Chapter 5

These must be whipmarks, the bearded man said, tracing the faint streaks on the girl's buttocks. He was reclining in the sofa in front of the open fire, his feet on the coffe table, naked but for the open shirt and the socks. Most probably a belting, he added. Have you always been this hairy? the girl said. I didn't know crocs were hairy. He chuckled. You like it? And why only in the ass? Some day I might tell you, he said.

She curled up with her head in his knee. Do you get off on it? he asked. Being whipped? I didn't get an orgasm, if that's what you mean. It was a first. It was? the man sounded surprised. But it turned you on? She buried her head in his groin. Yes or no? Yes. Ever got spanked as a kid? Not really, I had a fantasy about my daddy spanking me, teasing him, you know, but I'd run to Mom if he ever had.

You will soon be whipped, the man said. Yes. The girl bit her lip. Tell me when you're ready, he said.

She fondled his cock, cuddled, licked at the head. It was as soft as a puppy in that coarse bush. She weighed his balls in her hand. How does it feel to have a cock? she murmured. Oh, he's a rather wilful companion, he said. Like a dog, sniffed you already when you passed the gate. On that party? She giggled. He seems fed up with me now, she said.

It's not the whipping, it's the situation, she explained. He probed her mouth with his thumb. Of course it is. For me it's not the fancy stuff, it's you. His cock was growing, unfolding. You like me helpless? said the girl. I am not that sure who runs the show, he said. He pushed against her mouth. Open up.

She parted her legs for him. Are you a wet little girl, he mumbled. I should have you tied up under my desk at the office, would you like that? Uh, went the girl. Or tied up by the urinals in the shop, if the boys wanted some relief on the night shift. Uh. Or if they just needed another one. You'd love that, right? Uh. She had taken all of him now, her nose eager in the bush of his groin. Saliva trickling down on the sofa. You're the born cocksucker, you could feed on sperm.

He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off. Easy now, he said. Don't try to bring me off. We have work to do. What do you say? She cleared her throat, all flushed: I think I'm ready.

She was stripped naked in the dark hallway and left standing there, legs parted, hands on her back. The house was chilly and she got goose pimples on her thighs and arms waiting. He took his time.

When he arrived he was dressed in black leather, vest and chaps. His grizzled beard and hairy body went well with his stocky build. His cock and balls looked heavy. He carried a bull whip. The girl wetted her lips, her eyes shifting from the bull whip to his growing erection. I thought you didn't... she began. It's your fear I want, girl.

He kissed her and probed her ass with a finger. Fuckable now, you are. He shoved two fingers in up to his knuckles. The girl was sucking his tongue, moaning.

Start walking. Yes, you'll walk fine with fingers up your ass. To the left. She had a funny gait now, on her toes, straddle-legged. Up the stairs.

Halfway up the stairs he force her down on her elbows, put the head of the cock at her worked up, puckered little hole and pushed all the way in. The girl cried out. See what I mean, he said. In the future men won't have to fiddle around any more. When they see you around, they just grab you by your neck, turn you around, raise your skirt, shove their hard cocks in, dump their load and walk.

Yes, her voice was ragged. Yes. Go on.

You will be the talk of the town. There's the little ass whore. And you will be out there on the street wagging your tail in that skimpy little skirt, because you can't help it. The truckdriver beckons you, and seconds later you're impaled on his rod. Scram, he says, and you leave with his cum running down your legs. When night falls and men start finding you repulsive you have to seek out the bums in the docklands, they will throw you over the garbage cans and take turns on you, you will be on your knees for the ugliest and dirtiest of them all, to get their cocks up...

The girl was on the brink. He held still. Please, please... He withdrew carefully not to trigger her and turned her around. She was blossoming. He slapped her hard, to unwind her. Why? she cried. You're not supposed to come all over the place. Now you know what to do.

The girl obediently began to clean him up. Don't forget the balls, he said.

When her pulse rate was down they resumed their climb. There were two rooms with sloped ceilings in the attic, one on each side of the landing. The man opened the left door.

It was a nice warm room, the maid had lit the candles and a fire was burning in a small iron stove. The floor was covered by a creamcolored carpet. On the sidewall was a book shelf and by the window refreshments were available on a tray. What caught her eye was the huge, black brass bed and the mirrors. She saw herself reflected from every angle and from above, pale and tiny compared to the sturdy man in leather at her side.

It's sound proof, he said. I didn't know you had a room... she began. I haven't. He cut her short. In here you should only speak when requested to.

On the bed was laid out accessories, furtrimmed leather bracelets, whips, ropes and a number of things the girl had never seen before. He went down on his knee to fasten the bracelets on her ankles, then proceeded with her wrists and with a collar around her neck. He put his arms around her and locked her arms behind her back.

She got up on her toes to have his cock beween her legs. Fuck me. He put a finger on her mouth. I told you to shut up, and I mean it. Just stand like this, legs apart.

He went to the door and called out: She's ready.

The woman who entered the room was tall with greyish, cropped hair, dressed in leather corselette supporting her breasts, long black gloves, her long legs clad in black silk stockings and with high-heeled shoes the girl would hardly be able to stand in, let alone walk with. She smelled of perfume. Hello, little filly, she said.

The girl turned pale. So, you recognize me? The woman went straight up to the girl and pushed two fingers up her cunt. More than ready, I'd say. If she won't cream on the cross, noone will.