She gulped her mouth around his cock again and sucked at it wildly. She drew it in deeply and felt its tip pressing against the back of her throat. The smacking continued and she pulled it down more until it plugged her completely. Then she felt it expanding and she took it even deeper, she could not breathe but it did not matter, she did not care. She swallowed it and felt the stiff rod inserting itself right down inside her, then she felt the pulses and the run of fluid streaming along its length. She drew it in more and gulped and heaved and then it finished deeply down her throat and she broke free, choking and gasping and screaming and dribbling. She did not need to swallow it, it had come so deeply inside her that there was nothing around her mouth to drink.
"Beat me more Father. Please, more."
The smacking continued until she felt herself drifting into an unconscious oblivion. She did not admit any more though she knew there were still things to confess. She did not admit the new wave of sensation that had spread within her when she saw Caleb cowering as her slave and she did not admit the new feeling of control that she had sensed as she held her orgasm back until she had made him serve her enough.
As she bent before Father Thomas, and the blows of his hand continued on her buttocks. She glanced across the room and saw Caleb and Kirk both crouched down at the foot of the bed. Just before she gasped for the last time in pain, and fell into unconsciousness. She imagined them both as her servants and wondered what things she could do to force them to serve and satisfy her.
CHAPTER 14
The next thing Maria knew she was being hauled down the stairs of the hotel by Kirk and Father Thomas. Her mouth was gagged with wide tape and her wrists and ankles were tied tightly with thin rope. She was still naked and when she felt a stab in her side from Caleb's staff and pulled back in pain, she was reminded that her clitoral ring was still attached to the noose at her throat. They handled her roughly and as they pulled her through the door her face banged jarringly against the wall.
She was thrust into the boot of a car which was driven away at speed. After a while the car stopped, the boot was opened and she was dragged out. She looked around with bleary eyes and saw that she was in a large dock area. Father Thomas and Kirk carried her in through the door of a small brightly lit building on one of the piers and threw her down on the floor. Maria looked up and her eyes widened in horror.
A group of rough looking men dressed in overalls stood in a circle around her, several of them held snarling dogs that strained angrily on their leashes, two of them dangled chains from their hands and one was holding a wide leather strap.
"You do not have long," said Father Thomas. "The Mistress Lesley wants her ready in an hour."
"This won't take long," said the man with the leather strap as he strode towards Maria. "You're a tidy little thing, aren't you? I hope you can run fast!"
He bent his head towards her and breathed hard into her face, then he pulled out a long knife and held it up in front of her eyes. Her nostrils flared and she fought for breath as he grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet.
"Release her!"
"Yes, let's make the bitch run!"
The man with the knife bent down and slashed the blade through the rope which tied her ankles, and, as it sprung apart, she lost her balance and stumbled backwards.
"Run you little bitch! Run!"
Maria felt confused and frightened. The dogs strained forward on their leads and bared their dripping teeth. She shrunk back even more and fell over on her back. Her wrists twisted as she landed clumsily and she yelled out in pain as her naked shoulders scraped against the ground.
"Run you fucking bitch or do we have to give you a taste of the strap to get you going?"
The man with the strap came forward and without warning lashed her across her breasts. She wanted to yell as she felt it land heavily across her nipples but could only breathe harder through her wide open nostrils. Then another lash came down and she scrambled backwards in an effort to pull herself away, then another and she tried to get to her feet, then the strap landed across the front of her thighs and, in a terrible panic, finally she managed to stand.
"Run you fucking bitch!"
Maria shrunk further and further back towards the open door, then, overwhelmed and confused, she turned, dashed through the door and started to run away across the dark docks.
The men hung back for a while, holding onto the pulling dogs, as she disappeared into the darkness. As she ran, she heard the snarling and shouting fading into the distance and, when she came to a large container that stood on the edge of a pier, she dived behind it to hide and get her breath back. She could not hear the dogs at all now and she thought she might get away, so she ran on across the dockyards until her feet were cut and bleeding.
Then she heard the sound of the dogs getting closer and her panic returned. She ran as fast as she could but with her wrists tied so tightly behind her back, and the tape across her mouth, she knew they would catch her in the end. She knew that if she did not escape them she would be punished and raped and she would have to do whatever they wanted, and she ran on like a fox trying in vain to escape from the baying hounds.
She kept running until she could hardly move, then, as she turned to see how close they were behind her, she crashed into an empty oil drum, and fell over with the spinning drum clattering noisily across the ground beside her.
"There she is boys!"
She struggled to get up and dodged behind a stack of timber.
"Round here! She's round here somewhere!"
The dogs barked and yelped as she crouched, shivering and shaking, behind the timber stack, then a powerful hand grabbed her from behind.
"Got you bitch!"
Maria spun around in panic.
"Here boys, I've got her!"
She wriggled under his grip and fought frantically to escape but he grabbed her hair and held her back. She pulled as hard as she could but he gripped her hair so tightly that she could not get away no matter how much pain she endured.
The dogs appeared first, straining at their leashes, then the men came behind them and gathered around their victim. "They poked at her and taunted her, then one of them reached out and ripped the tape from her mouth. She let out a terrific scream, she howled and shrieked and the dogs barked louder as if inflamed by her bestial cries.
She was pulled to the ground and forced to bend over. She kept screeching and the dogs kept barking and straining towards her as she felt the lash of leather across her bottom as the strap came down.
Whack!
She screamed again and again but the beating did not stop, her buttocks felt raw from the flailing of the strap and she kept shouting for them to stop, then one of the lashes caught her tightly bound hands and she shrieked in terror.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
Then there was a pause, but it was only for a moment, the next thing she knew she felt the knife cutting through the rope that held her wrists. They sprung apart but were grabbed straight away as she was rolled over on her back. She felt stones and rubbish pressing into her back as they held her arms wide and forced her down and, as they splayed her legs wide, she felt the steaming, hot breath of the dogs as they pulled frantically on their leads.
Maria was terrified as she was held down, spread-eagled and totally exposed, but, as she writhed against the hands that held her, she felt the painful pull of the ring in her clitoris. The more she tried to break free the more the chain pulled at the ring and the more she felt the sensation of pleasure welling up inside her.
She felt the heat of a cock at the edges of her cunt. She threw her head back and the chain pulled violently at the ring in her clitoris, the pain was terrible but she felt it engorging and knew that her cunt was demanding more. She felt the lips of her cunt getting wetter and, as the cock thrust inside her in one forceful surge, she was silky and smooth and took it all.