Lydia's Just Desserts

When the bag was pulled from Lydia's head, she was strapped spread-eagle in the middle of a white room. She faced a large mirror and she could turn her head to see cabinets on the other walls. The man who had pulled the sackcloth off leered at her bound body and the tears running down her face to wet her breasts. He reached between her legs and pinched her private lips, then grinned at her and left the room. She was left in tears and panic. She had never felt so naked. How could Wickam have sold her to these wicked people? What would become of her? Why couldn't she get her hands free?

Lydia had cried herself out and was pulling at her bonds again when the door opened. A man walked in. He was little more than her height with a round face and slightly protruding belly and a gourmet's manner. He clapped his hands in delight as he looked at her, circling her to gaze at her every part, then busied himself at one of the cabinets.
He walked back to her carrying what looked like a horse whip. Lydia frowned in incomprehension at the sight. He began to run it over her thighs and breasts, then looked into her face for the first time.

"What is your name, sweet little pumpkin?"

"How dare you address me so? Let me go now!"

The man looked even more delighted. "Ah, from the east, but not too far. Essex, or thereabouts. Lovely." He seized her hands and looked them over carefully, then her feet.
"So soft, so white," he sighed, then ran the whip over her backside. She whimpered and began to cry again. He came around to her front and avidly watched the tears drip down her face as he toyed with her nipples with the tip of the whip.

"Lovely," he said again, then suddenly lashed catching the front of her thighs with a hard blow. She screamed and he dropped the whip and fell to his knees, licking the welt that he'd raised.

"Please, don't, please, don't hurt me," she whimpered as he got to his feet and resumed the whip.

"Don't be silly. I've rented your services for the rest of the day, and you can be sure I'll hurt you plenty. Now, scream for me again, my lovely."

He struck her buttocks and she felt a line of fire where it landed, forcing another loud scream from her throat. Again, he dropped to his knees and licked the wound, his tongue wetly dragging across the welt. Lydia whimpered as he licked and gnawed at the mark, before leaving off and coming around to admire the welt on her thighs again.

He then turned his attention to her bosom. She began to scream even before he drew his arm back, and as the blow fell across her breasts, it cut off and she whimpered pathetically. He held her breasts up with the whip and kissed the red line, licking it and biting where it crossed her nipples. She moaned and keened in dismay as he stood back to admire his work, caressing her belly with the whip as his fingers danced along the marks he'd left.

"It's a good start," he said, then circled her again and rained blows across her buttocks, catching her thighs and lower back with strikes. At length he stopped and ran his fingers over her sore, reddened flesh, then began to mouth the area, his lips nipping at the welts as his hands circled her and his fingers pinched the welt that ran across her thighs.

Lydia's shoulders strained as she tried again to pull free from the bonds. She could not bear to look at the hands that fondled her thighs, nor at her reflection in the mirror before her. She looked up to escape the spectacle that the man had made of her and saw that she was chained to a frame made of sturdy timbers that was in turn attached to the ceiling. There was no way for her to escape.

The man finished ravaging her buttocks with his mouth and moved around to her front again. He carefully separated her private lips and gazed at the flesh revealed. Lydia sobbed in despair and hid her face against her shoulder, then cried out as she felt the whip end land on the flesh the man was holding open.

"Please, don't," she cried out in anguish, but that only seemed to spur him on as he landed blow after blow on the tender skin. Lydia was in agony when the man stopped and buried his face between her legs, licking the skin he had whipped, moaning in ecstasy as his hands probed the marks he had left on her buttocks.

His eyes were bulging, his face dark with passion when he stood up again and tore his clothes off. Lydia suppressed another cry of outrage as his heavy, purple manhood sprung into view. It bobbed before him, crossed with thick veins, and he rubbed it against the lash mark on her thighs before pushing it against her whipped sex.

She shuddered and tried to pull away as he jabbed the huge instrument against her, begging and pleading. His teeth seized one of her nipples and worried the mark there, then he spat into his hand and rubbed it on his cock, before seizing her buttocks and thrusting into her tormented sex. He forced the bulging head inside and, gripping her buttocks hard, began to jam against her maidenhead.

Lydia was beyond screaming in panic, fear and pain, when the man gave a brutal shove and plunged his cock into the depths of her cunt. She whimpered and cried as the man began to force the huge thing in and out of her straining flesh. She could feel every inch of the skin that he'd whipped, both that which scraped against his pelvis as he slid in and out of her, and the flesh of her buttocks under his gripping, kneading hands.

His crouched posture brought his head on level with her breasts, and his mouth recommenced its molestation of the welt there as he rammed his organ in and out of her. Then he froze and, with a heavy sigh, pumped gently in her for a moment before drawing out. Lydia felt a wet stickiness and looked down and saw the man caressing her violated flesh with his now-flaccid manhood.

"The blood, look at the blood," he murmured, entranced. "You were a virgin, until I fucked you, until I whipped you and fucked you and broke that hymen, took your virginity."

He grabbed the whip again and laid into her breasts and thighs. "Mine, mine," he cried as he struck her again and again. She howled as the whip scourged her, striking from throat to knees. He dropped before her again and his hands crawled over her whipped skin, his face pressing between her legs. He jammed his tongue up into her opening, licking at her blood and his seed. His fingers parted her lips and he licked the violated opening over and over.

"My spunk there. No man had ever had you before I stuck my cock into you, your virgin opening, and put my spunk into your cunt," he cried and buried his face in her sex once more, his hands curling around her buttocks, pulling her cheeks apart.

A few more moments of ecstatic licking and he seemed to recover himself. He circled her again to look at the flesh he had been gripping. He pushed the whip into the crack between her buttocks and ran it up and down. He began to whip at the exposed flesh between them, then seized her buttocks and began to knead the whipped skin.

"This is virgin too, isn't it, sweet toy of mine," he whispered in her ear. "No man has put his organ in here? No one has ever used this, fucked it? Tell me."

"No, please, no," she whimpered. He giggled and began to rub his cock against the flesh of her buttocks. She tried to look away from her reflection in the mirror, the livid weals, the bloody seed leaking down her thighs, the sight of her tormentor behind her bound form.

"I'll have your ass first, too. This virgin ass, when my cock goes in, virgin no longer. I'll fuck it first-" he cried, thrusting his hips against her buttocks, piercing her with his cock head. He slammed her hips back against him, jabbing hard into her, and she felt him shove, splitting her open, getting inside.

"Oh, helpless virgin ass," he cried, forcing his cock the rest of the way into her. "Virgin no longer because I took it, I'm taking it, I'm fucking it, fucking your maiden ass away," he screamed and pummeled into her, his hands gripping her abused breasts as he slammed her ass with his hips, piercing her helpless flesh.

She cried hoarsely as he hands plunged between her legs, his fingers twisting into her ravaged cunt. He shouted and spasmed within her. She could feel his cock pulsing in her sore ass as he sighed and ran his hands over her breasts and belly before popping out.

Lydia hung limp in her bonds, tears streaming down her face, stinging the welts across her breasts. She could not believe that only an hour before, she thought she was going to be married. Now she had been completely defiled by this horrible man. He stood by her and raised her chin, ordering her to look at herself in the mirror. She stared at herself, covered with lash marks, sticky and sweaty.

"I've opened you," he crooned in her ear, pulling at her cunt with his fingers. "I whipped you and put my cock in your cunt and in your ass and opened you up, had your virginity. I was the first to do everything to you-" he cut himself off. "Well, not everything, but we still have time." His hand closed around her breast and she sobbed and sobbed.

He gloated over her abused body for many minutes, biting and scratching at the marks he had left and her violated holes before adjusting the rack that held her into a new position. Her feet were flat on the floor, legs spread, and she was bent over another bar, her hands stretched out before her.

He again raised her head to make her look at her image in the mirror before standing behind her to push his cock into her ravaged flesh. He slowly stroked in and out of her for some time, glorying in the sensation of switching between the two deflowered holes, his hands kneading her sore buttocks and reaching around to pull at her private lips.

He then pulled out and licked the flesh he had violated. She moaned as he pushed his tongue into her ass, lapping at the fluid he had left there. With one more bite at the marks across her buttocks, he walked around to her head, seized her hair in one hand and put his mouth to hers. She shuddered and tried to pull away pulled her head down, pushing at her lips with his filth-covered tongue. He forced her mouth open, drooling between her lips, shoving his meaty tongue into her.

When she tried to escape his vile attentions, he put both hands into her hair forcing her head to be still and his tongue deeper into her mouth. He then licked her face, trailing slime, pushing his tongue into her nose, over her eyes and cheeks before standing before her and pushing his cock at her lips.

"Open your mouth for me, my little lady. Let me ravish your virgin mouth, the last virgin hole you have," he cried and moaned as he pushed himself into her mouth. He seized her hair and jammed deep into her throat, choking her and ravaging the whole of her mouth.

The sight of her bent over, her mouth ravished by his cock, seemed to transport him even beyond his earlier ecstasies and he plunged over and over into her sore and stretched mouth while she gagged around him. He pulled at the hair at the nape of her neck, grinding his hips against her face for a final depth. Then his cock exploded in her throat, jettisoning its load into her gullet.

He rocked his hips back and forth, drawing his softening cock around in her mouth before pulling out and dropping to the floor beneath her. He slapped at her breasts, watching them swing slightly beneath her. He played with them for some time, pushing his face between them and squeezing them around his face, licking and tormenting her nipples, pulling them as far as they would go as he sighed in pleasure.

After some time delighting in these pursuits, he stood up and made more adjustments to the frame holding her. She was now spread on her back out at his waist level, facing the ceiling with her arms and legs still outstretched and a bar across the small of her back. Now she could see there was another mirror on the ceiling,

Then he moved and she could see that he was once again holding an object of torture, this time a long, broad leather strap. Lydia whimpered, then cried silently as the strap sang.