Page 24 of Serving Her Sentence
The sound of the cane moving through the air and thwack against her skin hit her ears before her body felt the reaction. A blistering line of fire blazed across the top curve of her ass. She sucked in a breath to scream, but before it could come out, a second line hit just below the first.
Now she did scream, a full-throated sound, going up on her tiptoes to try to get away from the awful device—but she didn’t move out of position.
Stay in position! Stay in position!
The little voice screamed in her head. There was no possible way she could take more than five strokes of this agony.
Whap!
After the third one, right across the center of her ass, Damian paused while Noelle heaved for breath, unable to see through the tears flooding her eyes. Any pain from her nipples had been entirely subsumed by the inferno coming from the welts across her cheeks, which burned with the heat of a thousand suns. She was holding herself in place through pure willpower.
“Very pretty.” The clear admiration in Damian’s voice as he stroked his finger along one raised welt sent a shiver up Noelle’s spine from the odd sensation. She felt her jaw tighten against snapping back at him. Who cared if it was pretty? It hurt like hell! But then, that was exactly what he liked so much and she knew it.
The bastard.
She started crying again when he lifted his fingers because she knew what was coming.
Whap!
One more… only one more… she repeated the words in her head like a mantra, heaving sobs tearing through her while her heels lifted and lowered, the only manner she could physically react to the searing punishment.
“Last one. Be a good little slut, don’t move, and that’ll be the end of this.”
Whap!
The last stroke was almost her undoing. Noelle threw her head back and screamed. The line across her sit spot blistered from the painful heat of the cane. Panic ran through her, fear she might have to enduremore, and somehow, she managed to hold herself in place. If she hadn’t already been so exhausted, she didn’t know if she’d have managed it, but she kept her trembling limbs in line and thanked every deity she could think of, she had done so.
“Perfect.” The satisfaction in Damian’s voice would have been enough to make her scream if she’d had any energy. He ran his fingers down her bottom, trailing them over every stripe while she panted for breath. When he finally reached her pussy, she wanted to curse.
It was impossible to tell how much of the wetness was hers and how much was Sean’s cum leaking from her, but from the way it felt when he touched her there, she knewthatpart of her body had responded to the pain with arousal. What the hell that meant, she had no idea, but she couldn’t stop herself from moaning when Damian lightly pinched her clit.
“Because you were so good, I’ll give you a reward, slut.”
There was movement behind her, but Noelle didn’t look over her shoulder. She held her position, waiting for Damian to return to her, like the good little sex toy he wanted her to be.
Something pressed against her clit, soft and spongy. Sticky. Damian moved his hands away, but the little thing remained. Some kind of stimulator? She could only assume. It remained quiescent for the moment.
The plug shifted, then pulled. Noelle moaned, her muscles relaxing as it exited her body, leaving her wonderfully empty. Despite the way her ass still burned, she appreciated the momentary relief.
She tensed when she felt Damian move behind her before relaxing because she knew tension would only make it worse. Instead of plunging right into her ass, he thrust hard into her pussy first, hands on her hips, reigniting the sensitive welts on her ass. Pain flared as did pleasure. The slick of her arousal combined with the remnants of Sean’s orgasm coated his dick, and after a few strokes, he pulled away, using that as lubrication to ease his passage into her ass.
Hand pressing down on her back, Damian shoved her down against the bed, cock plowing into her tight, sore hole, and the vibrator on her clit fluttered to life. Noelle cried out, her sore nipples caught between the bed and her upper body, her ass protesting the rough invasion. Her lower body cramped, muscles clenching around Damian’s cock, the soreness of her hole raw from his insertion.
Ignoring her cries, Damian fucked her ass hard, his body slamming painfully against the striped skin of her cheeks. With every stroke, the force of vibrations against her clit grew, sending her spiraling through a dizzying assault of both pleasure and pain. The direct stimulation to that tiny bundle of nerves quickly became intense, and Noelle screamed into the mattress as her second orgasm of the day wrecked her senses.
Throughout it all, Damian relentlessly pounded her ass, pinning her down against the bed, so she could barely squirm as the intense ecstasy morphed to exquisite agony. Every slap of his body against her backside sent fiery pain flaring through her, but even that could not compare to the orgasmic torture he was forcing on her. The fluttering vibrator’s intensity only increased, not fading away, even though she had quickly reached her peak.
More of her tears soaked his sheets as the sexual bliss quickly turned to an overload of stimulation, a torturous assault on her most sensitive organ, forcing her to orgasm again and again as he reamed her ass for his own pleasure. It didn’t stop until Damian finally grunted, burying himself in her ass and filling it with his own load of cum.
By that time, Noelle’s orgasms were more like muscle spasms than actual pleasure, and her clit felt as though it had swollen to three times its normal size. She was completely exhausted and wrung out, insensible from the exhaustive mix of pain and pleasure. Even Damian withdrawing his cock from her sore tunnel didn’t make her jerk with pained reaction. Gentle hands repositioned her, but by then, she was already falling into unconsciousness.
These men were going to fuck her to death if they kept this up. Was death by orgasm possible?
10
To Noelle’s relief, she wasn’t expected to report to work on time if Damian and Sean had spent the previous night sexually exhausting her. While she did have duties at Damian’s company, her main responsibility was serving as his pleasure toy for whatever deviant, fucked-up thing he wanted to do to her at any given time.
On her day off, she was surprised and kind of touched when Damian sent her to the spa to be pampered all day. She wouldn’t have thought he’d care… but on the other hand, after getting her hair and nails done, a facial, and a full body massage, she felt like a new woman. Maybe he just wanted to make sure she had the energy for the next six days.