by M T Stone
I can do this. I’m strong. He’s not going to break me. I tried to flood my mind with positive thoughts, but there was already too much adrenaline coursing through my veins. I can’t catch my breath. I was able to shift my position just enough to release a bit of pressure that had been on my rib cage. That’s a little better.
Unfortunately, Sapphire was standing there watching me as I repositioned. She moved in closer and came to a stop right in between my outstretched legs. I have to admit, she looked pretty amazing with her long blonde hair, studded collar, and black leather suit that covered her from head to toe. She definitely looks intimidating right now.
“It looks like someone’s restraints are a bit too loose,” she taunted as she grabbed the rope that was tied to my left thigh and gave it a tug.
“No, ma’am,” I replied, hoping that she would leave the rest alone.
“I just saw you move and my subs don’t move,” she snarled in my ear as she reached for the rope securing my other thigh and gave it a tug as well.
“Ouch!” I screamed out as the rope bit into my sunburned leg.
“I think someone needs a ball gag,” she said scornfully, the result of me inadvertently screaming in her ear. She grabbed one from her pocket and slid it over my head, pushing the ball deep into my mouth.
I instinctively used my lips and teeth to push the ball back out, much to her displeasure.
“I’ve got a fix for that,” she seethed, tying a cord the back of the gag and cinching it to the table behind me. “Now, I think you’re ready.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I tried to say despite choking on my own spit.
“Call me ‘master,’” Sapphire demanded as she came nose to nose with me.
“Yes, master,” I complied.
I can do this. I’m strong. I won’t let her break me.
Chapter 17
Gunner
I felt an overwhelming sense of guilt as I reluctantly traded subs with Sapphire. I hadn’t gotten overly detailed when I warned of what was about to happen to her. I hadn’t wanted her to spend the entire week worrying. Sapphire had been trying to pressure me into a relationship ever since I completed my initial training with her. Over the past few years, we had hooked up on several occasions, but I knew deep down that it would never work out.
A few months ago, Carter caught us in one of the hot tubs at the mansion. After that incident he warned both of us, so I made it clear to Sapphire that any further activities would be restricted to the dungeon. Needless to say, she was rather unhappy with my decision. To stoke the fire even more, Sapphire had been in the editing bay the previous Sunday when Joey was working on Raven’s first two videos. According to him, she got more and more agitated as she watched our onscreen performances. I’m sure she could tell how I felt about her and she must have gone to Carter to express her concerns. That has to be the real reason he switched us tonight. I really wish I were the one being punished, instead of Raven.
“You must be Amber,” I stated the obvious as I walked into the room. “How did two nice girls like you and Raven end up in a place like this?”
“Primarily out of boredom… and a little curiosity.” She laughed, fidgeting in her cuffs.
She was strapped into the same chair that Raven had been in her first night. She had long, beautiful legs like Raven, but a much fairer skin tone. Her cute little freckles looked as if they had been carefully sprinkled across her body.
“I love your puffy nipples,” I told her as I rolled one of them between my fingers.
“You are really sexy, too. No wonder Raven likes you,” she said returning my compliment.
A loud scream broke the silence and I knew immediately it was Raven. This isn’t fair. She and I have been forming a bond of trust and this will fuck it all up.
“That was Raven wasn’t it?” Amber asked as I placed a suction cup on her nipple.
“Yeah, she’s going to have a tough night,” I replied as her nipple was sucked into the cup.
“My god that hurts.” Amber gave me a scolding look.
“This is only the beginning, doll.” I placed an identical one on the other nipple and pumped that one up just as tight.
Amber was a sweet, personable redhead who was looking for a little adventure, but my thoughts were completely consumed by the dark haired woman in the room next door. Over the course of the next hour, I brought Amber to several orgasms, but the whole time I was wishing that I was next door with Raven instead.
Raven
I can do this. She won’t hurt me. I’m strong enough to take it. My stream of positive thoughts continued as Sapphire’s heels clicked across the floor. I turned my head to the left as much as I could. I could just barely see what she was doing. She had picked up a flogger, but Carter pointed to something hanging on the wall. What the fuck is he doing? My heart skipped a beat when I saw that it was a whip.
“He must really have it in for you,” Sapphire seethed. “Do you know what this is?”
“No, master,” I struggled to say. Fucking ball gag.
“It’s called the Scorpion,” she replied with an evil smirk. “Have you ever been bitten by a scorpion?”
“No.” I once again felt tears pushing into the corners of my eyes.
“A sunburn, damp skin, and the scorpion.” She shook her head. “He’s got one hell of an imagination. I would never dream of doing this to someone as pretty as you.”
She cracked the whip and the tip actually left a mark on the table next to me. She better not hit me with that or I’m going to… The whip cracked again and this time a sharp pain ripped through my left hand. Son of a bitch that hurt! I groaned loudly, keeping my words to myself.
“Do you want me to use this on your bottom?” she whispered in my ear as she came around to the side of the table.
“No, master,” I replied, my left hand continuing to throb.
“Would you like to be flogged or caned instead?”
After thinking for a split second, I decided to take a calculated risk saying, “I would like to be caned, master.” My sincere hope was that she would do the opposite of what I asked.
“Why would anyone choose to be caned instead of flogged?” she questioned, trailing the tip of the scorpion up and down my thighs. “You aren’t trying to trick me, are you, Raven?”
Are all of these people fucking mind readers? Maybe I should stop trying to outsmart them. “No, master,” I muttered, feeling sick at the thought of being caned by her.
“Even though you are trying to steal my boyfriend, I’m not going to use the cane on you,” she said in a vindictive tone. “I am going to flog the hell of you, though.”
My mind was trying to process everything when another crack of the scorpion split the air and a searing pain shot through my other hand and up my arm. Son of a bitch! God dammit!
“Don’t I get a thank you for going easy on you?” she demanded, placing her fists on her hips.
“Thank you, master! I’m sorry, master!” I pleaded. My right hand was now throbbing just as bad as the left one.
“That’s better. You better start being more grateful you boyfriend stealing bitch. Otherwise I’ll use that scorpion on your ass!”
“Yes, master.” I definitely didn’t want the scorpion, especially since she didn’t know that I was unable to use my safe word. Once again, I sat there listening to the click of her heels and yet again I saw Carter say something to her. I’m going to get even with that son of a bitch one day.
“This one is from the boss,” she smiled, before hitting me directly between the legs with the flogger.
“Thank you, master,” I gasped, completely taken by surprise. The pain emanated all the way up through my abdomen. I’m going to kick that little bastard in the nuts. I made a mental note as Sapphire began to slap my ass with her flogger.
The sting of the flogger against my sensitive skin made me grateful that she wasn’t using a cane or the scorpion. I began to focus my attention on how I was going to torture Cart
er. I was hoping that it would give me the level of distraction I needed in order to make it through my first real level of punishment. She continued to slap my ass cheeks, going back and forth between them. The pain continued to grow with each slap and I released a groan each time she took a stroke. This isn’t so bad. I can handle it.
“Ow! Fuck!” I screamed into the ball gag as she took several strokes against my va-jay-jay. That hurts like a son of a bitch!
“Open your eyes,” she demanded. “I want you to look at me the whole time.”
“Yes, master.” She set down the flogger and picked up a set of chopsticks.
What the hell is she going to do with those? Even though I was confused, I honestly felt somewhat relieved. Chopsticks seemed pretty benign compared to many of the other tools that she had at her disposal.
“I think you are going to like this,” she cooed, slipping a blindfold over my eyes.
Being blindfolded with Gunner was quite erotic because for whatever reason, I trusted that he wasn’t going to hurt me. Sapphire, however, was apparently jealous of how much time Gunner and I had been spending together, so being blindfolded with her was absolutely terrifying. The fact that Carter was in the room seemed to double my anxiety level. My heart was pounding so hard that I could feel it in my throat by the time one of the chopsticks began probing the arch of my foot. Oh shit! I immediately knew that she intended to arouse the most sensitive areas of flesh that she could find.
“I’m betting you have sensitive feet,” she taunted, randomly poking the sole of my left foot.
I released a muffled scream as the intensity of the sensation completely overwhelmed my senses. My feet had always been so sensitive that I couldn’t stand to have them tickled. In fact, my immediate fear was that I could possibly wet myself. How embarrassing would that be in front of thousands of people? I know Carter would probably love to see that happen… but it won’t. I tried desperately to think of something… anything …to distract myself as she continued to prod the arch of my left foot with that damn stick. Please stop, please stop, kept going through my mind.
Just when I approached the point of losing all control, she stopped. Thank god! I heard her snicker. I’m sure she could tell by my reactions that she was absolutely killing me. Then I felt that damn stick drag across the bottom of my right foot. I’m going to lose it!
“You act as if you don’t like this,” she said after only a few seconds.
“I don’t, master.” I gasped, choking once again on the ball gag.
“Then why are you dripping wet?” she asked in an authoritarian tone. I could feel the tip of the stick probing between my lips.
“I don’t know, ma’am.”
“I think you are lying to me again!” she shouted. “On top of that you didn’t call me ‘master’!”
“I’m sorry, master,” I tried to quickly correct myself.
“I thought the boss was being too tough on you, but I guess he was right.”
I cringed as I heard her heels clicking across the floor again. At this point, I felt as if I could’ve jumped right out of my skin. I have to slow my breathing. Focus on breathing, I told myself after realizing that I was nearing a full-blown panic attack. I continued to talk myself through it while trying to ignore any sounds going on around me. In fact, I was so distracted that I didn’t hear what she said upon her return.
“Answer me!” she demanded. A scorching blast of pain shot through my right inner thigh.
Oh my god. My eyes instantly flooded with tears and my mind snapped to attention. What did she ask me? I wasn’t sure if I should ask that question or not. I didn’t want to infuriate her any further.
“Answer me!” she screamed even louder. The next blistering stab of pain shot through my left inner thigh.
Fuck! What the hell is she doing to me?
“I’m sorry, master. I didn’t hear what you asked.”
“You call me ‘master,’ but you aren’t even listening to me? What the hell is going through that pretty little head of yours?”
“I don’t know, master.” I sobbed, trying to regain control of myself.
“You’re pathetic. I think you need one of those right here,” she said as I felt what I believed to be the tip of the scorpion touching my clit.
“No! Please, master!” I begged. “I’ll do anything you ask!” I suddenly heard the whir as she thrashed the whip wildly in the air. Then just as suddenly it stopped.
Somehow, even in my distraught state, I still managed to sense another presence. I heard some choppy, random clicks on the concrete that sounded as if Sapphire was being dragged from the room. Regardless of what had just happened, I was extremely relieved that the scorpion was no longer flailing in the air above me.
Chapter 18
Gunner
Amber probably won’t be too impressed by her experience tonight because I kept getting distracted by the monitor that was tuned-in to Raven’s show. After seeing the approval-rating fall below eighty percent, I quickly read some of the member comments. Most members were pissed off by the fact that I had been removed from the set. They had paid to see the two of us and Sapphire was not a good replacement since she was focused solely on hurting Raven. The members are all siding with Raven so Sapphire isn’t doing herself any favors. I set Amber up with one of our automated machines and she seemed to be enjoying it, so I took the opportunity to exit the room intent on rescuing Raven.
When I re-entered Raven’s room, I heard a sharp crack and then saw her thrashing her head back and forth. That was the kind of behavior that normally came just before a sub used her safe-word. I wonder if the ball gag is choking her? Then I heard Sapphire threatening to hit her right between the legs with the single tail scorpion. That’s not going to happen, bitch!
I came up behind her undetected and grabbed her by her ponytail, placing my other hand across her mouth and nose. She always despised the feeling of being suffocated, so that’s exactly what I emulated. Despite the fact that she fought me and started throwing elbows, I held her tight and dragged her over to the exit.
“Go back to where you are wanted,” I hissed in her ear before shoving her through the doorway, locking the door behind her.
Turning around, I saw Carter hastily coming toward me. I met him halfway and dragged him by the arm over to the monitor. “What the fuck does that say?” I demanded.
“Seventy-eight percent,” he replied sheepishly.
“Are you going to let your emotions fuck up a good thing here or are you going to let me turn this thing around?” I asked in the vilest tone I could conjure up.
“Alright, see what you can do,” he agreed, pulling back to straighten his ruffled clothes.
Seventy-eight percent… un-fucking believable, I thought as I walked over to the table where Raven was still blindfolded and bound. If things can’t get personal between the two of us, then it shouldn’t get personal with that little prick either. I’ve made him two or three million since coming onboard. Ungrateful bastard. I’m going to have to pull out all of the stops and really put on a show if I’m going to make up for all of those negative ratings. Sorry, Raven, but that means you are going to experience a zipper.
Raven
After lying there for a mini-eternity, I sensed the return of my savior. This time, I caught a whiff of his scent, so I instantly knew it was him. “Thank god you’re back!”
“I couldn’t let her have all the fun,” he joked as he pulled out the ball gag and slid it over my head. “Besides, she seemed to be all pain and no pleasure, so what fun is that?”
He grabbed hold of my left nipple and there was suddenly a sharp pinch. Then there was a second pinch on the other side of the nipple and another and another.
“Ouch! What the hell?”
“Sorry, but we have to make up some ground,” he whispered. “Just relax, breathe, and go to your happy place.”
My happy place? Shit, that doesn’t sound good. He must be using some kind of clips or clothespi
ns or something. “Ow, fuck!” I complained as he pinched the tender skin right beneath my left boob.
“You will get used to them. It’s called a zipper,” he informed me as he quickly pinched his way down my rib cage.
“Why is it called that?”
“I’ll show you in a few minutes. It’s the only thing dramatic enough to get our ratings back up to where they should be,” he continued to whisper. “The members were pissed that I wasn’t on-set with you.”
“So was I!”
“Hey… It wasn’t my choice, but I’m back and we are going to give them one hell of a show.”
My va-jay-jay is throbbing, my thighs still burn and the ache in my abdomen is only giving way because of all the pinching that is traveling down my mid-section. Now I see why the pay is so good. This really sucks!
