by Crow Gray
Indigo gave Damian a look of pure lust. “Punish me, Damian.”
Damian nodded, walking over and lifting her up, then putting her on the bed face down. Her nice tanned ass faced up as he got the rope, securing her arms and legs firmly in place. He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Normally I would give you a safe word, but given the circumstances, you don't get one. And if you shift to escape, you'll have to be turned over to Grundar for punishment. You have to take whatever I give.”
Indigo felt a shiver along her spine at his words. She was totally at his mercy, and the idea excited her beyond belief.
Damian looked over his choices, wondering what he should start with. He decided on nothing, and instead slapped her ass with his bare hand, hard. Indigo jumped, but found herself with little room to move. The smack had left a hand print on her ass, and her body was one giant nerve ending.
“I like to feel the smack of the flesh on my palm,” Damian said, now rubbing the sting in. “I like to feel the pain myself, feeling a sting just as you do, but knowing my sting is my choice, and yours isn't your own.” Damian slapped her ass again, and she yelped.
“I thought about using a ball gag, but I want to hear you scream,” Damian said. He felt the intense sexual arousal just pouring off of Indigo. It was amazing just how much energy she was putting out. She had been craving this a long time.
Damian slapped her ass again a few times, not stopping until her ass was covered in his red hand prints. Indigo bit her bottom lip and absorbed the spanking, grinding her pussy into the soft bed.
“Mmm…that's it you little slut. You love it, don't you,” Damian said. He felt the darkness rising. He'd have to be careful. The closer he came to the darker side of sexuality, the closer he came to losing control. He'd heard tales of shamans going too far in situations like this.
He grabbed a cat-of-nine-tails, slowly dragging it over her red ass, then down her legs to the bottom of her feet. Indigo whimpered as he moved it back up her body, over the small of her back and shoulders. He watched goosebumps rising on her and knew she'd feel everything intensely.
He slowly began to whip the backs of her legs, really just lifting the whip and letting it drop onto her. He moved up, smacking a little harder each time. Indigo's muscles tensed as she knew it would get worse soon. He teased her, not increasing the force, just dragging the whip over her and barely slapping her with it.
“Fuck,” she whimpered, almost brought to tears by the suspense.
Just when she found it unbearable, Damian began to whip her, hard. She was smacked all over: her ass, legs, thighs, feet, back, shoulders. The whip was made of a fairly soft material, so it wasn't biting too deeply into her flesh, but he was hitting her so hard there was still pain. She began to hump against the bed using what little leverage she had, and she knew she would come soon.
Damian's cock was rock hard as he beat her with wild abandon. He rarely let this side of himself out, but tonight he was unhooking the leash. “You needed this didn't you, you little slut. You needed discipline. You never experienced what you truly craved. This is what you longed for, isn't it?”
Indigo screamed “YES!”
Damian stopped the whipping, letting both of them catch their breath. The air was thick with sexual energy, and Damian drank it in like a drug. It was possibly to become drunk with power, and Damian was on his way there.
He looked at the whip like it was something alive, dropping it back onto the table. He saw the redness all over Indigo's body, and would have felt regret if not for the incredible sexual energy she was radiating. She was truly loving every minute of it.
Damian ran his hand over her body slowly, relishing her curves. He didn't know if he'd ever seen an ass as nice as hers, looking even better covered with his hand prints.
He untied her slowly, and in her sexual frenzy Indigo grabbed for him. He caught her hand, 哲o, not yet.�She growled at him as he tied her again, this time spread-eagle face up.
Damian pinched her nipples to hardness, watching her squirm as she looked up at him helplessly. He ran a hand down between her legs finding her soaking wet; so wet it covered her thighs. She tried her best to buck against his hand, but she was secured. She moaned in frustration.
He reached for the table and came back with nipple clips. Indigo watched as he moved to her nipple with painful slowness before attaching the clips. She hissed through her teeth as he tugged the chain between the two clips, pulling her nipples until they were taut. He pulled harder, watching Indigo's face for signs of pain. She gritted her teeth, her face rigid as she began to sweat. The clips were painful but she refused to cry out. He looked into her eyes and continued to tug, her nipples pulling really tight due to the weight of her breasts. Tears began to form in her eyes and she finally gave a short scream. Damian released the chain and smirked, having won the battle.
He turned to the items, and Indigo watched his stiff cock bounce as his walked. She eyed his tight buttocks as he pulled something else from his selection: a riding crop. She felt both lust and fear, wondering what this would be like. He took the crop and ran the leather end up and down her entire body: chest, shoulders, breasts, thighs. Then he slapped the inside of her thighs hard, back and forth between them. She tried to pull her legs together but the rope was holding.
He moved back up and smacked the bottom of her breasts, the sound reverberating throughout the room. He was working in silence, which somehow made it more painful. If he would at least talk, Indigo could concentrate on his words and not so much on the pain. But for now he wasn't speaking, and she had to endure in silence.
He moved the crop down between her legs and began to rub the cool leather over her pussy-lips. She jerked and writhed, but to no avail. Damian had an evil grin, enjoying her helplessness. He smacked her pussy directly in the center with no warning. The painful pleasure caused the entire room to spin, and then he smacked her clit, making it more intense. Indigo would have screamed, but she'd had all the breath sucked from her lungs. She'd never felt anything so extreme, and she wondered if she'd faint.
Damian saw her eyes roll back and her body shake, and he hesitated, wondering if something was wrong. As she slowly caught her breath, however, he realized she was just being overwhelmed. He seized the opportunity and slid fingers inside of her, starting to fingerfuck her deep. She was so slick he had no trouble getting the fingers inside, so he began to work them slow and steady.
Indigo had yet to recover from having her clit slapped, so his intrusion just added another layer. She came, but it was a much different orgasm than she usually experienced. It was almost like she was watching herself from overhead, Damian sliding most of his hand into her pussy as he worked her hole methodically. The orgasm was strong but also distant, like she was remembering it rather than experiencing it. Later she would wonder if this was her body's way of coping with such an intense climax, separating herself from it in an out-of-body experience.
Damian felt her clamp down on his hand and continued working her hole until her body stopped shaking. He slid his hand out and licked it, enjoying the taste of her. He ran his fingers over her lips, letting her taste herself.
“As of right now, I own you. You have no will of your own, you'll do as you're told. When I say jump, you don't say how high. You just shut the fuck up and jump,” Damian said, establishing rules they both knew were already in place.
Damian untied her legs. “Lift your legs up as high as you can and hold them there,” he ordered. Indigo did her best to comply, but her muscles felt like al dente pasta and she was unable to lift them very high. Damian grabbed them and pushed them back, allowing her to bend her knees and rest her legs on her stomach.
“Hold them right there,” Damian said, reaching over for a bottle of lube. He poured some lube over her now exposed asshole and slid a finger inside, then two. Indigo grunted as his fingers worked her tightest hole, and he was surprised at just how tight it was.
“Surely you've been fucked in the ass bef
ore?” he asked. She slowly shook her head. “Even better,” Damian said, pulling a small, thin buttplug from the table. He poured lube over it and then slowly slid it into her ass until it popped in firmly. She grunted as her ass was filled, the sensation new to her but not entirely unpleasant. He pressed his palm against it and held it in, testing to see if she would pop it back out. When he was satisfied she wouldn't he nodded and climbed between her legs.
He put her ankles over his shoulders and unceremoniously slid his throbbing cock into her wet pussy, starting to pump. “Whose pussy is this you little slut? Tell me,” Damian said, adding verbal humiliation to her punishment. The darkness was riding high now, and he was intoxicated.
“It's your pussy, all yours,” Indigo panted.
“Don't forget it. It belongs to me. If it gets fucked, it's because I want it to get fucked. If it gets wet, it's because I want it to get wet. If you touch it, it's because I tell you to touch it,” Damian growled.
“Yes, Sir, whatever you say,” Indigo whimpered.
Damian fucked her harder, sliding out until just the head of his cock remained and then slamming in until his balls met the buttplug. Indigo had never felt so full before, having both of her holes stuffed at the same time. She found herself loving the sensation.
Damian reached up and tugged the chain of her nipple clamps as he fucked her, adding another layer of sensation to her already taxed nervous system. She was totally lost in a mixture of pleasure and pain by this point, and had another orgasm as Damian used her.
Damian pulled out and untied her hands, flipping her over onto all fours with her ass high the air. He mounted her and began to ride, fucking her hard from behind. She moaned into the bed sheets, taking whatever he wanted to give her.
“You like being fucked like this, don't you?” he asked.
“I fucking love it,” she managed to stammer.
“Tell me you're a dirty little whore, I want to hear you say it!”
“I'm a dirty little whore! I'm a dirty fucking whore! FUCK ME!”
Damian pulled her hair hard, causing her head to back so far she was practically looking at the ceiling. With his free hand he smacked her ass, spanking her. He made sure his hand caught the butt plug from time to time as he spanked her, watching her body jerk each time.
He reached over and grabbed the riding crop, beating her entire body with it as he kept pumping. He was getting a jolt of power each time the crop struck her, and it was making him high.
The two were caught up in the moment, and Indigo was unsure how many times she came as Damian whipped and fucked her. Damian finally had a moment of clarity and pulled out of her pussy, flipping her onto back again. He straddled her face and stroked his cock right over her mouth.
“Open your mouth and stick out your fucking tongue. DO IT!” he ordered, but Indigo had opened her mouth wide before he even spoke. Damian let out a primal scream as he came, shooting his thick cum all over her face and into her mouth. She closed her eyes and let his cum cover her, feeling her tongue covered as he spurted copious amounts all over her face and lips. She swallowed, sticking her tongue out again. It was covered almost instantly, so she swallowed once more. After the third swallow, his balls had been emptied.
Indigo had her eyes closed tightly as cum masked her eyelids, cheeks, her entire face. She was unsure what to do, as Damian hadn't given her any further orders, so she just lay still and waited.
“You can wipe the cum from your eyes,” Damian said, his voice rough. Indigo did so, licking her fingers clean. She gathered the rest of the cum from her face and swallowed that as well.
Damian watched her, most of the darkness having fled now. He knew she would also be submissive to him for life, just like the other women who had swallowed his seed. He felt a little guilty over bonding so many women to his will over the years, but it was the power and not something he could control. That was one reason he had lived in seclusion.
“Jesus,” Damian whispered as the lust slowly bled from him and he assessed the damage done to Indigo. He had whipped or spanked almost every inch of her body. He put a hand on her shoulder and turned her over onto her side, seeing the welts and bruises covering her back and ass. This was just what he had planned, but to see it so graphically was disturbing.
Indigo rolled back over and looked up at him, total submission in her eyes. “My god, that was amazing,” she whispered, barely able to speak.
“You're not hurt?” Damian asked, concerned.
“No. I feel fucking great. I've never felt so alive,” Indigo said, basking in the glow of her many orgasms.
“I have a feeling some of those are going to sting in the morning,” Damian said, indicating the welts covering her body. “Let me remove the plug,” he said, reaching for it.
Indigo touched his hand lightly. “No. Please leave it in?” she asked, knowing it was really his choice and not hers. He nodded and left it in place.
He lay down beside her, and without another word the two drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER NINE
The next morning Damian walked her into town, leading her into the town square with her hands tied and Damian pulling the rope. She was covered completely in a hooded robe. The town had been gathered in the square, as Grundar had ordered a town meeting in order to bring everyone up to speed on what had recently occurred.
Horis had been an asshole, but he'd still had his supporters. There were those who were holding Indigo personally responsible for his death, and wouldn't rest until they saw she was punished with their own two eyes.
There was a platform in the center of town. Grundar, Hannah, Candy and Bo were standing on it, the rest of the town gathered around it. Damian led Indigo directly up onto the platform in front of the entire town.
“Things are mostly okay, but a few of Horis's dickhead friends are pissed. I hope you really did punish her, Damian, because if they say this as us trying to let her off easy there could be trouble,” Grundar whispered.
“Don't worry, I think they'll be satisfied,” Damian whispered back.
“So who the hell is this, and what gives him the right to punish someone who has offended our pack?” a tall man near the front of the stage yelled. Damian inspected him. The man stood a head taller than everyone else in the crowd, and the bear clan wasn't known for being short.
“That's Horis's best friend, Zunzi. He's the main rabble rouser,” Grundar whispered to Damian.
“I am a master punisher, and it is my business to punish those who do wrong!” Damian shouted.
“You're a tantric shaman, Damian Ivory,” Zunzi said. “And I think your powers are bullshit. I think you just use it all as an excuse to lure women into bed. You are no more a punisher than Princess Candy!” There were a few murmurs of agreement from the crowd, and the general mood seemed to indicate Damian had something to prove to them.
“My powers are bullshit, you say?”Damian said. He shifted to werewolf, then full wolf, then bear, then hawk, then rattlesnake, then back to human form all within the space of 30 seconds. The crowd gasped. No one had ever seen someone able to assume different animal forms, and the speed of his transformations was unheard of. He was still riding high from the power he'd absorbed the night before, so it was coming to him easily.
The crowd was shocked into silence. “It's a trick, it's got to be some kind of trick!” Zunzi shouted, embarrassed.
“A trick? What kind of trick would that be?” a random voice shouted from the crowd.
Zunzi craned his neck to find who'd spoken, but couldn't spot them.
“It's no trick,” Grundar said. “And I'm fully confident if Damian says Indigo has been punished, she has been.”
“We still need to see proof!” Zunzi demanded, and the crowd muttered agreement.
“I have proof,” Damian said, bringing Indigo right to the front of the stage. He pulled the robe from her, exposing her totally nude body. The crowd collectively gasped. She was covered in welts and redness. There were no true wou
nds or bleeding, but she did appear to have been whipped and beaten.
Zunzi's jaw dropped and he moved closer, a little surprised at what he was seeing. The people onstage where shocked as well, none more-so than Candy. She couldn't believe Damian had actually done this to her friend. She stepped closer, lightly touching the marks on her friends back. Indigo turned to her, seeing the disbelief in her eyes. Indigo gave her a smirk, her eyes playful. Candy was unsure exactly what was going on, but the look on Indigo's face reassured her.
Grundar stepped forward. “So does everyone see the marks upon her?” Indigo turned to give the crowd a better look.
“How do we know that's real? It could be make-up!” a voice barked.
“It's real,” Zunzi said, his voice awed.
“Are you satisfied that she has been adequately reprimanded?” Grundar said, addressing the crowd in general but speaking more to Zunzi.
“Yes, I'm satisfied,” Zunzi said, turning and walking away through the crowd.
“What about the rest of you? Anyone else need more proof?” Grundar shouted. Horis had been an orphan with no siblings, so there were no blood relatives to satisfy, making things easier. When no one spoke, Grundar nodded to Damian who picked the robe up and placed it upon Indigo's shoulders, leading her offstage.
Once the crowd had dispersed, Damian joined the others at Grundar's home. Indigo's wounds had been salved, although with her fast metabolism she would heal soon enough anyway. Indigo had obviously filled Candy in on what had really happened, as the two kept exchanging hush whispers directed at Damian.
“So how did everyone take the wedding announcement?” Damian asked. The announcement had been after he had escorted Indigo away.
“Surprisingly well. I think they are sick of this 'cold war' bullshit too,” Grundar said. “I haven't heard from the wolves yet, and the wedding is tomorrow. We'll see I suppose.”