Master Alexander came back with a cool box and, Fiona noticed, his wicked grin. Fiona looked at Emma who looked as worried as she felt, and with good reason. The Doms began to play. She was told Master Ruari would entertain her for the first half hour. Master Alexander would then take over.
First Master Ruari inserted Ben Wa balls into her pussy and told her she had to keep them in as she walked to the other end of the terrace. It was not easy, and Fiona struggled to clench her internal muscles as she waddled at first in ungainly fashion along the terrace. Then the balls began to work their magic, and the feelings were well worth it. The balls inside the balls moved and vibrated as she walked, and soon she was wet and aroused. She saw some folded towels spread over the picnic tables for their comfort so they wouldn’t get hurt on the wood, and so she leaned over and allowed Master Ruari to secure her hands to the rings set on the legs.
All power of thought left her. Master Ruari removed the balls, and although she hadn’t wanted them inside her cunt at first, as he bent over and removed them, she whined and earned a smart smack on her bottom. She felt him open her labia with one strong hand, and he licked and sucked her clit into his mouth. He started to suck her clit and flicked it with his tongue, never quite enough to make her come.
“Oh please, oh please,” she begged and got another couple of swats on her bottom and heard him chuckle.
“Naughty little pet, you should not have been so cheeky to your Doms. Now you will have to wait for a whole hour to get an orgasm,” he said.
He took his mouth away, and she tried not to protest as she didn’t want any more swats on her bottom, but almost at once, his warm, soft, wet mouth was replaced by a cold, hard glass dildo on her clit.
“Oh my God!” She squealed, trying to avoid the dildo seeking entrance to her pussy. Inexorably the cold instrument penetrated her cunt, and he found her G-spot, rubbing the cold dildo over it time and again. The feeling was almost too much to bear.
“The cold in my cunt. Please,” she said. It was cold but she soon got used to it and began to enjoy the sensation, Soon the pleasure was so intense she lost her power to think. She had never felt anything like it in her life. The dildo gradually warmed up as it was pumped in and out, slowly at first then with increasing speed. Fiona moaned as her arousal mounted. She panted, mewled, and squirmed, but Master Ruari held her in place as he continued to pump it in and out of her. She began to feel the tingles of her orgasm approaching and tried to conceal it from Master Ruari or she knew he’d deny her. She heard Emma, still suffering the same sweet torture nearby. Fiona could hear her moans and a scream. She clenched the muscles of her cunt around the warming dildo as he continued to stroke it in and out of her pussy. She was going to come. And she gave a little crow of triumph.
“Oh yes!”
That was her undoing. He heard it and the dildo was taken out. Oh shit! I was so close so fucking close! But she didn’t say that out loud.
Master Ruari chuckled and said, “Nice try, pet, but you still have a long time to go yet.” He began to kiss and lick all the way from her neck and the pulse point he found there, down her back and as far as her bottom.
“This delicious little bottom. How good it will be to get my cock inside of it and fuck you until you come!”
He nipped each globe of her bottom just enough for a bite of pain but not to hurt her, and she squealed. He took each cheek in one large hand and caressed, then kneaded firmly. He pressed his fingers into her pussy and withdrew them, covered in her cream, licking it off with a loud smacking of his lips.
“Mm. How delicious. Your cream tastes like honey,” he said and dipped back inside her labia for more.
She was hot. She wriggled against his fingers and panted. She needed to come, and she moaned and begged for release.
“I need to come now. Please fuck my pussy and make me come now. I need your cock inside me. Please, oh please,” she begged and pleaded to no avail.
Although he returned to fuck the dildo in and out and over her G-spot again, he brought her close many times, but never let her go over the edge, leaving her panting and moaning, “Oh God, oh please, Master Ruari, please make me come. I can’t stand anymore.” But still he did not let her come. He kept up the erotic torture for the full half hour. Then he released her hands and carefully rubbed her wrists. He handed her over to Master Alexander who had a smug smile on his face as he said, “I enjoyed that spectacle, my pet.”
Fiona had seen him watching her as his brother pleasured her, and the anticipation in his eyes now made her wonder what he was going to do to her. It didn’t take long for her to find out. He had her lie down on her back on the table. Emma and Master Eric were nowhere in sight, but Master Ruari was standing to one side, ready to watch in his turn. Master Alexander leaned over and licked her left breast. He licked all the way under it, up the side and over the top. He licked and nibbled and sucked lightly. She wanted him to get to her nipple quickly, but no matter how she arched her back and offered her nipple to him, he just smiled and continued to make her wait. He was taking his own sweet time. She was panting again, moaning and threshing her head from side to side.
“How beautiful you look in your arousal. I want to take my time and get you really wet and needy.”
Then at last he took her little pebbled nipple into his hot mouth, and holding it between his teeth, he flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth until she screamed. He released it with a pop.
“I love the taste of your breasts. Shall I try the other one now or…”
“Please, oh please, let me come,” she begged. He chuckled, bending to her right breast, repeating the sweet torment. He suckled hard on her right breast, and she tried to come up off the table, but he held her down. Then he released her nipple, and far too slowly for her liking, he pressed hot, wet kisses down her body over her stomach, and she stilled as he got closer and closer to her pussy. Her hands were balled into fists, and she was tense. She willed him to go lower and take her clit. He then slipped one strong finger between the slick folds of her pussy and fondled her clit. At last! She squirmed and moaned, and he rubbed his finger over her clit until at last, she began to feel tingles in her fingers and toes again. But he took his finger away, and she could have killed him.
“Oh please, Master Alexander. I need to come. Please fuck me now. I need your cock inside my cunt.”
He chuckled again. The bastard! But she heard him say. “Needy little darling, you are about to get what you have earned so beautifully.”
She heard him tear open a condom packet, and he was inside taking her hard and fast.
“Yes, fuck me harder. Fuck me faster. I need your cock deep inside me now!”
Just as she wanted. Just as she needed. He pumped his huge, erect cock into her swollen and wet cunt. He connected with her G-spot, and she panted, not being able to breathe. This was ecstasy. His fingers found her clit, pressing and pinching and she was lost. A wave of pleasure swelled until it swept her away, and she screamed his name. She saw him smile above her, and he continued to stimulate her clit, pinching the little pearl between thumb and forefinger until she rode out another deep orgasm. As her muscles clenched on his cock, his hips bucked, and he roared as he came deep inside her.
“Fuck. She is wonderful. Her cunt is milking my cock dry!”
When she saw he had recovered himself sufficiently, he pulled out of her and held her against his chest and petted her. She loved these moments with them. They never failed to praise and pet her and see to her comfort. Rubbing her back in small circles, he kissed and nibbled at her neck, placing butterfly kisses on her nose and her eyelids.
He and his brother helped her indoors and upstairs to the bathroom where they ran a bath, helped her into it, and bathed her gently, paying attention to her breasts and pussy. They lifted her out of the bath and dried her in the soft, fluffy towels they had warmed. She felt so special and cared for, and tears came to her eyes at the difference between these men and Gordon. But she woul
dn’t think of him now. He had no place in her mind. All she could think of, all she would think of was her twin Scotsmen.
Chapter Ten
Master Ruari finished patting her dry, taking her hand and leading her into the bedroom.
“We would like to shave you, if you don’t mind. We’d love to be able to see your bare pussy. It makes oral sex so much better for you, too. You will feel the pleasure so much more keenly. Are you happy for us to do it?”
Fiona had trimmed her pubic hair herself since she ran away. Gordon had not liked her even to cut it. He liked to use it to hurt her and restrain her. Well, fuck him. If these two delicious twins wanted to give her a spa treatment, she wasn’t going to argue. She replied, “Yes, I am happy for you to shave me, Masters.”
Master Alexander had placed a towel on the bed with a plastic sheet under it. He explained in great detail what he was going to do. He had a bowl of scented shaving soap and a badger bristle shaving brush. As he explained to her, the bristles were the best available. Master Ruari went to fetch two bowls of warm water, the razor, a flannel, and some towels. Master Alexander took some small scissors and trimmed her curls. She noticed he didn’t discard her trimmed locks, and wondered what he was going to do with them as Master Ruari carried them carefully, wrapping them up and putting them away.
“She’s so neatly trimmed now I think we can just get on and shave her, don’t you?” he asked.
Master Alexander agreed. He began to make a lather with the brush and gently spread it over her mound and trimmed pubic hair. He swirled the brush around and around, covering all the hair with scented foam from the soap. He took a new razor and very carefully began to shave her. From time to time, he rinsed the razor in one of the bowls and asked for more soapy foam. When all the hair had been removed, he took a flannel from the second bowl of warm water and carefully cleaned off the remaining soap. With a soft towel he patted her dry, and his brother took an antiseptic cream and smoothed it gently over her skin then leaned down and blew gently over her labia. “When we take you next, your pussy will feel so much more sensitive,” he said.
“We shall do this every couple of days, now, or it will be really uncomfortable. We can use different soap if you don’t like this one. We will put some moisturiser on your pussy tonight before bed. This antiseptic cream is a preventative measure in case there has been a small nick, but Master Alexander is very skilled.”
She was amazed and delighted they had taken so much trouble and had been so gentle with her. They had explained what they were going to do, and she had felt no fear or discomfort at all. When her hand strayed down to her pussy, it was softer than she expected, and she felt the touch of her hand so much more than before. She wondered what it would be like when they fucked her and looked forward to finding out. They helped her off the bed and cleared up while she got into a soft robe they had warmed for her.
Soon she was sitting by Emma on the sofa with a cup of tea in her hand while three Doms, with smug expressions on their faces, prepared lunch for them. She felt more relaxed now and ready to face what she knew would be coming.
Chapter Eleven
On the hill overlooking Master Angus’s property, Gordon Pattinson and Jackson had watched the whole episode. Jackson had broken into Emma’s house, but when they examined the laptop he brought back, it had nothing of use to Gordon. It did not have details of her bank accounts, or a list of her friends, as he had hoped it might. There was not a bloody thing he did not know about her already, and he had hurled it to the ground and jumped up and down on it until it was a total wreck. He was furious. She had no right to be with them and no right to enjoy what those bastards had done to her. She was his and would suffer for all she had made him do to follow and find her, and boy would he enjoy that!
They would stay on that hill until she left, then follow her and get her. He smiled in anticipation. They settled down to wait. It was not comfortable as rocks stuck into tender parts of his anatomy. All this was going to be added to her account. He wanted to hear her screams of agony as he took her back hole this time with no lubrication at all. So what if she’d bled and been sore for a week or so? She’d recovered hadn’t she? She owed it to him. She owed him more than that now, and he was going to beat her until she passed out for all the things she had done with those two and more because she had enjoyed it. She had no right to enjoy it. He enjoyed it. She suffered for his enjoyment, and she was going to suffer even more when he got his hands on her again. He’d teach her to run away from him. That thought kept him going as they waited on the cold hillside.
The five of them left at 9:30 p.m. She drove another girl, and one of the big men drove the other two. When they had gone inside, Gordon and Jackson crept into the car park, leaving their car on the road, ready for a quick getaway. They settled down to wait until she came out. It was 10:00 p.m. when they went into the club, and Gordon thought they’d be out in a few of hours but did not want to go and eat and risk missing her. That was another black mark she had, and she would pay him back in full for them all and very soon now. He licked his lips in anticipation.
* * * *
Fiona was tired after all the excitement of the day, so they decided to leave at midnight, a couple of hours before the club closed. As Fiona was leaving with the two Doms, Master Eric called, “Hang on a minute, I need a word with you both.”
“Wait there, we won’t be long. Don’t go outside alone,” Master Alexander said to her.
She was tired. She wanted nothing more than to get in the car, get to bed and sleep. Why couldn’t Master Eric wait until tomorrow? Master Alexander was being high-handed. She thought he was being overcautious, too. After all, the car park was small and covered by CCTV cameras. What could possibly happen to her there? So, she took no notice of what he said. She would just go out into the fresh air and wait for them outside. She opened the door and walked over to her car.
* * * *
Gordon, with his hood up and a Maggie Thatcher mask over his face, threw a folded blanket over the broken glass on the wall of the club. Did the fools think that was enough to keep me or anyone else out? Next he sprayed paint over the lens of the CCTV camera. He saw her come out of the club. His luck was in, she was alone. He watched as Jackson grabbed her from behind and placed one hand over her mouth.
“Hello, bitch! You thought you’d get away from me, did you? Here comes retribution!” Gordon said.
First, he took a knife to her clothes, so what if it nicked her skin? She had it coming. The bitch struggled against Jackson, but he held her tight.
Gordon punched her in the stomach, snarling.
“Be still, stupid cunt, or it will be the worse for you. Those scars on your arms will be the least of your worries.”
As he spoke he trailed the knife along the side of her neck and down to her breasts, sticking the point into her flesh just below the nipple. She must have felt the trickle of blood because she froze. She was afraid of him still then! That was something!
“I could take this nipple as a souvenir. Then your new boyfriends wouldn’t look twice at you.”
Gordon knew he had terrified her with his threats. She believed he might do it. It might even be amusing to cut her up a bit. He couldn’t believe that the stupid bitch still struggled to get free. Luckily, Jackson held on tight. There was fight in the bitch though. He enjoyed it when she fought. It was all the more amusing when she realised she could not get the better of him. She brought her knee up fast and connected with his balls. He backed away, clutching himself in agony and moaning. Luckily, he had read her intent. She hadn’t caught him the crippling blow she had intended. He managed to get back on his feet. She was going to pay for that little trick. “Move your arm off her face,” he said.
As Jackson complied, Gordon struck a hard blow to the side of her head. It was so hard it hurt his hand, something else to add to her final account. That stupid Jackson didn’t have a tight enough hold on her, and the blow knocked her into her car. The alarm went
off, making a hell of a noise. It would bring attention he didn’t want. He watched her slither down the side of the door to the ground, trying to protect her head. He and Jackson got in some kicks before he heard the doors open and men come running out. He and Jackson ran off. They made the car tyres spin as they sped away.
* * * *
Masters Alexander, Ruari, and Eric ran into the car park. Master Alexander called Fiona’s name, but she didn’t answer. Eric went to the entrance of the car park and saw the brake lights of a car speeding away. He said he didn’t manage to read the number plate. Ruari and Alexander began to look for her, calling her name as they searched. Alexander went to her car and found her in a heap on the floor. She wasn’t conscious and he didn’t want to move her. He sent Ruari for a blanket to cover her and phoned for an ambulance. When it came the flashing blue lights lit up the small car park and the pathetic little figure on the floor. The police, who had arrived at the same time, set about investigating the incident. Alexander explained what had happened and the paramedics got her into the ambulance and off to the hospital.
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