“Give them to me,” she commanded. I bent down, freed my feet and held out the black lacy panties. She snatched them off me and as I watched made a big show of sniffing them. I wrinkled my nose in disgust which seemed to please her even more.
“Turn around,” she commanded. I did as I was told. I could feel my heart racing. This was so wrong, so demeaning. And yet, why was I obliging her? Was it just her threats making me do it?
“Bend over those suitcases.”
“What?”
“Do it!” she shouted.
This time her voice was so loud that it made me jump and I obeyed, leaning forwards, propping myself up on the edge of a suitcase. I felt so humiliated and vulnerable. I heard her footsteps drawing closer and then, suddenly, I felt my skirt being yanked upwards. I gasped but almost immediately, felt a sharp sting across my naked ass.
“Be quiet, bitch,” she commanded and spanked me again. I opened my mouth to squeal, but managed to contain my instinct. But it was hard not to make a sound as she began to spank me harder. My poor ass was soon stinging and painful soreness was spreading across my butt and down my thighs and I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. At one particularly hard slap I yelped and almost immediately I felt her breasts on my back as she leaned over me and stuffed my panties into my mouth. I was so shocked I didn’t know what to do, but I didn’t dare spit them out so I was left there, bent over, squealing muffled sounds into my own panties as she made my ass sore.
“Good. Now stand up.”
Breathless and shaky, I stood. I wanted to rub my ass, it hurt so much, but I was determined not to give her the satisfaction
“Strip!”
I wanted to protest, but I knew better. So slowly, I unbuttoned my jacket, and let it fall to the floor. Then, eyes down, I unfastened my blouse, hitched it off my shoulders and let it drop.
“The bra too,” she ordered.
Eyes closed, I reached behind me and unfastened my bra, letting it fall forwards. I instinctively covered my chest with my arms, but she waved at me with the gun, indicating I should show my chest and I did as I was told. I could feel her gazing at my breasts as I unzipped my skirt and let it slide over my thighs and drop to the floor. I was standing, naked, aside from my heels, completely at her mercy.
She approached me and I closed my eyes. I shivered at her touch, and at the feel of the gun barrel as she brushed it over my stomach, my thighs, my hardening nipples. Suddenly I felt her fingers teasing my pussy lips and I gasped. At the same time, I sensed her drawing close to me. She pulled the panties out of my mouth and began to kiss me, roughly, biting my lip and pushing her tongue into me so that it was hard to breath. Her fingers were exploring me, exposing my pussy, opening me up and teasing my clit, so that despite myself, I couldn’t help feeling the first tingling of pleasure.
Then she stopped. Walking away, she pulled a canvas sheet off a large object to reveal an animal cage. I saw her smiling at me.
“Get in,” she ordered.
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