(the tale is cruel, but in the end, as it should be in fairy tales, everything will be fine)

- Well, spread her thighs wider! - commanded a male voice: - Shire I said!
- Argh! - came a muffled female cry, when the belt with a whistle fell on her crotch, naked like a girl, and burgundy-red from blows like a delinquent whore. A woman could not say more, even if she wanted to. The man was sitting on her face with all his weight, not caring about her comfort. However, the convenience here and did not smell - it was pressed into the stone slab, and the cold chilled her to the bone. But she no longer had to worry about such trifles. Now her only task was to massage the male organ comfortably between them with her breasts, without interrupting even in the most painful moments. And she had to try, if she didn't want the pain to last forever. Only if she evokes a desire in him with his caresses, only then will he descend to what will allow her to please herself with her mouth - and at this time he will stop tormenting her tender flesh between the legs, trembling from tension and fear of waiting for the next blow.
But the rapist was already too experienced to leave his victim alone as soon as he would have liked.

And suddenly she felt better - when a man got up from her. In a fit of gratitude, she already wanted to stretch her lips to his instrument hanging over her, but he just slapped her face:
- Where, slut, with his mouth aimed? The team was lying down. And to endure, - he grinned evilly: - But once you twitched, it means you showed disobedience. So you will be punished.
“Yes, dear,” a woman sobbed involuntarily, the woman replied.
- What does "yes" mean"! - A new unexpected blow shook the female body. She did not have time to reduce the legs and the whole weight of the forged buckle fell exactly on the clitoris. With all the blunder. His eyes almost jumped out of the pain from the sockets, his mouth opened so that the corners of his lips were cracked, and the stone vaults were shaken by a cry ... which the torturer did not hear, because the ear of a person is unable to hear such pain. But he knew, he saw HOW she was SICK - and enjoyed it. And he did not intend to interrupt his enjoyment.
“How,” he began with a grin: “How, I ask you, you, unworthy creature, must answer to your lord and lord?”

Overcoming a terrible pain in the crotch aching from hundreds of blows, the woman slipped from the bed to the stone floor. The cold of the stone slightly cheered her up, giving her strength to rise and sit on her knees in front of the man. Then she straightened up, and proudly throwing her head back, pulled her arms behind her, revealing her beautiful bosom before the eyes of the torturer:
“My lord,” she said with the greatest humility in her voice: “I, your insignificant thing, your bedding, which exists only for your enjoyment, is guilty before you, my sovereign.” My fault is immeasurable, and nothing in the world can justify me. I do not deserve mercy, and should be punished with all severity. But...

And then she froze and looked into his eyes. He looked at her, a submissive woman at his feet. And she waited. Finally he gave a sign.

“May I,” she continued: “Asking for mercy ...”
“No,” he interrupted. He said this without any pressure, without threat. Even almost gently made her understand that his decision was inexorable and sweet, she could not wait. But when he saw the tears on his already tear-stained face again, he relented: “Sorry, love.” You're so beautiful now, - he sank to the floor in front of her. The coldness of the stone did not excite him, the gaze was riveted on the eyes opposite: - You are so beautiful now ...
- True?
- Well, of course! - He encouraged her: - You are irresistible. The most beautiful of women. How much pain you endured and so steadfastly. I admire you. But no, don't even ask. Now I will not give you a drop of pleasure. My plans are still to enjoy you today, but what does this mean for you, eh, my girl?
- Pain, yes? She whispered, kissing his hand. The hand, which had recently squeezed the belt, tormented her most tender place.
“Yes, my girl,” he said. “Many, many pains.” And, if I let you at least a little bit of pleasure now, you know yourself, it will only be harder for you to transfer the rest. I pity you, stupid.
- True?
- Well, of course! Well, girl, well, come here, press me.
- Can?
- Yes, love, you can.
“Thank you, dear,” she buried her in his shoulder and began to gently kiss him while he held her in her arms. The heat emanating from his body was unusually pleasant. She enjoyed this feeling so much that she was ready to suffer the same torture for him. Or even worse.

- Well, that's it, girl, - his imperious voice said softly: - I rested?
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, brushing away tears and kissed him for the last time.
- Then get up, and legs wider. Yes, like this. Even wider, girl!
- Oh Lord...
- Stand! - he took her hair, twisting her face to himself, and she almost melted into a wave of pleasure from the sensation of his power over herself: A lot of himself imagines. I thought, since Mr. gentleman, then regret? No, there will be no pity. Got it?
“Oh, yes, sir,” she replied: “I am unworthy.”
“And also, girl,” he added, a little softer and grinned badly: “Now it will hurt you.” Remember, I warned you about this. After a break, the pain is felt stronger. Did you want this, stupid girl?
- For you, my lord, I am ready for anything!
“Oh, today you have a chance,” he assured her: “But first, I want you to be unable to reduce your legs.” Stand!

She did not try to resist. She was standing in the same position, with her legs wide apart, her arms clasped behind her back, her chest exposed forward, and a tidy, plump ass turned back. And where would she go when her hair was wrapped around his fist? It only remained to hope that he would want to enter her from behind. Well, at least a finger will check its holes ...
But instead, she heard the whistle of the unwinding strap and stiffened, knowing what would happen next. Predicting was easy, forged buckle, flying in an arc below between her legs, hit the pubis. This time she got above the tender lips, on the tummy - but that was too much. And yet she was on her feet ... and maybe hung on her hair, squeezed in his fist.

He seems to have noticed that the blows do not bring the victim proper torment. Unceremoniously bent her lower and continued spanking. The belt lay around the crotch, but the blows began to fall even higher. She caught her breath, but she could well endure the inconvenience. The main thing was that she was already beginning to annoy and even get angry - why doesn't he hit it there? She does not like him there? It became a simple beating, in which she saw nothing intimate.
And she straightened

- Girl, what are you doing? - he said in surprise.
- Why don't you beat me there? You don't like me there anymore?
“That's just what we lacked now,” he said in response, annoyed: “You are incorrigible.” You're all about it. Anything can cause and you are ready to break everything.
- But why? She pleaded.
- Girl, my favorite girl, - he reassured her: - I love you. You know. Well, tell me yourself.
“Yes,” she answered, clinging to him: “I know, love.”
- So what else do you want?
- You do not get ...
- Oh, that! - he laughed: ...