by M T Stone
“Not much,” she replied, without looking up from her work.
“I saw J.O. was here earlier.” Hint… hint.
“Yeah, I told him just to call my cell phone. I don’t need Carter figuring out that someone from the Marshall’s office has been visiting me,” she scoffed.
“He was probably just hoping to run into Sapphire,” I teased.
She glared at me over her glasses. “Actually, he stopped by to tell me that they were going to take Carter down tonight,” she whispered.
“Really? Wow, I can’t believe this is really happening.” A pang of anxiety shot through me as it reminded me of my brush with the law.
“I told him to wait another week because I want to take him down in grand style.” Her eyes lit up as she spoke the words.
“Where has Carter been? I haven’t seen him in a week, other than at the live shows.”
“He’s laying low somewhere,” she confided. “He won’t even answer his cell phone.”
“So he knows what’s up?”
“He thinks he knows.” She smirked. “But just wait until we hit him with the whole package. There’s no way he sees this coming!”
“When does this all happen?”
“At your level ten show, next Friday.” Her eyes lit up once again. “I want him to be humiliated in front of the largest live audience we’ve ever had. Then they can arrest him while the cameras are still rolling.”
“Ouch, that’s brutal.” I gasped. “How many people do you think will be on there?”
“Well, I’ve reserved double the server capacity. Based on the current numbers, we should have well over quarter of a million members watching. But that’s still nothing compared to what he did to Mom and me.” Her eyes immediately turned dark.
“What the hell did he do to the two of you?”
“You’ll find out next Friday, along with everyone else,” she replied, turning back to her work. “Now let me finish this up before show time.”
“You bet. I’ll see you in a few.”
I wish I knew what that was all about. Doing it at the conclusion of a live level ten show is priceless. Since upper level shows were never archived on the site, members have no choice but to watch them live. To top it off, this was by far the largest audience that any series had ever attracted. That was obviously the reason why Suzanne wanted to do it on the night of the Grand Finale. Besides, we all knew that Carter would show up, thinking he would have an opportunity to get his dick inside of Raven. That will never happen, unless he has me killed first.
Raven
By the time Gunner returned to the dressing room, his mood had improved dramatically. I had to wonder what had caused such a dramatic shift. He came through the door smiling and actually hummed as he retrieved the documents for me to sign.
“Have you been drinking or something?”
“Drinking? Why would you think that?” he asked me with a puzzled look.
“The only time that I’m as giddy as you are right now is after a few glasses of Cabernet.”
“No, this has nothing to do with wine,” he replied, handing me the document. “I’m just really looking forward to the next three shows. Sign here and right here.” He pointed to the spots on the third and fourth pages.
I glanced through the paperwork this time, to get an idea of what I was signing. It appeared to be a basic confidentiality agreement. In other words, I couldn’t discuss the last three levels with anyone. Additionally, I was forbidden from disclosing who participated. It was obviously Carter’s way of protecting his friends. If I talked, I would forfeit all of the earnings from the last three shows and open myself up to civil charges. It was a pretty harsh and one-sided agreement, but I had no choice but to sign it.
“Don’t worry, Suzanne and I are going to take good care of you.”
“Is that right?” Carter’s voice pierced the air behind us.
“Yeah, I’m going to make sure we put on three killer shows, and your daughter is marketing the hell out them,” Gunner said to assure him that he was all business.
“I’m going to take good care of you, too, darling.” Carter smiled and gave me a wink. “You be a good little sub and you’ll soon be free again.”
I nodded my head and finished signing the documents. Suddenly it seemed as if looking down and signing my name was more comfortable than having to face that SOB.
“I’ll take those,” he quipped the second I finished. “I’m sure you took the time to read the fine print concerning the tenth level.” He laughed in his evil way. He seems to be getting creepier all of the time.
Not wanting to repeat his last mistake, Gunner massaged my shoulders to let me know that everything was going to be fine. Neither of us said a word as the old man headed back to Suzanne’s office with the signed documents.
“He has no idea how much he is going to hate level ten,” Gunner whispered in my ear.
I turned to look at him and I could see the excitement in his eyes. “I’ll tell you later.”
Sure, just leave me hanging. I just hope that I get a chance to do some of the evil things that I’ve been thinking about.
Gunner
Raven’s expression changed dramatically when I mentioned that Carter was going to hate the final level. I knew that the whole gangbang thing had been weighing on her mind, but there was not going to be a gangbang.
“It’s time to focus on tonight’s show.” I picked up a set of black bondage mittens. “Slip these on.”
Raven furrowed her brow before slipping her hands inside. “Are we going to box tonight?”
“You wish. Boxing gloves don’t have these.” I clipped a clasp to the end of each mitten.
“You guys come up with the craziest restraints.” She tried to wiggle her fingers.
“I did pick out this pair just for you. You always look so hot in black.” Once they were on, I turned her around. She suddenly realized that the live show had already begun.
“How long have you been here?” she asked the cameraman.
“Long enough.” He smirked. “Welcome to the upper levels, Raven.”
Her face flushed instantly, so she must have suddenly realized that the format was going to be radically different for these last three shows. “Which room are we in tonight?”
That was perfect. I didn’t answer her question. Instead, I grabbed the clips at the end of her mittens and led her out into the hallway.
“I want her blindfolded!” Carter yelled, racing up behind us. We both stood there silently while he slid a blindfold down over her eyes.
I remained silent while leading her to an old freight elevator that would take us to the roof. I could see her pulse pounding in the side of her neck. She will remember this night for a long, long time.
Chapter 12
Raven
All I heard was the clanking of metal, as I stood there blindfolded. There must have been some sort of cage that Gunner had to open manually. When he said, “step forward into the elevator,” I could just picture the type of old elevator that I had seen in movies. I had a sudden image of myself being taken hostage.
“Relax,” Gunner whispered in my ear as he ran his hands up the front of my dress, squeezing my breasts firmly. “Remember what I told you about humiliation?”
“No!” I searched my mind trying to recall what he had said about it that first night. He hadn’t mentioned anything about it lately. “What kind of humiliation?”
“You’re about to find out.” He unzipped my dress and pushed it off my shoulders. Then he unclasped my bra and slid that off my arms as well.
This feels familiar, I thought as the cool night teased my hardening nipples. We must be going outside again. I thought back to how it had felt that first weekend when he had forced me to undress in the car. I felt him move in front of me before another series of metallic sounds let me know that we had reached our destination.
“Walk forward,” he instructed as he held my hands behind my back.
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��Yes, Sir,” I replied, knowing that it was time to use sub language.
Stepping from the elevator a cringing shiver surged through my nearly naked body. “Brrr!”
“I’ll warm you up in a second,” Gunner hissed. “Spread your legs.”
I could tell by his change in demeanor, that Carter must have been giving him non-verbal cues. Gunner was always darkest when he was prodding him. He encircled my left ankle with a fur-lined cuff and secured it.
“It’s a beautiful night for sex under the stars,” he whispered, slipping his hand inside my panties to caress my startled clit.
“That feels good, Sir.” I felt a rush of excitement between my legs against his light, teasing touch. He nibbled my earlobe, while continuing to stroke me gently. The thought of being on the rooftop was instantly pushed to the back of my mind. God I love his cologne.
“Tell me who’s my dirty little whore?”
“I am, Sir!” Being called a dirty little whore no longer caused the slightest reaction inside of me.
“You have gotten to be a good little sub,” he complimented before placing a cuff on my other ankle and securing it.
“Raise your arms,” he demanded.
“Yes, Sir.”
He clipped each of the leather mittens to something above me and pulled them tight. “How does that feel?”
“I feel like Gumby, Sir,” I replied, thinking back to an old SNL skit that I had seen as a kid.
“You sure don’t look like Gumby.” He laughed, running his hand along the curve of my ass.
A sudden slap of his flogger replaced the warm touch of his hand. Then a second one followed by a third, fourth, and fifth. “What do you say?”
I said nothing.
“What do you say?” he demanded, giving me two more strokes on each ass cheek.
“Please stop, Sir,” I said, knowing it was the wrong answer.
“What did you just say?” he snarled in my ear.
“Please stop, Sir,” I whimpered.
“That’s what I thought you said. You are going to get the cane for that one.”
Gunner
Raven had no idea where we were, and she had no prior knowledge of my plans, but once again, she played her part perfectly. She knew exactly what would anger me and rile up the audience. I grabbed my cane and tapped several times on the top of her ass to get her warmed up.
“You are going to get ten strokes and I want you to count them for me.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whimpered.
I tapped her left ass cheek with a little more intensity, but once again, she didn’t say a word.
“Why aren’t you counting?” I yelled, striking her sharply on the other cheek.
“Two!” she screamed out.
“No. We are starting over and you better do it right this time or I’ll up it to twenty!”
I tapped lightly down the length of her back before striking her just beneath her left ass cheek.
“ONE!” she screamed.
The cane had made a loud slapping sound, but hadn’t even left a mark, so she was over reacting to the pain level. Perfect. I began to alternate back and forth between her two cheeks maintaining the level of intensity until I reached eight. She continued to scream out the number count.
“Only two left, so these have to be good,” I teased her, running the cane along the back of her legs. I could see her legs were shaking as the cane ran along her tender skin.
“Ow… fuck! Nine,” she screamed as I struck her firmly in the middle of the left hamstring.
“I’m going to let that one pass,” I growled in her ear. “But this one better be perfect.”
She moaned and twitched as I ran the cane slowly down her right leg. I looked up at the big screen TV and the cameraman was focused in on her shaking legs.
“Ten, Sir!” she screamed as I gave her a hard stroke on the back of her right leg.
That was beautiful, Raven.
Raven
God that hurt! The backs of my legs were on fire and my only hope was that the discipline portion of the show had been fulfilled. Even though the caning hurt like hell, I could tell that my body was already sending chemicals to my rescue. The intense burning began to subside and comforting warmth moved in to take its place. Then a cool breeze floated across my naked body causing instant Goosebumps. Where the hell did he go?
“Did you miss me?” he asked as he reappeared behind me.
“Yes, Sir.” I was feeling a bit overexposed.
“Don’t worry. I’m going to give you plenty of attention.” His musky cologne and spearmint-scented breath teased my nostrils as he nibbled my earlobe and rolled my nipples between his fingers.
“Mmm… that’s nice, Sir,” I moaned softly against his touch.
His hands traveled down the front of my body until they reached my thong, which remained in place. “Why are you still wearing these?”
“I don’t know, Sir.” You were the one who left them on me.
“They do look sexy.” He got down and positioned himself between my legs.
“Thank you, Sir.” I felt his finger pushing them off to the side.
His hot tongue teased at my lips, providing an incredible contrast with the crisp night air. To intensify the effect, he would softly blow on my clit after each tongue stroke. I felt the sexual tension building with each pass. “That feels incredible, Sir.” I hoped that a compliment would encourage him to continue.
“You like that, huh?” he asked, standing up to confront me face to face.
“Yes, Sir. I really do.” That’s why I’m dripping wet, Sir.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he whispered before grabbing hold of my panties and literally ripping them off me. “There, that’s better.”
“Thank you, Sir.” I said, not knowing what else to say.
“I need you to hang onto these.” There was a sudden pinching in my left nipple, followed by an equally harsh one in the right.
“Ouch, Sir. That really hurts.” Son of a bitch!
“This will make it feel better,” he replied while apparently tightening each one. “Does that help?” he asked while I released a rather loud whimper.
“No, Sir. Those really hurt.”
“Maybe this will help,” he said before going back to teasing my pussy with his tongue and breath.
As he became more aggressive, I could see exactly what his intentions were. An equally intense pain emanating from my nipples was offsetting the intense pleasure that he was generating below. My attention kept shifting back and forth, going to the spot that was most intense at the moment. He became more aggressive, grabbing hold of my hips and forcing his tongue deep within my folds.
“Oh… thank you, Sir,” I said, feeling a flutter of warm sensations traveling up my midsection.
Without a word, he began to wiggle my hips causing immediate pain to course through both nipples. Way to ruin that sensation, buddy.
He continued the same pattern over and over. Each time that I began to feel an orgasm build, he would tear my attention away from it with another surge of pain. The first several times, I found it very frustrating, until I made the decision to welcome both sensations.
“Thank you, Sir,” I yelled out the next time he shook my hips.
Apparently liking my answer, he slipped two fingers inside of me while continuing to work my tender flesh with his tongue. Ok, now an orgasm is within reach.
Gunner
Raven didn’t realize it at the time, but she had a mother lode of endorphins building up in her system. Each time I intensified the sensations, her body would react by adapting to the new level of tension. I reached up with my free hand and tapped my fingers against the heavy nipple clamps that were dangling from her tits.
“Thank you, Sir!” she screamed in sheer anguish.
That’s enough pain for now, I thought as my fingers re-entered her. My fingers found the nook in the center of her G-spot and began to massage it while my lips and tongue grabbed hold of her cl
it. Blocking out any cries from above, I focused on generating every ounce of pleasure I could possibly muster. Her hips began to gyrate wildly, so I steadied them with my free hand and continued to ravish her with reckless abandon.
“Oh god, Sir… oh fuck… oooh fuuck,” I heard as her moans had become screams.
I knew something big had been brewing, and it was about to come to fruition. I pulled out my fingers and stepped back.
