She need not have worried, her idea had caught the imagination of all four men and in a matter of minutes, the wheel was dropped down to waist height and attention turned to Lila.
Chapter 17
As she stared fixedly at the wheel from which she was about to be suspended, Lila's mind and body were filled with a conflicting mixture of emotions. Shock and fear of what was to be done to her, anger and disbelief that Cassie could have suggested putting her in such a dreadful plight, resigned understanding that the blonde had done it to save herself from Rod's displeasure. All of those sentiments fought within her, but none were a match for the re-awakened slave heat that grew rapidly within her as Lila visualised herself dangling upside down, her defenceless body subject to her Mistress's fingers and lips and crop for a second time.
Her first submission to her blonde Mistress had been wonderful, deep and intense and long lasting, but Lila was acutely aware that it had only been a preliminary, a small taste of the overwhelming ecstasy that Cassie could have imposed on her and Lila knew that she wanted more. Much more. As much, or even more, than she had forced Cassie to endure when she had been a slave to Lila's dominance and had begged to be taken, begged to be whipped, even begged to be branded as a sign of her permanent and willing submission.
Lila understood now the uncontrollable passions and desires that had driven Cassie to such extremes, for she now possessed, or was possessed by, such needs herself and accepted that her slave collar and her bondage and her submission were the means which had set her free to be the slave she longed and needed to be. And now knew she was.
Cassie moved to stand over Lila's kneeling body, keeping her back to the Masters and her lips softly whispered the words, "I'm sorry, darling. Try to be brave," as her blue eyes met the brown ones of her lover. Gagged, Lila could not reply, but her eyes spoke volumes, filling with love and desire and as she nodded her acceptance of Cassie's apology for what she had done and must do, the blonde smiled sadly and forced herself back into the role of merciless Mistress.
"On your feet, slave. Get over to the wheel and prepare to submit to your Mistress."
Three minutes later, the wheel began to rise as Tom and Rod pulled on the chain and as it rose, Lila's legs rose with it, her ankles stretched wide and chained to the iron rim. Earl supported her shoulders until they were clear of the floor, then carefully released her. Head down, her long hair hanging beneath her, she gasped as she swung gently to and fro, her eyes staring up past her own breasts to the spread 'V' of her thighs and then to the ring of faces that gazed down at her as Rod and Tom secured the chain and joined the others, leaving her dangling some three feet above the ground.
The long muscles of her thighs tensed and she tugged at the cuffs holding her wrists at the nape of her neck, but was quite unable to close her legs or free her arms and as she found that her efforts achieved only a slight swaying of her suspended body, blistering arousal set the smooth skin of her belly fluttering. Every inch of her body was hopelessly vulnerable. Every hollow, every recess, every curve, was freely available to her Masters and Mistress, her sex invitingly held open by her body weight and the tight ring of her rear entry offered between the parted cleft of her buttocks.
Rod stepped forwards and as the bulge at his groin brushed against her lips, Lila gulped, knowing that the ring gag holding her mouth open gave her Masters a shamefully convenient way to make her serve them. He chuckled down into her eyes, "When I'm ready, slave, when I'm good and ready," then walked away and took his seat, his lips curved into a cruel smile of anticipation.
Suspended upside down before the four men who sat at ease drinking in her helplessness, Lila trembled wildly as the leather crop slid over her naked body, its tip flicking gently at her stiffened nipples until the twin buds grew achingly hard and shamefully prominent in automatic response to the whip's caress. Gagged and unable to speak, she mumbled wordless pleas as slave need built to furnace heat in her quivering belly, then gave a shrill gasp of pained anguish as Cassie, her Mistress for the night, sent the crop cracking across her defenceless stomach and snapped, "Be silent, slave. One more sound out of you and I shall discipline you properly."
Her eyes met Lila's and as the redhead saw the determination and excitement in the blonde's stern gaze, her insides churned with furious power to the realisation that Cassie meant every word of her threat. Slowly, the crop trailed upwards past the glowing red stripe etched across her belly and as the slim leather shaft reached the gaping cleft between her spread thighs and began to explore her glistening sex and engorged, exquisitely sensitive labia, Lila arched her neck into a straining bow, her eyes wide with unbearable passion as devastating arousal rolled and surged through her body.
Her thigh muscles rippled beneath her smooth skin as she fought to trap the whip and pull it into her sex to trigger the immense climax that loomed over her, but her own weight held her immobile. Unable to achieve the sexual release she needed, she understood how completely she was at the mercy of her adored Mistress, staring pleadingly at the men who sat watching her, begging in the only way she could for one of them, any of them, to take pity on her and end her torment by taking her and using her as the full slave she was.
Travis gave a cold chuckle as he saw the depth of her submissive desire, then addressed Cassie, "Your slave needs a climax... ah... Mistress," he said mockingly, "I suggest you let her have one."
"Yes, Master," the blonde replied instantly, but as she lowered the crop, he chuckled again, "Oh no, my dear," he told her, "she is a slave under discipline. Make her submit to the whip."
Lila shuddered in terror and humiliation as she heard that she was to suffer the painful indignity of a slave's orgasm to the whip, but as Cassie murmured, "As you wish, Master," a hot spurt of fresh love juices glistened at the redhead's pussy as her masochistic arousal reached fever pitch. Cassie moved behind her and raised the whip, then, with a flick of her wrist, sent the crop slapping across Lila's unprotected bottom. This evening was the first time that Cassie had ever cropped anyone and to Lila's great relief, the blonde was either not very good at it or she wasn't trying.
A second and then a third stroke followed and although Lila wriggled for the benefit of her audience, she was well aware that the blows hardly even stung and she could cope with any amount of such a feeble disciplining. It was actually very erotic and Lila began to enjoy herself. Unfortunately, however, Lila was not the only one to realise that Cassie was holding back.
Travis held up a hand and frowned, "Cassie," he called sharply, "you have one more chance. If you do not crop her properly, you will take her place. Now, get on with it."
Cassie knew she had no option and took a deep breath, "Yes, Master," she replied wide eyed, "I will do better, Master. I promise," and raised the crop again.
This time, the crack of leather meeting flesh echoed through the room and as a vivid line of scarlet bloomed across Lila's buttocks, the suspended redhead squealed and writhed in genuine terror as searing heat erupted through her bottom and a matching flame of pure, submissive lust scorched into her belly. The crop rose and fell, rose and fell, turning Lila's buttocks and thighs into a stinging, smarting inferno of scarlet stripes until she screamed and wept in pain and overwhelming arousal. Her belly kicked violently and her eyes bulged with a terrible longing as her long delayed orgasm boiled and seethed inside her and she begged and squealed into her gag to be permitted to submit fully.
Appalled and fascinated by the torment she had been forced to inflict on the punished redhead, Cassie bit her lip as Rod snapped, "Use the whip to make her come, slave. Do it or you will be whipped."
Cassie knew what she must do and with a silent apology to Lila, reversed her whip and pressed the braided leather handle into her oozing sex. With a wavering scream of intensely submissive ecstasy, Lila plunged headlong into a stupendous orgasm, her whole body shuddering to the towering waves of ecstasy that exploded into her belly as her internal muscles sucked the whip deep into her sex, clamping
around the invading shaft like a lover, her contractions immense as she surrendered totally to her enforced needs and demonstrated the full extent of her uncontrollable passions and subjugation.
For long minutes, Cassie and the four Masters watched Lila's suspended body jerk and twitch as her orgasm engulfed her, until, at last, Rod gave a cruel chuckle, "Looks like the horny bitch is ready to serve her Masters," he sneered. "Why don't you take her first, Earl? She seems to have a thing for you."
Earl hesitated, "Well, I don't know, Rod," he replied slowly. "After all... Hell... she's your wife..."
Rod grinned evilly, "Not any more. She's just a sexy slut who needs a Master to use her and remind her what she is. Be my guest. I'll have her later on if I feel like it."
Earl rose to his feet, "OK. If you say so," and moved to Lila, unzipped his shorts and slid his bulging erection through the steel ring stretching her defenceless lips, cutting off her muffled cry as his flesh gagged her. With his right hand, he pulled the embedded crop from Lila's wet sex and tossed it to Cassie, "Whip her back slave," he commanded, "just hard enough to keep her interested. That way, we'll all enjoy ourselves, won't we?"
Cassie flushed redly as he grinned at her, intensely aware of the damp heat between her legs caused by her ruthless subjugation of the helpless redhead and of the unexpected pleasure she had found in whipping her lover and forcing her to climax to the whip.
"Yes, Master," she whispered softly, "I know how exciting it can be to be whipped, Master."
Earl chuckled, "I know you do, slave. You love it and so does Lila. When I'm finished here, perhaps I'll use that whip on you. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Cassie lowered her eyes from his and gave an embarrassed nod, "Yes, Master," she admitted humbly, "I'm a slave, Master and I cannot help myself."
Earl smiled knowingly, that's why Cassie was a slave. Then he ordered her to shut up and use the whip and as Cassie obeyed, he lowered his lips to the redhead's gaping sex. Lila gave a muffled squeal as the crop striped her shoulders and as Earl ravaged her mouth and his lips and tongue probed the most intimate recesses of her sex to send incredible arousal storming through her body, she licked and sucked dementedly at his thick shaft in her frantic efforts to please him.
Behind her, crop in hand, Cassie's eyes glittered with pleasure and excitement as she savoured Lila's enforced servitude. Her belly swirled with a delicious warmth as she cropped Lila and the helpless girl's reddened buttocks jiggled enticingly and her back writhed, for, to her surprise and delight, Cassie found that she was enjoying herself. No longer embarrassed by her part in the redhead's subjugation, but revelling in it. It was her chance to repay just a little of what Lila had made her endure and as Cassie's gaze was drawn to the puckered circle of Lila's back passage, her soft lips curved into a mischievous grin.
Slowly, she extended her index finger and pressed it past the tight ring of Lila's bottom and into the redhead's body. Lila gave a muffled shriek of shamed dismay and her buttocks clenched frantically, but too late and as Cassie's finger sank deep into her bottom, the outraged captive shuddered wildly and plunged into a third climax. Her belly pulsed massively and hot love juices sprayed into her sex as the humiliating arousal, and the knowledge that she had been forced to surrender to Cassie, propelled Lila into an immediate slave orgasm.
Tasting her sweet juices and feeling her sex vibrate against his mouth as Lila came helplessly, Earl paused for just long enough to chuckle, "Nice one, Cassie," then returned his lips to the redhead's spasming cunt. He lunged his bulging shaft deep into her mouth, his desire building rapidly to a peak and as his climax broke, the suspended, whipped and ultimately submissive redhead gulped desperately at the flood of hot, salty juices that filled her mouth and throat as she was forced to serve and satisfy the first of her four Masters. Her eyes grew wide with shame and horror in the knowledge that her success would only encourage the others to subjugate her equally as completely.
Hugely aroused by the scenes played out before them, Rod and Travis leapt from their chairs and seized Cassie before she realised what was happening. In seconds, her wrists and elbow cuffs were locked tightly behind her back and as a steel ring gag was wedged behind her teeth and buckled in place. Her all too brief time as a Mistress had come to an end and she knew she was to be forced to submit and serve just as fully and just as helplessly as she had made Lila submit. Powerless in the grasp of the two muscular Masters, she was lifted and turned upside down and as her ankles were spread and tied to the wheel on the opposite side to Lila, both slaves facing inwards so that each had an unobstructed view of the other's hopelessly vulnerable plight, she gasped and trembled in fearful anticipation of her inevitable violation by her Masters.
Rod took a pace back and stared coldly down into Cassie's frightened eyes, "As you have no doubt gathered, slave," he told her. "You are no longer a Mistress. Now, you're just a slave, like Lila. And you're both going to serve and please us, all of us, as the hot submissive little sluts you are."
He pulled down the zip of his trousers and as Cassie whimpered, he stepped forward and thrust his huge erection through the ring wedging her lips apart, plunging his flesh deep into her mouth until her cheeks bulged and her nostrils flared as she was gagged by his rigid shaft. She could do nothing to save herself and as his rough hands gripped her head and pulled her face tight to his groin and he began to ravage her mouth with powerful lunges of his hips, Cassie gave a breathy squeal through her nose as his lips descended to the parted joint of her thighs, licking and sucking at the moist tissues of her sex and labia as he exerted his absolute dominance over her.
Shattering arousal crashed through her and as fingers captured her nipples, tweaking and squeezing the tender buds to send intense stimulation and tiny flashes of delicious pain through her breasts, a first orgasm burst into her belly as she realised that a second Master had chosen to add to her torment. Totally at their mercy, she could only respond as the slave they had trained and conditioned her to be and as her belly churned with heat and her nipples erected to stone hardness, Cassie surrendered to her bondage and her Masters. Mini-climaxes shook her, betraying the power of her submissive passions as she sucked eagerly at the throbbing shaft buried in her mouth until her Master released his seed in gushing spurts and she was made to swallow every last drop.
Temporarily sated, Rod slipped from her mouth, but as the Master who had been arousing her breasts, Travis, stood up and walked around from behind her to stand gazing down at her, to Cassie's horror, she saw that he had picked up the crop.
"I have never whipped a Mistress," he told her casually. "Not even a very temporary Mistress, such as you, my dear. That is an omission I shall now rectify," and with a skilled flick of his wrist, sent the leather crop slashing across her stomach.
Cassie screamed as calmly and methodically, the older Master etched a pattern of burning red stripes across her belly, then switched his aim to her swollen breasts and her rigid nipples as she begged and pleaded wordlessly and in vain, for mercy. Lowering the crop momentarily, he reached out to fondle her nipples and as Cassie's belly convulsed helplessly in the utter and abject submission of a slave's climax to her bondage and the whip of a cruelly dominant Master, he nodded in satisfaction.
"Very good, slave," he told her calmly, "just a little more and then I shall permit you to serve me," and to her terrified disbelief, he raised the crop once more and applied half a dozen stinging stripes to the tender flesh of each of her exposed inner thighs.
The callous ruthlessness of his disciplining of her was far too much for Cassie and as he slid the thin shaft of the whip between her engorged labia, a devastating orgasm erupted through her trembling, mercilessly punished body. A gigantic wave of love juices exploded into her pussy as she screamed and wept in rapturous anguish, torn between the blissful ecstasy of her intense climax and the humiliation and bitter-sweet pain which had brought it about.
As he took the whip from her and replaced it with fingers that drove
deep into her sex, Cassie screamed again, in welcome and joy, all fears and doubts forgotten as a second and then a third orgasm sent her spinning down into a hot, wet inferno of absolute and willing subjugation. Her body convulsed in the whirlpool of her slave passions and she abandoned herself to the overwhelming sexual pleasure of her submission, the heat of her whipped flesh only adding to the fury of her need.
Asking Rod to help him get her down, Travis supported Cassie's quaking body as Rod untied her from the wheel and aided him to carry her over to the massive oak table and laid her across it on her back. Working quickly, they spread her ankles to the heavy legs and bound her in place, in such a way that her head dangled over one edge and her gaping thighs overhung the other, ropes from her collar to the other table legs ensuring she could not lift her head. Lost in her sexual frenzy, Cassie was only dimly aware of what was happening to her and cared little, accepting whatever her Masters cared to impose upon her as the price she would pay willingly for the pleasure she had experienced, and was yet to receive. As the ropes tightened on her limbs and neck, she lay passively in her bonds, quivering to the ongoing tumult in her belly as she waited helplessly for what was to come.
Chapter 18
With her legs hugely spread, her arms pinned beneath her and her head immobilised and hanging over the edge of the table, Cassie was utterly vulnerable to any pleasure or torment her Masters cared to inflict upon her. As Travis knelt between her gaping thighs and sent his lips to her undefended sex, she screamed in terrible, wonderful anguish as unbearable arousal crashed through her exposed nudity. She could not resist or hold back for even a moment and as a massive orgasm exploded into her belly, the swollen lips of her sex drew back to release spurt after spurt of scalding love juices to stain her vainly flexing thighs and the wood of the table on which she lay.
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