by GM Scherbert
“Peach,” Abraham says sternly, “tell us what you mean. What didn’t seem right?”
Tugging again on her hair she starts, “Well, both times that I saw them together, she was just going through the motions, there was no longing or even want in her eyes at what she was having done to her or what he choose to give to her.” Moving her hand again onto the hair over her shoulder, she goes on, “I think that Pearl spoke with her about it briefly, but nothing came of it and I haven’t seen them together since.”
Looking towards Abraham, I dismiss Peach to go about her business before speaking. “Let’s make sure that we keep both Niki and Master Theo on watch for the next six months. I am not sure what is going on between them but I know that something is not sitting right with me.” Taking a swig from my beer, I know that the time has come to go deal with our woman. “Let’s go see how our woman is, shall we?”
Finishing his beer, he slams it down, before wiping his hand across his beard. “Come on Prez, let’s go see what kind of punishment we can think up to hand out to our girl.”
“I’m thinking I might have a new toy or two that have been waiting for such an occasion.” The smile that lights up my lips while I think of the things that I have bought waiting for a night like tonight, is wide and shared only between myself and Abraham.
Pushing off the stool slowly, I move to my office so that I can grab up my kit quickly along with the new toys. As I pass the bar again, I see Abraham moving in pace with me to get to our wife. As we approach the room, we both pause before entering.
“You taking the lead tonight?” Abraham asks as we look towards each other. “It’s been a few months since we have had to punish our Little One and I think we need to make sure that she gets the message loud and clear.”
“I agree we are going to need to go hard on her tonight. Did you call up the sitter and let them know that we would be late?”
“I did while you were in the office. I also talked with Shadow and let him know if there was another fuck up like this not only his bouncer would be gone, but we would need to have a few words with him as well.”
“Truth Brother. I don’t think that Shadow would’ve let that shit happen. He has been distracted lately, what the fuck is that about?” I say looking back towards the main room.
“I don’t know but I have seen the same shit going on with him. We’ll have to talk to him soon and see what the fuck is going on and where his mind has been at.” Clapping me on the shoulder he goes on, “but for now, Brother, let’s go deal with our little wife.”
Reaching for the handle, we move slowly inside of the room, turning to lock the door behind ourselves. As I move further into the room, I see Abraham’s handy work and admire the way he has tied up our wife. The rope is bound tightly around her thighs, waist, breasts, and arms. She is beautiful in her bindings and I wonder if she is thinking that this is the extent of her punishment. She should know us better than that, we have shared a life for long enough now.
Abraham moves slowly to the bindings and releases them before rubbing the spots they were. Moving our Pet to the cross, he makes sure to have her stretch her muscles before positioning her where she needs to be. If there is one thing that I know Pearl hates its being blindfolded. When I hand the blindfold to Abraham his smile widens, while Pearl’s grin leaves her face quick. He puts the blindfold onto the bed as I hand over the electric prod. Our smiles only widen as the frown that has taken up residence on my little Pet’s face only grows. The prod should make quick work of the lesson that needs to be taught.
Handing him the butterfly spider gag lastly, I knew when I bought it she would hate it, and I look forward to watching her struggle with it, which seems to begin as soon as she eyes it.
As she opens her mouth to let out a compliant, her Sir is quick to force the gag into her mouth. Moving around the front to catch the look of fucking hate on her face, I see her plump lips spread wide around the gag, the spider legs causing it to be uncomfortable, but looks so fucking hot on our Pet. The drool is quick to start, as she tries her best to speak and deter us from moving forward. The look in her brown eyes, is one that I have missed, one of pure fear. Not that she has any real fear of her Sir or her Master, but fear of what we will see fit to do to her. A fitting punishment for the meddling behavior that we thought had long ago vanished.
Grabbing up the blindfold, I make sure that I am the one who she sees put this on her. This is something that will push her further than we ever have. “Hush Pet, I know that you don’t like the gag, prod, and especially the blindfold. But this is not for your pleasure, this is a punishment that might be long overdue seeing that you have been meddling in other people’s shit. Not only do we walk in to find you in the midst of an argument between Niki and Master Theo, who might I remind you was the man that you ran to the night you snuck out of the house after the attack. The night I found out about baby Rebel. The night that I claimed you as mine. We find out from Peach that you have been mothering and meddling over the Subs here as well.”
“Little One, you are a wonderful wife, ol’ lady, and sub to us, don’t get us wrong- there has been no doubt in either of our minds since the day we collared you, put our ink to paper, and your beautiful skin.” Her Sir says running a hand over her dark hair, stopping on her spit covered chin. Pulling her face up to his he goes on slipping two fingers into the “O” of her mouth. “You, however, are not the boss and should not be doing anything without our say-so.” Fucking her mouth with his fingers he continues, “you are our Sub, we are the ones who decide all things concerning you and you will be reminded of that tonight.” Forcing his fingers all the way in, the spit running down her chin is close to reaching her chest. The sight is almost too much for me to take, the sounds of her gagging on his fingers causing any blood that is not already there to my cock.
Running my hands over the blindfold, I move closer to our wife. I slowly run the cool material over her skin, before placing a nip on her ear. Speaking slowly, the breath on her neck makes her shiver, “Our body to do what we want. You know what to do, if you need for us to halt, but please be sure that it is really your limit and not your fear taking hold.” Running the blindfold over her flesh again, I go on, “This gorgeous pale skin of yours will not be so for long. My whip and paddle will both be used hard tonight, and so will you my little Pet.”
Moving to the side of Pearl, I put the blindfold against her eyes. Slipping it around her head, tying it tightly before places a chaste kiss on her head. Stopping as I pull away, I lean in saying, “Our love for you will never waver, Pet. Don’t mistake that love for weakness. We are going to use this body like we haven’t before, don’t take any pleasure tonight Pet, your Master and your Sir’s cum will be the only cum tonight.”
Moving behind her I use a hard-sided paddle to warm the globes of her ass up. As I continue to slap at the reddening flesh, I see Abraham moving from the bed with the red prod in his hands. Pausing briefly, I notice the flick of light at the end of the prod before he runs it over our Pet’s breasts and stomach. Lighting the flesh of her thighs up, she jerks and groans with the shock. After one more shock to her other thigh, I move behind Pearl again.
Abraham and I take turns with our girl. As he is on his third round with the prod, I switch to my Whip, and the groans and jerks slow as our girl must be reaching nearer to subspace. Shaking my head at our girl’s reaction to this pain, I move in front of her ripping the blindfold from her eyes.
“This is not for your pleasure, Pet. Subspace is not happening for you during your punishment, stop fucking thinking it.” Turning, I glance at Abraham. “Let’s get her down and onto the bed, hands and knees. You can fuck her spread mouth while I light up her ass some more.” Running a hand over her reddened ass, I land a slap to it before reaching for the ties on her ankles. Loosening them as Abraham releases her wrists I make sure to move in behind her in case she is unsteady on her feet.
“Get over there, Pet.” Continuing to move behind her, I he
lp position her on the bed, as Abraham takes up his spot at the head of the bed after stripping outta his leathers and vest. Stroking his cock, he wastes no time burying himself inside our woman’s warm wet mouth.
Stepping back, I let my whip crack to the side, before bringing it down on Pearl’s thighs. The pace I set is punishing, giving her little pause before landing the next, and the next. By the time the punishment is over, I have landed twenty and the marks on her flesh have my cock ready to explode.
I waste no time stripping outta my leathers, and burying myself into our woman’s ass. As I fuck her ass hard, gripping her hips tight as I do so. The marks on her flesh are only making my movements more erratic. As I glance up to see Abraham, he is freeing himself from her mouth. He slowly moves his hand to the buckle on the gag and frees it from her mouth.
Sliding down the bed underneath Pearl, I smile with the thought of taking our woman together. Pausing for only a brief moment, I feel his cock slide into her cunt against the thin member that separates us. As we start to move together, the screams that had filled the room from the whip, morph into screams of pleasure as we all reach our orgasms together.
Moving onto the bed, I find myself running my hands over the marks that are now covering our Pet’s fleshing ass and thighs. Hearing the hiss coming from her, only has me continuing my touch. “You have this coming Pet. You took an orgasm that neither your Sir nor your Master wanted you to have. You will take my touch now, and it will remind you that everything you have, every tenderness you claim, every touch you receive, every mark you have, and every orgasm that your body earns is because we want it to be that way.”
Pulling my thoughts from that night, remembering that I thought as I finished that night, we could not have a harder session with our girl, a harder punishment for her disobedience. That couldn’t have been further from the truth. The session and punishment that we are about to give her will put the last to shame. Not knowing where she has been, if she was safe, and why the fuck she walked out on us, at a time when we were on lock-down. Brought back thoughts of the times she ran before. I knew in my heart that she hadn’t run again, but fuck I couldn’t stop those thoughts from coming and the punishment she receives reflects those thoughts.
The punishment that we inflict is one of the worst that I have ever doled out and I am sure the same is to be said for Abraham. It goes far beyond the one that we gave to her those months back after finding her meddling in Master Theo and Niki’s business. Business that now, leaves my thoughts wandering to Master Theo being involved with the Demon Riders as well.
As we leave her in bed to get ready for the ride home, a ride which I am going to make as painful as possible. Pearl will not soon forget the lesson that she has been taught today.
I made sure to reach out to Shadow, and make sure that he has a close watch on Master Theo, so when we get home we can ask him a few questions.
Chapter nineteen
~Heather
Seeing the way that Pearl is walking outta the house, leads me to believe her men went none too lightly on her ass for coming after me. When I see her walking towards Blazes bike, I wince in pain at the thoughts of her riding home. As I step towards her, I feel a hand on my shoulder stopping me.
Johnathan speaks low, “No, Little Spitfire, her Sir and her Master are doing what they see fit. There is nothing wrong with the punishment that they gave out and you well know it. You are trying to meddle and that is one of the things that Pearl got in trouble for and you well know it. Leave them to deal with her in the way that they see fit.”
Shaking him off, we get Wayne loaded into one of the vans, making sure he is drugged up, so that the uncomfortableness of sitting for the long ride is made bearable. He seems to be feeling no pain as I move to pick up the babies and get them loaded up. Except, I am beat to it by Gun, who already has Wyatt in his seat and is making quick work of getting Wynnie into hers as well.
Thanking him as he makes his way towards the bike, I make sure that the babies are safe and sound in their car seats, before making my way to the passenger seat. Johnathan is in the driver’s seat waiting on me. We have all the Devil’s Iron Brothers on bikes riding together to get us home safe, just as a precaution.
As we pull outta the safe house, the bikes riding with us surround us, and I feel the safest I have for days. Seeing the pain etched on Pearl’s face under the helmet she has found pushed onto her head, is something I hope subsides as the trip goes on.
As my thoughts drift from Pearl, I can’t help but wonder what happened to Wrangler and the other Demon Riders, but I know better than to ask questions. I know that if the Demon Riders haven’t been dealt with yet, they will be shortly and it puts my mind at ease.
Three hours into the trip, I hear the babies start to wake, and know that we will need to pull over so I can feed them. As Johnathan signals to Gun, we see an exit coming up and make our way to the small gas station and convenience store. Looking over, I see Pearl moving off Blaze’s bike and see the pain spread across her face. I don’t think that pain has eased up for her at all and again hope that changes as we continue on.
As I make my way back into the van, I reach out for Wynnie first and lower my shirt mere moments before she latches on. The smile that spreads wide across my face is matched by the one I see in Johnathan’s as he pokes his head into the van to check on us.
“You doing okay back here, Little Spitfire?” he says laying a hand on our feeding girl’s head.
“Yea, we’re good. Could you grab me a juice when you head into the store please?” Nodding his head, he turns to move to the store before I add, “and some snacks and candy?” The laughter that escapes him, has the grin on my face growing. It is matched by a laugh from the seat behind me.
“Wayne, your awake.” I say glancing back at the man I thought was taken from me.
“Spitfire, watching you feed our daughter, is something I don’t think that I could ever miss.” He says moving slightly as he tries to adjust in his seat, with a groan escaping him as he does so.
“Wayne, stop. Let me help you when I finish feeding Wynnie.” Hearing the cries rise up from Wyatt I think that he might not be waiting that long to be feed though.
“From the sounds of it, our boy over there is just as hungry as his sister is. I’ll get Bull to help me when he gets back in from your snack run. Now get back to feeding our babies, woman.” He says on a laugh as the grin spreads wide. I reach over to him with my free hand and hold tight to his uncasted hand.
“I love you Wayne,” squeezing his hand tight, “I am so happy to have you back with us. I thought we had lost you.”
“I made a promise to you once, Spitfire. I will always be here for you, Sophie, Johnathan, and that goes for the babies and any other family that we have.” As the tears start to fall, Wayne moves his casted hand slowly to try and wipe the tears away. His movements are awkward and pained but he refuses to stop. “Why are you crying?”
“Ugh, emotions are on a fucking roller coaster since I had the babies. Your words just brought them out.” Glancing down, I see Wynnie has passed out and move her back to her car seat. Moving over to Wyatt I undo his straps and take him out of his seat. Switching sides, I cover the side Wynnie had just feed on, and pull up my shirt on the opposite side.
Wyatt is just as quick to latch on, and is calmed down and eating within seconds. My head moves towards the shadow that has taken over the window. Fear takes over before I realize who it is. The look on my face registers with Wayne in a second, and his hand grabs for my shoulder.
“It’s okay, Heather, it’s just Johnathan with your snacks.” Realization hitting me takes the fear from my face as Wayne continues. “I told you no one is going to fucking hurt you again.” Looking out the window I barely hear the next words outta his mouth. “My father will fucking pay for that fear on your face.”
As Johnathan opens the door and sets the snacks down next to me, he kisses my exposed breast. “Nothing sweeter than watching you wit
h our babies.”
He hops up into the van, and moves behind me to help Wayne get adjusted in his seat. “Need some more of those pills Brother? I thought we gave you enough to have you passed out for most of the trip.”
“Nah Brother, I don’t want to be so fucking drugged up. This pain is nothing compared to what I have gone through. I need to keep my bearings so that I can work through some of the thoughts that have been running rampant. The dreams are no good for me,” reaching up he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, “I can’t imagine they have been very good for our woman either.”
“Wayne I thought you were gone and I got you back, Johnathan and the babies are safe and here with us and we are headed home to Sophie. I hope the nightmares are put to rest for good.”
Finishing up feeding the babies, I snuggle into Wayne for the next part of the trip. Trying to keep most of my body weight off him, but he just pulls me in closer, when I try. “You won’t hurt me Heather, I just need to feel you against me.” Settling into him, I doze off shortly after getting comfortable nestled against him.
The remainder of the trip goes by in much the same way. Every few hours we need to stop so I can feed the babies, and so Wayne can move around and get more comfortable. The pain on Pearl’s face never ceases, and the looks exchanged between her and her husbands are those of pure pain, disappointment, and unhappiness. I hope that those looks are quickly remedied for the woman who risked everything to save me.
Chapter twenty
~Pearl
As the ride home comes to an end, we exit the freeway near Chicago, I feel every part of my body ache. The twelve-hour trip turned to fourteen with the stops that were needed for Heather and the babies. I checked the bruises at one of the stops and knew they would be on my flesh for weeks.
Pulling into the clubhouse, I know that Blaze and Tank will be in Church as soon as possible, so I make my way off the bike and head right for the door. Making it to the door, I pull at the handle before a rough hand grabs at my arm. Spinning around I find myself face to face with Markus and his eyes are burning with anger.
