Puppet On A String by Lizbeth Dusseau Read Free Book Online Page A

string you up by your piercings. Give the boys a show. Oh, what a find you’ve been, Shelby Ryan, a damn fine masochist!”
           If she weren’t in so much pain she would have spit in his face. But the unabated sensations from the piercings made her desire to fight him fall away. To beg now would only encourage his lust for control. So, stoic and angry, her body venting sexual pheromones, she waited, trying to calm herself with measured breaths.
           He watched her carefully through the next sixty seconds, brow furrowed, eyes in wonder.
Shelby
could feel the pulse in his crotch. Perhaps more painful than the physical torture was knowing that she wanted that cock between in her lips, or in pussy, or even in her ass.
     
    One by one the needles were removed. More pain rifled through her body. More shooting stars behind her lids. More angry endorphins surfacing. More raw and grating discomfort deep inside her belly where even this turned sexual.  
           Jessup massaged her breasts when they were free of the needles and she moaned, her aroused body needed badly to come.
           “You are quite a challenge,
Shelby
. Makes me look forward to our next session.”
           Then he called to someone outside the cell and promptly three men entered, assisting as the ropes were untied and she was laid over the edge of the table. One by one, her pussy was taken. Two of the men fingered her asshole until she was sure that she’d be taken there too. But then they all slunk off after they spent themselves. Just Jessup and Shelby to pick up the pieces.
           “Why don’t you fuck me too?” she blurted out spitefully when he made no move to take her.
           “I’ll bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you? You pride yourself on being desirable. All females do. But just because my job is to make women like you suffer doesn’t mean that I want to use you too. There are other women for that sort of job.”
     
    ***
     
    She was draped over his desk, his juices still dripping from her pussy. She had come, her body having experienced another almost frightening climax. Even now, her belly felt the fluttering post-sex spasms. Every nerve in her had been awakened so that even a faint draft of air across her exposed pussy continued to arouse her. She heard the familiar sounds of him stuffing his cock back inside his trousers and she was about to rise.
           “Stay where you are!” he barked the command, and so she nervously clung to the desk, while he moved in closer to her and began smacking her ass with his hand. A frightful sting began to rise on her bottom. She strained to get away, but he held her down with his left hand firmly at her waist. When he finished with his hand, he picked up a wooden ruler from his desk and smacked her with that; the pain intensified. She had to bite her lip to keep from crying out.
           She thought it was finally over when he stopped and moved around to the front of this desk. But he was only there to retrieve a wooden paddle from his desk drawer.
           “Oh, sir, please!” she wailed.
           “You’ve kept quiet so far,
Shelby
, you keep that up and I won’t be too hard on you.”
           “Oh, but sir!” she cried, pouring out all the anguish she felt despite his instructions.
           Smack! the paddle came down against her ass and from that moment her plaintive cries turned into sobs. Firm, measured strokes followed, as if she was being righteously punished for some mistake, some fault. She wracked her brain to understand, but the agony became too great to even think. However, just when she thought he’d never let up, he paused for a moment to massage her burning ass cheeks with his hand, in the process bringing on an unexpected degree of arousal – something almost violently passionate. Pleasure poured down through her body, taking hold in a remarkably short time. Even when he began again with the