Be sure to read 'beginning' and 'part 1' before continuing. Enjoy!
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Jennifer’s eyes darted up to Mistress’s wrists as the cuffs popped open with an electronic ‘BEEP’, freeing what Jen thought was her helpless victim. In the next instant, Mistress’s boot crashed up between Jennifer’s smooth thighs.
Caught completely by surprise, Jennifer barked out an explosive grunt of pain as she doubled up clutching her crotch with both hands. Mistress wasted not a moment, twisting to her right to snatch a black leather riding crop with her left hand from the rack beside her. Just as Jen looked up, Mistress brought the weapon sizzling through the air to lash straight across Jennifer’s upturned face.
The blow felt like Jennifer’s face had been sliced with a white-hot blade from ear to nose. Jennifer screamed and fell spinning to her right, landing on her knees. She curled her head to the floor, now holding her face in both hands.
Mistress stepped up behind the stricken woman and began lashing Jennifer’s bare back with the crop, leaving four red stripes on her pale skin. Jen tried to scramble away, but Mistress remained right behind her as Jennifer reached the table and tried desperately to pull herself up from the floor. Just as she got one foot beneath her, Mistress lunged close and drove her right fist into Jen’s lower back beside her spine, eliciting another cry of pain from the brunette. Jennifer’s legs went weak from the explosive pain, and she just barely maintained her grip on the table to prevent falling to the floor.
“Here, little puppy…” Mistress hissed in her ear, “…let me help you up.” The redhead slipped the riding crop under Jennifer’s chin, gripped it on both ends, and began to pull. Jennifer choked out a short cry as Mistress both strangled and lifted her victim. Jennifer clawed at the crop, trying to get her fingers between it and her pale throat, but couldn’t as Mistress applied more and more pressure, slowly lifting Jennifer to her feet even as the brutalized brunette choked and sputtered.
As darkness began to cloud into the edges of her vision, Jennifer desperately thrust her elbow straight back, catching Mistress directly on her navel. The blow was hard enough to make Mistress release one end of the riding crop. Jen fell forward, her forearms banging on the metal table, and she gasped a great gulp of fresh air…
…which erupted from her in an anguished scream as Mistress dropped to one knee and slammed her right fist straight up into Jennifer’s pussy, lifting the brunette completely off her feet. Even as the brutalized woman began to slip off the table, groaning out her agony, Mistress flashed up and latched Jen’s left wrist into a handy cuff. Lifting Jennifer’s right arm up and over, Mistress then deftly trapped that wrist in another cuff, pinning the dancer face-up and bent backwards over the edge of the table. Jennifer managed to grit her teeth and open her eyes…Mistress’s face hovered inches over hers as she hissed,
“Ah, little puppy, NOW we’ll have some fun!”
