Beaten for Money by a Very Cruel Woman

Beaten for Money by a Very Cruel WomanShe is not a nice woman, not nice at all, she hurts people, seriously hurts people, especially males, and I, trembling with fear, am awaiting her arrival? her imminent arrivalYetI need her? crave herBecauseWithout her I would be worthless? totally worthlessAndWith her? I am not quite nothingAndThat, like it or not, is the way it is ? understand?I am naked, by the door (I mustn't delay her in any way for her time is precious) and quivering with the sweet and sour tang of rising terror waiting for Her to buzz? the buzz that signals the advent of my near destructionOrMaybe, just maybe, She will elect, as is her want, today, to totally destroy meAndI would allow thatForI surrender my unworthy self to her absolutely? absolutely.She is a psychopath? no doubt about that? She had recounted, once to me, almost salivating, how she had smashed her husband's nose with her bony fist? watched the blood gush and smear across his face then kneed him hard in the testicles? and had then spat upon him as he writhed and groaned upon the ground: 'I taught the dirty fucker not to shag another woman? to lie to me? after, I took the fucker for every penny I could.'Delicious? delicious.Money and v******e?.The buzzer sounds in türbanlı nevşehir escort my hallway as an unpleasant tingle momentarily grips my freshly shaved balls? She is here? to hurt me? to inflict severe pain on me.I press the button on the intercom to let her in?I open the front door of my flat ever so slightly and listen to her footfalls become louder as She ascends the double flight of stairs to my flat ? I must be there to let her in? I must not fail her? displease her in any way.Suddenly she is in front of me? shoulder length straight flaxen hair? tanned face? slight frame? faded denim jacket? jeansAndThose cruel blue-green eyes? soul-less, sadistic.I swing open the door for her? let her in? then close it behind her.'Get me the money? you pathetic and perverted prick.'I quickly rush into the lounge and pick up the brown envelope containing a hundred pounds and hand it over to her.She says nothing and, without counting it, slips it into the top pocket of her denim jacket ? she is a mercenary bitch? and I worship her all the more for it.'Right? let's get on with it? crawl into that shit-hole you call your bedroom whilst I get the cane from the bathroom? you have been soaking it türbanlı nevşehir escort bayan in salt water as I instructed?''Yes? y-yes,' I stutter outNaked and on all fours I drag myself, scuffing my knees as I do, into the bedroom before prostrating myself on the carpet.A couple of seconds later I hear her enter the room ? I dare not glance up without her permission? dare not.'Okay? you pathetic worm with your tiny cock, big nose and flabby body you can turn round now and kneel in front of me? I want you to see what I am going to beat you? *beat you to a pulp? with.'I do as she says and as I do she slips her jacket off and lays it across the back of a chair. Underneath, She is wearing a simple sleeveless white top and her uncovered arms, unblemished apart from a couple of small black moles on her right forearm, are deeply tanned and smooth. Shortly? very shortly? she will be employing those very arms to visit severe pain upon me.She picks up the cane? about eighteen inches long and whippy? and swishes it in front of me.For the first time since her arrival I detect the first trace of a smile run along her glossed thin lips.I gulp.'Get on the bed and lie face down? don't scream türbanlı escort nevşehir too loudly and remain in position till I tell you it's over.'I immediately comply.Tense, extremely tense, I wait for the first searing stroke? and then I discern a swish just prior to a searing line of fire igniting across the vulnerable flesh of my buttocks.I cry out and twist with the pain? and over my shoulder I can hear her laugh? laugh out loud.Again and again, without respite, without mercy she brings the cane down across my buttocks? the pain? the pain? the agonyAndYet I take it? take it because? 'taking it' is all I'm good for.My senses dull? blur? and it is though the thrashing is happening to someone else? distant? far away.I hear someone guffawing? I think it might be me? why?'Get up,' she snarls into my ear. 'Think it's funny do you?'I remember who I am? who she is? why she is here? collect myself.'No? no? I would never laugh at you? never.''Get up,' she repeats with increasing venom.I drag myself to my knees, put my hands to my bottom? they are sore? very sore? and sticky? then clamber off the bed.'Bend over the bed? legs apart? I'll teach you to mock me!''I didn't? honest? honest?.'The pain detonates between my legs and I am dimly aware of sinking to the floor? grasping my groin? I again make out laughter? almost manic? but this time there is no doubting whose it is?*I slowly, tentatively, rise to my feet? my genitals ache and my buttocks still smoulder. She has gone now? I never noticed her leave?. There is a hint, just a hint of a fragrance hanging in the air? and already I miss her? miss her... terribly...