Tied to a St Andrew's cross, blindfolded, wrists and ankles bound, topless, skirt tucked into the waistband, leaving your arse on display for all. Hearing the laughs of pleasure from the crowd, and hisses wincing in empathy for you.
Beating, thwapping and slapping - across your thighs, your arse and your back. It never ends.
Raking my nails over those tender red welts, running my hands round to your nipples and pinching hard. Whispering words of sluttiness in your ear.
Back to the beating. On and on, harder and faster.
Then nothing. You stand there, strapped and panting, tingling, unable to turn around and anticipate what comes next.
It seems like ages, until you feel the sudden push of my body against your back and my cock forcing itself between your legs.
Pleasure and pain. Exquisite humiliation as you're raped for all to see, as I pin down on your wrists, breathing against your neck and biting down hard. It's so hard and so fast. No time to think.
Pull back and back to the beating.
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