The Ascendancy Chronicles - The Beginning

by J. M. Alt

  THE ASCENDANCY CHRONICLES

  THE BEGINNING

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  J. M. Alt

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  THE ASCENDANCY CHRONICLES

  THE BEGINNING

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  My whip snaked out, marking the tender skin on her ass once more as she jerked against her bindings, moaning. I let the whip hang loose as I stepped up to examine the welt, running my finger over the raised skin, then sliding down between her legs to trace the rope pulled tight through her pussy. She was wet, excited.

  I circled her, holding my whip in one hand while I used my finger to trace the ropes binding her body, tormenting her. I tugged at the bindings around the base of each tit, making sure they were tight.

  I wanted those tits to remain taut and full.

  I tweaked each alligator clamp biting into the tender flesh on her nipples and elicited a deep moan from her.

  My fingers moved up, across the smooth leather of the posture collar keeping her head up and tracing the leather strap biting into her cheek, pulling the cock gag deep in her mouth. Her eyes never left mine except to glance every once in a while at the whip as it trailed on the floor.

  I stepped over to the wall and hit the button to take up a little more slack on the winch. She groaned deeply into the gag as the cable pulling her arms over her head tightened, stretching her against the leather cuffs holding her ankles clipped to eye bolts anchored to the floor spreading her legs uncomfortably wide. I could see the muscles tighten in her thighs and arms as the steel cable pulling her upward offered no mercy, stretching her until her body was as taut as I could go without separating joints.

  Her eyes briefly rolled up, then back down again as she focused on me.

  My wife had a long night ahead of her suffering for her disobedience.

  I exchanged the whip for my crop and circled her – a predator playing with its prey – cropping each ass cheek and the backs of her thighs. Working my way around, I began to crop her mound, her exposed pussy lips and her engorged tits.

  Not hard. Not yet.

  I stepped back as a moan escaped her lips and administered ten sharp swats to each ass cheek, alternating first to the right, then left cheek and varying the times between each swat to keep her from anticipating the smack. She jerked against the suspension, eyes wide and groaning deeply into her gag.

  “Did you think I would let your little stunt go unpunished?” I asked as I fondled her crotch, driving my finger between the ropes buried in her wet pussy and finger-fucking her swift and hard.

  She tried to focus on me, but the finger fucking must have felt good as her eyes slid up and disappeared as she closed them.

  I slapped her to get her attention and she re-focused on me.

  “That’s right, my bitch. Stay with me.” I paused, running my pussy-juice soaked fingers along her face. “I’ll let you cum later.”

  I swatted her pussy by bringing the crop upwards in a full swing, making sure the pad landed fully on her engorged pussy lips.

  Hard.

  Hard enough to cause her to jerk up against the cuffs holding her ankles to the floor.

  Her eyes went wide with the shock of the strike and she actually squealed into the latex cock embedded in her mouth.

  My cock was hard, bulging in my pants. Throbbing.

  I wanted that pussy. I wanted to sink my cock in her and fuck her wet cunt hard. Unbuckling her gag, I slid it from her mouth, then roughly gripped the back of her head with my hand and kissed her, forcing my tongue deep into her mouth.

  Drew responded, her tongue fighting with mine and darting into my own mouth. We stayed this way for what seemed like an eternity before I slowly pulled away, still holding the back of her neck.

  She stared at me, then spoke in a low voice. “I hope you’re not done yet, Sir” Her voice dropped to almost a whisper – a husky sexy whisper. “I’m just beginning to enjoy this.”

  I kissed her deeply once more, then pulled away and laughed, “No, my lovely slut. I intend to punish you for the entire weekend.”

  She smiled. “Thank you, Sir.”

  I re-gagged her and stepped over to exchange my crop for a thin cane. As I positioned myself, I couldn’t help but think how different my life has been from what it was five years ago.

  I tapped the cane against the back of her thighs, letting her know what was coming.

  So obedient now. Yet she hasn't always been so obedient.

  And if not for what happened five years ago, Beth would not be my slave. In fact, if not for my lovely Drew and her little stunt, I would not be the person I am today.

  I almost forgot about Beth.

  I caned her ass once, then, leaving my wife to consider the weekend ahead of her, I checked on Beth in the bedroom.

  She lay encased in a leather sleep sack, the multitude of straps and zippers along the back of the sack pulled tight to bind her body and stretch the thin soft leather of the sack so tight it was almost a second skin covering her from her feet to the base of her neck. I used a leather hood to finish the covering, smoothing and pulling the soft black leather flush against her skin. A thick heavily padded blindfold covered her eyes and a large cock gag filled her mouth.

  Only her nose was visible.

  She was held down on the bed by long leather straps cinched around her body then run through the iron frame and buckled tight. Her nipples pushed against the thin leather and I couldn’t help but trace the outline of each with my finger, knowing both were forced into plump nubs of tender flesh by the thin rubber bands around the base of each.

  Just tight enough to keep them plump and engorged.

  Beth, my slave and my toy. My executive assistant.

  Drew and Beth both knew they would be punished, so I had little pity for either and I knew neither wanted pity or mercy. They knew what was going to happen and left more than enough clues so that I would know what they did. It wasn’t the first time.

  I wasn’t ready to deal with Beth just yet.

  But I decided she needed to know she was on my mind. I removed her gag and kissed her like I did Drew, hard and deep, forcing my tongue into her.

  And like Drew, she responded, her tongue dancing with mine. I pulled away and her mouth stayed open, inviting.

  I knew exactly what this little toy wanted.

  I slide my pants off and straddled her chest, her full tits making for a nice cushion as my thick hard cock rested on her tongue. Beth tried to suck my cock in, but I held it back, toying with her mouth and just letting her kiss the tip.

  Not allowed to speak, she nibbled, licked and kissed my cock tip, doing everything she could to e
ntice me to fuck her little mouth and fill her with my hot cum.

  What she didn’t realize was that I was enjoying the show.

  Finally tiring of the teasing, I slowly pushed the head of my cock into her mouth, then shifted position to straddle her so I could fuck her mouth, sliding my cock in deep until I could feel it push into her throat. I pumped her mouth for a bit, then pulled out to let her breathe before shoving my cock back in. Each time I throatfucked her, I did so for a bit longer and pushed a bit deeper.

  Beth neither struggled or fought the face-fucking. She’s quite good at sucking cock and face-fucking is something she truly enjoys. So I fucked her pretty mouth, listening to her struggle to breath, then suck in deep breaths when I pulled out. Yet she never closed her mouth. In fact, she tried to open it further against the restraint of the leather hood, tongue always in place to provide a nice path for my cock to slide on as I pushed into her tight throat once again.

  I continued to face-fuck her for several long minutes before the pleasure and pressure of her tight throat finally pushed me over the edge. Tensing and pushing, I began to fast pump my cock, feeling my balls tense as they bounced off her leather covered chin, her nose pushed against my belly.

  And I came, forcing globs of creamy jism down her throat and into her belly. She started to struggle, fighting against me for a breath as the hot cum slid down her throat. I pulled out and she gasped, sucking in air. And just as quickly, she closed her lips around my cock, sucking it back in and milking it to drink the last drops of my cum.

  Finished with Beth – for now – I used long strips of black duct tape to re-gag her, then tightened each strap holding her body to the bed one notch tighter and turned out the lights as I left her.

  Drew’s eyes were closed.

  Such a little bitch. I remembered the night when it all started. The night that would change the three of us forever.

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  I came home after another fourteen-hour day running my very successful consulting firm to find her SUV backed into the drive. Drew stood in the hallway as I came in.

  Her voice was emotionless, "I'm leaving."

  I was shocked. "Why?"

  She looked at me. "What do you mean 'Why'? Are you serious?” She looked at me incredulously. “You have given me a good fuck in so long I can’t even remember what your cock looks like. And the last few over the past couple months have been nothing more than Wham-Bam, Thank you Ma'am." She shook her pretty head. "I told you I need excitement. I want someone who can control me. You know that. You used to do that. You used to be a man. You've become...a wimp."

  I slapped her before I knew what I was doing. Her head snapped to the side as I yelled, "You bitch," raising my hand once more. "I work my ass off and all you can say when you leave me is I'm a wimp? I oughta..."

  "You oughta what?" she countered as she felt her cheek, a smile coming to her lips.

  I looked at her and dropped my hand.

  "That's right," she said, watching me lower my hand as I fought for control. "We wouldn't want to get out of control. But, then again, that's been your problem for a long time." She brushed by me as she left. "If only you'd learned how to control me. Too bad.”

  That was Friday night.

  I spent all day Saturday driving, pounding my fist against the dash every time I heard those words.

  If only I had learned to control her?

  What did she want from me?

  I found myself that night in a sleazy little bar on the scum-side of town, drowning the cunt’s words with beer and shots of whiskey and wanting badly to beat the shit out of something or someone.

  By midnight, as I stumbled out of the place, I was drunk and still mad. I knew enough not to drive home, but I didn’t have anywhere in particular to go. And I didn’t really give a fuck. Walking for a while, I stopped to piss off the sidewalk, right in front of a real dive.

  I didn't care. Let someone say something.

  I turned and looked at the place as I pissed. It was one of those adult bookstores – the kind with the windows blacked out.

  You know the kind of place I’m talking about.

  I stared at the door for a moment, then went inside, pushing my way through some guy coming out. The place was bigger than I thought and well lit. Perverts stood looking at magazines, blowup dolls and rubber cocks, or wandering along the several aisles full of magazines and books with sucking and fucking sluts on the covers looking like they were enjoying every minute of their rutting. I made my way to the back, exchanging a few dollars for tokens as I went inside the video booth area.

  I felt like jacking off.

  Bitch. Such a bitch.

  The first image I saw as I dropped a couple of tokens into the slot was a ginger redhead, hung by thick leather cuffs around her wrists connected to heavy chains from the ceiling so that her feet were off the ground. Her legs were spread wide by a metal bar attached to thick leather cuffs around her ankles. A huge red ball gag filled her pretty mouth, while large alligator clamps pinched her nipples. Weights hanging from the clamps swung violently as she struggled.

  The alligator clamps were the real thing - the kind with nasty teeth on them. And it looked like those teeth were biting hard on each of her plump nipples. She had those big nice natural full tits you love to handle with thick nipples. The kind of nipples a guy loves to suck and bite. They reminded me of Drew’s.

  The camera panned down to her bare pussy – shaved completely. I couldn’t help but stare at that pussy as my hand undid my pants and I unleashed my cock. Stroking it, I wondered what it would be like to play with a shaved cunt, fascinated by that bare wet pussy on the screen as I stroked my meat.

  Her pussy lips were spread wide and open. And clipped to her clit was another alligator clip, even heavier weights pulling it down as she moaned. The camera zoomed in on her swollen and tortured clit, the alligator clip clamped cruelly at the base.

  I stroked my cock nice and slow, picturing what it would be like to finger fuck that tender pussy or torment that swollen clit.

  As the camera panned back out, a man with a leather hood covering his head stepped into the picture and groped those gorgeous tits, then shoved his finger into her pussy, making the weight swing wildly. He stroked her and pumped her several times as he pushed another finger in. She responded, obviously wanting the attention, eyes closed.

  The bitch moaned and arched into him, begging with her body.

  He stepped out of the picture, then returned with a nasty looking whip – a long handled thing with about three feet of what looked like braided leather on the end. He snapped it in the air three times, then lashed her right across the top of those full tits without pause. A red welt immediately formed on the flesh.

  She screamed into the gag.

  He asked if she wanted another as he flicked the tip of the whip in the air, causing it to snap loudly.

  Eyes wide, she nodded her head yes.

  He stepped behind her and took another swing, striking her across her tight ass as the tip wrapped around and snapped loudly on her bare mound, adding another welt to the four already raised on the flesh of her ass from what must have been a previous whipping while a new welt appeared on her tender mound. Even through the gag, she squealed, struggling and causing the weights hanging on her nipples and the one hanging from her cunt to sway even more violently.

  "You had enough, bitch?"

  The girl shook her head no, eyes staring at her tormentor.

  He looked her over once more. “Fine, “he commented as he viciously groped her shaven pussy once more, fingering her deeply for several minutes before slapping her bare mound hard. “I’ll be back after you’ve had a chance to think about things to give you a few more and see if you’ve learned your lesson." Smacking her tits with his bare hands once more, he turned and left the screen.

  I stared at her as the camera closed in, focusing on her tormented nipples and panning up to emphasize the gag stretching her mouth. A tendril of saliva sli
pped off her chin and the camera panned with it as the clear liquid slowly stretched downward to her tormented tits, the welt now very red and raised.

  Control.

  An idea formed in my alcohol-soaked brain as the scene changed and her tormentor came back on the screen – the whip still in one hand along with a huge vibrator in his other.

  I shoved all the tokens into the slot and sat back, stroking myself as I enjoyed the show and letting my idea take shape.

  CHAPTER ONE

  I popped Drew’s ass with the palm of my hand, leaving a nice red print of my hand on her tanned skin. Her eyes popped open and she looked at me, trying to focus.

  I smiled as I popped her ass cheek again, the force of my spanking jerking her against the suspension. Her ass was so nice and tight, the muscles tensed against the tension of this brutal suspension.

  I circled my lovely bitch. Slapping her tits on each side and smacking her plump pussy mound hard, I traced the sharply detailed tattoo above her pussy, marking her permanently as my property.

  Chuckling, I remembered how I set up that first session with her, playing the hurt husband while at the same time setting her up to meet this Master who was supposed to test her.

  I toyed with Drew’s clit between the tight ropes, rubbing it against those ropes as I worked it between them and grinning as I remembered that Monday conversation that set her on the path – a path that led her to this.

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  "C'mon, Drew. You owe me at least a chance to talk. It’s been over four weeks."

  "We’ve talked. I just don't think there's anything left," she responded over the phone. "Hon, I love you but you've lost the fire you had and I need something more. And as much as I love you, I can’t wait to see if you ever get it back. I want it now."