THE THREE SHARP EDGES OF THE FIBER ROD HAD BEEN DESIGNED FROM THE BLADE OF AN EPPE'. A sporting sword. And so far as the cut it made, Zelda might as well have used the real thing !
The searing shock of the infliction went through the slut's body like an electric shock. Naturally the pain was most intense at the point of impact, but what felt like boiling water in the sluts veins went straight to its already swollen genitals. It felt as though lightening had struck its balls!
Already filled with cum from the teasing that Zelda had given them, they were about to burst though the restricted penile tube. The pressure was immense. The slut's spasm clenched and unclenched its buttocks as it waited for what seemed like hours for the second strike.
But with one hand pushing down on the its neck, and the other rubbing a stinging antiseptic over its bottom, Zelda took her time and waited for the wriggling fuck flesh to quieten and be ready to take the next cut.
Shirley shuddered as again, she felt the tip of the rod stroking its target.
The swish as the blade cut through the air was even more terrifying than before. However, it struck not the sluts bottom, but the back of the Chesterfield along side its shivering body. This was just as cruel a joke as was possible in the circumstances. Zelda had used the tension brought about by Russian roulette. She repeated the joke several times. Dragging out and delaying the stroke. Each time the blade came down, Shirley believed it had been struck! The slut sensed a phantom pain that was close to the real thing.
When at last, the rod actually did cut into its flesh, it cried out as its balls burst and pumped a flow of cum down its legs with a large amount plashing on to the leather upholstery of the Chesterfield.
Zelda's swift action scooped up a palm full of the milky liquid and thrust it over the sluts face. She then continued with the roulette treatment before delivering the final mark.
She gave no indication that her sex slut could move, so it remained as it was while she watched the marks on its bottom pulsate like neon strips.
This being possibly the last night for some time that she might have the slut to herself, she was anxious to make sure of total satisfaction.
She pulled up a chair, leaned back and just enjoyed what she saw in
front of her. Gently stroking herself, she considered her next act of pleasure. .........T.B.C.
