Pretty X-Woman update

Laura dangled from a set of hand clamps at the ends of a chain that hung from the stage’s scaffolding. The chain had been lowered until she could just barely brush her toes against the floor, unable to get any real leverage from her feet.

Her wrists ached where the metal shackles bit into them as they took her weight, and Laura sweated from both the heat of her struggles and from the lights, which scoured into her like they were trying to pierce her clothing. They danced on the sweat of her exposed cleavage and bare belly, making it look like little creatures were running over her skin. This gave the stage a dungeon-like feel that Laura knew was terribly appropriate.

"Yesss," Emma hissed. "We're finally alone and there's nobody to tell me not to use my whip."

Laura shivered with anticipation. The strained sound of Emma's voice excited her almost to the point of frenzy, her adrenaline up, her muscles burning with tension. It sounded like Emma was only barely in control of herself as well, and would probably go crazy with the whip. She held it in both hands, a coiled black snake.

Emma uncoiled the end of the whip on the floor. It slithered there as Emma made small jerk with her right hand on the handle.

“Show them,” Laura said. “Show them what I can take.”

“It’s not what you can take,” Emma sneered. “It’s what I can do.”

The lash rustled and sprang from the floor. Emma was standing slightly behind Laura and well off to her right side. The position gave her right arm just the right balance to send the whip popping toward Laura's ass.

"Aaeeiii!" Laura shrieked. It felt like her right asscheek had been torn completely away. The end of the lash had curled then popped right against her tender skin. Immediately, a six-inch welt burned scarlet on her ass. The pain quickly stole her breath and her scream was choked off as her legs flipped forward, throwing her weight totally onto her hands.

“Your little boyfriend’s here,” Emma said, but in Laura’s mind now, so sly it could’ve just been her imagination. “Do you want him to see how he can treat you? What you want from him? Or is this just what you fucking need?”

The lash was on its way again. This time it was aimed at Laura's left asscheek, and when it hit Laura's flesh felt like it had torn. Searing pain shot clear down her left leg as her body jolted from the blow. Now both sides of her ass were marked from the bite of the evil whip.

When Laura's breath returned, it came with a moan that began clear down in the depths of her chest and grew as it headed through her throat. By the time the sound erupted from the tortured girl's lips, it was filled to overflowing with an agony Laura would have never believed.

"Ahhhhh!" Laura cried when the lash crossed her ass again. It seared a strip of skin like a brush with red paint had been pulled across her skin. And no sooner had the whip left its brand than it was swinging back to coil again. 

Only seconds separated the blows as Emma lashed Laura's pretty ass. Occasionally the whip would drift down onto the back of Laura's thighs, brutalizing the flesh there. And sometimes it would rise onto the back of her waist, turning that portion of the girl's body into a crazy crisscross of red.

Slowly the blows began to weaken and the poor tortured girl lifted her head. Her screams had died and her chin had sunk to her chest. She cried, the tears dripping down onto her tits. They were not tears of sorrow, or even of pain, but the simply overwhelming intensity of sensation. She was feeling so much, and it was only made more immense by the crowd watching her, hanging on her every pained moment.

 She blinked her eyes so she could make sense out of why the beating had stopped, and saw that Emma had circled forward to stand in front of Laura's body. It took a moment for Laura to understand what the new position meant. Then she half-smiled as the whip rustled and leapt directly at her tits.

"Aaeeeiii!" Laura screamed when the tip of the whip uncoiled and snapped against the nipple of her right breast. The fleshy mound leaped like it was going to tear its way off her chest, and the entire breast immediately turned a brilliant red.

Laura could almost see the pain burning inside her tit as she felt the excruciating agony pour into her chest. Then another lesson in brutal reality came crashing into her left tit. The end of the whip smacked her areola and Laura had to blink and clear her eyes to see that the nipple wasn't gone.

Before the young girl's shrieks were gone, the length of the whip slashed across her stomach. The next blow cut across both of her tits, abusing the nipples at the same time. Then Emma settled into a rhythmic battering of Laura's naked young flesh.

"Or do you want him to feel sorry for you?” Emma hissed in her mind, letting the whip fall silent again. “Is that it? Want him to take you home and play nursemaid? Oh, you poor pathetic wretch. You can’t get your licks from him, so you got to Auntie Emma for them, knowing he’ll kiss it better after. If that’s the case, I should give him even more to kiss…”

Laura watched as Emma's eyes grew even more brilliant with sadistic lust, then Emma's arm snapped the whip. The tip of the black coils rushed for the young girl's pussy, popping right into her sex.

"Aaargh!" Laura choked on her own screams. Bright sheets of pain smashed into her mind and, for a second, she thought she was going to die. She lost control of her whole body and trembled violently in the chains. Her legs jerked forward and back, desperately searching for some way to curb the pain. The movements opened up her pussy and Emma aimed the whip at it again. This time the tip seared against the opening to her cunt, kissing her body at extremely tender flesh.

Laura was incoherent, no longer even aware of just where she was. Both her body and her mind had been pushed past her limits, and after one more violent thrashing with the whip, the tortured young girl passed out.

***

After Emma left the stage, dragging Laura by the hair with some help from her diamond form, the lights went out and another girl came on. Chris could barely pay attention. The only reason he hadn’t rushed the stage was that Emma had telepathically frozen him, her voice in his mind assuring him that it was what Laura wanted. She only released him after the next girl finished up and the lights went out again. He heard and felt a shuffling next to him and looked over.

Laura had slipped back into their booth, and in the dark she hadn’t changed clothes. Her clothes bore the rends and tears of Emma’s whip, but with her flesh healed by her mutation, the exposed flesh was… quite a bit more arousing than it had been on stage.

She snuggled up next to Chris and put her hand in his lap, even as Emma allowed him control of his facilities. The first thing he did was put an arm around her and hug her close. He could smell her sweat, her arousal, and underneath, a smell of leather he knew the whip had left on her.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Three hundred dollars,” she said. “We agreed.”

She unzipped his pants and pulled his erection out. He hadn’t even realized he was hard, with Emma’s numb control of him. Maybe she had made him get an erection. Maybe it had been the sight of Laura with her whip-shredded clothes. Or maybe it had come earlier, when she had been taking the whip. 

Either way, he was painfully hard, and Laura cured him by shifting into his lap and impaling herself on him. The relief was immediately. Laura leaned back against him and vigorously gyrated on his cock, moaning in his ear.

The next girl on stage almost tripped, seeing them fucking, and the waitress smiled hugely when she came by to take their order with them joined together. Chris ordered them James Bond martinis with as much of a straight face as he could muster, while Laura simply moaned.

“She’ll have what I’m having,” Chris said, Laura nodding her head.

“She certainly will,” the waitress said.

***

Laura awoke slowly to the feeling of something fucking into her cunt. She had been completely frenzied when she had taken Chris, operating on a level of animalism most people never accessed, and it was through waves of pleasure that the higher levels of her reasoning became available. Her skin had stopped hurting from the lashing, but there was a strange warmth to her whole body left over from it. It seemed that every part of her body that the whip had touched was alive, as if the whipping had taken her flesh out of some kind of slumber. Even the battered flesh of her groin had become swollen and sensitive to the stretching it was now taking.

Hunh. I’m fucking Chris, she thought to herself as she rode him harshly. I suppose it’s about time.

They were still fucking when the waitress returned, and this time she stayed and watched until they finished. Chris came massively inside Laura, his ejaculation not reduced at all from the load he’d had her swallow the other day. If anything, there seemed to be more. Her entire pussy felt desperately wet, and warm everywhere, like it was thrilled to the brim with his seed. Laura found herself cooing as she felt it flowing down her legs. 

She turned her head to look at the waitress. “Actually, I would like tequila,” she said. “Not a martini.”