Samantha's Assemblage

Chapter One-3

Within moments, my entire attention was focused on the end of my blood engorged c**k. The faint sound of a ratchet on the side of the torture block meant nothing until the thin rope pulled painfully tight behind the head of my p***s. Tighter and tighter, the noose went. A faint moan escaped from my panty-gagged lips. She only smiled and walked away. I felt like a mouse in a trap. The tip of my c**k was turning a deep, dark purple. The rest of my c**k swelled, trying to push the blood through my veins. My hands were still cuffed behind my back, so I was at her mercy.

As the pain dulled from lack of circulation, I raised my head. There on the wall before me was a butcher’s cleaver and several large knives. My stomach turned violently. Terror filled my brain. Beads of sweat covered my body. Oh God! She’s going to cut my c**k off! I tried to pull away, but it was impossible. I was her prisoner. She could do anything to me that she wanted. I’d soon find out that being a Bobbitt would have been a lot easier than the pain that soon followed.

I’m sure that only a few minutes had passed, but the time of wondering and worrying seemed like an eternity. Finally she returned, dressed for the occasion. A black leather corset was laced tightly beneath her breasts. Her beautiful melons were pushed up above the sexy garment. Garters cascaded down her thighs, holding up black, lace-topped stockings. Her long, shapely legs disappeared into knee-high black boots. God, she was magnificent!

Her hand gripped the instrument of my ordeal. It was not a knife, but a small whip. The weapon only had tails a foot long, but they were enough. They would do! Each of the strands of the small cat were made of thin, stiff, twisted leather. The black, snake-like fingers hung rigid and ready from her black gloved hand.

She rubbed the cheeks of my ass and whispered softly in my ear. “Spread your legs wide, my slave.” As I did, she reached down between my legs and grabbed the lock that haltered my balls. I felt her pull them back. Her soft hands rubbed my imprisoned testicles ever so gently, making me want her more. “Remember what I said a while ago? There are two things in life that excite me and really turn me on. One is being eaten for hours, being serviced by my slave’s tongue and having dozens of magnificent orgasms. The other is bringing pain to the ones I love. I like a man who craves my whip. My p***y drips just thinking of all the wonderful things I can do to your helpless body. As I put my marks upon your flesh and make you beg for mercy, my loins will erupt with more pleasure than a tongue can ever bring. You’ll see. You’ll feel my lust, as your pain brings me the ultimate pleasure. And, you know what? No matter how much I hurt you, no matter what I do to you tonight, you’ll beg to come back and experience more of it. I know you, Jack. If your c**k was not tied so tight, you’d be dripping just like I am. I can feel the heat in your balls. I can feel them churning with lust, wanting to explode.”

Her fondling continued, and she started nibbling on my neck. I was pulled around enough, so our lips met. She kissed me passionately while rubbing my chest. My c**k held me fast, and the handcuffs prevented me from taking her in my arms. She was right, and I knew it. I wanted to feel her whips. I could hardly wait for the pain she was offering.

Samantha’s tongue probed beyond my lips, and she rubbed my blood-filled c**k. It throbbed with lust as more blood poured through my veins. Then she stopped. “Tonight you will be tested. You are going to feel more pain than you’ve ever felt before. You will hate yourself for coming here very soon, I promise. I want you to realize that as my slave, there is only one thing that your pecker is good for. That, my handsome lover, is giving ME pleasure. ME, not you! Tonight that pleasure comes from my little whip.”

Without another word, she raised her arm above her head. I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth tightly together. I thought I knew what was coming. I heard the swish of leather in front of me, but there was no way that I could have anticipated the next moment of time.

The cruel fingers of agony clenched my captured c**k. A death-defying scream was muffled by her panties that still filled my mouth. Nine black leather thongs left nine fiery red welts along my trapped pecker. In thoughtless reaction, I pulled back from the butcher block, causing a new pain to my tortured manhood. The thin nylon noose kept its strangle hold on my most sensitive and stricken member.

“No-o-o-o!” I mumbled. “Not a-g-a-i-n!” But it was too late. The whip was already descending towards its victim. Again the strands of leather spread out and tried to cut their way through my aching c**k. The pain was indescribable and unbearable. I had never felt anything like it in my life. The thin strands burned into my sensitive flesh. Again I tried to pull away, but the noose only dug deeper into my flesh.

“Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!” Her panties fell from my lips, as I continued to beg. “Jesus Christ! No! Please no! No m-o-r-e, please! I beg you. I don’t want any more!”

She laughed and lightly stroked her fingers along the length of my shaft. “You really want more. After all, we didn’t drive all the way out here, just so you could eat me out and just get two light, little taps with my lovely little whip, did we? Of course not. Up until now, you’ve had all the pleasure and fun. Now, you must pay. The price of using your tongue on my precious p***y is a night of pain. Two strikes of this little mini-cat haven’t even got me warmed up. Do you think that’s fair?”

I stood there, silently waiting.

“Well, slave, answer me. Is it fair that you get all the pleasure? Answer me!”

“No...,” I said softly.

“No, what?”

“No, Mistress Samantha.”

“And besides, you really want me to punish you more. I’d think you’d want me to whip your c**k. After all, you must be so ashamed of it. If I was you, I’d be ashamed of having such a little, tiny, unmanly peter. It really isn’t worth that much. Don’t you really hate it? How can you hold your head up in a woman’s presence with such a waste of man flesh? But you know what? That worthless thing doesn’t belong to you any more anyway. It’s mine, slave, and I’ll do what I want to it. And tonight, I feel like beating it. I’m going to use this tiny whip on MY tiny thing.”

“No! Please, no! Have a little mercy.”

She slowly raised her black gloved hand and the terrible whip above her head. Before the third strike of the horrible snakes, I bent over the butcher block to protect myself.

“That was a big mistake! I didn’t give you permission to move, did I?” she screamed.

She grabbed my hair and yanked me up from the torture table. Then she reached back down between my legs and grabbed my balls. This time there was no tender caress. Using the lock, she twisted and yanked them back past my asshole, taking my breath away.

“You were only getting a dozen little smacks on that worthless worm, but now we’ll have to start all over again with number one,” she explained. “And when those twelve are done, I’m going to give you a little bonus for your insolence. Try another false move, and you’ll get another dozen on your worthless balls. Do you understand me?”

She twisted the lock again, maybe even harder than before.

With tears in my eyes, I nodded my head.

“Do you understand me?” she asked again emphatically!

“Yes, my Mistress.”

“Now tell me how much you really want me to punish you.” As she spoke, she placed the hard tip of the whip handle on the swollen, deep purple head of my c**k and leaned down with all her weight upon it. A new pain shot through me. My entire attention was now focused on my pecker. “Tell me, slave. Beg me to continue punishing you. Beg me to whip your little pee pee harder than before. Tell me how ashamed you are of it. Beg!”

There was no way that I could avoid replying to her demand. She had a very captive audience. “Please beat my worthless pecker.” My God, what choice did I have? “Let me suffer for you tonight. Please punish me, Mistress Samantha, so that you can have your pleasure. I am yours to do with as you please. Whip me harder than you did before. Give me the pain that I crave and desire so much. Forgive me for having such a tiny c**k. I am so ashamed of it, so please beat it for me for as long and as hard as you want. Please show me no mercy tonight.” Those words were difficult to say, because I knew what they really meant.

She raised her arm again and sent the whip crashing across my c**k with all the strength she could muster. “One!” she whispered.

My blood curdling screams drowned out her counting of two and three, as they quickly fell. “No – no, please, no more! I – I can’t take any more. It hurts too much. Please have mercy on me. Stop, please.”

“Shut up, slave! I don’t want to hear you beg any more. Deep down inside you really want me to finish this little ordeal, so you can get back to eating me. Don’t you?”

“Don’t you, slave!”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Then she walked away, leaving me to my agony. I looked down to see what she had done to me. Deep purple stripes crisscrossed my once beautiful c**k. Fire burned along its entire length. Blood pounded through its swollen veins. Moments later, she returned and forced a large ball gag between my teeth. She pulled the buckle up extra tight to silence me and then picked up her whip again.

“Four! Five! Six! ...” The butcher block shook. It sounded like a gun going off every time the thongs struck down.

I shook my head from side to side. My screams remained unheard. The agony of her wrath was ungodly. Tears flooded down my cheeks as I begged and pleaded in mute, mumbled moans. Slowly she walked around to the other side preparing to continue her pleasure, torturing me and taking me far beyond any limits that I might have. She rubbed her crotch and brought up a hand full of wet, musky love juice. She rubbed it across my face and explained what my pain was doing for her. Then, the whipping continued.

“Seven!” she exclaimed. By the look on her face, I knew that she was enjoying the mutilation of my manhood. There was nothing she could have done tonight to cause me more pain than mangling my c**k.

I was beginning to feel a little funny. I had to get control of my mind, before the pain totally took over and caused me to pass out. I had wanted to be tormented. My mind craved it, but could my body take much more?

“Eight! Nine! Ten!”

I screamed and thrashed against my tether. God, what had I got myself into? My pleading still remained unheard, as she stopped for a few moments to let another eruption subside. “O-o-o-h! This is good. It’s making me so hot,” she whispered.

“Get it over with!” I tried to mumble through the gag, but she had other ideas. The next lash made me quiver in anticipated agony as the whip hissed louder than ever before my face, crashing on the butcher block. I screamed, although foolishly, because the violent strike missed me by at least three inches. She was toying with me, as a cat does to a captured mouse.

The eleventh lightning strike was positioned so that the thongs viciously struck just the very end of my throbbing c**k. That one really hurt! Droplets of blood gathered on my swollen, dark glans. My eyes bulged out from the pain. I stared at that very spot and wondered why I was still at a full erection. My balls were churning. They wanted to blow.