her hips to avoid the vibrating bar. If he kept up the quivering motion against her clit, she was going to go over the edge. Amy had never been one to hold herself back with her sexual responses. She shrieked at her abductor to get away, and tried to smash her bottom into his crotch.
The girl was so small that Jason had no trouble stilling her moves. Eventually, he held her tightly against him so that she could barely move her pussy away from his attentions. Jason recognized the change in her breathing, and her hips began pushing into the vibrator instead of rebelling against the sensation. Just as she began a tremulous climax, he released his hold with one arm. Her pelvis continued to thrust into the vibrator, and at the first gasp of her orgasm Jason brought a thick leather strap down across her bottom.
Amy’s gasping release turned into a shrieking wail. Her body did not know how to respond, as it kept pressing her into her climax while painful blows were being lashed across her bottom and thighs. “Eeee.” Her screams echoed through the basement. The whipping stopped as she sobbed out the remainder of her orgasm. Amy sagged in the chain until her arms felt dislocated and her hair was swaying inches from the floor. She tried to work her trembling legs beneath her again, hanging in misery and only vaguely aware of sounds coming from the other side of the room.
For a first experience, the girl had done very well. Jason decided he could explore a variety of agonizing exercises for A. Meanwhile, J was stretched across the table while he held her hips and pummeled her ass in sadistically aroused excitement. J seemed just as consumed with passion, and she tried to back into his violent thrusts with her bottom.
The sound of the whipping had confused J, but she decided the new girl deserved it for not following the Master’s order. When she heard the girl making sounds of arousal, J was enraged, thinking the Master was discarding her for this disobedient slave. J was almost in tears when she heard her cage opened and Master grabbed her arm and hustled her to the table.
Jason groaned through his release while gazing at the wide red welts on Amy’s thighs and ass. She was sobbing, for the moment. Jason knew that her stubborn nature would return after the pain from the welts subsided. He leaned down and caressed J’s cheek while his cock slipped out of her ass. “You’re my pleasure slave, J,” he whispered. “You will always help ease my needs.”
J gave a small sob of relief. “Yes, Master.” Her curiosity and fear overcame her. “You’re not going to kill me now? Or get rid of me because you have A?”
“Be still, J. You know better than to speak.”
“Yes, Master.”
Amy spent hours in the horrible, straining position. She was beyond caring if she left any damn DNA on the concrete from her stubbed toes as she tried to balance a precarious perch to relieve the strain on her arms. Her head was hanging low in defeat but her eyes were dry. The full shock of her situation was beginning to dull her mind. Her dad was not going to pay the ransom to get her back. The kidnapper was not going to ask for one.
Why the hell didn’t I pay the extra twenty-five dollars a month to get a downstairs apartment near the front and the parking lights? Because, I didn’t want to put up with the noise and traffic from people running in and out of the office... and I wouldn’t put up with the safety of having a roommate, because Bubba Thompson’s belly hanging over his dick while he scratched his ass and yawned, grossed me out in the morning. Amy thought through a list of recriminations she blamed herself for in order to avoid the safer accommodations that she stubbornly refused. She even gave a short bitter laugh at the thought she had been kidnapped by the only guy in the world who did not want her family’s money.
Jason watched through the cameras. The girl’s determination and will were strong. They would benefit her
The girl was so small that Jason had no trouble stilling her moves. Eventually, he held her tightly against him so that she could barely move her pussy away from his attentions. Jason recognized the change in her breathing, and her hips began pushing into the vibrator instead of rebelling against the sensation. Just as she began a tremulous climax, he released his hold with one arm. Her pelvis continued to thrust into the vibrator, and at the first gasp of her orgasm Jason brought a thick leather strap down across her bottom.
Amy’s gasping release turned into a shrieking wail. Her body did not know how to respond, as it kept pressing her into her climax while painful blows were being lashed across her bottom and thighs. “Eeee.” Her screams echoed through the basement. The whipping stopped as she sobbed out the remainder of her orgasm. Amy sagged in the chain until her arms felt dislocated and her hair was swaying inches from the floor. She tried to work her trembling legs beneath her again, hanging in misery and only vaguely aware of sounds coming from the other side of the room.
For a first experience, the girl had done very well. Jason decided he could explore a variety of agonizing exercises for A. Meanwhile, J was stretched across the table while he held her hips and pummeled her ass in sadistically aroused excitement. J seemed just as consumed with passion, and she tried to back into his violent thrusts with her bottom.
The sound of the whipping had confused J, but she decided the new girl deserved it for not following the Master’s order. When she heard the girl making sounds of arousal, J was enraged, thinking the Master was discarding her for this disobedient slave. J was almost in tears when she heard her cage opened and Master grabbed her arm and hustled her to the table.
Jason groaned through his release while gazing at the wide red welts on Amy’s thighs and ass. She was sobbing, for the moment. Jason knew that her stubborn nature would return after the pain from the welts subsided. He leaned down and caressed J’s cheek while his cock slipped out of her ass. “You’re my pleasure slave, J,” he whispered. “You will always help ease my needs.”
J gave a small sob of relief. “Yes, Master.” Her curiosity and fear overcame her. “You’re not going to kill me now? Or get rid of me because you have A?”
“Be still, J. You know better than to speak.”
“Yes, Master.”
Amy spent hours in the horrible, straining position. She was beyond caring if she left any damn DNA on the concrete from her stubbed toes as she tried to balance a precarious perch to relieve the strain on her arms. Her head was hanging low in defeat but her eyes were dry. The full shock of her situation was beginning to dull her mind. Her dad was not going to pay the ransom to get her back. The kidnapper was not going to ask for one.
Why the hell didn’t I pay the extra twenty-five dollars a month to get a downstairs apartment near the front and the parking lights? Because, I didn’t want to put up with the noise and traffic from people running in and out of the office... and I wouldn’t put up with the safety of having a roommate, because Bubba Thompson’s belly hanging over his dick while he scratched his ass and yawned, grossed me out in the morning. Amy thought through a list of recriminations she blamed herself for in order to avoid the safer accommodations that she stubbornly refused. She even gave a short bitter laugh at the thought she had been kidnapped by the only guy in the world who did not want her family’s money.
Jason watched through the cameras. The girl’s determination and will were strong. They would benefit her
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