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It was a soft and still night; the sun set just below the horizon painting the sky a grey-blue colour. I strolled through a somewhat safe area within the outskirts of the city looking for a specific alleyway. He said there would be a small blue cat painted clearly on a wall, and that I just had to search for it.

I had met this man online a few days ago in a chatroom for the kinky and perverted. I’ve had many sexual partners over the last few months, but something was just missing from all of them. Nothing about any of them gave me that one thing my heart just desired. And so, in my attempts to discover that one thing, I searched online and came across a chatroom filled with similar minded people, asking similar queries and promoting their own curiosities.

There I met a somewhat strange character, and he lived in my city. He promised me that he knew exactly just what I needed, and as those words were spoken to me my mind jumped and my curiosity took over.

The wind picked up slightly, blowing cool and fresh air on my bare stomach, sending tingling sensations across my lower body. I was clothed in a thin white crop top that cupped and tightened around my C-cup breasts; a few inches smaller and my under-boob would show. Cream coloured shorts, equally as small, squeezed and rounded my ass, emphasising my curves. I wore typical sneakers and ankle high socks. I was not the stylish woman, but a knew what to wear to make a man gaze.

I continued a little further down the street, a little worried about other pedestrians, but at the same time excited as nothing else. And that’s when I saw the blue cat on a wall. My breathing quickened for that little moment, and I held my pieced belly button in response, feeling the excitement create. Carefully, I walked down the alley; the light faded as I went further down.

Suddenly, a door opened wide next to me. My heart jumped and I pulled away, but not quick enough. A hand grabbed mine and dragged me inside. Emotions of fear and thrill was all inside of me. The hand was strong and firm. I gazed and a handsome faced man was leading me inside. 6’3 and shaved, clothed in regular street clothes.

He other hand cupped my mouth. I squirmed and wriggled but didn’t withstand. My desires overtook my common sense.

“It’s okay, don’t freak out.”

I couldn’t respond, even if I wanted to.

“I just want to show you that thing you said you desired so gravely.”

He looked back at me with an evil yet intriguing grin and lead me through a dimly lit hallway and through a door into another room.

Red brick walls and a concrete floor. The room was mostly empty for its size. Even light was vacant; only a few low-powered bulbs gave vision. I pointed my eyes to one wall of the room and saw a table full of equipment and tools. I couldn’t view them properly as the man continued dragging and pulling me.

His other hand swiftly removed from my mouth and grabbed my other hand, letting a moan escape my mouth.

“W-what are you doing with…”

I couldn’t finish my sentence before I was dragged down to floor. I hadn’t noticed before, but there were cuffs bolted into the concrete. Four of them, spread aside in a rectangle. He grabbed my left arm and pulled it to one of the cuffs. My instincts took over and I squirmed. Even with my all my strength I couldn’t stop him from cuffing and securing my hand into the cuff.

At this point my mind was racing and of full of a mixture of fear and horniness. *Why was I enjoying this? Why can I feel myself getting wet?*

He grabbed my right hand and pulled it out far to the other side. My legs wiggled and kicked, not achieving much in the end. My body was pulled out and before I knew it, my right hand was held to the floor, secured and restricted.

My heart rate picked up further at the wondered of being helpless. My chest was stretched out, completely vulnerable to a touch. My crop-top was pulled further out, squeezing my breasts and making my nipples pierce through the fabric. My mouth was opened, panting at the pleasure of being helplessly bound. It just felt soooo good. My arousal was steadily and constantly rising, making me wet.

Before I could collect my thoughts, his strong arms effortlessly pulled my left leg into its restraint, stretching out my boobs, stomach, arms and legs. Quickly, my right leg was cuffed, parting my legs and leaving my crotch vulnerable. The cool air gave my skin goose bumps and made my heart face.

*I was restrained, and it felt so fucking good*.

My legs, thighs, bare stomach and arms, all exposed. My mind fogged with pleasure and anticipation.

He grabbed a pair of scissors from the table and started cutting of my clothing. My mind was too fogged and blissed out to care about it. Before I knew it, I was bare naked. Exposed. Helpless. Consumable. With each heavy breath, my breasts fell outwards from my chest, shaking and wobbling. My nipples were hard from the air and my skin felt sensitive. My body trembled; my pussy was wet.

The man walked back to my head, lifting it up and quickly gagging me with a ball gag, strapping it tightly behind my head and without care. He stood up again letting my head fall to the ground and walked over to the table.

“This is what you were missing darling.”

I gazed up and saw him holding a braided whip.

And then it started.

Instant pain. *Instant pleasure*. I cried and moaned. Whip after whip, he began torturing me. Blow after blow. The sound of the whip beating my skin dialled up my arousal to beyond anything before. Again, and again, and again. Smack after smack.

He started with my belly, beating it over and over in the same spot until the pain was overwhelming. *Yet it felt so fucking pleasurable*. I tilt my head up, seeing the redness of my flat belly. *Slap! Slap! Crack! Whack!* My skin shook at the pain. At the pleasure. The sound of the whip had me shack. My whole body shook. I couldn’t avoid it. I was helpless. Tortured without a choice.

Minutes passed by and he moved to my boobs, leaving my fresh red stomach to rest and soak in the pain. He began beating my boobs even harder. *Holy fuck. Holy fuck. Holy fuck*. It hurt. It hurt so fucking much. He hit the left, and then the right, and then the left and continued fairly beating both of my breasts with all his might.

With each beat, my boobs shook. They wobbled and shackled. Cries and moans and screams attempted to escape my mouth, but the ball gag restricted my cries to myself. *Left, right, left, right, left, right*. I couldn’t take it. Oh, but did it feel great. Fucking incredible. Again and again. More and more. Until both boobs were pink red. My nipples screaming in agony and pure fucking bliss.

He stopped and walked back to the table. My mouth still moaned in pain, pleasure, and now relief. I bent my head upwards and I saw the red and pink and painful state of my body. *Fuck, what a sight.*

Before any recovering, he was back, down at my pussy. I couldn’t see anything. All I felt was a smooth object being placed at my clit. Rope suddenly wrapped around my waist and upper thighs, over and over and few times more. He pulled the rope tight, making me moan again and the heat of the friction. And that’s when I realised whatever was on my pussy is now tightly bound to me.

Then the vibrations and pleasure hit me. *And it fucking hit me.* Stuck to my pussy was a vibrator, powered to maximum. The pleasure pulsed through me. Nothing has ever felt this good. My body still stung from the blows as my eyes rolled around in my head in bliss.

He started beating me again, this time with a cane. Whipping and beating me mercilessly. The cane was so much more intense and stinging than the whip. Again and again. Each hit sent unbelievable pain through me. I couldn’t keep up. It was too much. I cried and screamed. Overwhelmed. My senses were overwhelmed.

*Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!*

*Holy fuck. Please! I can’t take this! I can’t!*

The pain. The fucking pain and pleasure. The cane stung me, over and over. So much fucking pain and pleasure. This was utter torture. I couldn’t think. My body squirmed.

A thwack to my left nipple, then the right. One to my thighs. One to my belly button. Another one. And another. One to my pussy. More on my boobs. Painting me in red pleasurable pain.

I came. My body overloaded. My back arched out in my cuffs and wriggled and squirmed and I screamed and came and moaned into my gag.

*More. More. More!*

The world was spinning. I couldn’t last any longer. I was gonna break. My mind was collapsing, and it felt too good.

The blows kept coming. Up and down my body he still tortured me. I felt the world falling again as a came again. My body violently and uncontrollably shaking. My eyes rolled back into my head from the infinite bliss.

And that’s when the beating stopped. My mind broken at this point. The utter pain throughout my body kept my senses alive. I was completely red now, and despite the pain, the vibrator kept going and I came again as pleasure pulsed through my brain and leaked out of my pussy, making me shake.

“Now that wasn’t too bad was it? I’m just going to leave you here to cum your fucking life out.”

I heard footsteps and a door shut close. I was helpless, naked, red in pain, cumming over and over and over. I felt my consciousness fading. This was it. This was what I needed all along.

NSFW: yes

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