Kissing Her Whip

An eBook By Rose Thornwell.

Upon Zayta's command, one of the assistants immediately put him in plastic cuffs and took him downstairs to the basement holding room. Meanwhile Zayta grabbed the other one by the back of the neck in an iron grip. Paulie grimaced and went down on his knees. He'd been trying to touch the dancer in imitation of Toby and had likewise failed.

Zayta bent her head to speak to Paulie, quietly enough for only him to hear. "You made a mistake. Before you go home, you will beg to lick this stripper's ass, but you'll lick your friend's instead. Now I suggest you come with me very quietly or I will make you regret the day you were ever born to your miserable whore of a mother."

He was too shocked to resist. Downstairs he went, to the waiting empty chair. Toby was wide eyed in fear, already secured to a chair next to it. Zayta laughed, seeing he'd pissed his pants. "Big man," she mocked. "Not so big now."

"My father has money, please," said Toby, sensing the trouble they were in. "Let us go."

Her laugh chilled the blood of all within hearing range. "Your father's money won't help here." She tied Paulie down. "You will go when I say. Not before. Feel free to scream, by the way, the walls are sound proved."

Sound proof, she meant to say.

With that, she left them, taking care to turn off the lights on her way out. To her satisfaction, she heard whimpering from inside as she bolted closed the door.

It was well after two in the morning when she returned with her two assistants, Niko and Gray. Niko was a former wrestler, stone faced with icy eyes. Gray was quiet with silver hair, slighter of build, but merciless in a clutch.

"How are my guests getting along?" Zayta asked, turning the lights back on.

The pair squinted in the harsh light. Both had soiled their pants by now. They looked haggard to say the least.

"Let us...go," Toby said attempting to sound fierce.

Zayta strode up to him. She wore black leather pants, a tight leather jacket and high heeled black boots. Her long hair hung in a braid down her back. Though she wore no makeup, her cheeks were finely chiseled and defined, lending her an air of regal, if ice cold beauty. "Or else what?"

Toby pulled back in the seat, wanting no part of her games. "Stay away from me," he declared.

She grabbed his hair in her hand. "Why should I?  You show no respect for the women here, so I give to you none in return."

He gritted his teeth, powerless to stop her as she tore open his shirt, sending the buttons flying. "Untie this one here," she pointed. "Let's see what use we can find for his mouth."

Toby was quickly released. Zayta ordered him to strip naked. He was too frightened to disobey.

"Hands on your head," Zayta snapped when he tried to cover his crotch.

"Wh-what are you going to do?" Toby asked as she put on a pair of Latex gloves.

"You will speak when spoken with, little man," Zayta slapped him crisply. "Is that clear?"

"Y-yes." There was a red mark on his face.

"Don't you say yes to me," she fumed. "It is always ‘Yes, Ma'am,' you little worm."

"Yes, Ma'am," he croaked, trying to avoid further punishment.

Zayta grabbed his cock. He protested with a moan, a mix of joy and distress. "Do you like being touched against your will?" she wanted to know.

He shook his head no.

"Neither do the dancers, you bad little boy." She masturbated him, making him shudder. Toby quickly lost track of everything with the exception of what she was doing, running her hand up and down his thick, purple and red rod, the rubbery material squeaking ever so slightly.

"Do you want me to stop?" she asked when she had him past the point of no return. "Just give me the sentence."

His toes curled on the cold floor. Did she mean give her the word?

"N-no," he said, ashamed. "D-don't stop."

It felt too good. It was the best his poor cock had ever had, even better than pussy.

Zayta pinched his nipple cruelly. "What did you say?"

"No, Ma'am," he wailed, correcting himself.

"Open your mouth," she ordered.

He was panting. Zayta stopped playing with him and began exploring his mouth, like he was a horse. She was five foot seven and he was an inch taller, but there was no mistaking who was in charge. Toby submitted to the demeaning inspection, the two bouncers watching and his own friend, too.

"Do you like to suck dick, cowboy?" she asked.

"N-no, Ma'am," his eyes showed a combination of revulsion and dread fascination.

"I'll make you a deal," Zayta smiled. "I'll let you both go right now, if you get on your knees, go over there and suck your little friend's cock until he comes."

The blood drained from his face. This had to be some kind of nightmare. Any minute now he'd wake up in his bed back in the frat house, disoriented, hung over, but totally safe. "M-ma'am," he protested. "I can't do that."

Zayta cupped his balls. She shook her head sadly. "Oh, well, you can't say I didn't give you a chance."

She snapped her fingers. "Chain him up,"...

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