Part 1 -let me know if there is an interest to continue !

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I noticed her this spring morning, standing behind her at the local market.

Or rather I noticed the bright red belt marks on her inner thighs.

Maybe it was an accident, she didn’t realize her skirt was too short today, or maybe was it on purpose.

I won’t ever ask, nor will I ask who gave her those marks.

I’m not blind of course. I notice her body. Tight butt, fully shaved , perfectly shaped pussy, a hard clit peaking out under the clithood. The large, perky tits sitting on a narrow chest.

But I don’t see them as a lover or even a rapist.

I have no interest in raping her, in taking pleasure from my cock inside her vagina.

I only examine her as skin to break, flesh to rip apart and bones to break.

What I’m doing is whispering in your ear :” if you want more….a lot more, call me”.

I drop a business card with only my phone number on it into your pocket and calmly remain behind her as we queue at the fruits stall, daring her to not turn around.

Hopefully she will indeed pretend like nothing happened…and call me as soon as she is out of the market.

I don’t waste time in small talk. We will meet tonight at 7, at her place. I take note of the address and make sure she leaves a copy of her keys under the doormat.

At 7, I enter her home. She is waiting for me naked. That’s good. I can see the marks on her body. No scars or cuts or holes yet. There will be.

Many bruises fresh and fading. That’s good too, pain is already her constant companion, isn’t it?

I waste no time and put the rope I brought to good use.

Tying her arms tightly behind her back, making a tight noose around her neck until she barely can stand, her toes the only part of her feet touching the ground.

No words are exchanged, we both know what she needs.

I hit her hard in the side, hard knuckles into soft flesh, knocking the wind out of her.

I keep hitting, hard and fast, brutal and vicious, not letting up until I break her, until she can’t stand anymore, until all her weight is taken by the rope.

She struggles to breath, she panics, soon she fades and passes out, not knowing if it’s the end.

I help her back on her feet, slap her awake. Somehow she manages to stand up again, on tiptoes.

It’s time for the belt, heavy leather and steel buckle.

It is our first night, i use it on her thighs, her legs. I hit her with abandon, putting all my strength into each hit, swinging the steel buckle into her flesh, breaking skin, leaving bloody bruises and blood streaking down her legs, throughly ruining them for days and weeks….likely leaving scars here and there to remember.

Finished with the beating for tonight, I remove the rope from the overhead beam, letting her fall to the floor, the noose still around her neck and her arms still bound, leaving her to spend half the night trying to free her.

Once I’m done, I casually tell her : “ I suggest you keep to long skirts and long sleeves from now on. Tomorrow same time”.