YF - Chapter 11

Riley disrobes nervously as the wife, whose name is Rui, disappears into her bedroom.

As Riley is peeling off her underwear, Rui returns in tall, black spikes. She’s wearing black stockings and gloves that reach her elbows. In her hand is a riding crop.

Riley has enough sense to get on her knees as Rui approaches.

Rui uses the crop to tilt Riley’s chin up.

“Pretty girl,” she says, leaning over so that they’re face to face. Riley feels Rui’s breath. Rui turns her head and comes closer as though to kiss her, then pulls back and looks down at Riley’s swelling cock. She sneers and uses the crop to push Riley’s face around, then forces it into her mouth, running it over her teeth before she pulls it out and strikes Riley hard across the breasts.

Riley can’t help herself: she cries out in pain.

“Silence!” Rui shouts, grabbing her hair and yanking Riley forward. Riley catches herself. She’s on her hands and knees, but before she can recover, Rui jerks her back upright and strikes her breasts again. Riley keeps her mouth shut this time.

“Good,” Rui says, gazing down at Riley’s strained face. She strokes Riley’s hair and moves closer. Her black panties are right in front of Riley, who can smell the musky scent of Rui’s arousal. “Shhh. Good girl.” She guides Riley’s head against her soft thigh, almost like a pillow. Riley nuzzles Rui’s panty-covered pussy. “No!” Still using Riley’s hair, she pulls her up and throws her at the window. Riley catches herself on the glass and Rui snaps the crop down on her back to bend her over.

Riley bites her lip, her hands leaving sweaty prints on the window as Rui whips her ass mercilessly with the crop. As her buttocks sting and burn, Riley’s cock twitches and drools. Rui only pauses long enough to drag the crop around her legs, smearing her juices before sliding it up against the swollen lips of Riley’s pussy.

Riley’s ragged breaths fog the glass.

Some guards are outside. They aren’t stupid enough to look openly, but they are looking.

Riley closes her eyes, but the crop stings her tortured buttocks again.

Rui forces Riley back to her knees and turns her around, dragging her head to her crotch.

“Take them off,” Rui orders. Riley has only her teeth. She bites the waist of Rui’s panties and awkwardly pulls them down. “Good,” Rui says, kicking them off, then kicking Riley in the chest with her spiked heel.

Riley cries out and topples onto her back. She lies on the cold floor, nude and spread out, aroused and tender all over. Rui leers down at her, tapping the end of her crop against one open palm.