He smiled back. “Just for your peace of mind, I spent some time negotiating with them this afternoon. They’re good.” He followed them, my hand pressed tight in his.
Seraphim led her slave, who was crawling on her hands and knees, on the leash. They were definitely showing off. Xander’s demeanor had changed as well, his back straightened and his face closed off, but he never let go of my hand.
I knew what to expect this time, but I still found myself staring around at various scenes playing out in front of me. One Domme had her sub hog-tied on the floor and was fitting some sort of hood or mask over his face. He squirmed against her, shuddering. A few steps away, a group of men were standing around a table, grunting. At first I couldn’t make sense of what I was seeing, but as we moved, I was able to see a woman between them on the table, getting filled everywhere and the guys whose dicks she couldn’t take were stroking themselves and reaching out to grab and touch and restrain her.
We found a space all the way in the back this time. I had the impression that people watched us as we walked in and I didn’t know if it was Seraphim’s blood-red leather body suit and Domme-bitch attitude, her slave on the leash, my school-girl get up or if some of them remembered the last time Xander had punished A. Xander was checking some bindings on a grid on the wall, when he turned back to us.
“Okay, girls, let’s go.”
A sat back on her haunches and looked up at him with a smirk. I was caught off guard by how pretty she was—she had a thin, athletic build and her midnight black hair was swept back off her immaculate face, pulled into a low ponytail. Her makeup made the sneer that blossomed on her face almost beautiful.
Then she said, “Hey, Xander. Fuck you.” Her tone was calm, matter-of-fact, but her expression shifted to one of open challenge.
“Fuck me?” He laughed, echoing my thoughts. “Really? After last time?” He shrugged briefly. “All right.” He closed the distance between them, grabbed her by the back of her neck and stood her up. He took two steps back and pressed her against the grid of bars, facing the wall. For a moment, he held his body against hers, just breathing her in. She shut her eyes, but he stepped away just as she began to relax back against him.
He said, “Tell me your safeword,” as he started strapping her hands and arms to the wall. She didn’t answer him, but didn’t fight him either. He stepped to her side, where her face was turned. “What is your safeword, cunt?”
She spit in his face. And the world stopped for a moment. I gasped, looking from Xander to Seraphim and back again to see their reactions. The Domme was smiling slightly, pulling some things from her bag. Xander stepped back from the slave, pissed.
“Fuck your safeword, bitch.”
A chill ran down my spine at those words and his facial expression as he wiped her spittle off his face and smeared it on hers.
Seraphim stepped up to them with clips in her hands. “Tongue, little bitch. That wasn’t nice and you know it.” Apparently, this wasn’t abnormal behavior for her. She stuck her tongue out and Seraphim placed two clothespins on it. Her eyes closed and she moaned, grinding her hips into the bars in front of her.
“Thanks, I like that.” Xander smiled. “Now, cunt, since you can’t really talk, safewords don’t matter. So a safe sign or gesture.”
She moaned a venomous sounding growl and gave him the finger.
“Oh, perfect. There we go. You give me the finger if you want me to stop.” He said it with a smile and I could see her thoughts cross her face. She wanted to be able to give him the finger just to piss him off but everything else would stop and she wouldn’t really want that.
Point to Sadist Xander.
“Thuck eww,” she said, as she drooled. He just laughed at her, then turned to me.
“Little girl, come here.” I walked to him, wide eyed. He took my hand, stroking my palm. A watched us closely, trying to figure out what was next.
His voice was calm, soft, purring. Almost coy. “Little girl, she’s being bad. Do you think you can help her be better, more like you?” I gave him a completely blank look and his hand slipped to my wrist and pulled me closer. He whispered, lips at my ear, “I want you to feel this. I want to see you squirm. And I want to mind fuck her. I need your help.”
I pulled back to look at him. “Xander, I don’t know… What…what do I even do? What do you mean?” He couldn’t expect that I was going to whip her or something. Could he? His face was serene, smiling even.
“You just follow directions like the good girl I know you are. Now, take off that shirt.” His hands moved to my shoulder as I automatically started unbuttoning the shirt. Shortly, I was standing in my bra, skirt and stockings. “Now come here.” He moved me over to A’s side and unstrapped her arm and leg. “Get in there, between her and the wall.”
I shot him a look. “What?” I thought maybe I didn’t understand what he meant.
His hand was in my hair moving me, as he growled, “Get your ass in there.” He slid me in, then paused for a moment to lean his forehead against mine. “Trust me. You’ll do just fine. You’ll be perfect.”
I took a deep breath as he strapped her arm and leg back down. This nameless woman and I were now face-to-face, bodies pressed together. I breathed deeply, smelling her expensive perfume and her body. Her abdomen was pressed to mine, a soft, warm pressure pushing me against the bars. Her legs were spread and my feet were between hers. She still had the clothespins on her tongue and her drool dripped down on my breasts.
Seraphim was on one side of us, smiling as she ran her hand over A’s body. She moaned, closing her eyes and dropping her head forward a little. I started at the touch of hands on my ankles, strapping me to the wall. I knew it was Xander, even though I couldn’t see him. A moment later his face was opposite of Seraphim’s.
“Arms up, little girl.”
I shifted around to get my arms up over my head and Xander tied my wrists as well. The binds cinched into my skin and my brain relaxed, giving up worry.
I trust him. Nothing will harm me.
The wave of acceptance washed over me and my fear evaporated. When the first strike came against her body, I heard the smack at the same time that her body jerked against me and she moaned, dripping more drool on me. I knew it was Seraphim hitting her because Xander was still standing with us.
Excitement gleamed in his eyes. “Green?”
He was asking me to trust him, to allow myself to be taken somewhere without knowing the plan. Curiosity and fear churned in my chest. Then, just like that the bewilderment settled and my nerve steeled. I wanted him to be proud of me, here on his turf, in front of everyone. I wanted to please him. I wanted to make his blank face smile.
But more than any of that, I wanted to know. I wanted to know what it would be to be in it, in the middle of it. “Green.” I smiled at him. He stepped away and my eyes shifted to the more experienced submissive’s. She smiled at me, and only looked marginally insane, smiling with her tongue compressed between wooden clothespins.
And the onslaught started.
Seraphim and Xander must have been standing on either side of her because the strokes were coming too fast for it to be just one person punishing her. She braced her body, groaning against the pain. After a handful of strikes, a rhythm evolved—they alternated sides of her body and she rocked against me, side-to-side. We were skin on skin, sharing the same air, her face filling my vision. It was incredibly intimate, being that close to someone as they were punished, beaten. I saw each nuance of her pain, of her evolving lust and pleasure.
It went on for what felt like a long time, but may have only been a few minutes. When they stopped, she was panting and slumped against me. Our breasts pressed together and she dropped her head back, a grin on her face.
Xander was right there, his face next to hers, speaking in her ear, but looking at me. “That was just a warm-up for my arm. Don’t tell me you’re already tired?”
She turned her head to him, an eyebrow cocked up. “Kith
my ath.”
“Kiss your ass? With a whip maybe.” He stepped away with a sly smile still on his face. I had a wild rush of jealousy that she had made him smile like that.
The room was visible over her shoulder and there was a small crowd watching two subs tormented by two Dominants. Xander and Seraphim were conferring and he stepped back with a strap. It looked like a belt with no buckle. I hissed a breath in and A’s eyes whipped to mine a beat before the first crack met her ass. She held my gaze, like she couldn’t look away, as nine more strokes fell on her. With each one her eyes would widen for a moment and her body would tense as she sucked in her breath. Her upper lip glistened with a fine sheen of sweat. When the final stroke snapped against her skin, she slumped against me again, this time dropping her head on my shoulder. That gave me a very clear view of the room. There was a handful of people watching, some of whom made eye contact with me, their faces passive or alive with some sort of frenzy in-check.
“Jesus Christ,” I muttered. “This is fucking crazy.”
I glanced around to find Xander, intending to call Red because it was just too much, too ridiculous, just too fucking crazy. But when I found him off to the side at a table with Seraphim, pulling instruments from her assortment, he looked different, vital in a way I hadn’t really seen before, relaxed, smiling. He turned, his gaze finding mine, eyes hardening. He squared his shoulders to me and the sharp passion, the power, the fury in him stole my breath, settling over and into me. I didn’t want to stop this.
I focused on my own body, my breasts wet with my partner in torment’s sweat and saliva, my abdomen pressed tight against her. My pussy clenched in on itself and dampened my thighs, leaving me sticky. I flashed back to our sex in the stairwell and his comment about dripping from me.
Another wave of God-knows-what—submission, endorphins, subspace—whatever—hit in force and the tension dissipated. I didn’t care that these people were watching this bizarre degradation. I wanted the intensity. I wanted Xander’s fury and power to subsume me. I felt my face flush and my expression changed, tension leaving my neck and jaw. I saw it reflected in him as he stepped toward us. I could tell he knew my fear had dropped away—or at least changed to something exciting and pleasurable. He pressed his body tight against A, who in turn was pressed into me. He grabbed the back of my head and delivered a tight, hard kiss, over her shoulder.
“You know what I just thought about, little girl? How wet I bet you are right now.”
I surprised myself by my answer, a bright, “Me too!” And A giggled.
“Don’t pretend you’re not drenched too, cunt. I see you grinding up on my girl.” Xander reached between us and pinched her lower lip until she moaned. And as she whined, he brought his other hand around to my side and traced his fingers over the curves of my hip and waist, his thumb brushing roughly over my breast. Xander’s gaze locked on mine, but he leaned toward her ear, his words measured and dripping with malice as he said, “You’re such a whore.”
He was actually talking to her, but for a moment it felt like he had said it to me and I caught myself getting a rush of sweet-tinged shame.
He stepped away, but it was only a short break before he started in with the flogger. After several strokes on her butt, he started on her legs. She moaned and ground into me. The tendrils of the flogger wrapped around her thigh with each stroke and moved air over my legs too. A few strokes later, whether intentionally or not, he changed his stroke and the tips of the strands clipped my thigh. I jumped. He must have seen my movement, because he paused and appeared at my side.
“You okay? What happened?” He looked worried.
“I’m fine. It just clipped me a little.” I shrugged, not wanting to alarm him, but drinking his face and concern in. In truth, the sting was fading to delicious, lovely warmth, making me more aware of the sensations all over my body.
“Yeah?” Seeing that I was just fine, his gaze darkened a bit. “Did you like it?” And before I answered, “Let’s try a little more.”
He stepped away. Before I was ready, the flogger came down on her again, but a longer portion of the falls hit my inner thigh this time. Before that fully registered, he started raining down blows on us. She was, by far, bearing the brunt of it, but both of us were twitching, hissing and moaning.
After a few more minutes, Seraphim stepped up and removed the clothespins from her tongue. She screamed as the blood rushed back to her tongue. Xander had paused and stepped to our other side, checking in with us. He slid his hand between our bodies, down to the space between our pubic bones, and yanked my skirt up so my upper thighs and panties were bared, visible between her widely spread legs.
I felt an internal echo of an objection, but it was quiet and distant and I didn’t want to listen to it. I said nothing and he started in again with the flogger. The ends of the flogger’s strands flicked against my bare skin. It stung in a way I hadn’t experienced before and it was so close to the line of my panties that I was panting. With each strike, my co-sub now moaned loudly then slumped into me. Xander paused again in his ministrations. While he paused, she looked up at me, fire in her eyes.
“Do you like it?” she whispered. There was sweat running down her cheeks and mascara ran down her face, washed away in her tears.
“Yes,” I peeped.
“Me too.” She leaned her face forward to mine and laid a soft sweet kiss on my lips. “I like it more, like this, with you.” She pressed her body into mine again, free of the pain now. She breathed more quickly and her pubic bone ground against me. Just as I started to grind back into her and craned my neck up to kiss her again, Seraphim’s voice shattered the moment.
“I hear you talking, Thing.” She smacked her ass. Thing closed her eyes and moaned, biting her lip. “No one wants to hear you. Shut up.”
Seraphim started to walk away, but before she was out of earshot, Thing winked at me and said, “Hey, Seraphim, go fuck yourself.”
Seraphim stomped back to us and grabbed her by the throat, stretching her back against her restraints. “Gag, plug, clamps, what else are you going to make me do to you?”
When Seraphim released her, her face was red and she gasped. Seraphim stepped away and she leaned forward to kiss me again, her tongue just invading my mouth when Seraphim returned with a ball that she shoved in her mouth. There were straps attached that Seraphim secured behind her head. She grabbed her throat again, pulling her back to place nipple clamps. These were different than other ones I had seen. They screwed down onto her nipples and Seraphim tightened them until the dusky skin blanched. Thing groaned against her gag. Seraphim held a bulbous black rubbery butt plug in front of our faces, pulling a condom on it.
“Leda, open your mouth,” she snapped. I obeyed without thinking, because she was a scary bitch. She jammed the plug in my mouth. “Good girl. Thing, you should be taking notes from this little bitch.” She swirled the plug around in my mouth and I was vaguely disgusted that anybody’s ass toy was in my mouth. At least it had a clean condom on it, but it tasted gross. She pulled it out of my mouth, trailing my saliva down my chin, and pressed it into Thing’s ass.
Seraphim was back at our faces. “You know I love you, but I won’t tolerate this behavior anymore. Either you belong to me and behave or I’m done with you. I want you to think about that while Xander finishes with you. I’m going out to meet new people.”
That threat was a shock and the slave looked frantic. Tears welled in her eyes and she tried to talk through the gag, her voice plaintive. With that, Seraphim stepped away and Xander started back with the strap again. He continued to place strokes in a way that the tip would flick around to my thighs and it hurt so much more.
After a few more strikes, I was starting to squirm and grit my teeth against the pain, and my co-sub was openly screaming into her gag, tears streaming down her face. Xander paused and we slumped against each other, laying our heads on each other’s shoulders. I looked up at Xander. He had pulled his shirt off and was confer
ring with Seraphim, who hadn’t actually walked away. She was handing him something and had an expression of complete glee on her face. Xander turned and, seeing me watching, put his finger to his lips as he walked toward us.
“Okay, girl-thing, I can tell you’re looking at my girl, looking for sympathy. Not gonna happen. You’re all alone and now even Seraphim has left you here—with me. No more looking to Leda for solace.” He slipped a blindfold over her eyes and she screamed again into the gag, shaking her head from side to side.
After a few moments, Seraphim walked up to us as well, now barefoot so her boots wouldn’t clack against the concrete floor. She had a cane and caned Thing’s inner thighs and pussy a handful of times, until she was shaking and crying, screaming almost continuously into her gag. Abruptly Seraphim stopped, dropping the cane.
I immediately felt her fingertips brush against my panties as she started playing with A’s pussy. Thing moaned and squirmed against her hand and it was unclear to me if she knew it was Seraphim or thought it was Xander. Then the Mistress paused, giving her a break, but not releasing us. After a few minutes, she was back with a small plastic device that had straps all over it. She held it up next to her slave’s ear and flicked a switch that set it buzzing. Her hands were between us, strapping it onto Thing’s pussy, presumably directly on her clit by the way she reacted. As she was doing that, Xander came to our other side.
“Little girl, still green?”
“Yeah, but I don’t know about her. She’s taken a lot tonight.”
“Well, Thing? Gonna give up yet? Flick me off if you want me to stop.” He paused, looking at her hands, to see if she was giving him the finger, but her hands were knotted into tight balls. “All right, well, Leda was telling me that she might be interested in wax play, so I have a few candles lit over here. Ready to start again, girls?” She nodded weakly, breathing raggedly through her nose. I looked at him, eyes wide, my own breathing shaky. “Let’s switch things up a bit.”
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