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Subject: Repost: MRWADE.155 - Latin Lust - Chapter Twenty-six

Date: 14 Oct 1995 07:58:13 GMT

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MRWADE.155                                          By Master Wade











                           Latin Lust





                       Chapter Twenty-six











     Paul updated his computer files, adding historical information


about the day's events and adding comments related to the girl's


interests and responses.  His file on Anna Maria was growing big


now, and it would soon be complete enough that he could add to it


on a monthly basis rather than a daily one.  He made himself a note


to consider checking on a condo with three bedrooms but then


deleted it.  It would probably work out just as well for Anna Maria


and Betty to share a room together, especially since Anna seemed to


love it so when he fucked her friend.





     Betty and Anna Maria lay in bed nude, talking about all that


had happened and all that could happen in the future.


     "What will he do to me tomorrow, in the dungeon?", Anna Maria


asked her friend.


     "I can't be sure, of course, but I expect he will put you on


the xframe and whip you somehow."


     "Will that hurt a lot?", she asked, her palms growing moist at


considering it.


     "Yes," Betty replied.


     "Sheesh, just yes?  Is that all you're going to say about it?"


     "Well, it will feel like bee stings at first, hot stinging


licks of the leather, probably on your back and your ass and maybe


the backs of your thighs.  But the pain will change quickly and


won't be so immediate, except where the cat is landing next.  You


may feel the welts forming, but they won't be like bee stings and


continue to ache sharply.  It will be more of a warm dull ache, and


you'll find that exciting you, almost as if it is making your whole


body a sexual instrument in the way you are so accustomed to your


pussy and tits being.  And then he'll probably wipe his hand


through your sex and you'll be wetter than you would have believed


and you will find that embarassing, but also exciting that his


whipping you has made you that wet."


     "And is that when I will find myself wanting him to use the


crop on me some more?", Anna asked, somewhat relieved by what she


heard Betty saying, but still frightened.


     "Yes, it is.  It will be like when he spanks you.  Your first


reaction will be to hate it and him for doing it, but then you'll


discover that you want it, and that you need him because he will do


it to you and satisfy that need."


     "I loved having my tongue in her ass," Anna Maria said softly.


     "I know. And he knew you would.  And he knew you would love


him making you do it."


     "How does he know so much?  How could he know I'd want it all


so much?"


     "We're all quite a lot alike, Anna," Betty said, kissing her


shoulder.  "All of us who are the `special ones', anyway, as we are


sometimes called.  You and I have our differences, but inside we


are much alike.  Paul knows the hungers that we have and how to


make them even stronger.  And, thank god, he knows how to feed them


and satisfy them.  Not many men can do that."


     "Will you come live with us?", Anna asked, circling Betty's


nipple with her finger.


     "Are you going to move in with him?  Really?", she asked.


     "Yes.  And we both want you to move in too."


     "Paul wants that, or you do?", Betty asked.


     "Oh, believe me, Paul wants it.  I think he probably wants it


more than he feels able to share with me.  But I want it almost as


much as I want Paul."


     "Could you hear what he was saying to me today?  How he was


saying that I got fucked when you didn't?"


     "Yes.  It was driving me crazy.  I don't know when I've been


more excited by anything he's said.  Didn't you love it?", Anna


Maria asked her.


     "Yes, I loved it, and I loved that it was true.  If I move in,


Anna, I will want him to fuck me more than you."


     "He said we can't keep count and be jealous, Betty.  But he


will fuck you more than me.  I'll see to it.  You don't know how


much I love that."


     "I think I do, honey," Betty said, kissing the top of Anna


Maria's head. "But I just want to be honest with you.  As much as


I love being with you and even watching him with you, I love making


him want me even more than that, and I want to be free to excite


him and free to let him fuck me."


     "And you will be,"  Anna said, tilting her head back to kiss


Betty's cheek.  "So you'll move in with us?"


     "I want to talk to Paul about it first, but yes, I want to do


that very much."


     Anna Maria held her close and closed her eyes.  The world of


court cases and legal work seemed so far away and so insignificant.


Nothing could be more exciting or wonderful than what was happening


to her at this very moment.





     The next morning, Betty dropped Anna Maria off at Paul's on


her way to work.  Paul took her to bed and made slow, easy love to


her before allowing her to bathe and prepare herself for her trip


to the dungeon.  An air of anticipation filled the condo, and hung


heavy over Anna Maria.  Betty's words the night before had been


helpful, but the moment of truth was growing closer and closer now.


     Anna dressed in shorts and a sleeveless top, but Paul chuckled


at her choice and made her change into a long dress that came


nearly to her ankles.  He offered no explanation, but it slowly


dawned on her that she would need to hide her legs after it was all


over, at least until the welts went away.  The thought made her


shiver as she changed into the dress.


     Anna Maria was quiet on the drive to the old warehouse, and


Paul chose to leave her alone with her thoughts.  For his part, he


was filled with the usual mixed emotions.  On the one had, his love


for her made him want to pull her to him and protect her and calm


her fears, assuring her that she would be alright.  On the other


hand, he knew how important it was for her to tremble at what was


going to be happening to her.  To deprive her of the intensity


these next hours could have would be to rob her of something very


important to her, and his genuine affection for her would not allow


that.  He supposed it must be something similar to the "tough love"


sometimes required of parents, and yet it was unique in various


ways as well.


     Paul led her through the warehouse and into the old office. 


He closed the door behind them and instructed Anna Maria to remove


all her clothing.  Naked in the dungeon she looked so small and


helpless, her nipples rock-hard, small goosebumps of fear forming


on her legs and arms.  He guided her to the xframe and closed the


clamps on her wrists and legs.  She faced the old brick wall, her


body only a few inches from it.  She could push herself forward


enough to make her nipples graze the brick, but she was not aware


of that, yet.


     Paul took a black scarf from the old chest and folded it,


placing it in front of her eyes and tying it behind her head.  Anna


Maria felt her level of anticipation jump at being blindfolded. 


Her eyes darted behind the blindfold, her ears listening intently


now for his movements, trying desperately to tell what he was


doing. She felt cold, suddenly, and her thighs began quivering.


     Paul took the crop from the wall, the same crop that she had


fucked herself with two days prior to this moment.  He draped the


strands of the crop across her shoulder, letting her feel the


instrument with which he would begin.  Then he slid it off her body


slowly, swung back his arm, and laced the strands against her ass


with blistering force.  Anna cried out, her body jerking, hot


stinging pain lighting up her butt.


     Paul stood, the crop hanging beside him, and let her


anticipate the next landing of the leather on her naked body.  He


saw her flinch once, fearing that she had heard him move his arm


again. He waited, in no particular hurry, interested in watching


her.  Then suddenly his arm moved back once more and he struck her


again with the cold leather strands of the crop, a hard swing, a


stinging swing which caused her to jerk again.  This time he didn't


wait at all, but came back with the crop once more, lighting up her


tender young asscheeks again, and then a third time, only then


pausing and watching her once more.


     Anna Maria was breathing heavily now, her eyes dancing madly


behind the blindfold. Her hands were clenched tightly into balled


up fists, her fingernails digging into her palms.  She stood on her


tip-toes, the muscles in her legs tight.  Paul stepped back a step


and swung at her again, missing her on purpose, content with


letting her hear the movement of the crop in the air, knowing she


would feel the air cool against her hot welts as the leather moved


so closely to her naked ass once more.


     Paul began working her back now, employing much the same


technique, but avoiding the small of her back where there was more


danger to her internal organs.  He watched as the laces of the crop


turned her skin to a bright red, and worked the leather skilfully,


painting new stripes where there were none before, coating her back


with warmth.  One more landing on the asscheeks, to make her think


more would follow, and then Paul began on the backs of her adorable


thighs.  He smiled at her jerking body, at the rising onto tiptoes


that followed each swing of the crop.  He swung the leather without


mercy now, lighting up her thighs, swing after swing, no pauses, no


waiting, and then her ass again, watching as her tender and red


asscheeks clenched tightly and as her pitiful cries grew more and


more heated.  And then he stopped.


     Paul sat on the edge of the old table, watching Anna Maria


listening intently, wondering when the leather would burn her


again, when it would make her jerk and cry out.  He had given her


a safe word to use, a code word to speak when she had reached her


limit.  It pleased him that she had taken so much from him without


using it.  He slammed his hand down on the table.  The sudden noise


made Anna Maria jump. Paul smiled, watching her legs tremble


slightly as she stood there bound, not knowing what would happen


next.


     Paul got up from the table and walked up to her quietly.  He


ran his fingers along her back, touching the red marks on her back


and ass and the backs of her thighs with his fingertips.


     "Why am I whipping you, Anna Maria?", he asked her softly, his


mouth close to her ear.


     "Because I ate the girl's ass, Master," she replied, her voice


jerky, tears not far away.


     "But it pleased me for you to eat Anne's ass, Anna Maria," he


said, reaching around to pinch one of her nipples tightly between


his thumb and forefinger.


     "Yes, Master, I know," she replied, gasping at the pain she


felt as her nipple was crushed.


     "And it pleases me to whip you and make your nipple hurt like


this, Anna Maria.  Do you like it?"


     "No, Master," she said, her voice breaking.


     Paul ran his hand between her legs, wiping her lips with his


fingers.  He moved the hand to her face and rubbed the juices his


fingers had gathered onto her face.


     "Your pussy likes it, my little Latino whore girl," he said,


nastily.


     "Yes, Master," she replied, her tongue licking at her lips to


catch some of the juice.


     "I can't decide whether to whip you more or fuck you, Anna,"


he said, putting his hand back between her legs and rubbing her


clit.


     "Fuck me, Master," she said, quickly.


     "I didn't say for you to tell me what to do, little tramp," he


said, taking his hand away from her clit and pushing his long


middle finger into her ass.  She groaned, her hips moving away from


his hand as much as possible.  She felt her nipples grazing the


brick wall in front of her and it gave her the shivers.


     "I think I'll whip you some more," he said, moving his finger


out of her ass and stepping away to take up the crop again.


     Paul went to work on her ass once more, striking it five times


quickly with the crop and then stopping, watching her flinch as she


waited for more.  One flinch, a pause, then another, and he struck


again, the leather striking her just as her second flinch ended. 


Then he waited again, letting her anticipate it, making her


frantic.


     "No more, Master, please...no more," she cried, her legs


trembling now.


     "Have you forgotten the safe word, Anna Maria?", he asked her,


listening carefully to her breathing, watching the expression on


her face.


     "No, Master.  I haven't forgotten," she said.


     Paul was beginning to reach his own limit, but he would not


let her down.  He stepped back and slowly but steadily began again,


keeping up a regular rythym, one she could become accustomed to. 


He watched as she braced for each landing of the cruel leather on


her soft, burning butt.  Then he broke rythym again, counting to


four instead of three, then six instead of four, then eight, then


two, then five, then eleven, and then he stopped.


     Quickly Paul released the trembling Latin girl and took the


blindfold off of her.  He held her in his arms and hugged her


gently, comforting her.  She began crying, sobbing against his


chest.  He continued holding her for quite some time until the


sobbing ceased.  Then he led her to the mattress in the corner and


lay her down on her side.  Straddling one of her legs, Paul raised


the other one.  He took his erection in his hand and pushed himself


into her.  She took him easily, and he raised her leg higher,


resting her ankle against his shoulder.


     He fucked her slowly but deeply, his rock-hard cock touching


the back of her before coming back out again.  With his left hand


he rubbed her clitoris gently and then with growing intensity. 


Resting her leg against his shoulder, Paul ran his fingers along


the welts on her asscheeks, feeling her jerk, her pussy gripping


him tightly as she began fucking him back hotly.  Over and over he


plunged into her, feeling her passion rising.  Her eyes were open


wide, locked on him, and her mouth opened as her body froze


suddenly, her orgasm rushing through her.


     Paul held onto her, continuing to fuck her, watching her come


wildly underneath him.  When she had spent herself, he slid himself


out of her and moved so that he was kneeling beside her head.  Then


placing his cock in her eager mouth, he fucked her until he came,


pouring his seed down her throat.





Continued in MRWADE.156....