Never Work Late

My body jumped from the noise. I could almost feel the crop hitting me. “Not between my legs, please not there,” begging with tears in my eyes. It was inhuman to hit a girl between the legs, on her sensitive sex. And then you intended to fuck me. I knew it was going to be painful, but I could not imagine how bad. The first slap of the crop hit my inner thigh. The scream torn from my lips rang out in the empty room. The burning took seconds to reach my brain. It felt like nothing I had ever felt before. By time my breathing returned, the crop was already on its way down, this time finding my other inner thigh, the sensitive flesh leading up to my pussy. “OOOOOWWWWW,’ NNOOO mooore,” I screamed, tears running down my face. My legs pulled on the ropes, trying to close them, to prevent you from inflicting any more pain on me, but you had done a good job. The rope held tight. The plane of my sex was raised up, exposed and naked, waiting for the crop to beat its painful path along it.

“Just going to make you tender, bitch. I like my cunts to scream.” 

I watched in slow motion as the crop came down between my legs. I could see it hit my pussy, splitting my pussy lips down the center to slap harshly against my pink inner lips. I felt nothing for seconds. Then it hit my brain. “EEEEEHHH,” my legs pulling on the ropes, stretching them, attempting to close them and ease the pain. But it proved futile. I did not have time to even recover before you brought the crop down again, this time harder. I could not believe it could get any worse, but it did. You slashed the crop against the sides of my outer pussy lips, switching from one side to the other. The worst was when you hit my open pussy, my outer pussy lips peeled back, my pussy exposed. My throat was dry from screaming as you continued to whip me. I could only sob and murmur, my body bouncing around, unable to prevent you from your task. I was becoming exhausted, sweat covering my body as you continued to beat me. My whole sex mound was inflamed and burning. But you continued. Continued to beat me.

“You stopped screaming, why did you stop screaming, cunt?” 

I could see the evil in your eyes as the crop came down again. I braced myself for the pain, knowing what to expect. But you surprised me again. The crop hit my exposed clit. The pain shot through my body, a small trickle of pee running down my thigh, unable to control my own bodily functions. It felt like you had smashed my pea-like bud with a hammer. “NNNNNOOO, OOOOOWWW,” I screamed again just in time to feel the crop come down again, this time shooting up and slapping hard onto my swollen and red asshole. My body pushed up to escape, only succeeding in raising my clit up higher, open and exposed as the crop came down on it again. My legs jerked around, my belly rising and falling, the bondage preventing any escape from the crop. You beat me with the crop for over a half-hour. My inner thighs were a maze of pain, red and inflamed. My pussy lips had swollen up to twice its size, still unable to prevent the crop from reaching between them to slap my tender inner flesh. My asshole throbbed, not sure if it was from the crop or the ass fucking you had subject to me before, but not caring. You finally stopped. My body slumped in relief.

“Ready to get fucked, bitch? Fuck back or it’s the crop for you again,” you gleefully shouted, stroking your hard cock. You climbed between my legs, pushing the head of your cock against my pussy lips, feeling the heat from the whipping.

I was now dry, the whipping taking away any desire for sex, but that did not stop you. Your cock pushed into me, tearing into the flesh that had only just been opened up by the plastic vibrator. You pushed and pulled out, only to push back in harder and deeper, each time another whoosh of air dragged from my lips as you began to fuck me. It did not take long before I began to get wet. The pain now mixed with the pleasure, not sure which was making me wet. All I cared about was taking your cock deeper and deeper inside me. I clamped onto your cock as you pulled out, opened up as you fucked in. I had never felt so full as I did now. Your cock seemed to fill every millimeter of space inside my hot pussy.

“Nice hot and tight pussy, I like that whore. But I think I can make it tighter.” 

I felt a hand reach under, between my legs and felt something touch my exposed asshole. It was cold and hard. I felt it push in, my asshole opened up again as the plastic vibrator pushed into my asshole, going deep inside me. When it could go no further, you turned it on, the hard, cruel instrument began to vibrate deep inside of me.

“Now that feels good, that vibe is rubbing through your asshole to massage my cock real nice. Nice tighten up and fuck the cum out of me, bitch.”

Through the pain, I clenched and unclenched on your cock. Anything to make you cum. I am not sure if I did it to stop the pain or because I wanted to make you cum. To know that I could make you cum. To please you. Your fingers reached down and began to rub my clit. Not a soft, gentle rubbing, but a brutal pinching and twisting. That was all I needed to make me cum. I grabbed your cock with my pussy, refusing to let go, squeezing it with all my might as my orgasm overcame me. I screamed this time, not in pain, but in pleasure, my pussy and asshole stuffed with real and artificial cocks. 

You jerked atop of me, your cock filling my pussy with your hot cum again. Your body laid down on me, pushing the nipple clamps into my tender flesh, igniting another orgasm from my body. It felt like you were trying to drive your cock through my body as you pushed in and dumped another load of cum in me. Darkness overcame my body.

When I awoke about an hour later, you were gone. I was still lying on the desk, but all trace of the rope was gone. I looked at my wrists and ankles, seeing the burns from the ropes, knowing that I had not imagined it. My body was still covered with sweat and cum leaking down from my pussy onto the desk below me. The vibrator was still humming inside my asshole, my tiny asshole having swallowed it whole. I reached between my legs and using my fingers, pushed inside my asshole until I could grip it and pull it from my clenching asshole. It painfully pulled out with a pop, falling to the floor noisily. It took me over an hour to dress, unable to put on any panties, my pussy and asshole too sore. It was over a month before I could fuck again. And over a year before I would ever work late again.