Tygers 4: Sweet Awakening

by Melinda Barron

  “Not yet,” Oscar replied. “I want to make sure our point is made. Crawl to the far bed, then bend over it.”

  She wanted to yell that she wouldn’t crawl, that she would get up and walk on her own two feet, but she knew that would be disobeying his orders. And the worst-case scenario would be if she did that, they would send her home.

  So she did as he asked, feelings she couldn’t place taking hold in her body. When she was at the bed, she bent over it, waiting.

  “Spread your cheeks.” She obeyed Oscar’s command. In return he handed her a bottle of lotion.

  “Rub this on your asshole.” She closed her eyes. He was going to fuck her up the ass, right now. He hadn’t done it yet, and she supposed he wanted to do it now to prove his mastery over her. She spread the cream and tried not to panic. She’d done it once. She could do it again.

  “Hold your cheeks open.” She waited for the sound of his zipper. Waited to feel the tip of his cock at her opening. But it didn’t happen. When he placed something there, she knew it wasn’t him. It wasn’t thick enough, and it felt like plastic. It was a plug.

  “Push back.” When she did, the tip of the plug penetrated her. He pushed it in, going slowly. A wider spot in the shaft entered her and she groaned. And when another spot, this one wider than the last, slipped inside, she groaned louder.

  It didn’t take long for him to fill her with it. She tried to gauge its size. Four inches? Three? Maybe an inch and a half wide? Not nearly as large as Walker’s cock, and she’d taken him. She could take this too. She would wear it for a few minutes; then he’d take it out and they’d go to their meeting.

  “Stand up.”

  Confusion hit her as she obeyed him. Her backside felt full and she wiggled her hips. Oscar slapped her ass and put his hand on her shoulder.

  “Hold still. You’ll wear the plug until we say otherwise. It will remind you you’re ours. The base will hold it in place, and you will not remove it without permission from myself, or Master Walker.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Do you remember position two?”

  “Yes, Sir. Knees, hands behind back, legs spread.”

  “Good,” Walker said, standing. He picked up the leashes from the bed and handed one to Oscar and then turned her around, attaching them to her collar one at a time.

  “Let’s go,” Walker said. “We don’t want to be late.”

  * * * * *

  Harper stood between the chairs where her two Doms sat. At Oscar’s order she’d gotten into position one, so she hadn’t really got a good look at the man behind the desk. She wanted to study him more, but knew that would be breaking the rules. She kept her head down, despite the need to see him.

  This man could help her find Helena. She knew he could.

  “Would your slave like a chair?”

  “No, thank you,” Oscar said. “I prefer her to get the full effect of the plug by standing, or kneeling.”

  “Plug?”

  “Show him.” Walker patted her leg and she turned. She spread her cheeks to show her host the plug inside her.

  “Very nice,” Sawyer said. “And very like her sister. Helena’s a true butt whore, but then again she’s a pain slut too.”

  “Yes, she is,” Oscar said. “Slick, position two.”

  Harper got down on her knees. From this position she really couldn’t see Sawyer.

  “I hope you’ll let me play with her at least once while you’re here.”

  “Most assuredly,” Walker said. “If you let us watch.”

  “Of course. Now, how may I help you? I must admit I’m curious why you’re eager to find Helena, when I just saw her last night.”

  “She’s here?” Harper lifted her gaze to the man. He was in his early fifties, with salt-and-pepper hair. He had a handsome face that contained a few wrinkles that looked to be the result of repeated exposure to the sun. His eyes twinkled as he watched her.

  “Slick! Eyes down.” This command came from Walker, and it shocked her a bit. Usually it was Oscar who gave such demands. She lowered her gaze.

  “Forgive me, Master Walker.”

  “We’ll deal with it later,” he said.

  Sawyer’s laugh was genuine. “Still in training, isn’t she?”

  “Yes,” Walker said. “But we’re making great progress.”

  “Yes, I can see that. Still, she’s not as experienced as you’d led me to believe. And not nearly as experienced as we’d like here.”

  “She’s concerned about her sister,” Oscar said. “It’s not like Helena to not make contact.”

  The room grew quiet, and then Sawyer sniffled. “Well, I can understand that, I suppose. I know that Helena received permission to use the phone several times while she was here. She always called Harper. And frankly, when I saw who she was with last night in Miami, I was a little concerned myself. I tried to get close to her, to tell her you were coming, but her new handler wouldn’t let me near her.”

  “Handler? Not Master or Mistress?” She could hear the concern in Walker’s voice.

  “I feel like I’m breaking the confidentiality of my clients, but the man Helena was with is not really the type of client I’d like to attract. He considers himself a true Master.”

  “Slick.” She lifted her gaze to Walker. “A ‘true Master’ is a man who thinks he is omnipotent. He thinks he needs control over every aspect of his sub’s life. To me, they are not true Dominants, but overbearing men looking for people to conquer. He wants total and complete control over people. In other words, he wants a sub who has no say in their lives. It’s not a good thing.”

  “And Helena is with this man?”

  “Yes,” Sawyer replied. “He was at the resort while she was here. He played with her quite a bit, with the permission of the couple that bought her.”

  “May I have names?” She could tell by his tone of voice Walker expected a no. And that’s what he received.

  “I’m sorry. This type of resort thrives on confidentiality, even of a member I don’t totally approve of. Of course, you’re free to ask questions, discreetly, of the staff and other guests to try and find a name.”

  Sawyer stood. “Come. There’s a get-acquainted event going on. You can meet some of our regulars there, like the Mixons, the Stuarts, and the Johanssons.”

  Harper smiled as Oscar ordered her into position one. Sawyer wanted to help, but he didn’t want to do it by flat out giving away information. She knew the people he introduced them to would be less discreet. Or at least she hoped they would be.

  Chapter Ten

  The room was huge, filled with people and with long tables. Some of the tables were full of submissives being whipped or just being played with. Harper drank it all in, from the submissives who were being ridden like horses to the male subs who were being led around by leashes attached to their cocks. It really was fascinating, all of it.

  She wanted a chance to explore, to see everything, but she knew Sawyer was on a mission. He led them to the far side of the room, coming to a stop at a table where a man lay prone. He was tied to the table with leather, and another man stood above him, stroking his cock. She stared at his cock and bit back a gasp. His balls were tightly encased in leather straps, bulging through the small openings. When he was hard, the man stroking him attached three leather straps around his cock, straining to make it fit around the man’s girth. The cock pulsed and looked near to bursting. The standing man turned to a woman.

  “He’s ready, Mistress.”

  “Thank you, slave. You may lick my cunt to thank me for letting you play with his cock.” She stepped in front of the man and he dropped to his knees, lapping at her as she stroked his hair. She wore thigh-high boots and an open robe over her naked body. She was plump, with large breasts and hips.

  “Good boy. Now, go find a statue and make yourself comfortable until I call for you.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” The man moved off and Sawyer leaned over to Walker and Oscar. “That’s Mistress Megan
Mixon and her husband, Woody. They come to play quite often, and they were here the weekend Helena was here.”

  Harper watched as Woody sought out a statue. She hadn’t really noticed them before, but there were plenty around the room. All had erect penises on them at various places. Woody found one and lowered himself onto a cock. He bounced a little and Mistress Megan barked at him.

  “Did I say you could fuck it?”

  “No, Mistress. Forgive me.”

  “You’ll pay for that later. And keep your cock hard.” She turned back to the man at the table, trailing her fingers over his cock. “Does it hurt?” Her voice was gentle.

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “Not yet it doesn’t, trust me. Slut Mindy. Bring me a riding bat.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” A naked woman hurried away, returning with a short stiff piece of leather.

  Harper thought it was wrong to watch another man’s pain, but she was entranced. Mistress Megan rubbed the bat against the man’s cock. He groaned and she slapped it, hard. When she slapped it repeatedly, his groans turned into cries of pain.

  “Does it hurt now?” She slapped his cock again and he groaned out the word yes. “I don’t think so. Not yet.”

  Harper watched in fascination until, finally, Megan stopped.

  “Slut Mindy. Release him.”

  “The submissive workers here are called sluts, whether they’re male or female,” Sawyer said. “They’re naked, except for the white sashes around their waists. That’s how you can spot them. The dominant workers all wear red sashes. They’ll be easy to find, if you need help.”

  Megan had ordered the submissive to his knees. His cock was still encased in leather and she stroked the bat against his shoulder.

  “Come on my boot.” He jacked himself off, the pain mixed with pleasure evident on his face. When he’d covered her boot with cum, she narrowed her eyes at him. “Clean it, slut.”

  The man started to lick his own cum, and Megan stroked his back with the bat, striking him occasionally.

  “Slut Woody, come help your new fuck buddy clean up his mess.” The husband hurried over, bending to lend his tongue to the task. Megan turned to them and laughed.

  “Sawyer. What a surprise. You don’t always attend these events.”

  “I heard you were here, and you know how I love to watch you work.”

  Megan laughed and looked down. “It seems I made a good purchase for the weekend. Now we just need to see how he takes it up the ass.”

  She turned a hungry gaze to Harper, who let her own gaze fall to the floor.

  “Yummy. A newbie.”

  “She’s Helena’s sister.”

  Megan’s eyebrows shot up. “Truly? How wonderful. And you belong to these two gorgeous men. Well, I hope they’ll let you come out and play.”

  “Shall we make a play date?” Walker stepped forward. “Say, tomorrow morning? Around eleven?”

  “Sounds perfect,” Megan replied. “I’ll bring the Johanssons. They owned Helena the last time she was here. I’m sure they’d love to meet her sister.”

  “Sounds like fun,” Oscar said. “Slick. Lick Mistress Megan’s pussy to seal our date.”

  Harper swallowed panic. She had known this might happen, but she hadn’t expected it to happen so quickly. Damn Oscar for doing this to her. She wasn’t ready for it and he knew it. Of course she’d told them she was ready for anything.

  “What a generous offer,” Megan replied. “Give me just a moment.”

  She turned to the men at her feet, who were still licking cum from her boots. “Did you get it all?”

  “Yes, Mistress,” Woody said.

  “Good. Slut Aaron, go and bend over the table so Slut Woody can fuck you.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” The man who’d just come scrambled to the table, and Megan stroked her husband’s cock with the riding bat.

  “Go and give him a good ride. Let’s see if he’s worthy to serve me.”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  Woody walked to a station where he put a condom on his cock, then made his way back to his new friend.

  “We encourage safe sex here,” Sawyer said. “For anal sex it’s a rule. For the others, it’s a suggestion, one we hope all our guests follow. Even though everyone’s had health exams, we still want to be as safe as possible.”

  “Good idea,” Walker said.

  Harper listened to them with one ear. She wanted Walker to rescue her from having to lick Mistress Megan’s pussy, rescue her from the mess Oscar had put her in. But she knew it wasn’t going to happen. She hated Oscar with all her might.

  Mistress Megan watched Woody mount Aaron, who groaned under the assault.

  “Do not come without my permission, slut, or you’ll pay for it.”

  When the two men started to rock, Megan turned to Harper.

  “Slut Mindy, bring me a chair.” The woman complied at once, bringing a padded chair for Megan to sit in. She sat down and threw one leg over a side, spreading herself wide. “Now, come to me, little one.”

  Walker, please! Get me out of this. I’m begging you.

  Harper knew if she looked at either of her Doms it would be disastrous. They wouldn’t have the play date, and they would learn nothing about Helena.

  She crossed to the woman and knelt down. “Very good.” Megan stroked Harper’s hair. “I can tell you’ve never done this before. Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me. Just do what you like to have done to you. And smile, I’d like to think eating me is not that unpleasant an idea. It won’t take me long to come. I’m all worked up after the whipping. And I’m being oh-so-nice to you. You should thank me by being enthusiastic.”

  “I’m sorry, Mistress, I’m just nervous.”

  “Lick my pussy.” She applied pressure to the back of Harper’s head, bending her toward her. The smell of pussy juices assailed her, and she closed her eyes to fight her panic. Somehow it helped to know Walker watched. She felt safe with him, knowing he would help her if something went wrong. She knew Oscar wouldn’t. He would just whip her for doing something bad.

  Harper flicked out her tongue. She touched Mistress Megan tentatively. Her folds were soft and didn’t taste nearly as bad as she thought they would.

  Mistress Megan’s hiss of pleasure sent chills up her spine. Maybe this wouldn’t take long and it would be over. She applied pressure, moving her tongue up and down Mistress Megan’s pussy.

  “Good, girl. That’s it. Like that. Don’t forget my clit.”

  Harper moved the tip of her tongue over the tight bud and Megan moaned, pushing her head in further. “Suck it. Be a good slut.”

  Harper followed her orders, moving her tongue faster through the woman’s juices. Her own body responded. Her nipples peaked against the dress and her pussy twitched. Her ass throbbed around the plug. She couldn’t believe it. She was getting aroused by licking another woman. This couldn’t be happening, could it? She wasn’t attracted to women.

  She wanted men in her life. Big, strong strapping men who could make her orgasm like Walker and Oscar. No, not Oscar. She hated him. She wanted a man like Walker.

  Mistress Megan’s hips were moving quickly now, and she held Harper’s head between her hands. Harper knew the Domme was close to coming, and she knew if she didn’t do what she was supposed to, it would go on longer. She licked harder, circling the woman’s clit with her tongue.

  “That’s it. Right there. Oh, good girl. Right there. Yes!” The Domme came, pushing herself into Harper’s face. Harper licked and licked, then pulled back when her head was released.

  “Very good. Not quite as talented as your sister, but you’ll learn. The things Helena does to my clit are heavenly.” She turned her head to the table. “Slut Woody. You may come, but not in his ass. Pull out and come in his mouth. Slut Aaron, don’t miss a drop of it.”

  Harper flinched when Oscar touched her shoulder. She wasn’t sure how she knew it was him. She just did. She wanted to shrug him off, but she didn’t. Her m
ind tried to come to terms with what just happened. And her body screamed for release. She wanted to fuck. Needed to fuck. She needed to come.

  “Stand up, Slick.” She wanted to push away from him, but instead, when he offered his hand to help her up, she took it. “You did good.”

  “I hate you,” she whispered under her breath. She expected him to scream at her. Instead he laughed.

  “Don’t hate me because I make you do things, Harper. You could have said no. There’s always that choice. You know what really bothers you? Deep inside you, you know you liked it. It turned you on. Your pussy is dripping with juices and you need to fuck. I’m proving to you that you’re a natural submissive. That’s why you hate me.”

  Chapter Eleven

  “So, we have a play date for tomorrow and will hopefully learn quite a lot,” Walker said as they walked into the hallway.

  Harper’s body ached with need. She hated to admit Oscar was right. She needed to fuck, to come.

  “You did good, Slick,” Walker said. “I’m impressed.”

  Oscar lounged against the wall, smirking at her. “She did, didn’t she? I think we need to mount her on one of those statues. That would be a sight to see. Her pussy full of stone and her ass full of jellied plug.”

  “Not a bad idea,” Walker said. “Watch her ride the statue until she climaxes. But I’d rather have her ride me.”

  “What about me? Do I get to go first this time?”

  “We’ll take her together,” Walker said. “She’ll be stuffed full of cock.”

  “Perfect,” Oscar replied. “But let’s explore some more first. I love this place.”

  “I’m game,” Walker said. “Let’s go.”

  Harper followed behind them, still on her leashes. She wanted to make the suggestion they go back to their room, so she could ease the ache between her thighs, but she didn’t. Plus, there was a huge part of her that wanted to see the different rooms of the resort, to see what they were like and who was participating in what event.

  They found the punishment room first, and Harper cringed as they walked inside. Various levels of moans and screams filled the air. The sounds of whippings and spankings competed with the screams; submissives were held in various positions, tied to walls, crosses, or even suspended from the ceiling.