by Livia Grant
James turns his attention back to the crying woman in his arms. “Brianna, Markus didn’t send me.”
Bri hiccups and tries to brush away some of her tears before she leans back to look up into James’ blue eyes. “What do you mean he didn’t send you? Why else would you be here?”
James glances to Lukus and then back down at Brianna. “Did you cheat on Markus?” When she doesn’t answer, he presses the question. “Did you? Did you let someone else fuck you?”
“No… you can’t be…?” Brianna shakes her head in disbelief as she realizes he’s not come to save her. Her next question is laden with fear. “If Markus didn’t send you, why are you here?”
Lukus detects the panic in her voice.
‘Maybe this will turn out okay after all.’
“I’m here because Lukus called me. I’m a member of the club, Brianna. Markus and I were roommates in college. You know that. What you may not have put together yet is that Lukus was our third roommate. Now, I’m still waiting for your answer. Did you let someone beside your husband fuck you?”
Brianna’s begins to babble in panic. “James… I didn’t mean to. Please, you have to believe me. I love Markus so much. I never meant to hurt him. It was just a couple of times and I swear… I’d already realized what a mistake it was. I will never… ever… cheat on him again. I need to get home. I need to try to explain to him… try to make him understand…” Her rambling trails off into more tears.
“I think you’re going to have to help Lukus and me understand why you would shit on your marriage first and then let us decide if you have anything Markus might want to hear. And I’m going to warn you, I can’t think of one possible reason that might be good enough to convince me that Markus shouldn’t dump your ass. I have rather stringent rules when it comes to fidelity and I’m positive Markus shares those same values.”
Bri has the look of a deer caught in headlights. In the space of a few minutes she’s gone from having one to two of her husband’s dominant friends out to get her.
“I’m waiting,” James demands.
“You wouldn’t understand.” It comes out as a whisper.
“Try me.”
“It sounds terrible.”
“Worse than hearing you let someone else fuck you?” James’ voice is hard as nails. His blue eyes have turned ice cold.
“Stop saying it like that.” Her voice is shaking.
“How would you like me to say it? I think calling it a fuck is better than saying you let someone else make love to you, isn’t it? Or are you in love with someone else, Bri?”
“Oh my God, no. It’s nothing like that.” Lukus is happy with her panicked response.
‘I think we’re making progress after all.’
“So, what is it like?” James isn’t backing down one bit. His voice is hard as he pushes for answers.
“Please, this is too personal. I need to talk to Markus about this. I’m begging you, James. Take me home to him.” Brianna is still holding onto James’ forearms and when she sees no hint of compassion in his eyes, she reaches out to grasp at his button down shirt, pulling him closer to her.
Lukus steps in. “Markus made it clear, Brianna. He doesn’t want to talk to you anymore. He won’t believe a word that comes out of your mouth anyway. You fuck around and lie like a pro. There’s no making this better Brianna. The sooner you realize that, the sooner you can sign the paperwork and go on with your life.”
Bri rounds on him. “I told you, Lukus,” she hisses. “I’m not signing the damn paper. There’s nothing you can do to me that will change my mind.”
“We’ll see about that, won’t we?”
James breaks in. “Okay, that’s enough you two. Brianna, I need to talk with Lukus privately.”
Lukus wrenches Brianna from the relative haven of James’ arms. “Come on, sweetheart. Let me get you settled in.”
Her struggles to break free as he marches her out of the office are almost comical against his strength. With each step, he senses her becoming more fearful. “Please… no. Don’t put me back in the cage. I’m begging you. Don’t make me go back in there, Lukus. I mean, sir.”
Ironically, she’s actually relieved when he walks her to the St. Andrew’s cross. Little does she know the levels of punishment he can deliver to her naked body once he has her immobilized and at his mercy.
‘If she had a clue, she wouldn’t be so relieved.’
Lukus positions Brianna with her back against the wooden cross and snaps the rings on her wrist cuffs to a metal hook above her head. The only way she can keep her balance is to rise up slightly on her toes. The position leaves her completely vulnerable.
When he reaches to secure the strap around her waist, Lukus can feel her hardened nipples brush against his shirt. For a moment, their eyes lock almost intimately. It’s a moment of shared discomfort and Lucas quickly looks away. He’s deliberately rough as he fastens the belt, making sure it’s low enough to press on her already pressured bladder.
Brianna is stoically silent as Lukus squats to secure her feet. When he’s done, he stares up at her naked body, assessing his work. Brianna is hanging painfully from her outstretched arms with only the belt to provide support.
Lukus knows he should stand and move away, but his proximity to her bald pussy allows him to catch a whiff of her musky core, freezing him to his spot. He’s so close, and forces himself to resist the urge to reach out and slide his fingers past the slick folds. He steps back, away from her intoxicating scent, before he does something stupid.
‘God damn it, Mitchell. Keep control, for Christ’s sake. This isn’t some sub here to play. She’s Markus’ wife and completely out-of bounds.’
Lukus distracts himself by perusing the plethora of punishment devices on a nearby table as he tries to decide which implement is most likely to break Brianna’s resistance.
His eyes meet Brianna’s as he heads back to the cross, and he can see her apprehension as she recognizes what he holds in his hands. She gasps as she watches him testing the tautness of the evil looking nipple clamps on his own finger.
Lukus lunges forward to take Brianna’s left nipple into his warm mouth. While his large hands cup her heavy breasts, he begins to suck her nipple hard, grazing his teeth across her tender body part. His plan had been to merely tweak her peak to make a better target for the clamp, but once he gets his first taste of her, he can no more pull away than she can. He can feel his cock coming to life.
Despite her moan of pleasure, Brianna is the one who’s finally strong enough to halt his insanity with a scream of warning. “Lukus, don’t you dare touch me like this. I’m still Markus’ wife and you need to stop… now.”
Her words are like ice water, successfully waking him up to his own careless stupidity. Pulling his mouth away from her perfect C-cup breasts, he reaches out and clamps on the viciously tight nipple clamp. Bri can’t help but cry out from the sharp pain piercing through her breast.
Deciding to use his hand instead of his mouth to perk her other tit, he pinches her right nipple until it’s a nice, hard target for the second clamp. When he lets the clamp snap shut quickly, Brianna’s crying turns into a wailing scream for several seconds until the pain settles in, turning her scream to a guttural moan.
Lukus can feel his cock grow harder as she screams. He’d planned on finding some weights to attach to the chain hanging between her lush breasts to add to her discomfort, but decides his own discomfort necessitates a discreet departure. Without a backwards glance, he turns and heads back to duke it out with his friend, the devious doctor, leaving Brianna alone to wrestle with the pain in her arms, nipples, bladder and – worst of all - her broken heart.
Chapter Nine
Brianna is almost frantic by the time her husband’s best friends emerge from the office. It seemed to her they’d been closeted in there forever, but without a clock, she can’t tell and the pain has made the minutes feel like hours. She’s in agony and desperate for release, both f
rom her restraints and for her bladder.
Making things worse, her paddled and bruised ass is being pressed against the hard wood, sending renewed waves of heat through her weary body, resulting in confusing sensations of desire. The moist sheen gathering between her splayed legs is visible proof of her dilemma.
Bri waits anxiously for her captors to cross over and untie her, but when both men detour towards the door to the stage without even so much as a glance her way, she loses it. Their faces are hard, stormy. She prays they’re angry at each other, but she suspects their veiled rage is still directed squarely at her and that doesn’t bode well at all.
She screams out, trying to get their attention. “I can’t believe you left me like this. You two should be ashamed of yourselves. I know Markus doesn’t know you’re treating me like this. I demand you get me down now. Do you hear me? Lukus! James!” They’re already out of sight before she shouts their names again, and she’s once again forced to endure her pain alone.
But this time it’s only a few minutes before Lukus returns to his charge.
“Did you miss me, sweetheart?” His words may be playful, but his tone is all business.
“Please, Lukus. I’m begging you. Let me use your bathroom.” Brianna couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down her face now if she had to. She’s shivering, both from being chilled and from an excitement she can neither suppress nor explain. She can feel the throbbing of her exposed pussy,
“All in good time. We have a few other plans for you first.” He’s standing directly in front of her now, only inches away from her shivering body. Brianna can feel the warmth of his clothed body and she hates how it comforts her. The seconds drag on as they size each other up.
“Last chance, Brianna. I’m warning you - I’m going to do whatever it takes to get you to sign those papers. It’s what Markus wants and I owe him that. You owe him that. Will you just sigh them? Please?”
She’s shocked that what started as a command has become a heartfelt request. His eyes are softening, almost pleading with her to acquiesce. Up until now, Bri has been obstinate in her refusal to sign. She’s amazed to see Lukus has his defenses completely down and she takes her small window of opportunity to try to get through to him.
“I told you Lukus. I’m never going to sign for a quick divorce. Please… I know you think you’re helping Markus, but truly, I need to go home and talk to him. I need to tell him how much I love him and how sorry I am, how I plan to spend the rest of my life making this up to him. Please, Lukus. I’m begging you. Give my marriage one more chance. Take me home.”
For the briefest of moments she thinks he might be listening, might be ready to take her home and end this insanity, but it passes. She watches as Lukus hardens, transforming himself once again into the Master’s Master before her very eyes.
Dragging his gaze away from her pleading eyes, Lukus makes quick work of releasing first her ankles and waist before finally reaching up to unhook her wrists, allowing her feet to finally touch the ground. Her legs have fallen asleep; he has to catch her when she crumples after being released from the cross. His hard cock is pressing into her stomach as his arms hold her steady. He stares into her eyes, and Brianna immediately looks away in an attempt hide the shameful desire she fears he’ll see in them.
Lukus coldly pushes her away roughly and stoops to grab her below the waist, effortlessly lifting her to his shoulder in a fireman’s hold. Brianna cries out from the sudden pressure on her full bladder and the sharp pulling on the chain linking her still attached nipple clamps.
“You’d best hold it,” he says, recognizing that the position is pushing her bladder to the limit. “I’ll paddle you black and blue if you piss down my shirt, little girl.”
“I think it will be better for our plan if we let her try the bucket again.” James puts his hand on Lukus’ arm, stopping him. Brianna raises her eyes to the doctor’s; they both know that this time she won’t refuse to go.
Lukus pretends to consider the suggestion before walking her to the bucket and dumping Brianna to the floor. She climbs up and sighs with relief when both men do her the unexpected courtesy of turning away. Terrified that they’ll change their mind, she quickly drops down onto the bucket and pees, her face flaming with embarrassment even though they are not watching.
She barely has time to stand back up when Lukus retrieves her. He picks her up again and Brianna has no idea where she is until Lukus drops her from his shoulder onto the edge of the gynecological exam table. He wastes no time in securing her arms at the head of the table, which is reclined at a forty-five degree angle. In this semi-seated position Brianna will be able to see what is being done to her, even if she can’t stop it.
James has joined Lukus at the table and Bri feels both of her legs being roughly pulled up, high and wide. Lukus is on one side and James the other as they lock her legs into the large, locking stirrups. These are unlike any stirrups found in any normal OB-GYN office. These stirrups are clearly meant to completely immobilize a “patient” in the most vulnerable of positions.
As the men adjust her legs to move her knees even closer towards her head, she finds her ass and pussy completely open and at their mercy, ready for their viewing, touching, punishing or - God forbid - even fucking. Things are clearly going from bad to worse and Bri fights back her panic.
Once she’s locked in place, Lukus steps back to lean against the nearby wall. He’s at the perfect angle to watch Brianna’s face. He casually crosses his left leg over his right at the ankle, lending the impression of a casual bystander. Brianna watches him closely as his eyes devour her naked body. She doesn’t miss his quickened breathing or the outline of his over-sized cock seen straining against his jeans. He shifts uncomfortably, and a small thrill runs through her.
‘Serves his ass right for how he’s treating me.’
Lukus is clearly handing control over the scene off to James and it only takes a minute for Brianna to realize he’s playing the part of doctor in their sick game.
“Did you at least make your lover wear a condom when he fucked you?” James’ tone is all business. Dr. Chambers is in session.
“He wasn’t my lover; I told you that. And of course I asked him to wear a condom, but…” her voice trails off.
“But what?”
“I get a birth control shot. I know he didn’t get me pregnant.”
“That’s not what I asked you. Did he or did he not wear a condom? Did you let him shoot his cum into your body?” His voice is so hard.
“Yes.” She’s flustered.
“Which is it? Yes, he wore a condom or yes, he shot his cum into your body?” James is not letting up.
Brianna’s voice is reduced to a whisper. “He didn’t wear a condom. I told him to. I begged him to. He never listens to me.”
“Sounds like a really nice guy. I can see why you’d throw your marriage away for him.” James’ voice drips with sarcasm.
His tone brings out her anger all over again. “What do you guys want from me? I know I was an idiot. Jake is a complete jerk and none of you are angrier with me than I am at myself. If I could turn back time and never go with him I would, but I can’t.”
James ignores her. He continues on as if she didn’t speak. “Lukus tells me that Markus fucked you one last time before saying goodbye to you for good. I’m worried he might have been exposed to STD’s. I’m going to get a blood sample from you and have it tested. Then I’m going to give you a full exam to see if there are any signs of sexually transmitted diseases.”
Brianna is humiliated. She feels like a whore, about to be poked and prodded because she may be diseased. She’s sure that’s exactly James’ intent, and she’s tempted to tell him “mission accomplished” but holds her tongue.
James takes a small blood sample from her restrained arm. When Bri looks away from the needle, she sees Lukas watching her reaction carefully. His expression is unreadable.
As unpleasant as the blood draw was, things g
et worse when James settles on the stool at the end of the exam table. He wheels himself close to her body and reaches out with a gloved hand to begin his very personal examination of her body. At first, his touch is that of any reputable doctor, but within a few seconds his examination changes to that of a dominant Master. She feels his fingers roughly exploring her pussy, inside and out, as if he’s gauging her response.
The unmistakable sound of Bri’s rapid breathing mixes with the wet slurping sound of his probing fingers sliding up and down through her juicy folds. Her ass jerks up off the end of the table when his fingers graze her clit. An unmistakable groan of pleasure escapes as he plunges what feels like two fingers deep into her cunt, expertly curling them to find her G-spot.
Desperation overwhelms Bri when she realizes she’s nearly coming at the hands of someone other than her husband. She’d made a promise to herself while caged that she would never again let anyone other than her husband touch her sexually. Yet here she is just a few hours later, being forced to break her own promise.
Bri is shocked by her friend’s boldness. Pushing her obvious pleasure aside, she issues the same warning to the doctor that she did to Lukus. “James, stop it right now. I’m still Markus’ wife and I’m positive he doesn’t want you doing this to me.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, Brianna. I think Markus wants to know as much as possible about why you fucked around on him, why you’d risk everything for some jerk who treats you like shit. My examination will continue.” He reaches down into a black bag at his feet and pulls out an abnormally large speculum. She can feel him rubbing the cold metal up and down the wet folds of her pussy before shoving it deep into her cunt, drawing another groan from his captive patient. He roughly spreads the device open, stretching Brianna’s tender pussy, rendering her most private part public domain. He’s locked the device wide, causing painful cramps to wash through her lower body. He takes his time reaching for a very long Q-tip to swab a sample from the walls of her cunt. Even after he secures her sample, he’s in no hurry to relieve her discomfort. When she begins to struggle, James smartly slaps the tender inside of her thigh.