Vicious Beach – Perfect Choice

Judianna watched Troy drink his screwdriver in front of the floor to ceiling windows as she ordered the food. He was daydreaming about something, staring, unblinking out at the moonlit beach. She ordered garlic Shrimp and Pineapple fried rice for her and a Papaya salad for him. The less he had to eat the quicker he would become inebriated, not that he had given her any trouble so far, but it would make the rest of the nights activities go much easier. She left specific intructions for the driver to ring the bell and leave the food, explaining that there would be an envleope with the cash on the bench inside the outer door. She made a habit of doing this, so it would not raise suspicions on nights like tonight. The last thing she needed was Troy getting all freaked out that someone might see him.
“Enjoying the view?” she asked when she hung up the phone.
“Yes Mistress..” Troy replied meekly. He had in fact been staring at his reflection not outside, but it was the truth just the same..
“What are you thinking about?” She stood next to him, placing her arm softly around his waist.
“Nothing Mistress,” he said quietly, shaking his head wearily.
“I don’t belive that,” Judianna laughed softly, gaiving his waist a reassuring squeeze. “You were staring out the window the entire time I was on the phone, you must’ve been thinking about something…”
“Actually Mistress,” he said turning to look at her, “I wasn’t staring out the window at all, I was looking at my reflection.”
“And….,” she promted, smiling.
“I started thinking about something you said before.” He paused, trying to choose his words carefully. “About, well, um… about my…”
“Your what Lacy,” she asked, “your pussy?”
“Yes Mistress,” he said quickly, “my pussy. And about how a pussy is used.”
“You mean penetrated,” she said simply, “ravaged….. violated….. fucked. Things like that?”
“Yes Mistress,” Troy answered, amazed at the ease of which she spoke of such things. “Things like that. Would I, I mean would you…”
“Fuck you?” she asked, still smiling.
Troy nodded, his breath catching in his chest.
“I’m quite sure I will gorgeous,” Judianna teased, “and I’m also quite sure that you’ll be begging me to do it.”
“Mistress, I…”
“Shhhh,” she said, pressing a finger to his lips, “there will be plenty of time to discuss this in more detail but now I’m afraid you and I have some unfinished business…” She let her fingers fall to his buttocks, giving them a soft slap on each cheek.
“Yes Mistress.” Troy had hoped she would forget about the spanking, but he should have known better.
“How many were there?” she asked, testing him.
“Twenty Mistress,” he answered, lying the furthest thing from his mind.
“That’s right,” she responded, “twenty. There is a pair black leather gloves on the table in the kitchen. Be a good girl and get them for me won’t you?”
“Yes Mistress.” Troy retrieved the gloves from the table and when he turned around he was surprised to see her sitting on the coffee table instead of the couch.
“Come here and kneel at my feet,” she demanded, smiling mischievously, “Perhaps once you’re over my knee, I’ll take mercy on you.”
“Yes Mistress,” Troy said, shocked at the way his crotch ached at her suggestion. He handed her the gloves and took his position at her feet.
“Thank you sweetie,” Judianna said, still smiling. “Now I want you to put your self across my lap, make sure your pretty little ass is nice and high in the air.”
Troy did as he was told and laid across her thighs, perched precariously on his toes, his buttocks pointed towards the ceiling.
“I’m going to ask you some questions Lacy,” she said. ‘Every time you answer one correctly I will subtract one swat, if you answer it incorrectly I’ll add two. Understand?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“First question,” she said, “answer honestly. Have you ever given oral sex to a woman?”
“Yes Mistress,” he answered.
Judianna brought her hand down swiftly, a loud smack reverberating through the room. “Very good. Down to eighteen. Next question, did you enjoy it?”
“Yes Mistress.”
Another loud smack. “Excellent. Sixteen. Did she?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear.” SMACK! “Fourteen. Did she return the favor like a good girlfriend should?”
“No Mistress.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” she said. SMACK! “You would never do that, would you my little slut?”
“No Mistress.” WHAP!
“Good girl,” she said, “I’m sure I’ll enjoy watching you suck my girl-cock…”
“Wha, your what?!” His mood changed abruptly at this new revalation, he began to squirm on her lap.
Judianna held him with one hand and slid her other hand between his thighs, gripping his balls tightly in her fist.
“Where do you think you’re going bitch?!”
“Aaagghh!” He screamed in agony as she twisted his testicles sharply, jagged needles of pain surging from his crotch. “Let me go! You fucking….FREA….AAAAGGGHHHH!” The word caught in his throat as she stood up quickly, but kept a death grip on his balls.
“Now you’ve done it fucker!” she screamed, thrashing her arm back and forth violently. “If you think for one minute that I’m going to let you talk to me that way, you’ve got another thing coming!” She flipped him over, sending him somersaulting into the steps leading up to the kithchen. He lay there, coiled up in agony, sobbing, babbling incoherently as she retrieved the riding crop from the counter.
She smacked him sharply on his knee. “Look at me slut!” she screamed. “Look at me!”
Troy turned his head, looking into her furous gaze. She looked more wounded than angry, and he opened his mouth to apologize, before he remembered what she had said.
“You…” he said, pointing at her, trying to catch his breath, “you’re a…”
“What?!” she yelled, smacking his leg again, “what is it that you think I am? A man?! Is that what you think?”
“Buh…But, you said…”
“Said what,” she asked, “that you’d be sucking my girl-cock? Do have any idea what that is stupid?”
“Fuck You!” he spat.
“Fuck me?! FUCK ME?!” She was furious now and a crimson haze fell across her vision. She thrashed out wildly, her foot making brutal contact with his shin, tearing through his stocking and his skin.
Troy tried to get up, but lost his footing in the heels and fell backward awkwardly, his feet flailing in the air as he landed flat on his back. Judianna wasted no time, flipping the crop around and smacking him squarely between his thighs with the heavy steel handle twice before he manged to move his hands to protect himself. Unfortunately, that left the rest of his body unprotected. Judianna started whipping his legs ferociously, shredding his stockings as he squirmed beneath the onslaught, deaf to his yelps of pain. He rolled onto his stomach and started to rise but she grabbed a handful of his hair and tossed him back down to the floor, pinning by his throat with her foot.
“Are you going to apologize bitch?” she asked, grinding her heel into his neck.
Troy reached up and grabbed at her ankle, trying to push her off. He was rewarded by a sharp crack across his genitals. “Get the fuck off me!” he cried, his frustration getting the better of him.
“Not a chance in hell Lacy,” she answered, pressing harder on his throat, squeezing off his air supply. “Not until you apologize…..or pass out. Which one will it be?”
“…..please……” was all he could manage through his crushed windpipe. He was beginning to see stars in the corners of his vision and knew he would lose consciousness if she didn’t remove her foot. Gasping for air he struggled to speak as his world went dark.
Judianna watched Troy’s eyes roll back into his head as he drifted into unconsciousness, removing her foot moments later when he went completely limp. She stood over him, her adrenaline still pumping, fuming. Angry at both his insinuation and his attempt to escape, she wante
d nothing more than to toss him outside, naked and broken, and leave him for the beach patrol to find. But more than t
hat she wanted him to suffer. Humiliation beyond his comprehension, pain beyond his endurance, and pleasure beyond his imagination.
She bent down next to him and flipped his lifeless body over admiring the random pattern of tears in his stockings and the red welts that filled them. She pulled the robe off him, then retrieved a pair of sciccors from the kitchen. Cutting the robe into strips she tied his hands behind his head, then taking another piece of fabric she wrapped it tightly around his neck threading it around the strip between his wrists, effectively immobilizing his arms behind his head. That done, Judianna grabbed a small tube of vaseline and a surgical plastic glove from the half bath and nudged aside his thong. Troy stirred abruptly as her finger entered his anus, groaning as he struggled to regain consciousness, disoriented and panicked.
“What the…..unghhh!”
“Shut the fuck up Lacy,” Judianna demanded, “you know you like it.”
“No I…AAAAANNNNNHHHHH!!!” Troy’s shrill scream echoed through the house as she inserted another finger deep within him. Struggling against his bonds, he was distraught to find his hands tied and his legs immobile. He could feel her knees digging into the back of his as he struggled, and realized that he was powerless to stop her.
“This would be alot easier if you would just relax,” she teased, applying more vaseline to her glove. “Not to mention alot quicker.”
“Pleeeeeeease…..” he begged, feeling like he was being completely torn in half as she inserted three fingers past his straining muscles.
“Please what?” she asked, angrily thrusting her hand against his crotch, burying her fingers inside him.
“Pleeeeeeease…..st……stouuuhhhhhhp……” Aplogetic and humiliated Troy was sobbing, her savage violation forcing his submission. “Perfect Mistress PEHHHHHRFECT!”
Judianna withdrew her hand slowly, wagging her fingers back and forth, torturing him for submitting.
“You see Lacy,” she laughed, “I told you that you liked it.”
Troy could only bury his face in the carpet, trying in vain to stop his tears.
“You’ve been a very bad girl,” she said as she pulled off the glove, putting it and the empty tube into the garbage. “I’m afraid your punishment isn’t even close to over.”
“Mistress,” Troy whimpered, “please, I’m sorry, I don’t care if you have a girl-cock…”
“Don’t lie,” she said shortly. “You care. In fact I’ll bet you want to see it, don’t you, you pathetic little whore?”
“Y…Yes Mistress,” Troy answered fearfully, staring at her crotch.
“If I show it to you, will you put it in your mouth?”
Troy swallowed hard and answered quietly, “Yes Mistress.”
“What was that bitch?” Judianna asked, scowling at him.
“Yes Mistress,” he repeated meekly, “I’ll put your girl-cock in my mouth.”
“Beg me slut,” she demanded, pulling him to his knees, “beg me to show my girl-cock so you can suck it.”
“Please Mistress,” Troy said, “please show me your girl-cock so that I can suck it.”
“Not too convincing Lacy,” she said. “Try harder. And from now on look me in the eyes when you ask me question.”
“Please Mistress,” Troy asked again, “I want to suck your girl-cock soo bad, pleeeeease, show it to me…”
“Not here Lacy,” she said, stroking his cheek. “Follow me.” She turned towards the bedroom, a smug smile one her red lips.
Troy rose to his feet anxiously, not believing what he was about to do. He stared at her beautiful body, confused at the thought of what lurked beneath her tight black lace panties, her profile so convincingly feminine. His confusion grew even deeper when she walked past the entrance to her bedroom and instead opened the large mahogony door that led to her spacious closet. He was overwhelmed by the vast collection of women’s shoes, clothes and lingerie that was neatly arranged inside, but when she turned him to his left he nearly fainted.
A smaller closet, also neatly arranged, lurked there, paddles, whips, shackles and chains adorning the walls. It was the female mannequin that stood in the center that caused such a violent reaction. Clad entirely in black leather, it cast an imposing figure as it stood steadfastly under a bright floodlight. Thigh high leather boots covered it’s legs, clinging tightly to the plastic. It’s torso was outfitted with studded leather teddy, both sexy and imposing. Strappy and revealing, a thick studded collar gave way to a an open brassiere top, the only coverage provided by two triangular sections of leather attached in the middle of the chest with a single o-ring. Two more straps framed the open stomach and attached to both the brassiere and the studded leather thong with metal o-rings. The leather thong held Judianna’s substantial girl-cock.
Nearly two inches thick and a menacing eight inches long, the molded rubber strap-on cock jutted obscenely towards Troy, equaly relieving and horrifying. On the one hand his captor was indeed the same gorgeous woman that had rescued him on the beach and manipulated one throbbing erection after another from him. On the other she meant to fill his mouth with the veined, stygian hued phallus that she was now holding aloft in her hand.
“What do you think of my girl-cock Lacy,” she asked, grinning broadly, “impressive, no?”
“Mistress, I, I…” Troy stammered, overcome with dread.
“Words can’t describe it huh?” She wagged her finger at him, motioning for him to approach. “That’s fine because your mouth is about to be busy. Get over here my pretty little cock sucker and show me what you’re made of.”
“Please Mistress,” he begged, “don’t…”
She walked around behind him and slapped him in the back of the leg with her crop, forcing him to his knees at the base of the mannequin, his face inches away from the swaying cock.
“I know your pussy is all hot and wet from being fingered, so if you prefer we can skip the foreplay….”
“Pleeeease…” he begged futiley
“Lick it whore!” Judianna ordered.
Troy stuck out his toungue and flicked the head of the strap-on quickly, barely making contact.
“Are you fucking kidding me bitch?!” She slapped him squarely on the left buttock, making him wince in agony. “Lick it nice and slow like the femme-slut you are.”
Troy leaned close, running his tongue in a slow circle around the head of the girl-cock, stiffening as he felt the tip of the crop graze his crotch. He felt his own girl-cock stir immediately, obvious undeterred by his emasculating predicament. She continued rubbing his cock through his panties, slapping him sharply each time his tongue lost contact with the strap-on. Before long her gentle manipulations achieved their purpose and he was again sporting a fierce erection inside his panties.
“Put it in your mouth, you dirty little slut.” Judianna watched with exhilaration as the head of the strap-on disappeared between his shimmering red lips, sending him deeper into submission. She had coaxed him back to arousal with ease and now meant to complete his humiliation by keeping him that way while she slid a butt plug into his lubricated hole.
She took a small, three inch acorn butt plug discretely from one of the shelves, and nudged his thighs apart with her toes. Placing her hand on his wrists she leaned into him, forcing the strap-on into his mouth until she heard him gag. Relaxing just a bit she kept him impaled oralaly while she took a knee between his calves.
‘Keep sucking sweetheart,” she whispered, “show your Mistress what a good little cock sucker you are…” She set the plug quietly on the floor and placed her hand on his stomach just below his navel, splaying her fingers across the lace of his garter belt. Pressing into his flesh, she let her hand drop seductively, her fingers finding their way beneath the waistband of his panties and to the hard shaft of his penis beneath.
Troy could barely breath. It was hard enough with his mouth wrapped around the strap-on, but when she slid her hand underneath his panties, he gasped and had to close his ey
es to regain his composure and keep himself calm. Try as he might he could not supre
ss the feelings of unease at becoming so easily aroused by licking the strap-on and now as he flet her fingers encircling his rigid staff he began to accept the fact that he was indeed becoming the femme-slut that she had made him out to be.
Judianna stroked his penis slowly, it’s considerable size feeling excuisite in her skillful fingers. She knew he would be close to cumming if she continued much longer. His hips were rocking back and forth in tempo to her caresses and his moans were bcoming louder and more frequent. She noticed that his eyes were closed and with each second that passed his pace on the strap-on became more and more frantic. She knew the time was right.
“You like sucking that cock don’t you?” she whispered behind him.
A muffled, high pitched moan was his reply.
She pulled her hand away from his wrists and pressed it to his buttocks “You’re so fucking sexy with it in your mouth Lacy, it’s all I can do not to tear off my clothes and fuck you….”
A drop of pre-cum spilled from the head of his penis at that suggestion, and Troy wanted desperately to explode in his panties, but all he could manage was a pathetic wimper.
“But you’ve been a bad little girl and for that,” she gripped the plug by its base and pushed his thong aside with her finger.. “And for that your pussy wil feel the same ache that I felt having to discipline you.”
Troy’s eyes flew open in surprise as she pressed the butt-plug against him, atempting to fill him with it’s entire length and girth. He squirmed timidly, trying to allievite the preessure in his rectum, but the more he writhed the deeper it seemed to be going. And his Mistress’ hand was still manipulating his girl-cock and to his surprise it remained as stedfast as ever before, equally aroused and undeterred by his humiliation.
“Did I tell you to stop sucking that cock whore?” she seethed, berating him.
Troy wanted to scream, wanted to beg, desperately trying to utter his safe word as the pressure between his buttocks slowly began to build, but the strap-on rolling over his tounge muted them, forcing his obedience.
Judianna ignored his frightened whimpering and slid her foot against his knee, forcing his thighs farther apart, twisting the plug subtlely in her hand, feeling it slowly force it’s way inside him. The lube around the rim of his anus was slowly taking effect and coupled with the increased difficulty of keping his muscles tightened she could feel his resistance fading rapidly.
“Let it go Lacy,” she said quietly, “you know you like it. In fact I want you to like it, my pretty little whore. Take that cock out of your mouth and beg me not to stop…”
Troy started to lean back and Judianna’s trick worked magnificently.
“I knew you liked it slut,” she teased as his high-pitched, immpassioned moan echoed through the closet, the small motion of his hips moving backward forcing the butt-plug past his straining buttocks until the rectangular base was pressing squarely against the flesh between them.
Tears welled up in Troy’s eyes and ran slowly down his cheeks. Completely debased and humiliated, he made no effort to hide his surrender, but instead continued the long slow strokes of his mouth on the strap-on. He knew he was pitiful, feminized and dominated by a woman, there was no longer any denying submissiveness, no need for any show of bravado. He only had one wish, one desire…to please his Mistress, Mistress Judianna.