Charlie screeched in agony. Ricky glanced back in time to see Ani twisting the nipple clamp. Oh God. That had to hurt like hell. His cock leaped to full attention.
Signaling Ricky to stay where he was, Bishop Stuart circled the cross, inspecting Ani’s work. “Who were your accomplices, Mr. Scott?” She carried a single taper candle in a pewter bowl with a handle on one side. Ricky eyed the thing suspiciously, but for the moment, at least, it appeared she meant only to use it as a period prop.
“I acted alone, Mistress,” Charlie answered. “Bishop. I regret my transgressions, and wish to atone for my actions.”
Ricky snorted. Dumb bastard. He had yet to learn the meaning of regret. “What is the prisoner’s sentence, Bishop?” Ani asked.
“The prisoner is to be tested by the trial of three. Start with the cane. Ten lashes.”
Ten lashes? He’d gotten three times that last session. His ass still stung when the rough leather chaps rubbed him the wrong way. And what was the trial of three?
Ani retrieved a length of bamboo about three feet long from the seemingly limitless collection of toys and implements on the wall. “I don’t believe you’re at all repentant, Mr. Scott. I think if we let you go you would continue your perversions unchecked. I intend to see to it that you’ll remember this punishment, and learn from your transgressions.” She cracked her cane over the sole of the prisoner’s right foot.
Ricky could see him biting his lip, trying to hold in the pain. “Count the strokes,” Crystal ordered, and Ricky grinned, surprised to find he felt more than a little malice toward the man.
“Yes, Bishop. One, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress, may I have --”
Ani struck again before he’d finished his request, this time to the left.
Charlie screamed. Ani waited patiently. Ricky felt his cock getting so hard he wondered if he might come just from watching a man get beaten. Damn. He must be some kind of sick pervert.
Charlie’s tortured little prick was so hard inside its plastic cage that the bars made deep dents in his swollen flesh. And each time it jumped, it pulled on the nipple clamps. “Two, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress, may I have another.”
Crack!
Charlie’s hips bucked up off of the table. “Three, Mistress…”
Richard tuned them out to watch Mistress Crystal. She stood just out of the camera shot now. Her black barrister’s robes had fallen open and her finger stroked over her clit. He could see her nipples calling out for attention.
“Mistress?” he whispered.
Crystal reached out a hand to him, pulling him gently to his feet. Moving to stand behind her, Richard reached around with both hands to stroke her breasts, pulling her back against his chest. She spread her legs slightly, riding his cock without letting him penetrate her. “Please, Mistress,” he whispered, too low for the mike to pick up, “may I have another.”
She ground her ass against the root of his cock, moaning softly when he pinched her nipples. “You like watching as much as he likes the pain, don’t you, Mistress.”
Crystal laughed. “Maybe.”
Ani applied the final swat with her cane. The soles of Charlie’s feet had turned a bright, blistering red. Stalking back on set, Crystal stopped next to Ani and pulled her in for a kiss, hard and heavy and directly in the prisoner’s line of sight. “Your penance has just begun,” she announced. She nodded her head to Ricky. “The second trial will be ice.”
Ricky hurried to bring her the ice bucket Ani had had him fill and carry down. He’d wondered if Crystal was planning to serve champagne, but now he suspected she was up to something far more devious. Crystal took the antique ice bucket and tapped the floor with her toe. “Assume the position.”
Ricky dropped to his knees, his ass exposed as he lowered his forehead, hands clasped behind his back. His cock was so hard he had to spread his knees more than he should have, but Mistress didn’t seem to mind.
The chunks were half moon shaped, long and thin, ideal for… exactly what Ani must have envisioned them for -- rimming the prisoner’s tight little asshole with the tip. As the first drops of frigid water started to drip down Charlie’s cheeks, Crystal pushed the thin chunk through the tight hole until it disappeared. The prisoner’s hips jerked wildly in a parody of what might have been a fight for sexual release, his cries muffled against Ani’s pussy. Crystal took another ice cube in each hand and ran them slowly over his ball sac.
Ricky moaned at the sight, having totally forgotten he was supposed to have his head tucked to the floor. His cock ached so badly it was all he could do not to seek some form of relief.
“Executioner.”
Executioner? She meant him. Ricky’s gaze jerked from the tortured prisoner to Crystal’s face, mortified that he’d been caught watching.
Crystal didn’t look pissed. In fact her smile looked so devious he was even more worried than if she’d been angry with him. She handed him a condom. For a moment he thought she was going to let him fuck her. Or even Charlie. But apparently she had something else in mind. “Do you enjoy watching us torture the prisoner?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he admitted. Whether he should have been watching or not was not the point. Lying to his Mistress was far worse than watching her work.
“Stand up, Executioner. I want you to show the prisoner what he’s missing. What he’s going to be missing until his Mistress decides to remove his cage.”
Ricky scrambled to his feet. Show… Masturbate? She wanted him to masturbate, on camera? With Charlie watching? Could he?
Ani knelt before Crystal, spread her nether lips wide, and began licking her pussy. Ricky swallowed a groan.
“Please, Mistress,” Charlie moaned. “I need relief!”
Ricky smiled, unrolling the condom over his rigid cock. Yeah. He could do this. Especially with Charlie watching.
With slow, measured strokes he pumped his hand over his cock, rocking his hips as the pleasure began to build. This was going to be good. So good. With his free hand he cupped his balls, rolling them slowly, with just the right pressure. Charlie’s moan kept time to his rocking hips.
Pushing Ani’s head down, Crystal picked up the burning taper from the side table. “Trial by fire.” With deliberate care she poured the hot wax from its dish in a thin line from the prisoner’s sternum to his crotch.
Charlie twisted madly, testing the strength of his restraints, but they refused to give. Every movement tugged on the nipple chains that now seesawed back and forth across the hot wax. Ricky squeezed his cock hard at the base, trying to delay an orgasm that threatened with every jerk of the prisoner’s cock.
“Executioner.”
Oh God. If she asked him to stop now…
Ani was lapping Crystal’s pussy again. Ricky squeezed harder, trying to maintain control.
“Executioner, you will fuck the prisoner’s ass.”
Who was he to argue with his Mistress? Crystal’s side table provided the necessary lube. Ricky took his time slicking his cock and Charlie’s ass, no longer caring about the camera that might or might not really be on. Better if it was. Maybe some other poor bastard would learn to keep his dick in his pants.
“Oh, God,” Charlie moaned. “Fuck me! Please, Master!”
And he did. With little ceremony, Ricky sheathed his cock in Charlie’s tight ass. He’d been too hard for too long to care much about finesse. He rammed in, stroke after stroke, burying himself until his balls slapped against flesh, pistoning his hips madly in an aching need for release.
“Oh God. Harder. Fuck me harder!” Charlie moaned. His hips lifted rhythmically, reaching for a release the cock cage would not allow.
Tight, hot flesh licked his cock. Crystal’s cries of release filled the room. Ani’s cries soon joined her. With a roar, Ricky emptied his balls into the condom in wave after wave of blazing release.
“Please, help me, I can’t come,” Charlie sobbed, jerking his hips desperately.
“There are two kinds of pain,” Ricky r
epeated. “Erotic pain and punishment. Punishment is not for your sexual enjoyment. You will learn to do everything in your power to keep your Mistress from having to punish you.”
“Please, Master. I swear never to violate my Mistress’s trust again.”
“You’d fuck anyone in this room if we let you, wouldn’t you, Mr. Scott,” Crystal accused. “With or without your Mistress’s permission.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Charlie sobbed. “I am unworthy. I deserve to be punished.”
Crystal eyed the blubbering fool with a sneer of disgust. “You have failed your test, Mr. Scott. I shall remand you to Mistress Molly’s custody, to deal with as she sees fit.”
The curtain around the corner booth opened, and a woman who looked a great deal like Crystal, a bit shorter, perhaps, with man-cropped sable hair, stepped out, popping a leather bat against her boot. “Thank you, Bishop. I assure you, the prisoner will repent.”
Pieces fell together. Starting with the pile of cash Crystal had passed to the limo driver that first night. Molly’s share of the revenue, or a sister’s way of helping out, it really didn’t matter. Molly was family.
Which meant Charlie was, too.
Molly had probably had a hand in orchestrating the entire scene.
“Mistress,” Charlie sobbed. “Forgive me, Mistress. I will not disobey you again.”
Molly’s smile was not a pretty thing to behold. “You’re so right, Mr. Scott.”
Her back to the camera, Crystal wiggled the remote. Molly shook her head slightly, no more than a twitch of her chin. “I’m sure our audience will enjoy watching Mr. Scott suffer.” She unlocked the cross and flipped him upside down. “Your punishment has only just begun, Mr. Scott.”
Crystal slipped Molly the remote and led her merry band to the door.
A loud thwack sounded behind them. Charlie’s voice faded away as they left the dungeon. “One, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress. May I have another?”
3:50 PM, Wednesday, 30 May 2007
(Four months later)
Brasden-Marten Agency
Midtown Manhattan
Richard looked up as Ani stuck her head in the office door. She was dressed in a finely tailored man-cut suit, and looking as hot as ever. His breath caught at the sight of her, remembering her naked and spread before him like a human buffet. He swallowed the wave of lust she always called forth, keeping his tone professional, businesslike. “Yes, Ani?”
She smiled, just a little, as if reading his mind. “Crystal just called. We’re having a cook out on the roof tomorrow night. Gave me a shopping list. I called for the limo to pick us up at 4:30.”
Oh God. He had such a hard time keeping a straight face around Charlie. “Thank you,” Richard managed aloud.
“Dinner for nine. We’re having company.”
Nine? Oh shit. Richard shifted his legs a little, making room for the erection that hit whenever Crystal thought of a new adventure.
“Don’t get too excited. Her sister Molly’s coming over, with Charlie, of course, and their parents.”
“That’s seven. Who…” Shit. He knew who. So much for enjoyment. Torture time.
“Your parents,” Ani confirmed, doing her best to hide her smirk. “Crystal says you get to give them the tour of the condo.”
Shit, piss, fuck. He’d known this was coming, ever since they’d moved in. How on earth was he going to explain that locked door?
That room? Oh, I don’t go in there. That’s Crystal’s… office. She works out of the house. Computer stuff. I don’t know all that much about it. But apparently it pays well…
Shelby Morgen
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