by Sean O'Kane
“So you immediately understood the connection between pleasure and pain?”
“Yes.”
“I wonder. Goodnight.”
Abruptly the ear pad was closed and her mouth was zippered up. She felt him walk away and then he returned with a sleeping bag that he spread out on the ground, he helped her into it and zipped her into that as well, effectively imprisoning her as her hands were still bound.
Angel had no way of knowing whether he was standing over her in the firelight, looking down at her, contemplating whatever it was he going to do with her, or whether he was asleep on the other side of the fire. Her thoughts ran on and on. What had he meant about ‘I wonder’ when she had said she had instantly understood and responded to the relationship between pain and pleasure.
The sight of Anne’s bottom so eagerly presented for the cane played itself again and again in the darkness of the hood. She began to drift into a troubled doze. In her dreams Lang was standing above her, she could see him and he was a giant figure towering over her. But she wanted him there, she didn’t want to be alone. Then it wasn’t Lang, it was Anne who shook a cane at her and told her she had been a bad girl and she had to bend over. And with the thought of bending over and being caned by Anne came peace and she slept.
Peter Lang had waited until she was quite still before walking softly over and standing over her. She had come along beautifully. Better than he had expected. In a day’s time he would lead her on a leash back to the house with Ayesha.
He hand fed her breakfast and she made no protest. He led her to the bushes to perform her functions and she stayed patiently still while he cleaned her up.
Then he led her off. He made her wade through ice cold water, never knowing if the next step would plunge her into a hole up to her neck, or worse, would result in her being swept away. And always when she broke and couldn’t make another move into the dark; he was there. Insisting, leading, touching, goading just a little. By early afternoon he had the lead passed over one shoulder and was whistling happily as he strolled along. Behind him came the naked Angel, now walking almost unafraid. He led her over more planks and across streams that sounded like gorges to her. He led her to outcrops of rock and had her stand at their brinks, while he stood in front of her, just below her and when he was ready picked her up by the waist and set her down gently. And every time he did it, she flinched just a little less. Then just as the sun began to lower towards the West he decided it was time to move on.
He stopped her and opened an ear pad again.
It seemed like hours, it must have been hours, since she had heard anything. She was starting to suffer auditory hallucinations and was sure she could hear birdsong. She had stood on the brinks of some cliffs – he had picked her up and carried her to the edges. She had been sure that was what they were. Her toes had curled over the edges of sun warned rock, and then from nowhere he had lifted her to safety. His arms were strong around her and she was safer than she had ever felt – but it was so brief. And then she was alone in the dark again.
And now he opened an ear pad and his voice was there, lightening the darkness, breaking the monotony.
“Leading a naked woman around for a day and more, gives a man appetites, Angel.”
Her heart leaped with excitement. He wanted sex, he wanted sex with her. That would mean his body against hers, inside hers, warm and human. “But, you know,” he went on, “a man like me needs more than just sex.” Her heart sank. “I need to feel that you understand my right to cause you pain; to punish you if necessary. And I know that you need that as well. But do you know that?”
Angel nodded. Not because she agreed that he had the right to dominate her, to punish her, to do what he wanted with her, but because she needed his body.
He untied her wrists and raised them in front of her. She made no move to try and remove the hood or to run for it when they were free for a brief moment. In fact she wanted them held and secure once more. She felt a rope fastened to them and they were lifted until she was quite well stretched and standing on tip toe. She assumed she was tied to a tree branch. But it didn’t really matter, and it didn’t really matter if it was being done in front of an eager crowd.
Just so long as this quiet, infuriating, controlling man was there….
She felt something cold against the back of her ribs, he turned it slightly and in her state of heightened sensibility, she strained to understand the feeling he was trying to convey, and in her mind’s eye she began to reconstruct the shape. It was a doubled over belt.
Even through the almost impermeable thickness of the hood she heard the smack it made. And she also felt the blow – like a punch. It nearly knocked the wind out of her and she swung forwards on the end of her rope, nearly falling and spinning as she did so. The next blow fell across her stomach and she spun again, yelling into the hood as the hot stinging spread across her front. Another blow caught her across one thigh and she lifted it up in instinctive defence. Then another landed on her buttocks and she arched backwards, spinning again to present her breasts. They were duly dealt with and inside her hood she yelled herself hoarse. No one had ever abused her this way. Always she had been fit and strong and been the predator. But now she hung and spun blindly, naked and vulnerable; desperate for the man who was beating her to take her.
It was only when it had gone on for a long time and she was sweating and gasping in the accursed hood, that she fully took on board that it didn’t matter how much she wanted anything. She could yelp and howl and hope he would stop and fuck her. But he wouldn’t; not until she accepted that he would only do it when it suited him to do it. With that realisation came calm and she endured her partial suspension, calves aching atrociously while the belt stung her back, her thighs and her belly again and again. The gasping and crying inside the hood were almost deafening and she was aching for him to touch her directly.
When he did she cried out even more loudly. The belt landed an especially spiteful blow to the tops of the backs of her thighs and with no warning, as she was still absorbing it, his hand was at her delta. His fingers drove between the thighs she had clenched against the pain of his last strike and brooked no resistance. She surrendered to him, realising what he wanted to feel and realising also that it was what she wanted him to feel. As far as she could she spread her thighs and his fingers slid down into a hot morass between her lips. The coarse skin of his finger tip sliding over her clitoris made her shiver with desire for him.
His fingers withdrew and she sobbed with desolation. For a few moments nothing happened and she blindly craned her head around seeking for any clue as to what came next. His naked warmth against her stinging hide was the next thing she felt and she nearly fainted with pleasure at the intimacy of the touch after so long in the dark. She felt his chest against her back and the hard rod of his cock bored between the cheeks of her arse, his fingers reached around and plunged down once more, this time almost lifting her off her feet and cradling her entire body in his strong, capable, cruel hands. He lifted her legs backwards and with one hand located himself at her vaginal entrance and thrust in. The ache in her arms was now terrible, she was being fucked from behind and her whole weight now was being taken by her arms. He made no more move to support her, just kneading her breasts and plunging in and out of her; taking his pleasure. To her own amazement she suddenly broke through into another new understanding. It was up to her how she coped with it. He was entitled to take from her whatever he could because she wanted him to. And with this understanding she was able to add the pain in her arms to the pain from the beating and somehow it all came together with the gathering ecstasy at her belly.
When she climaxed, it was with an intensity she hadn’t experienced since Anne Lukins had first seduced her.
If she thought that her day was over when he cut her down and allowed her a few moments to recover, she was wrong. He fed the leash between her legs again and jerked it up with no lessening in his insistence. She scrambled up and was
led off again.
This time it was to water again. He led her into it up to her ankles and then to her alarm, he dropped the lead, undid both ear pads and went. Frantically she cocked her head trying to find a trace of him.
“Do you trust me?” His voice came from some way ahead of her. “Then walk to me!”
Without a second thought she set off, if she fell into a pothole or was swept away, he would deal with it. Everything that concerned her was now his to do or not to do. She walked with confidence, hooded head held high. He wouldn’t let her fall. And sure enough, suddenly she was in his arms.
“Tell me what Anne Lukins should have done,” he said.
“Punished me! She should’ve done it to me. I wanted it so much! But I didn’t understand, I wanted to be told I was bad. I wanted to be told I was good. And I wanted to be punished to make me know the difference.”
“You’ve been good today,” he told her and inside her hood she smiled. She was naked and beaten, oozing sperm down her thighs, but this was how he wanted her so this was how she wanted to be. It was all so simple now.
But even then there was more. He reached between her legs again and gathered up the leash. Her ears were sealed off once more and with no more than one encouraging tug she walked easily and confidently after him, until a heavy hand on her shoulder stopped her. She felt the leash drop and the ear pads were opened. A strong breeze rushed past her, she heard and felt it. And she felt, she really felt the height of the place where she was standing.
“Move forwards half a pace!” His voice came from her left. She did as she was ordered and nearly fell. The front part of her lead foot was over nothing. Cautiously she felt about until she had the edge located and then she stood with her toes curled over it. Her heart thundered. What would it be this time?
“Do you trust me Angel?” His voice was still over on her left, soft, she couldn’t tell the distance. She nodded.
“Then take a step forwards.”
Her heart stopped for a second.
And then she took the longest step of her life. Into the dark.
Angel lifted her right foot and paced forwards into nothingness. And was caught.
“Didn’t I tell you I’d never let you fall!” His voice was close and in her darkness Angel laughed in pure delight.
The second night that they spent in the open, Angel, now freed of the hood but secure and happy in her collar and wrist cuffs, they camped round a fire he had built not more than ten feet away from where he had first ambushed her. He showed her the small outcrop that she had stepped off and how he had had to take no more than two steps to gather her up. Although had he not, she would have fallen all of four feet.
She fed happily from his hand and when it was dark he stood up and called for Ayesha. In just a few seconds she stepped into the clearing.
“Ayesha’s always been mine,” he told the bemused Angel. “I came here to claim her back and to claim you. She’s walked in the dark with me as well, haven’t you?” He turned back to where she knelt up in front of him and Angel didn’t think she had ever seen a look of such joy on any woman’s face. Gone was the distant, aloof expression that had been so familiar to anyone who had had dealings with her. Her bright-eyed, ecstatic calmness was more akin to the expression Blondie wore when Carlo was nearby. And now she could understand why.
She almost laughed aloud at the thought that the stereotypical reaction of two girls finding they were both entangled with one man was to have a catfight. But she felt nothing towards Ayesha now except a deep understanding. They were both lucky enough to belong to this man. He had allowed them to serve him and they would repay him with every breath they took.
He opened out two sleeping bags for them so they could sleep together and allowed them to keep their hands free so that they could get to know each other.
“You’ll be spending a lot of time together from now on,” he told them as he went to his own bag on the far side of the fire.
Angel immediately embraced Ayesha and kissed her deeply, savouring the feel of the heavy tongue ring as the slave’s tongue explored her mouth. Her hands roamed over the smooth, toned flesh and found the hot little pit at her delta, moist and open.
“Angel!”
Lang’s voice was soft but firm. He wanted her and she fumbled her way free of the bag and went to him.
He was lying on his bag and as she reached him he unzipped his trousers and pulled them and his pants down to mid-thigh. His cock lay semi-tumescent across one leg. It was plain that he needed some quickly administered relief and Angel crawled forwards and began to lick him into full erection. It was something she had never done before. The taste was strange, much more strong and earthy than the woman taste she was used to, but the skin was wonderfully soft. On the odd occasions that she had allowed a man access to her body, she had never felt any desire to investigate his cock. She had enjoyed a good struggle and a quick fuck, that was all, but here she knew she was pleasuring a man. Her man. Her Master, and his cock was the seat of the manhood that had shown her what she really was. Impatiently she shook her hair back and returned to licking the hardening shaft, instinctively she knew that a man wanted to see his woman worship his cock. And she did, slowly licking it to full, magnificent hardness. His helm seemed to dwarf her face, its round, gleaming fullness making her want to feel its smoothness on her tongue. She rounded her tongue and flicked it at the slit that traversed the head, exploring him and listening for his sighs of pleasure. Then at last she knew it was time. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, furling her lips across her teeth and sank slowly onto him. It was alarming at first. He filled her so completely that her tongue was flattened to the floor of her mouth as she ducked lower onto him and felt the massive helm lodge against the back of her throat. She almost gagged but managed to stop herself by relaxing and concentrating on his pleasure. Then she began the slow nodding motion she had seen slaves use on their masters, giving her own Master the feel of penetrating a tight and responsive vagina. She knew that at any moment he would start to come and although she wasn’t certain she could get it all down she was determined to do her best and not to do anything that might inhibit his climax. She felt his hand on her head and he began to thrust into her mouth more forcibly. It was up to her how she dealt with the size of him and the excitement of that thought made her eager to receive the tangible evidence of his pleasure. Suddenly she felt the massive thing swell even more. Above her he gave a strained grunt and pushed her head further down onto himself, his huge helm lodged firmly in her throat and he began to come.
Angel had seen plenty of men coming; watching them wank over a well-whipped slave had always been something she had enjoyed, but nothing could have prepared her for the volume and force of the ejaculation in the narrow passage of her throat. Its slimy consistency and saltiness she immediately appreciated was going to be an acquired taste. And she so much wanted to acquire it. Desperately she tried to swallow but it was too much and despite her best intentions it went up her nose and she spluttered and choked as he splashed his come into her, time and again. She whined in disappointment as he softened and shrank and she tried to make amends by cleaning him as thoroughly as she could. Eventually he hauled her up by her hair and sent her back to bed. She could get no clue as to whether he was furious with her or whether he understood how disappointed she was with herself. Back in the warmth of the sleeping bag with Ayesha, she shared the taste of him with her before dropping into a deep sleep.
At mid morning they reached the house. Both girls trailed behind him, Ayesha on her tongue leash, Angel on the leash from her collar. Angel’s eyes never left his hand, the hand that held the loop of her leash. With her hands clipped behind her and her lead held by him, nudity held no fears. She was safe.
Carlo and Ralph Lockhart came to the door and there was much hilarity at the fact that he had returned with two slaves, albeit it later than planned. There was some conversation about her, but it was none of her business and she ignored i
t, concentrating instead on the hand which held her lead. She only took an interest when she saw her master turn and look at the person who had just laid their hand on her buttock.
“You’ve done a job on this one, Mr Lang! I thought she was domme through and through!” It was Sara.
“She just needed a bit of tender loving care,” her Master replied, smiling. “And now she needs hardening up to the whip and she’ll be a nice little earner.”
“You’re going to put her into the arenas?”
“She’s got the build.”
“Hasn’t she just!” The girl’s hands were running over her breasts and down towards her crotch. Her master was making no move to stop her so Angel decided she must have some sort of right to do what she was doing.
“If you want me to start the hardening up process, just let me know,” the girl said with a wicked chuckle.
“Why not? I’ve got to sort out payment for Ayesha. You could start on her right away if you’d like. She might as well get acquainted with the cane.”
“Good choice. Break her to that and everything else will follow.”
“True, so you might as well give it to her hard and get her broken in quickly. No point in spoiling the livestock.”
Her master handed both leads to the girl and disappeared into the house. Clicking her tongue the girl led them round to the stables at the back. She handed Ayesha to one of the maids, ordering her to tie her up to one of the walls. Angel she led to the back of the yard and left her for a moment while she dragged a bench with a padded top and shackles on each leg out of a small room.
Angel’s only emotion was curiosity. She had put countless girls over these things and thrashed them long and hard. Now she was going to find out what it was like, because her master wanted her to.
She spread her legs obediently to have her ankles chained and then bent forwards to lie across the sweat stained leather of the top. Her wrists were uncuffed and pulled down to be cuffed inside the more sturdy ones mounted on the bench legs.