Slaver's Bait: The Taking of Cheryl Read Online Free Page B

Turk’s second target was the back of her thighs. The poor girl’s body convulsed as she absorbed the terrible pain from the slicing of her skin. Blood trickled down from the wounds. The Turk landed three strokes in rapid succession across her back. At each blow, Denise emitted a high pitched screech.
    Turk paused to contemplate the results of his cruel treatment of the trussed up woman. He could see her chest heaving as she sobbed uncontrollably. He slowly walked around the object of his anger and lust. When she saw him cross before her, Denise knew that her breasts would soon suffer the vicious bite of the lash. She moaned and shook her body causing the mounds of soft flesh to sway and tremble. Suddenly, the lash bit into the tender orbs. The lash made a loud snapping sound as it bit hard into her taut skin. Methodically, the Turk worked his way down her torso, striking at her belly and her thighs. He then worked his way up again, finishing with a well-aimed blow directly across her tender nipples.
    Denise’s body was now crisscrossed with the evidence of the Turk’s cruelty. She hung there limply, her face awash with tears. The Turk’s anger was abated, but his lust was enflamed. He stripped off his clothes and then lowered Denise to her knees. She looked up at him abjectly, begging with her eyes for pity. He unleashed her mask and removed her gag. He spoke to her for the first time since she had awoken on his island prison.
    “You are going to suck my cock, cunt. And I want it slow and pleasurable. Suck it like you mean it or I’ll have you back on your feet in a second.”
    Fearful and trembling, Denise nodded her understanding of the Turk’s threat. She eyed the Turk’s thick, hard cock and opened her mouth. She would pleasure him well, anything to avoid being beaten.
    The Turk guided Denise’s head forward until his cock passed over her trembling lips. She seized it with her mouth, wrapping her tongue over its meaty end. Slowly she pulled her head back and forth, caressing the length of the hard flesh. She judged the success of her efforts by the moans of pleasure that she heard. The Turk groaned as the hot mouth enflamed his swollen prick. He grabbed the chains from which Denise hung to steady himself as pleasure coursed through him. He began to rock his hips to meet the rhythm of Denise’s efforts.
    The room, which moments before had echoed with Denise’s moans of pain, now resounded with the Turk’s moans of pleasure. He could feel his juices rising, but held them back to enjoy the exquisite feeling of teetering on the edge of climax. When he could hold back no more, he thrust his cock deep into Denise’s mouth and spewed his discharge inside.
    Denise cried with joy as he came. She had pleased him, she knew it. She would be spared. For now.
    The Turk left the naked and still trembling woman where she was. Her hands were still above her head and her knees were painfully set upon the rough concrete floor. Denise did not look up as he left, but shuddered as she heard the door clang shut. A few moments later she heard it opening again. The Turk had returned. For a moment, Denise feared that he had decided to come back and renew her torment. He stood over her, a looming menace. She dared not raise her head to look for fear of provoking him.
    But the Turk had not come back to whip her again. She felt the leather gag being pressed against her mouth and the mask reapplied. It was buckled tightly behind her head. The Turk grabbed her chin and lifted her face. He took a long look, staring deeply into her eyes. He could see the fear and desperation behind them. She had good reason to be afraid. Many a young woman had been broken on the strange instruments of torture that lay throughout the room. Now it would be Denise’s turn.
    But there was a spark of pity in the Turk’s eyes. For a moment he imagined that it was Cheryl that knelt there before him. He recalled her frantic pleas when she had thought that he was