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Marina's Story
by Robin (robin2003@clara.co.uk)

***

A story of "O" style of tale with a difference. (MMF, 
beast, v, reluc, bd, voy)

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Chapter One: Marina’s arrival


The car drew up alongside the curb and slowly ground to 
a halt. The rain, which had been constant for the last 
two hours, ran in rivulets down the windows and screen, 
creating patterns of reflected light from the neon 
signs that advertised the shops from which they hung.

Marina stared through the distortion the water caused. 
She did not know this area of London. The back streets 
always seemed to contain a brooding darkness that hid a 
promise of malevolence, barely concealed below the wet 
surface. She feigned indifference and sniffed, as if 
she had no care In the world. But inside, she quivered, 
her uncertainty boiled and gave her little respite. 
Nerve ends jangled and her heart thudded in her breast 
as if trying to hammer its way out from the prison of 
her rib cage.

Trembling fingers undid the top three buttons of her 
silk blouse. Marina wanted to flinch, she wanted to 
draw away from the cool touch of the callused fingers, 
but she knew to show any weakness now would be fatal. 
Carefully, the questing fingers parted the open fabric 
and exposed her left breast. The cold damp of the night 
air woke the skin of her nipples, drawing blood to the 
area and stiffened the raised bud of dark pink. 

His fingers found the hardening nib and slowly 
manipulated and squeezed until it became almost 
painful. Marina wanted even more, to pull away, to 
escape the attentions of his hand, to open the door and 
run for her very life. Instead, she shifted to a more 
comfortable position and continued to study the rain-
soaked pavements as if she had no feelings or interest 
in his ministrations of her flesh.

The black glass that separated the driver from the 
passengers slid noiselessly down. George, who had been 
chauffeuring them around since early this afternoon, 
turned and impassively looked at Marina. She felt a 
wave of self consciousness. Countless times, she had 
been bare breasted in public, but hat had always been 
on a beach in the company of thousands of other sun 
bathers where nudity was almost a necessity or a 
requirement to be part of the club.

"We are here sir," George looked dispassionately at 
Marina’s discomfort, then without another word or 
visual emotion, he closed the sliding pane of oh so 
black glass, leaving Marina, once again, in the company 
of her partner who continued to inflame her tortured 
nipple without pause.

Her husband, David spoke.

"Give me your hands." The command was delivered with a 
gentle voice that compelled her to his will and left no 
quarter. What if she disobeyed? What would be the 
outcome? She complied without rancor and watched the 
steel of the cuffs encircle her and snap locked. 

"You will say nothing. Do you understand?" Marina 
nodded, her uncertainty was making her teeth chatter 
and she knew her voice would betray her nervousness if 
she spoke. "Lift your ass." Marina braced her feet 
against a ridge of the chassis. Her shoulders sank into 
the soft leather of the seat back, she arched her back 
and lifted her bottom so that only her shoulders and 
feet were in contact with the car. He slid her woolen 
skirt up over her thighs and hooked thumb into the 
waist band of her panties. 

A stiletto knife sliced through the delicate fabric, in 
two touches of the blade, the garment was cut from her. 
Marina’s sex was exposed, the mound of downy hair 
concealed her inner lips. His hands raised her skirt so 
that it was behind her back and a gentle, but insistent 
push on her stomach brought her bare ass in contact 
with the cooling leather of the seat. A small shock 
rippled through her causing goose bumps to raise.

"I shall leave you now. When you are collected, you are 
to follow who ever comes or you. Do not speak only 
listen and obey each and every command. Marina, this is 
your last chance to pull out of this. Once I have left, 
there will be no going back and events will happen of 
which you will have no control. Is it your wish to 
continue, or we can drive away now."

Marina wanted to tell him it should stop, she wanted 
him to take her back to the security of the hotel, back 
to the comfort of laying in his arms, secure in the 
knowledge of their love. But, she did not say any of 
those things, she wanted just as much, to know the 
thrill of the unknown and the unknown gave her a 
delicious shiver which flared briefly in her loins. She 
had been waiting for this day ever since they had 
answered the advert in the Times Newspaper.

"Kiss me David." Her breathing rasped in her throat. 
"Kiss me and then leave me, but remember, I love you 
and only you."

"I know my heart, I know. And I know why you are here 
at this time. I know why you are going through with 
this and I thank you with all of my heart." David 
kissed her lips. His tongue caressed her top lip and 
then he was gone. Out into the cold and wet night. The 
cool draught as the door opened and closed, renewed the 
goose bumps again and a small sob of loss escaped her.

As soon as the door closed and thunked into place, 
Marina felt the car begin to glide away from the curb. 
Her bare ass felt the vibration of the powerful engine 
through the seat. Not for the first time, Marina 
wondered what the next two weeks held in store for her. 
She was dimly aware of passing between tall wrought 
iron gates. The crunch of gravel sounded loud. Tall 
trees lined the drive, standing like sentinels and 
shielded the car from the worst of the howling wind 
that drove the rain to curtain sheets of seemingly 
inpenetrable haze. 

Eventually, she could see the lights from a monolithic 
grey house that stood at the end of the sweeping drive. 
Music drifted on the wind as well as the sound of 
laughter and the unmistakable clink of glasses. Marina 
thought that perhaps it was a ball that was happening, 
or at least, a large party. 

The car slowly passed the steps that led to the huge 
front marbled portico. Lanterns blazed a welcome, but 
it was not for Marina they shone, because the car 
continued and then slewed left and down the side of the 
building. The car stopped and George slid the glass 
panel halfway down.

"Wait here please Miss. Someone will come and take you 
inside."

She felt the car jounce as George got out. The sudden 
pressure of air on her eardrums was almost painful as 
his door thudded shut. Silence surrounded her like a 
cloak. The wind had no effect and the music from the 
house was lost, borne away from her and the solitude 
she felt alone in the rapidly cooling car. Time passed, 
it could have been a minute, it could have been an 
hour, she didn’t know. The almost total darkness and 
silence enveloped her in a shroud which precluded all 
senses.

Then the door opened and a hand grasped her arm. Ginger 
hairs of a bare forearm seemed to be disembodied. She 
could not see the owner of the arm. "This way miss." A 
bass voice, just as disembodied as the arm announced. 
"Follow me."

Her arm released, Marina slid across the seat and 
emerged into the stinging rain. A vague shape in front 
of her moved toward the house and an open door. Warm 
light flooded the gravel path but did little to 
highlight her guide. 

Warmth radiated from the door as she passed through it 
into a corridor bereft of any adornments. Hospital 
green painted walls lined a linoleum covered floor. 
Single lamp bulbs hung down from the ceiling at regular 
intervals with white shades that directed the lamplight 
downward, forming pools of light on the floor. The door 
closed behind her and Marina turned to see her guide 
for the first time.

He was quite short, only about five foot five she 
guessed. His bare arms hung listlessly from a black 
leather jerkin cinched at the waist with a wide tan 
coloured leather belt. A great mop of unruly ginger 
hair framed a face that in no way could have been 
called hansom. The most notable feature of his face was 
a bulbous nose that had broken vessels under the skin 
and gave a purple hue which contrasted his hair.

"I am Rene," he announced. "I shall be looking after 
you while you stay with us." His voice seemed to come 
from his diaphragm were it was so low. "Shortly, you 
will be taken to your room where you will be bathed and 
made ready. You are required to silence at all times. 
Failure to comply with this will be dealt with harshly. 
You will obey all commands. You will eat when told to, 
sleep when you are told to and you will submit to the 
Masters. These are the only rules, break anyone of them 
and your punishment will be severe. Do you understand? 
You may nod your agreement, but do not speak." Marina’s 
nerves almost gave way then, but she nodded.

"While you are here, you will have no name. You may be 
called any one of a hundred names, but your previous 
name and life are behind you now. You have no identity. 
Take off your clothes, more will be provided." He 
released her hands from the wrist cuffs and stepped 
back to watch her.

Marina hesitated for a fraction. Taking off her clothes 
felt like she was removing armour just as she was going 
into battle, it felt just as foolhardy. Not that the 
cloth could protect her from anything other than the 
cold, but nakedness in this corridor would leave her 
vulnerable and exposed.

"We have many things in abundance in this place, but 
patience is not one of them. When given an order, you 
will and must comply without hesitation, failure will 
result in the same punishment as for any other 
transgression. Is that clear?"

Marina nodded again and quickly stripped her clothes 
off. She tried to cover her nakedness from his 
appraising look with her hands. He didn’t seem to mind 
too much. Her clothes were taken from her and put into 
a basket that she hadn’t seen. "This way."

Rene walked towards a door at the end of the sterile 
corridor. A key was fished out of his pocket and the 
door opened onto a white stone stairway which he began 
to climb. He didn’t look back to see if she followed. 
The stairs went up in a spiral to a landing that might 
have been two floors up. 

Marina could only guess this because there were no 
doors or windows to mark her assent. At the top, a 
single door that was also locked, opened out onto a 
tiled courtyard with cloistered boarders. A fish pool 
with a small fountain was the centre piece of a well 
tended garden. Gravel paths were laid in concentric 
patterns with low bedding plants in between.

Rene opened another door that revealed a small room. 
Carpets and furnishings lent a warmth to the room which 
was augmented by a log fire burning in a grate. A bed 
covered with a colourful duvet over it. She was ushered 
into the room, but didn’t have time to take in her 
surroundings because Rene took her shoulders and told 
her to kneel on the floor. 

"This is to be your cell," he informed her as he 
released his cock from behind a flap in his leather 
pants. "You will not be allowed to lock this door and 
you may not alter in any way, this room or the 
furnishing. Take my cock in your mouth and suck me 
off." He told her almost conversationally as if it were 
an everyday occurrence.

Marina, naked and knelt on the floor didn’t feel she 
could have resisted. Her mouth opened and accepted him, 
her tongue began to work behind the fold of skin that 
was all that was left of his foreskin. She preferred 
men with circumcised dicks, it seemed cleaner.  Soon 
his flaccidity was replaced by engorged and hardened 
flesh. His breathing became less steady and before she 
had begun to get into a rhythm, He came in her mouth 
with no thought for her satisfaction.

"You will be attended to. Remember, do not speak."

Then he left her, still kneeling on the floor as if 
nothing had happened. Marina wiped away the cum from 
her lips, spiting out what she could.

After she had cleaned herself up at the small washstand 
in a corner of the room. Marina explored the cell. 
There was very little to find. A drawer in a small 
bedside table had a Gideon bible, but nothing else. The 
wardrobe was completely empty except for a few hangers. 
She fond soap and washing things in a small cabinet by 
the washstand, but that was it. The room was devoid of 
any other items.

Unsure of what to do, Marina laid on the bed and was 
just drifting off into a light sleep when a soft knock 
sounded on the door. Marina crossed the room and opened 
the door to two tall women who’s arms carried clothing 
and some coloured bottles that contained who knew what. 
The two, almost identical women said nothing to Marina, 
but beckoned for her to follow them. 

She closed the door and ran to catch up with the 
retreating backs. She was able to observe them and the 
strange clothing they wore. Heavy brocade skirts 
covered their legs, but the backs of the garments had 
been cut away to expose their bare cheeks and calves. A 
simple leather harness that started from a circlet 
around their throats and then between breasts to a 
ring. Straps lifted their pert tits and a strap was 
clasped at the back, holding the whole thing together. 
Their hair was pulled up off faces and was cinched by 
another leather thong into a pony tail. Both of them 
had dark brown hair, that, if released would have been 
to mid-shoulder length. Their feet were bare and 
neither of them wore panties.

They led Marina to a door on the opposite of the square 
courtyard. Open, she could see a huge sunken bath, full 
of water that steamed gently and infused the air with a 
fragrance that she could not place. Marina was led to 
the bath side. Still nothing had been said, 
instructions given had been by gestures or pushes. The 
two women pulled their skirts open. They had been held 
only with Velcro. The leather harnesses came off 
leaving the two as naked as Marina. She was guided into 
the sunken bath and the two followed her.

She was made to kneel so that the deliciously warm 
water came to her breasts. Her hair was dampened with 
water cupped in hands. Then a fragrant shampoo was 
massaged into her scalp and hair after which they two 
women rinsed her blond hair with cupped handfuls of 
water.

They gentle grasped her elbows when they were satisfied 
with her hair and lifted her to a standing position. 
Scented oil was massaged over her shoulders. This was 
from the coloured bottles the two had carried. They 
massaged the oil all over her body, spending time to 
rub it into her breasts and stomach area. Then they 
washed her from top to bottom, spreading her legs so 
they could wash and clean her most intimate parts. 

A finger gentle opened her private lips and made sure 
that the scented water cleaned her from the inside. 
Then another finger was gently, but insistently, 
inserted into her anus and the cleaning was made 
thorough. The attention that she was being subjected to 
had Marina panting and trembling. Their expert hands 
were giving her a working over that threatened to bring 
her to a climax. Marina had always been curious about 
same gender sex and if this was anything to go by, she 
had missed a wonderful experience.

The bath over, the girls guided her out of the bath 
where they pat dried her, beginning with her hair, then 
her body. Another bottle was unstopped and another oil 
poured into the hands of the two women. Marina 
identified the fragrance of jasmine as it too, was 
massaged into her skin. Once she had been liberally 
massaged, the two girls led Marina to a low bench where 
she was made to sit. One of the girls put a finger to 
her lips to show Marina that she was not to speak, then 
whispered in her ear.

"I am Grace and she is Olivia. We will get you ready 
for the Masters. We will make your face up and attend 
to any of your needs. But, first, we are going to fuck 
you."

Both pairs of hands explored her body. Her breasts and 
sex were invaded and abused. Her anus was invaded 
again, but instead of the insertion just entering her, 
a whole finger spread her delicate sphincter and began 
to rhythmically pump her orgasm to explosion. They 
kissed her. Mouths exploring mouths lips exploring lips 
and a sudden nip of teeth on her clit left her 
breathless and quivering, panting for more and on the 
verge of a second shuddering orgasm.

An hour later, Marina was led back to her cell and left 
to herself. While she had been away, a light lunch of 
cold meat and a marinated salad had been left for her. 
A glass of white wine accompanied the meal which she 
ate with an appetite that she had been unaware of until 
she started eating.

Soon after, Rene returned. He inspected the harness 
that Grace and Olivia had put on her and seemed 
satisfied with the fit and the way it separated her 
breasts and parted the lips of her sex. The skirt they 
had provided was of the same heavy brocade and 
scratched a little. He touched her body, running his 
hands over her smooth skin, over her breasts, causing 
her nipples to spring into readiness. Over the smooth 
skin of her backside. His appreciative looks told her 
she was quite acceptable.

"You are ready," he informed her. "The masters are 
waiting for your appearance, best we don’t keep them 
waiting too long." He turned and opened the door, but 
turned back with his hand on the door knob. "Is there 
anything you want to ask? You may speak."

"What is to happen to me Rene? Is there anything I 
should expect?"

"What happens to you is yet to be decided and really 
depends on your reactions. As for what to expect, best 
you not worry about that, just be prepared for 
anything. Your submission will be complete. You have no 
rights now until we release you back to your Husband." 

His eyes softened and his look seemed almost 
sympathetic. "Marina, you are to be subjected to some 
of the most debasing things. Each event is to be borne 
with silence. If you even whimper, you will be 
mercilessly whipped. Some of our guests have very vivid 
imaginations and I could not even begin to guess their 
intent. Just remember, they will not harm you in any 
permanent way."

He turned back to the door and led Marina across the 
square towards her immediate future that would change 
her for life.

Chapter Two takes Marina into the depths and highs of 
total Submission.


Chapter Two: Rene


Rene gestured for Marina to follow him. He held the 
door open after himself so that she could walk through. 
They crossed the courtyard to the cloister facing. 
Marina could see three painted white doors, all of 
which were shut. Rene led her to the right hand door, 
gestured for her to stand and wait, then knocked once. 
The door was opened after a short while, Marina 
couldn’t see the person inside, it was dark on the 
other side of the door and the opener had stepped back 
into the shadow.

Apprehension flooded her. The doorway looked like a 
dark hole to oblivion. Nothing of sound or vision came 
out of the open door and Marina had a feeling that, if 
she walked over the threshold, she would be swallowed, 
never to emerge again. Her hesitancy must have showed 
because Rene grabbed her arm in a tight grip and 
roughly pulled her into the darkened room. 

What little light there was coming from the still open 
door, showed a large room. Several large cushions of 
some heavy and dark material had been thrown around the 
outer edges, leaving a space in the middle of the room. 
This area had a leather-covered stool and five large 
steel rings set into the floor, which was tiled.

Rene dragged her by her arm into the centre of the 
room, she could hear that there were some other people 
with them, but the shadows hid them from her eyes, 
which had not yet adjusted to the darkness.

"Bind her." A disembodied voice ordered.

Rene attached a leather bracelet to each of her ankles. 
A short chain attached it to one of the rings in the 
floor. The leather cushioned stool was put in front of 
her and Rene pushed her down so that she laid belly 
down on the stool. The coldness of the leather made her 
start and a small gasp escaped her lips. Two more 
bracelets were buckled to her wrists, the chain that 
secured them to the floor was pulled tight and locked 
off with a padlock. She was spread eagled over the 
stool. Legs and arms secured by the tight chains and 
her arse in the air.

"Thank you Rene, you may go now." The disembodied voice 
told him. 

Marina was on the verge of panic; her only contact was 
to be leaving her to whatever the fates decreed. The 
door closed behind him with a soft click. She felt so 
vulnerable, and almost screamed for Rene to come back. 
With no warning, fingers caressed her back, tracing the 
straps of the harness where it bit into her shoulder 
and followed the contours of her spine. She shivered at 
the touch. The heave brocade skirt was lifted off of 
her arse, exposing the firm, milky white flesh to 
anyone who wanted to see. 

"Apply the gag." The voice ordered from the back of the 
room.

"Open your mouth." A woman whispered into her ear. "Do 
it now."

Marina opened her mouth and squeezed her eyes tight 
shut. Something like a rubber ball was put between her 
parted lips and was secured by some sort of strap that 
went around her head. The gag forced her teeth apart 
and affectively stopped any chance of her making any 
protest at the treatment.

"That is good. Leave us now". The owner of the 
commanding voice was still in shadow. It was becoming 
harder for Marina to keep her head up; the muscles of 
her neck were beginning to cramp from trying to hold 
her head in this unnatural position.

Her imagination was running riot. A visual picture of 
what she looked like with her arse in the air, exposed 
to the view of who knew who was in the room. She was 
feeling a mixture of emotions simultaneously, 
Vulnerability, fear of the unexpected, shame at her 
wantonness, excitement at the adventure she was to 
endure, pride that she should be so trusted by her 
husband David and love for him. 

A slight worry also imposed a need for thought, what if 
she was not up to the task? What if she hated training 
that she was there for? What if she lost herself in it? 
Her normal calm demeanour was rattled and the fear of 
the unexpected was the most prevalent and strongest 
thought.

She lost track of time, it seemed like she had been 
left there half naked, for hours, although it was 
probably only minutes. No sound gave her any clue who 
or how many people were in the room, or if there was 
anyone in there with her. Curiosity and the lack of 
action were just getting the better of her. 

She was about to lift her head to look around to take 
in the surroundings when a raking sharp sting across 
her naked shoulders shocked her into a n involuntary 
gasp. It had come with no warning, a swish of the whip 
warned of the next blow which felt like it had taken 
skin off her bare buttocks.

"Just in case you were getting bored". A voice 
whispered into her ear. "Now you will begin the 
training you have been brought here for. Let him 
loose."

Marina wanted to cry from the sudden sting of the whip 
and also from the shock of her being beaten. Suddenly, 
something cold and wet touched the bud of her anus. She 
could not guess at what it was, but again, an 
involuntary gasp escaped her lips. The cold and wet 
something was starting to lick in languid strokes, 
separating her cheeks to get at the most intimate 
centre of her desires.

"Do you like this?" His voice whispered close to her. 
"Jasper is our star, he has fucked more women than I 
have and I lost count many years ago. Open up to him, 
let him invade your beautiful body. I command it."

The gag prevented Marina from answering, but even if 
she had not the gag, voicing anything intelligible 
would have been hard because what ever was questing at 
her womanhood was hitting the right places. A wave of 
pleasure was building up from her stomach. Fires of 
desire were being stoked from the attention her cunt 
was getting. It must be a tongue she thought, but what 
a tongue! It travelled from her clit, over her labia 
and straight up to her puckered arse. 

She started to pant from the exertion of trying to keep 
her head up and suffer the ministrations of this 
glorious tongue. The combination of knowing she was 
being watched and the deliciously intense climax were 
bringing her to a swift orgasm that she could no more 
control than she could talk. It took so little time. 
Her body wracked to the hilt and her cum flooded from 
her in a projected stream like piss. With no control, 
she cried out around the gag as her fluids covered the 
floor between her knees.

"You enjoyed that didn’t you?" The unidentified voice 
asked needlessly. Marina nodded her agreement. "Would 
you like more?" Again, she nodded her agreement and 
prepared for another tonguing like the last, but it 
didn’t come. Suddenly, a weight was placed on her back. 
It felt hairy and the legs that landed either side of 
her waist confirmed that the owner of the tongue was 
not human. Oh fucking hell! She thought, I am being 
given to an animal and I fucking well enjoyed it. 

Any further thoughts though were quickly driven from 
her mind when her cunt was suddenly filled with 
something so big, she wondered if she had been split. 
The dog’s cock had entered her vagina and was pushing 
the walls wider than she had ever been before. It had 
to be a dog she thought. Oh God! What are these sick 
bastards going to have me do? But, even these thought 
left her as its cock rammed into her and pushed against 
her cervix. 

Fucking hell, how big is this fucking dog, I can’t take 
anymore of him, she was wrong. With a huge lunge, the 
dog’s cock travelled completely into her cunt, nosed 
open her cervix and entered her womb. Once there, the 
dog fucked her so hard, never leaving the neck of her 
womb, just screwing her into the leather kneeling 
cushion and forcing its huge cock far into her. A rapid 
rhythm soon had her struggling to breath. Soon had her 
gushing her own cum and fast got her to the point where 
she would pass out from the sheer pleasure her nervous 
synapses were relaying to her brain.

The dogs knot began to grow. Marina had got to the 
point of crying unashamedly, but the dog still had not 
finished with her. His knot felt like it would open her 
cunt wide enough to allow a Car to drive straight in 
without touching the sides. She became aware of the 
immense size of the base of his cock and that he was 
firmly stuck inside her. Her vaginal muscles had 
relaxed to accommodate the knot, but her labia could 
not release enough to allow the dog to escape her. 
Suddenly, she knew he had reached his orgasm. 

White-hot canine sperm flooded her womb. Not one drop 
could leak out where he was so tightly stuck inside 
her. The dog tried to pull out of her and it felt like 
her insides would come out with him. She was dragged, 
by her cunt, off the leather support and onto the 
floor. The dog squealed in pain, but stayed still and 
waited for his erection to diminish. Marina could not 
think of anything less dignified than her current 
position and shame of her readiness to fuck a dog in 
front of complete strangers almost made her cry.

A few minutes past until the dog was able to get away 
from her. But, instead of leaving her to the floor, he 
nosed between her legs and cleaned her off. Marina 
whimpered, in pain and shame. She could still not see 
very well in the darkened room, but was aware of 
several men sitting around the edges of the room on 
settees. Drinks in glasses on low tables were the only 
other things she could see.

"That was good wasn’t it Marina? Jasper can really do 
the job and that tongue of his will bring you off every 
time. You may rest now, but be ready for your orders. 
Rene will take you back to your quarters." The 
whisperer had been beside her all through the ordeal, 
but had stayed quiet.

Marina could only nod her agreement and make a grunting 
noise, which turned into a squeal of shock as the whip 
lashed her bare arse. She hadn’t even heard the swish 
only the white hot heat of leather on skin, her skin. 
Another lash took her across the shoulder blades, then 
yet another set fire to her lower back.

Rene grasped her arm a few moments later and assisted 
her. Marina’s knees almost gave way where they shook so 
much from the exertions of supporting her. Back and 
neck were worse though; it was as much as she could do 
to remain upright and walk across the room to the door 
and bright light of the courtyard on the other side. 
Rene opened her door and shoved her inside following 
after.

"You have done well this day Marina. See that you do 
the same when you are called again." The skirt was 
undone from behind and allowed to fall on the floor. 
The harness too, was undone and joined the skirt on the 
floor. 

Rene took her wrists in his large hands and tied them 
with a thin binding that felt like it was cutting into 
her and cutting off the flow of blood. Rene pulled her 
toward a ring set into the wall and passed the thong 
through it fastening her to the ring. She was sat on a 
stool with her arms held above her. Rene took the gag 
from her mouth and asked her in a harsh voice.

"Did you like that dog’s cock inside you? Did it feel 
nice? You may speak."

"Yes, it was wonderful," Marina answered in a flat 
voice, not wanting to give too much away.

"How much did you enjoy it?" Rene asked her, his voice 
gruff and without waiting for an answer, he brought the 
whip sharply around and lightly smacked her shoulders.

He pulled out his thick cock from his trousers and 
grabbed her head, shoving it into her mouth. I will ask 
again, How much did you enjoy it?"

"Marina gasped as the whip smarted on her shoulder 
again and almost gagged on her tormentor's dick as it 
threatened to choke her.

"Oh!!" Was all she could manage around his cock.

"How much". And her whipped her again, but harder this 
time.

Marina swallowed him, sticking out her tongue so that 
she could get all of him in and down her gullet. She 
fucked his cock with her mouth, feeling him expand and 
twitch while keeping time with the whip. Suddenly, his 
cock exploded in her throat, cum trickled down which 
she had to swallow or throw up. Rene made sure she had 
received all of his seed before pulling out of her 
mouth.

"Tomorrow will be even better Marina. Be prepared and 
do a good job of it."

"I shall do my best Master if it pleases you."

Rene left her after untying her wrists. Marina showered 
and fell gratefully into bed and slept as she had never 
done before, still with the taste of Rene in her mouth 
and on her breath.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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