Client – Mr. Vakir Arkrest
Location – Vorzhyd V
Contract specifics – 1 week stay, A’rem member is the submissive, moderate to heavy BDSM play (no permanent damage, light or no blood, enforced chastity, long-term bondage, long-term stimulation), possible heavy sex with possible multiple partners (no penetration restrictions), costumes, dancing, maid duties. Agreed upon fee of 1250 credits per day, at least 2 meals per day, no piss/scat play. Time will begin upon final signing of contract. Client has good history with the A’rem, known to be somewhat rough, but has never breeched contract; A’rem member has declined bodyguard presence, though that is no guarantee that her guardian won’t show up...
Kaylee sipped her tea, finding it to be a pleasing blend, as Mr. Arkrest finished his business call. Like any good A’rem agent, she kept silent, and took no obvious interest in what was being discussed, though from what she overheard, it was nothing that would concern the A’rem. He was a middle-aged man, dark-skinned, slicked back hair with just a touch of gray. His face made her think of a Devaronian in a way, especially with his goatee, and the way his eyes kept shifting back to her. This was the final part of the arrangement process; once the contract was signed, she would be his slave for the week. This was not her first job, far from it, in fact, and she sensed no danger. She was actually excited about the job; it had been a long time since she had a chance to enjoy herself, and her current client was a very good candidate for what she enjoyed. Her love of pain and restraint was something she had acquired from her mother, apparently, and it had manifested itself early during her training back home.
He ended the conversation a few minutes later with a sigh, but quickly returned to his somewhat dark smile. His voice was deep, his pronunciations crisp. “My apologies, my dear. As I was asking you before…how old are you?”
“I turned eighteen just a few weeks ago,” she replied.
“Ah…you could pass for a few years younger, I think. But you have looked over my request, and you wouldn’t be here unless you were willing to fulfill my desires. I believe that we’ve already discussed the important details, so, if you have no questions or concerns, I am ready to sign our agreement and begin.” Kaylee removed the datapad from her lap and passed it across his desk, where he quickly signed it and placed his thumbprint on the document. She looked it over, and likewise signed and placed her thumbprint on the scanner. A moment later, the contract was being transmitted back home.
Once the reception signal had come through, after only a few minutes, Kaylee shut down the pad, and returned it to her small travel bag. She stood, bowing deeply from the waist. “My master, this humble slave wishes to serve you; how may she please you?”
A wolfish grin overcame him, and he stood, at almost military straightness. “No slave of mine will be wearing clothes I didn’t give her. Remove those at once.”
“Yes, master,” Kaylee replied, undoing the belt at her waist and slipping out of her A’rem robes. She removed the white, wide-sleeved upper part first, leaving her bare chest exposed, her nipples immediately becoming erect in the air-conditioned office. Once she had folded it and placed it atop her bag, she slipped her wide-legged, red pants down and stepped out of them, folding them as well, and ended by removing her socks and sandals, leaving her in only her panties before him. He spoke as she started to remove them.
“Very nice, but leave those alone and come around here so that I may examine your body.” Kaylee walked around his large, table-like desk, presenting herself to him with hands at her sides, legs slightly apart, and her chin high, but not looking into his eyes. His hands started at her shoulders, moving to her breasts, which he squeezed roughly, pinching her nipples. He quickly moved lower, past her stomach and between her legs, his fingers brushing her lower lips, spreading them through her silken thong panties for a moment, but not trying to press to far inside. Kaylee moaned softly, and again more loudly when he grabbed her butt, one cheek in each hand, and squeezed. She was already getting wet; perhaps she enjoyed herself too much sometimes.
He turned her away from him and opened a drawer on his desk, something metallic jingling. “Unless I say otherwise, this is the only thing you’ll be wearing, my pet.” His breath was hot on her ear as he brought a collar to her neck, a big, thick nerf leather thing with a heavy ring on the front and metal studs all along his outer sides; it was just short of being a full-blown posture collar. Nonetheless, Kaylee lifted her chin and pulled her shoulder-length blond strands to the side, feeling the leather encircle her neck, coming to the point that it was quite snug, before he secured the two straps in the back. A pair of electronic beeps sounded behind her, and she knew that she wouldn’t be removing the collar without his approval; well, at least not without some help from the Force.
He grabbed her from behind, pinching and twisting her breasts with one hand while his other probed her pussy again, working around her clit. “A pity I still have work to do today…but you can still entertain me, can’t you?”
“Yes, master, whatever you may desire,” Kaylee said, writhing against him, breathing in the strong scent of his cologne. His hand left her pussy, grabbing her hair and pulling it back sharply. He slammed her down atop his desk then, leaning heavily upon her. She moaned and writhed against him, feeling his hard member pressing against her ass through his pants. She reached back with her hands, thinking to free his cock, but his hands grabbed her wrists, yanking them toward the middle of her back.
“Not yet, you little whore. I’ll give you something to keep you wet until I can enjoy you properly, though. I still have work that needs to be done, but I think we’ll both find enjoyment out of your suffering.” Thinking that he couldn’t have been more right, Kaylee moaned again, continuing to rub herself against him. She heard him pick something up, and flick a switch, the sound of a strong vibration filling the air. Whatever it was slid between her lips and was held against her clit, making her wobble on her feet. “Oh, you enjoy that, do you? That’s quite fortunate, then,” he said, removing it only for as long as it took for him to slide it down the front of her panties and slip the little egg-shaped device just inside.
“Oh, master!” Kaylee breathed, her body quickly betraying her as the little thing stimulated her. He removed his hands from her wrists, picking up something else from his desk. Kaylee knew what it was as soon as she heard the sound of adhesive tearing away. She smelled the unique scent of mesh tape as he took her left hand and positioned it into a fist, thumb under her fingers, and started wrapping the sticky tape over her skin. It didn’t take much to cover her fist, but he wound it around two or three times, even putting some over her wrist. Ripping the tape from the roll and patting the end down, he snatched her right hand and repeated the process, leaving her hands mostly useless as anything but clubs.
Arkrest pulled her upright with her hair, stinging her scalp again, and whirled her around, before shoving her backward atop the massive desk. With her back to the desk, Kaylee brought her hands up to look at the layers of silvery-gray tape that covered her hands, trying to move her fingers even though she knew it was pointless. The little devil between her legs sent another jolt of pleasure through her, making her moan, and move her now useless hands between her legs, trying to help it along.
Her master laughed as he sat back in his chair, taking up her right foot, massaging along the sole and squeezing her toes before picking up the roll of tape again, flashing her that smile that she could guess was something of a signature for him. As he touched the end of the tape to her foot to start wrapping it, Kaylee touched his mind briefly, and, as she suspected, found that he was immensely pleased so far. He wound the tape up and around her ankle before he tore it loose from the roll, then went back to cover her toes with a trio of shorter strips, pressing the tape firmly with his hands. He went to her other foot immediately, leaving her staring at her tape encased foot through her panting. She wiggled her toes and moved her foot and found the binding quite secure; she couldn’t flatten her foot, kind of like a ballet boot, but she had maybe enough give to manage to walk on her toes if she tried hard enough.
Satisfied with her feet, Arkrest stood and loomed over her, holding her legs up to admire her feet for a moment before stepping between her legs. Just short of the bulge in his pants touching her crotch, he bent over her, taking hold of her hands, pressing them down to the desk, over her head. “You seem to be enjoying yourself; pretty wet down there already…fucking whore.” His free hand snatched one of Kaylee’s nipples, squeezing and pulling it fiercely, making her cry out as the pain fed the pleasure center of her brain; some beings she had encountered across the galaxy thought she was wired wrong, but they couldn’t have been more mistaken.
“I have to take a call now, bitch,” he said, pulling her upright on the desk by her wrists a few moments later, letting go of her nipple, leaving it throbbing. He took his seat, smirking as he patted his lap. “Why don’t you show me how well you can use your mouth for things other than talking while I’m finishing up today’s business.”
“As you wish, my master,” Kaylee said, easing off the desk. Her taped toes touched the rough carpet on the floor, fighting to find some semblance of balance, but she swiftly slipped to her knees instead of trying to fight it, resting her hands on the floor in front of her as he rolled his chair closer. She eased backward under the desk until he stopped, and heard the display beep as the call came in. As Arkrest answered, Kaylee eased her face to his crotch, searching for his zipper with her mouth.
She found it as the person on the other end started saying something in Bothese about a shipment of new slot machines, sliding it down and using her teeth to pull his underwear away, freeing his engorged member. Kaylee nuzzled his cock with her cheek before her lips touched it, a kiss starting at the base, others following all the way to the tip. Arkrest carried on the conversation as if nothing unusual was happening, certainly a useful skill to master; Kaylee knew it well. She went with her tongue next, moaning softly as the little egg inside her vibrated faster, but continued firming up his shaft and playing with the head of his cock.
With her juices flowing, Kaylee eagerly took his shaft into her mouth, slowly sliding her lips down along its length, using her tongue to massage it on the way down. The head slipped down her throat, and finally she was at the base. Shifting her hips back and forth, she started moving her head up and down, taking him fully inside for the first few strokes, then as she started to speed up, she took less inside, but worked her tongue in a more intricate and stimulating array of maneuvers. She was fairly certain that she heard him get just a bit tongue-tied when she started that.
Readjusting herself on her hands and knees, enjoying not only the vibrator, but the pinching the tape was doing to her skin, Kaylee moved quicker, sensing that he was trying to hold himself back. She had learned some time ago with her choice of client that getting them sucked off quickly usually meant that they’d get angry, and thus add more punishment onto the rest of their time together, making it more of a bargain for herself. Arkrest continued his negotiations, shifting lightly, but Kaylee could tell he was struggling to keep his control; he was sitting uneasily, and his voice sounded stressed, and jumped sharply in pitch once or twice. Oh, she was such a naughty girl! At the very least, she decided, wiggling her hips, she would try to come with him, because it could be the last chance she had before he started punishing her.
Within another minute Arkrest ended the call, apparently in a mutually agreeable fashion despite the abruptness of his last statement, and put his hands under the desk, snatching Kaylee’s hair with both hands, thrusting himself down her throat angrily. “You little bitch! I hope you don’t think you can get away with this!” Kaylee couldn’t reply, obviously, instead moaning around his cock as it powered in and out of her throat. The pain in her scalp only excited her more, and the harder his fingers dug in and pulled at her hair, the wetter she got and the louder she responded.
He didn’t last long after he had grabbed her hair, and neither did Kaylee. The moment he filled her mouth with his cum, the little vibrating device inside her pussy did its job, sending her over the edge. She cried out, still letting him pump her head on his cock, as she rode the waves of the orgasm. Her training allowed her to keep licking him, taking it all into her mouth, swallowing what she could, without missing a beat. Finally Arkrest pulled out of her mouth and rolled back, pulling her out by her hair. Kaylee struggled to follow on her hands and knees, but he didn’t give her time to do anything before he hauled up on her hair, forcing her to her feet, before slamming her down on his desk once again.
She could sense his anger, but also the underlying enjoyment he felt, as he loomed over her, holding her wrists together in one hand, his other resting on her thigh. His face was inches from her own, his breath hot against the sweat covering her skin. “Master?”
“I never gave you permission to come, whore.” The hand on her thigh went between her legs, touching her soaked panties, pressing her clit against the vibrator, making her quiver excitedly. “What’s your excuse?”
“I…I don’t have one, my master,” she replied, averting her eyes. She knew that she was playing herself right into his hands.
Arkrest scowled at her, his eyes darting over to the roll of mesh tape he had left on the desk. With a smirk as his only answer to her statement, still clenching her wrists in his hand, he pulled upward on her thong, stretching it between her pussy lips and pressing the vibrator harder against her insides. He let it go a moment later, pressing it inside of her with his fingers, probing her for several wonderful moments before he pulled out. Kaylee was moaning with pleasure the entire time.
“Okay, you little cock-tease, let’s see how you enjoy a little time out.” Arkrest snatched Kaylee’s soaked panties again, jerking them between her lips once more before he roughly pulled them down her legs and over her taped feet, rolling them up inside out. Kaylee didn’t shy away as he brought them toward her face, already having a good idea of what he was planning, and willingly opened her mouth to accept them. She could taste her own sex fluids immediately; the panties were practically dripping. She really did go overboard, sometimes.
Grabbing the roll of mesh tape, Arkrest ripped off a couple of strips, pressing them down over her lips. Kaylee moaned, giving him the ‘I’m sorry’ eyes, which apparently made him angrier with her. He brought the roll to her lips and started it around her head, wrapping at least three or four twists around her skull, making it tighter with each pass before finally tore the tape from the roll. He rolled her onto her stomach again, pulling her arms behind her, wrists together, and proceeded to tape them there, winding the tape all the way up her forearms to her elbows, which were now touching each other. Kaylee wasn’t really under any particular strain, her natural flexibility being taken into account, but she moaned as though she were anyway.
The console beeped again as another call came through, but Arkrest ignored it. All of his attention was focused on her now, and he had a goal in mind, a goal he would reach. He bent Kaylee’s right leg up at the knee, until her foot was resting against her thigh and buttock, and secured it there with more tape, repeating the process with her other leg. The console sounded again, and he very nearly snarled at it, as though that would scare it off. Kaylee watched over her shoulder, wiggling her arms as she bent her body to watch, though he swatted her ass with his hand to straighten her back out, again, sending a burst of joy through her. He ripped a few more strips off the roll of tape, finishing it off, and pressed them firmly against her pussy and up the crack of her ass, sealing the vibrator inside and leaving her feeling the bite of the tape nearly everywhere when she squirmed. This was so exciting!
“Okay, damn it,” he cursed, glaring at the display as it chimed again. He blew out his breath and gathered himself, though he did take a moment to scoot Kaylee along the top of the desk, to the other side, well out of range of the screen or its audio pickup. He pressed a finger against her taped pussy, the pinching and the increased feel of the toy inside making her squirm and moan. “Only two hours, my pet, then you can be punished properly. Won’t that be fun?”
Kaylee writhed on the desk, testing the limits of the tape with everything she had, each little bite and pinch of the wound silver-gray material fueling the fire burning inside of her. She closed her eyes as he answered the call, once again calm and collected, focusing on enjoying every moment of the bondage. If the week was starting out this good, and with a promise of proper punishment to come, Kaylee couldn’t have been happier.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
From Bad to Worse, Part 2
“Yes, master! As you wish, master! How can this slave please you, master? Will master please punish this slave for her disobedience? This slave is here to fulfill your desires, master! This slave will obey, master! Yes, master!” Over and over and over again, Lila said those words, and cheerfully, each time it was to a different man or woman, no one she recognized. She felt strange, like she was outside her body the entire time, screaming at herself not to listen, not to say those words. But she never heard herself. Not even once.
Lila awoke with a start, jerking her body as she fought to rid herself of the nightmare. She heard metal shaking as she struggled, and finally realized she was restrained, spread wide. She blinked her eyes, still seeing only darkness, and finally felt the straps around her head. She tasted leather in her mouth, and quickly learned that there was a bit secured between her teeth. She was hot, sweat covering her body, the temperature in the room stifling even though she was now nude, except for the damned collar on her neck. She was upright, too, and felt metal shackles on her wrists and ankles. She could move her feet freely, and could barely bend her limbs at all; the frame she was secured to was just the right size to make sure she had no slack at all. Either that bastard had had it custom made, or it was enchanted to resize.
A low growl came from Lila’s throat as she finally picked up the captain’s, or governor’s, scent, thick in the room. She finally heard movement behind her, and her captor’s smug laughter. “Finally awake, my dear Lila? You enjoy teasing me even when you’re unconscious. So, did we have some good dreams just now?”
Lila snarled and hissed, jerking her limbs, trying to slip a hand out of one of the shackles, trying to move the frame, anything. Her tail snaked back and forth threateningly behind her, but he only laughed, brushing it with his hand. “Oh, mean girl. Be quiet and stop your struggling, Lila.” Lila immediately went still and stopped her threatening noises, cursing herself when she realized that she had unwittingly followed the suggestion of the enchanted collar, almost without realizing it; it had seemed…natural…for her to submit. “Oh, that hurt, didn’t it? See, even someone as proud and stubborn as you can be tamed with one of these. I’m sure your sisters at your tavern are enjoying them immensely, especially that Darla; she resisted the most; hell, she’s probably shocked herself unconscious a half dozen times by now.”
Lila snarled, her ears laid back, and her tail started twitching. Darla couldn’t handle a collar for long, especially one of these monstrous things; gods, please let them find a way to get these things off before Darla hurt herself too bad. She chewed at the bit, fighting with her restraints; all the while the jerk behind her laughed, snatching her tail and running his fingers along the fur. “Oh, Lila, we’re going to have so much fun together now! You’ll come around soon enough; I’ve been looking forward to breaking you since we first met. And do I ever have the perfect thing in store for you…eventually, anyway. Should we get started with tonight’s fun, my pet? I can tell you’re anxious to begin.”
The bastard’s hands touched her sides and slid upward, taking hold of her breasts. Lila screamed, clamping down on the bit and pulling at the steel that held her firm. She could feel her wrists chaffing already; she’d be bleeding before long, but she didn’t care. This asshole had no right to be treating her this way! She felt his breath on her neck, and then his lips, as he squeezed his hands around her breasts, hard enough to hurt, and kept squeezing, until she finally cried out. Only then did he release some of the pressure, fingering her nipples lightly. “Excited I see…lovely. How about down here?” His left hand left her breast, gliding down her stomach and between her legs. Lila cried out and bucked her hips, but his fingers still slid over her mound and inside her pussy, pressing deep before he pulled them out. “Oh yes, already wet here, too. But I know you, Lila; you like it a little more exciting than just plain sex. Don’t worry, I’m not going to neglect your desires.”
Cursing at him behind the bit, Lila continued trying to slip a hand free, but the shackles stayed as secure as ever, always snug around her limbs. His hands left her body for only a moment before he gathered up her long, midnight-blue hair and tied it into a long tail, which he flopped over her shoulder. Breath quickening, Lila tensed when she heard leather creaking behind her. Son of a bitch! The air was sliced behind her just before her ass erupted in hot, stinging pain across both cheeks. The whip crack rung in her ears, her teeth clamped down into the bit. Lila fought hard not to scream, forcing herself to take in deep, steady breaths. She had dealt with scum like this before and could handle whatever pain he could dish out, no matter what kind of fiendish collar she might be wearing. If she could keep herself focused, she could beat him. Then she’d kill him by inches.
“You can scream if you want to, pet. I won’t mind at all,” he said, quite smugly. Lila spat a curse at him, earning her another lash, this one across her lower back, just at the base of the spine, right above her tail. Again, she fought back a scream, but damn if lashes there didn’t hurt a lot worse. The whip cut the air again, this time biting her across her right thigh, then again across her shoulders, and a third time along her left side. Lila held firm, grunting, trying to focus herself away from the painful lashes. He wasn’t starting gentle at all; he was putting a lot of power into his strikes. But she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of a scream. She couldn’t.
His fingers slid across the welt on her side, making her flinch, and making him chuckle. “Certainly not the delicate flower you pretend to be in the bar…I’m quite anxious to see what secrets I can pry from you. If you promise to tell me something good, I’ll stop.” Lila braced herself as he whip whirled behind her. She waited several moments, breathing quickly, before he lost his patience and struck her again, across her right calf. The frame shook and then Lila felt as though she were falling, but the shackles were still secure on her limbs. She was spinning, in all different directions, even upside down; she couldn’t figure how it was done, maybe something about the enchantment on the frame. The spinning slowed quickly, and she came to rest upside down, disoriented for a moment.
“Lovely view of you from this angle,” he laughed. Lila growled, flinching as the whip cracked just in front of her face, close enough that she could feel the snap of the leather. With another of his sickening laughs, he lashed her again, across the bottoms of her breasts, then her stomach, the top of her foot, her arm, all over, unrelenting, powerful blows slicing at her skin. As the painful blows rained across her, Lila wanted to scream, but she stubbornly clenched down on the bit, growling and snarling. He spun her again, harder than before, sending his whip at her while she was moving. She winced when one lash landed against the sole of her foot, and very nearly lost her composure, almost screaming, when the whip lashed across her pussy lips; she barely managed to keep it to a strained hiss.
Finally the spinning stopped, and Lila was once again upright, breathing hard, head spinning, body screaming in pain, tears streaming from her blindfolded eyes, and teeth firmly clamped around the bit. She could hear the bastard breathing hard behind her, and heard the whip drop to the floor. “You are most remarkable, Lila. I can see that I’ll have to try something a little more potent to hear what I want from you. But first, I think I’m ready for some of what practically every wealthy man in the city has been raving about. You’ll enjoy that, won’t you? ”
Lila weakly shook her head, gasping as the frame suddenly fell forward, jerking to a stop just when she thought her face was going to slam into the floor. The metal frame shook, and her legs dropped downward, and though she should have sagged, her body remained rigidly bent; Lila was sure she felt some kind of force holding her there, but she couldn’t tell what it was, only that it was magic. His hands touched her hips, making the lashes burn. She struggled with renewed vigor, grunting with the effort, feeling what could only have been her blood seeping out around her wrists and ankles. “That’s good, my pet, show me how anxious you are to have me inside you again. I wouldn’t call our little encounter in the dungeon a proper good time, would you?”
Oh, if only she could have hidden a knife on her! She could’ve used her tail to slit his throat with it! His grip on her thighs tightened, a moment later she felt him thrust himself into her pussy, going his full length on the first thrust. She cursed behind the bit, not just at him, but at her own body for getting aroused from the whipping. She had long since been pushing back the pleasure haze, but with his member inside, it flared up, threatening to overtake her. “See, this is what you don’t seem to understand, Lila. This is all you Kerryns are good for. If you weren’t born to be sluts, then you wouldn’t be dripping wet and moaning right now. Anything we do gets you ready for a good fuck; yeah, that’s right, even little miss high and mighty Lila herself.” Gods, could his logic be any more convoluted? Before that line of thought could go any further, his hands snatched her lash-covered breasts, squeezing and pulling them as he began thrusting himself within her. She hissed, biting the bit, briefly wondering if she would bite through it before the night was out, before she filled her mind with nothing but images of the son of a bitch’s body bleeding out from her blades.
“Come on, Lila, don’t be such a sour-puss,” he cackled, slamming into her harder and faster. “In fact…why don’t you enjoy yourself? Stop resisting and start pleasuring me this instant!” he commanded. Lila groaned, doing everything she could not to cry out as the collar’s will fought her own. A shock went through her, though if the bastard felt it he didn’t show it, and she suddenly found herself fighting two against one; both the collar and the cursed pleasure haze wanted to obey him. She felt herself slipping, her mind briefly flashed to a random image of herself in the throes of an orgy before she managed to reign in her wild desires. She had to keep resisting…she couldn’t give in!
His fingers latched onto her nipples, pinching them, pulling them as he rolled her breasts together, slowing into a harder, if slower, pounding rhythm into her pussy, his balls slapping against her. “You keep surprising me, Lila! So strong for a cat-slut! Don’t disobey me again, slave! Pleasure me! Work those hips, squeeze yourself around me you little bitch!”
Lila groaned, doing her best to snap the bit with her teeth. Her head was a mess of anger, rage, and overwhelming desire to obey. The collar had become more subtle; she could feel it watching, waiting, and something like a whisper inside her mind. She swore it was using her own voice, compelling her to obey the command. She willed herself not to listen, tried to think of anything else, especially slitting the bastard’s throat, but she couldn’t overcome it. She felt her body betraying her, and her mind was following, her mental defenses crumbling under a raging torrent. Not long…she couldn’t hold out much longer…no…Then it stopped in a sudden electrical burst, which blanked her mind and left her quivering while the asshole kept pounding away into her pussy.
“Bad girl, Lila,” he said, swatting her butt cheek with his hand, a loud slap sounding as her flesh stung. “You know better than to disobey my orders. I was considering being nice to you tonight, but you’ve forced my hand.” He ramped up the speed of his thrusts, slapping her ass several more times, making it throb in addition to the burning lashes that already covered her body. Somehow, Lila kept herself from screaming, though hot tears still streamed down her face.
Within a few moments she felt him come, from the sound he made and the fact that when he tightened his grip on her breasts, it felt as though he very nearly crushed them. He thrust into her a few more times, filling her with his seed, before he finally pulled out. He moved around in front of her, snatching her hair and lifting her head, then rubbed his manhood over her face and the bit, filling her nostrils with the mixture of their sex scents, and enough of the mess onto the bit that it was seeping into her mouth. Though she managed a week hiss, he only laughed, dropping her head without a care.
“Don’t you feel better now that you’ve had a man inside you, Lila? You’re a slut, you aren’t complete unless you’re getting fucked, after all. Now…” he started, adjusting the frame so that she was upright again, and putting his hands on her shoulders. His fingers slid across her sweaty skin to the collar, and he leaned in close enough that she could feel his breath on her neck. “Since you’re still resisting me, Lila, I’m forbidding you to sleep tonight. Don’t worry, the collar will see to it that you don’t have a pleasant night’s rest; maybe that’ll make you a little more agreeable tomorrow. Oh, how I’m looking forward to getting all of your slut friends in check tomorrow! I’m sure they’ll enjoy themselves a lot more once they’re properly motivated.” He slapped her ass hard, rocking her in the frame, leaving her wincing. “Good night, my lovely pet!”
Lila heard his footsteps retreat across stone, then a heavy door close, followed by a lock clanging shut. Groaning, she sagged in the frame, barely registering the raw burning around her wrists and ankles. With him gone, she suddenly felt exhausted, mentally more than physically. The collar, whatever demonic magic had been used in its construction, had found a way into her mind and wasn’t letting go. She knew she couldn’t keep resisting it; that last assault, coupled with the haze, had very nearly broken her defenses. The bastard had prepared well for capturing her, and if the warlord was really passing out so many collars like the one she wore, none of her kind stood a chance. She had to get out now; she had to find a way out of the collar and get back to her family at the tavern.
Taking a long, slow breath to gain some kind of center to her focus, Lila wiggled her hands and feet, and thought of escape. She was an expert at slipping out of any kind of normal restraint, her father and the other guild members had made sure of that. This seemed to be a simple design, but from her earlier experiences, she was sure it was anything but. Probing the metal with her fingers, she felt smooth edges, and no obvious seams or any ridges that could indicate a locking device, and when she shook her arms, she heard nothing clinking like a dangling lock. That was some serious craftsmanship, even if magic weren’t involved; slave collars that had hidden locks could go for upwards of five-hundred gold coins, more if exotic metals were involved. With her feet touching nothing, all she could tell was that the shackles on her ankles were just as smooth. Damned blindfold…there had to be something that he didn’t want her seeing…
Lila continued trying to wiggle her way out for what felt like a long time, until what stamina she had finally failed her. She was still hot and sweaty, but now mostly exhausted. Her thoughts drifted, and she let herself hang limply, slipping toward sleep. Without warning the collar sent a painful, short jolt through her, making her yelp, and snap awake. That son of a bitch! He really wasn’t going to let her sleep! Lila chewed angrily at the bit, cursing. Things just got a lot harder; if she couldn’t rest, she’d be in on shape to resist him or the collar by the morning. She had to think of something, some way to keep her mind and her will as her own. It was going to be a long night…
Lila awoke with a start, jerking her body as she fought to rid herself of the nightmare. She heard metal shaking as she struggled, and finally realized she was restrained, spread wide. She blinked her eyes, still seeing only darkness, and finally felt the straps around her head. She tasted leather in her mouth, and quickly learned that there was a bit secured between her teeth. She was hot, sweat covering her body, the temperature in the room stifling even though she was now nude, except for the damned collar on her neck. She was upright, too, and felt metal shackles on her wrists and ankles. She could move her feet freely, and could barely bend her limbs at all; the frame she was secured to was just the right size to make sure she had no slack at all. Either that bastard had had it custom made, or it was enchanted to resize.
A low growl came from Lila’s throat as she finally picked up the captain’s, or governor’s, scent, thick in the room. She finally heard movement behind her, and her captor’s smug laughter. “Finally awake, my dear Lila? You enjoy teasing me even when you’re unconscious. So, did we have some good dreams just now?”
Lila snarled and hissed, jerking her limbs, trying to slip a hand out of one of the shackles, trying to move the frame, anything. Her tail snaked back and forth threateningly behind her, but he only laughed, brushing it with his hand. “Oh, mean girl. Be quiet and stop your struggling, Lila.” Lila immediately went still and stopped her threatening noises, cursing herself when she realized that she had unwittingly followed the suggestion of the enchanted collar, almost without realizing it; it had seemed…natural…for her to submit. “Oh, that hurt, didn’t it? See, even someone as proud and stubborn as you can be tamed with one of these. I’m sure your sisters at your tavern are enjoying them immensely, especially that Darla; she resisted the most; hell, she’s probably shocked herself unconscious a half dozen times by now.”
Lila snarled, her ears laid back, and her tail started twitching. Darla couldn’t handle a collar for long, especially one of these monstrous things; gods, please let them find a way to get these things off before Darla hurt herself too bad. She chewed at the bit, fighting with her restraints; all the while the jerk behind her laughed, snatching her tail and running his fingers along the fur. “Oh, Lila, we’re going to have so much fun together now! You’ll come around soon enough; I’ve been looking forward to breaking you since we first met. And do I ever have the perfect thing in store for you…eventually, anyway. Should we get started with tonight’s fun, my pet? I can tell you’re anxious to begin.”
The bastard’s hands touched her sides and slid upward, taking hold of her breasts. Lila screamed, clamping down on the bit and pulling at the steel that held her firm. She could feel her wrists chaffing already; she’d be bleeding before long, but she didn’t care. This asshole had no right to be treating her this way! She felt his breath on her neck, and then his lips, as he squeezed his hands around her breasts, hard enough to hurt, and kept squeezing, until she finally cried out. Only then did he release some of the pressure, fingering her nipples lightly. “Excited I see…lovely. How about down here?” His left hand left her breast, gliding down her stomach and between her legs. Lila cried out and bucked her hips, but his fingers still slid over her mound and inside her pussy, pressing deep before he pulled them out. “Oh yes, already wet here, too. But I know you, Lila; you like it a little more exciting than just plain sex. Don’t worry, I’m not going to neglect your desires.”
Cursing at him behind the bit, Lila continued trying to slip a hand free, but the shackles stayed as secure as ever, always snug around her limbs. His hands left her body for only a moment before he gathered up her long, midnight-blue hair and tied it into a long tail, which he flopped over her shoulder. Breath quickening, Lila tensed when she heard leather creaking behind her. Son of a bitch! The air was sliced behind her just before her ass erupted in hot, stinging pain across both cheeks. The whip crack rung in her ears, her teeth clamped down into the bit. Lila fought hard not to scream, forcing herself to take in deep, steady breaths. She had dealt with scum like this before and could handle whatever pain he could dish out, no matter what kind of fiendish collar she might be wearing. If she could keep herself focused, she could beat him. Then she’d kill him by inches.
“You can scream if you want to, pet. I won’t mind at all,” he said, quite smugly. Lila spat a curse at him, earning her another lash, this one across her lower back, just at the base of the spine, right above her tail. Again, she fought back a scream, but damn if lashes there didn’t hurt a lot worse. The whip cut the air again, this time biting her across her right thigh, then again across her shoulders, and a third time along her left side. Lila held firm, grunting, trying to focus herself away from the painful lashes. He wasn’t starting gentle at all; he was putting a lot of power into his strikes. But she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of a scream. She couldn’t.
His fingers slid across the welt on her side, making her flinch, and making him chuckle. “Certainly not the delicate flower you pretend to be in the bar…I’m quite anxious to see what secrets I can pry from you. If you promise to tell me something good, I’ll stop.” Lila braced herself as he whip whirled behind her. She waited several moments, breathing quickly, before he lost his patience and struck her again, across her right calf. The frame shook and then Lila felt as though she were falling, but the shackles were still secure on her limbs. She was spinning, in all different directions, even upside down; she couldn’t figure how it was done, maybe something about the enchantment on the frame. The spinning slowed quickly, and she came to rest upside down, disoriented for a moment.
“Lovely view of you from this angle,” he laughed. Lila growled, flinching as the whip cracked just in front of her face, close enough that she could feel the snap of the leather. With another of his sickening laughs, he lashed her again, across the bottoms of her breasts, then her stomach, the top of her foot, her arm, all over, unrelenting, powerful blows slicing at her skin. As the painful blows rained across her, Lila wanted to scream, but she stubbornly clenched down on the bit, growling and snarling. He spun her again, harder than before, sending his whip at her while she was moving. She winced when one lash landed against the sole of her foot, and very nearly lost her composure, almost screaming, when the whip lashed across her pussy lips; she barely managed to keep it to a strained hiss.
Finally the spinning stopped, and Lila was once again upright, breathing hard, head spinning, body screaming in pain, tears streaming from her blindfolded eyes, and teeth firmly clamped around the bit. She could hear the bastard breathing hard behind her, and heard the whip drop to the floor. “You are most remarkable, Lila. I can see that I’ll have to try something a little more potent to hear what I want from you. But first, I think I’m ready for some of what practically every wealthy man in the city has been raving about. You’ll enjoy that, won’t you? ”
Lila weakly shook her head, gasping as the frame suddenly fell forward, jerking to a stop just when she thought her face was going to slam into the floor. The metal frame shook, and her legs dropped downward, and though she should have sagged, her body remained rigidly bent; Lila was sure she felt some kind of force holding her there, but she couldn’t tell what it was, only that it was magic. His hands touched her hips, making the lashes burn. She struggled with renewed vigor, grunting with the effort, feeling what could only have been her blood seeping out around her wrists and ankles. “That’s good, my pet, show me how anxious you are to have me inside you again. I wouldn’t call our little encounter in the dungeon a proper good time, would you?”
Oh, if only she could have hidden a knife on her! She could’ve used her tail to slit his throat with it! His grip on her thighs tightened, a moment later she felt him thrust himself into her pussy, going his full length on the first thrust. She cursed behind the bit, not just at him, but at her own body for getting aroused from the whipping. She had long since been pushing back the pleasure haze, but with his member inside, it flared up, threatening to overtake her. “See, this is what you don’t seem to understand, Lila. This is all you Kerryns are good for. If you weren’t born to be sluts, then you wouldn’t be dripping wet and moaning right now. Anything we do gets you ready for a good fuck; yeah, that’s right, even little miss high and mighty Lila herself.” Gods, could his logic be any more convoluted? Before that line of thought could go any further, his hands snatched her lash-covered breasts, squeezing and pulling them as he began thrusting himself within her. She hissed, biting the bit, briefly wondering if she would bite through it before the night was out, before she filled her mind with nothing but images of the son of a bitch’s body bleeding out from her blades.
“Come on, Lila, don’t be such a sour-puss,” he cackled, slamming into her harder and faster. “In fact…why don’t you enjoy yourself? Stop resisting and start pleasuring me this instant!” he commanded. Lila groaned, doing everything she could not to cry out as the collar’s will fought her own. A shock went through her, though if the bastard felt it he didn’t show it, and she suddenly found herself fighting two against one; both the collar and the cursed pleasure haze wanted to obey him. She felt herself slipping, her mind briefly flashed to a random image of herself in the throes of an orgy before she managed to reign in her wild desires. She had to keep resisting…she couldn’t give in!
His fingers latched onto her nipples, pinching them, pulling them as he rolled her breasts together, slowing into a harder, if slower, pounding rhythm into her pussy, his balls slapping against her. “You keep surprising me, Lila! So strong for a cat-slut! Don’t disobey me again, slave! Pleasure me! Work those hips, squeeze yourself around me you little bitch!”
Lila groaned, doing her best to snap the bit with her teeth. Her head was a mess of anger, rage, and overwhelming desire to obey. The collar had become more subtle; she could feel it watching, waiting, and something like a whisper inside her mind. She swore it was using her own voice, compelling her to obey the command. She willed herself not to listen, tried to think of anything else, especially slitting the bastard’s throat, but she couldn’t overcome it. She felt her body betraying her, and her mind was following, her mental defenses crumbling under a raging torrent. Not long…she couldn’t hold out much longer…no…Then it stopped in a sudden electrical burst, which blanked her mind and left her quivering while the asshole kept pounding away into her pussy.
“Bad girl, Lila,” he said, swatting her butt cheek with his hand, a loud slap sounding as her flesh stung. “You know better than to disobey my orders. I was considering being nice to you tonight, but you’ve forced my hand.” He ramped up the speed of his thrusts, slapping her ass several more times, making it throb in addition to the burning lashes that already covered her body. Somehow, Lila kept herself from screaming, though hot tears still streamed down her face.
Within a few moments she felt him come, from the sound he made and the fact that when he tightened his grip on her breasts, it felt as though he very nearly crushed them. He thrust into her a few more times, filling her with his seed, before he finally pulled out. He moved around in front of her, snatching her hair and lifting her head, then rubbed his manhood over her face and the bit, filling her nostrils with the mixture of their sex scents, and enough of the mess onto the bit that it was seeping into her mouth. Though she managed a week hiss, he only laughed, dropping her head without a care.
“Don’t you feel better now that you’ve had a man inside you, Lila? You’re a slut, you aren’t complete unless you’re getting fucked, after all. Now…” he started, adjusting the frame so that she was upright again, and putting his hands on her shoulders. His fingers slid across her sweaty skin to the collar, and he leaned in close enough that she could feel his breath on her neck. “Since you’re still resisting me, Lila, I’m forbidding you to sleep tonight. Don’t worry, the collar will see to it that you don’t have a pleasant night’s rest; maybe that’ll make you a little more agreeable tomorrow. Oh, how I’m looking forward to getting all of your slut friends in check tomorrow! I’m sure they’ll enjoy themselves a lot more once they’re properly motivated.” He slapped her ass hard, rocking her in the frame, leaving her wincing. “Good night, my lovely pet!”
Lila heard his footsteps retreat across stone, then a heavy door close, followed by a lock clanging shut. Groaning, she sagged in the frame, barely registering the raw burning around her wrists and ankles. With him gone, she suddenly felt exhausted, mentally more than physically. The collar, whatever demonic magic had been used in its construction, had found a way into her mind and wasn’t letting go. She knew she couldn’t keep resisting it; that last assault, coupled with the haze, had very nearly broken her defenses. The bastard had prepared well for capturing her, and if the warlord was really passing out so many collars like the one she wore, none of her kind stood a chance. She had to get out now; she had to find a way out of the collar and get back to her family at the tavern.
Taking a long, slow breath to gain some kind of center to her focus, Lila wiggled her hands and feet, and thought of escape. She was an expert at slipping out of any kind of normal restraint, her father and the other guild members had made sure of that. This seemed to be a simple design, but from her earlier experiences, she was sure it was anything but. Probing the metal with her fingers, she felt smooth edges, and no obvious seams or any ridges that could indicate a locking device, and when she shook her arms, she heard nothing clinking like a dangling lock. That was some serious craftsmanship, even if magic weren’t involved; slave collars that had hidden locks could go for upwards of five-hundred gold coins, more if exotic metals were involved. With her feet touching nothing, all she could tell was that the shackles on her ankles were just as smooth. Damned blindfold…there had to be something that he didn’t want her seeing…
Lila continued trying to wiggle her way out for what felt like a long time, until what stamina she had finally failed her. She was still hot and sweaty, but now mostly exhausted. Her thoughts drifted, and she let herself hang limply, slipping toward sleep. Without warning the collar sent a painful, short jolt through her, making her yelp, and snap awake. That son of a bitch! He really wasn’t going to let her sleep! Lila chewed angrily at the bit, cursing. Things just got a lot harder; if she couldn’t rest, she’d be in on shape to resist him or the collar by the morning. She had to think of something, some way to keep her mind and her will as her own. It was going to be a long night…
Much Needed Break
The wait was absolutely maddening. How many more documents could there possibly be to pour through for such a small city? And did any of this really need my attention? I sighed, dropping the tenth or twelfth request for a start-up loan on a new business, this one a dress shop, to rub my eyes. After several long hours of accepting or denying proposals, my nerves were shot. I knew what I needed, but it had to wait; I had to finish these papers before I left my office today, then I would have the week long break I had promised myself. No interruptions, just me and Omairi…
I looked out the window, and very nearly regretted it. Omairi was out in the garden again, stretched out atop one of the benches. She was awake, I knew, even if she was making it look like she was dozing, sunning herself. Her raven hair was spilled out over the bench seat like a dark waterfall, swaying in the breeze. She was wearing a dark blue dress, just a simple, plain thing, which seemed so unbefitting of her beauty, and her collar, of course, a gold-inlaid mithril band that seemed delicate, yet was nigh unbreakable. It was her feet that attracted my attention the most, though…she was still wearing her black leather, knee-length heeled boots, moving her feet back and forth. She knew what she was doing; she was driving me crazy, daring me to come to her, to take her and release my frustrations with her. I bit my lip, turning away from the window and back to the rolls of parchments that still cluttered my desk. “In due time…just a while longer,” I told myself, picking up the dress store and trying to seriously consider whether it would be a worthy investment.
I must have considered it for another ten minutes, my mind frequently slipping back to Omairi, my eyes following. Each time I looked, she was still there, trying to seduce me into coming to her. Gods, she infuriated me sometimes! But…but I could certainly live with that; it would make our time together all the more exciting. I looked again, but she was gone now, no doubt taking a walk around the gardens only to return and entice me once again. It wouldn’t be the first time she had done something like this; she always did this when she was excited, anxious for my work to be done. The next few days would be most splendid! Were I able to have my way, Omairi and I would stay there forever…
The large clock across the room chimed, and I looked, after another half dozen proposals, and sighed with relief; it was the fifth chime of the afternoon, finally my day was over! No sooner had I put my pen down after placing my signature on the last document did the door open, and Omairi poke her head inside with an excited grin on her face, her long hair pulled back in a loose tail that draped over her shoulder now. “Master…is it time yet? Can we go now? I’m so excited I can’t stand it!”
“Yes, yes, of course we can,” I said, taking her in my arms and kissing her cheek. “Just the two of us now, for the entire week. I’ve already left word with everyone who needs to know, so once we get the bags, we can-”
Omairi smiled even wider. “I already put them in the travel chamber, along with dinner for tonight so we won’t have to cook.”
“You’re always so thoughtful,” I replied, kissing her cheek. “Well, without further ado, then!” I walked with her, quickly, holding my arm around her hips, down the stairs and to the travelling chamber on the first floor, a room set off to one side of the manor, built of spell-charged stones, the arcane rings pulsating slowly on the floor in with a magenta light. I grabbed up our two large bags while Omairi took up the basket, and together we stepped into the circle. Smiling to Omairi, I uttered the activation chant and sent a little power into the ring. The world shifted and swirled, and in the next moment we were standing on the receiving pad behind the vacation home. A light rain was falling here, the sun already close to the horizon, but a gazebo was built over the pad, and a covered walkway led to the house. We hurried inside, our pace a product of our shared desire to enjoy each other in ways that we hadn’t in such a long time. Duty was such a trying thing, sometimes.
Omairi opened the door with a touch of her hand, only one of a handful of people who could do that, and went in first. I sat our bags down by the door, closing it, before I turned to the wide, open main room and breathed deeply of the age of the vacation home, smiling at Omairi. “I’m feeling better already.”
Turning, Omairi’s cheerful smile faded quickly into a dissatisfied frown, and her hand flashed, just before it slapped my cheek, leaving it stinging. “Well, isn’t that good for you? How do you think I’m feeling? Making me wait all day, alone, not even coming to me once! If you want any bit of enjoyment out of me, you’ve got a lot of work to do, slave.” As she said it, she was already undoing the catch on her collar, hanging it on the coat rack nearby without a second thought to it.
I bowed my head, keeping my voice low, my hands clasped in front of me. “I’m sorry, Mistress...”
“Not even a little bit,” she snarled, roughly grabbing the collar of my shirt, slapping my other cheek before she bent me down to meet her angered glare. “Get out of those clothes this instant! My slave only wears what I want it to, and it hasn’t earned anything close to a noble’s outfit yet. When you’re properly attired, you’ll come to my chair.” She didn’t even wait for my reply before she turned, her ponytail flying off her shoulder, and stalked toward the cushioned, high-backed chair, what she called her ‘throne’, that stood in front of the fireplace.
Breath quickening, I quickly stripped my clothing away and laid it aside, folded neatly and hurried to Omairi, who was sitting in her chair, legs draped lazily over the armrest as she twirled a riding crop in her fingers. I went to my knees beside her, but before I could move to a proper pose, she moved the tip of the crop to my chin, lifting my face so that I could see her cool, almost bored stare. “Don’t get too comfortable, slave. You’ve got at least one thing to put on, and then you’ve got your first test. How long has it been since I’ve put you through the poses? Several months, I imagine. Go and retrieve your collar and bring it back to me.” She removed a single, silver key from her dress pocket, holding it out to me.
“As you wish, Mistress,” I replied, taking the key in my hands. My mind was already trying to remember all of the poses she was talking about; there had to be almost fifty positions she had insisted upon me learning, the same ones she had been practicing all of her life. I was, of course, only able to do them with a fraction of the grace she could, but she still seemed to find enjoyment when I did them. I quickly went into the bedroom down the hall, unlocking the wardrobe with the key she had given me. Inside were everything we could ever hope to need for our play, but the most important was on a small shelf in the middle, untouched since we were last here. It was my collar, one that had been made from Omairi’s specifications, supposedly for her, but no, this one was mine from the beginning. It was not as elegant and slim as the collar she wore daily, and was mostly leather instead of metal. It was a thick leather, black in color, at least four inches tall, with a heavy ring on the front and a buckle that gleamed in the light, and several spikes and studs placed around its diameter. Not wanting to make her wait too long, I snatched up the rather heavy collar and the open lock that was sitting with it; the key I left in the wardrobe.
Returning to the sitting room, I went to my knees in front of Omairi, who barely took notice of me, looking through a book that had been sitting on the end table, yawning as she flipped the pages. I held the collar out, head bowed, and waited.
After what seemed to be an eternity, my arms starting to shake from being held up so long, Omairi finally seemed to notice, closing the book, setting it aside, and crossing her legs. “That took you entirely too long…but I suppose I’ll let that slide…for now, anyway.” Omairi finally took the collar, and I quickly lifted my chin to allow her to place it about my neck. I felt the cool leather touch my skin, and heard the metal buckle as the strap was pulled through. She pulled it tight enough to hurt for just a moment, then eased it back to comfortably snug, finally putting the lock in place with a metallic click. A huge weight lifted off my shoulders as she eased back into the chair; it felt so good to be wearing it again.
“Okay, slave, let’s see what you’ve forgotten since we had time to play…I want you to pose for me, and I want to see every single one. Depending on how well you do I might give you a reward. You may begin,” she said, crossing her legs and laying the crop across her lap.
“As you wish, Mistress,” I replied, easing back to the rug a few feet back, taking the first position, the basic slave’s kneeling position. My arms were behind my back, crossed so that my hands were resting at my elbows, my legs spread so that Mistress could see my manhood, which had been hard from the moment I had stripped down, and my chest thrust forward somewhat.
I remained that way for several seconds, until Omairi spoke. “Very good. Next.”
And so the next hour passed, with me taking another pose until Omairi was pleased with it, then moving on to the next one. The first few were simple, just variations on the first one, but they quickly grew in their complexity. Some made me lean backward, others I had to lay on my chest and have my rear up in the air, with my legs wide; I knew that most of the poses had been designed for the Kerryn girls, but as long as Omairi found enjoyment out of it, then it was all worth it.
By the time I had finished the last pose and returned to the basic kneeling stance, I was covered in sweat and breathing hard, and I knew that my body would be aching in places I had forgotten I had by tomorrow morning. Omairi was purring happily, standing and coming to me, patting my cheek with her hand. “That’s a good boy. I’m very pleased you remembered all of them, though you did have some trouble with some; we’ll be working on those, though. I think you’ve earned a reward, and a chance to please me some more. Would you like that?”
“Very much, Mistress!” I replied quickly, kissing her hand when she moved it from my cheek.
She continued smiling, pointing down to her feet, still encased by her boots. “Show me how much you enjoy worshipping my feet, pet.”
I hurried downward, resting my weight on my hands and knees as my lips eagerly touched the tips of her boots, right where her toes were hiding. Hoping that I would be enjoying those toes later, I kissed along the outside of her right foot, then worked my way back and switched to the left. I could smell the leather keenly, and thought I could pick up just a hint of the aroma off of her feet.
“I think you should start using your tongue before I decide to put you out for the night and find some other way to enjoy myself,” Omairi said suddenly, not long after I had finished kissing the heels of her boots and moved back to the tops.
“Sorry, Mistress,” I said quickly, and kissed her boot again before my tongue found the leather and began lapping at it, making a slow progression along the tops, then down the edges. My mind was starting to drift as thoughts of Omairi’s feet in my mouth kept getting harder and harder to push away, and my cock throbbed anxiously for attention. No, I had to resist…Mistress wanted her boots licked…she hadn’t told me to stop yet…I was back to the heels, my tongue lapping at them, but my mind was already loosing focus as the brain between my legs asserted itself again.
“That’s enough,” she said after a few more licks. I quickly returned to my position on my knees with hands behind me; to say that when my manhood happened to rub against the floor was almost mind blowing would be an understatement. Omairi sat upon her throne again, giving me a cool look as she tapped the head of the crop lightly against her palm; her eyes went to my crotch, and I couldn’t help but to tense under her gaze. “That’s absolutely disgraceful, slave. You should have better control than that! A slave needs to be ready for his mistress’ needs, but you’re acting like an animal!”
“I’m sorry, Mistress, I just-”
“Silence! You need a little discipline is all…and I can certainly help you with that!” She stood again, reaching into the other pocket on her dress to remove a thin rope leash, which she attached to my collar. “Follow me, dog,” Omairi said, slapping the crop lightly against my thigh.
She turned toward our bedroom, tugging the leash, and I obediently followed on my hands and knees, every step making me crave release more and more as my manhood swung between my legs. I was weak-willed, I knew, and with Mistress’ tail inches from my nose, I momentarily thought of taking her…I was officially her owner, so it was within my right…but…Gods, I couldn’t go against her word! I had to obey her, had to make her happy! I was disgusted with myself that I could have even considered such an act. Should I tell her so that she could punish me? It would be the right thing to do.
Inside, Omairi immediately went to the large wardrobe and began looking through the drawers, while I waited on my knees, head lowered, my erect member somewhat less so as I mulled the thoughts over in my head. I really should beg her forgiveness…
“What’s on your mind?” she asked, a hint of concern in her voice, her head turned to look down to me. She could read me like just like the book she had been skimming in the sitting room.
I sighed heavily, taking a slow breath before I managed to look up to her. “I…need to apologize to you, Mistress…I…I had thoughts of taking you just now, to satisfy my desires above your own. It was only for a moment, but…I’m so sorry…please, punish me. I deserve it for what I fantasized about…please, punish me, and please, my Mistress, accept my apology.”
She was silent for a moment, her face blank. Fearful, I lowered my gaze. “Slave,” she said in an almost caring tone after an eternity, and I glanced up, seeing a pleased smile on her face. “I’m glad you’re being honest with me, and that you cared so much to tell me.” She crouched, kissing my forehead. “That’s what I love about you,” she said in a whisper, just before the smile faded and her eyes became angry, and she jerked the leash to bring my face even with her furious gaze. “But of course you’re going to be punished! How dare you think of taking me without my permission! Stand up this instant!”
I was on my feet in a moment, suddenly aroused again as Omairi took hold of my arm and shoved me forcefully to the bed, face first. Her heel found my back, and I grunted as she ground it against my spine, though I was thankful she wasn’t wearing her spiked heels at this point. She removed her heel after a few painful moments, returning to the wardrobe long enough to snatch something out. I heard rope unfurl and hit the floor behind me, and then Omairi pulled my arms behind my back and crossed my wrists, the coarse hemp rope biting into my skin as she wound it around them several times. With a sharp jerk, she pulled my wrists toward my upper back, and proceeded to wrap the rope around my upper arms and torso twice, before tying it off, well out of reach of my fingers.
She snatched something else from the wardrobe, planting her knee into my back as she latched onto my hair and jerked my head backwards. She held my mouth open with her fingers, not that I was really fighting back, of course, and wedged a leather-sheathed ring between my teeth, and then secured the strap behind my head, leaving my mouth open, hopefully for her enjoyment in the very near future. Still not speaking to me, Omairi hauled on the rope, pulling me off the bed, turning me to face her. I looked toward the floor, seeing my growing erection. She noticed it too, making a displeased grunt. “Well now, we can’t be having that, now can we? You’ve not earned it yet.”
Moaning softly, I shifted on my feet as she returned to the wardrobe, opening two drawers before she found what she was looking for. I heard leather and metal clinking, and felt sweat beading on my forehead as I began fearing what it might be. I worked my arms and hands, trying to find a way to loosen the ropes that were biting my skin, but the knots were indeed well out of my reach. Her boots appeared in my line of sight again, and I saw the mess of small black straps and silvery metal in her hands.
“Spread those legs, slave; I’ve got your new outfit for the evening.” I moaned around the gag, shaking my head, drool already slipping down my chin, but a growl from her and a sharp slap to my thigh had me spreading my legs as she wished. I hated this device, and she knew it; I guess that’s why she used it as a punishment so often. I had often wondered why I continued to misbehave so much, but it was never really something I could spend much time concentrating on.
Her fingers touched my manhood a moment later, and I jerked involuntarily, my erection growing larger. Omairi worked quickly, placing the straps over and around my cock. The first strap she tightened was around my balls, squeezing them uncomfortably tight in the sack, but between her touches and the breath on me, I just kept getting even more excited. A strap tightened at the base of my scrotum, then she started up the shaft, tightening another quartet of smaller straps, the last one just below the head of my penis. I groaned as each one was pulled tighter, the confines of the leather prison quickly becoming apparent.
She finally stood, tugging the metal ring set into the leather near the last ring, jerking the infernally tight device. Gods, the harder I got the more it hurt! But that just made me all the more excited. She was smirking at me, watching me squirm. “More self control would perhaps be a good thing to learn,” she said, licking her lips. “It’s a lesson you have so much trouble with, though.” Her fingers took up the leash on my collar as she started back toward the front sitting room. I followed after her, moaning after only a few steps as my entrapped manhood throbbed, each step causing it to sway back and forth. It was worse on my balls, which felt like they were getting larger by the second, getting crushed between my thighs and each other.
She started laughing as we reached the end of the hallway, stopping to touch the end of her crop to my cock, sliding it up and down along the leather-encased shaft. “You look so pathetic, walking like that!” she said through her laughter, making my face burn and my shoulders sag against the ropes. Drool spilled down my chin and onto my chest. “Come on, once around the house, just so I can watch that graceful walk you seem to have developed. Oh, wait, I know how to make it even better!” Shaking my head did little good; she shot me one of those sly grins that always meant I was going to suffer, and unhooked the leash from my collar, instead clipping it to the ring at the head of my penis. She gave it a couple of quick tugs for a test and seemed very satisfied with how I squirmed, even purring with delight for a moment before she gave another tug and started into the sitting room.
Omairi led me around the perimeter of the room, humming to herself, keeping tension on the leash no matter how quickly I managed to follow. “You know,” she said after we had taken a handful of steps, “it’s too nice an evening to spend inside; we should be out enjoying the fresh air out here! Don’t you think that’s a wonderful idea?” When she turned to look at me, sweat was already building on my brow, and I shook my head in a vigorous negative, but her smile only grew wider. “I knew you’d agree!”
A new spring in her step, Omairi hurried toward the door to the patio. Due to a combination of her quick steps and my hesitation, I got a good jerk on my manhood, yelping as I staggered on to keep up with her. Granted, we may have been several miles away from the nearest settlement, but anyone could be wandering through the woods out there. I couldn’t be caught like this! I mumbled my concern around the ring between my teeth, but Omairi was oblivious. The next thing I knew the door was open and my feet were resting on the smooth patio stones, and Omairi was closing the door behind us.
Her hand smacked my rump lightly, her grin filling me with both dread and anticipation. “A few times around the house, then?” Shaking my head quickly enough for drool to spatter onto my chest, Omairi hauled on the leash, giving me new reason to put a spring in my step. She walked at a quick pace off the side of the patio to the walkway that surrounded the home, whistling cheerfully as I struggled not to cause myself any further pain. As tight as the straps were around my cock, every time I fell back made me wince. I was so hard down there, and the more I worried about someone coming out of the woods, the harder I got, the more painful it became. Omairi knew, she knew everything that was going through my head, especially the fact that no matter how uncomfortable I was, I was enjoying myself more than I had in months. And it was just their first evening of a whole week!
I looked out the window, and very nearly regretted it. Omairi was out in the garden again, stretched out atop one of the benches. She was awake, I knew, even if she was making it look like she was dozing, sunning herself. Her raven hair was spilled out over the bench seat like a dark waterfall, swaying in the breeze. She was wearing a dark blue dress, just a simple, plain thing, which seemed so unbefitting of her beauty, and her collar, of course, a gold-inlaid mithril band that seemed delicate, yet was nigh unbreakable. It was her feet that attracted my attention the most, though…she was still wearing her black leather, knee-length heeled boots, moving her feet back and forth. She knew what she was doing; she was driving me crazy, daring me to come to her, to take her and release my frustrations with her. I bit my lip, turning away from the window and back to the rolls of parchments that still cluttered my desk. “In due time…just a while longer,” I told myself, picking up the dress store and trying to seriously consider whether it would be a worthy investment.
I must have considered it for another ten minutes, my mind frequently slipping back to Omairi, my eyes following. Each time I looked, she was still there, trying to seduce me into coming to her. Gods, she infuriated me sometimes! But…but I could certainly live with that; it would make our time together all the more exciting. I looked again, but she was gone now, no doubt taking a walk around the gardens only to return and entice me once again. It wouldn’t be the first time she had done something like this; she always did this when she was excited, anxious for my work to be done. The next few days would be most splendid! Were I able to have my way, Omairi and I would stay there forever…
The large clock across the room chimed, and I looked, after another half dozen proposals, and sighed with relief; it was the fifth chime of the afternoon, finally my day was over! No sooner had I put my pen down after placing my signature on the last document did the door open, and Omairi poke her head inside with an excited grin on her face, her long hair pulled back in a loose tail that draped over her shoulder now. “Master…is it time yet? Can we go now? I’m so excited I can’t stand it!”
“Yes, yes, of course we can,” I said, taking her in my arms and kissing her cheek. “Just the two of us now, for the entire week. I’ve already left word with everyone who needs to know, so once we get the bags, we can-”
Omairi smiled even wider. “I already put them in the travel chamber, along with dinner for tonight so we won’t have to cook.”
“You’re always so thoughtful,” I replied, kissing her cheek. “Well, without further ado, then!” I walked with her, quickly, holding my arm around her hips, down the stairs and to the travelling chamber on the first floor, a room set off to one side of the manor, built of spell-charged stones, the arcane rings pulsating slowly on the floor in with a magenta light. I grabbed up our two large bags while Omairi took up the basket, and together we stepped into the circle. Smiling to Omairi, I uttered the activation chant and sent a little power into the ring. The world shifted and swirled, and in the next moment we were standing on the receiving pad behind the vacation home. A light rain was falling here, the sun already close to the horizon, but a gazebo was built over the pad, and a covered walkway led to the house. We hurried inside, our pace a product of our shared desire to enjoy each other in ways that we hadn’t in such a long time. Duty was such a trying thing, sometimes.
Omairi opened the door with a touch of her hand, only one of a handful of people who could do that, and went in first. I sat our bags down by the door, closing it, before I turned to the wide, open main room and breathed deeply of the age of the vacation home, smiling at Omairi. “I’m feeling better already.”
Turning, Omairi’s cheerful smile faded quickly into a dissatisfied frown, and her hand flashed, just before it slapped my cheek, leaving it stinging. “Well, isn’t that good for you? How do you think I’m feeling? Making me wait all day, alone, not even coming to me once! If you want any bit of enjoyment out of me, you’ve got a lot of work to do, slave.” As she said it, she was already undoing the catch on her collar, hanging it on the coat rack nearby without a second thought to it.
I bowed my head, keeping my voice low, my hands clasped in front of me. “I’m sorry, Mistress...”
“Not even a little bit,” she snarled, roughly grabbing the collar of my shirt, slapping my other cheek before she bent me down to meet her angered glare. “Get out of those clothes this instant! My slave only wears what I want it to, and it hasn’t earned anything close to a noble’s outfit yet. When you’re properly attired, you’ll come to my chair.” She didn’t even wait for my reply before she turned, her ponytail flying off her shoulder, and stalked toward the cushioned, high-backed chair, what she called her ‘throne’, that stood in front of the fireplace.
Breath quickening, I quickly stripped my clothing away and laid it aside, folded neatly and hurried to Omairi, who was sitting in her chair, legs draped lazily over the armrest as she twirled a riding crop in her fingers. I went to my knees beside her, but before I could move to a proper pose, she moved the tip of the crop to my chin, lifting my face so that I could see her cool, almost bored stare. “Don’t get too comfortable, slave. You’ve got at least one thing to put on, and then you’ve got your first test. How long has it been since I’ve put you through the poses? Several months, I imagine. Go and retrieve your collar and bring it back to me.” She removed a single, silver key from her dress pocket, holding it out to me.
“As you wish, Mistress,” I replied, taking the key in my hands. My mind was already trying to remember all of the poses she was talking about; there had to be almost fifty positions she had insisted upon me learning, the same ones she had been practicing all of her life. I was, of course, only able to do them with a fraction of the grace she could, but she still seemed to find enjoyment when I did them. I quickly went into the bedroom down the hall, unlocking the wardrobe with the key she had given me. Inside were everything we could ever hope to need for our play, but the most important was on a small shelf in the middle, untouched since we were last here. It was my collar, one that had been made from Omairi’s specifications, supposedly for her, but no, this one was mine from the beginning. It was not as elegant and slim as the collar she wore daily, and was mostly leather instead of metal. It was a thick leather, black in color, at least four inches tall, with a heavy ring on the front and a buckle that gleamed in the light, and several spikes and studs placed around its diameter. Not wanting to make her wait too long, I snatched up the rather heavy collar and the open lock that was sitting with it; the key I left in the wardrobe.
Returning to the sitting room, I went to my knees in front of Omairi, who barely took notice of me, looking through a book that had been sitting on the end table, yawning as she flipped the pages. I held the collar out, head bowed, and waited.
After what seemed to be an eternity, my arms starting to shake from being held up so long, Omairi finally seemed to notice, closing the book, setting it aside, and crossing her legs. “That took you entirely too long…but I suppose I’ll let that slide…for now, anyway.” Omairi finally took the collar, and I quickly lifted my chin to allow her to place it about my neck. I felt the cool leather touch my skin, and heard the metal buckle as the strap was pulled through. She pulled it tight enough to hurt for just a moment, then eased it back to comfortably snug, finally putting the lock in place with a metallic click. A huge weight lifted off my shoulders as she eased back into the chair; it felt so good to be wearing it again.
“Okay, slave, let’s see what you’ve forgotten since we had time to play…I want you to pose for me, and I want to see every single one. Depending on how well you do I might give you a reward. You may begin,” she said, crossing her legs and laying the crop across her lap.
“As you wish, Mistress,” I replied, easing back to the rug a few feet back, taking the first position, the basic slave’s kneeling position. My arms were behind my back, crossed so that my hands were resting at my elbows, my legs spread so that Mistress could see my manhood, which had been hard from the moment I had stripped down, and my chest thrust forward somewhat.
I remained that way for several seconds, until Omairi spoke. “Very good. Next.”
And so the next hour passed, with me taking another pose until Omairi was pleased with it, then moving on to the next one. The first few were simple, just variations on the first one, but they quickly grew in their complexity. Some made me lean backward, others I had to lay on my chest and have my rear up in the air, with my legs wide; I knew that most of the poses had been designed for the Kerryn girls, but as long as Omairi found enjoyment out of it, then it was all worth it.
By the time I had finished the last pose and returned to the basic kneeling stance, I was covered in sweat and breathing hard, and I knew that my body would be aching in places I had forgotten I had by tomorrow morning. Omairi was purring happily, standing and coming to me, patting my cheek with her hand. “That’s a good boy. I’m very pleased you remembered all of them, though you did have some trouble with some; we’ll be working on those, though. I think you’ve earned a reward, and a chance to please me some more. Would you like that?”
“Very much, Mistress!” I replied quickly, kissing her hand when she moved it from my cheek.
She continued smiling, pointing down to her feet, still encased by her boots. “Show me how much you enjoy worshipping my feet, pet.”
I hurried downward, resting my weight on my hands and knees as my lips eagerly touched the tips of her boots, right where her toes were hiding. Hoping that I would be enjoying those toes later, I kissed along the outside of her right foot, then worked my way back and switched to the left. I could smell the leather keenly, and thought I could pick up just a hint of the aroma off of her feet.
“I think you should start using your tongue before I decide to put you out for the night and find some other way to enjoy myself,” Omairi said suddenly, not long after I had finished kissing the heels of her boots and moved back to the tops.
“Sorry, Mistress,” I said quickly, and kissed her boot again before my tongue found the leather and began lapping at it, making a slow progression along the tops, then down the edges. My mind was starting to drift as thoughts of Omairi’s feet in my mouth kept getting harder and harder to push away, and my cock throbbed anxiously for attention. No, I had to resist…Mistress wanted her boots licked…she hadn’t told me to stop yet…I was back to the heels, my tongue lapping at them, but my mind was already loosing focus as the brain between my legs asserted itself again.
“That’s enough,” she said after a few more licks. I quickly returned to my position on my knees with hands behind me; to say that when my manhood happened to rub against the floor was almost mind blowing would be an understatement. Omairi sat upon her throne again, giving me a cool look as she tapped the head of the crop lightly against her palm; her eyes went to my crotch, and I couldn’t help but to tense under her gaze. “That’s absolutely disgraceful, slave. You should have better control than that! A slave needs to be ready for his mistress’ needs, but you’re acting like an animal!”
“I’m sorry, Mistress, I just-”
“Silence! You need a little discipline is all…and I can certainly help you with that!” She stood again, reaching into the other pocket on her dress to remove a thin rope leash, which she attached to my collar. “Follow me, dog,” Omairi said, slapping the crop lightly against my thigh.
She turned toward our bedroom, tugging the leash, and I obediently followed on my hands and knees, every step making me crave release more and more as my manhood swung between my legs. I was weak-willed, I knew, and with Mistress’ tail inches from my nose, I momentarily thought of taking her…I was officially her owner, so it was within my right…but…Gods, I couldn’t go against her word! I had to obey her, had to make her happy! I was disgusted with myself that I could have even considered such an act. Should I tell her so that she could punish me? It would be the right thing to do.
Inside, Omairi immediately went to the large wardrobe and began looking through the drawers, while I waited on my knees, head lowered, my erect member somewhat less so as I mulled the thoughts over in my head. I really should beg her forgiveness…
“What’s on your mind?” she asked, a hint of concern in her voice, her head turned to look down to me. She could read me like just like the book she had been skimming in the sitting room.
I sighed heavily, taking a slow breath before I managed to look up to her. “I…need to apologize to you, Mistress…I…I had thoughts of taking you just now, to satisfy my desires above your own. It was only for a moment, but…I’m so sorry…please, punish me. I deserve it for what I fantasized about…please, punish me, and please, my Mistress, accept my apology.”
She was silent for a moment, her face blank. Fearful, I lowered my gaze. “Slave,” she said in an almost caring tone after an eternity, and I glanced up, seeing a pleased smile on her face. “I’m glad you’re being honest with me, and that you cared so much to tell me.” She crouched, kissing my forehead. “That’s what I love about you,” she said in a whisper, just before the smile faded and her eyes became angry, and she jerked the leash to bring my face even with her furious gaze. “But of course you’re going to be punished! How dare you think of taking me without my permission! Stand up this instant!”
I was on my feet in a moment, suddenly aroused again as Omairi took hold of my arm and shoved me forcefully to the bed, face first. Her heel found my back, and I grunted as she ground it against my spine, though I was thankful she wasn’t wearing her spiked heels at this point. She removed her heel after a few painful moments, returning to the wardrobe long enough to snatch something out. I heard rope unfurl and hit the floor behind me, and then Omairi pulled my arms behind my back and crossed my wrists, the coarse hemp rope biting into my skin as she wound it around them several times. With a sharp jerk, she pulled my wrists toward my upper back, and proceeded to wrap the rope around my upper arms and torso twice, before tying it off, well out of reach of my fingers.
She snatched something else from the wardrobe, planting her knee into my back as she latched onto my hair and jerked my head backwards. She held my mouth open with her fingers, not that I was really fighting back, of course, and wedged a leather-sheathed ring between my teeth, and then secured the strap behind my head, leaving my mouth open, hopefully for her enjoyment in the very near future. Still not speaking to me, Omairi hauled on the rope, pulling me off the bed, turning me to face her. I looked toward the floor, seeing my growing erection. She noticed it too, making a displeased grunt. “Well now, we can’t be having that, now can we? You’ve not earned it yet.”
Moaning softly, I shifted on my feet as she returned to the wardrobe, opening two drawers before she found what she was looking for. I heard leather and metal clinking, and felt sweat beading on my forehead as I began fearing what it might be. I worked my arms and hands, trying to find a way to loosen the ropes that were biting my skin, but the knots were indeed well out of my reach. Her boots appeared in my line of sight again, and I saw the mess of small black straps and silvery metal in her hands.
“Spread those legs, slave; I’ve got your new outfit for the evening.” I moaned around the gag, shaking my head, drool already slipping down my chin, but a growl from her and a sharp slap to my thigh had me spreading my legs as she wished. I hated this device, and she knew it; I guess that’s why she used it as a punishment so often. I had often wondered why I continued to misbehave so much, but it was never really something I could spend much time concentrating on.
Her fingers touched my manhood a moment later, and I jerked involuntarily, my erection growing larger. Omairi worked quickly, placing the straps over and around my cock. The first strap she tightened was around my balls, squeezing them uncomfortably tight in the sack, but between her touches and the breath on me, I just kept getting even more excited. A strap tightened at the base of my scrotum, then she started up the shaft, tightening another quartet of smaller straps, the last one just below the head of my penis. I groaned as each one was pulled tighter, the confines of the leather prison quickly becoming apparent.
She finally stood, tugging the metal ring set into the leather near the last ring, jerking the infernally tight device. Gods, the harder I got the more it hurt! But that just made me all the more excited. She was smirking at me, watching me squirm. “More self control would perhaps be a good thing to learn,” she said, licking her lips. “It’s a lesson you have so much trouble with, though.” Her fingers took up the leash on my collar as she started back toward the front sitting room. I followed after her, moaning after only a few steps as my entrapped manhood throbbed, each step causing it to sway back and forth. It was worse on my balls, which felt like they were getting larger by the second, getting crushed between my thighs and each other.
She started laughing as we reached the end of the hallway, stopping to touch the end of her crop to my cock, sliding it up and down along the leather-encased shaft. “You look so pathetic, walking like that!” she said through her laughter, making my face burn and my shoulders sag against the ropes. Drool spilled down my chin and onto my chest. “Come on, once around the house, just so I can watch that graceful walk you seem to have developed. Oh, wait, I know how to make it even better!” Shaking my head did little good; she shot me one of those sly grins that always meant I was going to suffer, and unhooked the leash from my collar, instead clipping it to the ring at the head of my penis. She gave it a couple of quick tugs for a test and seemed very satisfied with how I squirmed, even purring with delight for a moment before she gave another tug and started into the sitting room.
Omairi led me around the perimeter of the room, humming to herself, keeping tension on the leash no matter how quickly I managed to follow. “You know,” she said after we had taken a handful of steps, “it’s too nice an evening to spend inside; we should be out enjoying the fresh air out here! Don’t you think that’s a wonderful idea?” When she turned to look at me, sweat was already building on my brow, and I shook my head in a vigorous negative, but her smile only grew wider. “I knew you’d agree!”
A new spring in her step, Omairi hurried toward the door to the patio. Due to a combination of her quick steps and my hesitation, I got a good jerk on my manhood, yelping as I staggered on to keep up with her. Granted, we may have been several miles away from the nearest settlement, but anyone could be wandering through the woods out there. I couldn’t be caught like this! I mumbled my concern around the ring between my teeth, but Omairi was oblivious. The next thing I knew the door was open and my feet were resting on the smooth patio stones, and Omairi was closing the door behind us.
Her hand smacked my rump lightly, her grin filling me with both dread and anticipation. “A few times around the house, then?” Shaking my head quickly enough for drool to spatter onto my chest, Omairi hauled on the leash, giving me new reason to put a spring in my step. She walked at a quick pace off the side of the patio to the walkway that surrounded the home, whistling cheerfully as I struggled not to cause myself any further pain. As tight as the straps were around my cock, every time I fell back made me wince. I was so hard down there, and the more I worried about someone coming out of the woods, the harder I got, the more painful it became. Omairi knew, she knew everything that was going through my head, especially the fact that no matter how uncomfortable I was, I was enjoying myself more than I had in months. And it was just their first evening of a whole week!
Fitting Punishments, Part 4B
“You’ve got a much dirtier mind than I would’ve thought, my friend,” Tianzi answered, crawling atop Vanessa and running her lips across the tops of Vanessa’s breasts. “What do you want the guards to see us doing?”
Nipples hardening, Vanessa felt herself getting wet. “I want it hard and rough, Tianzi…I know you have something that you can fuck me with…something big…and I want it until I can’t stand it anymore!” Vanessa felt the haze seeping into her again, and she finally looked at Tianzi, hungrily devouring her curves with her eyes. She found herself giving Tianzi a deep kiss, their tongues wrestling about their mouths. Head fuzzy, Vanessa barely registered that Tianzi was helping her off the bed after they had finally finished the kiss, so anxious her body was for pleasure, but the manor went by in a blur, even the few minutes Tianzi had to spend in the ‘play room’ next door to Master’s bedroom. She came out carrying something wrapping up in a blanket, but didn’t give Vanessa a chance to inquire what it was before they were running outside. It had taken every bit of self control Vanessa possessed to keep from playing with herself while she had waited.
It was a warm morning, though the smell of rain was in the air, and the guards were certainly out and about, what with Raynard’s guests and all. Vanessa saw them look at the two of them, felt their eyes examining every inch of her body. She enjoyed every second of it, even shot them looks that Tianzi had showed her several times, the kind that told them she wanted them, the kind that would drive them wild. Tianzi jerked her along toward the gardens with a narrow-eyed glare, but was obviously trying to hold back a fit of giggles.
“Okay, lover, you wanted it hard and furious, right?” Tianzi asked, whipping the blanket out across the grass at the garden’s edge. Vanessa finally saw what had been wrapped up in the blanket, eyes widening. It was a phallus, a big one, mounted to a set of leather straps, which Tianzi was beginning to strap about her waist and between her legs, the other side of the phallus slipping between her low lips. She looked at Vanessa with a broad grin. “What?”
“It…uh…it’s big…”
Tianzi laughed, adjusting something between her legs before she pulled up the strap up firmly, then stood straight with her hands on her hips, looking extremely odd with a foot long phallus standing erectly between her legs. But she also looked extremely tantalizing. “It’s also waiting on you, hon. You want me to romance you a bit, or do you just want it hard and fast?”
Vanessa moved to Tianzi and put her hands on her shoulders, giving the woman a deep kiss as she straddled the phallus, letting its length slide between her lips, her moisture lubricating the full length of it as she worked her hips forward and back along the shaft. She pulled back with a lusty purr. “That does it for the romance, I think.”
Tianzi purred, taking Vanessa to the sheet across the ground, spreading her legs. She teased the tip of the phallus along Vanessa’s lips as her hands squeezed Vanessa’s breasts. With an excited growl, Tianzi thrust her hips, ramming the phallus into Vanessa.
Crying out with joy, Vanessa couldn’t believe the feeling of having something so large inside of her. Any thoughts of shame had long since left her, and she had only a flash of her former life through the pleasure haze, of her husband, when they had enjoyed each other in the bedroom. To go from such a private affair to being fucked by her friend with a giant phallus in the gardens, and enjoying it, was only momentarily startling to Vanessa. When Tianzi’s next thrust came, her thoughts scattered, and she moaned with desire for more.
“Bloody hell!” she heard one of the guardsmen shout, James, she realized, the one who had watched her so often during her training. Vanessa worked her hips as she rolled her head, looking toward him. He was standing at the edge of the walkway, leaning heavily on his spear, eyes glued to them.
Tianzi growled, lifting Vanessa’s legs over her shoulders with a hungry, wide smile. Vanessa cried out as Tianzi thrust harder and faster, digging into the blanket with her nails. Pleasure poured through every inch of her body, flooding her mind. She was powerless to move, powerless to tell Tianzi to stop. Her body knew what it wanted, and she was not to be denied now. She couldn’t stop, she had to have that release! She had to know what it felt like. And the fact that James was watching her, completely enthralled with their act of lust, made her hotter, made her moan even louder. More guards were coming, she heard them, smelled their arousal on the wind, felt their eyes on her body.
Vanessa panted for air as she approached the climax she had been denied for so long. Fear filled her, afraid that she would be denied again, that Raynard had lied to her and was continuing to hold back her release through the bond shared between a master and cat-slave. Her mind was lost in the haze, her body was screaming for release. Almost there…almost there…she worked herself harder and harder with Tianzi, crying out as it neared. She was there! At the edge, just a few more thrusts…just a little bit more…please, whatever powers may be listening…please…just a little more…
Then it happened. Vanessa felt it, everywhere. It was like a spark in a gas-filled mine. The haze didn’t have time to ignite and burn, it simply exploded. Vanessa knew she was screaming, and she knew that Tianzi was climaxing with her, but that was all she knew. The feeling was indescribable. Pure pleasure, joyful release…everything else in the world couldn’t have mattered less at that moment. Vanessa was beyond anything else; they could have strapped her to a cross and whipped her until she bled, and she wouldn’t have cared.
Blinking her eyes, Vanessa became aware that she was breathing hard, sweat coating her body. She was tingling all over, and when she finally managed to raise her hand to swipe her hair from her eyes, she saw that Tianzi was still above her, arms resting to either side of Vanessa, a sly grin on her face. Sweat dripped from Tianzi’s brow atop Vanessa’s chest, mingling with the overwhelming scent of their sex juices. Vanessa licked her lips, already feeling her body demanding more, the haze pouring back into her; she didn’t feel tired at all. “I hope that’s not all we’re doing…I’m still wanting more.” In fact, Vanessa was wiggling her hips, her pussy brushing the tip of the wet phallus.
“That’s how it is, love; it just keeps going and going, and so do we. I’m worked up now, too, so I’ll go as long as you want me to.” Tianzi grinned, slipping the phallus’ head just inside Vanessa.
Moaning at even just a little bit of the thing inside of her, Vanessa nodded eagerly, hornier than ever and craving another explosive climax. “Give me more, Tianzi…I want so much more, I can’t stand it! Please don’t make me wait!” Vanessa breathed, her voice heavy, filled with her lusty desire. The dozen eyes on them only made her hotter. She couldn’t stop her hands from going to her breasts, squeezing them, fingers twisting her own nipples.
Tianzi laughed, leaning in to plant another deep kiss upon Vanessa’s lips, whispering in her ear. “You won’t be disappointed, love.” Tianzi guided Vanessa onto her hands and knees, her hands then running over Vanessa’s thighs and lifting her ass higher. Vanessa felt the phallus sliding inside her pussy, slowly. She moaned for more than the tease as Tianzi’s hands went to her breasts, massaging them, adding more and more to the haze that was building inside. As Tianzi moved her fingers to her nipples, Vanessa started moving her hips forward and back, her body acting as though it had a mind of its own.
At her next desperate moan, Tianzi finally relented and started thrusting into her again while her hands continued working on Vanessa’s breasts. The extra attention her nipples were getting was more than welcome, each twist, each pinch, each graze of Tianzi’s fingers making her only want more. The haze was everything, the climax at the end of the ride was all that mattered.
Vanessa lost track of time; she knew the guardsmen kept changing, all but one, James, who, no matter how many times he was told differently, couldn’t move from the spot he had rooted himself to. Vanessa also knew that her body was controlling her, or, maybe it was Tianzi who was in control. Tianzi was playing her body like an instrument, and she knew everything about how to make it produce the most wonderful sounds. Every kiss, every touch, every time Vanessa felt Tianzi’s breath on her body, a tingle of pure joy went through her. It built up over and over again, exploding into something even more intense than the last. Vanessa couldn’t understand where her stamina came from; it was like she had no limit, no fatigue at all, and neither did Tianzi.
The next thing Vanessa registered as the haze faded was the setting sun, low over the hills, a colder breeze blowing in from the sea, sending a chill down her sticky-feeling skin. Tianzi was beside her, dozing and purring softly, curled up against her, warding off some of the chill. Vanessa felt her body’s fatigue then, as she tried to sit up, like a hundred pounds of weight had sudden appeared on her shoulders to push her back down.
“You’ll get used to it,” Tianzi said beside her, rolling over, back to Vanessa now, with a light yawn. “We’ll get something to eat from the kitchen and you’ll be feeling a hundred times better after a warm bath and a good night’s sleep.” Vanessa noticed that she still had the phallus strapped between her legs, though it had long since dried of their love juices. She saw no sign of James either now, though she did have a brief image of him being dragged away by another pair of guardsmen, but she couldn’t be sure it had really happened or not.
“You can get used to something like that?” Vanessa asked, sighing. “How could anyone ever get used to that? It was more incredible than…well…anything I can remember. And how long did we go at it? It must have been all afternoon!”
Tianzi chuckled as she brought herself up to sit next to Vanessa, draping her arm around her shoulders. “Oh, Vanessa, you still have so very much to learn about being a Kerryn. And believe me, now that Master is letting you enjoy yourself, training will be so much more fun for all of us. Just don’t go and start sneaking off and pleasuring yourself all the time; I’d hate to see you fitted for a chastity belt.”
“A…chastity belt? You can’t be serious…” Vanessa’s mind whirled at the thought of being forced into such a thing, having to struggle against it to try to get off…and she was getting excited ! She blushed, looking quickly at the blanket beneath her, forcing her hands to stay in her lap.
Laughter burst from Tianzi a moment later, her hand patting Vanessa’s shoulder as she stood. “Oh, Master would never do that to you. He’d juts deny your release again if you made him that angry. But I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that, hon. You’re more restrained than that, aren’t you?”
“I really hope so,” she said quickly, getting her mind off of the chastity belt. Taking Tianzi’s hand when it was offered, Vanessa pulled herself to her feet, and helped to fold the blanket. “Um…are you going to wear that inside?”
“What? Think it’ll make the guards jealous?” Tianzi laughed, swaying her hips back and forth, which made the phallus swing from side to side.
Giggling, Vanessa shook her head, trying to push down the desire to push Tianzi to the grass and hop on that phallus again. “Oh, who cares anyway? Food can wait a while longer, I want a bath! Race you there!” Vanessa took off at a jog, blanket in her arms, heading toward the back door of the manor.
Tianzi lagged behind, calling out to her. “Hey, wait up! You have any idea how hard it is to run with something like this between your legs?”
“Maybe I can find out next time!” Vanessa called back, not slowing herself a bit, and grinning as dirty thoughts went through her head again. Despite her fatigue, she was feeling great. She knew now that she had finally been accepted, she was finally one of the girls, even if she had almost no training compared to the others. But that didn’t matter; she would learn, and now she could enjoy it. Things were really starting to look up in her life; whatever had happened when she had tried to kill herself, those demons, or that horrible hallucination, none of it mattered now. She had a lot to look forward to.
Nipples hardening, Vanessa felt herself getting wet. “I want it hard and rough, Tianzi…I know you have something that you can fuck me with…something big…and I want it until I can’t stand it anymore!” Vanessa felt the haze seeping into her again, and she finally looked at Tianzi, hungrily devouring her curves with her eyes. She found herself giving Tianzi a deep kiss, their tongues wrestling about their mouths. Head fuzzy, Vanessa barely registered that Tianzi was helping her off the bed after they had finally finished the kiss, so anxious her body was for pleasure, but the manor went by in a blur, even the few minutes Tianzi had to spend in the ‘play room’ next door to Master’s bedroom. She came out carrying something wrapping up in a blanket, but didn’t give Vanessa a chance to inquire what it was before they were running outside. It had taken every bit of self control Vanessa possessed to keep from playing with herself while she had waited.
It was a warm morning, though the smell of rain was in the air, and the guards were certainly out and about, what with Raynard’s guests and all. Vanessa saw them look at the two of them, felt their eyes examining every inch of her body. She enjoyed every second of it, even shot them looks that Tianzi had showed her several times, the kind that told them she wanted them, the kind that would drive them wild. Tianzi jerked her along toward the gardens with a narrow-eyed glare, but was obviously trying to hold back a fit of giggles.
“Okay, lover, you wanted it hard and furious, right?” Tianzi asked, whipping the blanket out across the grass at the garden’s edge. Vanessa finally saw what had been wrapped up in the blanket, eyes widening. It was a phallus, a big one, mounted to a set of leather straps, which Tianzi was beginning to strap about her waist and between her legs, the other side of the phallus slipping between her low lips. She looked at Vanessa with a broad grin. “What?”
“It…uh…it’s big…”
Tianzi laughed, adjusting something between her legs before she pulled up the strap up firmly, then stood straight with her hands on her hips, looking extremely odd with a foot long phallus standing erectly between her legs. But she also looked extremely tantalizing. “It’s also waiting on you, hon. You want me to romance you a bit, or do you just want it hard and fast?”
Vanessa moved to Tianzi and put her hands on her shoulders, giving the woman a deep kiss as she straddled the phallus, letting its length slide between her lips, her moisture lubricating the full length of it as she worked her hips forward and back along the shaft. She pulled back with a lusty purr. “That does it for the romance, I think.”
Tianzi purred, taking Vanessa to the sheet across the ground, spreading her legs. She teased the tip of the phallus along Vanessa’s lips as her hands squeezed Vanessa’s breasts. With an excited growl, Tianzi thrust her hips, ramming the phallus into Vanessa.
Crying out with joy, Vanessa couldn’t believe the feeling of having something so large inside of her. Any thoughts of shame had long since left her, and she had only a flash of her former life through the pleasure haze, of her husband, when they had enjoyed each other in the bedroom. To go from such a private affair to being fucked by her friend with a giant phallus in the gardens, and enjoying it, was only momentarily startling to Vanessa. When Tianzi’s next thrust came, her thoughts scattered, and she moaned with desire for more.
“Bloody hell!” she heard one of the guardsmen shout, James, she realized, the one who had watched her so often during her training. Vanessa worked her hips as she rolled her head, looking toward him. He was standing at the edge of the walkway, leaning heavily on his spear, eyes glued to them.
Tianzi growled, lifting Vanessa’s legs over her shoulders with a hungry, wide smile. Vanessa cried out as Tianzi thrust harder and faster, digging into the blanket with her nails. Pleasure poured through every inch of her body, flooding her mind. She was powerless to move, powerless to tell Tianzi to stop. Her body knew what it wanted, and she was not to be denied now. She couldn’t stop, she had to have that release! She had to know what it felt like. And the fact that James was watching her, completely enthralled with their act of lust, made her hotter, made her moan even louder. More guards were coming, she heard them, smelled their arousal on the wind, felt their eyes on her body.
Vanessa panted for air as she approached the climax she had been denied for so long. Fear filled her, afraid that she would be denied again, that Raynard had lied to her and was continuing to hold back her release through the bond shared between a master and cat-slave. Her mind was lost in the haze, her body was screaming for release. Almost there…almost there…she worked herself harder and harder with Tianzi, crying out as it neared. She was there! At the edge, just a few more thrusts…just a little bit more…please, whatever powers may be listening…please…just a little more…
Then it happened. Vanessa felt it, everywhere. It was like a spark in a gas-filled mine. The haze didn’t have time to ignite and burn, it simply exploded. Vanessa knew she was screaming, and she knew that Tianzi was climaxing with her, but that was all she knew. The feeling was indescribable. Pure pleasure, joyful release…everything else in the world couldn’t have mattered less at that moment. Vanessa was beyond anything else; they could have strapped her to a cross and whipped her until she bled, and she wouldn’t have cared.
Blinking her eyes, Vanessa became aware that she was breathing hard, sweat coating her body. She was tingling all over, and when she finally managed to raise her hand to swipe her hair from her eyes, she saw that Tianzi was still above her, arms resting to either side of Vanessa, a sly grin on her face. Sweat dripped from Tianzi’s brow atop Vanessa’s chest, mingling with the overwhelming scent of their sex juices. Vanessa licked her lips, already feeling her body demanding more, the haze pouring back into her; she didn’t feel tired at all. “I hope that’s not all we’re doing…I’m still wanting more.” In fact, Vanessa was wiggling her hips, her pussy brushing the tip of the wet phallus.
“That’s how it is, love; it just keeps going and going, and so do we. I’m worked up now, too, so I’ll go as long as you want me to.” Tianzi grinned, slipping the phallus’ head just inside Vanessa.
Moaning at even just a little bit of the thing inside of her, Vanessa nodded eagerly, hornier than ever and craving another explosive climax. “Give me more, Tianzi…I want so much more, I can’t stand it! Please don’t make me wait!” Vanessa breathed, her voice heavy, filled with her lusty desire. The dozen eyes on them only made her hotter. She couldn’t stop her hands from going to her breasts, squeezing them, fingers twisting her own nipples.
Tianzi laughed, leaning in to plant another deep kiss upon Vanessa’s lips, whispering in her ear. “You won’t be disappointed, love.” Tianzi guided Vanessa onto her hands and knees, her hands then running over Vanessa’s thighs and lifting her ass higher. Vanessa felt the phallus sliding inside her pussy, slowly. She moaned for more than the tease as Tianzi’s hands went to her breasts, massaging them, adding more and more to the haze that was building inside. As Tianzi moved her fingers to her nipples, Vanessa started moving her hips forward and back, her body acting as though it had a mind of its own.
At her next desperate moan, Tianzi finally relented and started thrusting into her again while her hands continued working on Vanessa’s breasts. The extra attention her nipples were getting was more than welcome, each twist, each pinch, each graze of Tianzi’s fingers making her only want more. The haze was everything, the climax at the end of the ride was all that mattered.
Vanessa lost track of time; she knew the guardsmen kept changing, all but one, James, who, no matter how many times he was told differently, couldn’t move from the spot he had rooted himself to. Vanessa also knew that her body was controlling her, or, maybe it was Tianzi who was in control. Tianzi was playing her body like an instrument, and she knew everything about how to make it produce the most wonderful sounds. Every kiss, every touch, every time Vanessa felt Tianzi’s breath on her body, a tingle of pure joy went through her. It built up over and over again, exploding into something even more intense than the last. Vanessa couldn’t understand where her stamina came from; it was like she had no limit, no fatigue at all, and neither did Tianzi.
The next thing Vanessa registered as the haze faded was the setting sun, low over the hills, a colder breeze blowing in from the sea, sending a chill down her sticky-feeling skin. Tianzi was beside her, dozing and purring softly, curled up against her, warding off some of the chill. Vanessa felt her body’s fatigue then, as she tried to sit up, like a hundred pounds of weight had sudden appeared on her shoulders to push her back down.
“You’ll get used to it,” Tianzi said beside her, rolling over, back to Vanessa now, with a light yawn. “We’ll get something to eat from the kitchen and you’ll be feeling a hundred times better after a warm bath and a good night’s sleep.” Vanessa noticed that she still had the phallus strapped between her legs, though it had long since dried of their love juices. She saw no sign of James either now, though she did have a brief image of him being dragged away by another pair of guardsmen, but she couldn’t be sure it had really happened or not.
“You can get used to something like that?” Vanessa asked, sighing. “How could anyone ever get used to that? It was more incredible than…well…anything I can remember. And how long did we go at it? It must have been all afternoon!”
Tianzi chuckled as she brought herself up to sit next to Vanessa, draping her arm around her shoulders. “Oh, Vanessa, you still have so very much to learn about being a Kerryn. And believe me, now that Master is letting you enjoy yourself, training will be so much more fun for all of us. Just don’t go and start sneaking off and pleasuring yourself all the time; I’d hate to see you fitted for a chastity belt.”
“A…chastity belt? You can’t be serious…” Vanessa’s mind whirled at the thought of being forced into such a thing, having to struggle against it to try to get off…and she was getting excited ! She blushed, looking quickly at the blanket beneath her, forcing her hands to stay in her lap.
Laughter burst from Tianzi a moment later, her hand patting Vanessa’s shoulder as she stood. “Oh, Master would never do that to you. He’d juts deny your release again if you made him that angry. But I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that, hon. You’re more restrained than that, aren’t you?”
“I really hope so,” she said quickly, getting her mind off of the chastity belt. Taking Tianzi’s hand when it was offered, Vanessa pulled herself to her feet, and helped to fold the blanket. “Um…are you going to wear that inside?”
“What? Think it’ll make the guards jealous?” Tianzi laughed, swaying her hips back and forth, which made the phallus swing from side to side.
Giggling, Vanessa shook her head, trying to push down the desire to push Tianzi to the grass and hop on that phallus again. “Oh, who cares anyway? Food can wait a while longer, I want a bath! Race you there!” Vanessa took off at a jog, blanket in her arms, heading toward the back door of the manor.
Tianzi lagged behind, calling out to her. “Hey, wait up! You have any idea how hard it is to run with something like this between your legs?”
“Maybe I can find out next time!” Vanessa called back, not slowing herself a bit, and grinning as dirty thoughts went through her head again. Despite her fatigue, she was feeling great. She knew now that she had finally been accepted, she was finally one of the girls, even if she had almost no training compared to the others. But that didn’t matter; she would learn, and now she could enjoy it. Things were really starting to look up in her life; whatever had happened when she had tried to kill herself, those demons, or that horrible hallucination, none of it mattered now. She had a lot to look forward to.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Karui's Punishment, Part 1
“You see, slaves,” Karui said, tapping her palm with the riding crop, “nothing you want matters. Nothing you could ever want ever really matters. Everything you shall ever do, everything you shall ever strive to accomplish, will always be for your master’s enjoyment, to fulfill your master’s wishes. You will always obey your master, no matter what. Any disobedience will not be tolerated; you will punished. We have nothing but what our masters give us, and even if it is a punishment, we must cherish whatever those gifts may be.”
As she walked back and forth between the new girls, a dozen new slaves to be sold in a few months time, Karui couldn’t help but feel the heat between her legs; it had only been an hour since the lessons had started, and she was already getting horny. She had even jumped one of the guardsmen before class and rode him till she had been satisfied. An hour was pretty good for her; usually it took less time than that for her to get horny. The night before she had made rounds with the human servants in the home at odd hours, making some of the maids scream and cry, and some of the butlers and stable hands beg for more. It was a good night, but not enough. Oh, how she longed for her master to be back from his hunting trip to the West Forest…
Karui spun around suddenly, her long, dark braid flying over her shoulder. She smirked, sending her deep, green eyes over each of her girls, giving them that look that made everyone feel like a piece of meat. The way the girls cringed, she knew it had the proper effect. “Now, since Master Brandt is out, I’ll be administering your punishments today for your offenses this morning.”
“But, we haven’t done anything, Mistress!” one of the girls blurted.
Stopping in front of the young, green-haired cat-slave, who immediately started trembling before she dropped her gaze to the floor, Karui barred her teeth. “You just spoke out of turn, little slave girl, and, you questioned both my decision and my authority. Worse, by doing that, you’ve just questioned our Master’s wishes. That is a very serious infraction. The proper response should have been ‘Yes, Mistress Karui, please punish me however it may please you.’ Understood?”
The girl whimpered, nodding. “Yes, Mistress, I understand.”
“Good. Now then, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, I will be handling the punishments today. And you can believe me when I say that they will be severe, especially with this one questioning our Master. Every one of you will receive the same treatment for her mistake, and you will thank me properly once we are finished. First of all, everyone will-”
The doors to the chamber suddenly burst open, slamming into the walls with a loud crack. Karui turned, very nearly snapping at whoever had interrupted, until she saw that it was Master Brandt, still dressed in his dark green and brown hunting clothes. She could smell trees and mud on him still, and animal musk. She smiled broadly, hurrying to him; his smell, the rugged stubble from days in the woods, just the sight of his broad, muscular form, towering above her, turned her on even more. “Master! I’m so happy you’re back! I was just about to punish these girls for-”
“Karui!” he snapped, backhanding her with a loud smack, causing all the girls to gasp, and leaving her stunned, the riding crop flying from her hand.
She staggered back, dropping to her knees, planting her face on the floor, hands out in front of her. “Master? I’m sorry, Master…”
“Not half as sorry as you’re going to be. The first thing I hear upon my return is that you’ve been molesting the staff again. Two of the maids quit this morning because of you, and some of the guards were only sated by a slight raise in their pay. Believe it or not, some men are faithful to their wives in this country. Do you have any idea how hard it’s going to be to find and train two new maids before the ball next week? Over two hundred people are coming! You can’t cook for shit, and these girls are restricted to the training area until the high warlord approves them; they’ve not even been in training a month! What do you have to say for yourself? How do you propose we fix this fiasco?” Brandt was furious.
“I-I-I d-don’t know, Master…” Karui stammered, still feeling a little dazed from his angry strike, her cheek burning furiously. She hadn’t meant anything, just a little fun…
“You don’t know…” he said, somewhat less heatedly, but just as menacingly. Karui could hear some of the new girls whimpering behind her. His hand grabbed her long, dark braid, and he hauled her easily to her feet, forcing her to her tip toes while she clutched at his rock-hard forearm. Pain filled her scalp, but she only whimpered, tail thrashing behind her as her eyes met his, making her shiver anew.
“I’m going to teach you a lesson even if I have to break you again, Karui,” Brandt growled, his eyes filling her with a mixture of excitement and dread; she could feel her juices already between her legs. Brandt’s furious gaze went to the girls behind her. “All of you will report to the dungeon at once to witness Karui’s punishment for being an over-sexed and stupid little whore.”
A chorus of ‘Yes, Master’ came from the girls, fear coloring their voices, but Brandt was already leaving the room, dragging Karui by her hair behind him. He paused only long enough to pick up the riding crop from beside the door, where it had landed after his harsh slap. Brandt jerked her forward, nearly toppling her to the floor, and swatted her ass with the crop. The slap made her cry out, and she heard the new girls gasping as her ass lit up with a searing pain across both cheeks. Every few steps another blow came, sometimes with the leather tip of the crop to one of her cheeks, or with the shaft, across them both. Each time Karui cried out as hot agony radiated from her backside. “Master, please forgive me…” she breathed after every couple of swats, doing nothing to ease her master’s anger.
They continued from the hall outside the instruction room to the stairs leading down to the dungeon, the place where all cat-slaves that trained here were punished at one time or another. The pain in Karui’s scalp and ass were terrible, but Brandt did nothing to ease it; he kept swatting her with the crop all the way down the spiraling steps until the moment he shoved her to the stone floor in the center of the hot room. Karui moaned, rubbing her raw bottom, crisscrossed in welts, with her hands as she got to her knees, careful to keep her eyes downcast. The new girls gasped, a couple even whimpered as they crossed the threshold; the dungeon was always a terrifying sight to behold the first time. One corner of the room held a massive furnace that fed heat throughout the keep, and made the room stifling hot. The rest of the chamber was filled with various pieces of bondage and torture equipment, most of which Karui was intimately familiar with.
Brandt planted his boot against Karui’s back, pushing her face to the floor, twisting it between her shoulder blades. “One of you, shut the doors, then all of you form a line there, between the columns. I expect your full attention, and so does the little whore here. Speaking of which…don’t you have something you need to say to me, Karui?”
He lifted his foot, allowing Karui to turn to him, her face brushing the floor. She leaned out and kissed the tips of his boots, the leather still moist from his return this morning, filled with a grassy smell. “Please, master, Karui is sorry for what she did…please punish her…punish her until she can’t stand it anymore. She only wants her master to be happy…please, punish her!” It wasn’t the first time Karui had recited those lines in that submissive tone, and she knew it wouldn’t be the last; the moisture building between her legs was a testament to that.
“You’re not sorry! You’re not even a little bit remorseful for what you did! Now I have to punish you for lying to me!” Brandt snapped. Karui whimpered, but he was her master, and he knew her well enough to know when she meant something and when she didn’t. “I’ve got a really good idea how this is going to end, Karui, but first, you’ve got a lot of pain to look forward to.”
“Yes, master,” Karui replied meekly, biting her lip. The punishment she could handle; it was the not knowing what he meant when he said that he knew how it was going to end that was going to nag at her. She caught a whiff of the fear coming from the new girls, but before she could even try to reassure them, Brandt hauled on her braid again, lifting her all the way to her feet in a single, powerful pull. Wincing, but not crying out this time, Karui was spun around to face the far wall, where a wooden cross stood against the stone, and a rack of whips and paddles hung ominously beside it.
Brandt roughly jerked her arms behind her, crossing her wrists toward the middle of her back, palms out. Coarse hemp was pulled taught around both wrists, looped around several times, leaving her hardly any wiggle room at all. Karui actually purred as the rope bit into her flesh, but let out a little surprised yelp when she was suddenly bent forward. She felt the rope on her back, then felt Brandt doing something with her collar. Her hands moved up her back to a more severe angle, tightening the rope, her collar going more snuggly against her throat as her master secured the loose ends back at her wrists, the knots well out of reach for her fingers, of course. He stood her straight again, her wrists just below her shoulder blades, secured to her collar. She struggled, testing her range of movement, and found it very small; in fact, she had to keep her wrists at just a certain place, otherwise her collar became rather painful at her neck, pressing against her throat, but as wide as it was, it would take a lot more before she was in any big risk of choking.
Taking her braid roughly again, Brandt began winding another strand of rope through it, knotting it and her hair together. Karui heard chains rattle above her, before her braid lifted, and she turned to face him, blurting out before she could think. “Master, that’s so mean!”
He smirked at her, reaching up to pinch her left nipple. She grimaced, clenching her teeth. As he slowly applied more pressure, he tugged the rope though the pulley, stopping just as her braid stood straight up from her scalp. He suddenly pinched harder, making Karui yelp. He barked a laugh, and pulled the rope again as he let her nipple go. Karui didn’t have time to think about the throbbing at her breast, because her scalp was immediately flaring with pain. She raised up to stand on her toes, but he kept going, making her stand on just the tips. Whimpering a little, Karui knew this was only the beginning, but thankfully Brandt stopped there, leaving her unsteady, and struggling to keep herself straight enough not to pull her hair, while trying to keep her arms from pulling against her collar.
“You new girls better hope you never anger me as much as Karui has,” Brandt said in a conversational tone, as if he wasn’t furious at all; that meant he really was ready to blow his top. His massive hand reached around from behind, then clamped under Karui’s jaw, forcing it open. A thick wooden bit was pushed between her teeth, which she tried to push out with her tongue, but her master’s hand didn’t even budge; the straps were pulled tight behind her head a moment later, making sure it didn’t go anywhere.
Karui got to test the strength of the bit almost immediately. She heard something whooshing through the air a heartbeat before something hard and wide landed against her ass. Karui bit into the wood, screaming as her butt was burning anew. She pranced about on her toes, jerking her braid; she instinctively tried to balance herself with her arms, meaning she only succeeded in pulling her collar tightly against her throat, momentarily choking her. Almost immediately Brandt swatted her again, this one landing across the backs of her thighs, making her scream and sway dangerously once again.
His arm encircled her, his hand clamping down on the nipple he hadn’t pinched earlier, and Karui squealed. He flashed the paddle in front of her eyes, the wood worn and discolored from countless uses. “What do you think? Not fearsome enough? Yes, I think you’re right.” He haphazardly tossed it aside as he disappeared from her vision, his footsteps moving toward one of the racks of implements behind her. Karui moaned, wiggling back and forth, trying desperately to stoke the fire burning in her loins. Nothing could have made her happier than having her master slam his massive cock deep inside her and-
Karui screamed, biting hard at the bit as a line of fire lit up her spine, the sharp crack of a whip piercing her ears. She heard the whip slice the air behind her, another fiery line tracing across her already throbbing bottom. Her scream drowned out the next crack, but did nothing to lessen the pain against her thighs. Brandt appeared suddenly in front of her, arm already raised for another strike. Eyes wide, Karui yelped as she saw him move, just before the tops of her breasts erupted in agony. He had a wild grin on his face, already enjoying himself immensely.
“Now, that was barely enough for a warm up, but we’ve got so many things to play with down here and such little time to make good use of them all. You, pink hair, whatever your name is, hand me that whip…” Brandt said, pointing past Karui. The girl whimpered, but Karui could hear her footsteps, and the sound of leather rusting. She couldn’t turn to see what she was bringing over, but Brandt snatched it out of her hand and tossed her the other whip. “Just lay that on the table; we might have to use it again later.”
“Y-yes, M-master,” the girl stammered, whimpering again as she moved away.
Karui caught a glimpse of the whip Brandt had now, the one with twelve leather thongs, braided with small beads on the end. Karui whimpered, knowing that each and every hit from the whip felt like a dozen bee stings. Mercilessly, Brandt swung the whip, making Karui yelp as all those little dots of pain erupted on her thigh, then her stomach, and then her breasts. Each hit sent a surge of pain that mixed with the pleasure haze, driving Karui wild. She very nearly climaxed when Brandt slammed the whip against her pussy, but like she expected, he was using his master’s bond to keep her from reaching what she wanted so desperately. The nasty whip sliced into her ass next, sending her reeling, her braid pulling taunt, threatening to rip her scalp away. She screamed, grateful for the bit between her teeth as she clamped down upon it.
She lost count of how many times the whip bit into her, but she was caught right on the edge of a climax, and she could do nothing to sate her addiction. So she screamed, cried, begged, but still, her master whipped her, covering every inch of her body with burning, stinging pain. Even when he had finished, tossing the bloody whip to the floor, leaving her gasping, choking for air, hanging from her braid, she was still right there, begging for what could have been one of the best orgasms she’d ever experience. But through her haze, she only saw her master, talking harshly to the new girls, pointing at her; she couldn’t really make out what he was saying, but she knew he was probably right. She was such a bad girl sometimes…but she couldn’t stop herself; she enjoyed whatever he did to her far too much.
Karui opened her eyes, wincing. As expected, she was a mass of pain, but not so much now. She must have blacked out earlier, but she was still in the dungeon, though, and she was still bound, a very sharp pain between her legs. Opening her eyes further, she saw her training class huddled in the same place, looking deathly afraid, some of them even crying. She couldn’t smell her master in the room, so he had probably stepped out for a time. She tried to give them a reassuring smile around the oversized leather ball stuffed into her mouth and held in place with several leather straps about her head.
The pain between her legs was from the big, wooden horse she was straddling. It was one of her favorite tortures, and although she could never admit it to her master, he knew all too well regardless. She whimpered, taking in her bindings, her skin tingling. Coarse, hemp ropes kept her arms tied behind her back, crossed so that her hands were touching her elbows, and likewise were looped around her arms and breasts; Master had even wound the rope tightly around each of her breasts, making it rather difficult to breath without pinching them, not to mention leaving them swelling and sticking outward. She could feel a rope at her back, and with a little maneuvering, found out that it was keeping her upright on the horse. Her legs were not quite so strictly bound, however; she felt ropes around her ankles, and she could swing her legs back and forth, but not very far due to the heavy weights that were tied there.
Those same weights were responsible for the splitting pain Karui felt between her legs, inside of her as well. She writhed against the ropes, moaning, trying to rub herself against the rough wood. There was a phallus at the top of the horse, and it was deep inside Karui’s pussy. She could feel her juices already, and again she sought orgasm almost immediately. Karui bucked, crying out as the pain inside her flared, but the pleasure haze was already back, and she was dying for its explosion. She looked to the new girls, pleading to them with her eyes for some help; just a nipple pinch or a lick or something to aid her.
“M…master said we should just watch…” one of them finally stammered.
“He…he also said that if we did anything, it was to whip you…with…with that…” another said, tearfully, pointing to a coiled, brown leather whip on a nearby display pedestal; it was a special one, with small glass shards for tearing flesh. Karui always cried when that one got used on her, and sometimes she couldn’t move for days until she had healed up properly. But, it wasn’t really different from any other sort of pain she had felt before; it got her off just the same.
Karui struggled, making sure to get the ropes to squeeze her breasts, and to rub herself up and down what little she could on the phallus. She looked to the girls, and to the whip, nodding enthusiastically at them to use it on her, her tail swaying excitedly behind her. It was her punishment, damn it, so she had every right to enjoy herself! She mumbled a request to them, unintelligible due to the gag, but they all looked mortified at the idea. Well, they were still new to the whole slave training thing; maybe she could cut them a little slack for now.
Karui desperately writhed against the intruder between her legs, fought wildly against the ropes that bound her. She could feel blood mixing with her juices, and was fairly sure some of her whip marks from her previous beating were bleeding too, but she didn’t care. Every tear on her skin, every drop of sweat that slid into her wounds and stung, it drove her wild for more. She could have came a dozen times in as many minutes, but her master was still holding her, still refusing to allow her a most wonderful release. She cried into her gag, frustrated, angry, but knowing that she was doing exactly what her master wanted; she was pleasing him, and that mattered…just slightly more than her own pleasure...
She couldn’t tell how much time had passed, all she knew was that her body was raw, especially between her legs, she was frustrated, and she was hoping that Master would allow her release when he finally returned. By the time the doors to the torture chamber finally opened, Karui was sagging against the rope that held her up, sweat covering every inch of her body. She panted for air behind the gag, and couldn’t really feel her lower half. But her body was still twitching, still hoping against hope that she could finally come and find what made her so happy.
“You dirty, fucking whore,” Brandt said, still furious, though not quite so much. “Just look at you…rubbed yourself bloody trying to get off when you know you can’t. I’m surprised you didn’t manage to convince one of these girls to use the whip on you, though; feeling a little compassion for them, perhaps?”
Karui moaned, head sagging. She couldn’t deny that she had felt a little sorry for them; perhaps she would have to remedy that when she finally got back to training them. As he walked around the horse, she perked up, moaning sweetly, trying to entice him…the harsh slap to her ass told her that he wasn’t going to be taken in so easily.
“Karui, my little nympho, you won’t believe what punishment I have in store for you this time. Trust me, it’s been a long time in coming, and nobody deserves it more than you, my lovely,” Brandt mused from behind. “But it’s not quite ready, so we have a few more days down here. You don’t mind, do you?” he asked, just as a whip sliced right across the bottom of her foot, making her scream as though her foot had been touched to a hot coal. “I didn’t think so.”
The next hours were spent in agony as Brandt whipped every little sensitive part of Karui’s body, those areas that only a master of the lash could manage to strike, bound as she was. The entire time she pleaded and begged, for a chance to release, for just one amazing orgasm, and never once for him to stop. When he finally tired for the evening, he pulled her from the horse with the rope that had kept her upright, and left her hanging for the night, not even removing the weights on her ankles or the leather gag. He took the new girls out and left Karui alone, hanging by herself, her thighs soaking from her juices; she hardly felt the pain on her body from all of the lashes or the damage she had caused herself atop the horse; her mind only knew the agonizing loss of Brandt holding her pleasure from her, and now that she was calming down, she was only finding herself more frustrated, her body writhing against the ropes desperately to stoke the fires just a little more, just enough to make it ignite like she wanted, long into the night until she finally passed out from exhaustion, and nigh overwhelming frustration.
As she walked back and forth between the new girls, a dozen new slaves to be sold in a few months time, Karui couldn’t help but feel the heat between her legs; it had only been an hour since the lessons had started, and she was already getting horny. She had even jumped one of the guardsmen before class and rode him till she had been satisfied. An hour was pretty good for her; usually it took less time than that for her to get horny. The night before she had made rounds with the human servants in the home at odd hours, making some of the maids scream and cry, and some of the butlers and stable hands beg for more. It was a good night, but not enough. Oh, how she longed for her master to be back from his hunting trip to the West Forest…
Karui spun around suddenly, her long, dark braid flying over her shoulder. She smirked, sending her deep, green eyes over each of her girls, giving them that look that made everyone feel like a piece of meat. The way the girls cringed, she knew it had the proper effect. “Now, since Master Brandt is out, I’ll be administering your punishments today for your offenses this morning.”
“But, we haven’t done anything, Mistress!” one of the girls blurted.
Stopping in front of the young, green-haired cat-slave, who immediately started trembling before she dropped her gaze to the floor, Karui barred her teeth. “You just spoke out of turn, little slave girl, and, you questioned both my decision and my authority. Worse, by doing that, you’ve just questioned our Master’s wishes. That is a very serious infraction. The proper response should have been ‘Yes, Mistress Karui, please punish me however it may please you.’ Understood?”
The girl whimpered, nodding. “Yes, Mistress, I understand.”
“Good. Now then, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, I will be handling the punishments today. And you can believe me when I say that they will be severe, especially with this one questioning our Master. Every one of you will receive the same treatment for her mistake, and you will thank me properly once we are finished. First of all, everyone will-”
The doors to the chamber suddenly burst open, slamming into the walls with a loud crack. Karui turned, very nearly snapping at whoever had interrupted, until she saw that it was Master Brandt, still dressed in his dark green and brown hunting clothes. She could smell trees and mud on him still, and animal musk. She smiled broadly, hurrying to him; his smell, the rugged stubble from days in the woods, just the sight of his broad, muscular form, towering above her, turned her on even more. “Master! I’m so happy you’re back! I was just about to punish these girls for-”
“Karui!” he snapped, backhanding her with a loud smack, causing all the girls to gasp, and leaving her stunned, the riding crop flying from her hand.
She staggered back, dropping to her knees, planting her face on the floor, hands out in front of her. “Master? I’m sorry, Master…”
“Not half as sorry as you’re going to be. The first thing I hear upon my return is that you’ve been molesting the staff again. Two of the maids quit this morning because of you, and some of the guards were only sated by a slight raise in their pay. Believe it or not, some men are faithful to their wives in this country. Do you have any idea how hard it’s going to be to find and train two new maids before the ball next week? Over two hundred people are coming! You can’t cook for shit, and these girls are restricted to the training area until the high warlord approves them; they’ve not even been in training a month! What do you have to say for yourself? How do you propose we fix this fiasco?” Brandt was furious.
“I-I-I d-don’t know, Master…” Karui stammered, still feeling a little dazed from his angry strike, her cheek burning furiously. She hadn’t meant anything, just a little fun…
“You don’t know…” he said, somewhat less heatedly, but just as menacingly. Karui could hear some of the new girls whimpering behind her. His hand grabbed her long, dark braid, and he hauled her easily to her feet, forcing her to her tip toes while she clutched at his rock-hard forearm. Pain filled her scalp, but she only whimpered, tail thrashing behind her as her eyes met his, making her shiver anew.
“I’m going to teach you a lesson even if I have to break you again, Karui,” Brandt growled, his eyes filling her with a mixture of excitement and dread; she could feel her juices already between her legs. Brandt’s furious gaze went to the girls behind her. “All of you will report to the dungeon at once to witness Karui’s punishment for being an over-sexed and stupid little whore.”
A chorus of ‘Yes, Master’ came from the girls, fear coloring their voices, but Brandt was already leaving the room, dragging Karui by her hair behind him. He paused only long enough to pick up the riding crop from beside the door, where it had landed after his harsh slap. Brandt jerked her forward, nearly toppling her to the floor, and swatted her ass with the crop. The slap made her cry out, and she heard the new girls gasping as her ass lit up with a searing pain across both cheeks. Every few steps another blow came, sometimes with the leather tip of the crop to one of her cheeks, or with the shaft, across them both. Each time Karui cried out as hot agony radiated from her backside. “Master, please forgive me…” she breathed after every couple of swats, doing nothing to ease her master’s anger.
They continued from the hall outside the instruction room to the stairs leading down to the dungeon, the place where all cat-slaves that trained here were punished at one time or another. The pain in Karui’s scalp and ass were terrible, but Brandt did nothing to ease it; he kept swatting her with the crop all the way down the spiraling steps until the moment he shoved her to the stone floor in the center of the hot room. Karui moaned, rubbing her raw bottom, crisscrossed in welts, with her hands as she got to her knees, careful to keep her eyes downcast. The new girls gasped, a couple even whimpered as they crossed the threshold; the dungeon was always a terrifying sight to behold the first time. One corner of the room held a massive furnace that fed heat throughout the keep, and made the room stifling hot. The rest of the chamber was filled with various pieces of bondage and torture equipment, most of which Karui was intimately familiar with.
Brandt planted his boot against Karui’s back, pushing her face to the floor, twisting it between her shoulder blades. “One of you, shut the doors, then all of you form a line there, between the columns. I expect your full attention, and so does the little whore here. Speaking of which…don’t you have something you need to say to me, Karui?”
He lifted his foot, allowing Karui to turn to him, her face brushing the floor. She leaned out and kissed the tips of his boots, the leather still moist from his return this morning, filled with a grassy smell. “Please, master, Karui is sorry for what she did…please punish her…punish her until she can’t stand it anymore. She only wants her master to be happy…please, punish her!” It wasn’t the first time Karui had recited those lines in that submissive tone, and she knew it wouldn’t be the last; the moisture building between her legs was a testament to that.
“You’re not sorry! You’re not even a little bit remorseful for what you did! Now I have to punish you for lying to me!” Brandt snapped. Karui whimpered, but he was her master, and he knew her well enough to know when she meant something and when she didn’t. “I’ve got a really good idea how this is going to end, Karui, but first, you’ve got a lot of pain to look forward to.”
“Yes, master,” Karui replied meekly, biting her lip. The punishment she could handle; it was the not knowing what he meant when he said that he knew how it was going to end that was going to nag at her. She caught a whiff of the fear coming from the new girls, but before she could even try to reassure them, Brandt hauled on her braid again, lifting her all the way to her feet in a single, powerful pull. Wincing, but not crying out this time, Karui was spun around to face the far wall, where a wooden cross stood against the stone, and a rack of whips and paddles hung ominously beside it.
Brandt roughly jerked her arms behind her, crossing her wrists toward the middle of her back, palms out. Coarse hemp was pulled taught around both wrists, looped around several times, leaving her hardly any wiggle room at all. Karui actually purred as the rope bit into her flesh, but let out a little surprised yelp when she was suddenly bent forward. She felt the rope on her back, then felt Brandt doing something with her collar. Her hands moved up her back to a more severe angle, tightening the rope, her collar going more snuggly against her throat as her master secured the loose ends back at her wrists, the knots well out of reach for her fingers, of course. He stood her straight again, her wrists just below her shoulder blades, secured to her collar. She struggled, testing her range of movement, and found it very small; in fact, she had to keep her wrists at just a certain place, otherwise her collar became rather painful at her neck, pressing against her throat, but as wide as it was, it would take a lot more before she was in any big risk of choking.
Taking her braid roughly again, Brandt began winding another strand of rope through it, knotting it and her hair together. Karui heard chains rattle above her, before her braid lifted, and she turned to face him, blurting out before she could think. “Master, that’s so mean!”
He smirked at her, reaching up to pinch her left nipple. She grimaced, clenching her teeth. As he slowly applied more pressure, he tugged the rope though the pulley, stopping just as her braid stood straight up from her scalp. He suddenly pinched harder, making Karui yelp. He barked a laugh, and pulled the rope again as he let her nipple go. Karui didn’t have time to think about the throbbing at her breast, because her scalp was immediately flaring with pain. She raised up to stand on her toes, but he kept going, making her stand on just the tips. Whimpering a little, Karui knew this was only the beginning, but thankfully Brandt stopped there, leaving her unsteady, and struggling to keep herself straight enough not to pull her hair, while trying to keep her arms from pulling against her collar.
“You new girls better hope you never anger me as much as Karui has,” Brandt said in a conversational tone, as if he wasn’t furious at all; that meant he really was ready to blow his top. His massive hand reached around from behind, then clamped under Karui’s jaw, forcing it open. A thick wooden bit was pushed between her teeth, which she tried to push out with her tongue, but her master’s hand didn’t even budge; the straps were pulled tight behind her head a moment later, making sure it didn’t go anywhere.
Karui got to test the strength of the bit almost immediately. She heard something whooshing through the air a heartbeat before something hard and wide landed against her ass. Karui bit into the wood, screaming as her butt was burning anew. She pranced about on her toes, jerking her braid; she instinctively tried to balance herself with her arms, meaning she only succeeded in pulling her collar tightly against her throat, momentarily choking her. Almost immediately Brandt swatted her again, this one landing across the backs of her thighs, making her scream and sway dangerously once again.
His arm encircled her, his hand clamping down on the nipple he hadn’t pinched earlier, and Karui squealed. He flashed the paddle in front of her eyes, the wood worn and discolored from countless uses. “What do you think? Not fearsome enough? Yes, I think you’re right.” He haphazardly tossed it aside as he disappeared from her vision, his footsteps moving toward one of the racks of implements behind her. Karui moaned, wiggling back and forth, trying desperately to stoke the fire burning in her loins. Nothing could have made her happier than having her master slam his massive cock deep inside her and-
Karui screamed, biting hard at the bit as a line of fire lit up her spine, the sharp crack of a whip piercing her ears. She heard the whip slice the air behind her, another fiery line tracing across her already throbbing bottom. Her scream drowned out the next crack, but did nothing to lessen the pain against her thighs. Brandt appeared suddenly in front of her, arm already raised for another strike. Eyes wide, Karui yelped as she saw him move, just before the tops of her breasts erupted in agony. He had a wild grin on his face, already enjoying himself immensely.
“Now, that was barely enough for a warm up, but we’ve got so many things to play with down here and such little time to make good use of them all. You, pink hair, whatever your name is, hand me that whip…” Brandt said, pointing past Karui. The girl whimpered, but Karui could hear her footsteps, and the sound of leather rusting. She couldn’t turn to see what she was bringing over, but Brandt snatched it out of her hand and tossed her the other whip. “Just lay that on the table; we might have to use it again later.”
“Y-yes, M-master,” the girl stammered, whimpering again as she moved away.
Karui caught a glimpse of the whip Brandt had now, the one with twelve leather thongs, braided with small beads on the end. Karui whimpered, knowing that each and every hit from the whip felt like a dozen bee stings. Mercilessly, Brandt swung the whip, making Karui yelp as all those little dots of pain erupted on her thigh, then her stomach, and then her breasts. Each hit sent a surge of pain that mixed with the pleasure haze, driving Karui wild. She very nearly climaxed when Brandt slammed the whip against her pussy, but like she expected, he was using his master’s bond to keep her from reaching what she wanted so desperately. The nasty whip sliced into her ass next, sending her reeling, her braid pulling taunt, threatening to rip her scalp away. She screamed, grateful for the bit between her teeth as she clamped down upon it.
She lost count of how many times the whip bit into her, but she was caught right on the edge of a climax, and she could do nothing to sate her addiction. So she screamed, cried, begged, but still, her master whipped her, covering every inch of her body with burning, stinging pain. Even when he had finished, tossing the bloody whip to the floor, leaving her gasping, choking for air, hanging from her braid, she was still right there, begging for what could have been one of the best orgasms she’d ever experience. But through her haze, she only saw her master, talking harshly to the new girls, pointing at her; she couldn’t really make out what he was saying, but she knew he was probably right. She was such a bad girl sometimes…but she couldn’t stop herself; she enjoyed whatever he did to her far too much.
Karui opened her eyes, wincing. As expected, she was a mass of pain, but not so much now. She must have blacked out earlier, but she was still in the dungeon, though, and she was still bound, a very sharp pain between her legs. Opening her eyes further, she saw her training class huddled in the same place, looking deathly afraid, some of them even crying. She couldn’t smell her master in the room, so he had probably stepped out for a time. She tried to give them a reassuring smile around the oversized leather ball stuffed into her mouth and held in place with several leather straps about her head.
The pain between her legs was from the big, wooden horse she was straddling. It was one of her favorite tortures, and although she could never admit it to her master, he knew all too well regardless. She whimpered, taking in her bindings, her skin tingling. Coarse, hemp ropes kept her arms tied behind her back, crossed so that her hands were touching her elbows, and likewise were looped around her arms and breasts; Master had even wound the rope tightly around each of her breasts, making it rather difficult to breath without pinching them, not to mention leaving them swelling and sticking outward. She could feel a rope at her back, and with a little maneuvering, found out that it was keeping her upright on the horse. Her legs were not quite so strictly bound, however; she felt ropes around her ankles, and she could swing her legs back and forth, but not very far due to the heavy weights that were tied there.
Those same weights were responsible for the splitting pain Karui felt between her legs, inside of her as well. She writhed against the ropes, moaning, trying to rub herself against the rough wood. There was a phallus at the top of the horse, and it was deep inside Karui’s pussy. She could feel her juices already, and again she sought orgasm almost immediately. Karui bucked, crying out as the pain inside her flared, but the pleasure haze was already back, and she was dying for its explosion. She looked to the new girls, pleading to them with her eyes for some help; just a nipple pinch or a lick or something to aid her.
“M…master said we should just watch…” one of them finally stammered.
“He…he also said that if we did anything, it was to whip you…with…with that…” another said, tearfully, pointing to a coiled, brown leather whip on a nearby display pedestal; it was a special one, with small glass shards for tearing flesh. Karui always cried when that one got used on her, and sometimes she couldn’t move for days until she had healed up properly. But, it wasn’t really different from any other sort of pain she had felt before; it got her off just the same.
Karui struggled, making sure to get the ropes to squeeze her breasts, and to rub herself up and down what little she could on the phallus. She looked to the girls, and to the whip, nodding enthusiastically at them to use it on her, her tail swaying excitedly behind her. It was her punishment, damn it, so she had every right to enjoy herself! She mumbled a request to them, unintelligible due to the gag, but they all looked mortified at the idea. Well, they were still new to the whole slave training thing; maybe she could cut them a little slack for now.
Karui desperately writhed against the intruder between her legs, fought wildly against the ropes that bound her. She could feel blood mixing with her juices, and was fairly sure some of her whip marks from her previous beating were bleeding too, but she didn’t care. Every tear on her skin, every drop of sweat that slid into her wounds and stung, it drove her wild for more. She could have came a dozen times in as many minutes, but her master was still holding her, still refusing to allow her a most wonderful release. She cried into her gag, frustrated, angry, but knowing that she was doing exactly what her master wanted; she was pleasing him, and that mattered…just slightly more than her own pleasure...
She couldn’t tell how much time had passed, all she knew was that her body was raw, especially between her legs, she was frustrated, and she was hoping that Master would allow her release when he finally returned. By the time the doors to the torture chamber finally opened, Karui was sagging against the rope that held her up, sweat covering every inch of her body. She panted for air behind the gag, and couldn’t really feel her lower half. But her body was still twitching, still hoping against hope that she could finally come and find what made her so happy.
“You dirty, fucking whore,” Brandt said, still furious, though not quite so much. “Just look at you…rubbed yourself bloody trying to get off when you know you can’t. I’m surprised you didn’t manage to convince one of these girls to use the whip on you, though; feeling a little compassion for them, perhaps?”
Karui moaned, head sagging. She couldn’t deny that she had felt a little sorry for them; perhaps she would have to remedy that when she finally got back to training them. As he walked around the horse, she perked up, moaning sweetly, trying to entice him…the harsh slap to her ass told her that he wasn’t going to be taken in so easily.
“Karui, my little nympho, you won’t believe what punishment I have in store for you this time. Trust me, it’s been a long time in coming, and nobody deserves it more than you, my lovely,” Brandt mused from behind. “But it’s not quite ready, so we have a few more days down here. You don’t mind, do you?” he asked, just as a whip sliced right across the bottom of her foot, making her scream as though her foot had been touched to a hot coal. “I didn’t think so.”
The next hours were spent in agony as Brandt whipped every little sensitive part of Karui’s body, those areas that only a master of the lash could manage to strike, bound as she was. The entire time she pleaded and begged, for a chance to release, for just one amazing orgasm, and never once for him to stop. When he finally tired for the evening, he pulled her from the horse with the rope that had kept her upright, and left her hanging for the night, not even removing the weights on her ankles or the leather gag. He took the new girls out and left Karui alone, hanging by herself, her thighs soaking from her juices; she hardly felt the pain on her body from all of the lashes or the damage she had caused herself atop the horse; her mind only knew the agonizing loss of Brandt holding her pleasure from her, and now that she was calming down, she was only finding herself more frustrated, her body writhing against the ropes desperately to stoke the fires just a little more, just enough to make it ignite like she wanted, long into the night until she finally passed out from exhaustion, and nigh overwhelming frustration.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Urban's Game Night
Racing through the night-shrouded woods at top speed, leaping from branch to branch, Urban knew he was in trouble, at least for the moment. Shizuru was in one of her moods, the kind of mood that meant a lot of pain for anyone unlucky enough to be caught around her when she finally popped her top. Becoming a vampire hadn’t cooled her temper in the least, even though she typically had a chill wind following her, and despite his best efforts, he couldn’t talk her down, knowing that for whatever reason, she was pissed off with him again; was it because of that horse cart incident with that Akira girl? Or that he had let her new plaything go after that? She had so many moods she went through, it was more than a little confusing. So, hoping to avoid a bit of trouble, he had done the best thing he could think of: he had tossed a flash bomb and ran like hell, ignoring her curses and screams that had chased him out the door.
That was a couple of miles behind him now, and though he was breathing hard, he was enjoying the night air, and decided that he was plenty far away by now. If she was going to chase him, she would’ve done it already. She was probably just tearing things up inside the house, or, more likely, had opened up a fresh tub of ice cream. Coming to a ridge near the edge of the woods, Urban hopped out of the trees, down atop the rocky outcropping overlooking a slow-moving river below. He crouched down, closing his eyes, breathing in the cool night air. A few days out in the wilderness would be good; it’d give him some time to clear his head, and give Shizuru time to calm down. Yeah, not a bad plan at all.
“Not a bad plan, huh? Did you really think I’d let you get away with dropping a FLASH BOMB on me?!”
Urban froze, pretty sure that he hadn’t said that last part out loud. Shizuru was only a couple of feet behind him, and her voice was venomous. Damn, that’s right…she had telepathy, too…He stood slowly, turning around with a smile. “No, of course I didn’t think that’d work…” Oh lord, her yellow eyes were pretty close to bursting into flame, and they were searing him to the bone. Her pants and shirt were scorched all over, no doubt due to the bomb.
Shizuru stalked forward, poking her finger in his chest, her claw digging in easily, painfully. She grinned, wide and fang-filled, at him, making Urban feel like a mouse in front of her, even though she was at least a foot shorter than him, her crimson hair waving in a cold breeze that was far from natural, flicking her hair like a flame. “You are in serious need of some education on just how this relationship is going to work. If you want to play games, then fine, we’ll play games. I’m in charge, and you’re my toy. There, those are the rules. Don’t like them? I don’t give a damn! This isn’t about you, it’s about me!”
All the while she had been yelling at him, she had been backing him toward the edge of the cliff, Urban stuttering to get a word in, but failing under her onslaught. With the cliff edge breaking off in small pebbles beneath his feet, Urban kept his claws sunk unto the stone as best he could, a stupid grin plastered on his face the whole time. God, this was going to be bad…
She grabbed his collar with her fingers, with more than enough strength to keep him in place, and twisted the soft leather, tightening the collar, choking him. “Oh, you have no idea just how bad it’ll be; but I guess it might be a little better for you if you obey me like a good little boy should. Say ‘I understand, Mistress; please let me be your bitch, Mistress,’ and I might just be a bit less angry.”
Urban’s hands wrapped around her wrist, clawing at her to no effect; whatever scratches he caused healed almost instantly, which only caused her to twist the collar more, cutting off what little air he was already getting. She was growling now, too. Damn it! “Okay, okay,” Urban wheezed, “you win!”
“What was that? I think you tried to say something, but you need to speak so I can understand.” Oh, she knew she had him; her smirk was all supreme confidence and arrogance now.
Gasping for breath, Urban closed his eyes, barring his teeth as he struggled to pull in enough air. She could be damn pushy sometimes… “I…urk…understand…Mistress! Please…let me…be…your…ack bitch…Mistress!”
“Good boy! You might just get a cookie if you keep this up. Come on, let’s go somewhere a little more entertaining, shall we?” Her iron grip didn’t slack at all as shadows expanded out from her, consuming the two of them in a rush of cold, like diving into a river in winter. Urban felt himself shifting through space, leaving him dazed and sick to the stomach. As the darkness faded and he felt the teleportation come to an end, he fell to his knees, gasping for air once Shizuru had released her grip. God, he hated it when she did that!
Not wasting a moment, Shizuru dug her foot into his back, claws digging into his flesh as she called upon another of her vampiric talents to pull her ‘devices’ from the wall across the room. Taking hold of Urban’s hair in one hand, her strength far beyond Urban’s, she jerked his head back, cramming a big, metal ring gag between his teeth and securing the red and black leather straps tightly behind his head and around his muzzle. Shoving his face to the floor, she jerked at his collar, pulling it and his nametag away before she ripped the shirt from his back; damn, not another one! Those shirts were starting to get expensive.
“Aww, can’t stand your crappy little shirts getting torn up? Poor baby!” Shizuru teased, grinding her claws into his back to push him facedown on the floor despite his growls of protest. Freaking mind reader! Shizuru chuckled to herself, straddling his back none too gently. Urban saw another piece of black leather gear fly from the storage racks, and the next moment Shizuru was placing it around his neck. The leather was stiff as she pulled the dual straps tight, forcing his chin up and his head straight. Her hands left his neck once the padlocks had clicked in place, leaving him painfully face down, resting on his chin, the posture collar having barely been on him a minute before it had started causing him pain.
“The next parts are gonna hurt a lot more, my little bitch-boy,” Shizuru purred, tickling his ears.
“Yuw know, uwhing elehahy akes ah fun oush of ish*,” Urban struggled around the ring, drool hitting the floor, and earning a sharp slap to his ass from her hand, making him yelp. (*Translation: You know, using telepathy takes the fun out of this.)
“You’re just jealous you can’t read my mind, pet. Remember, this is my game you’re playing now.” Knowing that it was useless to argue further, Urban let her take his hands behind his back with little struggle, not that it would have mattered, of course; she was a lot stronger than he was, after all. He heard metal jingling and rubbing against leather, and soon enough his hands were forced into thick bondage mittens, balled into fists, leaving his hands useless. Shizuru pulled the leather cuffs attached to the mittens tight, and locked them together at his back with a short bar between them.
She rotated on his back then, her tail falling over his head and dangling in front of his face, tickling his nose. He yelped in surprise when his pants suddenly tightened, but a split second later they ripped away, leaving him nude; Shizuru’s ability to move objects with her mind being put to good use, apparently. “Oh, I’m going to enjoy this so much! You really couldn’t have any idea just how much, but I’ll give you permission to just try and imagine it. Remember when I said this next part would hurt? I wasn’t lying.” Shizuru’s mad cackling was probably the reason why Urban wasn’t beaten for thinking that she was way too full of herself.
He heard storage bin doors opening and stuff moving about, and then her hands were on one of his feet, giving a deceptively sensual massage with her fingers. It actually felt really good, and despite everything else, Urban began to purr; he should’ve known she was just teasing him before the real pain started.
In the next instant, he felt leather sliding over his foot and up his leg. It paused for a split second before it moved with a sudden, violent jerk. Urban’s eyes went wide as his foot erupted into intense pain. His body went stiff, and for a time he was unable to make a sound as the pain consumed every thought in his head. It felt like his foot had been crushed, his toes forced into a point that should have been impossible without the bones actually snapping.
“My little bitch have something he wants to say?” Shizuru taunted.
Urban’s brain finally unfroze, and he yowled in pain, thrashing wildly beneath Shizuru, though she didn’t budge, and didn’t let his foot go. Damn, it HURT! He tried desperately to free himself, but there was nothing he could do but writhe in agony; he even felt tears in his eyes.
“My, my, hurting a little, are we? And that’s just the first foot, bitch! Remember those pony boots you forced me to wear that time?! Well, here’s the payback!” Already howling in agony, Urban whimpered as the leather boot slid up his other foot, and cried out when it slammed down, crushing his foot in its unrelenting prison. Shizuru’s laughter filled his ears over his pained cries as she finally stood from his back. He felt a pair of leather cuffs slipping around his ankles, tightening themselves up.
Urban barely had time to suck in a pained breath before her fingers latched onto his scalp and pulled him up to his knees. Swaying unsteadily, he heard chains clinking above him, and though Shizuru had moved away, the locks on one of his cuffs popped open, and his arms were lifted over his head. Looking up through teary eyes, he watched as the lock reattached itself and a chain looped around the bar holding his mitten-covered hands, a new lock snapping on to keep him bound upright.
Shizuru was purring behind him, her hands tickling behind his ears. Even through the pain he was feeling in his feet, her touch was heavenly. “You can’t deny what you’re feeling pet. It hurts like hell, but you’re loving every second of it…and it’s only going to get better.” Her hands drifted downward, over his shoulders and down his back, stroking his tail. He heard her licking her lips, a bad feeling going down his spine; she wasn’t finished by far.
Shizuru moved back somewhat, fiddling with something else made of leather and metal. Urban felt it going around his stomach, and a glance, which is all he could do thanks to the posture collar, made him wince. It was a corset, black and outlined in red. Shizuru hummed happily as she adjusted it just so, holding it together with her hands for what seemed an eternity. Urban knew she was planning something cruel, and he could guess- “Argh!” he screamed, the buckles along the length of the corset all suddenly pulling together and tightening at the same time.
Shizuru planted her foot at the base of his spine, and pushed, the buckles tightening even further, squeezing his ribcage and the air from his lungs. “You’re looking better by the minute, my sweet little bitch boy.”
Gasping desperately for air, Urban jerked in his bonds, feeling as though he was being squeezed in half. There was no relief in the corset, not even enough to get half a breath, just as Shizuru had planned, no doubt. Her foot finally came off his back, leaving him dangling, gasping, in incredible pain…
Her purr was positively sadistic as she crouched behind him, her breasts pressing against his back, her arms hugging around him in a deceptively humane show of affection. She licked her lips as she inhaled his scent, then licked behind his ears. “I could become drunk on the pain coursing through you my pet…oh how tempted I am…but no, I must hold off. I do care more about you than to let you suffer without finding any sort of enjoyment, though. And besides, you’ll be all the more savory if you’re worked up and frustrated, hmm?”
Shaking his head what little he could manage, Urban whined again, eyes still squeezed shut against the pain. He jerked furiously with his bound hands when her fingers started massaging his nipples, making them rise. Shizuru was a pain freak through and through, and despite having voiced his opinions on piercings several times, Urban knew what she had in mind. The woman just wouldn’t listen! It was her way or nothing, just like it always had been.
“Do you seriously think that I would do something like that? Well, you’re right!” With a maniacal cackle, Shizuru pinched Urban’s hard nipples. He grunted, trying to kick at her ineffectually, and howled as something sharp and painful pierced through both nipples simultaneously. He felt the metal needles in his flesh, the trickle of blood escaping, and heard Shizuru purring hungrily behind him. “Almost done here now…” she purred, twisting the needles ever so slightly, making him squirm and groan. He felt the metal moving through his flesh, piercing all the way through and continuing until they slipped out the opposite side, clattering to the floor.
Shizuru quickly used her fingers and her telekinetic ability to slip rings through Urban’s nipples, being none to gentle about it. Very nearly howling, Urban jerked furiously at the bonds on his hands. He yelped a moment later when a sudden flash of heat went through the metal rings, though he thankfully didn’t smell burnt flesh or fur. Apparently, Shizuru had just fused the ends of the rings together. Breathing hard, he jerked back in surprise when she appeared in front of him, eyes narrowed seductively, a sly grin on her face; she wasn’t using her vampiric arts, so the sudden bulge between his legs was just the normal reaction to such a hot feline. Urban knew he was going to regret it immediately.
“Just one more, teensy-weensy little detail, and you’ll be all set for a nice, relaxing evening…” she rumbled, laying back on the floor, stretching her body in such a fluid way it seemed completely impossible. Her feet slid up Urban’s thighs, from the top of the boots, her claws just barely raking over the skin beneath his fur. Then her feet went right where he thought they would, to either side of his quickly hardening cock.
With one more lusty flutter of her eyes, Shizuru’s feet went to either side of Urban’s cock, undulating up and down the shaft with her toes. Urban moaned, shaking. Damn, it was so good! She never gave footjobs, to anyone! Ever! Despite the pain everywhere else, pure pleasure spread from Shizuru’s feet, right through his cock, very nearly making him forget about everything she had done to him so far. Moaning, he thrust his hips back and forth, savoring every second as he built toward what could be the best orgasm of his life.
Urban’s moans got louder, and he was harder than he ever thought possible. The orgasm was building, and he was sure he was going to explode all over the room. Yes, just a little more! Gods, Shizuru’s talents with her feet were beyond description! Right there, yes, yes YES!
“No,” Shizuru said, with a smug giggle. In that split second, Urban felt leather around his cock and balls, leather that instantly tightened to an agonizing level, around the base, the shaft, and right below the head. Urban yelped and whined, jerking, desperately trying to free himself. The strap around his balls went tighter still, choking off any hint of release he might have had. The sadistic bitch!
“Aren’t you just the flatterer? Do you honestly think that I’d leave you without any pleasure, my sweet little pet? I’m not that cruel,” she purred. Urban felt her fingers around his cock again, teasing him more. No, that wasn’t it! He felt tugging on his new nipple rings, and with a sharp jerk, the cord she had tied to his cock harness went taunt, then painfully so. She had the rings tied to the harness, so that every breath he made pulled them taut.
She ran her fingers behind his ears, purring as she did something else to his cock, stuffing something plastic down the top of one of his boots. With a click, he felt an intense vibration start against his cock, making him squirm. “Like I said, pet, I wouldn’t leave you without some kind of pleasure. I’m going out for a night with the girls, I think; I’ll be back by dawn of course,” she purred, stroking his cheek. “Have fun.” She laughed, that stuck up, bitchy laugh that he hated so much before he saw her disappear into the shadows, leaving him alone, in incredible pain.
Damn, he loved that tigress!
That was a couple of miles behind him now, and though he was breathing hard, he was enjoying the night air, and decided that he was plenty far away by now. If she was going to chase him, she would’ve done it already. She was probably just tearing things up inside the house, or, more likely, had opened up a fresh tub of ice cream. Coming to a ridge near the edge of the woods, Urban hopped out of the trees, down atop the rocky outcropping overlooking a slow-moving river below. He crouched down, closing his eyes, breathing in the cool night air. A few days out in the wilderness would be good; it’d give him some time to clear his head, and give Shizuru time to calm down. Yeah, not a bad plan at all.
“Not a bad plan, huh? Did you really think I’d let you get away with dropping a FLASH BOMB on me?!”
Urban froze, pretty sure that he hadn’t said that last part out loud. Shizuru was only a couple of feet behind him, and her voice was venomous. Damn, that’s right…she had telepathy, too…He stood slowly, turning around with a smile. “No, of course I didn’t think that’d work…” Oh lord, her yellow eyes were pretty close to bursting into flame, and they were searing him to the bone. Her pants and shirt were scorched all over, no doubt due to the bomb.
Shizuru stalked forward, poking her finger in his chest, her claw digging in easily, painfully. She grinned, wide and fang-filled, at him, making Urban feel like a mouse in front of her, even though she was at least a foot shorter than him, her crimson hair waving in a cold breeze that was far from natural, flicking her hair like a flame. “You are in serious need of some education on just how this relationship is going to work. If you want to play games, then fine, we’ll play games. I’m in charge, and you’re my toy. There, those are the rules. Don’t like them? I don’t give a damn! This isn’t about you, it’s about me!”
All the while she had been yelling at him, she had been backing him toward the edge of the cliff, Urban stuttering to get a word in, but failing under her onslaught. With the cliff edge breaking off in small pebbles beneath his feet, Urban kept his claws sunk unto the stone as best he could, a stupid grin plastered on his face the whole time. God, this was going to be bad…
She grabbed his collar with her fingers, with more than enough strength to keep him in place, and twisted the soft leather, tightening the collar, choking him. “Oh, you have no idea just how bad it’ll be; but I guess it might be a little better for you if you obey me like a good little boy should. Say ‘I understand, Mistress; please let me be your bitch, Mistress,’ and I might just be a bit less angry.”
Urban’s hands wrapped around her wrist, clawing at her to no effect; whatever scratches he caused healed almost instantly, which only caused her to twist the collar more, cutting off what little air he was already getting. She was growling now, too. Damn it! “Okay, okay,” Urban wheezed, “you win!”
“What was that? I think you tried to say something, but you need to speak so I can understand.” Oh, she knew she had him; her smirk was all supreme confidence and arrogance now.
Gasping for breath, Urban closed his eyes, barring his teeth as he struggled to pull in enough air. She could be damn pushy sometimes… “I…urk…understand…Mistress! Please…let me…be…your…ack bitch…Mistress!”
“Good boy! You might just get a cookie if you keep this up. Come on, let’s go somewhere a little more entertaining, shall we?” Her iron grip didn’t slack at all as shadows expanded out from her, consuming the two of them in a rush of cold, like diving into a river in winter. Urban felt himself shifting through space, leaving him dazed and sick to the stomach. As the darkness faded and he felt the teleportation come to an end, he fell to his knees, gasping for air once Shizuru had released her grip. God, he hated it when she did that!
Not wasting a moment, Shizuru dug her foot into his back, claws digging into his flesh as she called upon another of her vampiric talents to pull her ‘devices’ from the wall across the room. Taking hold of Urban’s hair in one hand, her strength far beyond Urban’s, she jerked his head back, cramming a big, metal ring gag between his teeth and securing the red and black leather straps tightly behind his head and around his muzzle. Shoving his face to the floor, she jerked at his collar, pulling it and his nametag away before she ripped the shirt from his back; damn, not another one! Those shirts were starting to get expensive.
“Aww, can’t stand your crappy little shirts getting torn up? Poor baby!” Shizuru teased, grinding her claws into his back to push him facedown on the floor despite his growls of protest. Freaking mind reader! Shizuru chuckled to herself, straddling his back none too gently. Urban saw another piece of black leather gear fly from the storage racks, and the next moment Shizuru was placing it around his neck. The leather was stiff as she pulled the dual straps tight, forcing his chin up and his head straight. Her hands left his neck once the padlocks had clicked in place, leaving him painfully face down, resting on his chin, the posture collar having barely been on him a minute before it had started causing him pain.
“The next parts are gonna hurt a lot more, my little bitch-boy,” Shizuru purred, tickling his ears.
“Yuw know, uwhing elehahy akes ah fun oush of ish*,” Urban struggled around the ring, drool hitting the floor, and earning a sharp slap to his ass from her hand, making him yelp. (*Translation: You know, using telepathy takes the fun out of this.)
“You’re just jealous you can’t read my mind, pet. Remember, this is my game you’re playing now.” Knowing that it was useless to argue further, Urban let her take his hands behind his back with little struggle, not that it would have mattered, of course; she was a lot stronger than he was, after all. He heard metal jingling and rubbing against leather, and soon enough his hands were forced into thick bondage mittens, balled into fists, leaving his hands useless. Shizuru pulled the leather cuffs attached to the mittens tight, and locked them together at his back with a short bar between them.
She rotated on his back then, her tail falling over his head and dangling in front of his face, tickling his nose. He yelped in surprise when his pants suddenly tightened, but a split second later they ripped away, leaving him nude; Shizuru’s ability to move objects with her mind being put to good use, apparently. “Oh, I’m going to enjoy this so much! You really couldn’t have any idea just how much, but I’ll give you permission to just try and imagine it. Remember when I said this next part would hurt? I wasn’t lying.” Shizuru’s mad cackling was probably the reason why Urban wasn’t beaten for thinking that she was way too full of herself.
He heard storage bin doors opening and stuff moving about, and then her hands were on one of his feet, giving a deceptively sensual massage with her fingers. It actually felt really good, and despite everything else, Urban began to purr; he should’ve known she was just teasing him before the real pain started.
In the next instant, he felt leather sliding over his foot and up his leg. It paused for a split second before it moved with a sudden, violent jerk. Urban’s eyes went wide as his foot erupted into intense pain. His body went stiff, and for a time he was unable to make a sound as the pain consumed every thought in his head. It felt like his foot had been crushed, his toes forced into a point that should have been impossible without the bones actually snapping.
“My little bitch have something he wants to say?” Shizuru taunted.
Urban’s brain finally unfroze, and he yowled in pain, thrashing wildly beneath Shizuru, though she didn’t budge, and didn’t let his foot go. Damn, it HURT! He tried desperately to free himself, but there was nothing he could do but writhe in agony; he even felt tears in his eyes.
“My, my, hurting a little, are we? And that’s just the first foot, bitch! Remember those pony boots you forced me to wear that time?! Well, here’s the payback!” Already howling in agony, Urban whimpered as the leather boot slid up his other foot, and cried out when it slammed down, crushing his foot in its unrelenting prison. Shizuru’s laughter filled his ears over his pained cries as she finally stood from his back. He felt a pair of leather cuffs slipping around his ankles, tightening themselves up.
Urban barely had time to suck in a pained breath before her fingers latched onto his scalp and pulled him up to his knees. Swaying unsteadily, he heard chains clinking above him, and though Shizuru had moved away, the locks on one of his cuffs popped open, and his arms were lifted over his head. Looking up through teary eyes, he watched as the lock reattached itself and a chain looped around the bar holding his mitten-covered hands, a new lock snapping on to keep him bound upright.
Shizuru was purring behind him, her hands tickling behind his ears. Even through the pain he was feeling in his feet, her touch was heavenly. “You can’t deny what you’re feeling pet. It hurts like hell, but you’re loving every second of it…and it’s only going to get better.” Her hands drifted downward, over his shoulders and down his back, stroking his tail. He heard her licking her lips, a bad feeling going down his spine; she wasn’t finished by far.
Shizuru moved back somewhat, fiddling with something else made of leather and metal. Urban felt it going around his stomach, and a glance, which is all he could do thanks to the posture collar, made him wince. It was a corset, black and outlined in red. Shizuru hummed happily as she adjusted it just so, holding it together with her hands for what seemed an eternity. Urban knew she was planning something cruel, and he could guess- “Argh!” he screamed, the buckles along the length of the corset all suddenly pulling together and tightening at the same time.
Shizuru planted her foot at the base of his spine, and pushed, the buckles tightening even further, squeezing his ribcage and the air from his lungs. “You’re looking better by the minute, my sweet little bitch boy.”
Gasping desperately for air, Urban jerked in his bonds, feeling as though he was being squeezed in half. There was no relief in the corset, not even enough to get half a breath, just as Shizuru had planned, no doubt. Her foot finally came off his back, leaving him dangling, gasping, in incredible pain…
Her purr was positively sadistic as she crouched behind him, her breasts pressing against his back, her arms hugging around him in a deceptively humane show of affection. She licked her lips as she inhaled his scent, then licked behind his ears. “I could become drunk on the pain coursing through you my pet…oh how tempted I am…but no, I must hold off. I do care more about you than to let you suffer without finding any sort of enjoyment, though. And besides, you’ll be all the more savory if you’re worked up and frustrated, hmm?”
Shaking his head what little he could manage, Urban whined again, eyes still squeezed shut against the pain. He jerked furiously with his bound hands when her fingers started massaging his nipples, making them rise. Shizuru was a pain freak through and through, and despite having voiced his opinions on piercings several times, Urban knew what she had in mind. The woman just wouldn’t listen! It was her way or nothing, just like it always had been.
“Do you seriously think that I would do something like that? Well, you’re right!” With a maniacal cackle, Shizuru pinched Urban’s hard nipples. He grunted, trying to kick at her ineffectually, and howled as something sharp and painful pierced through both nipples simultaneously. He felt the metal needles in his flesh, the trickle of blood escaping, and heard Shizuru purring hungrily behind him. “Almost done here now…” she purred, twisting the needles ever so slightly, making him squirm and groan. He felt the metal moving through his flesh, piercing all the way through and continuing until they slipped out the opposite side, clattering to the floor.
Shizuru quickly used her fingers and her telekinetic ability to slip rings through Urban’s nipples, being none to gentle about it. Very nearly howling, Urban jerked furiously at the bonds on his hands. He yelped a moment later when a sudden flash of heat went through the metal rings, though he thankfully didn’t smell burnt flesh or fur. Apparently, Shizuru had just fused the ends of the rings together. Breathing hard, he jerked back in surprise when she appeared in front of him, eyes narrowed seductively, a sly grin on her face; she wasn’t using her vampiric arts, so the sudden bulge between his legs was just the normal reaction to such a hot feline. Urban knew he was going to regret it immediately.
“Just one more, teensy-weensy little detail, and you’ll be all set for a nice, relaxing evening…” she rumbled, laying back on the floor, stretching her body in such a fluid way it seemed completely impossible. Her feet slid up Urban’s thighs, from the top of the boots, her claws just barely raking over the skin beneath his fur. Then her feet went right where he thought they would, to either side of his quickly hardening cock.
With one more lusty flutter of her eyes, Shizuru’s feet went to either side of Urban’s cock, undulating up and down the shaft with her toes. Urban moaned, shaking. Damn, it was so good! She never gave footjobs, to anyone! Ever! Despite the pain everywhere else, pure pleasure spread from Shizuru’s feet, right through his cock, very nearly making him forget about everything she had done to him so far. Moaning, he thrust his hips back and forth, savoring every second as he built toward what could be the best orgasm of his life.
Urban’s moans got louder, and he was harder than he ever thought possible. The orgasm was building, and he was sure he was going to explode all over the room. Yes, just a little more! Gods, Shizuru’s talents with her feet were beyond description! Right there, yes, yes YES!
“No,” Shizuru said, with a smug giggle. In that split second, Urban felt leather around his cock and balls, leather that instantly tightened to an agonizing level, around the base, the shaft, and right below the head. Urban yelped and whined, jerking, desperately trying to free himself. The strap around his balls went tighter still, choking off any hint of release he might have had. The sadistic bitch!
“Aren’t you just the flatterer? Do you honestly think that I’d leave you without any pleasure, my sweet little pet? I’m not that cruel,” she purred. Urban felt her fingers around his cock again, teasing him more. No, that wasn’t it! He felt tugging on his new nipple rings, and with a sharp jerk, the cord she had tied to his cock harness went taunt, then painfully so. She had the rings tied to the harness, so that every breath he made pulled them taut.
She ran her fingers behind his ears, purring as she did something else to his cock, stuffing something plastic down the top of one of his boots. With a click, he felt an intense vibration start against his cock, making him squirm. “Like I said, pet, I wouldn’t leave you without some kind of pleasure. I’m going out for a night with the girls, I think; I’ll be back by dawn of course,” she purred, stroking his cheek. “Have fun.” She laughed, that stuck up, bitchy laugh that he hated so much before he saw her disappear into the shadows, leaving him alone, in incredible pain.
Damn, he loved that tigress!
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