I could feel an extra wetness in my pussy, yet my fear of him distracted my mind from feeling much pleasure from this act. I continued to masturbate m...yself when his sharp voice interrupted my thoughts.“Now get up on your knees. I told you that a whore like you should always be on her knees. Suck my cock and I want it all the way down your throat this time!". He freed my hands and I immediately reached up to grab his cock. Another sharp slap landed on my right cheek.“You may not touch me! Do you. He places his hand across my mough and gently shakes his head. He reaches to his weekend bag, and pulls out a gag. He fits it to my mouth. I can taste the rubber on my tongue, and I twitch it over the insert of the gag. I keep watching his eyes.He puts his legs out straight and pulls a few cusions over his lap. He motions for me to lie across his lap, on top of the cushions. He positions me, so my breasts are higher than the rest of my body. I can feel the warmth of my juices now. He unbuttons. .. if only it would stop falling. But it didn’t stop. Simone could now no longer recall the number of times she had been thrashed over the threshold of bearable pain and into insensibility. Feeling the weakness and helplessness within her, Simone knew she would do anything to avoid the cane. Or so she thought. But then, when more and more repulsive demands were made upon her, it seemed only natural to refuse them. So she was caned again. And again... And again ... And again ... All the same,. Closing her eyes, she imagined this strong, handsome man holding her down and fucking her. She moved her hand to her pussy and leaned up against the pole as she masturbated to her fantasy. She thought about how it would feel to have him pull her clothes off, to feel him dominating her despite her best attempts to struggle away. She felt a shudder of pleasure ripple through her as she thought about him grabbing her neck with his strong left hand as he pried apart her legs with his right..