Silver's only response was a whimper, then Trav caught Trevor's eye and nodded.
Carefully, Trevor dipped his gloved fingertip once more in the fluid and drew a big capital 'T' with it, across the slopes of her breasts and then down between them to her navel. Making sure Travis was close at hand, he touched the wand to it and watched as the fluid caught, their shared initial branded in flame on the girl's body. As a burst of spontaneous applause erupted in the room, Trav wiped her down, making sure the flame was completely extinguished, relishing the goose bumps each swipe of the towel raised on her alabaster skin.
* * * * *
Silver had never experienced anything quite like what they were doing to her, and she was floating on a cloud of delirious surrender.
She had been terrified when Trevor had first told her he was going to 'set her on fire', as the smallest burn she got when cooking had her curled up in a little ball of misery. But she trusted him and Travis, and now she thought that it may have been the best decision she had ever made.
The fire flogging had been delicious enough, the sound they made as the flaming falls whispered past her skin, followed by a gentle touch of heat and then again the cooling breeze. The ointment Travis had slicked on to her clit had burned far more intensely than the flames.
What had come after that had been even more incredible... the slight, cool sting—almost like sharp toothpaste—of Trev's fingertip as it traced across her skin, and then the searing heat of the flame licking its way down the same path. While it had felt much hotter than the flogging, at no point was it uncomfortable, and the sensation of that cool cloth soothing the path the flames had taken immediately afterwards was just... exhilarating.
Her whole body tingled with the sense of danger and surrender, and once more the heat on her clit had faded to a warm glow. Her nipples felt huge and ultra-sensitive, and she could feel her pulse beating against the chain around her neck. Silver was so blissed out that it was a moment before she realised Travis was speaking in her ear.
"Such a good girl," he was crooning, "you ready for your reward now?"
Even as she whispered, "Yes, Master," she felt someone tug the cap from her head, allowing her plait to swing down her back. It tickled and she shivered.
"Do you surrender?" Trevor growled in her other ear, and his tone turned her insides to liquid.
"Always."
"Then relax and let this happen. And that's an order, Silver girl. Close your eyes."
She did as she was told, relishing the feel of a hard, bare chest pressing up against her back and thick arms wrapping around her. As his teeth once again found her neck, she knew it was Travis.
Then a hand began to creep up her leg, and she realised that Trevor was in front of her.
"You're gonna cum when I tell you to, Silver girl," she heard Trav say, his warm breath brushing her ear.
"No," she whimpered, suddenly remembering where she was. "I mean, no, please, Master, I can't cum here, not in front of—"
"Oh yes you can. And you will."
She felt Trevor's fingers brush against her clit, and moaned, her body responding instantly despite her embarrassment.
"You see?" Travis went on in a low voice. "You can't help yourself. We can do whatever we like to you and you fucking love it."
Two thick fingers slid up inside her and began to stroke her urgently, while another moved expertly across her swollen, aching little bud. Silver arched her back against Trav's chest and bit her lip, desperate to resist.
"Look at you, tied up and helpless, completely naked save for your heels, your pretty nipples hard and your cunt dripping in front of a room full of strangers..."
His words were reverberating through her very soul, and Silver could feel her orgasm beginning to build even as the flush of humiliation crept across her face.
"You're close already, aren't you?" He gripped her nipples and twisted them hard, making her gasp. "No point in fighting it, little Silver girl. You don't have a choice. We're not going to stop until you've squirted all over this floor—and there's absolutely nothing you can do about it."
Trevor's fingers were relentless, dragging hard over her g-spot and gently over her clit, and Travis was setting her nipples alight at the same time.
"Be a good girl, baby, and come for Daddy," Travis growled, "and when you do, I want you to open your eyes so everyone can see how much you're loving this."
"Please..." Her thighs were trembling with the strain of holding back.
"Please what, little one?"
"Please m-may I cum, Master?"
"Yes, do it now, cum hard for us..."
As Trav's hand slid down to press hard against her abdomen, Silver exploded with two simultaneous orgasms, her clit and pussy pulsing against Trevor's fingers as she shuddered, writhed and gasped. She was vaguely aware of a gushing sensation, but it wasn't until she looked down that she realised that Trevor was indeed milking her—making her squirt her juice all over the floor.
The loss of control and added humiliation only served to make her come a second time, and she was unable to stop herself from screaming out her pleasure, until Travis clapped a hand across her mouth, holding her tight as she trembled and his brother coaxed every last drop from her quivering body.
Trevor didn't stop until she had slumped against Trav's chest, her eyelids drooping with exhaustion.
She barely noticed her cuffs being unhooked from the O-rings on all four corners of the frame, and then someone wrapped a huge, fluffy blanket around her.
As Travis held her steady against his chest, Trevor stepped forward and addressed the people in the room—Silver had forgotten they were even there.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we thank you for joining us this evening. We hope you enjoyed your supper—and the show. If you'll excuse us, this lovely young lady is in need of a spot of aftercare. Please give her a warm hand, this was her first time playing with fire." He gave a little bow as everyone broke into thunderous applause, the clapping echoing off the stone walls.
Then he went to Silver and scooped her up, blanket and all.
"Look at them," he murmured, holding her tightly. "This is for you. They loved watching you."
She opened her eyes, gazing in wonder at the frantically moving hands.
"And this is why you will never think badly of yourself ever again." Dropping a kiss on her forehead, he nodded to Trav, who had hurriedly gathered their things together, and with a final proud wave, the brothers took their girl back to their room.
* * * * *
They pounced the moment they were in the privacy of their own apartment, their hands roaming, teeth and lips alternately nibbling and kissing, laying Silver down on the thick carpet and competing with one another to see who could make her moan and gasp the loudest with what they were doing to her naked body.
The tender part of Trevor wanted to run her a bath, wrap her in his arms and help her come back down to earth slowly, but his raw, primal desire for her had won the battle, and a glance at Travis's eyes told him his brother felt the same way.
Still high on adrenaline and consumed by lust, they took her swiftly, growing more and more passionate as she responded in kind; her nails clawing at their skin, her body shuddering between them.
Not until they were all spent did Trevor draw a deep, shaky breath, and pad into the bathroom to start the water running, while Travis wrapped a blanket around Silver and brought her some water.
The entire experience had surpassed even his own high expectations. The atmosphere in the Master's Table chamber had been electric; the audience mesmerized by their performance. The applause was still ringing in his ears.
And yet, he'd barely noticed his surroundings—his attention had been focused entirely on the girl in front of him for the duration of the show. For all his love of playing to an audience, with Silver, it hadn't mattered. They might as well have been playing in private for all he'd cared. And when they were done, and the audience had roared their approval, all Trevo
r had hoped for was that Silver would notice; that she would realize what an effect she had on people.
Travis carried her in, then, and Trevor helped remove her heels. She was still floating, he knew, but she was happy—the smile on her face was enchanting.
She gave a little sigh of contentment once she slid into the warm water.
"How do you feel, baby?"
"Amazing, Master." She giggled.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were high," Travis said, with a grin.
"I am! That was just... just... spectacular. You guys sure know how to show a girl a good time."
"Only works if the girl trusts us," Trev said, lightly. "I am so proud of you, Silver girl. You did great."
"You think people liked it?" Without waiting for a reply, she groaned and leaned back, letting her head rest on Trav's outstretched arm. "Oh God, I was naked. There were so many people, and I... you-you made me... oh, fuck..."
Travis dropped a kiss on her shoulder. "Everyone fucking adored you, little one," he said, firmly. "I bet there wasn't a dry gusset or a limp cock in the place."
Silver giggled. "I don't care about anyone else's cocks. Just yours."
Lifting her head, she met Trevor's gaze, the look in her pale aquamarine eyes sending a bolt of longing straight to his gut. Beneath the water, he clenched his fist.
"Just yours," she repeated. "Master."
Chapter Twelve
"It's lunch time on Friday," Trevor said, glancing up at the sudden onslaught of Castle guests lining up at the Buffet. "I think we can safely say that your official time as our purchased property has come to an end."
Silver remained silent, pushing a piece of tomato around on her plate as a wave of sadness threatened to overwhelm her.
"Luckily for us, she's agreed to stay for a little longer," Travis said, giving the chain around her neck a light tug.
"I agree. And that kind of devotion deserves a reward. Silver girl?" Trevor's voice was gentle, coaxing.
She looked up. "Yes, Master?"
"You had a pretty impressive list of fantasies on your intake form, but we've been doing what Trav and I wanted to do since you arrived. Now it's your turn. Tell us what you'd like to experience—anything at all—and we'll make it happen."
"I-I've loved every single thing that we've done together," she told him. "Wouldn't change any of it for the world."
"And that's awesome," Travis said, "but now we'd like to do something for you. You don't have to give us an answer right away. Have a think about it, maybe you'll come up with something you think you need, or have always wanted to experience."
Silver took a deep breath. "Well, there is one thing, but I'm not sure—"
"Spill it, baby."
"I'm not sure either of you can give it to me," she finished, dropping her gaze back to her plate.
"And why is that?" Trevor asked.
Her face suddenly prickled with heat. "I-I don't think I should—"
"You're going to tell us either way, Silver girl," Travis interrupted her, firmly. "Either of your own volition, or we'll find a way to make you..."
"Well, I've always wanted to experience a proper, real, intense, serious discipline session," she said eventually. "The kind you'd get from a headmaster, or, or something. No frills, no petting, not even any sexual chemistry. A really formal punishment scenario; not allowed to get out of position, no safeword, just bend over and take what you deserve kind of thing." Her face flaming, she picked up her coffee. "But... while I have no doubt whatsoever that you could both deliver it, it wouldn't feel right, because..."
"Because we have chemistry, right?" Trevor finished for her.
She shrugged. "Yeah. Because of-of our rel—friendship."
There was a long pause, while she mentally scolded herself for even mentioning it. Surely she would have hurt their feelings by asking for the one thing they couldn't give her. Silver didn't dare meet their eyes.
"I'm sure we could arrange something," Travis said, evenly. "Isn't that right, Trev?"
"Of course. This is the Castle. If you've fantasized about it, you can have it. But beware, little one, once you've asked for something like that, you'll be getting it. No backing out."
"I understand. I hope I haven't offended you. This has just been something I've wanted to experience ever since I can remember—I'm talking years and years ago."
"And you've flown all this way, so I don't see why you shouldn't have what you desire," Travis said, reaching out and taking her hand.
She looked up then, searching first his face, then Trevor's. "Y-you're not cross?"
"You mean mad? Of course not! As delicious as that fantasy is, you're absolutely right, if we tried to do it to you, we wouldn't be able to evoke the same kind of austere atmosphere as someone you barely even know. Not to mention, you know we can't keep our hands off you. Especially when you're bent over." Travis chuckled.
"So, Silver girl, say the word. Yes or no?"
She thought she saw a flicker in Trevor's eyes as he asked the question, but couldn't quite place the emotion. Taking a deep breath, she bit her lip. "Yes please, Master."
"Then consider it done. But not today."
"What are we going to do today?" she asked.
Travis leaned across the table and fingered her black bracelet. "You're in the dungeon program, sweetheart. Wouldn't be right to let you leave without having visited it at least once."
Silver gave an involuntary shudder at the memory of that dark, foreboding place—so like a real medieval dungeon in atmosphere. "W-we don't have to," she stuttered. "I wouldn't mind if we didn't, I mean, I—"
"No arguments, Silver girl. You're still wearing that chain. Therefore," Trevor reached out and slid a warm hand up her bare thigh…
She whimpered.
"We still own you," Travis finished for him, with a predatory smile. "And there are still one or two things on our to-do list which I happen to know you will like very much."
"Or hate," Trevor went on. "Doesn't really matter, does it?"
"N-no, Master." His fingers were caressing her clit through the leather, sending sparks of lust skittering up her spine. "You know you can do anything you want to me. Anything at all."
"That's our good girl."
* * * * *
"Remember your safeword?" Trevor's eyes were glowing in the light of the sconces along the walls of their private dungeon chamber.
"Butterfly," Silver whispered, trying in vain to take in every minute detail of the place in which she now found herself with two devastatingly handsome, sexual sadists.
"Good girl. And if you want to warn us that we're getting close to the most you can handle?"
"Amber… or yellow."
It truly was a deviant's dream... there was a set of stocks in the corner, perfect for keeping a girl bent over. A metal, padded spanking bench with restraints for pretty much every part of one's body was up against one of the dark stone walls, another corner held an enormous sex sling, complete with ankle cuffs to make sure the victim was unable to close her legs. Her gaze fell on the walk-in cupboard, which held a terrifying array of implements, from straps, canes and paddles to clamps, chains, anal hooks and clips, as well as sex toys, plugs and dildos of every shape and size imaginable. Dear God, is that a wooden pony? A large metal bucket held an impressive collection of switches and birch twigs, soaking in brine. Silver stared and stared, her heart thumping both in her chest and in her groin.
"I-I've never seen anything like this before," she whispered, shivering as Travis undid the buckles on her harness and slid the straps down her body until she was naked save for the chain around her neck.
"Pretty spectacular, huh?" Travis agreed, tugging off his shirt to reveal a torso which never failed to make Silver's mouth go dry. Buddy, the evil Jester on his chest, grinned at her lasciviously.
"Kneel and close your eyes."
She did as she was told without hesitation, her nipples hardening to stiff points as the cool stone floo
r chilled her bare shins and feet.
Someone stroked her hair, her face, her shoulders. "Such a beautiful little slave girl," said a voice like treacle.
"And to think, she's all ours," said another. "Think we can break her?"
"Don't know. But we can try."
Silver whimpered, unable to prevent the moisture from gathering between her spread thighs at their words.
"Look at us, girl. Look at your Masters, the men who own you." The voice was harsher now, a sign that it had begun.
Wearing nothing but their trademark black boots, leather pants and sadistic smiles, Travis and Trevor stood before her. They looked so impossibly devastating that all she wanted to do was jump up and run into their arms, begging them to, to...
"The nice thing about the dungeon," Travis said, reaching behind him and removing something from his waistband, "is that no-one can hear you scream."
She was unable to tear her eyes away from what he was holding, what he had obviously been keeping in his belt. A shiny, ornate, glittering knife.
"Get up," Trevor said roughly. Once she had done so, he wrapped her hair around his fist and drew her close to him, bending her backwards and kissing her fiercely, on and on until her knees felt like water.
"So fucking beautiful," he whispered, his eyes boring into hers.
Silver didn't know how to respond. She wanted to tell him how devoted she was, how much she wanted to please them both, but instead she gazed at him, helplessly. She could feel the pulse beating in her throat.
"Ready for her now," Travis said, from the corner.
"We're gonna start with a little exercise in self-control," Trevor went on, still gripping her hair in the most deliciously painful way. "I like to set a girl on fire. Master Travis, on the other hand... well... you're about to find out. Go to him, Silver girl."
He released her hair then, and gave her a gentle push towards where Travis was standing beside the spanking bench. It had been realigned to resemble a table.
"Lie on your back, Silver girl," Travis said. "We're not going to restrain you. Yet."
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