I quickly decided on what I wanted to do to her, and my smile grew as I heard the knock on the door for only a moment before it opened. Stacy opened the door and let the Baroness into the apartment. The woman with fiery red hair with her firey red dress was blushing a firey red from ear to ear in embarrassment. She walked meekly into the room past me, and I closed the door. I turned to her with a neutral expression before smirking. "I forgot to ask Whore," I began getting her started, and her blush deepened as she remembered the last time I played with her.
"I-" The Baroness stuttered as her blush somehow continued to deepen. "I- I got this dress," She said, turning away from looking at me.
I smiled while she couldn't see me, and I reached into the inventory and pulled out a couple of more gold coins and less than last time. "Well, Whore," I said, closing the distance, reaching her face, and making her look at me. I fanned out the few gold coins in my hand so she could see. "Since you are a used whore and need work, I will pay you more than what you are worth this time. You're not leaving until you have finished your proper services like the proper whore that you are."
My voice dripped with contempt, and that only fueled the look of lust on her face and the shame that lust brought with it. Her face was a fiery red, and I could see it on her neck now. "Whore, I see you still have the habit of acting like a maiden." I continued and looked deep into her eyes. "We both know you are a used whore; don't we?" I asked.
The Baroness, or my whore for the night, looked at me stunned. Her gaze was locked on mine, unsure of how to reply as I stared into hers, and I didn't let go as I felt her want to turn away. Silence reigned between the two of us, and neither spoke for several moments before I smirked.
"Not willing to say yet, it seems," I said slowly as I looked at her with a smile. "That will change soon," I promised and let go of her making her sigh in relief. "I think a dirty whore like you needs to get cleaned while we wait for my toys to clean up the training room. Come with me, Whore." I said, turning away.
I walked away from her and moved through the apartment without a thought of the fact that the Baroness wouldn't follow. While I walked, I remembered the name of the whore behind me and decided against using it once. I needed her to think that she was my whore. I would pay her and continue to do so each time she showed herself in front of me. I would make sure to send some mail once I am gone so she could come to visit me.
I grinned at that thought, arrived at our bathroom, opened the door, and walked inside. A second later, the Baroness whore followed me in. "Strip Whore," I ordered as I brought her inside.
The whore I looked at blushed red but listened to the order. She slipped the dress off, and the fabric pooled under her, and I stripped my clothing off myself. I looked at the woman before me taking off a red bra and panties that were clearly made at our tailoring shop. Soon that bra and panties were off, showing me her body, and she blushed under my gaze.
I stepped toward her cupping a breast in my hand, and increased my grip on it till she gasped. "A whore like you would rather sit on your knees for the next couple of weeks." I said, "I think even that should be uncomfortable for you too. Tell me Whore," I began to ask, "How badly do you want it to hurt tonight?"
"Badly, Mistress, I want to remember tonight for eternity," The whore in front of me said, and I smirked.
"A whore like yourself doesn't need much to masturbate, too," I replied, and my grip turned to a vice making her gasp. I pulled her toward me by her breast before my hand slapped her face with calculated precision to avoid leaving a bruise. I quickly followed up with another slap and grinned as the slap hit home on Hillary, the Baroness, and my whore.
She looked at me, hurt, but more turned on than ever. "Turn the fucking water on whore, I need to clean the other clients off of your pussy before I use you later," I said.
"Yes, Mistress," the Whore said. The whore turned and quickly started the shower, which I quickly pushed her into, making her gasp. I didn't care as I roughly grabbed her by her red hair, took the soap in hand, and began to wash her roughly. "Mistress!" She cried, and I replied by slapping her tit hard.
"Shut up," I told her, "You are a dirty fucking whore that I have to clean before I use. Shut up and don't speak unless spoken to," I snapped while I roughly washed her body. As I soaped her body, I made sure that I was rough as I could be, making her groan and moan as her nipples got hard. I quickly made sure to 'wash' her chest more with force, making her squeal as I did so. Her pussy began to gush fluids as I uncaringly washed her body.
I had to move, and I took my time making sure that every body part was clean with rough treatment as I almost scraped her body clean. I was rough on her back and made sure to spank her hard as I did so. Not one complaint escaped as she moaned and groaned under my treatment as I began to wash her legs and thighs roughly.
Smirking, I reached her core, and she looked up at me surprised when suddenly I began to roughly wash her pussy and ass hard. She began to squeal and cry out as I roughly washed her holes with strength. The whore screamed as I roughly brushed her clit with the soap, making sure it was uncomfortable.
The rough treatment quickly made her lose control of herself, and she grabbed my arm even as I felt her pussy moisten, even as I washed it hard. After a bit, I retracted the bar of soap and looked at her. "Seems you only can get wet even when I clean you," I said, my voice filled with contempt, "Get on your knees," I barked an order, and the whore was on her knees before her brain even realized it, and I shoved my pussy in her face, "Clean it up whore," I told her, and instantly her tongue started to get to work on my clit.
I slowly moaned even as I realized I needed to piss and knew where to dump that load of urine. A sadistic smile appeared on my face as the whore under me eagerly worked on my cunt, slowly bringing pleasure to her Mistress. I let myself relax, and I held her head in place as the shower water poured down on me, rinsing me off as my whore licked my cunt real good. Seconds later, I felt her tongue punch into my pussy, hitting a point that made me moan as I quickly reached the orgasm, and I slapped her face a little.
"Harder and more effort whore," I cursed, "Hurry the fuck up, I am paying you, you dumb whore!"
Her tongue sped up in response, and pleasure hit me in waves as I rose on my toes a little as I reached my peak, and her tongue pulled out and sucked on my clit and licked it properly, sending me over the edge. I moaned in the shower filling the room, and my legs trembled in a light orgasm before a sadistic smile crossed my face. I let my bladder go and grabbed the whores head as my urine filled her mouth, and she struggled. I didn't care as I bathed her in a golden shower as she squealed into my cunt, sending a sadistic shiver through me as I heard her suddenly moan, and I only had a moment to notice her trembling legs as she came from a golden shower that she was forced to drink some of.
"What the fuck?!" I exclaimed, "Did I give you permission to cum?' I asked.
The whore looked up at me, unknowing of what just happened to her and the depravity she had just reached for the first time in her life looked at me, not comprehending. I scowled down at her and I forcefully picked her up and turned her around before pinning her to the wall. Her face was smashed against the wall, and my hand quickly came down on her ass hard. A wet red handprint showed on her ass, and it was far from the last one as my hand rapidly came down on her ass again and again.
The whore's brain suddenly caught up, and my hand hit her ass again. "Who," I began as my hand came down on her ass, "Do!" My hand spanked her hard as I pinned her again, emphasizing each word with another harsh spank on her rapidly turning red ass. "Do! YOU! THINK! YOU! ARE!?" I continued to ask her as I beat her ass red.
"A WHORE!" The whore replied suddenly and moaned as my hand came down. Her legs began trembling, and her pussy erupted as she experienced another orgasm without my permission, and my hand came down even harder. "IM A WHORE! MAKE ME YOUR WHORE!" The whore began to scream in pain. "GOD! COLLAR ME! ENSLAVE ME! FUCK ME! WHORE ME OUT LIKE A DOG!" She began to scream, "MAKE ME YOURS, MISTRESS!" She screamed, and I looked at the crazy bitch that I barely even began training.
It made me remember her introduction, and I knew she was an insatiable pervert that had been closeted for too long. Made her easy with little challenge. Boring in a word. Still, she deserved her reward for the information she sent, and my hand continued to abuse her ass just until I saw that tremble in her legs, and I stopped.
"No, Cumming yet whore," I told her as I let go.
"No, Please, Mistress," The whore turned to me with eyes begging for more punishment. "I want to cum!" She exclaimed harshly, followed up with a controlled slap to the face.
"Shut up, Whore," I snapped.
I grabbed her and dragged her out by her neck, her legs barely keeping up with me as I pulled her wet body out of the shower. Freya stood before me with a smile on her face, "Mistress, The training room is ready and cleaned for you. Sorry for the wait," Freya said, and I stormed past her with the whore in my grip, struggling to stay with me even as I held her neck in my hand. I went through the open training room door and stormed inside.
Quickly I pulled her inside and slammed the door with the whore behind me, gasping for breath. "Well, I was going to reward you," I said, letting my voice trail off, and I pulled her over to the rack. I lifted her, put her down on the table, shoved her back onto the rack, and began to restrain her, "But it seems I need to start with a punishment," I finished.
"Please, Mistress," The Whore responded, "Use me as you will!"
I didn't need her to say that; I think something cracked in her head. I didn't care at this moment, though, as I restrained her and grabbed the clothes pins, and began to dress her down. I pinched her stomach and put clothespins down her hips. Each made her squeal, and her pussy moistened. "I can't stop thinking, Mistress," The whore suddenly said, "My pussy keeps getting wetter and wetter, and I cannot stop thinking about what would happen if anyone knew what I did!" She squealed, her legs trembling, and I looked at her. "I betrayed the military to someone I met once before that made me feel like a woman. Who made me feel pleasure for only the chance to feel pain and pleasure. I feel like cumming!" She exclaimed.
I looked down at her, smiled, and realized what had happened to this baroness. It was a kink. It was the fact that I was playing into each and every one of her kinks right now. She paid with something that could end her life just for the chance of pleasure. She was lonely at home with a husband she didn't love. She wanted a woman as her marriage partner and worked closely with the military. This woman must masturbate every night to fantasies, which must have been one of them.
I smirked as I realized this, and I knew what to do.
"Tell me whore," I said, my voice turning cold as I reached back and grabbed a flogger. "What is the deployment of the Military going to be around the City?" I asked.
"I CAN'T SAY!" She exclaimed, only to be greeted with a flogger straight against her breasts hard. Her back lifted, and she screamed, and her legs trembled, and juices poured from her pussy. My flogger came down again and again making her scream, "I WILL TELL! I WILL TELL MISTRESS!" She screamed a moment later as I flogger her breasts a firey red that matched her hair.
"They will be coming to the north entrance to start!" She cried, "Please, have mercy and let me cum!" She cried, and I took the flogger and whipped her pussy, making her cry out before I spat in her open mouth her legs shook, and she squirted from the humiliation and roleplay we were playing. I wasn't taking her word for it at this moment, but it seemed that she had a torture fantasy that she didn't tell her friend about.
"The north?" I said as her body arched. "Then tell me why they are coming?" I asked.
I- I don't know, Mistress," She whined, and my flogger came down on her sore breasts. Her squeal filled the room, but I didn't think she had more information. Instead, I moved to the clothes pins and whipped her again, making some of the pins come off, giving me a free squeal as the pain erupted from her. I whipped her again and again, asking the same question and making her cry out before I took something I hadn't done to someone since my mobster days. I walked over to my supplies, pulled out a simple short needle, and walked back.
"You sure you don't know?" I asked, my voice telling.
"I Don't know, Mistress, Or I would tell you," She whined.
"Okay," I replied my voice flat and my pussy was more moister than a swamp as I walked around. I could smell my own pheromones as I wondered what this was like in the context of sex. Then I began to poke her bare foot with the needle.
"AH!" the whore screamed out loud in shock. I continued to poke and tickle her feet, making her squeal and laugh even as I watched her pussy start dripping with female ejaculate. "NoNONONONONONONO!" She screamed with no pauses as I used my fingers to softly tickle her other foot as the other one I poked with a sharp needle making her jump and squeal, unable to escape. "NO, MISTRESS!" She cried out as I tickled her while she laughed with tears in her eyes. "MISTRESS! MISTRESS! PLEASE!" She screamed and continued till she had trouble breathing, and still I continued.
The Whore's begging for mercy or anything till she cried out and began to piss all over the table. Her red, swollen body pissed itself even as she continued to try and escape my brutal tickling. "AH! MERCY P-P-PLEASE MISTRESS!" She cried out as her legs started to tremble and I smiled as I reached forward and I slapped her clit hard her pussy erupted with a fresh orgasm as I went back to tickling her feet.
"Hmm, cumming without permission again," I said as she started to scream.
"NOOOOOO! MISTRESS, PLEASE DON'T TICKLE ME ANYMORE!" She cried, her body jumping off the table and back on, and my pussy was dripping, watching her beg and cry. "PLEASE!" Her scream erupted, and no mercy was shown.
I tickled her till she came again before I got up on the table and sat on her face till she made me cum. The night had just started, though, and I paid my whore good gold. I looked down into her eyes, her gaze cloudy. "Don't worry, Whore," I promised, "This will be more than you ever imagined it would be in your dreams. You will be thinking about this for years to come."
I got off the table and unlocked the restraints, allowing her to slump a little more on the table before pulling the chains down to strap her in. It was time for some whipping fun, and I had the entire night to spoil this whore. I was going to use it.
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