Flashback Mountain

by Candace Smith

  Above all, she knew she had to follow Rule number one, and obey her Master. Cain's fingers began a rhythmic thrusting, matching the strumming of her clit. He smiled when her fingers gripped him tightly, and her body rocked against him in time to the motion of his fingers while he breathed on her neck.

  Her spasms became tighter, more urgent, and he knew she was fighting her release. The wet contractions grasped at his fingers. "Oh, god," she moaned, trying to pull herself away from his strokes while clenching his plunging fingers tighter. She was fighting the urge of her body to disobey him.

  He felt her quivering fight for control, while she tried to still the spasms. "Climax for me, Nicki. Cum," he ordered.

  Nicki pushed into his hand, straining her arms and digging her short nails into his hand while her body wracked in convulsive jerks around his fingers. He felt her hot cream explode over his hand and drip to her thighs, while she moaned deeply and arched further onto his fingers. The shudders slowly subsided, and he pried his hand loose from her grip to stroke her back with one hand and her belly with the other.

  Cain unhooked her wrists and removed the scarf. Nicki searched the darkness for his eyes, to make sure she could see the aroused shine that would let her know she had responded correctly. This game had brought an extremely passionate response from her, though Nicki was discovering with more frequency, that most of Cain's torments left her feeling sexually satisfied even if they involved a measure of pain.

  She climbed into bed after him, and let him guide her to straddle him with his hands on her waist. Climbing on top of his thighs, she scooted up until she could rub her wet pussy on his cock. She guided his hard shaft into her channel with a single long plunge. Reaching behind her, she fondled his sack with one hand while he rolled her breasts and gently pinched her pierced nipples.

  Nicki's pussy gripped his cock in its tight fisted muscles, and she began to rise and fall, impaling herself with faster lunges. One of Cain's hands left her breast, and it began to pluck and stroke her clit. Nicki's movements became more frenzied, and she used one hand to brace herself on his hard stomach, while the other continued to stroke and squeeze his balls. Nicki felt her belly tighten, and she knew that she was climbing towards another shattering release. She felt Cain's sack tighten, releasing his seed, and they exploded almost at the same time. When the orgasm's quivering force ended, Nicki fell forward on Cain's chest.

  Nicki climbed off and automatically searched for his withering cock with her tongue, cleaning him as she was required to do, before curling up onto his chest. Cain held her, and Nicki once more felt safe while she drifted off to sleep.

  Autumn's eyes opened and she realized that the televised trial was winding down for the day. Mike Ross announced that he had finished outlining his case, and that the witnesses would begin testifying in the morning. She ignored the fact that she had lost almost the whole afternoon, reliving her time with Cain. As hard as she tried, Autumn could not figure out who Mr. Ross's witnesses could be, even with Nicki's help. Other than the Masters and her friends, no one had ever come up to the clearing until the hunters had shown up.

  When witnesses began testifying, it reminded Autumn of a tennis match. Mr. Ross walked away, always leaving the witness acknowledging some shocking piece of news, and then Davis either discredited the witness or their account of the situation, with only a few questions. Mr. Merrill was good. He was real good. The other lawyers had agreed to make him the lead attorney, and the rest of them rarely added to his interrogation.

  Autumn sat through days of testimony from people she vaguely remembered seeing during the summer at the lake. During a break, the reporter informed the listeners that none of the girls' parents had been asked to testify. In truth, it was not that they had not been asked. They had all not so politely refused. All they could offer was background on their daughters, and Mike decided that he had enough of the girls' former teachers and friends, to instill the pure innocent nature of them in the jurors' minds.

  Finally, it was the hunters' turn to take the witness stand. They looked cocky and full of themselves when they answered questions, always attempting to work in testimony to make sure everyone was aware that they were the heroes.

  Autumn recognized Andy, the man who had originally discovered her. Mike held up Nicki's collar and her heart sank. She stared at the ragged edges. Nicki did not realize they had cut it off of her. They had kept the chain attached to it as a macabre attempt at shocking the jury, and it worked. Autumn heard several of them gasp.

  "Describe what you saw when you walked into the cabin," Mike said. He continued to hold the collar and chain for emphasis.

  "The woman, Miss Flynn, was crouching in a corner by the bed. She was naked and chained to the wall. There were bruises and cuts all over her, and she was filthy. It looked like she had been kept that way for a long time."

  "Liar," Nicki shrieked. "You're a liar. I wasn't cut up. Cain would never do that. You're a liar." She paced in front of the screen, screaming at him. "And I wasn't dirty. We washed in the stream everyday. And the Masters brought snow in for us to heat in the fireplace during the winter. I wasn't filthy. You're a liar." She scribbled furious notes for Gerard, and finally called him.

  "But, he's lying," she argued.

  "Nichole, I'm not sure you're supposed to be watching the trial. Andrew Morris is allowed to testify to what he remembers. After enhancing the story so that the talk shows kept paying, he probably has convinced himself that this was what he saw."

  "He's lying, though," she insisted.

  "Then, you will have the opportunity to tell the jury. You'll just need to convince them to believe you. Now, what else did you have for me to look into. So far, everything else is going fine."

  Nicki watched Mr. Merrill stand to interrogate Andy. "I gotta' go." She hung up the receiver and Gerard stared in disbelief. His client was a strange mixture of contradictions, though he had to admit, one of the mixes, was brilliant.

  Nicki watched Davis question Andy, and she jumped up and down and punched the air while the attorney ripped him apart. When Davis asked each man how much he had been paid doing talk shows and interviews, Nicki scribbled more notes for Gerard. Davis showed short clips of each one, with the hunters' stretching the truth for the benefit of the interviewer, and he would tear into their exaggerations of their role.

  More and more it was Nicki watching the trial, and Autumn hovered in the background, waiting to take over if she needed her. Nicki shook when Henry Pritchard took the stand, remembering him jabbing her with the needle. Now, the little weasel who had only a limited knowledge of fixing physical trauma, had been coached so that it sounded like he had a degree in psychiatry. Of course he recognized the complete mental breakdown of the women. It was expected after so many years in the hands of these vicious, sadistic abusers. Mike led him to spew his coached answers for hours.

  Davis tore him down in less than ten minutes, getting him to inform the jury that he dropped out of high school in ninth grade, and he only had a high school equivalency diploma. Henry was frustrated and almost in tears, when he finally admitted that he rendered the women unconscious, because he had no idea what else he could do.

  After Henry, Mike called some women to the stand. Nicki listened to them describe the vile, kinky propensities of the defendants' actions when they had lived with them. The last two submissives were never called, because Davis reduced them to questionable believability by bringing up shady pasts, and hammered their testimony home with a golden nail of how much they had spent of their clients' money under dishonest pretenses of contracting to be their sexual partner. Even Mike could see the jury looking at his witnesses as gold-digging whores.

  Doctor Tom took the stand, and Davis lost a motion to have him dismissed because of physician patient confidentiality. Autumn could see by Mr. Merrill's cold expression, that this was a bit of a blow to their side. Doctor Tom talked in great detail, using words that sounded impressive and that no one could understand. He e
xplained how Sallie remained slightly catatonic, and how he had to keep the other two women restrained and drugged so that they would not hurt themselves. After a year, there was little progress in helping them realize the trauma they had suffered, and guiding them towards normalcy. They continued to live in a disillusioned state.

  No kidding? After a year of drugging them, it hasn't helped? Autumn glared at the man, and her eyes filled when she thought of Sallie, Lucy, and Saundra, stuck in the institution all this time. Her mind spiraled back to the lodge, and their third anniversary. The young women no longer added the word 'captivity' to the occasions.

  Something special was always planned for the yearly celebrations, and the girls were kneeling and letting their fear build. The anxiety was not the painful erotic lesson they would be trained to accept, but rather the thought that they would fail to please their Master. Sometimes, the agony made it impossible and they would fail, and the women would become sullenly despondent, trying to find a way to make it up to them.

  Cain stood and took Nicki's hand and guided her towards the devices. She was already moistening and trembling slightly. "Remember to keep quiet," Cain ordered. Master Dwain held up Sallie's gag, and her eyes filled and she shook her head. He put it back into his pocket, but they all knew she would be wearing it soon.

  Cain reached into his pocket for the blindfold, and Nicki saw the other Masters doing the same. She turned back to Cain while he wrapped it around her eyes. It was permeated with the spicy scent she associated with him.

  Cain took her arm and led her forward. She squeezed her eyes shut in the darkness of the blindfold. She heard the shuffling of feet and chains rattling. Cain had guided her over to the arched wood, and he secured her wrists over her head with her ankles far apart. Nicki quivered and felt liquid slipping passed her labia when he leaned down and kissed her belly.

  The part of her mind that realized her friends must be secured in restraint devices also, led to envision their beautiful bodies stretched and bound, and it excited her further. When those first thoughts began to nudge at her, she was frightened and repulsed. The girls became more comfortable discussing their feelings, when Saundra had made the casual remark that after watching Lucy being trained by Sol, she had gotten so hot she could not wait for Mathias to come for her. The girls quietly admitted they were all having those feelings. When they saw one another bound and experiencing some erotic painful pleasure for their Master, it aroused them.

  There was a rustle of clothing and Nicki pictured all of the men standing naked, preparing to inflict their tortures. She had to stifle a moan. Cain approached her, she could hear his breathing. As the tails from some kind of flogger or whip brushed from between her breasts to her pussy she shuddered, anticipating the strike.

  From across the room she heard Cain call out, "First position."

  Nicki gasped. The man standing over her was not her Master. What new, terrifying game was this? She only had a moment to consider her fear, when the lash came down hard, catching her left nipple and crossing her ribs. She sucked in her breath and it sounded like a hiss. Somewhere across the room she heard Sallie wail.

  The lash came down hard across the other nipple, welting her ribs in the other direction, and Nicki groaned quietly. The third strike came straight down on her pussy and she shrieked. "Oh… oh god." Tears were piled up under the blindfold.

  "Second position," Mathias called from beside her, and she heard him walk away. She heard all of the men move towards new targets.

  She shivered when lips sucked on an injured nipple. It was pinched between fingers, and as soon as the welted flesh peaked, a clamp bit into the warm taut flesh. Nicki inhaled, and forced herself to remain quiet while the same attention was given to her other nipple. She swayed her head in silent agony, barely managing to remain silent.

  When her labia were spread she finally moaned, and a finger stroked her wet folds, encouraging her juices. The taut bud of her clit was pinched, and when the clamp was attached, she gave a small sob.

  Nicki felt something rubbery sliding along her aroused folds, and she thrust her hips in its direction. The silicone phallus entered her channel. She tried to bear down on it, and she realized the clit clip was attached to her nipples. It stretched painfully, but she needed to be entered, and she continued to torture herself by pulling the clips tight. The motion forced the already impeded blood flow of her little organs, to collect and be blocked from its journey. When the dildo was pulled away, she shuttered and issued a louder sob.

  The first nipple clamp was removed, and a burst of heated pain hit the lashed bud. Nicki groaned. Her second nipple was just as agonizing, and Nicki trembled violently when fingers brushed her folds. The sensation of his fingers pinching the clamp's sides together to release it was almost visual, even in the darkness. When it finally happened, she screamed. "Aaah…ooow," she gasped.

  It was Solomon standing by her, who called out "Third position." Nicki could not decide if she was grateful of not, for having the knowledge of which Master was torturing her.

  Nicki tried to calm herself, as she thought about what was happening to her. Position three would be wax, and she realized that Cain had prepared her for these trials. Behind the darkness of her soaked blindfold, she realized everything he had been teaching her over the years, was for nights like this… to be shared with his friends.

  Nicki could handle the wax. She could handle anything for him. The wax coated her nipples and folds, and she clenched her jaw so that she would remain silent, as each burning drip tortured skin.

  There was a long silence, and Nicki realized that there was no fourth position. Cain would not participating in her torment. She gave a little cry and she was startled when he whispered in her ear, "Ah, my little Nicki. You and I have every other night to explore our world. Don't be so disappointed." She nuzzled her head in his direction, but remained silent.

  Nicki felt hands gently grab each side of her head. She realized a cock was centering on her lips, and she whimpered. Fingers began stroking her drenched sex, and her tongue snaked out towards whoever's shaft was searching for the warmth of her mouth. Her hips tried to thrust towards the torment while her mouth and throat were filled. The cock plunged passed her comfort zone, well down her throat, and she gagged as a second man entered her channel.

  Oh god… oh my god. Nicki had never even considered two men at once before, and her desire heightened. She tried to focus on the cock in her mouth, and she sucked and licked around the retching to force him to orgasm. Thank god he obliged quickly, and as soon as her mouth was free, she moaned. She thrust her hips, demanding an end to her own aroused desire, and rocked into an explosive climax while a cock plunged deep inside her. At the force of her gripping walls, she felt the warm spurt of semen fill her.

  Nicki was totally drained. She was marked and filled with cum, dripping from her pussy and dripping down her cheeks. There was silence and some rustling, and then the sound of chains. Nicki thought maybe the other women were being unbound, and she waited silently for Cain to release her.

  Dwain's voice called, "First position." Nicki cried. There was no way that her body could stand to go through their tortures again. "Pay attention to what you are doing and learn." Nicki felt slender fingers spread her labia, guided by a man's hand. There was the touch of light stroking, and she realized the touch was another woman's. A man was murmuring over her. It was Mathias, encouraging Saundra to obey him. Nicki quivered.

  I can't do this. Oh god , Master Cain, I can't do this. She panicked when she felt a soft tongue lick her sore nipple and gently draw it in her mouth, bathing it in commiserating tenderness. All the while deep voices murmured.

  The women were still blindfolded, and the men whispered and caressed, urging them to seduce Nicki. She had been randomly chosen as the first to experience the Sapphic erotic pleasure, but in the future, she would be standing in Cain's arms, while she tormented one of her bound friends. The men's eyes were fixed on Nicki, while they guided th
eir women. Their balls were heavy and their cocks stiff and aching with this new erotic game.

  Nicki shuttered a few quiet sobs, and she realized that quivering thighs were straddling her face. She smelled the musky fragrance of the woman, as her folds spread and moved towards Nicki's trembling lips. A hand gently stroked her drenched forehead. "Rule number one," Cain whispered the reminder. A darting tongue flicked Nicki's clit and caused her hips to rise off the platform.

  Nicki was crying, all of them were, but she tried to pay attention to what the guided woman was doing to her sex, and she forced herself to mimic the actions on the pussy over her own mouth. Fingers gently plunged into her channel while little nips attacked her bead. She had not realized her own tongue had been working in frantic passion until the woman above her moaned. It was Lucy, Nicki decided, just before her juices gush from her channel.

  With Cain's urging, Nicki eagerly sucked on her until her climax passed. She refocused her attention on the gentle lapping on her own pussy, and she tried to relax from her fear enough to let the boiling release that was building erupt. The lips abandoned her, and she moaned in frustration. I can't stand this.

  Soft lips attended Nicki's nipples, and another of her friends settled between her thighs. Sweeping strokes brought her up to the edge arousal again, and she recognized Saundra's strong thighs when lowered onto her face. With Cain's continual coaxing whispers, Nicki tried to concentrate on bringing Saundra quickly to climax and ending her own torture.

  Saundra's thighs spasmed so tightly together, Nicki thought her ears would be bruised before her release ended. She slowly climbed off Nicki's drenched face, and waited to be told to head to her nipples.

  Saundra had discovered that women aroused her, when she changed for track during her senior year. She had come close… very close… to accepting her coach's offer for an affair. Only the vision of her mother's horrified expression had held her back, but she had already decided to explore while she was in college.