He stepped between her spread knees and tugged at her labia. Secured in the stirrups, she was unable to close her legs. Something bit into her outer labia on the right side. Mara screamed and jerked in her bonds, lifting her head in an effort to see what the bastard was doing.
“Relax,” Alex said, an evil smile lifting his lips. “It’s just a pair of clover clamps to hold your cunt open for the riding crop.”
The riding crop! Mara began to tremble uncontrollably. A pulse jumped in her throat and, despite the water he’d just given her, her mouth was dry with fear.
Alex held up a metal clamping device, a chain dangling from its end, which was attached to the second clamp now cutting into her delicate flesh. Just barely able to lift her head with her hands bound as they were, she watched helplessly as he secured the second clamp to an eyebolt in the table, pulling her tethered labia tight. Pain pulsed through her nerve endings.
“Now the other side.” He produced a second identical pair of clamps. Bending his head, he pulled at the left side of her pussy. Mara screamed again as the second clamp bit into her flesh. Unperturbed, Alex attached the other end to a corresponding eyebolt on the other side of the table.
“It hurts, it hurts, it hurts,” she whimpered. Sweat had broken out at her hairline and on her upper lip.
“Of course it does,” Alex said agreeably. “It’s supposed to.”
He stepped away from the table, returning a moment later holding a small riding crop. “No, please, please, sir, don’t hit me with that! Please!”
Alex smiled indulgently, shaking his head. “Silly girl. I’m not going to hit you. I’m going to whip your cunt.” He tilted his head as if considering something, and then added, “I’ll tell you what. I’ll mix a little pleasure in with the pain. Eventually you’ll come to understand there’s no real difference between pleasure and pain—it’s all just sensation. You’ll come to crave the erotic suffering, because you’ll know it’s pleasing your Master. That’s all that will matter to you, once I train you properly, I promise.”
He spit on his fingers and touched her spread pussy. She jerked but that was all she could do. With surprising delicacy, he stroked her inner labia, his fingers moving lightly over her clit. “Shh,” he murmured soothingly. “Calm yourself, Mara. Show me what a good girl you are.” He continued to touch and rub her sex. In spite of Mara’s terror and exhaustion and the pulsating pain from the clamps, her body reacted to his skillful touch.
“Oh, that’s good,” Alex said eagerly. “You are a responsive little thing. I like that. We’ll work on orgasm training and control, too. Who knows, you might end up being my star pupil, my most prized possession.” He stroked her for several minutes. Her labia had numbed somewhat, making the clamps bearable. As he continued to play lightly over her spread vulva, the rising pleasure of an orgasm moved through her. It felt good, why not just let herself—
A sudden, vicious smack of pain exploded against her pussy, the shock of it making her cry out as she twisted against her restraints. Alex had replaced his fingers with the riding crop and he struck her again and again, each painful slap of leather causing the clamp chains to sway and clank against the sides of the table.
“Thank me,” Alex ordered as he continued to crop her.
Praying that meant it would end, Mara managed to gasp, “Thank you, sir.” Sweat had pooled beneath her back and trickled under her arms.
“Ask me for more. Say, ‘please, sir, give me more.’”
“Please, sir,” Mara whimpered, willing to say anything to make it stop, “give me more.”
With a dark chuckle, Alex replied, “With pleasure, my dear.” He increased the intensity and speed, the wicked crop smacking with a steady tap-tap-tap against Mara’s spread, clamped pussy.
Mara began to cry again, whatever fight left in her drained away. Just let it stop. Just let it end. Please, please, please, please.
As if reading her mind and taking pity, finally Alex did stop. Mara’s pussy continued to sting and throb. “I’m going to take off the clamps. This will hurt as the blood flow returns, so be ready,” Alex warned. He released the clamps and a new explosion of agony hurtled through her sex, causing Mara to gasp with pain.
She was only dimly aware as he removed the cuffs and straps that held her in place. She lay limp, utterly spent. He scooped her into his arms and carried her to the loveseat, keeping her in his arms as he settled on the small sofa. He held her close and kissed the top of her head. “You did well, Mara. I’m proud of you. Everything is forgiven. You have an excellent future here at Pirate Island, as long as you behave and do your very best.”