As he entered the house he didn’t untie the ropes securing the slut in the hallway, she had been there all night and much of the morning and that pleased him. Her wide-eyed look, full of pleading and need sent his cock into a series of jerking spasms. He recalled the way he had fucked her arse with the cucumber up inside her pussy and the way she had spoken to her husband on the phone whilst he had her. Those thoughts increased the twitching of his cock to bring it to a full and hard erection within his trousers.

She was naked and pulled up onto tiptoe, her arms stretched up over her head and tied to the banister rail above her. The tea towel tied around her mouth as a gag muffled her desperate pleas to an incomprehensible muttering as she tried to make herself understood.

Miles moved close, covered her breasts with his hands and began kneading her firm orbs.

“It’s been a long night for you here like this eh?”

The woman nodded her head rapidly in agreement.

“Need to pee?”

Again the woman’s head nodded several times and her pleading eyes implored him to allow her that concession.
He continued to feel her breasts, teasing at the firming nipples to arouse then to full hardness. Miles smiled and slid one hand down to cup her pussy, the heel of his hand pressing against her hardening clitoris. He hooked his middle finger up to press into her soft warm body and fingered her slowly as he spoke.

“Pain first, my little beauty,” he said in a low and even tone, “then, if I am satisfied, you may use the toilet.”

He stepped back, pulled a short length of rope from his jacket pocket and folded it double in its length. He wound the end once around his hand and then waved it in the air to test its swing.

“Pain,” he repeated and swung in at her.

The thick rope lashed across her breasts, wobbling the jutting orbs under the impact and sending her whole body into a shuddering series of convulsions. Again he lashed at her tits, his cock jerking in excited spasm as the woman screamed her pain into the thick linen gag. Again he struck and then again, flailing mercilessly the soft mounds and aiming at her protruding nipples to increase the pain she was suffering. Many times he lashed at her swelling breasts before he paused, panting hard and his cock throbbing incessantly to move around to her side.

The woman’s hips jerked forward as the hard slash striped her firm buttocks and she struggled again her restraining body. Her head shook furiously in denial of the pain and she screamed her agony into the tea towel. Again her body jolted, the stinging lash this time landing on the tender top of the backs of her thighs. Six times he lashed her, on her buttocks, back and thighs to leave bright red tram lines of marking on her pale flesh that bore testimony to the severity of the whipping.

Miles paused again to release his cock, leaving to stick out hard and pulsing from the fly of his trousers, the strain of it against his trousers now relieved. He moved back to her front, facing her and smiling as the tears streamed down her face. Miles drew his arm back and swung in with a most brutal force to lash the thick rope across the outside of the top of her thigh.

The woman’s body locked rigid in tension as the biting pain burned deep into her muscles and she groaned as the trickle from her pussy began. The yellow liquid at first dripped from her labia then increased to a steady stream; diffused by her puffy lips the urine sprayed out forcefully as the unstoppable full flow was attained. She groaned in shame and humiliation as the hot steaming liquid spurted from her body to coat her thighs and legs before collecting in a puddle on the carpet beneath her.

Miles grunted, stiffened his body and came, his thick cock jerked in spasm to sent jets of his thick come splashing onto her belly and thighs. He moaned in pleasure and jerked his hips until every last drop of his thick seed was spent.

“I leave you again, bitch,” he said breathlessly, “This time only for a few hours but return I will.”

He replaced his cock inside his trousers and turned to leave. He paused at the front door to look back.
“Then, bitch, you will suffer some more.”..............................

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