!” the blonde screamed. “Ahh!!!!”
Her entire body went stiff as the length of the crop lashed against her tight stomach muscles, and Miss Stevens sunk down to collect the nipple clamps from the floor.
Later Nancy stood before the full length mirror in her room considering how on earth she had ended up like this. She was locked in at someone else’s beck and call. She was naked, and her hands were cuffed behind her back. Her breasts were heavy and swollen and her aroused nipples were still clamped and sore with abuse. Her hair was a matted blonde mess and her mascara had run down her face with her tears. Across her breasts and her tight stomach muscles she wore nineteen red welts where the crop had stung her and scratches where Miss Stevens’s nails had raked her. She had been fucked and buggered, spanked and humiliated, made to submit to people she didn’t even know, and made to cum by another female as a man cropped her.
And despite all this, between her legs she was a burning wet pool of desire. She wanted to cum again. Connor had called her a wicked little bitch, and he was right. She was a nasty wicked little bitch who deserved it all she thought. And she wanted more.
He had asked Miss Stevens to bring her to him again before bedtime, and Nancy bit her lip and shuddered at the thought of him.
To be continued…