by GM Scherbert
Running his hand down my arm, he grabs my hand as he says, “Well, Pumpkin let’s go and see what we can figure out about those pain limits that you want to know about. Shall we?”
Pulling me behind him down the hallway, I make note of the people we pass on our way to the room. Cries of pleasure and pain move quickly past my ears as we walk. Coming to the last door at the end of the hallway, Finn turns to me, “It’s not too late for you Pumpkin. If you would like to turn back around now, I would be more than willing to see you home safely.”
“Thanks but no thanks Finn. I am good right where I am, in fact I will be great in just a second.” Pushing the door open I walk into the room and pause briefly seeing the décor of the room. Crops, floggers, belts, paddles, cans, and lots of other deviousness is hanging on every open space of this room. When my feet catch up to my mind, I move over to the wall slowly running my fingers over a beautifully colored flogger.
“That is one of my favorites, Pumpkin. I am not sure that you will be able to handle the cut from that one on our first go, but we will see. Strip outta those clothes for me so I can see what I’m working with.”
Slowly turning I remove the tight shirt that I am wearing, before slipping from my bra and exposing my breasts to him. The rings that I have in my nipples are suddenly so heavy that I can feel the pull from the tightening buds. Slowly running my hands over my body, I slip my fingers under the waist of my skirt and slide it down my legs before raising my eyes up to his.
Slowly straightening back up, I hear his voice as my hands reach the edge of my barley there panties. “No, Pumpkin, leave that slip of underwear on. I want to see you soaking them like you say you will when the pain starts. It will also help to remind me that we are taking this no further than this.” Adjusting himself through his leathers he adds almost to himself, “No matter what my cock might have in mind.”
Finn positions me face forward onto the cross then lays an assortment of tools onto the bed before coming back to me. Using a rough rope, Finn secures my hands before skimming his hands down my legs before pulling first one than the other ankle to secure them to the cross as well. Watching him walk back to the bed, my breath catches as he picks up first a flogger throwing it casually over his left shoulder. As it is tossed over his shoulder I notice that something on the ends of it catches the overhead lights and only then do I realize that it has beads or something at the end of it. Reaching for a whip Finn threads it through his right arm, having it come to rest over his shoulder as he looks from me back to the toys. Lastly he reaches for and grabs up a thick wooden paddle that had a large heart carved out of the middle.
“Warming you up with this is going to give me nothing but the utmost pleasure” he says spinning the paddle around in his hand while walking from the bed towards me. “Stick that pretty ass of your out Pumpkin and let’s see how much pain you can really handle.”
Throwing my ass out as much as possible while being bound to the cross is more difficult than you would think. As I settle in to a comfortable, and I use that term loosely, position I take a few deep breaths waiting for the first strike to land. It is long minutes before anything happens and during that time I lose myself to the thoughts in my head.
Thoughts of Zack and the way he used to talk to me, the way he used to call me names, and belittle me for telling him what it was that I wanted, no needed.
The first tap with the paddle and I almost laugh out loud at the strength this man must have held back to land it.
“Finn, you are going to need to do better than that.”
That must egg him on because the next tap with the paddle definitely leaves an impression on me. The force that it landed with causes me to have to catch myself from spilling the contents of my stomach. As he lands a few more with the paddle I know that the heart will leave an impression on my ass for long days to come, and I cannot help myself from moaning out. “Yes, please more like that Finn.”
I hear the paddle hit the floor before I shift from one foot to the other waiting for the next thing to be used on me. After the first strike I know that he has moved on to the flogger. The beads that I caught glistening as he threw it over his shoulder are making an impact of me and as he moves over not only my ass, but back and thighs as well I am brought closer to the edge. I am starting to drift off at the thuds from the flogger when I am startled back from wherever I was headed by the crack of what I can only guess is the whip that Finn had put over his shoulder.
“You have taken those so nicely, Pumpkin. Now, we will see if you are truly are the pain slut that you claim to be or if you are just a glutton for punishment.”
After the first strike lands I have thoughts that this might not truly be for me. With the next few strikes the cry I hear I don’t even recognize as my own. The tenth lash lands and the pain I feel causes a hitch in my throat that has me struggling to keep the contents of my stomach there. By the twentieth strike I find myself floating and can only hear what sounds like far-off voices before the binding at my wrist and ankles are removed and I am gently carried to the bed. Slowly coming back around I feel Finn rubbing my wrists and ankles as I come back around and hear him saying “So gorgeous you are flying for me Pumpkin.”
As I come back down to Earth, Finn talks me through my first subspace. He goes into great detail about my endorphins and how I should handle the feelings that I am having. He also tells me that I was more than correct about my need for pain. That I am the first one to be able to take him at his full force, that I will make some man a fucking fine pain slut when I decide to take on the roll for good. As he hands me my clothing and as I am getting dressed he lets me know that any time I feel the need for pain, he will be more than willing to help.
Over the next four years I return to Club Coquin at least monthly for a “cleansing” as I have come to call them. The way I felt each time I had a scene at Club Coquin I knew that Zack could not have been further from the truth. I fucking loved the way that being spanked, paddled, whipped, flogged, or cained made me feel. I almost always felt nothing but joy when a session was over, there being only those two times that the scene was something that it should not have been. Both of those times the bouncers were quick to step in and remove the Doms that felt the need to step over the boundaries of the club. Both times, I knew in my heart that these men weren’t sadists they were sick fucks that wanted to beat a woman senseless.
After a few sessions with Finn at the beginning, I went off and found others that cared to scene with me as well. Sometimes I return to a partner for more than one session, but I have never fucked any of them. That seems to personal to me, I know its fucked up when I am naked and spread open to these men and woman, that penetration is where I draw the line. Many have made me come repeatedly with their hands or mouths, but never has a cock or even a strap on or dildo been inside of me.
Each Dom or Domme thinks that they will be the one to bring this pain slut to her knees and yet, I have never safe-worded and never allowed any of them closer to my heart.
Chapter 4
Country
Seven Years Ago~
When Ma and I moved up north by Grams, I didn’t know that my life fall in like it did. Finishing off my senior year when we got to Chicago, I didn’t make many friends those last few months of school. That summer I spent much of my time hanging around the mechanic that was a few doors down from Grams house. He let me work the front, but would teach me about the cars and bikes that would come in after hours. When he encouraged me to go to the Tech college and get my degree I didn’t hesitate. Staying on with Grams to help her out as I went to school, I graduated two short years later. When the house next door to Grams opened up I didn’t hesitate to buy it, so I could keep an eye on her.
Continuing to work at that neighborhood garage, I make fast friends with a few bikers that would bring their bikes into the shop occasionally. After talking to them for a while, they invited me to come hang out at their clubhouse for a party and to meet some of their brot
hers. Going on twenty-one, I decide that a stroll down memory lane being at a Clubhouse again, would be nostalgic.
When I first walked into the Clubhouse I felt a peace come over me, that I had not felt since we left Texas, before the shit went down with my dad at the end. I felt at home and it only grew the more time I spent hanging around the Devil’s Iron. For the next three years, I spent more and more time at the Clubhouse, until I finally made the decision that this brotherhood was nothing like the one I had grown up in. The years I had been around Blaze, Tank, Doc, Gun, Shadow, and the others were eye opening to me. All MC’s were not run as shitty and illegally as the Demon Riders were. Thank fuck.
That time was one that I look back on as changing my life. I decided then and there that I wanted that way of life, free flowing drinks, woman at the ready, and a brotherhood that would be there for you through thick and thin. I found a sponsor and started prospecting after those years of being a friend and hangaround to them.
Being a prospect to all the members is shit, it’s nothing more than being a glorified bitch, but it’s what I needed to do to get where I want to be. One of the first big jobs that I had to do for the MC was looking out for and over the Prez’s old lady, Pearl. She had gotten herself mixed up in a fucking shit of a situation and was in need of some watching. It was nothing more than glorified babysitting, that was until it all turned to shit.
It started when Tick, one of the other prospects shoved his way into Pearl’s home and Prez took offence to it. Not that I wouldn’t have done the same fucking thing for someone putting their hands on what was mine. Prez brought him outside and showed him what the fuck happens when you touch something that doesn’t belong to you.
A few nights later, Bull and I were sent to watch over Pearl as the brothers went to get her kids, Iris and Rose back from Tick and Layla. I was pissed that I didn’t get to go along, but we are only fucking prospects and so babysitting, again, it is.
As Bull and I get inside the house Pearl lets us know that we should make ourselves at home. She says that she is going to go outside and cool off a little and after Bull tries to go with her, I have to chime in.
Walking towards the kitchen to grab something to eat, I tell Pearl. “Grab your coat on the way out, I don’t want to have Prez climbing up my ass if you catch a cold or some other shit.”
I guess that Pearl must not have liked that because she was quick to return, “Fuck, you guys are treating me like I am a fucking baby or some shit. I am a grown ass fucking woman with two, no, three kids, actually and old enough to probably be at least one of your mothers, so you can cut the over protective shit out and just let me be.”
Looking towards Pearl I answer her sharply. “No, Pearl we won’t do that. Prez wants you safe and we are here to see to that, so don’t ask us to break our word to him. That is just something that we would never do. We are prospecting with the Devil’s Iron because we want to be part of the brotherhood. We would not do anything to go against what any of the brothers want, that is the reason for the brotherhood.”
Bull continues on before I can catch my breath or thoughts. “I agree with Country. That is one reason that what Tick did is so fucked up. He put his hands on you, Pearl, that is something that he should not ever have done, then plotting with Layla and following through with this fucking scheme to take the girls. If Prez didn’t have those bugs and trackers in both yours and Ticks vehicles we would have had no fucking idea where the girls are, so thank fuck he was being over protective with you.”
I can tell that we have spent too much time together recently when I continue on for him without as much as a moments pause. “Don’t even get me started on what that fucker Tank did to you those months back.” Cracking my knuckles thinking back to those events of that night, I take a deep breath before continuing. “That shit was fucked up and when I see him, I have a few things that I need to fucking say to him before letting Prez get a hold of him.”
Pearl grabs up her coat and head towards the back door. Both Bull and I watch as she steps out of the back door. Moving towards the garage she pulls out a lawn chair and sits in the moon light. Bull heads off to use the can and after a few more minutes a car passes through the alley, I move back into the kitchen and grab some food. Walking back towards the back window, I notice movement near the gate and see Pearl is no longer in her lawn chair. Throwing the food down, I holler for Bull, flip on the back light, and head out the back door towards Pearl. The scene that is playing out before Bull and I, is one that has me questioning if this woman even needs our protection.
Pearl is on top of Layla, striking her repeatedly with her fists. I speak as I make my way towards her, but I’m sure that she is not hearing or understanding a word that I am speaking. When I finally reach them, I pull Pearl off of Layla as gently as possible before Bull is able to lift Layla’s limp body off of the cement. As Bull heads toward the garage with Layla I usher Pearl into the house towards the bathroom so that she can clean herself up. Shutting the door behind her I head back outside to Bull and the situation that we have just gotten thrust headfirst into.
Opening the garage door, I find that Bull has tied Layla to a chair and placed a drop cloth under her. She has multiple bruises and cuts all over her face and the blood is pooling under her. Looking towards Bull, we speak only briefly before deciding that Prez needs to be called immediately. As I turn to head to the door to grab my phone, I am met instead by Pearl. She walks into the garage past us and grabs a bat. She looks towards us pointing the bat at us as she tries to tell us that we need to leave and go check on the house and see if Blaze has tried to reach out to them.
“Pearl, I don’t think that Prez would want you to do that, especially in your current condition.” Country gets out before I cut him off.
“I am just going to talk with her, County. Go in the house and check to see if he has contacted you or if Doc is on his way back with the girls.” She says to us, slowly walking around to the front of Layla, who looks up at her.
“Ok, but hand me the bat before I go. I don’t want you to do something that Blaze would be pissed about.” Is all I can think to say, knowing that we need to update Prez about the current situation. Extending my hand I wait patiently for Pearl to hand me the bat.
As she slowly places the bat in my hand she growls out, “This bitch is the reason that I was raped and beaten. She is also the reason that my children were taken tonight, and I still haven’t heard if they have been found or if they are hurt.” Seeing the hurt in her eyes, I think only briefly that this might not be the right course of action. As we turn to leave we shut the garage door behind us before quickly heading to the house to grab the phone and make our way back to the garage.
Walking quickly to the house, I grab my cell off the counter and place a call to Blaze. Prez hollers an answer into the phone as he picks up and I can hear the fucking anger in his voice. “What is it Country, I am somewhat busy right now, this better be good.”
Rubbing a hand over my chin, I roll my eyes and answer. “Prez we have a visitor here at the house. You might want to hurry before Pearl gets rid of her by herself.”
He disconnections the phone and I go to let Bull what is going on before heading back out the door towards the garage. A few steps before I hit the back door of the house on my way back outside. Pulling the phone from my pocket, I see that Prez is calling and don’t even have a chance to speak before he barks out, “Country go get Pearl and put her on the phone.”
Opening the back door, I jog up to the garage before pulling the door open. Growling at the scene before me I raise my voice slightly, “Pearl, what the fuck have you been doing in here? You said you were just going to talk to her. Fucking hell, here take the phone; Prez wants to talk to you.”
Trying not to ease drop I turn to look at Layla and my eyes widen at the sight. Hearing Bull coming into the garage, I hear the small groan hat comes out of him as he takes in the scene before us. Layla is close to death and I know that Pearl can never
know what happened in here. Even if she remembers beating her and hitting her with that rebar, she will never know that she was the one that dealt the death blow.
Hearing the rebar drop to the cement floor, my eyes move up to Pearl and I see the rage slowly leave her face before she shuffles out of the garage, handing me the phone on her way out.
“Prez, she dropped what she was doing and is heading into the house. Do you want me to have Bull go inside to get eyes on her?” is all I can think to say as Bull starts trying to check over Layla’s injuries.
Bull stands hearing what I have just told Prez, as I switch the phone over to speaker we hear his answer. “No, you two sit on the visitor, we will be there in just a few minutes. I will come to check in with you as soon as we get there while Doc gets the girls into the house. See you in a few.”
As I end the call, Bull and I look at each other. He is the first to speak but his thoughts mirror my own.
“Bitch got what she fucked deserved.”
“That she did brother, that she did. I’m hoping her brother and Tick went the same way.”
“Nah, I bet that they took them over to the house on the drive to put them down. We will know as soon as Prez gets her.”
Looking around the garage I hear the van pull up outside and start wondering how much shit we are about to be in for. Prez walks into the garage and eyes up the scene. Looking from me towards Bull he asks quickly, “What the fuck has been going on in here, Bull?”
Bull answers shrugging his shoulders, “Pearl, Prez. When Layla crept down the alley she pulled a gun on Pearl and forced her way into the yard with her. By the time we got to them, Pearl had her on the ground and was straddling her beating her with her fists. We pulled her off of Layla and I had her go into the house to shower, but by the time we had Layla situated in the garage Pearl came back out. She grabbed a bat and told us to go in the house and get a hold of you, we took the bat from her, but she found the rebar and used it” pointing to the heap on the chair, “to do that.”
