Be sure to read the earlier parts! Enjoy!
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The punch completely dazed Jennifer, smashing across her jaw like a sledgehammer.
Mistress wasted no time. While her victim was completely stunned, the redhead deftly popped open Jennifer’s front-clasp bra. The lace sprang apart, releasing Jennifer’s considerable breasts to hang free. With the same evil smile etched across her leather-enshrouded face, Mistress fondled one of Jennifer’s luscious mounds in her right hand, allowing her thumb to lightly caress Jennifer’s nipple. Then she abruptly gripped the nipple and twisted it ferociously.
The sudden sharp pain yanked Jennifer out of her fog and ripped a scream from her lungs. Her eyes clamped shut and her muscles tightened against the pain as Mistress held the tortured nipple at full twist for several seconds, then just as suddenly released it. Jennifer’s scream carried another second as the agony melted slowly from her breast. Just as Jennifer began to regain some control, however, Mistress struck again, lashing the riding crop she still carried across first Jen’s right breast, then her left. Searing pain exploded through the brunette, shocking her mind and erasing any thought of action beyond screaming. As more lashes whipped across Jennifer’s tortured mounds, she thrashed instinctively against her restraints with no conscious thought. Her lean legs flailed wildly as her tormentor continued to strike back and forth, sending sizzling waves of pain through her body again and again and AGAIN.
Through her own screams, Jennifer didn’t hear the faint ‘BEEP’…and suddenly her hands were free. Instantly she curled forward off the table edge, falling to the floor and wrapping her arms around her tortured breasts. Her sobs echoed off the walls of the room as she curled tighter, instinctively trying to shield herself from her hellspawn-hostess’s implement. For what seemed like an eternity, Mistress allowed Jennifer to simply lay where she was, clutching her breasts and trying to vent her agony through her sobs…blind to her surroundings or her danger, oblivious to anything but her tortured, thrashed bust.
It wasn’t until Mistress’s tongue lightly traced Jennifer’s ear that the brunette’s mind recalled where she was. Mistress had discarded the riding crop and was laying full-length across Jennifer’s glistening body. Jennifer could feel the redhead’s gloved fingertips lightly stroke her forearms…feel Mistress’s leather-encased calf rub gently against her thigh.
“Give me what I want, little puppy…” Mistress whispered in Jennifer’s ear, “…and this can all go away.” As Mistress lightly brushed her lips over Jen’s ear and down her tear-streaked cheek, the pain throbbing in Jennifer’s breasts was abruptly replaced with a stomach-clenching revulsion. Her skin crawled wherever her tormentor touched it…her mind cried out for murderous vengeance.
Jennifer screamed again…a scream, not of pain, but of fury…a roar that came from the depths of her core. She flung Mistress off her with a sudden thrust of her arms and legs, and rolled out of the redhead’s reach. Jennifer pushed herself up to her feet as quickly as she could and whirled on her tormentor, crouched and ready to lash out, her bra forgotten and draped loosely over her shoulders.
Mistress had also immediately leapt to her feet and was standing between the table and the padded bench, her tall lean body loose and ready. The smile…that accursed smile…was there taunting Jennifer, telling her that she was nothing, no threat whatsoever.
Jen screamed again and charged, crashing into Mistress like a linebacker. Both women tumbled over the bench to the floor.
