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Love of the Lash
By Tina Larsson
I turned around for maybe the thousandth time that night in a futile
attempt to find a more comfortable position. Sleeping was out of the
question as my naked body was resting directly on the cold stone
floor. I couldn't even huddle up in order to try warming myself. The
chains were secured to heavy bolts fastened in the wall and my hands
were chained behind my back. The chains attached to my ankles
were very short and so far from each other that I was left lying
spread-eagled, wide open and vulnerable. The only choice I had to
change my position was to either lay on my back (which hurt like hell
because I was lying with my hands and the handcuffs under me) or to
try lying on my side. This was also extremely painful as the short
chains attached to my wrists didn't allow me much room to move. This
made me jerk back and forth to the sides all night long, desperately
trying to find a not too painful position. Furthermore, the cold metal
cuffs were digging into my wrists and ankles all the time by my
movements and were galling my skin. What caused me the most pain was
the heavy iron collar which dug deep into my flesh and each movement
made it dig even deeper. I knew my skin had broken at several places
where the collar dug in and I was bleeding.
I had been left alone for hours now. Time didn't really matter
anymore. The pain was becoming more intense all the time and the most
painful part was not knowing how long I would be left. Yet I knew what
was in store for me very soon
and I was soaking wet! Yes, the pain
actually increased my lust and yearning. It was no coincidence that I
was lying chained in a dark cellar now. My whole body was
itching from yearning
longing for what I knew was to come. I knew I
had entered a bizarre and dangerous world long ago and God knows where
this would lead me. I only knew I had to continue walking the path
which I had started, no matter what happened.
What is a natural life? How do you define happiness? Who is to pity me
for what I am and what I have done? Yes, I did actively get into this
because I knew I had to. No arguments or warning could stop me from
doing what I really yearned for. I realize that I am no longer in a
position where I can change my fate or turn back. For me there isn't
any turning back any more. Yet, do I complain? No, on the contrary.
For the first time in my life I can say that I am truly happy. Let
others judge me as they wish. If I were to live my life all over again
I know I would make the same choice again, but probably a lot earlier
than what actually happened.
So sweet is the gift of utter submission. I have laid my life in the
hands of others and I know there is no way back. But why should you
pity me? Why should I want to be cured or rescued? No, the only thing
I crave is being led further into this world of pain and humiliation.
I always realized that you should listen to your inner voice to live a
happy and fulfilling life
to take the cravings of your body and your
mind seriously. Things never happen without a purpose. There was a
purpose for me going where I am today
and the purpose is becoming
more clear every day.
I could hear heavy footsteps approaching and a burning torch cast its
light upon the my naked body. One of the men put the torch in its
holder on the wall while the other bent down and started roughly
squeezing and pinching my pubic lips
then he found my clitoris which
felt like it would burst from the blood and the heat built up.
The tall and muscular man spoke in his native tongue to the other man
and they laughed sardonically. Although I didn't understand the words,
the message was very clear. The man continued pumping his
fingers in and out of me while his thumb was massaging my erect
clitoris. I couldn't help but moaning and crying from lust and pain
and my hips were gyrating as far as my shackles would allow. I
struggled desperately to meet his thrusts as he pushed his finger deep
into me. I knew what was to come and I wasn't
disappointed
he withdrew his fingers and then started pressing his
huge fist against my pubic lips. I tried to relax my muscles as best
as I could to facilitate the penetration but his roughness made me cry
out at the top of my lungs from pain and involuntarily my muscles was
drawn together, making his task so much harder. Yet he was very
determined and a very strong man and when he finally forced his fist
through my resisting pussy lips, I almost passed out from the pain. He
pushed himself all the way in and I was impaled
on his arm
he was fisting me furiously. My moans, cries and screams
echoed between the stone walls and while delirious from pain I heard
myself pleading:
"Yessss
harder
please
OOOHHH PLEEEASSEEE
. nnnnngghhhhh
; more
please
YESSSSSS!!!"
I was begging him to fist me like a perverted slut
"That's what I am" I thought, "a perverted, lusty slut
a fallen
whore who actually enjoys this
can't live without it
oooh please
split me open
fuck me harder
"
I didn't know if they could understand the words but they definitely
understood what was happening to my body. My screams was effectively
silenced as the other man grabbed my head in an iron grip between his
hand and forced his erect penis into my mouth. He forced my head back
as far as he could and started thrusting into my mouth. His tool was
huge and filled my mouth so I had to breathe through my nose.
All of a sudden I felt so comforted and safe
this was what I was made
for. The pain and humiliation made the adrenaline flow through every
vein in my body. I felt high and at the same time I felt utterly
happy. Tina Larsson of Stockholm, having for many years living an
unfulfilled life, was now being ravaged in the most cruel way by two
big, athletic men
and enjoying every second of it! I slurped and
sucked and my tongue leaped all over the head his huge tool. I could
feel him swelling even more in my mouth and his heavy balls were
beating at my chin every time he thrusted his member deep down my
throat. I was happy that he had apparently not ejaculated for a long
time, happy that he had saved this token of favour for me. I had
learned how to relax the muscles of my throat so I could take him deep
without choking and I longed like crazy for the moment he would
explode in my mouth and shoot his load deep down my throat. I was glad
that he held my head so firm I had no way of getting away from it
and
I knew that at the moment of his climax I would do all I could to milk
every drop out him and swallow it covetously. He would not have to
order me to lick him clean afterwards, either
I was just too happy to
oblige.
His thrusts became faster and harder and at the same time the other
man started pumping his fist in and out of me at a crazy pace.
Although my entire body was on fire from pain the adrenaline high was
getting more intense all the time and I felt dizzy from happiness. If
they were to fuck me to death
what a way to go! Suddenly I could feel
his trobbing member starting to swell even more, spasming and then
shooting its enormous load of warm, lovely come down my throat. I used
every muscle I could master to suck him dry and I swallowed greedily
as he shot load by load in me. At the same time I could hold it no
longer, the eruption had been building up over a long time and my body
started to shake from one violent orgasm after
another. I must have passed out as all of a sudden I felt myself
waking up from the darkness feeling so very happy and content
with a
very sore pussy and it felt like every muscle in my body was aching,
especially in my mouth and throat. First I didn't realize that the
cuffs had been removed from my ankles. I was lying
still on the floor, floating around on the waves of lust after so many
orgasms I could not count them. The wonderful salty taste of sperm in
my mouth reminded me of the happiness I had just experienced.
Before I knew it one of the men dragged me up by the hair and made me
kneel. I parted my legs as much as I could as I realized that my
ankles was free from bondage. Like the lusty slut I am I thrusted my
sex back and forth, hoping that my obscene invitations would inspire
them to do me all over again. The man who had fisted me approached me
while the other man held my shackled hands in a chain with one hand
and pulled furiously at my hair with the other. It felt almost like he
was going to tear it off and my head was drawn back. I could see the
eyes of the man in front of me darkening dangerously and without a
warning he swung his arm and slapped my face hard with open hand
again and again and again. I stuck my face forward as much as I could
to meet his stinging smacks and my head was thrown to the left and to
the right by each slap, as far as the hard grip of my hair would
allow. I knew these men looked upon Nordic blond women as sluts and
the movements of my sex had certainly not contradicted that
impression. I realized I was going to be severely punished now and
after what seemed like an eternity the man stopped slapping my face
and the man holding me dragged me to the wall. I was made to kneel,
sitting with my buttocks resting against my ankles, and naturally, I
pushed my legs as wide apart as I could. This was taken care of by one
of the men who jerked me up a bit and put a stick in the hollow of my
knees, fasting it with leather straps around my thighs so I couldn't
part my legs . Then he stretched my arms out as long as they would go
to the sides and chained them to the wall so my body was now forming a
cross. The stick was digging into my flesh and although it was painful
and uncomfortable I knew there was
more coming.
The man who had slapped my face picked a long bamboo cane out of a
great assortment of canes and sticks that were sticking up from a big
bucket and I presumed the canes were stored in some antiseptic liquid.
He swished the cane in the air before me and a few drops landed on my
skin. Whether it was an antiseptic or simply salt water, I realized
that it would increase the pain as the cane broke my skin. I knew they
were going on to phase two of my torments now
and who was I to try
stopping it? What could I do? And why would I ever want to?
I proudly pushed my breasts forward as much as I could, exposing them
for the vicious cane. My nipples were now erect and hard - from
excitement as much of the cold air. My tongue flickered nervously
across my lips before I spoke with my eyes lowered:
"Please punish me hard. Please hurt me! I am a slut and I deserve it."
As the man raised the cane over his head and brought it down with full
force; as I heard it whistling through the air and waited for the
impact of the slash my last thought was:
"For a woman like me there are no rights
no justice
"
Then my world explosed in a red cascade of stars before my eyes and as
every nerve in my body was filled with the most excrutiating pain, I
heard myself scream like a maniac.
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© Tina Larsson, 2001
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