EXTRACT FOR
A Sting in Her Tales
(Author Unknown)

Extract from: A Sting in Her Tales



Jessica Dean stood in front of the long mirror, which was set in one corner of the locked room with its curtained windows, and examined herself critically. Since she was completely naked nothing was concealed from view.

   Jessica was thirty-one years old with a mature but still well-toned and womanly figure, with wavy brunette hair, and a pleasantly proportioned oval face.  She had bold eyebrows, deep brown eyes, and a strong, slightly tip-titled nose. Her body was lightly tanned except for distinct bikini shadow lines. Her full breasts showed up pale by contrast, tipped with large pinkish-brown nipples. She had good hips and fleshy, deep-cleft buttocks and shapely legs.  A pouting pubic mound with wet pink pubic lips was crowned by thick dark curls. 

   Yes, all that would do very well, she thought with a little thrill of anticipation.

   Then she turned herself sideways and examined the scarlet devil tail with its sharp arrowhead tip, that jutted out from the small of her back and curved over the cleft of her buttocks.  She knew it was very important that her tail should be just right. After a careful inspection she decided that it was, and she felt another thrill of anticipation course through her.

   She stepped over to the only other item of furniture in the room. It was a heavy wooden correctional chair, fitted with sets of automatic clamps, that was mounted on a low plinth.  Its front legs were splayed wider than its back, and it had no seat or rail connecting the front legs, just a shallow flange around its back and sides. There was a gap in the back of the chair beneath its backrest wide and deep for her tail to hang through. 

   A leather lash hung from a hook on one side of the chair. On the other side hung a gag and a notice written on a sheet of card threaded with a length of string. Taking a deep breath, Jessica took up the gag, which was a rubber bit strung on a loop of elastic cord, and fitted it into her mouth so that her white teeth were clamped about it and the corners of her lips were stretched back. Then she hung the notice about her neck so that it rested on her chest above her breasts. The notice read: 

   I'm a naughty pussy devil and I deserve to be punished.  Do not be gentle with me. 

   Then Jessica settled herself in the chair, with her thighs and buttocks hanging over its empty seat, carefully positioning her arms on the seat rests and her legs against its front legs, all slipping into the open mouths of the clamps.  Then she pressed her spine and head firmly against the high back of the chair. With multiple clicks the clamps snapped shut, closing tightly about her ankles and thighs and across her waist and about her neck and around her upper arms above her elbows and across her wrists. 

   By reflex she jerked against the multiple bonds, but she was held fast. She felt a fresh masochistic thrill as she savoured her new state of helplessness. Her nipples throbbed and stood up hard, while she felt her pubic lips growing warm and slippery. 

   She was committed to what was to come. Now all she could do was wait. She did not think it would be very long...

   After just five minutes came the sound of the key turning in the door lock and then a big man in a trench coat and a green hat entered the room. He carefully closed and locked the door behind him, then smiled at Jessica sitting naked in the middle of the bare room clamped tightly to the chair.

   'So, it's you again, Pussy Devil,' he said. 'I thought the thrashing I gave you last time would keep you from coming back for more?'

   Mutely, feeling her stomach beginning to tie itself up in knots, Jessica shook her head.

   'You can't help yourself, can you? You have to have more.'

   Jessica shivered and nodded. 

   'As you wish, you hungry little slut!'

   Mr Green took off his coat and hat and hung them on the back of the door. "Green" was not his real name, of course, it was simply the name Jessica had attached to him because of the colour of his hat. In the same way, he didn't know her real name.

   Mr Green stepped over to her and read the sign hung about her neck.

   'So, you've been naughty, have you?'

   Jessica nodded.

   'And now you want to be punished for it?'

   Jessica nodded again.

   'Well, I can take care of that.' And he yanked on the sign, snapping the cord about her neck, and then tossing it aside.

   He stroked her cheeks and then cupped and squeezed her breasts. Her nipples stood up so hard, that Jessica feared they would burst.  Mr Green pinched and twisted her nipples until she moaned about her gag, and then he slapped her cheeks firmly.

   'You did say not to be gentle, didn't you?'

   Jessica snivelled and nodded.

   Mr Green opened seam of his flies, freeing a swelling erection. Jessica goggled at it in fear and helpless desire, feeling a fresh warm slickness flowing through her pussy lips.

   Mr Green unhooked the lash from the side of the chair and trailed its thongs across Jessica's trembling breasts.  Jessica shivered and strained against the clamps holding her to firmly to the chair once again. Mr Green swung the lash about between her thighs, teasing her tender flesh, and then drew it up through the wet furrow of her sex mouth. Jessica thought she was going to faint from desperate need.

   'My, but you are very wet,' Mr Green exclaimed. He bunched up the thongs of the lash and rubbed them up and down through her cleft, making Jessica moan and chew on her gag bit, until they were soaked.

   Then Mr Green took up position in front of Jessica and drew back his arm and swiped the lash across her chest.

   Jessica screamed through her gag and jerked wildly as a crisp crack of leather on flesh rang out. Her breasts were flattened and then set bouncing and burning as a dozen hot pink streaks blossomed across them. Mr Green swung backhanded, beating her breasts from the other direction the setting them bouncing in jiggling and shivering again. Half a dozen strokes like this left Jessica writhing in the chair with dribble coming out of the corners of her mouth and tears running down her cheeks and falling onto her blazing mammaries.

   Squinting downwards through her misty eyes she saw her trembling boobs were now an even shocking pink.  Then her gaze was drawn to the stiff rod of Mr Green's cock as it bounced and wagged about while he rained blows down upon her.  She wanted that up inside her so badly!

   Mr Green paused to feel her hot breasts, his touch making her whimper.  Then he stroked her tear-wet and flushed cheeks with approval.

   'That's your top taken care of,' he said. 'Now let's see to your bottom half...'

   Taking hold of the back of the chair, Mr Green pulled hard. The chair tilted over backwards and lifted upwards at the same time, pivoting about the ends of a pair of counter-sprung and hinged brackets, moving through slots cut in the top of the plinth, that were bolted to the backs of its rear legs.  Jessica was tipped over and lifted with it until the chair locked into a new position at about forty-five degrees from vertical, exposing her groin and buttocks at a convenient hight. Her tail dangled behind them, it's tip now resting on the plinth.

   Mr Green fingered her fleshy slot and the cleft of her buttocks, pinching and prodding them and making her squirm and whimper in anticipation. Then he used the lash again, bringing it swishing and cracking down, so that it tore through the divide between her buttock cheeks, setting them shivering, and then ripping up through the furrow of her sex and pulling out a few crisp curly pussy hairs on the way.

   Jessica shrieked and sobbed and jerked frantically against the clamps securing her to the chair, filled with burning pain and desperate masochistic delight at the same time.  Yes, yes, this was what she craved. This was what one of her kind deserved.

   Only when her buttocks and the insides her thighs and the pout of her sex mouth were all blazing scarlet, did Mr Green cast the lash aside.  Standing between her raised and spread legs, he braced himself against the arms of the chair and thrust his cock up into her simmering, dripping pussy.

   Jessica gasped and bit on her gag as she was penetrated, and the chair creaked and squeaked on its mountings. Then she clenched her vaginal sheath tight about Mr Green's manhood as it pumped in and out of her.

   'That's right, you devil slut ??" you suck on me as hard as you can!' Mr Green grunted as he rammed into her.

   Jessica sucked and sobbed and revelled in her wonderful, cruel defilement. It was so perfect. She could feel the lust filling her loins. Any moment now she was going to burst...

   And then her tail, moving instinctively, coiled up under the chair and slid between Mr Green's legs.

   She didn't mean any harm by, but he reacted angrily ??" pulling himself out of her, even as his cock was spouting and spurting sperm over her thighs and stomach.

   'Don't you dare try to sting me, you little slut!' he exclaimed.

   And he stamped down hard on the end of her tail.

   Jessica felt a surge of intense pain shoot through her, and she screamed about her gag, even as the spasm of a powerful orgasm tore through her. 

   And then, before her tear-filled eyes, the restraint chair and Mr Green and the room blurred and then faded away into nothing...