Raven clung to the pole as if it might offer her vulnerable body
some refuge from her Master’s whip. She held tightly to the
straps that tied her wrists and pressed the ancient wooden pole
with her knees. She closed her eyes as tightly as she could and
turned her face away from Coyote. And still the blow came down on
her exposed back.
Coyote took the time to admire the sight of his trembling
suspended slavegirl. The bottoms of her bare feet were dirty; her
legs and ass perfectly shaped. He could see the muscles straining
in her arms and back as she pulled at the straps that held her
arms above her head. Then he stepped forward and brought the whip
down across Raven’s back.
Raven’s self control was consumed by the first caress of her
master’s whip. Fire raced down her back as the blades bit into
her shoulder, back and the upper curves of her ass. Her body
tried to retreat from the sharp stinging pain, but her violent
wincing only served to rake her nipples across the rough wood of
the post. And in the midst of those physical pains, Raven’s body
betrayed her further and arching her back, she began grinding her
wet cunt against the pole, where the same action by so many bound
girls over the century had worn the wood smooth. That bit of
pleasure warred with that pain in her back and the slave tried to
force all of her awareness into that pleasure as she waited for
the second blow.
Coyote watched the girl writhing and rubbing her pussy into the
post. A swath of pink skin abraded by the whip now marred her
back. He listened to her breathing and didn’t know if her moans
were from pain or ecstasy.
After a few more strokes of her master’s whip, Raven’s back was a
uniform shade of pink crossed by a few thin red welts. But the
girl no longer registered the heat in her back as pain as she
humped the pole desperate for release. The rubbing of her tits
and hard wrinkled nipples against the rough wood was now a
deliberate search for sensation.
Coyote again had to resist the urge to take his slave down and
fuck her as she was. He stepped behind her close enough to smell
her arousal and feel the warmth emanating from her body. She
moaned softly as she continued arching her back and struggling.
But she didn’t struggle against her bondage; she struggled to
press more of her flesh against the hard wood.
Dropping his whip, he put his fingers in Raven’s hair and pulled
her head back. Her mouth opened in a silent moan as Coyote
lowered his face to the side of her neck and kissed her lightly.
His other hand reached up and roughly grabbed Raven’s breast,
squeezing and kneading it hard with his strong fingers. She felt
his open palm on her raw nipple, then his fingers closed around
her pulling at her tit until the nipple was caught between his
finger and thumb and Coyote pinched hard. Even as he hurt her,
Coyote’s touch added to Raven’s desire to come. Then his hand was
sliding smoothly down her belly and interjecting itself between
the swollen lips of her wet cunt and the pole. She shuddered as
his middle finger slid along her clit and between her labia into
her pussy and she cried out as she came against his hand.
Raven’s cunt contracted around Coyote’s finger as he slid it into
her. Her wetness flowed around his finger into his palm and
inspired him to finger her cunt roughly for a second. Then he
stopped and allowed his slave to recover.
The pain from her flogging rushed back into Raven’s awareness of
her body as the sensations in her cunt peaked and then subsided.
She was aware that her master now stood beside her, with two
fingers motionless in her wet pussy, her weight supported by his
other hand as she slumped back, held upright only by the bonds
around her wrists and legs. Her back ached horribly and stung
like needles imbedded in her soft bare skin.
Coyote kissed his sweating panting slave on her shoulder, still
looking at her marred back. He touched one of the red welts that
stood out from her pink abraded skin and slowly traced the line
his whip had left.
To Raven’s back it was as if the whip caressed her again, somehow
gentle and excruciating at the same time. She opened her mouth to
cry out as she wrestled with the pain in her back, her master’s
lips softly pressed her shoulder and his fingers resuming their
gentle massage inside that part of her that was solely his. That
thought, that her cunt was solely Coyote’s, that her suffering
pleased him, pleased enough to finger her and allow her to come
pushed her over that edge again. As she came again, she cried out
and tried to close her legs over her master’s hand, the words
echoed in her mind. “I please my master…I please my master.”
Coyote’s every sense was involved in his slave. The pink flush of
her perfect skin, the expression on her beautiful face, the soft
cries that escaped her throat, the wet sucking sounds of his
fingers in her cunt, the warmth of her skin, her wetness escaping
around his fingers into his palm, the smell of her skin and of
her arousal, the taste of her skin. These senses assaulted Coyote
and as he reached around the post to the ring and freed her legs
from the leather straps, he lost the struggle against his own
lusts.
