Revenge: Femdom Stories of Getting Even

Spiked Wine-4

“I could f**k you like that with one of my bigger c***s, but Sherry wants to beat your ass with a cane. She has been reading stuff on the internet and finds that stories about a guy being whipped and beaten gets her really hot. She said last night her little p***y was just dripping with juice as she watched a video of a guy being brutally whipped. She wants to try it for real, and since you’re here, I told her she could do whatever turned her on for as long as she wanted.

“She put a bamboo cane in the tub with some water when she was out here this morning. From what we’ve read, it makes them far better. And your ass seems to be in such a perfect position for her fun.

“Maybe when she’s through, she’ll let you beg to lick her to a couple of orgasms. She’ll probably need some release by then. Besides, that’s about all slaves are allowed to do – worship asses and lick pussies.”

Sherry came out of the bathroom and was wiping the excess water from a thin bamboo cane. She started swishing it back and forth a little, as she took a position near my backsides. I could hear it cut through the air, as she got ready.

“Please don’t,” I begged.

“Now, now, slave. I’m really hot. I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. I fingered my clit half the night, because I was so excited. You wouldn’t want to deny me this pleasure, would you? I want you to scream and beg, asking for mercy as I cover your ass with dark purple welts. You can struggle and cry all you want, but it will just turn me on even more. Now beg me to hurt you.”

I didn’t say anything.

“Beg me, you f*****g bastard!” she yelled. “Beg me to hurt you, or I’ll use this on your balls as well.”

I still didn’t speak. How could I beg her to beat my ass and hurt me?

Suddenly I felt her rap the cane against my balls to get my attention.

“Ah – h…. Please, Mistress,” I cried. “Please whip my ass until you are satisfied. Please hurt me.”

“Oh, I will,” she laughed. “I’m going to hurt you really bad.”

She stepped back a little and swung the cane around with blazing speed. It hissed through the air and landed across both of my ass cheeks. There was a resounding slap as the bamboo slammed against my offered globes.

“Ah – h – h – h… oh God! No more. P – l – e – a – s – e…”

Sherry laughed as her finger slipped into her jeans between her nether lips. “God, what a rush!”

That turned her on. Something very sinister was happening within her. She started panting, as she brought the whip back for the second blow. Her arm came around and the cane followed, landing just above the first lash. I howled and begged, but she just continued crisscrossing her blows and turning my ass into a maze of purple and black bruises. Immediately they welted up and throbbed in pain.

After ten or twelve lashes she took a break. Her hands rubbed her breasts and then moved down across her belly.

Savannah and Amy watched in awe as the lust totally engulfed her. A true sadist was born in this cabin, giving her a thirst that only one thing could possibly quench. She nearly ripped her jeans off and threw them to the side. She ran her fingers deep in her p***y and up to that special spot. Deep moans of s****l pleasure escaped her lips.

“F – u – c – k… I need more of this.”

She licked her fiery juice from her fingers and picked up the cane again. With savage fury she beat my ass and thighs again and again and again. Garbled screams flowed from my lips as she continued.

As drops of blood made their way down my thighs, she roared with an amazing orgasm. She couldn’t even swing the whip as she shuttered and moaned. She dropped the whip and sank to her knees. The massive jolt of lust and pleasure that tore through her loins left her panting, hardly able to catch her breath. A wave of girl c*m flowed from her p***y, and the smell of untamable lust filled the air. Luckily for me she was spent.

Between deep breaths she whispered, “Release our slave. I need more.”

Amy lowered the winch while Sherry moved over to a couch on the opposite wall. I knew what she wanted and struggled over between her thighs the best I could. My tongue lapped up her lava-like stuff before working deep between her hungry lips. Almost instantly she grabbed my hair and pulled me higher until I was right on her swollen clit. She wanted more. She wanted it then. My tongue whipped her s*x-crazed clit as hard and fast as I could. I sucked it between my lips and brought her to a wave of intense s****l pleasure that just wouldn’t quit. She moaned and cooed as her entire body shook. Never have I seen an orgasm so powerful. No girl has ever experienced anything like that from me before.

She yanked my head up by my hair and looked me straight in the eye. “To hell with sending you to prison asshole. You will be caged and chained for the rest of your life! You will give me the pleasure I demand. I will own you. You will be my slave.

“And if Savannah is pregnant we will enjoy cutting your balls off. That’s no problem. I bet that will be a s****l rush as well. I just want your body to whip and torture and your tongue to satisfy me forever.”

“Are you done with him?” Savanna asked.

“Well for the moment I am, but I’m not ruling out tomorrow. We may do this whole thing again.”

“Good let’s get him over the horse again because I’m not done with him either. I remember from Sunday School a quote from the Bible. It goes like ‘Vengeance is mine saith the Lord’. To hell with that! I want him to pay now. I will have my revenge long before this bastard is ever dead.”

They draped me over the horse and locked my ankles and wrists to the floor. Savannah paraded around with an even bigger c**k sticking out from her crotch. She shoved it in my mouth and made me suck on it. Finally, she walked around behind me and touched it to my asshole. With one huge lunge she rammed it all the way in. The harness slapped my badly bruised ass as she f****d me. I screamed and fought the brutal attack to my already ravaged asshole. Savannah f****d me harder than ever before. Her dildo was two inches longer and far wider than the one she used last night. She rammed and jammed the hideous thing deep into my ass, extracting far more than her pound of flesh.

She took pleasure in reaming me. “Take that you son of a b***h! I’ll show you what rape feels like,” she yelled as she brutally f****d me. It took her several very long minutes but finally she was done.

When she finished she repeated her actions from the night before. The harness was taken from her body to mine. It was buckled tight so the enormous c**k stayed painfully in my ass until she returned.

My mind couldn’t comprehend the pain I was in. After the brutal caning and then the vicious rape, I finally slipped into a strange world of darkness. Nothing mattered – no thoughts flashed through my brain. I slipped into a place of unknown – a black hole in my mind. Hours drifted by like mere seconds in time. My life flashed before me. Wonderful thoughts soothed my soul. Finally, one thought appeared and crushed out all others.

Sherry stood above me scantily clad in fetish leather – a tiny bra, a smaller thong with a garter belt and high-stiletto boots. In her hand she held a whip. Its long draping tails were highlighted with tiny silver studs. I was naked and groveling at her feet.

“Take me. Please take me,” I begged. “Let me serve you forever. Let me be your slave… your slave… your slave… your slave. Please, Mistress… Mistress… Mistress…”

I crawled towards her, wanting her, needing her, but I never got closer. She was always just a bit away. “Please, Mistress… let me serve you… serve you… serve you. Whip me… please whip me. Give me the pain… the pain…. Let me lick your p***y… p***y… p***y.

“Use your whip to cleanse my soul for I am evil… evil… evil. Please whip me… whip me… whip me… whip me…”

Suddenly I was awakened as a boot slammed into my nuts. It wasn’t a black stiletto. It wasn’t hers.

“Ah – h – h…”

“Wake up, asshole. I’ve got a job for you.”

I tried to focus my mind and quickly realized that my c**k was as hard as steel. It pulsed with deep desire. I had trouble realizing that it wasn’t Sherry who had kicked me. It wasn’t the Goddess of my dreams. It was Savannah – the girl I supposedly raped.

She released my wrists and locked the leg irons around my ankles. “Follow me,” she demanded.

I shuffled along as best I could taking short steps out into the yard. We went to the back of the cabin where she handed me a shovel.

“Dig!”

I looked at her but never said a word. Luckily the ground was soft and hardly had a stone. After a few directions and three hours’ time, I had a hole about six feet long and half that wide going down a good three feet. Finally, I stood back and looked at it. “Son of a b***h,” I thought. “That’s about the size of a casket.”

I was taken back to the cabin where breakfast was served. Yea, another can of dog food. I was elated. This one was lamb and rice. Just as I finished, Amy showed up.

“Are you ready?” she asked.

“Just about. Keep an eye on him while I get things together.”

Savannah left the cabin while I cleaned my bowl and drank some water. By then she was back.

“Come on.”

I got up and followed her back to the hole I’d dug. I looked down and immediately saw a wooden box in the hole. I was scared – no terrified of what I saw. I shook my head back and forth.

“No, please,” I begged. “Please don’t put me in there. Please…”

“Get in.”

“Please, Mistress. Don’t do this to me. Please. Not in there. Don’t bury me in that box.”

“Get in the box, or I’ll cut your balls off right now!”

Slowly I climbed down into the long, narrow wooden box. I lay down and watched, as they put a lid over me cutting out most of the light.

“Please, Mistress. Don’t close me in here.”

“Don’t worry. We’ll be back in a few days. There are several bottles of water and a few cans of food for you along the sides. They have easy open lids so you won’t starve, and we’ll shove a two inch pipe in that hole above your face so you can breathe.”

“N – o – o – o…,” I wailed, but there was no changing her mind.

I pushed up on the lid, but one of them stood on it keeping me inside. Moments later I heard the sound of a drill. Screws were driven through the top into the sides of the thick wood sealing me in tight. I raised my hands and pushed up on the lid again, but it wouldn’t give. Then I heard the dirt as it was shoveled over my tomb.

I pounded on the wood above me and screamed, “Please, Savannah. Let me out. Please let me out. I’m sorry, Savannah. I’m sorry. Please let me out of here. Don’t leave me here like this. Please…”

There was no response. I heard the pipe being pushed in through the hole above my face and then total darkness enveloped me.

“N – o – o…,” I cried.

I pushed harder. I kicked my feet. I screamed and yelled, but the sound just echoed in my dark, lonely casket. There were a few more faint sounds as they finished covering my grave, and then there was nothing – total silence, total darkness and me here all alone.

Immediately a hideous thought filled my brain. They have buried me here to suffer a long agonizing death. I figured they had left me to die, but her words repeated themselves several times in my brain – “we’ll be back… we’ll be back… we’ll be back…” That gave me hope – however slight, but hope, no matter how small, is better than nothing.