Taper Girls Part 3

    This girl is so soft. My own little slave girl, the only problem is that she won’t make a noise. I whip her and spank her and all she does is shudder. A few tears fall from her eyes, but not a single whimper escapes her lips. Mistress will show me. I will be punished, but it will be worth it. Mistress will make me cry and bleed for it. I may like that though. Maybe I should fail some more . . .
   “Please …” I hear the light, airy voice of my pet, and turn around. “Please, let me go.” She looks up at me, her tear stained cheeks speaking volumes more than her words have. I have not failed after all. I glide up, directly in front of her.
   “You wish to go home?” I whisper into her ear. She nods, afraid to speak with me this close to her. I flick open a knife and she flinches. Slowly, delicately, I slide the knife up her right pant leg, severing the fabric. She gasps, afraid that I will cut her, glad that I have not. I rip her jeans off with my bare hand, catching sight of her violet panties.
  “Perhaps you are not such a good girl, eh?” I whisper into her ear, tapping my finger against the violet silk concealing her tender mound. She is shaking.
  “From fear or arousal?” I wonder. Her bare breasts beg me to take a hold of one soft pink nipple. I grip it between my teeth and she lets out a sharp squeal. She whips her head around, trying to shake me loose.
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  Her teeth scrape over my left nipple. Against my will, I am tossing and turning, trying to escape her sharp teeth, her fierce tongue. I doubt that resisting will do me any good, but I cannot stop myself. Something in her eyes when she first bit down on me scares me; more than anything else right now, I wish to never see that look again.
  She finally releases my nipple and looks up at me. My relief is short; she immediately grasps it between her thumb and a finger. Her smile reminds me of an innocent young girl’s, but there’s something ferociously dark behind it.
   “Now,” she whispers in my ear, “are you going to behave yourself?” Her tongue flicks out and slowly caresses my earlobe. I shudder and nod.