Cutty

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Copyright 2006 by Bokkey.

Story by Bokkey

e-mail: bokkey2004@yahoo.com

Punished

As she had been trained, Donna first went to her room to prepare herself.  She undressed and showered quickly, then used a lubricated dildo to scratch the ever-present itch in her pussy and ass.  Next, she sat down to apply make up, a lot of make up this time to cover up her sleepy face.  It had been a long day for her -- much too long.

When she looked at the result of her quick make over, Donna was satisfied.  The thick black eyeliner, mascara and the red eye-shadow hid her sleepy eyes, and the panstik on her face with the red rouge on her cheeks even gave her a fresh, awake look.  As if she were almost blushing.  Donna had used gel in her hair to get it to look fresh and wild, to complete her hot, horny and ready to go image.  The oil on her deeply tanned skin did the rest.   She slipped into a see-through, short white robe.  Donna recalled the ‘no underwear’ rule and she left what she had on at that.  She looked at herself in the mirror, posed a bit, and thought she looked okay.   When she entered the guest room, Ninon was waiting for her, a whip and an old dog chain in her hand.

“Okay, I want to start to practice the new rules that you have been given," Ninon said, "and a chain will be necessary in coaching you.” 

Donna sighed and stood in front of the closed door not knowing what she was supposed to do. Before, she would have walked over to Ninon, fallen to her knees and licked her to an orgasm while she masturbated to several of her own as well.  But now, it was clear that she was obviously in for something new.

Ninon smiled as she looked with pity at Donna. “Oh yes, you haven’t read the new rules yet, have you?”  Donna didn’t understand what Ninon meant, and just stood still, awaiting further instructions.  Ninon walked over to Donna to inspect her from nearby. 

“Make up is okay. You’re getting better at it,” Ninon said as she inspected Donna’s face.  She took a step back and glanced at Donna's entire body.  “The pose must be more confident,” Ninon criticized.  “Stand like a model.  One foot flat; the other, on its toes.   Arms straight down.  And a smile on your face.  Breasts pushed up and out.”

Donna complied. 

“Ok, now let me look at you…”  Ninon inspected Donna a second time.  “Turn around,” she ordered.  Donna began to feel just as she had when she had been inspected at Ms. Brendan’s house.  She turned slowly, smiling, showing of her body as best as she could.  “That, you can do better. Again, and wiggle your hips more.  Take slow, small confident steps, and look at me as much as you can.   I don't want to see you staring off somewhere at the wall.  Move your arms with more confidence.  Do not let them hang like dead weight.”

Again Donna complied. She turned as she swayed her hips in short arcs, side to side, letting her arms move easily, looking seductively at Ninon.

“That’s better,” Ninon said. “Now this is how you present yourself from now on.  You have to seduce whoever is looking at you, the person you will have sex with, whether you know the person or not."  Ninon began to give more instructions.  "First, you hold the pose for a few seconds, then turn showing off your entire body, and at last come back to your pose again and hold it.   Your customer must have a clear and total view of what she or he bought. You need to invite him or her to use your body anyway they see fit.”

“Okay, now it's time for a critique.  You are much too decent.” Ninon pulled the white robe aside with the whip, revealing a naked breast. “For instance, you forgot to apply make up to your nipples and rub them until they were stiff.  Your nipples must always be erect.  Rock hard.”

“You have to really show how much you love having sex.  Dirty sex.  You are going to present yourself to each of your customers exactly for the kind of sex that each one wants. It will be difficult to know at first, but as you get repeat customers, you’ll find out their preferences and remember them.  Or you'll find out when they call you. Soon, you'll have a regular catalogue of sexual turn-ons.”   The whip caressed Donna's breasts and then drifted down to her belly piercing.  After Ninon silently played a bit with the short glittering chain that dangled there, she traced the whip across Donna's dark skin until the tip slid between Donna’s nether lips.

“Next time, this must be wet, much more then it is now.  The wetness should be visible from a distance, maybe even have it dripping down your thigh. But that depends on what your customer wants, of course.  For that matter, I've already taught you some of the things that Ms. Brendan wants to hear, wants you to do, and I will be teaching you new things that she likes.  You're going to become an expert in lots of new and disgusting acts, nasty new ways to satisfy your clientele, new ways to advertise what a slut you are.  From now on, you say exactly what the person in front of you wants to hear and you will make it believable.  Understood?”

“Yes, N… Mrs. Bondain,” Donna was uneasy; she didn’t know what would come next and feared for the worst.  Ninon's tone of voice was threatening.

“Ok, now for something new.” Ninon held the chain up for Donna to see. "Let's teach you how to walk on a leash.” Ninon wrapped the old dog chain around her neck. Donna felt awkward, but stood still.  The chain was cold and reeked of unwashed dog smell.  It wasn’t like the fetish pictures or movies that Donna had been ordered to watch where the chain was clean and shiny.  This was just a cheap dog chain for sale in any pet store, and a used one at that.  How this could this ever be erotic?

Ninon stepped back and looked at the setting in front of her, holding the chain.

Ninon nodded: “Okay. Now let’s walk.”  She tugged at the chain, forcing Donna to step forward.  Ninon moved towards the bed, and  Donna meekly followed, the chain dangling between them.

“There!  That was easy, wasn't it?” Ninon smiled, as they reached the bed.

“Yes, Mrs. Bondain.”  Actually it was kind of ridiculous. They had barely gone 10 feet.

“Now when I do this…,” Ninon pulled the chain down a bit, “…you kneel.”  Donna knelt in front of Ninon.  “And with this,” Ninon gave the chain a sharp pull up, “… you stand.”  Donna quickly stood again and fell back into her approved pose.

“Good.”  Ninon nodded her approval. “You're get the picture. Now let’s do a bit of walking and kneeling.”  For the next ten minutes, a weary Donna was paraded about the room, repeatedly forced to kneel and get back up at the pull of her chain.  She felt odd as she did so.  Ninon complimented her on her prompt reactions as if it were a difficult exercise that she was performing.  But it wasn’t, it was just weird, very weird.  She felt treated like a little child, the way she was made to walk, kneel, get up, and walk again. One or two times would have been enough to learn the simple routine but Ninon drilled the exercise long after it had become boring.  Donna knew better than to let that show.  She just parade through the room, walking neatly after Ninon, and kneeling with a smile at the slightest tug.  The dirty chain, its smell, if there was an erotic side to it all, Donna couldn't see it.  They finally ended back at the foot of the bed where Ninon hooked the chain to a post.

“Stay,” Ninon instructed and walked to the drawers in the corner.

“Yes, Mrs. Bondain,” Donna answered and stayed in her pose.

She watched as Ninon went through a drawer, and return with a handful of leather straps. When she stood before the humble Donna she smiled friendly and laid the straps on the bed.  Next she slowly caressed Donna's body again with the whip. Donna could feel the whip's end on her cheek, going down her neck, on her breasts, touching, rubbing her nipples.  She felt uncomfortable. Donna knew Ninon wouldn’t hit her for fear of leaving marks but still…

The whip glided down over her belly, which this time involuntarily shivered at the strange caress.  It made Ninon smile and Donna, just a bit embarrassed.  The whip came back to her belly button again, down across the front of her hips, just above her pubic region. Ninon played a bit with her sensitivity, she understood.  She was testing where Donna was still sensitive to touch.  From the front side of Donna's hips, the whip went down the outside of her left thigh and back up on the inside, ending once again at her vagina, or better, inside it.

“Spread your lips.  Show me if you’re wet.” Ninon rested the black leather tip just below Donna's clit.  Donna spread her legs a bit and pulled her outer lips widely apart with her hands, separating her inner lips too, revealing her pink inner flesh.  Donna couldn't help it; she was indeed reacting to the way the whip's gentle strokes. It aroused her, as did the pressure of the leather tip so close to her clit.

SWAP!

“Oooooouch!!!!” Donna screamed as she collapsed into a fetal position. “Aaaaah!!” she screamed again as she held her vagina and rolled on the floor in agony.  It burned!

“That is for disobeying the rules, little bitch,” Ninon said coldly, inspecting the whip that she had just used to hit Donna directly on her most tender flesh.  Donna didn’t hear what Ninon had said, still writhing in pain.  Both her hands were clutched tightly to her crotch.   She had been hit right on the terribly sensitive flesh inside her inner lips.  The pain was intense, even more so because it had been so unexpected.

“Enough of that,” Ninon chided after a moment.  By then, Donna had settled into a soft whimper, still in a fetal pose, rubbing her wounded pussy.   “Get up.”  Donna struggled onto her feet, tenderly rubbing her sore vagina and moaning from the pain.

“I can’t whip your skin because you have a special skin treatment scheduled for tomorrow.  But the inside of your pussy is just fine, and hurts even more."  Ninon snickered.  "Now first you thank me for correcting you.  You must always say "thank you" after a punishment; don’t ever forget that.”

Donna grimaced and managed to mumble a quiet “Thank you, Mrs. Bondain.”

“Okay, it’s a start.” Ninon nodded her approval. “You are still in training, so you still need to train on proper responses to everything.”  Ninon took both ends of the whip in her hands and flexed it into a bow.  “Stand erect and spread your cunt as wide as you can.  I'm going to whip you again.”

Donna hesitated.  The pain had been too much.  She had no intension of spreading her pussy open just so that Ninon could torture her. It was just too much.  Ninon saw her hesitation and smiled and shook her head. “Why so stubborn?  In the end, somehow you'll do as I say.  Either after threats or after being tied up.  Either way, I promise I will only whip you more.  Now do it!,” Ninon pointed at Donna’s vagina.

Donna looked at Ninon with tears in her eyes “Please…” she begged.  Ninon looked at her silently.   “Please no more, Mrs. Bondain," Donna pleaded, encouraged by Ninon’s silence.  “The pain is too much… I beg you…”

“Begging,” Ninon replied curtly, “is something that you do on your knees…”  At this, Donna quickly fell to her knees.  “… and second, you gave me no alternative punishment.  You do agree you have to be punished, don't you?”  Donna was lost for words for a moment. She looked up at Ninon and wondered what alternative punishment she might propose.

“Silent too long.  Get up!” Ninon said after watching Donna try to think for a few seconds.

“No please…” Donna refused again.  SLAP, SLAP.  Hard slaps from Ninon’s right hand made Donna’s face snap and forth, right and left.  It happened so fast that she was still caught up in her surprise when the attack was already over. The pain told her she had been slapped hard on her cheeks.

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“Get - up…,” Ninon hissed. Donna felt the pain in her cheeks as if they were on fire but she quickly got up.  Ninon had never hit her so brutally before. 

“You talk too much and do too little,” Ninon said. “You’re not showing proper respect, breaking the rules, failing to address people properly, and especially me.  Spread your legs…”  Donna couldn’t bring herself to spread her legs, even though she knew it would only make matters worse.  The pain had been so bad.

“Have it your way.”  Ninon got the leather ropes from the bed and returned to face Donna.  “Give me your hands,” she ordered.  Donna had mustered what little courage she had and refused.  “This is too sick.  I need to stop it!”  It was basic fear for the pain driving her to protest.

“No!” she shouted.

Even before Donna finished, the whip came down hard, right on her face.  In the next seconds, a stream of lashes came down on her as she cried out in pain and tried to protect herself against the whip.  When Ninon finished, Donna was crouched on the floor on her knees and ass, hands above her head for protection, screaming from pain and fear. And that was exactly how Ninon wanted her.  Within a split second, Ninon had strapped a leather rope around the raised hands, securing them tightly to one another.  The other side of the rope was attached to a pulley above the bed.  A remote started the tackle system, and Donna was roughly lifted up into the air.

“Installed this afternoon,” Ninon announced. “Together with the some other new items in the room.”  Donna dangled in the air, too busy with her pain to listen.  The whip had hit her face, her shoulder, her back, but mostly her arms.  All of them burned. 

“I told you that you would learn more about S&M; you just didn’t think it would be so soon, did you?” Ninon said as she grabbed a leg and fastened it with a leather strap to a hook in the floor.  The other leg followed and Donna was immobile, her legs spread wide open.

“Just a little bit tighter…” Ninon said as she used the remote to lift Donna a bit more.   Ninon inspected Donna who was recovering slowly from the pain of her most recent whipping.  She looked at Donna's face, where the whip had left a nasty red strip. She inspected Donna's arms and her back, where a few lashes had landed too. She walked away to the drawers again, and grabbed a bottle of ointment.

“This will ease the pain, and hopefully get rid of the red welts before tomorrow.”  Ninon rubbed the soothing gel on the Donna's injuries.  “If not, well…, we will just have to punish you some more for it.  After all, it was your disobedience which forced me to whip you.”  When she was done with the ointment, Ninon stood once again in front of the moaning Donna.

“You've got yourself in quite a situation, haven’t you?” She lectured “Strung up in your own house, naked, spread, pussy bear. Ready for punishment…”

“Please, Mrs. Bondain..” Donna tried to plead.

“Shhhh,“ Ninon said as she placed a finger on the lips of Donna.  “Too late for pleading now. You had your chance. Now just undergo your punishment.” Ninon went back to the drawer and picked up some clamps and a white thin rope. She went back to the sobbing Donna and felt up her pussy.

“Please Mrs. Bondain, …Please no…” Donna pleaded fearing the clamps and what was to come.

“It’s not wise to talk, that will just increase your punishment.” Ninon said as she inspected the lips. She pulled one outer lip out and applied a clamp.

“Nooo! Aaah! It hurts! Take it of please.. Mrs. Bondain, I’ll do anything you want!! Anythiiing!” Donna started to shout in pain.

But Ninon ignored her pleas and applied another clamp to the other out lip. “It is not wise to talk my dear.” Ninon said again, as she expertly attached a piece of rope to one clamp, and swung the rope tightly around her upper legs, just below her ass. The other end was secured to the other clamp, and the rope was pulled tighter, causing her lips to be stretched outward, opening up her vagina, exposing her inner lips.  Donna couldn’t stop shouting from the pain, and pleaded for Ninon to stop again and again, but to no avail.  Instead Ninon showed her two smaller clamps

“Guess where these go?” She said teasingly, looking Donna in the eye. Donna responded with another wail, and Ninon smiling pulled with two fingers on Donna’s left inner lip. “Let’s see how high you can scream, and test this soundproof room.” And with that the sharp clamp was attached to the sensitive labium. Donna indeed let out an ear piercing squeaking scream as the clamp sharp teeth dug inside the sensitive tissue. She was sure it went straight through!

“And squeal again.” Ninon said as she applied the other clamp, and Donna felt each teeth sink into her tender flesh again. She couldn’t help herself and screamed loudly, and twisted and bucked hard in her bondage. Ninon stepped back and watched her twist and turn and cry from the awful pain, a sick smile on her face. After a few minutes the pain somewhat subsided, or Donna’s pain level adjusted. Anyway Donna calmed down and hung in her bondage, panting hard, crying. The clamps still attached to her lips. When she looked down she saw the horrible clamps dig into her flesh. Even worse, the other lips were stretched outward, causing her inner lips to be stretched too. The small clamps on the inner lips therefore not only bit down in the inner flesh, but also pulled against the strain, causing even more pain.  Ninon stepped up to her and caressed her face, and looked her in the eye.

“Are you ok?” she asked gently.

“No…no.. it hurts…” Donna answered with her eyes closed, hoping Ninon would stop her torture now. She even responded to the gentle hand caressing her face by swiping her head against it. All to stop the pain.

“The rules Donna, you are forgetting the rules.” Ninon said as she knelt down and inspected the clamps.

“I’m sorry Mrs. Bondain, I’m sorry…” Donna corrected herself “Please forgive me, Mrs. Bondain, please stop torturing me Mrs. Bondain… Please Mrs. Bondain!!”

“Shhhh, don’t overdo it, that just gets me angry.” Ninon replied, as she tugged a bit at the clamps. “And how many times have I told you to be silent? You know it will increase the amount of whips you’ll be getting there.”

Donna went silent immediately, as she moaned from the pain, especially when the small clamps on her inner lips were touched. She saw Ninon produce a rope, and as she cried new tears she saw the rope being attached to the small clamps in a similar was as with the outer clamps. This time the rope went above her ass cheeks.

As Ninon slowly tightened the rope, thus stretching also her inner lips outward, she comforted Donna softly “You’re doing great. Just keep silent and endure this with some decency. You can do it.”

Donna just cried, as she felt the pain, and saw her lips open wide. She feared what was about to come, but knew that all she could do was to plead silently for mercy. Screaming out loud had no use, no one would hear her, and Ninon would just get angry, inflicting more pain on her. But the pain was awful, and consumed her whole body and mind. She flexed her body and rolled her head back in pain as the clamps with their sharp teeth stretched her lips. She never had felt such a pain, and the movement, position, her lips were forced into was unnatural. The outer lips stretch her flesh a bit downward, and now the inner lip-clamps pulled the already stretched skin upward. Even her clit was protesting as it felt the strain too due to its hood tightly pressing on it.  But as time passed Donna managed to keep silent, even though it took all her will power not to scream.

Ninon had stepped back to admire her handy work. She waited a while until Donna calmed down and looked her in the eye again. Due to all the pain Donna was sweating, crying, and her make up was a mess already. Donna was breathing heavily through her snotty nose, drool had come from her mouth a bit.

“Now, Donna, do I have your attention again?” Ninon finally asked with a smile. She was playing with the whip again, obviously to frighten Donna. And that worked. With big eyes moving between the whip and Ninon’s eyes Donna shook her head frantically in approval. Doing her best to be silent, biting her lips.

“Don’t be so frightened, my dear.” Ninon said as she positioned herself closer to Donna. She again stretched her arms and caressed Donna’s wild hair, her left cheek. Donna smiled humbly, and even kissed the hand in a useless effort to please Ninon. To plead for mercy.

“Good, very good.” Ninon replied “Humbly, submissive. You know you have broken the rules today. You know you need to be punished, right?”

Donna pushed her head against Ninon’s open hand some more, and nodded. Fear of what was to come overwhelmed her, and she pathetically tried to please her torturer.

“Let this be a lesson for you.” Ninon said “Never disobey the rules, and if you do, tell how you have to be punished. Be hard on yourself, else you will never learn, but remember, that is always better than the alternative. Now I will punish you, as you so unwisely decided, and that will cause you so much more anguish.”

Donna cried, and pleaded with her eyes for merci. But she nodded anyway, and braced herself for what she feared would come. She was surrendering.

A sudden sharp pain in her vagina followed, quickly followed by another one, and another, and another. Her world changed into one of pure raw pain as the whip merciless rained down a barrage of lashes on her stretched pussy. She vaguely saw the face of Ninon grimace with every whip. Donna felt her most tender flesh being abused. Her whole nether body burned from the pain, and Donna recalled she was screaming her heart out, but she couldn’t hear herself anymore. She just was out of control, her body just spasmed with every whip, bucking out of control, as she slowly drifted away. She fainted. 

When she woke up she was still hanging in the straps, and her vagina throbbed. She moaned softly as she felt her painful body. The straps had hurt her as she obviously had pulled hard on them, her throat felt soar from all the screaming. “How long have I been out?” She wondered as she looked down at her vagina. The clamps were still in place. She still felt them, though their pain was nothing compared to the pain she felt inside her vagina. She saw the teeth of the smaller clamps made her bleed, though not much. She lifted her head and looked around, and saw Ninon standing in front of her.

“Awake again?” Ninon said “Ready for some more?”

“No, please no, no more, please…” Donna whimpered as began to twist meekly in the bondage.

“You still have so much to learn!” Ninon said, and she hit her hard again between her legs. Donna screamed hoarsely, and tried in vain to move away from Ninon.

“Now let’s try that again,” Ninon said as she held the whip with both hands and looked down on the crying Donna “Ready for some more?”

Donna shook her head no, as she frantically tried to understand what it was she was supposed to do.  “Please, mrs Bondain, please no.” she tried, hoping that adding the name would help her.

“It is too late to disagree.” Ninon explained, and with that she whipped the red and burning vagina of Donna some more. Donna screamed again, until she was out of it again.

When she woke up again Ninon was still there with the whip. She probably had been only gone for a few moments. 

“You must be a bit harder on yourself. You faint way too easy.” Ninon said, mocking Donna. “Now tell me, ready for some more?”

“Yes! Yes!” Donna replied.

The whip landed on her soft tissue again and again. Donna didn’t faint but screamed her head off from the pain.

“Please mrs Bondain, no more, please mrs Bondain, no more!!” She said when Ninon was finished. Donna had slumped in the ropes, head down, defeated.

“Not what you should say, my dear.” Ninon kept on correcting her.

“Please mrs Bondain, anything, anything you want.” Donna said desperately. She really couldn’t think of what Ninon wanted her to say, she just wanted the pain, the awful pain to stop.

“I want you to stand up and push that pussy of yours out, and tell me you’re ready for the punishment.” Ninon instructed.  Donna lifted her head. She wished Ninon wasn’t serious, but when her eyes met Ninon’s she knew she was. She hung her head back and breathed deeply.  “Don’t think, just do it, she will whip you, but she will whip you more if you don’t.”  She repeated it to herself over and over again, as she slowly raised her body as much as the bondage allowed, and pushed her hips forward. She saw Ninon approved with a small devious smile. It encouraged her for the next step.  After some more deep breaths, and blocking out all thoughts, she finally could say what she was told to say.

“I … am ready for punishment, .. Mrs Bondain.” She said with her eyes closed.  She stiffened as she expected the whip to come down on her immediately.

“Look at me when you say that Donna.” Ninon said as she carelessly swung the whip through the air. 

Donna opened her eyes, looked with fright at the movement of the whip, and quickly locked her eyes on Ninon’s.  “I am ready for my punishment, Mrs Bondain.”  She said, trying to sound as sincere as possible, her voice trembling. She bit her lip as she prepared herself for the whip again. Tears sprung in her eyes.

“And you agree you deserve to be punished?” Ninon asked, as she looked herself at the swinging the whip. She obviously enjoyed tormenting Donna, bringing her down, making her beg.

“Y-yes, Mrs Bondain, I deserve this punishment.” Donna said, looking her in the eye. The humiliation she felt, the cowardly betrayal as she submitted just to avoid the painful slashes was overwhelming. But she couldn’t bear any more, she was defeated.

“And why?” tormented Ninon Donna further.

“Just get it over with!” Donna thought as she felt humiliated to the bone.  She knew Ninon was abusing her, destroying her self-esteem deliberately.  Forcing Donna to degrade herself.  And she had to admit she was truly submitting, mindlessly.  “I've never felt like this, degraded into a helplessly begging plaything.  I know that right now Ninon can make me do anything.”   The pain she felt from her vagina reminded her not to try anything other than what Ninon wanted.  Donna sighed and answered the question.

“Because… because I didn’t follow the rules correctly.  Because I didn’t go to the gym, ... didn’t apply make up to my nipples,” Donna summed her failures up.  She realized she was holding her  breath, waiting to see if Ninon would whip her. 

Ninon stared back at her for a few silent moments.  “There is one more thing you didn’t do; something I want you to say out loud,” Ninon said.

“It has to do with this whip.” She gave a hint.

Donna looked at the whip, and tried to think what she meant.

“Because I didn’t asked to be punished, Mrs. Bondain. Because I didn’t offer a punishment for myself.”  Donna added quickly, her eyes questioning Ninon. Did she get it right?  Involuntarily, she prepared herself to be lashed on the pussy another time.

“Great!” Ninon said, and she even gave a brief applause.  Donna gave a short nervous smile, as she thought she was expected to do. At least, she had begun to understand how she was being made to respond, which was a first step into dealing with her new situation.

Ninon moved towards her and Donna braced herself for what was to come, closed her eyes, and stiffened her whole body.  Surprised, Donna began to shift as Ninon loosened the strap around her wrists from the ring above, making her fall backwards on the bed.  As her ass hit the bed, the ropes that ran around her hips were tugged on, making her scream in more pain again when the clamps pulled at her already stretched lips.  But the pain was far less than the lashing had been. 

While Donna tried to cope with her pain, Ninon untied her legs.  Donna used her bound hands to softly massage her vagina, and to ease the ropes back in their position and relieve the clamps savage bite.  Every touch of her pussy hurt her.  The tissue had been beaten raw and was hyper-sensitive.  She carefully inspected the area, and checked to see if she was bleeding.   The wetness on her hand wasn’t blood, which relieved her somewhat, though she suspected she did have some small wounds there.  Donna was also happy her torment seemed to be over.  Submitting to Ninon’s wishes without question had been her best option indeed.

“Now here is what we’ll do.” Ninon said as she walked around the bed and climbed on it. “You will gently masturbate yourself to an orgasm while you lick me to a shattering one.” She crawled up to Donna’s face, undid her panty and threw it aside. She positioned herself spread and on her knees above the face of Donna.

“Let’s go.”

And with that Ninon lowered herself on Donna’s face.  Donna tried to comply, but her first serious touch to her bruised nether region inflicted a jolt of pain. And as she tried again, the pain didn’t get any less. Donna knew her problems were mounting and getting worse. How could she masturbate if she could barely touch herself?

Donna felt carefully with gentle fingers the area around her vagina to find where she might touch herself without inflicting more agony.  She pushed the hood over her clitoris and pushed it gently down, trying to influence her clit with it but it was no use.  Pain had dulled her clit and when she pushed harder, or went lower, the pain became unbearable.  Meanwhile Ninon covered Donna's face with her vagina.  Donna decided it was best to start servicing Ninon and lick.  She knew from experience Ninon always took a long, long time before she would come, so Donna was going to be busy tending to Ninon's needs for a while.  Maybe in time her own vagina would ease down.  Getting herself off fast would be the least of her problems. Donna softly kissed Ninon’s vagina, pushed out her tongue to touch the lips, starting the job at hand.  At least Donna could do that with no problem.  By now, Donna was an expert when it came to Ninon’s pussy.  She strolled with her tongue around Ninon's curly flesh, making it wet.  Donna ended at the top, where she had to stretch her tongue to play with the ring that ran through the  hood of Ninon's clit, stimulating her clitoris only indirectly.  Ninon wasn’t really helping.  She didn’t roll her hips, just hovered above Donna’s face. Her clit was out of reach for now.  Next it was down again, right in her mouth, following the same path.  Only this time Donna pushed her tongue as far as she could inside Ninon's vagina.  Feeling, tasting if it was already producing its own wetness.  But it was too early for that as Donna had come to learn from hard experience. Donna moved down and  made sure she worked her tongue on the area between pussy and asshole. Alternating her tongue to enter first Ninon's vagina and then her asshole, and then all over again. 

The problem was that her hands were tied and she couldn’t use her hands to separate Ninon’s ass cheeks for better access.  Her tongue ended up searching its way to the unseen hole.  Donna did manage to find it.  Up again, she gently bit the fleshy labia repeatedly, followed by a gentle stroke with her tongue.  She made sure she switched between the lips, so both of the inner lips were treated equally.  Ending by the clitoris again, she wiggled the ring as fast as she could with the tip of her tongue, that still being all she could do.

“I don’t see you touching yourself.” Donna heard Ninon say above her.

Donna heard the whiz of the whip through the air and knew she would be whipped if she didn’t follow up on the instruction immediately.  She had held her hand between her legs, hoping she could fool Ninon.  She couldn’t.  She braced herself and forced the tip of her finger to touch her battered clit, or better, the clit hood.  The pain made her squirm, and any touch made her want to cry out.  She forced herself to touch her clit again and again, making her moan from the pain. The clamps had stretched the hood tightly over her clit, and the lashes had made it all super-sensitive and painful.

“I don’t feel you licking me.” Ninon warned her.  Reminded, Donna forced herself to start licking again, and her tongue reached for the labia dangling above her. 

“And now I don’t see you masturbating,” Ninon criticized...  Donna braced herself again as she touched her own vagina again.  She had to find a place she could touch that didn’t distract her too much so that she could pay more attention to muff driving.   Donna carefully, with much pain, readjusted the ropes so that her clit would be free because the the hood wouldn’t be stretched so much.  As the waves of pain hit her, Donna forced her head up to scream inside Ninon’s vagina.  That way she stayed busy eating pussy in a way, and muffled her embarrassing squeals of distress.  When the pressure on her clit subsided, she gently touched the sore spot.  She was relieved when there was not all that much pain.  The new way in which the ropes had been tied was added torture enough. The rope pulling the clamps of her inner lips in opposite directions stretched them now even more, be it somewhat more in the same direction as the ones on the outer lips.   This made her pain focus on just her stretched inner pussy lips instead of the pull in different directions.

At least now Donna had a spot she could stimulate without pain.  Donna could obey Ninon and do what she had been told to do, licking Ninon and masturbating herself at the same time.  It was still difficult as she soon found out.   Her clit hood was supersensitive and she could only touch her clit with her fingertips and then only very lightly. Avoiding the hood. With all the distractions, Donna felt lucky when her juices started to flow right away.  Her pussy juice had already started to seep out in response to the pain.  But this seemed different.  Her vagina was producing these juices; it seemed to Donna, as a kind of Pavlov reaction to the very idea that she wanted to masturbate, even when she could barely stand to touch herself.  Donna noticed that her automatic arousal softened the pain a bit just as she had hoped.   Touching anything else was still impossible. The clamps made themselves noticed as she moved her hips and the rope cut into her skin between the bed and her ass.

Donna had to raise her hips constantly into the air, which was putting a strain on her tired legs, especially on her thighs, as her feet were on the ground in front of the bed.   Her tied hands unfortunately couldn’t caress her breasts and clit at the same time.  Faced with a choice, Donna plunged her fingers into her vagina.  She tried constantly to force a second hand to enter her vagina for more needed excitement but the tender flesh still complained, no matter how much juices flowed.   All she had to go on was tapping her clit as fast as possible, which she did alternating between her fingers, and hands.

At the same time, Donna was having difficulty in keeping her attention on all she had to do. The pain was one thing which interfered with her thoughts whenever the clamps or her fingers created a jolt of pain after she made a ‘wrong’ move.  That was very bad because it made her loose her arousal.   Donna would have to start over again, tapping her clit again, thinking up another sexy fantasy.  She used Robert as her fantasy stud but Ninon's orders repeatedly brought her back to her humiliating situation, distracting her.  Getting and staying aroused was becoming even more difficult.  It took all of Donna's will power to focus on sex, sex with Robert, eventually just sex for its own sake.

Another disturbance was the caressing of the whip.  It frightened her so much. Ninon let the whip glide at times alongside Donna's inner thighs, across her hips, teasing her nipples. She felt her body shiver almost everywhere the whip passed.  She had never experienced anything like it.  If the whip touched her inner thigh, that part reacted immediately with rapid muscle contractions, and it was the same with her belly, her nipples became harder the moment the whip touched them gently.  It was as if her body had a physical reaction all of its own to the whip.  The feeling was odd, not really sexual.  It was more pure animal fright, a kind of fear she only had felt when she had been very young.  The pure fear of something scary and awful, something that could not be avoided and from which there was no escape, something unbeatable. She was surprised she felt such fear, surprised how it took over as the whip touched her.

Donna did manage every time to get back to the job at hand, no matter how frightened she was. Ninon didn’t use the whip on her anymore, except the gentle touching, fondling of her body parts. This made her eventually relax just enough to focus on her masturbation and licking, and getting results. Donna also forced herself to keep tip-tapping on her clit, no matter what happened. She found out that was the fastest way to get back into it again. 

Quickly, her body would move beyond the pain. Once she had her mind locked tightly on sex again, Donna was ready to please Ninon and herself again. She used her free hand to very softly caress inside her pussy, first spreading the flood of lubrication so that everywhere was wet.  Next, she softly touched everywhere, searching for places where it was painless...  It took patience but soon her now expert fingers found spots in her bruised pussy that allowed her touch.  Donna started slowly to work on entering her vagina without pain.  She wanted a few fingers inside for extra stimulation and she knew that part was not in pain. Couldn’t be.

Meanwhile, Ninon’s pussy, hovering above her, had finally begun to react, and she noticed from Ninon’s increasingly urgent hip movements, and the tone of her voice, she was getting aroused. Finally!  Donna was now encouraged to speed up her licking, her nibbling on Ninon’s labia.  Donna focused now more on her clit, with its ring right through the hood, and the region all around it.  Ninon now pushed her clit frequently into Donna's face and sometimes right into her mouth as she grinded slowly.  Donna used those moments to push her flat upper tongue on the clit hood, making sure the cold gold ring was forced to roll over her clit. Or she used the tip of her tongue to play with Ninon's clit hood, pushing it aside, revealing the stiff clit itself, which she then expertly licked, teased with the tip of her tongue.  At times Ninon moved forward; she shoved her tongue deep inside Ninon’s vagina. She disliked this the most as it was at these times she really tasted Ninon’s juices, when the slimy substance covered her tongue, and, as Ninon got more excited, even Donna's lips, her chin. Also it forced Donna's nose to push against Ninon’s asshole through her ass cheeks, which was just disgusting.  As Ninon became more and more aroused, she rolled her hips over Donna’s face and forced Donna to kiss and lick her asshole directly.  Donna used a lot of spit on her tongue to make sure she didn’t really taste it, though that was almost impossible.  Sometimes her tongue was forced right into it.  When that happened, Ninon made sure Donna felt the whip just a bit harder, rougher on her skin.  Donna knew than better not to hesitate, and dove in, stretching her tongue deep inside Ninon’s asshole.  She hated to admit it but Donna had done this many times before so she was used to it more or less.  She had taught herself to focus more on a fantasy Robert banging away at her pussy at these times.  If she drifted away in her mind, it was doable. And even though that had been hard, very hard in the beginning of this session, by now (and it felt like ages had passed) she could do it, even if at times she was brought back to reality.

As Ninon started to moan louder and louder, and grinded her hips more and harder on her face, Donna focused more and more on increasing her own stimulation. She frantically started to tap her clit faster and faster, using as many fingers as she could.  Rubbing it was still not an option. She must have been hit hard over there as every effort caused a huge wave of pain.  Her other hand had two fingers rammed inside her vagina, and she gently, carefully moved them up and down, making sure she didn’t touch anything else with her hand.  The area around the entrance was the most sensitive, painful place.

The effort she put in it had its result, and her own moans soon joined Ninon's. They both were now humping and enjoying the moment of upcoming ecstasy. Donna was now so much aroused that even she grinded her hips. The pain the clamps caused at those moments were now merely annoying.  Her sweating body finally had reached a state where it didn’t matter anymore.  Frenzied, Donna licked with great enthusiasm at Ninon’s nether region, biting her thighs, her ass, nibbling on her sensitive lips, and always coming back with her tongue to lick on her aroused clit.  Ninon was coming and she pushed her clit hard down into Donna's mouth, who rolled it with her tongue around to stimulate the clit with its ring.

“YES, YES!!” Ninon shouted as she climaxed.  Ninon bucked shockingly as she enjoyed the orgasm, moaning loudly, scratching Donna across her breasts with her nails.  Donna herself frantically touched her own clit to achieve her own orgasm, as her face was drowned in Ninon’s juices. As she did she felt pain too, as she was too rough on her vagina, but it didn’t stop her from climaxing too. It wasn’t a shattering one as Ninon’s; it was an odd one.  True, her juices squirted a bit, but even that hurt.  The pain made the usual afterglow of an orgasm slip away quickly. Much faster than usual. She experienced ecstasy alternating with sharp waves of pain.  The over-sensitivity she usually felt after an orgasm was was now causing pain it seemed.   

Ninon meanwhile slumped forward, then rested on her arms in order to raised her hips and herself from Donna.  She was breathing heavily for a while, and then she slumped sideways and got up from the bed.

“That was good, Donna,” Ninon complimented as she pulled her panties on again. “You managed to come despite the pain.”

Donna was also back into the real world, together with its pain. The sedative feeling of the orgasm was gone; the pain, back in full force.  She had been too rough on herself and she was paying for it.  She moaned in pain and squirmed on the bed.

“Yes, it hurts doesn’t it?” Ninon smiled as she looked at her victim thrashing in pain. “When you stimulate yourself, the pain is pushed back but now it will come back even worse.  After all, you messed with a wounded area.  Whipping inside a pussy will cause pain for several days, you know?”

Donna heard Ninon speaking but she was in too much of a in panic as the pain became worse. And touching herself wasn’t an option; she didn’t know what to do.

“Let me help you a bit.” Ninon said when she saw the pain Donna was in. She walked over to the drawers and came back with more leather straps and a ball gag. She turned and showed the items to Donna.

“It won’t ease the pain, but you can bite in it, and scream as loud as you want. Some people find that a relief. At least I will when I don’t have to hear your pitiful screams anymore.”

She walked up to Donna, lifted her head and shoved the gag in during one of Donna’s screams.  Donna muffled something, but didn’t resist the gag being strapped tightly in place. It would be useless anyway she knew.  Instead she did bit hard on the gag and found out that it did help somewhat.  Biting distracted her from the awful pain.  Ninon pulled the helpless Donna to the side of the bed, where she unstrapped her arms, only to bind them back together behind her back at the wrist.  She pulled the leather strap up with the pulley, forcing Donna to bend forward at the waist with her face resting at the foot of the bed.

“This is how you will spend the night.” Ninon explained. “Uncomfortable as punishment and unable to touch your pussy. And if you want to rest your legs, you can kneel on the bed. That will of course stretch the ropes around that fat ass of yours, causing some additional pain to your cunt, but hey, life is full of choices.”

With that she left Donna to clean herself  Donna indeed knew she was up for  a hellish night. Even the slightest movement of her legs inflicted pain in her vagina.  She would probably be up all night. When Ninon returned refreshed, she left the door to the hall open, turned off the lights, and stepped into the warm bed.

“I turned off the heat so it will get chilly a bit. We have to save energy, right?” she said, adding more misery to Donna’s already grim situation “And don’t forget: tomorrow you have your appointments, first the dentist, next the skin treatment. And after that at night a private party at Mrs Brendan’s house. You’ll be quite busy, my dear. Goodnight.”

Donna muffled something back as she tried to plead Ninon to help her but it was to no avail. As she felt the cold slowly creep into the room, she heard Ninon sleep gently, underneath the warm sheets.  Donna started to feel cramps everywhere and was forced to move into different painful positions. She frantically looked for a position with no pain, only to find out all positions were equally painful in time.  She finally fell asleep exhausted, kneeling on the bed, resting her body on it, and having her arms up and in the air.  Her labia were stretched the most in this position but her legs just couldn’t take it anymore.  The cold dulled her pain some, especially as her most injured flesh was completely exposed to it. Donna was just happy to drift away, even though it was probably only for a short time.