0 comments/ 8344 views/ 5 favorites Mistakes Conclusion By: DJWinters Disclaimer: This is the conclusion of my previous story "Mistakes" and it will make way more sense if you read that first. Beyond that, a couple of things: (1) Everyone is over 21, (2) this is fantasy and only fantasy, (3) No one real is portrayed in this work, (4) It contains; non-consent, oral, vaginal, bdsm, fmf, spanking, flogging, and facials (just thought I'd put that right out there), (5) it's an early draft of a story I thought some might enjoy - if it's not your cup of tea that's cool - but remember it's not polished nor is it fleshed out, and (6) if you didn't enjoy the first part, don't bother with the second. For those who've shared with me that you enjoy this style of writing, thank you. ***** Mistakes cont... Her head pinned between creamy white thighs, she tentatively licked at the pussy hovering over her mouth surprised at the salty sweetness of the other woman's juices - it wasn't as bad as she'd feared. "Lick it slut," the bitch snapped pushing down onto her mouth. Barely able to breath and terrified about what would happen if she disobeyed she began licking at the bitch's wet pussy in earnest. Her tongue slid through the woman's puffy labia, before swirling around her clit. "Mmmmm, that's it," she crooned. "Good little slut, eat it all up." Lapping and licking, she did her best to please. As the bitch's thighs relaxed and she began grinding her sopping wet snatch against her, she figured she was doing okay. The groans and moans she was able to just make out further confirmed it. Suddenly, her legs were lifted and pushed up, before being allowed to rest on, what she assumed, was someone's shoulders. She felt yet another cock being shoved into her battered pussy and couldn't help gasping as whoever it was went deep and hard. "Don't stop you little cunt," snapped the bitch above her. "Eat me!" She redoubled her efforts as she sucked hard on the woman's clit eliciting a moan of pleasure from her, wetness pouring down the sides of her mouth and coating her cheeks. Her own climax was mounting as whoever controlled the cock in her slit was taking his time using long slow strokes and shifting her legs to reach deeper with each stroke. She could barely contain her own moans of delight as she brought the bitch closer and closer to orgasm. "So close! I'm so close," the woman groaned in frustration. Taking a risk, she did the only thing she could - she bit. Bucking and screaming the bitch came hard; her nails clawing across the naked breasts in front of her, her pussy gushing liquid. She came like a woman possessed, thrashing and screaming all the way. Trapped beneath the possessed animal it was all she could do to hold her breath and try to take it all. Fuck, some of the guys hadn't produced so much, she realized as she gulped and swallowed while she reached the brink of her own climax. A brink she thundered over moments later as the cock in her pussy slammed deep inside. It was her turn to buck and writhe as she came hard pinned awkwardly under the near exhausted bitch still straddling her face and skewered on the anonymous cock pounding away at her sex. She moaned and screamed into the wet cunt in front of her. She wasn't sure exactly when he pulled out of her, didn't notice his leaving, just the emptiness in his wake. She felt the wet splatter of cum across her body and her mind filled in the blank - another layer of cum blanketed her. She was roughly pulled to her feet and dragged across the room, her head drooped in exhaustion and she prayed they were going to give her a break soon - her body ached like nothing she had ever experienced before. Confused her muddled brain couldn't make sense of the soft material that was wrapped around her wrists. What now? She didn't have to wonder long before the question was abruptly answered, her hands yanked far above her head as she was painfully pulled upright, her feet just touching the floor as she hung suspended from the ceiling. She cried out in agony at the wrenching in her arms. The man she had first slapped, the man who had started all of this, stood before her his eyes roving her filthy, cum drenched body. "I'm sorry," she whimpered. "I'm so sorry, please just let me go." He smiled warmly, he had a good smile, his hand reached for her cheek - she flinched away. He might have a good smile, but she knew he had no problem hitting a woman. This time, however, his hand was gentle as the backs of his fingers caressed her cheek. "But sweetie," he purred. "We're not done with you yet. You don't want to leave before we're finished do you? Joe hasn't had a turn yet. Where are your manners?" "I... I... I..." "Shhhhh," he soothed as he stroked her matted hair from her face before stepping back and giving a quick nod to the man standing off to the side. The man approached with some form of ball in his hands and her eyes went wide when she realized what it was. "No, no, no," she begged as she turned her head from side-to-side, desperately trying to avoid the ball-gag, but it was no use as he strapped the device in place. Grinning maliciously at her, the man she assumed was Joe reached out and pinched both her nipples savagely. She screamed around the ball in her mouth, the sound muffled significantly while tears formed in the corners of her eyes. Joe grinned wider before finally releasing the tender and, to her own disgust, incredibly aroused nubs. Stepping away briefly, he returned with a leather-wrapped handle with several lengths of the same material attached to one end. As he drew his arm back, she realized his intent and again tried to cringe away. The restraints made the attempt pointless and the best she could manage was to mewl in fear around the gag, tears running down her cheeks. The first stroke from the cat-o-nine tails came down hard across her chest. Each separate tail leaving it's own mark across her virgin flesh. She bit down hard on the gag and grunted in pain. The second stroke quickly followed the first, her flesh stung from the whip as one of the tails landed squarely across her nipple. She bucked in her restraints. A third and a forth stroke followed quickly and she was surprised to find the pain was becoming more bearable though she doubted Joe was hitting her any lighter. As the fifth stroke left it's trails across her breasts she couldn't tell if the sound that escaped the gag was a groan of pain or a moan of pleasure. What the hell, she thought? The sixth and seventh strokes landed hard on her erect and excited nipples and there was no longer any doubt as to whether she was moaning or not. Joe smiled widely as the eighth stroke came down even harder and she squirmed in her restraints. Nine and ten left her breathless and she was stunned at the feeling of disappointment that filled her when Joe and his whip stepped away. Her disappointment was short lived as she was turned in her restraints and found herself facing the panelled wall. The chain was released slightly and to her surprise she was able to stand comfortably. She was roughly pushed towards the wall and found she hand enough slack to actually catch herself with her hands. When her legs were kicked apart, she became suspicious. SMACK! Her ass burned as she tried to yelp in pain, reflexively turning to see what was happening. "Eyes Front!" SMACK! The second blow accentuated the command and she stared fixedly at the wall as the third and forth blows landed painfully across her cheeks eliciting their own grunts of pain and pleasure. Five and Six had her squirming and moaning where the whip had left off and she found herself pushing her ass out waiting for the seventh. It came hard across both cheeks and seemed to echo through the bar. She groaned around the gag, not caring that she was drooling around the orange ball. More, her brain begged. More. Eight came harder than seven and she was sure she could feel her own moisture running down her thighs. Nine saw her head thrown back in excitement as she howled around the gag. Someone wrenched her head back by the hair and she felt hot breath as someone whispered savagely. "You fucking slut! All these people are watching you get off to this! All these people know exactly what kind of horny freak you really are." Her cheeks burned in shame at his words. "But you don't care, do you? All you want is to cum." His words sent shivers through her body. "I can smell your sex, you dirty whore." Why the fuck was she so turned on? "The whole room can smell your sex." His voice became huskier and she quivered with each word. "I'm going to beat your ass until you cum like a fountain. You won't be able to sit down for a week." She groaned in anticipation and he roughly released her hair. SMACK! The blow echoed through the room and she groaned. SMACK! It came before the sensations of the other faded. SMACK! Again. SMACK! Again, she moaned in heat. SMACK! Her back arched as her ass jutted out further. SMACK! So close! SMMMMMACK! She came like a beast possessed throwing herself against the wall and the restraints as she rode what might have been the most intense orgasm of her life. It lasted for what felt like an eternity, as her world seemed to explode in on its self. And when it finally passed she collapsed unconscious and spent in her restraints. It was the extreme cold that woke her. A cold so intense it felt like a burn and was enough to bring her consciousness flooding back to her. She was sitting upright, her hands restrained behind her but the gag had been removed. Before her the man she thought of as Joe was bent over applying ice to the nipple of her left breast, the traitorous nipple was erect and aroused despite or perhaps because of the rough treatment. Behind Joe stood the man she had slapped, he was overseeing the process with interest and when he noticed that she'd awakened he gave her a smile. "You'll be happy to know that we're almost done with you," he explained warmly. "Joe just needs to finish one last little thing." "Wha...," she began and then noticed the long pin Joe pulled from a stainless steel table. "No. Please, no," she begged. "Now, now," the man soothed. "Joe is very good at this. It'll be over before you know it and you'll have a permanent reminder of your time with us. Now, let him work before the freezing wears off." "Please, no," she begged as she shook her head from side-to-side. "Joe, please don't. Please no." Joe looked at her quizzically and she had a moment of hope. A moment to think she might be able to get through to him. Her scream tore from her as Joe pierced her sensitive nipple and for the second time the blackness of unconsciousness overtook her. "Joe." She heard as she faded. "You're supposed to pierce the one you freeze." She woke to the sound of grunting and heavy breathing, cracking her eyelids open in time to see a cock being jerked off at her face. She blinked groggily as she tried to figure out where she was exactly, but closed them again as the first splatter of cum splashed across her face. It was quickly followed by three more splatters and a contented groan from the marksman. "Fuck you look hot, I just had to add my own to the rest." Opening her eyes finally, she realized that she was at home, in her own bedroom and on her own bed. The man standing over her, finally tucking his deflating cock away was the cabbie from the previous night. "You?" He smiled down at her. "Did you enjoy your adventure?" "Fuck you!" she snapped and she saw the anger in his eyes even before he raised his hand to hit her. "Try it and I'll scream so loud the cops'll be here before you can get downstairs." He frowned as anger changed to fear in his eyes and she realized he didn't have the balls to make good on his threat. "Bitch," he spat at her as he turned to leave. "Oh," he threw a wad of cash onto her dresser. "Damian said you earned it." The cabbie stormed out, his leaving announced by the slamming of her apartment door. Gingerly - fuck her body ached - she pushed herself up off the bed and crossed to the dresser picking up the wad of cash. It was a lot of money. Her reflection caught her attention and for a moment she didn't recognize herself - she was covered in dry and drying cum and other fluids, her hair was a matted mess that was going to take forever to clean, her ass still stung and hurt to walk never mind sit, and her chest was a criss-cross of long red welts. But it was the sparkling silver at her breast that finally drew her eye - a gleaming barbell that pierced her nipple. Touching it, she flinched away from the unhealed wound. She could remove it, she considered. Take it out and let it heal. She looked at it again in the mirror. But, then again... she looked at the wad of cash in her hand. But, then again... When she looked back at her reflection, she saw her own little smile peeking through the mess... The End