Menage Bk 1: Stephanie's Menage

by Mari Byrne

  She knew he would wield the whip with great insatiability. She remembered the one time she had allowed him to try. He had brought her to a climax that came so close to those Mitch and Kristain had given her. Briefly it had her contemplating giving up her plan to drive Stephanie from the two men.

  One thing had changed her mind. Stanley was just as wicked as herself, and she wanted the only competition in her life to be between Mitch and Kristain fighting over her attentions.

  Stanley was looking at Babbet as if he wanted her to start on him rather than Stephanie. She hurriedly brought her thoughts back to the tableau before her.

  Babbet stepped back, deciding to wait for Stephanie to awaken a bit more. She didn’t wanted Stephanie to miss a moment of the pleasure she would find in her eyes when she woke, confused and shackled.

  She composed her features into a semblance of hunger and spoke. “I want you to watch while I whip the woman. I want to see the pain on her face I inflict and have her know she is getting as much pain as she has given me. And above all, I want her to know someone else is witnessing her humiliation.”

  Babbet turned her head and brought her fist up to her nose. She had taken her hankie out of her pocket and was using it in as part of her melodramatic performance. She wanted Stanley to think she was overcome with emotion, and would have been shocked to know he already saw through her dramatics.

  Stanley watched Babbet try to squeeze out a few tears and when none were forthcoming, buried her head in her hands.

  He gave a snort of laughter. When she shook with her fake crying fit he thought about getting up to go stroke her hair in some semblance of comfort. But instead, told her he would do as she asked.

  And he would. He also had a plan that entailed waiting. When Babbet was done, he would use Stephanie. He didn’t want some doped up woman on drugs, he wanted one who would respond to him.

  Not that The Slut needed to know it. No, he would watch Babbet give Stephanie a few swats, and then he was going to come and slake his lust with his Slut.

  He watched Babbet raise her head, and found she had somehow actually managed to squeeze out a few tears. He reached out with his hand and gently swiped them away, and murmured a few trite words of comfort.

  “Don’t worry. I know you have plans for her, and we'll make plans for you. You won’t be left in the cold.” With that parting remark, he watched as a much happier Babbet walked over to where Stephanie hung and began to cheerfully rid her of her dress with key tugs and rips.

  The stupor Stephanie had been in was beginning to recede. If she stayed still long enough her vision cleared even more and she began to get a better feel of her surroundings. She seemed to be in a room with the man who had introduced himself to her at the party and a woman who she still couldn’t seem to place.

  She wanted to shake her head and rid herself of the drugged feeling, and she had tried.

  It had been a mistake. All it had done was make her more dizzy and nauseous. It had taken every ounce of will power she still had not to vomit.

  It had felt like days had passed when Stephanie realized she was more under the influence of the drug than she had thought.

  She heard voices continue to talk and wondered just what they had in mind for her. She didn’t have to wonder long when she heard the woman announce he was to watch.

  Stephanie had lifted her head enough to see the man Stanley and the woman who now held some kind of whip. She would have shuddered at its presence but knew if she started she would continue to shake until she fell apart.

  She waited while the man had comforted the woman and then watched when she turned around and came toward her. She closed her eyes and tried the restraints at her wrist once more.

  Stanly watched as Stephanie began to struggle once more.

  When she stopped and looked up at the woman, Babbet gave her a gentle smile. “Please, continue to struggle.” She reached out to Stephanie and took hold of front of her dress. “It excites me.”

  Babbet gave a brutal yank and the front of the dress came away in her hands.

  Stephanie held a scream in her throat and squeezed her eyes shut. She felt her dress slide down her body and did her best to concentrate on nothing.

  The woman had said Stephanie’s struggles excited her and Stephanie didn’t want that. She controlled herself to the best of her abilities and tried to think of something pleasant.

  As soon as she had the thought, a picture of Mitch and Kristain leapt into her mind. She pictured the three of them together the last time she had seen them and found it—

  Pain snaked across her back and buttocks as she jerked forward. The scream of fright she had held in turned into a scream of pain she had no choice but to let go.

  When at last the level of pain had receded to a dull ache, she took a deep breath and hung in her restraints panting.

  When Stephanie was given a moment, a very brief moment, she found the only good thing to come out of it was the pain had cleared her mind.

  If the woman continued to swing the strap across her back, buttocks, and shoulders, and Stephanie didn’t pass out, the drug would very soon be out of her body completely.

  “Ah, yes.” The woman reached out to caress the red welts she had left on Stephanie’s backside. There was slight warmth where she had laid the whip across her back. Warmth Babbet knew would grow into a searing fire for Stephanie and keep her skin hot to the touch.

  The throbbing had subsided in her own cunt, yet it became an aching heat itself as she thought of what was to come. Babbet stepped back and continued her conversation with Stephanie as she raised the cat-o’-nine for another swing.

  “I think a few more of these will do nicely. What do you say we give it a whirl?”

  Babbet was doing a fine imitation of a dog in heat. She squirmed where she stood as she watched the lash coming down on the backside of Stephanie. It excited her to see this woman suffer.

  She had attempted to use her words as another lash on Stephanie’s mind but found with each stroke she swung, it made her breath leave her body and she had trouble holding on to her thoughts.

  If she continued this for much longer she was going to climax and ruin the whole plan of torturing Stephanie.

  Stanley stopped just short of climax himself. He sat in his chair and held perfectly still as he steadied his breathing. He continued to watch the woman who hung in cuffs before him and made little whimpering sounds.

  Maybe he had gone just a little too far when he had agreed to kidnap her, but to see her wiggle and jiggle in nothing but garters, a demi-bra, and heels, had been worth every minute! It had driven him to whip out his cock and make use of the fantasy unfolding in front of him.

  He turned his head and found Babbet with her hand down her skirt and Stanley smiled wickedly. He hadn’t been the only one to enjoy the show.

  Stanley turned back to Stephanie and made a decision. Getting up, he stuffed himself none too gently back into his pants, then took the syringe he had used on her earlier out of his pocket, uncapped it, and swiped at the sweat that ran down Stephanie's shoulder so her skin was unmarred.

  When she gave a soft whimper, he hushed her.

  “Easy. This will make it feel all better.” He sank the needle into her arm and hit the plunger. It would soon take effect and then he would see if Babbet was as hot as her hand was making her at the moment.

  He would need to hurry though. Somewhere along the way, the tube of the needle had leaked and there was very little of the drug left.

  Stephanie waited for the relief to come and it didn’t take long. Her last thoughts were where the hell are Mitch and Kristain!

  * * * * *

  Mitch and Kristain had gotten a description of the man seen leaving with Stephanie and were on their way to the apartment. Neither wanted to think Stephanie had decided to take him home, or Riad forbid she had gone to his place.

  But Mitch had known it could be a possibility. Both he and Kristain had decided they needed to check the apart
ment. They were on their way up the stairs when the first image flashed in their head.

  Stephanie tied to a pole and a man, one who fit the description given of the man last seen with her, stood beside her with—

  The image vanished.

  The men stopped climbing the stairs and stood as still as statues. They sent out probes and screams alike to Stephanie, but to no avail.

  It was Mitch who shook Kristain out of his attempts.

  “Stop. It is gone.” Mitch tried to sound practical. “We will continue—” It was as far as he got.

  With a roar to do any lion like avartar proud, Kristain launched himself at his brother.

  Mitch moved with the speed of their kind and managed to get behind his brother where he held onto him.

  “Stop! It does not help our wife! Get control of yourself!” He repeated it, and variations of it, over and over for what felt like eternity.

  When Kristain finally panted in his hold, he repeated it again and asked for a reply from his beloved twin. He could only pray they weren’t doomed to spend the rest of their time together as enemies who would eventually kill each other.

  Kristain sent an image of a still lake to his brother and tried to apologize.

  “I’ll let you go when you speak to me in a calm manner and don’t try to end my life.” Kristain knew it hurt Mitch to do this, and found he could push the feelings of helplessness back again.

  He had in no way wanted to hurt his brother, but the fact there hadn’t been direct contact with his wife in so long—

  And then to have the image of her restrained and naked with another man—

  He pushed those thoughts out of his mind also and spoke.

  “Brother of my Blood, Brother of my Heart, and Husband of our Wife, it is I who should beg your forgiveness. I know not what—”

  Mitch gave a strained shout and let his brother go.

  He turned Kristain around and grasped him in a quick bear hug and then let him go by pounding him on the back.

  “Brother mine. There is no need for a formal apology.” Mitch starred at Kristain and continued to pat his brother on the back.

  The strain both had been feeling eased a bit, and they both breathed a tiny sigh of relief that at least Stephanie was alive. It was something they had both felt, but seeing her had given them the measure of assurance they had needed.

  Kristain returned the patting with a slug to his brother’s arm. “Thank you brother mine. I needed that.”

  They both continued up the stairs and went down the hallway to Stephanie’s apartment.

  Once there, they realized neither of them had keys.

  “Well, it’s not as if we can’t get it fixed later.” Kristain barely finished his comment when both raised a leg and slammed the door open. They didn’t wait for it to stop and hit the wall as they just rushed in. The door never came near the two who went through the apartment with the speed born into them, gifted from their ancestors.

  They met at the front door and found, as expected Stephanie wasn’t in the apartment.

  “As much as it pains me,” Kristain started toward the couch with Mitch following, “we’re going to have to go back over the flash scene we got. There may be—” Kristain trailed off and Mitch finished his thought for him.

  “Yes. There just may be a clue in it.” And maybe, they would be able to find their wife quicker.

  Chapter 17

  Stanley watched as Babbet knelt on all fours on the bed.

  So far, he had only teased her.

  She had come once, and he was prepared to go at it all night. Except the whip continually reminded him that another woman waited for his attention.

  He watched as Babbet rocked back and forth and repeatedly thrust her bottom out toward the lash he wielded.

  He made up his mind this would be the end to her fun for the night. After she had climaxed for a second time, he would leave her limp and sated and then see to Stephanie.

  By then, she would be awake and willing or not, his.

  * * * * *

  Stephanie awoke to the feeling of pain. It wasn’t nearly as bad as what she had felt earlier. She also felt a little more clearheaded than before.

  She still felt fuzzy, but she knew where she was. She lifted her head and waited for the room to come into focus.

  By the time it did, she was already struggling to get free.

  It had taken her more time than she wanted to think about to get herself out of the laughingly easy cuffs Stanley and the woman had used.

  Her mind had begun to clear even more when Stephanie stood up and had to suck in her breath at the pain in her back. Her arms were stiff and she had to stifle a scream. Her throat hurt as well, but she didn’t want to alert anyone to the fact she was awake and free.

  She waited until she could control the movements of her body and slowly shuffled toward the door.

  She leaned into the door, putting her ear against it. She wanted to say she was listening for anyone, but she knew it was because she needed to rest for a moment.

  When Stephanie felt she could move once more, she pushed herself off the door and gripped the knob opening it.

  Her back burned, her arms hurt, her butt was still mostly on fire, and her feet felt like lead weights at the ends of her legs. None of it mattered, she was leaving, and nothing was going to stop her. The further Stephanie went, the more she started to feel the effects of the drug. She found if she stopped for anything, the feeling receded.

  She tried to open her mind to Mitch and Kristain but couldn’t hang on to the connection for any length of time.

  So she focused on climbing the stairs she found and ultimately her way out of wherever Stanley had brought her.

  Mitch and Kristain had gone over the scene that had flashed so briefly into their minds. They found if they didn’t concentrate directly on Stephanie they caught glimpses of what was around her.

  The one they continued to strain their inner eyes on was the image of a woman’s leg and shoe in the corner of Stephanie’s vision. But no matter how each tried to strain their vision, they couldn’t make out who the woman was.

  They decided to try one more time when they were given a barge of visions coming in fits and starts.

  First there were images of stairs. No sooner had one flashed into their minds than it left quickly to be replaced by the image of a door at the top of the stairs. The next one to come through was an image of a chin-up bar, then restraints attached to it, then the door again.

  Mitch and Kristain barely had enough time to send out a quick shout before the visions vanished and they could only pray Stephanie heard their calls.

  Stephanie’s head came up with a jerk as she thought she heard Mitch and Kristain calling to her. The sudden motion made her bend over and vomit.

  When her stomach calmed and her head stopped spinning, Stephanie opened her eyes. Thanking and cursing the fates at the same time that she hadn’t eaten very much at the party, she straightened up and turned back to the door she had been trying to open.

  Her mind cleared enough for her to open the door, walk through, and look around.

  She found herself in a short hallway. All she had to do would be to take a few steps and she’d find herself walking toward a door that should surely lead to the outside.

  At least she hoped that was what happened.

  Stephanie stumbled forward and used the wall to keep herself propped up. She reached the corner where the hallway turned into an even longer hallway and breathed a sigh of relief.

  There, at the end of the hall, was what had to be the front door to the house.

  She gathered the strength she would need to propel herself to the end of the hall and out the door.

  When she was sure there was no one around, she started walking down the hall as quietly as she could. She strained her ears to hear any sound that might give her away, and also listened for any sound someone was around.

  She managed to get to the door and was just beginning t
o open it when she heard a noise.

  Stephanie listened for a moment and thought she heard grunting. She shook her head slightly and found her head was almost completely clear of the drugs.

  She tried again to connect Mitch and Kristain, and focused on her surroundings.

  She was focusing so intently she had to wonder if the shouts of her name were in her head, or coming from someone next to her.

  Finally she gave up on sending images to her husbands when her head started to throb uncontrollably. She used what concentration she had left to open the door and slip out.

  She was closing it when she heard the distinctive yell of completion.

  Stephanie was sure the scream had come from the woman who had been in the room with Stanley, and the scream had held a sound of pain in it.

  Shuddering, she quickly closed the door, and did her best to hurry down the steps to reach the sidewalk.

  Mitch and Kristain both held their heads in unison as the vision slammed into them with the force of a brick.

  When the pain had subsided enough for both men to see again, they found themselves on the floor. Mitch looked at Kristain and found he was as slow to get up as Mitch.

  Kristain looked at his brother and wondered if Mitch had seen anything. He would have just looked into his mind if his own head hadn’t pulsed as if someone had set off a bomb in it.

  “Please tell me you saw whatever it was that laid us out.” Kristain whispered it, but it still managed to make him feel ill.

  Mitch looked as pale as Kristain thought he probably did, but managed to croak a response. “It was Stephanie.” Mitch paused to take a shallow breath and prayed he wouldn’t lose the food he had eaten at the party.

  “She’s in pain, and she is at Babbet’s house.” He swallowed once more and knew he was going to lose the battle with his stomach. He tried to stand and knew he would never make it to the bathroom.