by Livia Grant
With this new information, Brianna’s eyes fly open. She sees Lukus smiling smugly at her. She’d been so careful and now to find out that Markus had seen the welts from one of her earlier trysts is alarming.
Sensing her disbelief, Lukus addresses her directly again. “That’s right, bitch. Your husband had started to suspect things months ago. I really do have to hand it to you. We’d pretty much given up tailing you because you had managed to keep yourself clean. We didn’t trace any calls between you and any another man. We didn’t see you meeting anyone. There were no suspicious charges on your credit cards. All in all, you looked to be the perfect, doting wife. Until today that is.”
He has moved close to her again. “For the record, if you would have stayed within a few miles of your salon, you’d have most likely gotten away with your little fuck-fest, but since you were stupid enough to drive in your GPS enabled SUV all the way to downtime Chicago and park at a big downtown hotel, you set off a few monitoring alarm bells. It took us all of ten minutes to pull security shots from your salon and see your ex, Jake, there to collect you for your afternoon booty-call. Add to that our tracking of your cell location as well as Jake’s cell location and we have a pretty concrete case. But just in case you’re going to try to convince me that you just went to the hotel to talk or something innocent like, say, exchange recipes, you should also know that once we decided we needed to know more about your location and activities, we enabled the recording device that my team installed in your big ole’ purse months ago.”
Lukus’ is in her face now, practically shouting at her. “Do you know what the hell it was like to sit next to Markus while we listened to your ex-boyfriend fucking you. That’s right. Your purse was close enough to the action that we could pick up on every single nasty little detail. We could hear you screaming at him when he shoved the butt plug up your virgin asshole. We could hear you begging him to fuck you hard when you couldn’t wait any more to have his cock shoved in your traitorous cunt. Those things were bad enough Brianna… but you should have seen the look on Markus’ face when he realized that you were actually enjoying being tied down… being spanked on your bare ass… even going wild when that asshole whipped you with his belt over and over.”
Bri isn’t even trying to hold back her tears anymore.
‘Oh my God… Markus was listening the entire time. He’s never going to forgive me. Never…’
Finally unable to control his anger another minute, Lukus grabs a hand-full of Brianna’s long hair and whips her head back, leaning in over her to stare down into her tear-filled eyes. “What’s it going to be, Brianna? Are you joining the club tonight or becoming a divorcee?”
She’s trapped. She only has one choice that gives her even the tiniest chance of getting Markus to forgive her. With silent tears streaming down her face, Brianna answers his question. “I don’t expect you to understand, but I love Markus. I will never sign anything that makes it easier for him to get rid of me. I’m going to do everything I can to prove to him how sorry I am and how much I love him so I’ll never - do you hear me? - never sign the quick divorce papers.”
“Well that only leaves the other, doesn’t it?” Lukus asks, his voice deceptively soft. “I hope you know what you’re doing, little girl. You may think you can handle the punishment because you get all juicy when your jerk of an ex spanks your ass for a few minutes. But you have absolutely no idea what I’m capable of when it comes to dishing out pain. Last chance.”
“I said never. I don’t care what you do to me Lukus. I’ll never sign the divorce papers.” Bri is surprised at how strong her voice sounds considering the rest of her body is crumbling. She can feel the manacles cutting into her wrists under her weight.
Lukus reaches up and unlocks Brianna’s right arm from her overhead lock, which only puts more weight on her left wrist.
“Get the pen and contract Derek,” he orders, his eyes still locked on Brianna’s.
While Lukus waits for the contract and pen to arrive, he reaches out and rips the beautiful diamond necklace right off Brianna’s neck. The clasp is strong and the powerful yank lightly breaks the skin at the back of her neck. As he works to take her earrings and bracelet off, he let’s the club members know the significance of the jewelry.
“Did you enjoy wearing all these diamonds tonight?” he asks in a taunting tone. “Do you have any idea how lucky you were to have a husband who buys you expensive jewelry like this on each of your anniversaries?”
Derek is back and placing a pen in her free right hand as he stands in front of her holding a thick packet of papers. He’s flipped to the last page and she sees him pointing at the signature line. She looks up to meet Lukus’ hard stare.
“What? I don’t get a chance to review the details before I sign?”
His eyes narrow as if to warn her she’s only making things worse for herself. She finally breaks the stare and, knowing she is defeated, signs her name on the document.
The second she’s finished, Lukus rips the pen out of her hand and yanks her arm up to re-attach the manacle until she begins to feel it again cutting into her wrists.
“Now it’s time to set your safe word,” he says. “Remember, just like every other member, you can invoke your safe word, but the minute you do is the very minute I’m going to give you a pen and you’re going to sign the divorce papers. You got that?” When she doesn’t respond, he chuckles. “I wanted to assign you an easy to remember safe word so I’ve chosen the word ‘divorce’ since that’s exactly what you’ll be choosing should you use it.
Derek has returned with a large pair of sheers and for just a second stands in front of Bri letting her worry about what he has planned for the sharp implement. He then starts at the hem of her little black dress and proceeds to cut it off her body. Seconds later her bra joins her dress on the floor, leaving her standing against the whipping post in just her stockings and high-heeled shoes. She’s grateful that the bright lights prevent her from seeing the audience; it’s bad enough knowing they’re out there, but to be able to see them watching her would be almost unbearable. Then it hits her. Could Markus still be here? Did he stay to find out if she chose to take her punishment or sign the divorce papers?
She’s thinking of Markus watching from their private box when she feels the first sting of the bullwhip on her back. It shouldn’t have been unexpected, but the first lash still takes her breath away. Her surprise turns to raw fear when the pain of the welt grows to a deep burn. As she wrestles with the pain, she hears the swish of the whip in the air and then feels the searing pain of the leather marking her again, this time lower, across her ass.
She manages to absorb only four lashes before she lets the sobs begin to wrack her. Lash after lash, Lukus is ruthless, only taking twenty or thirty seconds between strokes. By the seventh lash Brianna begins to scream for her husband. “Markus… please… I’m so sorry… Markus help me… please.” Because her legs are not restrained, she attempts to move away, but the manacles secure her tightly.
There’s no rescue for Brianna. She loses count of the lashes somewhere around the fifteenth blow. She only vaguely registers each lash as they continue to pummel her back, ass and legs. Lukus only stops when he sees that Brianna is no longer supporting her weight and he lets out a curse when he realizes her right wrist is actually bleeding from where the manacle has cut into her skin.
Bri is vaguely aware of Lukus removing the restraints. When she begins to collapse to the floor, he scoops her up into his arms and for the tiniest of moments holds her body against his muscular chest. While his touch on her striped skin renews her pain, the contact is also strangely comforting.
Lukus doesn’t say a word as he walks her to the spanking bench and almost gently places her face down on the padded surface, stooping to secure each leg. Only after wrapping the abrasions on her right wrist in gauze does he strap her arms down tightly. Once the final waist strap has her completely immobilized, Lukus leans close to her ear.
> “Are you ready to sign your name again yet, Brianna?”
Her answer is weak but clear. “I told you. I’ll never sign, Lukus.”
“Suit yourself. We’ve only just begun. You have no chance of surviving without begging me to bring you the divorce paper. I’ll keep you here as long as I need to. Save yourself some pain and embarrassment. If you stay here, I’m not just going to do painful things to your body. I’m going to enjoy debasing you, humiliating you in ways your naughty little brain hasn’t even dreamed of before.”
When Lukus reaches down to stroke the folds of her pussy, she knows his stroke shouldn’t surprise her, but it does. And she’s mortified when she feels how slick his fingers are as they slide easily through her copious juices. She hadn’t been consciously aware of her body’s reaction to her punishment at the whipping post, but there’s no hiding the fact that she’s soaking wet.
Bri hears Lukus’ whispered “Jesus Christ’ before he finally moves away from her, taking his probing fingers with him. Derek has moved in front of Brianna and is wedging a horrible, uncomfortable neck brace under her chin that forces her to hold her head at an angle allowing the audience to see every emotion crossing her tear-stained face. He then turns the spanking bench ninety degrees so that Brianna is squarely facing the audience. There will be no hiding for her during the next phase of her punishment. She closes her eyes tightly to try to shut them out.
Lukus wastes no more time talking. Brianna can’t see what implement of pain he has chosen, but after the first three strikes against her striped ass, she’s pretty sure he’s using a wide leather strap, judging by the feel and coverage.
The fresh pain has Brianna struggling hard against her restraints as she wails in pain. While the first hard slaps leave her ass burning, it’s clear to anyone watching Brianna that the real fire has begun to migrate to another part of her body. To her incredible shame, painful screams have been replaced with feral moans of sexual desire.
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Lukus watches in amazement as he continues to dish out a full-force strapping to Brianna’s already thoroughly punished ass. In his anger, he’s holding nothing back, which makes what’s playing out before his eyes even more unbelievable to him. He, better than anyone else in attendance, knows exactly what’s happening as he hears Brianna’s screams replaced by throaty groans. He switches angles now and can see her pussy dripping with evidence of her arousal. With each vicious stroke he delivers, Brianna clenches her pussy in a feeble attempt to come.
Lukus is the Master’s Master. Even back when he and Markus were roommates in college, he already knew he’d always live at the darker end of the sexual continuum. He enjoys the fact that he’s managed to make a living specializing in the delivery of pain and humiliation to willing and submissives. There’s very little in the line of deviant sexual experiences that he hasn’t witnessed first hand. In his line of work, what’s happening to his captive on stage is actually quite common. Still, it was completely unexpected from the wife of a friend.
He continues to deliver the hard strapping at a steady rhythm, never allowing Brianna even a slight break to try and regain her composure. She’s both crying out in pain and groaning in pleasure as he pushes her, harder and ever closer to the destination he knows he is driving her to.
Under normal punishment circumstances, he’d actually be holding back to extend the sub’s punishment. But tonight, he wants to know - no, he needs to know the truth. It takes almost five long minutes of non-stop strapping to her now beet-red ass and upper thighs before he finally pushes her over the cliff into a powerful orgasm. He watches as Brianna succumbs to waves of pleasure without so much as a brush against her clit. She’d come hard from just the pain alone.
Only now does Lukus realize his own discomfort from the tightness of his rock-hard cock straining against his jeans. There’s no hiding his arousal from the club members and he briefly flirts with the idea of whipping his cock out and burying it deep in Brianna’s pussy, but immediately puts the idea out of his mind. Despite having what some would deem a twisted sense of morality, he knows he could never touch Markus’ wife like that. He’d seen the pain on Markus’ face as another man had fucked Brianna. He’s not about to go there.
The irony of the situation is not lost on Lukus as he realizes in the process of pushing Brianna to her limit, he may have pushed himself as well. It’s been a long time since he’s felt this close to losing control of himself, and he’s nearly overwhelmed now by his need for release.
He notices that Master Derek, also aroused, is taking advantage of his wife and full-time sub Rachel, to services his needs. His eyes linger on the couple for a few moments as Rachel kneels in front of Derek as he deep-fucks her throat. Even though Derek is more than happy to share Rachel with him, Lukus has no desire for sloppy seconds tonight. He heads backstage with plans to take his frustration out on one of the slaves-in-training instead.
As he walks by Derek, he instructs him to leave Briana alone for now. “Just finish up with Kristen’s punishment and then call it a night,” he says. “Once the show is over, come backstage and I’ll let you know what’s next.” Lukus doesn’t wait for a reply. He knows that Derek will carry out his orders as soon as he finishes shooting his cum down Rachel’s throat.
Lukus heads straight to his office and slams the door with loud bang. He’s wound tight and paces around, trying to calm himself. This is not how he expected Brianna’s punishment to go at all. When Markus asked for his help in making sure his wayward wife got what she deserved, he expected her to last less than an hour before signing the divorce paper. This new turn of events changes everything. He’s going have to rethink his entire strategy if he’s going to break Brianna.
But before he does that, Lukus is going to have to figure out some way to tell one of his oldest friends that he’s beginning to understand at least on one level why his loving wife had been unfaithful. It may not absolve her of her guilt, but it does at least explain a possible motive. Lukus pours himself a drink and downs it rapidly, hoping to take the edge off his nervousness so he can figure out the best way to tell Markus that his wife is a pain slut.
Chapter Six
Brianna awakes with a start. She’d been having a nightmare but now that she’s awake she can’t remember the details. As she keeps her eyes closed, trying to calm her racing heart, all she can remember is she’d been in trouble. She had needed help desperately. As the fuzziness fades, unwanted details start to flood back.
An unidentified man had chased her into a large, dark room. Once there, she’d been relieved to see Markus on the other side, but no matter how hard she tried to move toward him, he kept moving away from her. She had tried calling out to him, but it was like he couldn’t see or hear her. She was invisible to him. When Markus started passionately kissing a scantily clad woman, she jolted awake.
Bri stretches and both her arms and legs hit metal and the sickening realization dawns that this nightmare is real. She finds herself curled up on a thin mat lining the bottom of her 3x3x3 metal cage not big enough to stand in or even stretch out in fully. Unwanted memories flood back, reminding her she’s in the backstage dungeon of The Punishment Pit.
There are no windows, making it impossible to tell what time of day it is. She can only guess it’s either very late or very early, as the club is finally eerily quiet.
Anger flares deep when she realizes she’s been left to sleep in a cage like an animal, a possession.
The events of the previous day rush in on her like a tidal wave. Her betrayal, her overwhelming guilt, Markus’ deep anger, the heartbreaking pain in his eyes, his wanting a divorce, his abandonment of her, the humiliation of her punishment….
She vaguely remembers Master Derek carrying her backstage not long after Lukus had whipped her to her shameful orgasm on stage in front of everyone in the club. He’d forcibly shoved her into the cage, ignoring her as she’d begged to be allowed to call Tiffany. She’d waited what seemed like hours for Lukus to come
check on her, but he never did. Finally, she’d fallen asleep.
Brianna gives in to the urge to cry. Sobs wrack her sore body as she curls into a tight ball. Cool air brushing over her naked body causes her to shiver.
Bri rolls slightly, attempting to see if there might be a blanket or sheet in the cage to use to shelter her from the chill. The second she rolls onto her back, she’s aware of pain running from her shoulders down to the back of her knees.
Time crawls by as she lies curled up in pain, unable to sleep. She’s very thirsty, a little hungry and has to pee. She last time she’d gone to the bathroom was at Hugo’s, and that seems like a lifetime ago. She wants to feel sorry for herself, but each time she does she thinks of the pain in Markus’ eyes and reminds herself that she deserves to be uncomfortable.
She can’t stop thinking of Markus, at home in their bed right now. Is he curled up next to another woman as he said he would be? Did he pick up a whore somewhere and take her home to their bed to fuck senselessly? The thought of her husband with another woman causes her more pain than the severe whipping she’d received the night before at the hands of Master Lukus. She takes a minute to pray he didn’t mean what he’d said, and that he’d just been trying to hurt her like she’d hurt him.
Unable to find a blanket in the dungeon’s dim light, Brianna curls back up into a ball in an attempt to get warm before once again surrendering to sleep and the vivid nightmares it brings.
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In spite of being stretched out in his comfortable king size bed, Lukus is not getting much more sleep than his captive. After whipping Brianna into her orgasm the night before, he’d stormed back to his office just in time. To his surprise, he’d nearly lost control on stage – something that has never happened in the over five years since he opened the private sex club. It had taken all of his willpower to turn away from his friend’s wife without releasing his oversized cock and plunging it into her dripping wet pussy.
