The contract – by Marco
Fantasy written by My fan Marco
“I awoke in darkness, a hood over my head. I was tied to a chair in a cold room, dressed only in my underwear. Suddenly I heard the loud, unmistakable sound of clicking heels…louder and louder…and then they stopped. I heard breathing and a soft moan: “Mmmmmm, look at the helpless slave, ready for his fate.” A hand ripped off my hood.
My eyes adjusted to the light and I gasped at the stunning, powerful figure before me. I had never seen anyone like her…there she stood, towering over me in a long leather coat in over-the-knee leather boots with sharp, spike heels … fishnet stockings rose above the boots, attached to a tight leather corset with multiple garter straps. Her exotic eyes were heavily rouged, with her eye shadow making her even more erotic and mysterious—and attractive. She wore black leather opera gloves, which she pulled and smoothed as she clutched a menacing whip. I hung by my wrists, amazed at the image before me. “Welcome to my torture chamber, Slave Marco. Do you know why you I could barely speak: “Nnnnnooo…pppllleazzze, what are you going to
“Tsk, Tsk, I overpowered you and brought you here for a simple reason. I was hired to kill you—and for a handsome price. Plus, my curiosity as to how it would feel to actually take a life helped me say yes. And one more thing — you will address me as ‘Goddess Ezada’…understand???”
“Yyyyyyessss, Ggggggoddess Ezzzzzadaaa …”
“You know, I was channel surfing one night and I stumbled on a western movie. Now I don’t usually like westerns, but in this one a man was being whipped by 6 or 7 men … they whipped him and whipped him as he writhed on the ground … I couldn’t take my eyes off it … they used big bull whips and eventually, they killed him.” She strode toward me, her heels clicking, her legs so strong, her boots so beautiful … I could smell the heady mix of leather and her
“This is a modified bullwhip that I had made especially for me. I’ve been itching to try it. In fact, I skipped my exercise this morning just so I could be amped up to burn some energy … some energy whipping your helpless body … You see, I love being cruel and merciless … and taking a life is the next logical step. HaHaHa!”
Goddess Ezada Sinn was so magnificent and all-powerful … she twirled the whip in the air, making it hiss so loudly … she walked around behind me … suddenly a loud hiss and I felt a tremendous sting … deep, intense pain… it radiated instantly throughout my body and went straight to my cock, which started to harden … I loved the pain, welcomed it, because it was being inflicted by this stunning, cruel dominatrix … again and again the whip hissed, snapping against my back, punctuated by Goddess Ezada’s heavy breathing and laughter. My body snapped each time she applied her merciless whip … Goddess Ezada worked herself into a trance-like frenzy, hooked on punishing me. Her magnificent body grew moist with perspiration and excitement…She rhythmically snapped the whip against me for minutes on end … she smiled and moaned as my body jumped with each lash: “You should see your back, Slave Marco … streaked with long, angry welts, some very deep … Do you like the sting of my whip?
Do you like how your Goddess’s legs tense as I snap it against you and slowly destroy you? Look how seductively my gloved hand wraps around the handle, as I grip it so tightly. It’s all part of my plan to soften you up before I kill you. Before I’m through, you will welcome
“Pppppleazzzze …”
Before I could finish the sentence she began whipping my naked ass with the whip—I yelped in pain and she smiled as my legs buckled, her eyes wide and bright with power—she continued to circle my helpless body and whip me, moaning with pleasure as my ass grew red and swollen…soon I became dull to the pain of each blow…my yelps and screams reduced to moans as I grew woozy from the whipping…I couldn’t help praying for ejaculation as I saw her powerful legs in those leather boots … her nipples stiff beneath the leather corset as she administered each blow…she strode around me, alternating between my ass and back, making me writhe in pain and whimper…she breathed harder and harder and I smelled her juices, which were flowing from the thrill of punishing me…
She stopped as I moaned, my body hanging limply. “You should see the marks on your pathetic body, Slave Marco—all because of me, all made possible by your almighty Goddess Ezada Sinn. God, this work is making me so very thirsty.”
She returned with a glass of cold water … I was dying of thirst – and drank it before me, laughing at my tongue licking my lips in anticipation for just a sip. She didn’t give me a drop. Instead, slowly, seductively, she ran her gloved hands over my whip cuts, purring as she did so: “Does the leather feel cool and soothing as I run my hands over your wounds? Hmmmmm?”
She stopped and picked up the whip – then she stroked the underside of my stiff cock with the handle until it began to weep pre-cum.
“Ahhhhh, now I will let you experience your final ejaculation…I want you to cum just once more before I take your life.” She stroked me slowly, staring into my eyes … I pleaded with her to let me live: “I have a family … please, please…” But she just laughed loudly and stroked … and stroked … and stroked … and finally my cock stiffened and spasmed, shooting my cum to the floor in white spurts … my jiz splattered harmlessly…she cooed and stepped on the small white puddles with her deadly boots as my cock continued to drool.
“And now, my sweet victim, it is time for you to die.” She dropped the whip to the floor … the handle wet with some of my spent cum… and slowly stroked my face and head with her leather gloves. “Do you know what I am going to do with these gloved hands, slave? I am going to slowly, deliciously, strangle you to death with them.”
And so she began … seductively applying pressure to my neck …tighter and tighter, her eyes glowing with pleasure and power:
”Mmmmmmm, I have choked slaves many times, even into unconsciousness, but I always stopped short of killing them. I always wondered what the feeling would be like to take it all the way … to watch the light go out of their eyes as they gag desperately to live.”
She squeezed, laughing and smiling as I choked … ‘please stop,’ I thought, ‘please, please don’t kill me,’ I tried to speak, but couldn’t … I felt myself fading, but my cock was getting rock hard … her strangling of me was stimulating me, arouSinng me…She saw it and laughed:
“Well well … look at this! The slave is aroused by his Goddess killing him! I love it! I adore it!”
Squeezing and squeezing, her thumbs pushing into my throat…I could feel the life going out of me as my eyes bulged and she could feel the power courSinng through her fingers…she then alternated her hands, placing one gloved hand over my nose and mouth to suffocate, while continuing to squeeze my throat with the other hand. But then
Goddess Ezada Sinn had a thought: No one knew I was here and the Syndicate assumed that I was dead. But the entertainment and excitement of punishing me so cruelly was addicting. Perhaps, she thought, I should spare him for a while and have more fun with him… experiment on him like never before … commit such evil, pervertedacts on him to drive me to new heights of pleasure and excitement…
To be continued?”
