by Kim Knight
The door opened easily enough and it was clear that certain skills were never forgotten. She would have allowed herself a smile if her fear of being caught hadn’t overridden everything else. She went quickly to the desk and the cabinet beyond. Her shaking hands made her fumble the lock picks and she had to take a deep breath to calm herself. It was important to get done as quickly as possible, but equally as important that she left no evidence behind. If she didn’t stop her hands shaking then she would leave telltale scratches on the wood of the cabinet. Another deep breath and she got the door open. The DVD she wanted was in her line of sight and she slipped it easily from the pile. She had to use the picks again to lock the cabinet and then she hurried back out of the office, locking the door behind her. Her heart hammered against her chest - this was the most dangerous part, if she was caught with the DVD ... she forced that thought aside and hurried back to the bathroom. By the time she returned to Kate, she was breathing heavily and shaking uncontrollably as the tension flooded out of her. Kate took the DVD and kissed her gently on the lips.
‘Not long now,’ she whispered and smiled, but the smile never reached her eyes.
Kate helped her to wash and they hurried back to the room. They needn’t have worried about being missed. Marshall was still sitting in the armchair with his head back. Maria knelt in front of him, her head bobbing in his lap. Kate quietly closed the door behind her and it was clear that their entrance hadn’t been noticed because Maria’s muffled voice drifted over to them, ‘I love it when it’s just us,’ she told Marshall, ‘... the things you do to me.’ He groaned as her laugh tickled his cock. ‘Don’t you think it’s better, just the two of us?’
He lifted his head and stared at her as she sucked his cock deep into her mouth. ‘There’s some things that you won’t do ...’ he replied with a sigh.
She lifted her mouth from his cock and said with indignation, ‘I’ll do anything that wife of yours would do.’
Marshall laughed loudly, ‘Maria, darling, there’s no way you’d take a crop across the arse.’
She shuddered, ‘Well, no ... but the other whore can satisfy those needs.’
He glanced towards the door where Kate and Alex were standing and the look on his face suggested that he had known they were there the whole time. His eyes met his wife’s and they stared at each other across the divide. Alex watched them and a terrible coldness settled across her chest. She knew that if he said the right thing at that very moment, then the plan would be off and Kate would stay with the man she still loved. But his stare suddenly turned cold as he said, ‘Two whores are better than one and besides, I intend to get more ... perhaps start my own stable.’
Maria stared up at him as his gaze returned to her, ‘That’s interesting, I have been looking into getting my own slave.’
‘Is that right?’ he asked, bored, clearly eager for her to return to her previous activity.
‘Yes,’ she replied, her fingers playing at his shaft, ‘I’d break her and then I’d mark her ... a nice M, perhaps branded into her flesh.’
Marshall laughed, ‘You’re no Mistress Faith and there’s a reason that few slaves are branded ... few dominants have got the stomach for it.’
‘A tattoo then,’ Maria continued, unperturbed, ‘An ornate M on the groin and hip.’
He laughed again, ‘Damn it, Maria, have you ever had an original thought in your pretty head? We saw that in one of the Movie House films last week. She was tattooed with an S, remember?’
Maria huffed and returned her lips to his cock.
Kate stepped forward, ‘I heard that that slave is becoming a bit of a rising star.’
Maria turned quickly and glared at her, covering her surprise at seeing her with malicious anger, ‘And when would you have fucking heard anything? You never leave the house.’
‘Master Reece and his wife came over for dinner last week,’ Kate explained as she stepped further into the room.
Maria looked up at Marshall, ‘And you didn’t invite me?’
He shrugged and sighed, waving his hand at his cock, ‘Are you gonna fucking do what you’re actually good at or just fucking talk my dick off?’
Maria sat back on her haunches, ‘Get one of your whores to finish you off.’
‘For fuck’s sake,’ he sighed, tipping his head back. When he lifted his head again he waved at Kate, ‘Well, what the fuck are you waiting for?’
She went to him, Alex close at her heels. Alex stood to the side, her head bowed and hands behind her back as Kate went to work on his cock. Maria huffed again and then moved to slowly circle Alex. ‘I’d love to mark a slave ... not necessarily my initial but something more ... permanent.’ Her finger tips stroked Alex’s breast, her meaning clear.
‘Maybe when you get your own whore you can mark her as you please,’ Kate told her, turning from her Master’s cock, ‘until then, get your hands off my slave.’
She gasped as Marshall suddenly grabbed her head and pulled her mouth back to his cock, pushing her down hard until she gagged. When he was satisfied that his message had been understood, he released her head and leant back again, glaring at Maria.
Maria was silent for a moment before she slowly moved to the side of the room and retrieved two strap on dildos. She fastened one around her waist and then threw the other at Alex. Once it was in place, Maria waved towards Kate, ‘Go and show her a good time ...’ she looked at Marshall, ‘... with your permission?’
‘Are you going to fuck her?’
‘I was thinking about it ... where would you prefer?’
‘Start with her pussy ...’ he replied, letting the sentence trail off.
Alex knelt behind Kate and positioned the dildo at her wet opening. Slowly she moved forward, sliding the phallus into her, inch by inch. Kate groaned against her Master’s cock as she was filled, wriggling her hips back to take as much of the dildo as she could. Alex had thrust the dildo a few times before she felt herself being filled. She sighed as her sore pussy was spread by the thick, fake cock but there was no denying the reaction of her body. She gasped as Maria grabbed her hips, her nails digging into the flesh. She was fucked harshly, each thrust pushing her deeper and harder into Kate who gasped and groaned against her Master’s cock. Behind her, she could hear Maria growing more and more aroused with each moment as the three people in front of her moaned with approaching climax. Suddenly Alex cried out, arching her back as Maria’s nails dug into her shoulder blades. She struggled and sobbed as her skin was torn by the nails that were dragged down her back. Her violent movements drove Kate wild and she climaxed noisily, choking and gasping as Marshall quickly followed. Maria’s fingers reached her buttocks and she sobbed as the sensitive flesh was scored by her nails. Her entire back stung and burnt, the skin feeling strangely tight.
‘Very nice,’ whispered Maria as she lifted her bloodied nails and studied them. ‘Now, turn around and shove that cock up my pussy.’
Alex did as she was told and heard Kate gasp as she saw the scratches down her back. Kate must have said something to Marshall because he said something abrupt, ending with, ‘... she just got carried away, that’s all.’
If Kate chose to say anymore, Alex didn’t hear it as Maria’s cries of climax echoed loudly in her ears.
Out
They stared at the DVD that lay on the coffee table, neither of them speaking. There wasn’t anything to say - for now they just had to wait. It was a few minutes later that the doorbell rang and Alex went to answer it. Maria greeted her with a sneer and pushed past to go into the living room where Kate was waiting for her.
‘What?’ Maria sighed and slumped into an armchair, ‘I was busy at the club when you called.’
‘Doing what?’
‘None of your business,’ Maria replied nastily and glanced at Alex as she moved in front of her, ‘She’s healed up nicely.’
Kate beckoned Alex to come over and kneel beside her. Kate’s fingers played idly with the healing scratches on her back as she lifted the TV remote and switched it on. ‘I’d like you to watch something.’
‘I hope it’s porn,’ Maria laughed and stared hungrily at Alex, ‘It might make my visit worthwhile.’ She turned towards the TV and instantly tensed as the image flickered into life. The screen showed a shot of the main room in the club but it was bright and airy, empty but for three people - one of them was Maria. Her voice echoed loudly from the TVs surrounding speakers, ‘Just trust me ... once I get that bitch of a wife out the way, I’ll make a move on Gary and we’ll get this club right out from under him. He won’t even know what hit him and then you can start to get yourself back where you belong.’
Kate lifted the remote and paused the footage before pointing at the screen, ‘That is who I think it is, right?’
Alex stared at the screen and the older man that Kate was directing to. She had no idea who he was but he looked scary.
‘It’s bad enough that you are trying to con Gary out of his club ... but to involve him?’ Kate shook her head, ‘How low can you fucking get?’
Maria glared at her but there was fear in her eyes. ‘What do you want?’
‘I’d like you to get fucking lost,’ she announced in reply.
Maria laughed nervously, ‘Do you know what he will do to me if I don’t complete my end?’
‘Yes, I do,’
Alex looked sharply at Kate, she had never heard her speak like that, her tone chilled her.
‘What he will do to you is exactly the reason you are going to do what I want,’ Kate continued and at Maria’s confused frown she explained, ‘You said that you wanted me out of the way ... away from the interests of the club so that you could con Gary without my interference. Well, I’m going to give you more than you bargained for.’ She turned the DVD off and stared at the black screen for a moment before turning back to Maria, ‘I’m leaving Gary and you’re going to make sure he lets me go.’
Maria’s relief turned quickly back to fear, ‘How the fuck am I supposed to do that?’
‘I’m sure you’ll think of something. A year - that’s all I need. One year and I’ll be gone for good.’
‘And what happens after a year?’
‘I destroy my copy of the DVD and you can make your move on the club.’ Maria’s eyes flicked to the DVD on the table and Kate nodded, ‘Just to prove that the one over there isn’t the only copy.’
Maria continued to stare at the DVD and slowly rubbed her hands together. Eventually she nodded, knowing full well that she was trapped. ‘Alright, it’s a deal.’ She looked up and the familiar harshness returned to her eyes, ‘But you leave tonight.’
‘There’s nothing to keep me here.’
Maria stood and reached for the DVD on the table. Kate let her take it and handed the remote to Alex. ‘Take that one out and put it upstairs in my room.’
‘Yes, Miss.’ She took the DVD with her and as she went upstairs, she heard the two women talking. Her legs felt like lead as she climbed the stairs, her stomach rolling with nauseous anxiety.
It was perhaps thirty minutes later that Kate entered the bedroom and started to pack her things. She didn’t look at Alex or speak to her, just packed in silence while Alex knelt at the end of the bed with her head bowed.
Eventually, Alex broke the silence, ‘I know you’re not taking me with you.’
Kate froze, her back to Alex. She didn’t respond.
‘You never planned to take me.’
Kate turned slowly, her expression suggesting that she was contemplating lying but stopped herself. ‘I have to leave you behind, Gary will ... need someone.’
‘I’ll stay long enough to make sure that he has forgotten about you, then I’m gone.’
Kate nodded slowly and turned back to her packing. She didn’t speak again until she was finished and had taken her bags downstairs. ‘It’s best if I don’t tell you where I’m going,’ she said softly.
Alex swallowed, ‘Yes ... but that won’t stop him, will it?’
‘I wish there was another way,’
Alex stared at her and saw the truth in her eyes. She gave a small smile, ‘I love you, you know that, don’t you?’
Kate nodded, ‘A slave often loves their first true dominant ...’ She sighed and Alex knew that she was thinking about Gary. Slowly, she looked up at Alex, but clearly could think of nothing to say so she nodded towards the dungeon doorway.
‘Yes, Miss.’ Alex whispered.
Kate chained her, arms and legs spread, into the upright frame. Then, before gagging her, she gave her a deep, passionate kiss. Alex watched her, tears stinging her eyes as Kate retrieved a thin crop. She stared into Alex’s eyes as she lifted the crop. She lashed her breasts several times, swinging her hand back and forth, drawing vicious welts across her flesh. When she was done, she cast the crop aside and lifted her handbag to retrieve something from within. She moved the piece of paper towards Alex’s marked breast. Alex tensed and closed her eyes as the tip of the pin pushed into her flesh. Then she screamed against the gag as the pin pressed deeper, holding the paper in place. Kate studied her for a moment, watching the tears streak lines down her cheeks. Then she turned and left, without looking back.
***
‘Where is she?’
Alex slowly opened her eyes. She had heard him enter but had kept her eyes shut, putting off the inevitable even as he removed the gag.
‘Answer me, slut.’ His harsh words were accompanied by harsh actions as he snatched the paper from her breast, making her cry out. He ran his finger across the drip of blood, smearing the red across her skin. ‘She did this to you to make me think that you had no knowledge of what she was doing ...’ he licked her blood from his fingertip, ‘... but I know better.’ He stared into her eyes, letting her stare back so he could gauge her reaction, ‘She liked you.’
The tears that had welled in her eyes spilled over as she blinked and her eyes quickly filled up again.
‘She used to say how well you were doing ... how well your training was going ...’ he wiped a tear from her cheek as he had the drop of blood, ‘... at first I thought it was because she was trying to save herself from a whipping, but as time I went on it became clear ... she really liked you.’
Alex’s lip quivered as she bit back a sob.
‘But that doesn’t make sense, does it? I mean, if she liked you, why leave you here ... with me?’
Alex cleared her throat, ‘Master, I don’t know.’
‘You don’t know?’ he asked quietly, ‘Are you answering my last question or the first one?’
Alex frowned, ‘Master?’
His lips curled dangerously, ‘Where is she?’
‘Master, I swear, I don’t know.’
Slowly, he lifted the gag that hung from his hand. He studied it for a moment before looking back into her eyes, ‘I am going to put this back on and you will not be able to tell me what you know ... not until I am ready to hear you.’ He studied her, ‘Speak now and save yourself from that.’
Alex cleared her throat, ‘Master, I swear, I don’t -’ Before she could say anything else he had pushed the ball of the gag back into her mouth and fastened the strap around her head.
He whipped her mercilessly, striking her breasts, stomach and thighs. She screamed against the gag, the pain made all the worse because she knew that there would be no release at the end of it. She was not his slave - she was his prisoner and he would interrogate and torture her until he got what he wanted. Alex sobbed against the gag, tears streaming down her cheeks.
She gasped and moaned as the gag was removed, ‘Master, please ... I swear ...’
‘Silence!’ he yelled angrily as he unfastened her wrists and ankl
es. She slumped against him but he pushed her away angrily, spinning her round and refastening her in the frame, her back, still marked with Maria’s scratches, was stretched before him. He dropped the gag on the floor and kicked it away, lifting the whip and running it gently across her shoulder blades, igniting the nerve endings. It was a nasty trick and Alex knew that it would make the blows to follow all the more painful. She quivered as the whip stroked her lower back and then her buttocks and thighs.
There was a moment’s pause and Alex closed her eyes, clenching her fists.
The whip sliced diagonally across her back, searing her flesh and making her toss her head back as she cried out, thrusting her wounded breasts against the wall. The next blow cut across the other, slicing her back in the other direction. And then the blows fell too fast to tell one from the other. Soon she was screaming and begging for mercy.
‘Mercy?’ he snarled, ‘You want fucking mercy?’ He beat her several times, his fury driving the whip into her flesh and drawing beads of blood to the surface. ‘She is my wife! My fucking wife!’ His voice broke for an instant but his anger returned, ‘My slave! She betrayed me and I will make her pay!’ He beat her again, perhaps forgetting who was tied in the frame. Once his fury had calmed a little he lowered the whip and started on her buttocks. ‘Where is she?’
‘I don’t know ...’ she whispered.
Blows criss-crossed her buttocks.
‘Where is she?’
‘I don’t ...’ she whispered but the whip brought the next words as a scream, ‘... know! Master! I don’t know!’
Time lost all meaning, there was only the pain.
He must have turned her around again because, through her misted vision, she saw someone standing beside her Master.
‘You’re tired, let me take over.’
Alex lifted her head to watch as her Master turned to Maria. He studied her in silence for several moments. Sweat rolled down his face and broad chest and he wiped it from his eyes before nodding slowly. ‘You have an hour ...’ he announced and turned back to Alex, ‘... and then you will serve me properly.’
