Her Troika (The Complete Story) (Dominion Trust Book 2) Read Free Page B

it was hers (her pussy clenched at each tortured moan from the stall next door) or the girl’s.
    “No — that smaller strap too,” Johan said. “You’re not done.”
    “Here?”
    “Unsnaps from the main belt, and just pull it back through … now, you’ve got it.”
    “Unnh! UNNNH!” There was a harsh slap, the sound echoing in the stall.
    “Keep quiet, Simona. Let him learn.”
    “Christ, Johan … it’s fucking huge .”
    The South African’s deep laughter rumbled. “Impressive, ya? She needs it though. Keeps her in line like nothing else, man. Ready?”
    “Guess so. Will this hurt her?”
    “Of course — but not as much as it did going in. Don’t be a girl, Kearney. Get on with it.”
    “UNNNH AH AHHHH!” Feet stamped the boards, hard.
    “Slow and steady, Kearney. That’s right.” There was the sound of a hand patting bare flesh. “Relax and push out, girl.”
    The pitch of the girl’s whimpering descended from frantic to exhausted, her breathing labored. Breanna couldn’t help but wince in sympathy.
    “Look at that … ”
    “Quite a gape, yes?” The pride was clear in Johan’s voice. “Took us a long while to get up to that size. But she manages regularly now.”
    “How? That thing barely fits.”
    “I didn’t say she manages easily, Kearney. She manages though because I make her. She gave up any choice in the matter long ago.”
    A sliding sound, and leather striking wood. “Here, use this first,” Johan said. “I’ll help you.”
    Breanna jerked at the first blow, the flogger startlingly loud in the enclosure. The girl grunted in surprise, rather than pain.
    “Harder, man. It sounds worse than it is.”
    “You sure?”
    “Haven’t you flogged an ass before, Kearney?”
    “Well, sure. I mean … ”
    Johan’s laughter rolled through the otherwise quiet space. “Oh, you’ve been thrown in the deep end here, yah?”
    Breanna listened in tense silence as the flogging continued, each blow harder than the last, the deep voice of the South African exhorting his inexperienced companion to hit her harder, sweep upward, catch the thighs. Soon, the girl was keening steadily behind her gag, the flogger coming down on her with a harsh SHLACK, over and over.
    “There that’s enough now.” Johan’s voice strained. “Have a feel, then we need to …”
    “Burning!” There was wonder in Kearney’s voice.
    “Great coloring too, yes? Nothing like a hard flogging to bring it out. You left some good marks on her thighs too. Really laid into her.”
    “Ah shit, Johan. I’m sorry—”
    “Nonsense. She’s tough.” There was wet slap, and a mewling sound. “Look at that cunt. Tells you all you need to know about whether or not she liked her little whipping.”
    Breanna thought she could actually hear zippers lowering, then definitely could hear the crinkling sound of condoms being unwrapped. “No, use her cunt. You can have her ass another time when it’s not so sore. She still has to have that thing put back in when you’re done She’s not out of the woods quite yet, mate.”
    The girl sighed, chains rattling against wood. “Christ, she’s hot!” Kearney hissed.
    Then rhythmic slaps of flesh on flesh soon filled the quiet building the girl’s moaning quavering as her body shook under the assault.
    “That’s right. Don’t hold it back now. Give it to her hard. She doesn’t know any other way.
    Breanna’s pussy clenched in anticipation of what she hoped would come. But if her last visit was anything to go by, she knew if might be a very long weekend indeed for her lonely, bereft pussy.
    The sounds of flesh smacking flesh grew louder. A sharp slap and a growled oath had the girl mewling again.
    “Get deep, man. Her cervix is sensitive, don’t forget it.”
    “Unnh Ahh! Ahh!”
    Kearney groaned, chains rattling and feet stomping the floor.
    “Be careful, man. Come out slowly. She’s really close.”
    A ragged sigh, followed by another harsh slap, making her