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Chapter Nine They had just finished skinning the clothes from his body, and the heat of the room and the stress his body had been under, chained as he was, had caused a thin sheen of sweat to cover his body. The screams and moans of the young French girl, wailing on the cross, had stirred and excited him, He groaned into his gag as his manhood swelled tighter into the containment unit that had been strapped onto him, back in the main floor of this strange place. The scent of sex and perfume, mixed with the smells of the playroom combined to keep his senses reeling. He watched as the Mistress and her servant moved over to inspect Sophie, who had impaled herself on the shaft and was writhing on the cock. The pain of the angle she sat on, obvious, and her eyes were smudged as her tears had caused her makeup to run, but still, as he stood there watching them move around her, he found himself hard at the sight and the rush building in his loins. There was a beauty in her suffering as she hung there on the cross, her arms spread high and tied securely in place at her wrists and forearms. Her sex opened and filled with the shaft she now rode. Her nipples hard and swollen and the dance of lust and pain continuing to struggle for expression on her face. But as much as her beauty suffering on the cross, while grinding on the shaft excited him. He found his eyes focusing on the Mistress who had changed from the gown of the earlier evening into a form fitting forest green bustier, with thigh high boots that fit like a second skin. Her hair had been set free from it's styling earlier, and it now reflected the wild and hungering spirit he sensed in her from the beginning. She was a Dominant Woman, that he could tell for sure from the way the crowd and the staff had reacted to her as they had entered the club earlier tonight. But as he stood there, chained and now naked, waiting his turn, his senses kicked into a deeper analytical mode as he sought to get a better grip of what was facing him. He sighed into his gag as he tugged on his shackles, feeling the helplessness mute some of the excitement he felt at seeing the French girl being tortured with the pain of the cross and the pleasure of the thick shaft filling her sex. But he knew that even good things can turn painful, if carried to excess, and from the wide eyed fear in her eyes, the pain was now working her soul as much as the Mistress and her servant, were now kissing and caressing the slender curves and corners of the young slave now crying out in a muffled language that no one could understand, but that seemed to excite and delight the Women toying with her as she sought to find relief from the pain in her sex, but could not find the strength to pull herself up on the cross. He was also aware of a rising pain in his body that signaled a deeper darker descent for him, as his excitement was now having negative feedback on his comfort as his manhood was swollen and discolored and bulging through the openings of the package wrapped around him to prevent him from finding pleasure in release. Any movement of his body caused sparks of pain to flare as his cock and balls banged back and forth. He felt the first real surges of frustration, for the stimulation of his senses continued as the Women were slapping Sophie's breasts and spanking her bottom, causing the girl to squirm on the shaft she was sitting on, further stimulating her sex, while the pain from her arms still attached to the upper beam of the cross kept her from being able to release the energy building up inside her. He closed his eyes to the visual, the sight threatening to take his breath away, and yet the sounds of the flesh being punished and loved still flooded his ears and kept him hard. The forced stance of his body was eating away at his reserves and the pain was growing as his manhood swelled with desire. Yet he was contained and allowed no release. So the sensations were backing up on him and finding other ways of racing through his body and taking the pain and desire to all parts of his body. He would beg for attention now to ease the pain in his groin and bear what else they would do with him, if he could just feel the package released from around his cock and balls. The chains rattled above him as he shook them in frustration, and his motion caused his imprisoned sex to slap back and forth between his legs, shooting more fingers of pain along his nervous system as he growled into his gag in frustration. The hot breath on his sex further drove him deeper into a sexual frenzy that he had felt only a few times before in his life as he had sought out adventures and tested himself in ways that budget and time would challenge him physically and mentally. The grazing of teeth over the head on his shaft combined with the rush of pain as the containment device was unstrapped from him, caused his eyes to tear up as the pain of the blood rushing back into his rod and shaft almost blinded him with sensations. He could barely see the aide kneeling before him, sucking his manhood into her mouth as his body rode a major pain and pleasure combination almost into unconsciousness. As he gasped and felt his senses reeling, the sound of leather cutting through the air almost slipped past his sense of awareness, so deep into the moment he had slipped, but his body jerked in his chains as the lash cut across his back and dug into his shoulders, bring a moan of pain from his gagged mouth as he shook and struggled for balance. The pleasure of his cock being tended to, was now being counterbalanced by the lash of the flogger cutting across his back. As the lash went quiet and the pain began to sink into his body, he opened his eyes to see what was happening. A quick glance downward showed Deborah the aide, still pleasing herself on his cock, sucking and working his balls and shaft and denying him the pleasure of release, his frustration at her showing in a slight growl that only one other person heard, and She looked over from the Cross where She was teasing and playing with the nearly unconscious French girl, She smiled and flashed her fangs back at him, licking her lips in anticipation, as She watched his eyes grow curious then open wide with shock as the lashes of the flogger fell across his back and shoulders again, as the bodyguard the Club had assigned them, now took an active part in the action as she wielded the floggers in an effective pattern that distracted him from being fully able to enjoy the woman kneeling at his feet and sucking on his shaft, drawing him close to the edge, before the lash of the flogger pulled him back from the joyous release She could see he was seeking in the way he moved and flailed in his chains and the way his hips bucked when Deborah did a deep throat engulfment of his cock. The Mistress chuckled and knew both slaves were soon to be ready for the next round of pain and pleasure as the foreplay was turning up the heat on the blood of both slaves, to test and see who was worth feeding on and whom was just filler material for the night, a sexual toy to be bemused by, but something soon to be forgotten and turned over to others to deal and dispose with when Her interest was gone. She turned back to the French girl and leaning in whispered softly, "Don't worry sweet meat, if you show your self unworthy for my tastes, I have other places where the likes of you can be taken and trained to serve and be all they wish a slave to be." She grinned as She saw the girl's eyes open wide in horror as the realization that the girl's night had just begun and that her life might never be the same, caused tears to well in the young girl's eyes and despair began to settle into her soul. Meanwhile, the aide and the bodyguard were keeping the man, distracted, aroused, in pain and longing as he was trapped between them. Deborah expertly putting her mouth and lips to use to arouse him, and Dancer the club guard, using the flogger as if She had been using it all of Her life. He closed his eyes, dizzy from the sensory overload, feeling the darkness crowd his vision, not sure of how much more he could endure at this point in the evening. Dancer herself was excited to be a part of it. She had brought the French slut to the cell earlier and enjoyed strapping her onto the Cross. The changing expression on the girl's face was priceless as she was raised up and dropped into place. She smiled to herself, feeling the power of the moment as She continued to lay the lash across the back of the man. She was excited by the way Deborah was going down on his cock, and She also saw the Mistress taking a cane to the soles of the feet of the girl, and the growing howl of pain rising from Sophie's lips. Dancer then moved up behind him and rubbed against him, smelling his sex and the scent of the room. She reached around and found his nipples, hardened and swollen and She grinned as he moaned into his gag, while She pinched and tugged on them. She could see how one would enjoy the power and pleasure one could feel having such control over another person. The rush She was experiencing, was making her smile a bit more wicked and dark as She reached down and pried his ass cheeks apart as She wondered what it felt like to do a male slave like She wanted to do this one now. She spread his ass cheeks apart again and watched as his asshole puckered with the touch of the cool air of the room. She placed her thumb over the opening and rimmed it slowly, leaning in and whispering into his ear. "I wonder my slut," she said, nibbling on his earlobe,"how deep one would need to go before you began to squeal from having your ass taken by a woman?" She let a low laugh slip past her lips, into his ear, as She heard him gasp behind his gag, and felt him try to tighten his ass muscles together to prevent further intrusion. She pushed more and felt his ass shift around her thumb. "How many of my fingers could your uptight white ass take boy?" She felt him shiver in place, although whether it was from her words in his ear, or the effects of Deborah's lips around his shaft and sac, it didn't really matter to her. She felt a rush at seeing someone else be sexually vulnerable to be used as desired. She had often been where he was now, chained and helpless and growing wetter when Her body and mind were worked, and She wondered what the attraction was for them. Now, having the chance to indulge some curiosities, She began to get a taste of what it was like to be on the other side of the chains. Deborah looked up as She licked her lips from the precum She was savoring from his swollen head. "Easy there Missy," She hissed at Dancer from her knees on the floor." "Mistress does not want any flesh inside him, but hers, so glove up if you wish to prepare him for Her needs later." Dancer looked down at the girl, and saw the leash dangling from her collar and the happy look of a little girl getting to play with one of Mother's toys. She wondered how long a time it took to create that look on the girl's face. She nodded her understanding to the aide who went back to playing with his balls and shaft, stroking his rod, while sucking on his balls and getting him near the edge, but backing off before the fluid drip was more then she was allowed to taste at this time. Both girls caught each other's eye and smiled as they heard him groan in frustration as his body was tight from need, and swollen with want, but unable to achieve release. Dancer walked over and found the box of rubber latex gloves and slipped one over her right hand, pulling it firmly into place so She could have as close to skin on skin contact as would be allowed with him. Deborah looked over at her Mistress and fell in love with her all over again. She loved these nights when they hunted and played and fed on the sheep that populated these<b> clubs. </font></b>She always felt closer to her Mistress when accompanying her on the Hunt, and it allowed her to flash back and remember the night She had been led back to a room like this, stripped and chained in place, waiting to be used and to use others for the rush, she felt, using her body to weave it's spell on any Male or Female that thought they could tame her. She had played these games before, as the Top or as the bottom, and had felt herself able to always be in control, until that night Mistress came in to the cell, took one look at Deborah, and before the night was over, had claimed Deborah, heart, mind, body and soul as her personal servant. She shuddered as she squeezed his balls and his groan reminded her of the groan she gave when Mistress squeezed her sex as well. She never knew when she lost control of the night with Mistress, but when her hair had been pulled back and She felt the fangs of the Mistress sink into her neck and the rush of being tapped, took her on a journey into night that still caused a rush of fluid along her lower lips, when She heard Mistress was going to be back in town, and that she had been asked for. She watched as Dancer slipped the glove on, then reached for the tube of jelly, smiling as She thought back on the times She had done that with other slaves, and a slight shudder ran down her spine as She remembered when the Mistress had first teased and fingered her ass as well. She studied the face of the male, and saw the fatigue on his face. She could feel the stress and strain on his body and was surprised to still see a spark of passion and wonderment in his eyes. She had been teasing and pushing his limits, drawing him closer and closer to release for the last 30 minutes, but always stopping short and pulling him back with a slap here, a squeeze there or something to disrupt his mindset and keep him wanting. She did so enjoy teasing the toys, but she also loved the taste of them when they finally were allowed to come. She saw Dancer move into place, as his ass cheeks were spread apart. She reached in and sucked his balls into her mouth and looked over to where her Mistress had been working on the French Slut, and was now stepping back for a breather for the girl's sake as much as her own curiosity to see what Deborah and Dancer were doing with the male slave. She looked over at Mistress with a questioning look on her face, from the Mistress, to the male, his sex and back again. They had been together so long, it was like Mistress could read her mind better then She could think her thoughts and desires. She saw a slight nod from the Mistress and a smile grew on her face, which looked funny since her mouth was filled with his sac and balls and She looked like a chipmunk storing her nuts in her cheeks to carry back to the tree for winter. He had been hanging there for hours it seemed like, naked, and wanting, taken to the edge so many times, his head was spinning, and he felt her grin as he felt his ass cheeks being spread by the other girl. He was too tired to fight, they had drained him of that ability, but not allowed him the release he ached for. He moaned into his gag softly as he felt 2 fingers slide into his asshole slowly. His body tired, but instinctively, it tried to tighten and expel the fingers from his ass. He heard a low chuckle from the girl in back of him as She pulled back on his hair and nipped at his ear. "Not this time boy," the girl whispered as she pushed and probed his ass slowly, enjoying the way his body still sought to clamp down on her. "You're not in position to deny us anything slave," Dancer whispered as She bit down on his earlobe, her soft breath falling on his skin, and stirring his desires, as Her fingers slipped in and out of his rear. Deborah looked up and saw the fire still in his eyes as he sought to endure the dual impact of what She was doing with his cock and balls and what Dancer was doing to his ass. Their words and actions seemed to reach down into his core and unlock a source of energy he had not been aware of. He groaned loudly and struggled to stand straight and tall as the combined effects of the girls were blowing through his defenses and he felt the rush building again. He was praying that this time, he would be allowed release. If his mouth was not gagged he might have begged and pleaded and humiliated himself begging to be allowed to come, but he had been silenced since earlier in the evening when he had been chained and left on the pillar. The Mistress sat on a chair, her hand raking lightly down the side of the french slave who was almost unconscious, still hanging from the Cross, the strain in her muscles evident, her breathing shallow, her eyes closed as she sought to endure what had been happening to her. She was pleased at how well both slaves had gone through this stage of cooking, and She was curious about the male, as She sensed something building in him. So she watched and was surprised to see him, stir, straighten and pull up on his shackles, lifting himself up off the ground. She noted with pleasure that Deborah rose on her knees, and continued to suck his shaft and cup and squeeze his balls, while Dancer continued to slide her 2 coated fingers in and out of his ass. She reached over and pushed the dildo deep into Sophie's swollen and sore sex and growled in delight as the action caused the French girl to gasp out loud and moan softly through her gagged lips for mercy. Belladonna watched as he arched his back in the strain of holding out as the girls brought him closer to the edge and then with a loud shout she screamed out into the room, "Now!" As that command reverberated around the cell, both slaves stiffened as if they had been whipped and each began to release the buildup that had been brewing for the past few hours. The Mistress was excited with the smell of sex and sweat and the scent of all the bodies in the room, as both slaves shuddered and came, each spurting or squirting their fluids out. She could sense that both slaves were almost spent and a break would be needed, but She had to see what they could endure, and She rubbed her fingers in the juices that Sophie gave and licked her fingers softly, enjoying the taste of the girl. As She looked at the other girls, she saw a big smile on Deborah's face as She swallowed the treat being sucked from his shaft, and she could see the feeling of pleasure and power Dancer was enjoying as She continued to slide her fingers in and out of his ass. Then as she looked back to check on Sophie, she heard the chains rattle behind her and knew that he had collapsed back down to the floor, as the girls continued to feed on him and suck him dry. She saw that the joint rush had taken both slaves over the edge, for as they hung in their chains, from the Cross and the Suspension beam, fluids dripping from their bodies, She saw both heads hanging low on each slave's chest. Both were breathing steadily, if shallow, but two other things were clear to her. First, both had passed the initial test, and were worth playing with and feeding on, tonight or elsewhere, where the clan would ship regular food sources to be kept and stored and nourished as needed. She saw one other thing as She saw the happy looks on her girls faces as Deborah had moved over and began sucking at Dancer's lower lips. Both of the slaves had been taken to a full out boiling of blood and need over the past few hours, and had finally passed out from the sensory overload of their sexual release. "Ah yes," She thought as She signaled for outside staff to come in and move the slaves to their next testing chamber. "These two have promise, the girl, a intense sex toy, but with him, I see that, and yet sense more. I must bring them to the proper level to make sure the blood I draw truly reflects what I sense in him. If this one's blood runs pure, I may have the added power I need to consolidate my holds on the clan down under and further stake my claim to the clan and the business here.' She smiled as Deborah had taken Dancer down and chained her to a rack and began to play with her. "Play nice with the help honey," She said with a wicked smile, "I'm going to shower and change before stage two begins." ........to be continued......... |
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