Nine Lives - Book 1

by Kim Knight

  With his back to her, Madeline didn’t see the look that flashed across his face but Kaitlin did and she was about to say something but his dark gaze cut her off. ‘Strip,’ he ordered.

  Kaitlin glanced at Madeline who gave a small nod.

  ‘Inexperienced and unruly,’ he announced as he watched her strip, ‘she looks to you for permission when I give her a command.’

  Madeline gave a tiny shrug, ‘She is still learning, yes.’ She moved to the rack of whips and retrieved a flogger with thick, leather straps.

  When she had finished undressing, he studied her naked form with interest before nodding slowly, ‘Very nice.’ He clipped her wrists in the cuffs, holding her hands above her head, bent at the elbows. Then he turned and approached a rack, retrieving a wicked looking crop.

  Madeline studied it before saying, ‘I shall whip her with this first and then you can see how well her flesh takes that.’

  His eyes darkened as he turned back to her, ‘No. You are going to leave and I am going to use this to make your slave scream before I fuck her pussy and then her arse.’

  ‘I beg your pardon?’ Madeline demanded.

  ‘You heard me,’ he snarled, flicking the crop at his side, ‘Now get out, this is no place for you, your slave needs a man to beat her.’

  Madeline sighed angrily, ‘Damn it, pull that shit over at the Master’s Club, not here.’

  He stared at her, ‘And now that I have your slave strung up and at my mercy, what is it you plan to do about it?’ When Madeline didn’t answer he snarled a laugh, ‘Go on, get out!’

  Kaitlin looked at her Mistress and they looked stares. She pleaded with her eyes, surely her Mistress wouldn’t leave her to the mercy of this man. ‘Please, Mistress,’ she whispered.

  ‘Quiet!’ the man yelled, spinning round to deliver a devastating blow across her breasts. She yelped loudly, tears filling her eyes. Through her misted vision she saw her Mistress turn for the door.

  She jumped when she felt his hand grip her breast and lift it.

  ‘Lovely titties,’ he announced, ‘they just need a little decorating.’ He moved to the corner of the room and returned with two shining clamps. He made sure that she had a good look before he slipped the metal plate over her left nipple, tightening it until she gasped with pain. He smiled at her reaction and gave two more twists, making her pant. He did the same to the other nipple and then studied her heaving chest, tapping the end of the crop against the flesh. ‘This will bring the blood to the surface nicely,’ he announced with a smile, ‘Tell me, do you and your Mistress have a safe word?'

  ‘Yes ... Master.’

  ‘What is it?’

  She swallowed, ‘Surrender ... Master.’

  His smiled was nasty as he lifted the crop, ‘We won’t be using the safe word ...’

  She closed her eyes as the crop flew towards her breast. She felt it strike, felt her breasts flatten and then swell around it. And then her nerve endings reacted to the blow and she tipped her head back to cry out. Her chest was aflame almost instantly, her nipples hardening in reaction. Her eyes opened to watch as he raised the crop again and another strike found her breasts, less than an inch above her nipples. As her cry faded, she watched him lift the crop again. ‘Please, Master!’ she cried, ‘Please, no more, I beg you!’

  He lowered the crop as his lip curled with distaste. ‘Pathetic,’ he sighed, ‘but as you wish, I shall spare your pretty tits.’ He moved round her and she heard the crop cutting the air a moment before it sliced the flesh of her buttocks. Her cry was pitiful, drowning out the sound of the door being opened.

  Fresh tears, these of relief, rolled from her eyes as she watched her Mistress enter the room. ‘That is enough.’

  ‘Oh, and you’re going to stop me are you?’

  Madeline stepped further into the room to allow room for an older man and two huge club bouncers to enter behind her.

  ‘Your membership is hereby cancelled, Mister Grainger,’ the older man announced.

  The Master glared at them all and angrily tossed the crop aside before storming from the room. ‘Your club is shit anyway, Bane,’ he snarled and then slammed the door behind him.

  Bane turned to Madeline, taking her hand in his, ‘My sincerest apologies, how can I make it up to you?’

  ‘I don’t know,’ Madeline sighed, ‘after all, our evening has been ruined.’

  ‘I will not hear of such a thing,’ Bane gasped, ‘You are one of my best customers.’ He clicked his fingers and the two large bouncers started to undress, ‘With the compliments of the house.’

  Madeline studied the men as they revealed their muscular, heavy bodies. Both had huge cocks, one more so than the other and Madeline smiled. ‘Yes,’ she breathed, ‘that will do nicely.’ She moved to each man in turn, teasing each cock with her nails and bringing it to full size. ‘I want you,’ she told the one with the larger cock, ‘While you will fuck my slave ... and then you can,’ she told them. They nodded, their eyes shining with eagerness. ‘Easy now boys, my slave will need something to open her up and get her wet for your thick cocks.’

  She moved to retrieve a flogger, identical to the one she had first chosen. Kaitlin watched her approach, her eyes shimmering and misting her vision.

  ‘You would have let him fuck you, wouldn’t you?’

  ‘Mistress, I ... I ...’ The flogger stroked her skin with a harsh caress, cutting off her words and forcing air from her lungs.

  ‘He would have fucked you until you screamed and begged him to stop.’

  The flogger fell again and again, driving her breath from her with every stroke. Between the blows she watched the large bouncers. Their huge hands stroked their cocks, eager to sink into the pussies that had been promised them.

  With her anger finally abated, Madeline turned to the men and slowly lifted her skirts, revealing her naked thighs and cunt. The man with the smaller cock stepped forward as Madeline moved towards the wall and turned round, presenting her arse to him. He smiled as his huge cock nudged at her opening. ‘Make me come but save yourself for later,’ Madeline told him.

  ‘Of course,’ he replied, ‘it’s just an honour to feel you around my cock.’

  ‘Hmmm ...’ Madeline groaned as he slowly, gently slid his cock into her. She gasped as she was stretched around him and he buried himself as deep as he could, only two thirds his length. He fucked her slowly, holding her hips and sliding back and forth. She groaned over and over, closing her eyes and revelling in the feel of him filling her so wonderfully. As her passion grew to near intolerable levels, she nodded at the other man, ‘Take her now!’

  ‘With pleasure.’

  The man with the enormous cock walked towards her, smiling. She stared at the hardened monster and felt her lips quiver. He moved behind her and she gasped as his enormous helmet pushed at her entrance. She quivered and moaned, fearful that of his size. Then suddenly she gasped as his fingers found her clitoris and soaking labia. He teased her and her head fell back against his shoulder, groaning softly. Her groan turned into a cry of anguish as he thrust himself into her.

  ‘Oh god!’ she screamed as he started to fuck her. He gripped her hips and pummelled her pussy with his huge cock, shaking her like a rag doll. The pain of his invasion was like nothing she had ever felt before and she sobbed and begged him to stop. He laughed in her ear, his teeth grazing her neck and shoulder. Across the room Madeline cried out as her body tensed and she gasped her climax. The man thrust into her a few more times before he dropped to his knees and cleaned her spent juices from her thighs and pussy lips.

  ‘Hmmm ...’ she sighed and gently pushed him away, ‘... your friend is almost done.’

  ‘Thank you,’ he sighed and moved to stand in front of Kaitlin, stroking his huge cock as he watched her being tossed around, only her hands in the cuffs above her head keeping her steady.

  Suddenly the man inside her grunted and semen squirted from her pussy to run down her legs. She gasped at the feel of it,
at her position. Her cry turned into a sob as he slipped from inside her, her swollen pussy lips quivering.

  ‘My turn,’ the other bouncer announced and moved in on her. His huge hands gripped her buttocks and lifted her up, forcing her thighs around his waist. She crossed her ankles behind him, gasping as her shoulders strained against her weight. But then he was lifting her up and positioning her over his huge cock, still wet with her Mistress’ juices. His cock felt hot as it pressed against her bruised, sore opening. Then suddenly he thrust her down and she screamed pitifully, her pain merging with pleasure and leaving her breathless. He lifted her and then thrust her down again, using his enormous strength to brutally fuck her. ‘Oh yeah,’ he groaned, ‘Hey, Jay, come stick your fingers up this whore’s arse.’

  ‘I’d rather shove my cock up there ... but okay.’

  Kaitlin screamed as he slid two thick fingers into her anus and twisted them. As he did, the man who was fucking her leant back so that his companion could reach round and stroke her clitoris.

  ‘She’s gonna fucking squirt,’ Jay laughed.

  ‘Just the way I like!’ the other grunted.

  Kaitlin screamed, her body racked by spasms as her climax tore through her. She screamed over and over as he continued to fuck her, her juice spraying across his chest. With a grunt he suddenly pulled free and aimed his cock at her breasts. Splashes of hot come sprayed the underside of her breasts and she succumbed to her climax, sagging from the chains.

  Kaitlin felt fingers touching her chin and she lifted her head, her eyes meeting Madeline’s. They stared at each other for several moments before her Mistress said, ‘Welcome to the club, Kat.’

  Chapter Eight:

  She became Kat. With the new name came a sense of freedom – the chance to be someone else. After a few visits to the club and more successful companions for her Mistress, she was provided with a pair of tight leather trousers and a leather bra. How her Mistress had managed to arrange the perfect fit was testament to her skills and Kat was honoured to wear it – even if the outfit was stripped from her quick enough. She was no longer just a submissive, she was now a slave and her Mistress seemed keen to share her with as many dominants as possible.

  Kat closed her eyes and waited for the first blow of the crop. She was bent double, only the bar at her stomach and the cuffs that pinned her ankles and wrists to the floor keeping her up. Blood rushed to her head, thumping in her temples. Her buttocks quivered, the butt plug that had been shoved into her arse glinted under the harsh light. Her Mistress had added lubricant to the rubber phallus but it had still stretched her painfully and she had almost used the safe word. She had forced herself to hold off and a moment later her sphincter muscle had closed over the narrow end and the wider base was squashed between her cheeks. Pride had swelled in her chest, she had not given in and now she would surely be rewarded. But the painful butt plug had just been the start. Spun around by the young Master, who had enjoyed her before, her ankles had been cuffed to the floor and the cold bar pressed into her stomach as she was pushed over it. As she bent over, she caught sight of her Mistress who was bending a harsh looking crop between her hands. She had not used the safe word during any of these visits to the club – but her Mistress and Master Jake were pushing her to her very limits, almost as if they wanted to hear her scream her surrender.

  She heard the swish of the crop a moment before it struck her skin – slicing across the centre of her rounded buttocks and across the base of the plug. Oh God, it hurt. The scream that tore from her throat surprised even her and she bit her lip, ashamed of her reaction. The next blow was just as devastating and she screamed again, misted eyes staring behind her to the suited legs of Master Jake. She knew, from previous experience, that he was strong and he seemed to be using all his strength to deliver the crop across her skin. She managed to take five more terrible blows before she could take no more.

  ‘Master ...’ she cried, ‘... please! I surrender!’

  He lowered the crop immediately and she quivered with relief.

  ‘Stand her up now!’

  Her Mistress’ voice sent a freezing chill of fear through her. ‘Mistress, I am sorry ...’ she gasped and then sobbed, ‘... Mistress, I will take more.’

  ‘Stand the bitch up ... now!’

  Quivering with fear, Kat quickly stood once her hands were released. She dared to look at her Mistress but quickly lowered her gaze when she saw the anger in her eyes. Her ankles were released as her Mistress slowly walked over and then held her hand out for the crop. The Master Jake gave it to her and then retreated to the shadows.

  ‘Reach back and hold the bar,’

  Kat’s eyes flicked to the crop and she swallowed as she leant back to grip the cold metal. The angle presented her breasts to her Mistress and Kat quivered uncontrollably.

  ‘Who is your Mistress?’

  ‘Mistress? I don’t understand.’

  The crop sliced her breasts and she cried out, letting go of the bar and sagging to her knees.

  ‘Get up!’

  Kat sobbed with fear as she stood up. She had never known her Mistress so angry and she suddenly feared that if the punishment became more than she could bear, then no safe word could save her. The thought of no restrictions, no escape, was intoxicating and she leant back to grip the bar. Casting her eyes down and staring with fascination at the purple line that striped across her chest.

  ‘I will ask you again and I suggest, for the sake of your tits, that you answer me correctly ... who is your Mistress?’

  ‘You are, Mistress,’

  Madeline nodded as she stroked the end of the crop across her breasts, igniting the nerve endings and preparing them for the blow that was sure to follow. She flicked her wrists, making Kat gasp as the crop struck again. ‘Then perhaps you could tell me why it was Master Jake that you begged for mercy ...’

  Kat swallowed again, tears sliding from the corners of her eyes, ‘Mistress, I’m sorry,’

  Her cry was piercing as the crop landed harshly across her nipples.

  ‘Did I ask for an apology?’ The crop landed again and Madeline leant closer as she saw Kat’s eyes widen with pain, ‘If you even think of using the safe words, you will regret it.’

  Kaitlin wanted to stare back, to let this woman know that she didn’t want to play this game. This was beyond her comfort zone and she wanted out. She wanted to scream the safe word and end the torture of her poor breasts. But Kat hung her head and mumbled an apology before adding, ‘Mistress, I only begged for mercy from him because he was the one who was ... whipping me.’

  She screamed again as the crop found her flesh, once, twice, three agonising times. ‘When I am present, it is me – your Mistress – that you will beg for mercy. You give your safe word to me and if I decide to listen, I will command them to stop. Is that understood?’

  ‘Yes, Mistress,’

  ‘Good,’ she sliced her breasts again and then stepped back, ‘Now, turn around and present your pussy to Master Jake by way of apology.’

  ‘Yes, Mistress,’ She turned around and bent to grip the bar, pushing her hips back and opening her legs. She watched Master Jake approach, he had already shed his suit trousers and his thick cock was hard. She stared at it hungrily, eager to feel the smooth flesh sliding between her soaking folds. She gasped as his fingers turned the butt plug. She had forgotten about the rubber phallus, having become accustomed to the feel of it inside her, but now the reminder sent a cold shiver of fear up her spine. Master Jake’s thick cock nudged at the entrance to her pussy, made tight by the rubber in her anus. He grunted as he pushed past the resistance and made her cry out as she was filled completely. Her fingers gripped the bar, her eyes squeezing tightly shut as she tried to stay upright beneath his violent thrusts. He fucked her harshly and she gasped over and over, knowing that her Mistress was watching. Suddenly he pulled free and moved round the frame. Still bent and gripping the bar, she opened her mouth and awaited his climax. She concentrated on sw
allowing every last drop, eager to please her Mistress and earn the reward that her pussy so desperately craved.

  When he was done, he backed away. Kat waited for further instructions from her Mistress.

  ‘Who’s next?’

  The words, rather than her Mistress’ voice, made Kat look over her shoulder and the breath froze in her throat at the sight of the five men who stood behind her. A large man, muscular and strong, stepped forward. His skin glistened like ebony and his cock was thick and long. She hung her head and closed her eyes. His thick cock pushed first at her stuffed anus, making her gasp, before it slipped lower and into her with one thrust. She tossed her head back and groaned as quivers of delight ran up her thighs. He fucked her as harshly as the first had, lifting her hips with his strong hands and driving her down onto his spearing cock. She groaned over and over, feeling her climax mounting but knowing that her Mistress had not given her permission to come. She knew that if she asked, no permission would be given – these men were here to fuck her as a punishment, to take pleasure from it would be unthinkable. And so she willed the man to finish and it was with some relief that he suddenly pulled from inside her and moved around. She opened her mouth wide even as the next man slid into her gaping cunt. Then, with her mouth full of come, she drove back against the new man, forcing his cock deep inside her. She moved against his thrusts, urging him to fuck her harder so that he would come quickly. It worked and within minutes he too was moving to her face. The same technique worked with the next man and his come soon settled warmly in her stomach. Her head was swimming with lust as the last man approached and sank his cock inside her. She pushed back, lifting onto her toes to guide him in but his large hand slapped her buttock, ‘Hold still,’ he commanded and slapped her again. His huge hands spread her buttocks painfully, his thumb pressing against the base of the butt plug as he started to fuck her. He was slow to start, sinking in deep and holding for a moment before withdrawing to the tip, pausing, and then driving in again. She gasped and groaned with each thrust, her senses swamped by lust and desire. God, she wanted to come ... needed to come. She lifted her head, searching for her Mistress. Madeline stood in front of her, her eyes cold. She lowered her head again and allowed a small sob to escape her lips. Suddenly he picked up the speed of his thrusts and slammed into her, over and over again, driving her mad with unspent pleasure. She screamed as the butt plug was snatched from her anus and his thick cock slid in. Pierced and stretched so wonderfully, the climax rolled over her in an unstoppable wave of crushing pleasure. She cried out, sobbed and gasped – her fear matching the unbelievable pleasure and heightening it to such a degree that she barely noticed when his come filled her arse. She fell to her knees as he slid from inside her, her hands still gripping the bar and head hanging down. Her back took several blows from a leather flogger as punishment for her climax, each blow adding to the wonderful post-orgasmic quivers that rippled her body.