by H. A. Kotys
Winded and speechless, her mother had staggered back. The second blow connected with her chin and she was unconscious before she hit the floor. Raven had quickly got to work.
First she’d silenced the woman, quickly forcing a large rubber ball into the gaping mouth. The sedative she poured over it ensured resistance would be limited and she continued to work. The attached web of leather straps were strapped tightly to embrace her head. Raven took no care, oblivious to hair yanked out by the roots as it caught in the buckles.
A leather hood was next, tugged down into place and tied before the thicker leather of the collar was drawn closed, just that single notch too tight. Raven afforded herself a smile and squeezed the lock shut. Her mother was now a faceless, silent body, unrecognisable, there to be nothing more than used.
All those years ago, her mother had attacked her when she was most in need of loving comfort and Raven felt the abandonment still. She tore at her mother’s clothes, ripping where any cloth resisted. The cheap nylon of the work apron crackled a static protest until finally a naked body was revealed. Long years of hard manual work had kept her in reasonable shape, belying her forty seven years.
Another knock on the door told of the arrival of Raven’s latest 200 buck an hour self-therapy. She drew him into the room by a leather gloved hand to his balls. Raven pointed toward the woman on the bed. “Be a good boy and she’s your bonus.” Her voice was laced with seductive promise and the man sank to his knees before her. She would make him earn his bonus, though he would get it regardless.
The naked man, a fresh filigree of lash marks streaked across his back, had hauled Raven’s now semi-conscious mother onto her front. After an hour of teasing denial Raven knew he was hungry and yet striding past him, she left without a backward glance.
It was the last time she’d seen her mother but she hadn’t the slightest tinge of regret. When Raven had closed the door it had shut firmly on her past. It was vengeance but not full closure, instead prizing open a darkly sexual Pandora’s Box.
The back she now found herself touching only ever offered temporary respite. There was a trickle of blood. She needed more and Mistress Raven lashed out with renewed vigour.
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The sounds of more swooshes echoed into the room. Cracks were accompanied by more curdling cries. Katarina’s heart reached out for the victim in the next room as the freezing cycle started afresh. The cold was striking through to her very core now and she was barely above slipping into a hyper-thermal unconsciousness. At the end of this cycle though the blasts stopped abruptly as the door was flung open.
“How many?” Steel heels sang around the stone chamber. The clank of tightening chain followed soon after and, redirecting her look, Katarina’s eyes travelled up the lengthy legs of Mistress Raven.
“Four cycles Mistress, though I doubt the whore can take any more,” spat Red in reply, gesturing toward the naked girl, who lay shivering in the corner, hands barely preserving her modesty.
“She will take a fifth with her new friend.” It was clear Raven would bear no argument. Amber took a breath as if to speak before holding back.
Three pairs of eyes questioned but Raven’s command soon made sense as she stepped forward into the light of the room. Behind her she dragged a leashed girl. Katarina’s eyes settled instantly on her, widening in horror to see the lattice work of welts crossed back and forth across her torso. It was the woman she had heard screaming. It was Mela.
She resisted with all her might but Mela was no match for the tugs on the chain attached to her collar. Her arms were bound with her elbows grinding uncomfortably together and her bare feet gained no traction on the slick, wet floor. Inexorably, she was pulled forward into the room.
Raven yanked and dragged Mela toward the corner where Katarina cowered on her side. Eventually close enough, Mela was propelled across her, crimson lash marks bold on Mela’s otherwise porcelain skin. The warmth of another body was welcome but the elfin girl now looked so miserably vulnerable.
Something in Katarina stirred. She guided Mela’s petite body so she was between Mela and the women, wrapping protective arms tightly around her as another blast of water struck. She arched as muscles tensed but clung on. “Thank you.” Mela could barely croak, her struggling, hoarse whisper hardly audible, even to her protector.
This time the cycle was more bearable as the heat of another body went some way to offsetting the cold. Lying there, clutching, cuddling Mela protectively to her, it was an inspiration to Katarina’s growing endurance.
Satisfied smiles settled across two pairs of lips as they watched but those of the blonde didn’t flicker. Amber only forced herself to look on, fearing the consequences of not doing so.
Sopping wet and chilled to the bone, the two young women clung to each other on the stone flagged floor. One was collared with arms bound, back throbbing from the attentions of a whip. The other was gagged, stretched thin through lack of sleep and the constant testing of her boundaries. Sodden, they didn’t move as the three women now stalked their approach.
The toe of a boot reached forward and was drilled between Katarina’s legs. “It seems that my pretty whore has a pet,” the luxurious voice of Mistress Raven oozed to accompany the booted intrusion.
Slowly the boot slipped back and forth, burying itself deeper. “Pretty whore and no more.” The words were whispered but hit an installed trigger. A frisson of excitement spirited from Katarina’s loins, compelling a tell-tale twitch in her hips.
“Good girl. It’s only right that I should excite you. Mistress Raven is your life.” The second trigger had Katarina’s hips jolt visibly, her body responding to Pavlovian training.
The intrusive boot withdrew to be presented squarely in Katarina’s field of vision. “It seems your body craves me.” The observation held a casual lilt and she pointed down to the slick trace of liquid now smeared over the toe of her boot as evidence.
“Your mouth is indisposed. You’ll use Mela’s to clean off your filth.” Her accent hinted toward francophone roots.
Without further instruction, Raven’s two leather-clad helpers looped around to Mela. Tugging her from the possessive hold of Katarina, Mela was roughly positioned on her haunches, then they turned their attentions to Katarina. She was similarly dragged to her knees at the feet of the woman who was the centre of her torment. Katarina’s hand was stretched out to rest on Mela’s head.
“Grip,” a soft Australian accent instructed. She couldn’t. Inflicting pain on this girl was beyond her. Katarina remained motionless. Defiant.
“Like this.” The louder bark of the American was accompanied by her grasping Katarina’s hair and yanking it back, making her bite down on the latex cock between her teeth. She had to do it. With her head held harshly back and her scalp pleading for the pain to stop, Katarina slowly closed her fingers into the hair of the elfin girl.
As her own head was guided down, Katarina mirrored the move on Mela. She knew the pain she caused, she was feeling it too but slowly, she pressed Mela’s lips down against the toe of Mistress Raven’s waiting boot.
She had been shown the start but dare not stop, holding Mela there even as the grip on her own hair was first eased, then released. Mela’s tongue obediently snaked out to lap at the boot of her brutal Mistress, fastidiously cleaning to restore the lustrous sheen. “Look at them Mistress, so cute.”
The American was clearly enjoying herself. Raven looked down. Two beautiful naked slaves were crouched at her feet and it was the sweetest sight to behold. Raven hooked a finger through the buckle of Katarina’s gag. She would take pleasure from this girl and with a sigh of contentment, she drew Katarina’s head to rest firmly against her toned thigh with a single word of command, “Serve.”
CHAPTER XIX – Good Night Bad Night
“A night in my cages for them,” Mistress Raven toned. Such a matter of fact instruction. “Bring them.” Amber quickly stepped forward to take control of Katarina with arms around her waist,
leaving Mela to the redhead whose narrowed eyes spoke of her possessiveness of her lover. As an outlet, Red roughly took hold of Mela, pulling her sharply to her feet and followed Amber’s sway out of the room.
The group first turned through dark corridors, up one flight of steps before emerging into a softer-edged section of the manor. Furnishings were plush here and lighting decided by taste rather than pure function. A second flight of stairs, carpeted and classy, was incongruous with the look of the quartet that ascended them. Two leather clad and in control, two naked and controlled. They reached the upper landing and turned into a large room to the right.
The flickering flames of candles cast shadows that danced across the walls. Silken drapes framed a large four poster bed against the far wall. Sumptuous white pillows were arranged carefully at its head. The uppermost displayed an elegant ‘R’ picked out in a jet black heraldic script. Above them against the far wall, an outsize black and white picture hung, dominating the room as the picture’s subject had dominated the two naked woman.
Mistress Raven stood resplendent in the artwork, stance wide, broadcasting sexual power. Seen through her legs was a naked slave. Kneeling, visible only in body, the slave’s face was masked by hanging hair. A crop rested against the Dominant’s leg. It was clasped in a hand sheathed in a silken glove. On the other side, a pair of gleaming handcuffs, one clasped around her wrist, the other hanging open.
The laces of her corset dangled provocatively down to the cleft of her butt, above which emerged the T of a black G-string. Garters stretched down to claim the top of black seamed stockings which rose out of knee high black leather boots that pricked the floor with thin steel stilettos.
Her shoulders were bare but the shadowing defined muscles honed through hours of activity perhaps in the gym, more likely in the bedroom. A pure black pony tail from hair scraped-back and slicked rested between her shoulder blades, a stereotype perhaps but nonetheless alluring.
The only colour was the scarlet slash on her lips seen as she looked over her shoulder to the camera, perhaps in servitude, definitely in seduction. Was she asking for allowance? Her look left a question, was she controlling or controlled?
Katarina’s gaze wandered back to the naked woman tucked into a tightly crouched ball, perfectly framed between the endless legs. The collar was familiar and Katarina immediately understood. Mela and her Mistress. The two came as one. She had blundered into a relationship and that just spelt danger.
Past the chaise longue bedecked with cushions that matched those posed on the bed. Slowly Katarina was shuffled forward, a tug on her gag reminding her that she wouldn’t be allowed to simply linger.
The fire warmed her bare flank, the logs crackling and cracking their protest at the all consuming blaze. Brass columns flanked either side and were topped with depictions of ravens in flight. Rounding the four poster bed, incongruous with the sumptuous opulence of the room, a small cage sat beside it and Katarina’s destination was known.
She froze. A pleading look shot to Amber. “In,” she breathed, nudging the door open with the toe of her boot. Katarina shook her head but across the bed saw Mela willingly take up the same position that was expected of her. “Go on then, resist. Make it fun for me.” An additional tug pulling the gagged girl against Amber’s leather-encased chest.
The thought flashed of kissing those lips but Katarina quickly shook the delicious image aside. There would be a time for that hopefully but this was not it. Slowly, with eyes locked on Amber’s, Katarina sank to her knees, summoning all the feeling she could to project into that look.
Crawling slowly into the waiting cage, the added sway Katarina added to her hips was rewarded with the caress of a gloved hand to her butt. It told her all she needed to know. There was something there, something she could use.
A smile would have betrayed Katarina if the thick leather panel had allowed. Potential weakness. She carefully stored away the idea. Another time. A better time.
A metallic click of a lock, the cage door locked shut. A second click caged Mela too. Facing the wall, Katarina had to adjust. She had to face them, be ready, just in case. The cage was small, or she was too large. Probably just another tool used to wear her down. A graze on her shoulder was the prize for successfully turning round.
A figure appeared in the doorway, a vision in a draped silk nightgown, her hair cascaded over a silken shawl slung across slim shoulders. The silhouette against the bright hallway hinted toward the drama of the body that lay beneath. She shrugged the shawl off, Red darting forward to catch it. No soiling of silk on the floor, it draped across a leather gloved hand, Red bowing as if in reverence.
A casual flick of the hand and the assistants retired from the room, arms coiled around each other’s waist. Had the blonde hesitated? Katarina wasn’t certain whether real or just wanted.
Katarina’s eyes were drawn back toward the refined beauty, the same woman celebrated in the picture. With practiced grace, Mistress Raven glided toward her waiting bed. No acknowledgement of the twin cages flanking it. Not a sign it wasn’t normal.
Katarina pressed up to the bars to see Raven carefully lifting the hem of her ivory silk nightgown and placing a knee on her bed. She almost slinked across the sheets, small moans of satisfaction emanating from her as appreciative hands swept across the luxurious material.
The vision passed beyond sight now and Katarina tried to settle inside steel. She first stretched a leg but it struck the end of the cage when only halfway extended. An arm had similar misfortune. Her entrapment was devilish. She couldn’t stretch. She couldn’t relieve those long tortured muscles and she kicked out in utter frustration at the steel caging her.
The thump of a thrown cushion resonated through Katarina’s cage. “Silence! My pretty whore.”
The contrast could not have been starker. The Dominant, luxuriating in the comfortable rewards of her position. The slaves, confined in discomfort on the floor at her sides. Katarina hated her with a passion and as overdue sleep started to slide over her she made a promise to herself. She had been so naïve but she would get through this. She would have her own time and she would endure.
CHAPTER XX – Wake Up Call
Her dreams would’ve filled a lifetime’s quota. Vivid, turbulent, a multitude of images and scenes tumbled from Katarina’s subconscious. A replay of the rush to the station. Flashing photography though this time, perhaps on account of her being well bound. Posed and preened. Pushed and punished. Katarina’s mind sifted through image after image in an attempt to make sense where there was none. Faces leered close and then leant away. One followed another then one of the faces smiled.
Mela. Katarina’s dreams shifted focus to her source of comfort. Laughing and joking, wrapped in each other, running through a flowered meadow. She was hurt now and Katarina embraced her. A figure loomed in, slender and sadistic. Katarina snarled defiance at the whip-wielding shape, hunching protectively to shield Mela from blow after blow, falling to the floor.
The scene changed again. A lapping tongue at her clitoris had Katarina’s eyes rolling to the heavens. With effort she pressed the head closer as the tongue pushed her on. The hair she was holding was blonde, not Mela’s black. Katarina snatched back the hair, locking eyes with the lustful look of Amber. Around her neck was a collar and a silvered word held the explanation. ‘Kat’s.’
Dream Katarina’s eyes closed. A deeper moan and the head was thrust back in place to continue its service. She needed to slow down, savour it and she drew the head back. It was Mela’s sparkling eyes and mischievous smile this time. Mela’s urgent whisper crept into Katarina’s spinning world. “Keep quiet!”
Not for her the psychotic bitch-style like the one who had inflicted such pains. No, Katarina’s dreamt dominance was different, caring but firm. Rewarding and reprimanding in equal measure. Her own style. Yes. Gently Katarina reached down to brush away the hand that gripped her ankle.
Thoughts came confused now. The dream was fading beyond fo
cus. Katarina reached out to grab the images back to her, stopped by the bump against bars. “Shhhhhh!” A sound shot from the side. Her eyes flickered open only to look directly into Mela’s.
Displaced, Katarina could do nothing more than look as the haze of deep sleep edged aside. Just a dream but she remembered. The images and information? All processed. It was how she did things, how her mind worked. Though revealed in a dream, something had etched in her mind. The seed of an embryonic plan had been sown.
Her fingers tightened around steel as the plan started to coalesce, taking shape, taking form in Katarina’s mind. Feminine fingers closed around hers and looking up she saw Mela through the bars. “I must wake Mistress.” The elfin girl shot a fearful look over her shoulder and slunk back into the shadows before crawling carefully, quietly, onto the bed where her duty lay.
A groan, low and animalistic. It filtered down to Katarina from the head of the bed. She couldn’t rise to see but the sight of a leg rising in accommodation under the silken sheets was confirmation enough. Mistress Raven was receiving a most welcome of wake ups. It was then that Katarina realised her idea may indeed have a chance to succeed.
