She is bent over the table, her ankles tied to the table legs so that her legs are spread exposing her cunt where a large dildo stretches it out. A ball gag fills her mouth and a blindfold prevents her from enjoying the city view from the hotel suite windows.

The sound of the TV fills the air, sounds of gunfire and shouting as some police drama plays. He’s not interested in the TV, for he has a better show to watch. He sees her moving her ass back and forth, knowing she is feeling the dildo rub against the inside of her cunt. He growls, and she instantly stops, knowing that its not there for her pleasure but his.

Walking over to the table, he pushes her head down onto the table and holding it there with one hand, slaps her ass, enjoying the sight of the reddened skin and her muffled yelps. He says not a word, and walks back to the sofa and enjoys his cold beer.

She can hear her breathe harsh in her ears, her ass throbbing from the spanking, her cunt clenching the dildo while on the edge of an orgasm. As she starts to calm her body down, she realises the hotel door has opened, new voices are heard. She can hear the rustling sound of clothes being shed, footsteps coming closer. A belt strikes her already tender buttocks, once, twice, three times as she shrieks into the ball gag.

He trails the end of the belt up her back, watching her skin twitch. Moving to be by her head, he removes her gag and blindfold, telling her to look at him. Staring into her eyes, he says “Remember you are MY slut”. Walking to stand behind her, he strikes her ass with belt one more time before pulling out the dildo. Knowing how his slut enjoys being beaten, he’s not surprised to see her cum flow down her legs.

Stepping back to the sofa that he has positioned for the best view, he waves his hand at the men standing nearby, indicating they can commence.

She feels a thick cock push into her cunt, hearing the man say how wet the slut is. Before she can agree with him, a hand grabs a fistful of her hair, lifting her head up so she can take the cock in front into her mouth. A firm grip on her head keeps her in place while her mouth is fucked. She can’t help but cum, with her cunt and mouth filled with cock. It is the first of many orgasms over the next couple of hours, as she is moved around the suite, taken in more ways than she thought possible.

She opens her eyes, coming back from the floaty space the last orgasm had sent her. The room is quiet, she can feel cum drying on her skin, the sheets beneath her wet from her squirting. As she focuses her eyes, she can see him sitting on a chair, watching her. She starts to close her legs, pull the sheets to cover her nakedness when he growls, the primal sound pausing her hands from moving. As he stands up, she sees he is holding the riding crop, tapping it against his leg. He quietly says one word “Position”.

He watches her move her body into the required position on the bed. Kneeling head down, arms stretched out in front, ass raised in the air for inspection. Her cunt is on display, red from being fucked for hours, wet from her clear enjoyment, dried cum flaking on her skin. He flicks the crop so that it hits her cunt first, enjoying her squeal of pain. Moving back and forth around the bed, he strikes her over and over, calling her a filthy whore, a cum slut, holes to be used. She shrieks agreement until he tells her to be quiet, the sounds of the crop hitting flesh becoming the only sound.

A grip on her hair pulls her up into a kneeling position, and without being told she moves into the desired position, hands behind back, pushing her breasts out. The crop is run across her breasts, tapping first one nipple, then the next. After a strike on each breast that leaves her gasping, he tosses the crop to the floor. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out nipple clamps on a heavy chain. After attaching to each swollen nipple, he slaps each breast, grinning at her fighting the instinct to cover them with her hands against the command to stay in place.

He grabs her by the hair and marches her to the sofa in the next room, bending her over the arm so her breasts are hanging free. He knows the weight of the chain will pull down on her nipples, adding to the pain. Standing behind her, he starts to put his hand into her cunt, her juices helping it to slide in. As she starts to move away, he holds her still with a hand on her back, while fisting her harder and faster.

The intense feeling of her cunt filled with his hand washes over her. She can feel an orgasm building and she gasps out a request to cum. Denied, she whimpers and tries to fight the urge to drown in the sensations he is causing. She can hear someone begging, pleading for release and realises it is her. Denied again, she hears him say he must tell him what she is. She screams out that she is a whore, a slut and he says its not good enough.

Pulling out his drenched hand, he enjoys the sight of her stretched out cunt. Unzipping his pants, he runs the tip of his cock around the edges, enjoying the sound of her pleading to fuck her, to let her cum. He thrusts into her hard, and the sound of the nipple chain jingling only spurs him on more, knowing the mix of pain and pleasure is driving her even more crazed with the need to cum. Grabbing her hair to pull her head back towards him, thrusting those breasts out more, he asks her once again what she was.

Frantic words of being his slut, his fuck toy, his cunt, spill out of her mouth, desperate to get release. He growls out “No you are my good girl’ and enjoys the sensation of her cunt squeezing his cock while she cums hard, those words the release she has been looking for.