Jacqui - Space Waif
Copyright© 2010 by Charm Brights
Chapter 39: ... And Again
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 39: ... And Again - Jacqui's life was hard as an orphan born in 2093. She went to a number of jobs which she mostly lost for petty theft, or refusing to co-operate with her boss. Along the way she learned to enjoy spanking. Eventually she ended up in jail with a three month sentence for petty theft
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Rape Coercion Blackmail Slavery Heterosexual Science Fiction Post Apocalypse Space BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Spanking Rough Humiliation Sadistic Torture Oral Sex Anal Sex Masturbation Food Caution Violence Prostitution
The very next evening, Karl came into Jacqui's Place again and demanded, "That Sarah should be working tonight. I want her to thrash tonight."
"Fine, Karl," said Jacqui.
Karl was somewhat taken aback that his demands were being met. Still suspicious he asked, "What will that cost me?"
Jacqui smiled and said, "Five hundred."
Karl exploded, "Five? Five? Again? She's only a tart and she costs five hundred credits a visit?"
Jacqui added, "There will also need to be a note of hand for five thousand in case you succeed in killing her."
She nodded to Greta who slipped out of the room to warn Sarah. Karl continued to mutter, but he wrote out the note of hand and paid over the money. Then Greta returned.
"If you'll come this way, Mistress Sarah will receive you now," said Greta.
As Karl went into the Entertaining Room he turned to Greta and said, "I wanted her ready shackled naked on that bench."
Greta just shrugged and left, closing the door behind her.
"Stop there. Down on all fours you dirty little dog," came the standard greeting to this particular branch of Hell, "You are a dirty dog coming here expecting to visit me, Mistress Sarah, offering to pay almost nothing; wanting to be thrashed for free, almost."
Again, Sarah was wearing her horned helmet and the leather and steel bikini, and had a whip in each hand.
"Down on the bench," she ordered in a voice that brooked no dissent.
"But I came here to thrash you," said Karl, "That's what I paid for and that's what I'm going to do. Now strip and on the bench or I'll..."
CRACK! One of the two whips curled round Karl's shoulders and knocked him part way across the room. As the pain bit home he buckled almost to his knees, but just managed to stay upright.
"Hey, that's not fair," he yelled, beside himself with rage, "I haven't got a whip."
Sarah decided to take a big risk, for big rewards, she hoped. She tossed one of the whips to Karl, and he caught it. Moving towards Sarah, he pulled his arm back to strike and...
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