Anita\'s Sex Sacrifice

                               Anita's Sex Sacrifice - Chapter 18

       To frighten his "personal" sex slave, Hari ordered one of his trusted henchmen to march her down to the basement and string her up by the wrists. That done he was to inform her that she would be entertaining a  much rougher crowd that had come late for her show and was now being offered an opportunity to take out their anger on its star. He was then to turn off the lights and lock the door, leaving Anita to contemplate what horrors were about to befall her. Hari would take over from there.

       The brothel owner took a shower and relaxed afterward, imaging the fear that was eating away at his victim as she hung by her wrists in total darkness, waiting for a gang of rapists and sadists to come and do terrible things to her tired, bruised, bare body. He did the books for today, noting that the special after-hours exhibition had brought in more than what he had anticipated. Then he checked with the doctor to find out the condition of Pradeep. The news was not good.

       He might have to be hospitalized since some of his injuries looked as if they might require advanced drugs and possibly surgery to correct. Hari would not hear of it, and told the doctor to do what he could and let nature take its course. He would use this information to blackmail Anita if it suited his purposes. It might be all he needed to make her his slave for life, to do with as he pleased. Once he no longer cared for her, he'd sell her body to the highest bidder and go back to just being the owner of a very profitable brothel.

       Anita had begun trembling when she heard the lock on the door being opened. When the light went on, revealing Hari, her eyes grew wide with surprise. He took his time approaching to add to her fright. He knew that she was terrified and in her mind his appearance boded no good for her. Hari could not resist reaching out and fondling one of her plump tits, making the fat lump of flesh bounce up and down as he moved his hand. Then still staring into her face he gave it a vicious squeeze, bringing a low moan from her. Then, as he ran his hand down to her dripping cunt and toyed with her fat clit, he spoke.

       "Is my hot-boxed whore ready for some more hard cock? My men can hardly wait to get their hands on your plump, juicy body and wring every drop of cunt juice from that nasty gash hiding behind this jungle of hair. You are no upper class lady, you're just a frustrated, sex-crazed, middle-aged woman who will happily spread her legs for anyone with a hard cock, and that includes your worthless son. By the way, he is still alive and the doctor is with him. It's my guess he'll be pumping his sperm into your hot cunt in less than two weeks. As for you, it looks like you'll have to be satisfied with all the customers I can send to you, plus my men and those special events featuring you, that draw such large crowds to see your degradation."

       As he teased her verbally, his fingers also added to her confusion. He had managed to get four inside her wet, dripping pussy and she was actually humping her pussy up and down to enjoy the sensation the friction was providing. Hari was amazed that after all she had been through todayand this evening, she still had sex on her mind. This was one special woman, despite her age and background. He became even more enamoured of her and vowed to break Anita's will and turn her into his plaything. He still had no idea of their ultimate destiny, but he was pragmatic about any relationship, he had many in the past and they all ended for  one reason or another. Many of them he could not even remember today, another proof that sex not love dominated in almost all relationships.

       The smell of sex began to envelop him as she mindlessly had sex with his fingers. He looked around and spied the water hose attached to a tap in the wall. That was just the ticket, something to both clean her off and calm her down. Anita sputtered and mumbled as the cold water splashed off her big tits and ran down her voluptuous body to seek out her pubic mound. He amused himself by directing the stream of water directly into her cunt, driving her into a frenzy as the cold water acted to damp the roaring inferno raging inside her fetid fuck tunnel. He hosed down her other side and then returned to her cunt so he could insert the hose into that humid canal and flood it with water that removed most of the cum that had been pumped deep into her cunt by the group that had just left the brothel. He finally stepped back and surveyed the shivering body of his star attraction. Now he wanted to take her back to his office and begin humiliating Anita to break her will.

       His instructions had been carried out to his satisfaction. A thick leather strap with studs embedded in about half its length was hanging from a hook on the wall where Anita couldn't see it. A swath of burlap hung beside it, just enough to cover Anita's torso down to the waist. Her broad, rounded ass and hairy cunt mouth would be on display as he marched her over to his office sanctuary for a session of humiliation, pain and sex. First he intended to use the strap to whip some of that water off her curves as well as punish Anita for her less than ideal peformance this evening.

       She never saw the first of many blows as the strap curled around her wide hips, sending a spray of water drops off her body and bringing a gasp from her. Before she could catch her breath, the strap crossed her shoulder blades, driving most of the air from her lungs. The third stroke landed on the base of her spine and she grunted in pain as the metal studs punctured some tiny areas in the ribbon of fat guarding the bone and muscle below. He had a grand time whipping her broad bottom. Again and again the leather ate into that plump ass, leaving a trail of swollen ridges in the skin. Now he stepped to the front and let her see what he was using. She started to wail and for that he whipped her tits savagely, forming deeper welts than those covering her bottom.

       He beat her with a machine-like rhythm, his arm never seeming to tire. Those big pillowy tits were soon swollen and evenly covered with welts, but no cuts. He targeted her nipples that were now stiff as glass and whipped them until they were nearly twice normal size. She screamed the roof down when he reached out and gave each swollen nubbin of flesh a good twisting. Then he whipped her protruding belly, moving up and down that jiggling bowl of flesh as she sobbed and cried for mercy. He was fully erect by the time he reached her pubic mound. Part of him wanted to replace the strap with his hard cock. He knew he was quite capable of holding her bum in the palms of his hands while his cock skewered that impossibly wet cunt, and his mouth sucked each tit and nibbled on her dugs. He decided that would be something to do with her at another session when he had plenty of time to accomplish many things aimed at humiliating and degrading her further.

       Whipping Anita's pussy turned out to be quite a challenge. Between her plump thighs and protruding belly, there was very litttle area that he could whip with the strap. He tried doubling it, and that was a little better, but still her cunt was relatively protected. He grew frustrated tothe point that he ordered his victm to pull her legs open so he had a better target. She tried, but was unable to hold that position, pulling her legs together the moment she saw him preparing to whip her gash. Hari even went so far as to hold one of her thighs away from her body and whipping her cunt mouth with his strap until his arm grew tired. That was not satisfying either, since her pubic hair and movements caused him to miss that fat-lipped slit more than half the time. He made a mental note to make sure that from now on, anytime she was due for a whipping, and that would be often unless she became more cooperative, her legs were to be tied so that her thighs were wide apart. To cap off his annoyance, Hari deliberately used the buckle end of the strap to land two terrible blows to her pubic mound, both leaving cuts.

       To his anger and dismay, Anita proceeded to faint from this brutal attack. He used the hose to revive her, then cut the whore down, watching as she collapsed in a heap before him. Minutes later she was on her feet, hands cuffed behind her back and the swatch of burlap thrown across her shoulders.He slapped her across the face twice, still angry at her response to the minor punishment he had just meted out to her. Anita was crying uncontrollably as he pushed her out the door ahead of him and directed her towards his office. She would soon realize that what lay ahead would make this little session seem inconsequential.

       Anita was so tired, sore and confused that she didn't even notice the two sawed off broom handles neatly located in front of Hari's big leather chair. Once the door to his office was shut and locked he quickly stripped off the piece of burlap partially covering Anita's torso. She stood there, blinking her eyes to make them focus properly. She watched as he seated himself, naked from the waist down, his cock stiff and ready for her. He pointed toward the area in front of the chair. It was then that Anita saw the two lengths of wood. She looked to him for assistance and he replied by pointing directly down at the broom handles and telling her to kneel on them. Tears began running down her cheeks as she contemplated her fate. It took her a number of tries before she managed to kneel on the two pieces of wood. Staying in one position soon proved to be impossible. She began to move in one or another direction to find another spot that wasn't so stressful. It was rapidly sinking into her consciousness that this was a torture as much as the beating she just received.

Suddenly Hari's strong hands had a death grip on her hair. She looked up at his stern face, wondering what he was planning to do to her. She didn't have long to wait.

       "You may be my star attraction, but like most women in your social class, you are quite deficient in many of the arts of the professional prostitute. I have seen the way you suck your customers' cocks, it lacks skill and fails to show an appreciation for this part of the sex act. Tonight you will be given a valuable lesson in the fine art of sucking a man's cock and bringing him off. As you can plainly see, the sight of your voluptuous body has already gotten me erect. This may not be the case in some situations, but that is for another time. What I expect from you is to suck my cock, taking as much of it in your mouth as you can. While it is inside, use your tongue to tease me and make sure that you apply as much saliva to it as you possibly can. That way when it comes free, it will be glistening and rock hard. Men love to watch their cocks being treated this way. Do it carefully, and to make sure you can  master the act, repeat it slowly until my cock has been sucked one hundred times before you make me cum in your mouth. If you fail to make me last, we will start all over again after I give you another taste of the strap for failing in this simple activity."

       Hari slapped Anita across the face a number of times to get her undivided attention. Finally she opened her mouth and tried to follow his instructions. The upper class woman failed miserably at her task. It only took a few tentative attempts to convince Hari that sterner measures were in order. He was angry and determined to teach her a good lesson even if it took the rest of the early morning. He yanked her to her feet and pushed her body against his heavy desk. Opening one of the drawers revealed a number of lengths of rope, which he used to tie her ankles to the desk legs in such a way as to spread her thighs wide, allowing easy access to her hairy cunt. He doubled up the studded strap and started on her big tits, covering them with fresh welts from top to bottom. He was fascinated by the way those big bags of fat jiggled and jounced with each blow he delivered. Anita's screams were soon stifled by a filthy rag from his desk, stuffed into her mouth and held in place by a small length of rope wrapped around her head. He could still hear her muffled gasps and grunts as he laid the leather to her with a fury that terrified the helpless woman.

       Finally he turned his attention to her fat-lipped cunt, which had frustrated him previously when he tried to give it a good dose of the strap. He made up for that failure this time, lashing that siren's slit over and over as she grunted and gasped, tears pouring from her eyes. He took a rest, but she had none. While he rested his arm and caught his breath, Hari worked his entire hand into that fetid grotto and explored it as her face contorted in agony. When he withdrew his soaking wet hand from her pussy it made a suctioning sound that hardened his cock still further. He could no longer resist, now using his hard cock that he rammed deep into her cunt, making her eyes pop from the strain he put on her well stretched pussy. It didn't take him long to begin to pump his seed into her fuck tunnel. He was surprised when Anita stopped struggling and began to match his thrusts with those of her own. This was a whore disguised as a lady, that was for certain. Hari finally pulled out and wiped his cock against her protruding belly flesh to clean off all the cunt secretions it had accumulated while he was fucking her.

       The brothel owner was still angry at the hold she seemed to possess over him. It was a sign of weakness and he could not tolerate this. He found the strap and resumed whipping her front side, concentrating on that now swollen, hairy cunt mouth and those big, bouncy, jouncy tits, with an occasional side trip to her meaty thighs and that pooching belly that on her appeared sexy. He was getting tired, but determined to break her will here and now. He untied her from the desk and put her on the broom handles once more, taking a seat and presenting his spent cock for her attentions. To his astonishment she attacked it like it was her favorite curry and she hadn't eaten in days. Anita did everything but inhale his rapidly hardening prong. He sat back and enjoyed the sensations her hot, wet mouth produced, while he speculated on what caused this metamorphosis in her personality.

                       ( To be continued - jethro jodhpur )