by C. L. Black
Daniels could only grunt.
“Splendid, darling.” Jane returned the blindfold. “Danielle, if you would be so kind.”
Danielle picked one black and one white nymph from the board and placed her hands behind her back. Standing between the two adversaries and just in front of the fire, she mixed the little nymphs between each hand. She slowly brought her head up to face the room and said, “Katherine-Katrina, please step forward and select for your position. Hold it without showing anyone.”
Catherine lifted from beside Miss Christi and made her way the few steps over to where Danielle stood with her back to the fire. The extra height of their heels made for quite a sight when they stood face to face. She could feel the heat rising from between those well-spaced legs. She reached between and touched, the right. The little nymph dropped, Wright into her hand. She clinched her piece tightly and withdrew, careful not to let anyone see its color. Like taking candy from a baby.
Miss Christi rose and identified herself as the keeper of time and rule then instructed, “Katherine dear, please step forward and reveal.”
“Huh? Oh, yeah.” She opened her hands. “Black!” She moved with excitement to show “Mistress.” They would have the advantage. Mistress dipped her eyes.
“Let the games begin,” announced Miss Christi before retaking her seat centered on the sofa.
Jane and Samantha took their place in the opposing chairs, opposite the sofa, to either side of the ever burning gas fireplace. Giselle and her new baby sat together in the love seat. The game commenced. Samantha first, then Jane, called for their little helpers to approach. Each communicated their moves secretly. Danielle then Catherine would go to the chessboard and move their piece as instructed. As each piece was captured, each doll would assist the other in removing the designated garment. And so it went.
21:56 local
“Come now,” prodded Miss Christi. “Rules are rules. Off with that lovely blouse dear. No need to be shy; is there, kitten?”
Is there? The six snaps securing Catherine’s remaining vanity were about to pop. Give Freckles a show. One by one. She stood there, arms back, chest out as Dani graciously helped. She made her way to where, “Mistress Resnik,” remained seated to shamelessly surrender the blouse. It joined the hat, jacket, and belt. Time for Mistress Sterling to have her fun. Skirts lifted, she lowered across Jane’s lap. Sure is taking her sweet time.
It took a moment to inspect each leg. Mindful of the rule—no touching, the crop slowly dragged along each tensed calf. “Oui,” the swimming was paying dividends. “Most impressive.” That done; the crop raised.
Good thing I listened to Dani—
Whack!…Whack!…Whack!…Whack!
Catherine wished for two more pair as Mistress Sterling’s crop made its mark. “Ouch!” Having received her due—and with Danielle’s support—she righted herself. “Thank you, Miss Wright.” They sat beside Miss Christi. Catherine was pretty sure that when this game ended, one or both of them wouldn’t be able to sit.
Miss Christi whispered into Catherine’s ear. “You don’t have to lift your skirt, dear.”
“Now you tell me?” Thank God for these extra-heavy granny panties. Now for the best part.
Daniels was already squirming. Her turn was next. She was to receive her punishment bare-assed. Giselle guided Daniels over her lap, lifted the pink satin, then slipped the vinyl and Russian labeled Hush-Hush boy-shorts down. Samantha rose from her chair and approached the subject.
Whack!…Whack!…Whack!…Whack!
The crop had been unleashed without restraint. Even Miss Christi cringed with each thunderous strike. Daniels screams of pained pleasure barely escaped her ball gag. Excitement hung in the air as “Mistress Sterling,” rose and provided for the other cheek.
Whack!…Whack!…Whack!…Whack!
And so it went. Move for move, piece by piece, whack after stinging whack, their game was played. By the top of the hour, Daniels was favoring a glowing left cheek. Freckles clearly held the upper hand. Mistress Sterling, topless and on the ropes. Yeah, we’re screwed. The outcome appeared all but certain. Like those doomed souls left standing on the decks of the Titanic, Superbitch is going down.
Jane refused to surrender her whip. She looked the red temptress in the eye and said, “I’m not going down without a fight.”
Samantha replied, “Just as long as you go down.” She signaled, “Miss Wright.” Their next move was obvious. No words were spoken.
Queen to queen’s knight-six. We’re fricken done.
Danielle stepped forward and laid her hand upon the white queen.
“Checkmate!” claimed Samantha, not waiting for the treachery to reveal itself.
“Not so fast, my fair red temptress.” Jane stood proud, directing Samantha’s attention to the chess board and proclaimed. “There seems be a traitor present.”
All noted the white queen’s position, one square removed from her king and not the two as it should.
Dani had intentionally left freckles totally exposed. Way to go, Dani.
“Dan! How could you?” cried Samantha as the timid traitor approached. Her doll was due ten stern whacks for the obvious disobedience. Quite certain it was intentional, Samantha would give them all the same way she had Agent Daniels’s, without restraint.
The traitor’s head dipped. “Sorry, Sam.” Long since relieved of her skirt and petticoats, only the wet Turkmenistan cotton of two Hush-Hush panties and the thin layer of her soft white virgin vinyl armor were all that stood to protect the already tender bottom from Samantha’s angry crop.
Whack!
Treachery, like dishonesty, would not be tolerated at Blachmann. Danielle didn’t flinch. Nor did she utter a sound, taking nine more without protest. Upon her return to the sofa, tears tricked proudly from her eyes. “I think I’ll stand for a while.” She did, her head bowed in shame.
Always one to make good use of an unexpected gift, Jane calmly instructed her practically topless doll to capture Samantha’s queen. The black king’s knight did the honors.
Danielle lifted her head to see. Catherine’s stiff nipples were approaching.
“Ready to follow the rules.”
Danielle always followed the rules. The price for Samantha’s queen? The exposing of her breasts—just as Catherine had learned, three moves previous. With a little help from her babe, Danielle presented her bra to “Miss Jane.”
Two moves later, White’s fate was sealed. Danielle’s bottom was burning red with the agony of defeat. She stood and waited as Catherine stripped her of all but her wet panties, vinyl, and wig. She’d never thrown a game before. Why had Danielle done it? This was certain to be one game of Chessex they would always remember. They do say at Blachmann, you always remember your first conquest.
Samantha knew when she was licked. She rose and faced “Mistress Sterling.” Dropping to her knees, she offered her whip. This single-game match was over. Her mind raced with the prospect of what was to follow. She contemplated the near future.
With both dolls’ help, Miss Christi came to her feet. “Why don’t you two go up for a long soak together in the Cauldron?”
“Cauldron?” Catherine looked at Danielle.
“Hot tub. You know, with jets and bubbles? It’s really cool.”
“Yeah, sure, I guess.” Fuck me! To the victors go the spoils.
“Thanks, Mum. Let’s go, Kat,” said Danielle, tugging her conquest.
“Why’s it called the Cauldron?”
“You’ll see; it’s on top of the south tower.”
“Great!”
They left as they were, Danielle clad only in her wet panties, having surrendered everything to the game. Catherine fared slightly better, retaining her skirt and heels. Danielle led her back through the secret panel. This time she raced up the circular stairs the two levels to the roof; Catherine trailed, somewhat reluctantly. She reached the door.
“Oh, crap.”
“Something wrong, babe
?”
“Nothing.” Something.
Danielle took charge and led the reluctant babe out onto the tower’s exposed deck.
The Chamber of Dark Passions
Deep in Blachmann’s bowels, 22:47 local
Mistress Sterling entered the dungeon to find, Sam and her rubber doll, already at work. Nurse Giselle had changed. Her new uniform sported a head-to-toe black latex catsuit. Over that she had on the new nurse’s dress and her stiletto boots—both of pristine white PVC. The outfit had her shining from hooded head to booted toe. Things were about to get a wee bit messy. Ja.
The subject was now hooded and hanging, business end high. Suspended by the bondage apparatus, Daniels’ wrists and ankles were securely cuffed to two spreader bars that hung from pulleys attached to an electric hoist. Nurse Giselle adjusted the ropes, skillfully positioning the subject’s gagged mouth before Mistress.
That won’t do. Katrina was ready to get on with it too. She instructed Giselle to remove the subject’s hood and the ball gag before asking, “How is my useless little whore? Enjoying your stay, darling?”
Daniels’s eye opened. She got an eyeful too; huge tits less than a tongue’s stretch. “Yes, Mistress? But you promised me the girl—”
“Silence, whore! First, tell Mistress Sterling how you came by these knickers?” From Samantha, she took the small clear plastic bag that contained the intel.
“What, Mistress?”
The pink boy-shorts dangled before glassy eyes.
“Oh, my panties.” Daniels expression warmed. She started to giggle. “This is more fun than I—”
Samantha stepped in, spinning Daniels round and round to face her and demanded in fluent Russian, “Why is a Secret Service agent wearing panties with Russian labels? You’re a dirty spy! Who is your Master?”
“What? Spy! Ah, No! They were a gift, Mistress Resnik.”
Katrina motioned for Giselle to lower the subject. “That should do nicely.”
Mistress Resnik proceeded to guide herself dangerously close to the frightened lips, demanding to know, “From whom? Who is your Master?”
Daniels thrashed about in an effort to stay clear of the evil pulsing beast between the red rubber-clad legs. Giselle’s expert bondage held. She was at their mercy. She had to give…something? “It was the Krump woman’s idea. Please Mistress—”
“Where, slut!” Samantha pressed for details. “Answer Mistress! Or we shall leave you here all alone.”
“At Senator—” Daniels found herself, spinning, around and around until—the scene was shocking. She wished she’d eaten more. “I beg your mercy, Mistress.” The masochist that ruled Slut Daniels’s soul hoped they would show none.
Katrina’s eye lowered. A quick survey: dripping black stallion. The strap-on dangled within a breath of the subject’s messy lips. Focus, old girl.
“I was her detail. That trip? There’s been threats. Your—the Tiger—Please, Mistress. No. Don’t go. Let me.” Daniels tongue stretched, trying for a taste of flavored cock. “Let me lick you clean.”
“Easy, my hungry darling. My, what an eager little whore.” Katrina slipped the thick sloppy black dildo into the wanting mouth. “Do impress Mistress, for she may reward the whore with the one in the boots.” She teased with the dripping black temptation, slapping it against Daniels’ face. “Just a taste, love.”
“Yes, Mistress, I’ll try, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.” Daniels contemplated the offer. “The flight back to DC. The senator invited everyone to join her for Christmas. In Maine? She had arranged for a Coast Guard helicopter to ferry us over to her island. It was just the five of us. The Krump woman, her assistant and—”
Natasha… “You waste my time, slut!”
“No, Mistress. It was—” Daniels’s eyes bulged. “The pilot! She—”
She? “Her name? What was the pilot’s name, slut?” Katrina tickled the subject’s clit for a bit then took a firm hold. She applied pressure, all the while still dangling the drippy cock before the subject’s salivating lips.
“Her name? You know her name, Mistress.” Daniels started to giggle.
Always was a happy drunk. Ja. Bit of a pain slut too. Right… Powerful fingers pinched tighter and tighter until—
“Schuuuu …mark…errrrr,” screamed Daniels in joyously painful pleasure.
Captain Schumacher… The silicone cock thrust deep into the puke slut’s throat. Daniels was given some time to ponder her next admission while Katrina chewed on that revealing nugget of intel. Dame Jane took a step back to think. KK… You devious little slut.
“Thank you, Mistress.”
Katrina addressed her gifted apprentice. “Nurse Giselle, Mistress Sterling is leaving to rinse and refresh her rubber.”
Daniels begged, “No! Wait! I beg you Mistress, your captain—”
Giselle rammed home the ball gag, plugging the leaky puke slut before more damage could be done.
“Right then. You have pleased Mistress sufficiently.” Apple always was her favorite. “Yes, perhaps a small reward.”
Giselle took the cue and spun the traitor to generate her next reward. “Now open wide sweetie.” She pulled the gag free.
Daniels spewed more dessert. She eyed the implements neatly arranged on the workbench. “What are you going to do with me now?” She went for another spin.
Katrina stopped at the door and said, “Depends. Nurse Giselle, be a good little helper and prep my new slut for a more penetrating examination. Mistress shall send Maria down with a plate to gather up this unfortunate bit of dessert.”
“Oh goody, Mistress. May Maria stay and feed while I fill?”
“Yes dear, but only for a short while. See that my darling slut enjoys all of her dessert.”
“Yes Mistress. Oh Miss Jane, please tell our baby, Mommy G can’t kiss her little GoodKnight tonight.”
“Yes dear, I shall.”
The eager apprentice wasted no time in transporting the subject to the preparation area. During the refit, the dungeon had been outfitted with metal tracks in the ceiling that allowed for movement of the subject without any heavy lifting. The whole thing was controlled by an iPhone App. Danielle got the idea last summer while watching an old episode of Monster Garage on the Discovery Channel.
The subject’s eyes went wide. She saw what “Nurse Giselle” had prepped and already hanging by the large copper tub. “Wait! Why are you doing this—Mistress—Jane! This isn’t what you promised. You promised…the one in the boots.”
Once more, Samantha stepped in to plug the leak.
Katrina spoke. “And so you shall, darling. Until then, do enjoy Nurse Giselle’s thorough cleansing. You mustn’t pout darling. Mistress Resnik has been so kind to supervise until Mistress Sterling returns.” She examined the mess on the floor. “Perhaps, more wine with your dessert? I’m sure sweet Maria can help with that too. Shall she bring an empty glass?”
“Yes, Mistress, thank you.” Daniels wasn’t kidding. She needed to go—bad.
Katrina left the subject to her able-bodied assistants. She had other plans. Yes, a little time in the rooftop Cauldron was just what, Miss Jane needed. She hoped to make it up there before it was too late. But first, Mistress Sterling needed to shower off the vomit and strip out of, this bloody rubber KAT suit. Bloody hell… Ja. Meow.
The Cauldron
Atop the South Tower, 22:49 local
The air was moist but cool. The spa was indeed shaped like a large witch’s cauldron. Miss Christi had ordered it custom built soon after the Wright twins arrived following the last great tragedy. Neither young beauty took notice, nor did they notice the full moon and the twinkling stars. They were too busy to notice anything but the other.
Danielle finished relieving Catherine of the remains of her Miss Katrina doll costume, followed by her most treasured blonde wig—a parting gift from Miss Jane. First over the side, she sank into the cover of the cauldron’s warm bubbles. Catherine held back. Danielle slipped lower, hiding a
ll but her inviting face and two round tits. “The water’s totally awesome, babe.”
Fuck yeah. One, then the other long leg lifted over the side and slipped into the ninety-nine degree water. “This is—nice.” Yeah.
“Helps take away the sting of defeat.” Danielle laughed.
“Sooo—why’d you do it?” Someone’s mercury was rising.
“Do what, babe?”
“Come on, Dani! You had us by the balls. We were so going down. You totally threw the game.”
“Can’t say. You talk funny.”
“Won’t say!”
“Whatever.” Danielle decided it was time to take in the moon. “Nearly full, I’d say. Nice, isn’t it?”
They swam over. Just to see. “Yeah, way nicer—over here.”
“Do you like me, Kat?”
“Don’t you know?” Tell her!
“Just forget it.” Danielle lost her luster and said, “I can’t. You know…Okay?”
“Okay. But…you like, do. Don’t you?” Catherine felt the serpent. MK struggled to conceal the effect of Dani. The panic was growing. Do something, Cat.
“So baby, enjoying your stay at Blachmann?”
“No! But you are, aren’t you, Miss Wright?” She splashed. “Tormentor!”
“Hey!” Danielle splashed back. “Maybe.”
“What’s with that Daniels chick? She couldn’t sit still at dinner. Like a kid on Christmas morning. And, what’s with the ball gag?” Good thing. Think she told them?
“Can’t say.”
“Yeah; what can you say?” Kiss her. Please, MK.
“Nice moon.” Danielle adjusted the spa’s controls. “You like ’em? The jets, don’t you?” She skillfully applied full power. “Powerful, aren’t they?”
Holy shit! They are—you little slut. “Yeah, I’m—” MK slid Catherine forward. “Oh, shit!” She had been breached. “I got to go.” Terrified, she leaped from the cauldron, “Now! Sorry Dani.” grabbed Danielle’s robe and ran. Maybe I should’ve let her give me that—“Crap!” Bet you don’t make it, baby. MK snickered. “Fuck you!”
