KATALINA
I went through the most excruciating pain of my life.
When Huracio was spanking me, I thought I was going to die. The spanking started as almost harmless, and I thought he was being ridiculous. How could that be a punishment? He was just a creep, using me to have fun. I was embittered more than before.
A few spanks later, I knew I was wrong. He wasn’t being ridiculous, he was being diabolical.
Each time it hit, my clit got zapped like when one’s finger comes in contact with an exposed wire. While that was happening and getting me crazed out, every other part of my labia was tingling… and it felt so good… but I was embarrassed. I did everything within my power to resist it.
While still handling that…*
Smack, smack, smack…
“Huracio, fuck you!” I yelled, squeezing my face in sudden, excruciating pain mixed with pleasure.
He smacked my inner thighs and it damned stung!
After three spanks to each of my inner thighs brought tears back to my eyes, he went back to smacking my pussy. Once again, he was gentle.
My arousal went through inexplicable changes. From nosediving the moment he spanked my thighs, to rising the moment he shifted back to spanking my pussy.
Then, the tingling and stinging sensations mixed. I don’t know how to describe how that felt. It felt good and it was awful. It messed up my psyche. I wanted to cry while moaning or moan while crying. The unfamiliar sensation spread from my pussy to every part of my body. It was like I was getting spanked on every part of my body.
The sensation gradually climbed up my spine, and a heavy pressure started building up in my head. I felt like I was going to lose my mind if he didn’t stop. At this point, I couldn’t stop moaning. I started begging him to stop, but he could as well be beating on a bale of textile. I was completely ignored.
I wanted to bear it, but my body grew hot, and my head started humming. I felt pleasured and pressured. I didn’t understand why I felt this way, and it scared me. I needed him to stop. I was convinced that my head would combust at any moment. It was heavy and had a rhythm of its own.
When he refused, I started cursing him.
Then, he brought out his dick.
Oh, God! It was huge and long.
I had seen only one dick all my life. Compared to Huracio’s dick, Kelvin’s dick was a standard size of summer pork sausages, Huracio’s dick was like those huge blood sausages.
I know girls like them huge and long, but when I saw it, all I could feel was fear. There was no way I was allowing him to bring that close to me. I started twitching and yanking my hands, frantically yelling at him not to come near me.
Then his phone rang.
Relief washed over me when he stood up. I thought he was leaving.
He wasn’t. He took a pinky object out of a box on the end of the bed.
When I saw what it was, I didn’t feel too surprised. I was actually curious because I had heard so much about it, but had never seen it before.
I grew quiet and stayed still for him to fix it to my pussy. It felt cold, soft, and smooth.
The moment it started vibrating against my clitoris, my body shivered. My clitoris was already sore and stingy. I felt pain before I felt pleasure.
To my surprise, Huracio finally headed for the door. I didn’t expect him to leave.
I had no idea that the real torture was just about to start.
The vibration of the Clit stimulator was good, but before long, my nerves became taut, and I couldn’t help but curse and cry again.
Not only was I getting stimulated intermittently, but the stimulation always ended just when I was about to climax. I became so frustrated and called for Huracio several times, but for the next two hours, nobody came back.
I was going crazy.
By the time he came back, I had lost track of time. I was drained, and my cry was reduced to a trembling in my throat as ripples of uncontrollable pleasure shot through my body.
Though I called, it was torturous.
“Hello, Kitty.”
The vibration just paused and I was taking a rest when the door opened and Huracio walked in.
“Huracio, please. I will never do it again. I will never slap you again. Please, make it stop.” I instantly started begging.
“Sure, but from now on, you have to follow all my rules.”
Just then, the vibration started again.
I gasped and started nodding, readily agreeing to whatever he wanted to say.
“I will do whatever you want. Just make it stop. Huh… sss… huh.”
I tried to stop the moans, but I was so tender and sensitive down there. It was overwhelmingly euphoric and painful.
Rolling his eyes, he came over and removed it directly.
“Thank you. Thank you,” I groaned while cursing him in my mind.
He sat on the bed and gave me a grave look.
“Are you sure you have no idea where your mother could be hiding?”
I shook my head and slightly yanked on the chains. “My hands hurt. Please, release me.” I continued begging.
At this point, I didn’t care much for my Mother’s disappearance. I just wanted to get out of the chains. My hands were in severe pain.
He huffed and stood up.
Thankfully, he started removing the chains. Once I was free, my hands started tingling and shaking as if they had been poked with pins. It was so painful that I curled up, and started crying afresh.
To my surprise, Huracio wordlessly helped me to massage them. He kneaded them until blood started flowing in the veins, and the pain stopped. After that, he allowed me to leave the room.
“Once you are done cleaning up, come downstairs. We need to talk.” He said before leaving the bedroom.
Feeling sore everywhere, I sniggered the moment he was gone.
I swear to God, I will have my revenge., I mused as I took a shower. I was feeling so raw down there and feared that I would catch an infection.