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TheLimey
Governor
Chapter 19
'Beautiful, n'est ce pas?' Monique called over.
John didn't reply at first. He just circled the bound form of Adanna, marvelling at the work Amber had done. He'd never seen anything like it.
'It's amazing, Monique.' He glanced at Amber, who was smiling.
'Both Amber and Corinne are experts in this type of rope work,' Monique replied.
John could see that expertise in front of him. The two slaves were already stood by the frames when John and Monique had arrived that morning, both of them still showing the effects of the hose down they had received to roughly remove the dirt from yesterday.
He had them watched, with increasing fascination, as both Corinne and Amber went to work. Methodically, the two girls had started to wrap and tie the slaves with length after length of hemp rope. The arms were first, wrists held behind their backs, pulled up somewhat so the crossed just below the shoulder blades, the arms then held in place against their torso by wraps of rope that passed above and below their breasts.
Additional ropes led from the back of that harness up and over the frame, keeping the slaves in place whilst additional ropes were tied around their legs, at mid thigh, below the knees and at the ankles, each cinched between the legs and tied off to the other leg wraps, so none of the ropes could move. All the way through this, the two slaves were moaning softly, as the ropes constricted and pulled, little beads of sweat forming on foreheads and in between the shoulder blades.
Finally, one additional rope had been put in place, and this one was the first that John could see would have done real bite. The rope went from the small of each slave's backs, before being placed above the hip bones, before running down to the top leg tie. He watched as Amber worked on the rope at this point, increasing the tension until Adanna was bent over at the waist by around forty five degrees, the ropes digging in above the hips.
He circled Adanna now, whilst Amber adjusted the rope to the top of the frame, pulling on it, lifting the slave up a little, until she was teetering on her toes.
He glanced over at Luci, tied exactly the same way, sweat starting to glisten on her skin. Monique was circling her, running her hands across Luci backside and in between her legs. John reached out his own hands, stroking a rock hard nipple with one whilst the other copied Monique.
Adanna was trembling, rocking slightly on her toes. Her eyes were half closed, and low moans were escaping her lips. 'Mmmm....Master.... please...'
John reached through her legs with his hand, rubbing his fingers along her slick cunt lips.
'Is that what you want, slave?'
'Oh.....Sweet Jesus......yes...'
Her eyes were totally closed now, and her skin was shining with sweat. John pressed with his fingers and he penetrated her with ease, first one, then two fingers sliding inside her. He withdrew a moment, slicked her own juices on his thumb, then pushed simultaneously on her cunt with his fingers and her tight arsehole with his thumb.
'Pl....please Master... Please...'
He started to work his fingers and thumb in and out, slowly at first, building up speed, whilst Adanna continued to moan. He didn't even glance over as he heard Luci cry out as she came from Monique's ministrations.
'Pl....please Master....may I come....'
'You may...'
Adanna came, hard. He felt her cunt and her arse spasm around his fingers and thumb, felt the gush of fluid that accompanied the almost animal cry that escaped her lips. He kept one hand playing with her cunt, whilst the other wrenched at his belt and jodhpurs, releasing his erect cock.
He positioned himself behind Adanna, grabbing hold of the ropes making the harness around her upper body, pulling her back, his cock sliding easily into her cunt, even with her legs still held together.
She came again, the feeling of her cunt clamping down around his cock simply amazing. With each pull on the harness, he buried himself deep inside her, her weight held only the rope to the frame, and by John himself.
He heard Luci beg Monique for permission to come, and that sent him over the edge. He came himself, long and hard, Adanna twitching and spasming around him as she continued to orgasm herself, incoherent cries coming from her mouth.
He let go of the rope harness, and withdrew, the sweat slick slave in front of him moaning as her full weight now rested on the harness. He wiped his face with his hand, feeling the sweat on his own skin, feeling how his shirt clung to him.
Monique laughed. 'I hope you enjoyed my slave as much as I enjoyed yours, mon ami!'
'Beautiful, n'est ce pas?' Monique called over.
John didn't reply at first. He just circled the bound form of Adanna, marvelling at the work Amber had done. He'd never seen anything like it.
'It's amazing, Monique.' He glanced at Amber, who was smiling.
'Both Amber and Corinne are experts in this type of rope work,' Monique replied.
John could see that expertise in front of him. The two slaves were already stood by the frames when John and Monique had arrived that morning, both of them still showing the effects of the hose down they had received to roughly remove the dirt from yesterday.
He had them watched, with increasing fascination, as both Corinne and Amber went to work. Methodically, the two girls had started to wrap and tie the slaves with length after length of hemp rope. The arms were first, wrists held behind their backs, pulled up somewhat so the crossed just below the shoulder blades, the arms then held in place against their torso by wraps of rope that passed above and below their breasts.
Additional ropes led from the back of that harness up and over the frame, keeping the slaves in place whilst additional ropes were tied around their legs, at mid thigh, below the knees and at the ankles, each cinched between the legs and tied off to the other leg wraps, so none of the ropes could move. All the way through this, the two slaves were moaning softly, as the ropes constricted and pulled, little beads of sweat forming on foreheads and in between the shoulder blades.
Finally, one additional rope had been put in place, and this one was the first that John could see would have done real bite. The rope went from the small of each slave's backs, before being placed above the hip bones, before running down to the top leg tie. He watched as Amber worked on the rope at this point, increasing the tension until Adanna was bent over at the waist by around forty five degrees, the ropes digging in above the hips.
He circled Adanna now, whilst Amber adjusted the rope to the top of the frame, pulling on it, lifting the slave up a little, until she was teetering on her toes.
He glanced over at Luci, tied exactly the same way, sweat starting to glisten on her skin. Monique was circling her, running her hands across Luci backside and in between her legs. John reached out his own hands, stroking a rock hard nipple with one whilst the other copied Monique.
Adanna was trembling, rocking slightly on her toes. Her eyes were half closed, and low moans were escaping her lips. 'Mmmm....Master.... please...'
John reached through her legs with his hand, rubbing his fingers along her slick cunt lips.
'Is that what you want, slave?'
'Oh.....Sweet Jesus......yes...'
Her eyes were totally closed now, and her skin was shining with sweat. John pressed with his fingers and he penetrated her with ease, first one, then two fingers sliding inside her. He withdrew a moment, slicked her own juices on his thumb, then pushed simultaneously on her cunt with his fingers and her tight arsehole with his thumb.
'Pl....please Master... Please...'
He started to work his fingers and thumb in and out, slowly at first, building up speed, whilst Adanna continued to moan. He didn't even glance over as he heard Luci cry out as she came from Monique's ministrations.
'Pl....please Master....may I come....'
'You may...'
Adanna came, hard. He felt her cunt and her arse spasm around his fingers and thumb, felt the gush of fluid that accompanied the almost animal cry that escaped her lips. He kept one hand playing with her cunt, whilst the other wrenched at his belt and jodhpurs, releasing his erect cock.
He positioned himself behind Adanna, grabbing hold of the ropes making the harness around her upper body, pulling her back, his cock sliding easily into her cunt, even with her legs still held together.
She came again, the feeling of her cunt clamping down around his cock simply amazing. With each pull on the harness, he buried himself deep inside her, her weight held only the rope to the frame, and by John himself.
He heard Luci beg Monique for permission to come, and that sent him over the edge. He came himself, long and hard, Adanna twitching and spasming around him as she continued to orgasm herself, incoherent cries coming from her mouth.
He let go of the rope harness, and withdrew, the sweat slick slave in front of him moaning as her full weight now rested on the harness. He wiped his face with his hand, feeling the sweat on his own skin, feeling how his shirt clung to him.
Monique laughed. 'I hope you enjoyed my slave as much as I enjoyed yours, mon ami!'
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TheLimey
Governor
Chapter 20
John took off his shirt, sat in a folding chair under a shade cloth off to one side, and reached for a bottle of water from the cooler that had been placed there.
In front of him, Adanna and Luci swung gently in their bondage, their legs not really supporting them. Monique walked over, not quite as sweaty as John, but close, her blouse open, and tied at the midriff.
'Merci,' she said, as John handed her a bottle of water. She waved her hand at Adanna, who was still moaning gently. 'I trust Adanna was a satisfactory fuck?'
John laughed. 'Oh more than satisfactory, Monique!'
'Good. I will say, Luci is a delight. She orgasms quite ferociously.'
He looked over at his slave, seeing Corinne at her head, holding water to Luci's lips so she could drink some, before sluicing a good portion of it over her head, Luci crying out as the cold hit water ran down her back.
Monique clapped her hands together. 'Ladies, continue!'
John watched as Corinne and Amber started to undo the hip rope, allowing the two slaves to stand upright once again, before their leg bindings were removed.
'Do they get released now?' John asked.
'No. Now things get more stringent. Wait and see.'
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John watched fascinated as Corinne and Amber continued to weave their ropes around the sweating slaves in front of him.
Additional ropes went from their chest harnesses to the top of the wooden frame, and John realized that the two slaves would be suspended at some point in the future.
The next ropes wrapped around their hips, following the crease where their legs joined their torso from front to back before joining again at the small of the back. From there, the ropes were passed straight through the legs, pulled tight between each slave's arse cheeks, and splitting their labia, pulled tight enough for each slave to moan audibly.
Corinne reached into a pocket, and pulled out what looked like a pair of chopsticks. At a quick command, Luci stuck out her tongue, the chopsticks quickly placed above and below it, Corinne rapidly wrapping the ends with bands, leaving Luci with her tongue stuck out, the chopsticks holding the tongue in place.
Amber had a different idea, Adanna soon gagged with a simply piece of cloth, wrapped tightly around her head, pulling the corners of her mouth back, but both were quickly gagged in ways that would let the drool flow.
Amber and Corinne paused for a moment, checking the ropes they had placed so far, tightening things up. John smiled as Corinne made extra certain that the crotch rope Luci wore was carefully placed, the ropes passing either side of his slave's clit.
'Here is where things get interesting,' said Monique, as a long rope was wrapped a few times around each slave's right leg above the knee, the tails slung over the top of the frame and wrapped around the ropes leading from the harness to the top of the frame. Slowly, the tails were pulled on, and John watched as Adanna's right leg was carefully pulled off the ground, pulled up until her knee was around the same level as her breasts, the foot held slightly in front of her and just below the level of her cunt, all while the slave moaned at the strain it was putting on her.
Corinne and Amber took a break, so John walked over to look at Luci, swaying slightly as only her left foot was touching the ground now. She was breathing deeply, her eyes closed and her head hanging down, a string of drool falling from the top of her clamped tongue, matching the string of her juices that dropped from the rope buried in her cunt. Where the ropes touched her skin, it was shaded a deeper colour by the sweat it was absorbing, sweat the was running down Luci in rivulets.
Corinne returned, a fresh length of of rope in her hand. John looking on as it was wrapped around her ankle, then up to the frame. Fresh sweat broke on Luci's brow and she moaned at the unexpected strain as her ankle was pulled up and back, until her entire leg was held up straight, only 20 degrees or so from the vertical, allowing Corinne to rework the rope from the knee to the harness.
Monique came up behind him, holding out a riding crop. 'Shall we play?'
John knew what she meant to do, and he grabbed the crop, walking over to where Adanna was tied in the same fashion as Luci. He gently tapped the end of the crop on the slave's inner thigh, whilst Amber wrapped rope above Adanna's left knee.
She nodded at John, and he snapped his wrist, landing a solid blow on her inner thigh, causing the slave to howl. At the same time Amber pulled on the ropes above her left knee, until she was hanging in the air, supported only by the harness, her legs wide spread.
He heard Luci cry out as Monique lashed out with the crop again and again, and John turned to that task himself, planting a series of strokes neatly spaced down Adanna's right inner thigh, from the knee to her crotch, her cries getting louder and louder as he inched closer to her cunt.
He repeated this on her left leg, each blow raising a weal quickly on the tender flesh. Adanna was almost sobbing now, tears mixing with the sweat and drool that dropped from her face, so John changed tack, using the top of the crop to press on the ropes that bisected Adanna's cunt.
Adanna was frantically shaking her head, so John let the crop go, but carried on stroking at her rope trapped clit with his fingers. 'No more crop, slave.'
'Th....thang...goo...', she said behind the gag. Her breathing was transitioning from shallow sobs to a deeper rhythm as her orgasm got closer.
John looked over just as Monique laid a blow directly on Luci's clit with the crop. Luci exploded, throwing her head back and howling, a stream of squirt spraying onto Monique herself. Adanna came as well, her own cries blending with Luci's until both fell silent, just hanging in their bondage.
John looked up at Adanna, her face wet with sweat and tears, chin almost pressed to her chest. Amber was starting to release her right leg from the bondage, so John walked over to Monique and Luci.
Luci was moaning gently, her overloaded body twitching, her thighs a mess of weals. Monique was removing her blouse, wet with her own sweat and Luci's squirt, an almost stunned look on her face.
Corinne approached, and John simply nodded at her as she started to undo the ropes that held her right leg, whilst he looked up at Luci, marvelling at his slave.
John took off his shirt, sat in a folding chair under a shade cloth off to one side, and reached for a bottle of water from the cooler that had been placed there.
In front of him, Adanna and Luci swung gently in their bondage, their legs not really supporting them. Monique walked over, not quite as sweaty as John, but close, her blouse open, and tied at the midriff.
'Merci,' she said, as John handed her a bottle of water. She waved her hand at Adanna, who was still moaning gently. 'I trust Adanna was a satisfactory fuck?'
John laughed. 'Oh more than satisfactory, Monique!'
'Good. I will say, Luci is a delight. She orgasms quite ferociously.'
He looked over at his slave, seeing Corinne at her head, holding water to Luci's lips so she could drink some, before sluicing a good portion of it over her head, Luci crying out as the cold hit water ran down her back.
Monique clapped her hands together. 'Ladies, continue!'
John watched as Corinne and Amber started to undo the hip rope, allowing the two slaves to stand upright once again, before their leg bindings were removed.
'Do they get released now?' John asked.
'No. Now things get more stringent. Wait and see.'
-*-
John watched fascinated as Corinne and Amber continued to weave their ropes around the sweating slaves in front of him.
Additional ropes went from their chest harnesses to the top of the wooden frame, and John realized that the two slaves would be suspended at some point in the future.
The next ropes wrapped around their hips, following the crease where their legs joined their torso from front to back before joining again at the small of the back. From there, the ropes were passed straight through the legs, pulled tight between each slave's arse cheeks, and splitting their labia, pulled tight enough for each slave to moan audibly.
Corinne reached into a pocket, and pulled out what looked like a pair of chopsticks. At a quick command, Luci stuck out her tongue, the chopsticks quickly placed above and below it, Corinne rapidly wrapping the ends with bands, leaving Luci with her tongue stuck out, the chopsticks holding the tongue in place.
Amber had a different idea, Adanna soon gagged with a simply piece of cloth, wrapped tightly around her head, pulling the corners of her mouth back, but both were quickly gagged in ways that would let the drool flow.
Amber and Corinne paused for a moment, checking the ropes they had placed so far, tightening things up. John smiled as Corinne made extra certain that the crotch rope Luci wore was carefully placed, the ropes passing either side of his slave's clit.
'Here is where things get interesting,' said Monique, as a long rope was wrapped a few times around each slave's right leg above the knee, the tails slung over the top of the frame and wrapped around the ropes leading from the harness to the top of the frame. Slowly, the tails were pulled on, and John watched as Adanna's right leg was carefully pulled off the ground, pulled up until her knee was around the same level as her breasts, the foot held slightly in front of her and just below the level of her cunt, all while the slave moaned at the strain it was putting on her.
Corinne and Amber took a break, so John walked over to look at Luci, swaying slightly as only her left foot was touching the ground now. She was breathing deeply, her eyes closed and her head hanging down, a string of drool falling from the top of her clamped tongue, matching the string of her juices that dropped from the rope buried in her cunt. Where the ropes touched her skin, it was shaded a deeper colour by the sweat it was absorbing, sweat the was running down Luci in rivulets.
Corinne returned, a fresh length of of rope in her hand. John looking on as it was wrapped around her ankle, then up to the frame. Fresh sweat broke on Luci's brow and she moaned at the unexpected strain as her ankle was pulled up and back, until her entire leg was held up straight, only 20 degrees or so from the vertical, allowing Corinne to rework the rope from the knee to the harness.
Monique came up behind him, holding out a riding crop. 'Shall we play?'
John knew what she meant to do, and he grabbed the crop, walking over to where Adanna was tied in the same fashion as Luci. He gently tapped the end of the crop on the slave's inner thigh, whilst Amber wrapped rope above Adanna's left knee.
She nodded at John, and he snapped his wrist, landing a solid blow on her inner thigh, causing the slave to howl. At the same time Amber pulled on the ropes above her left knee, until she was hanging in the air, supported only by the harness, her legs wide spread.
He heard Luci cry out as Monique lashed out with the crop again and again, and John turned to that task himself, planting a series of strokes neatly spaced down Adanna's right inner thigh, from the knee to her crotch, her cries getting louder and louder as he inched closer to her cunt.
He repeated this on her left leg, each blow raising a weal quickly on the tender flesh. Adanna was almost sobbing now, tears mixing with the sweat and drool that dropped from her face, so John changed tack, using the top of the crop to press on the ropes that bisected Adanna's cunt.
Adanna was frantically shaking her head, so John let the crop go, but carried on stroking at her rope trapped clit with his fingers. 'No more crop, slave.'
'Th....thang...goo...', she said behind the gag. Her breathing was transitioning from shallow sobs to a deeper rhythm as her orgasm got closer.
John looked over just as Monique laid a blow directly on Luci's clit with the crop. Luci exploded, throwing her head back and howling, a stream of squirt spraying onto Monique herself. Adanna came as well, her own cries blending with Luci's until both fell silent, just hanging in their bondage.
John looked up at Adanna, her face wet with sweat and tears, chin almost pressed to her chest. Amber was starting to release her right leg from the bondage, so John walked over to Monique and Luci.
Luci was moaning gently, her overloaded body twitching, her thighs a mess of weals. Monique was removing her blouse, wet with her own sweat and Luci's squirt, an almost stunned look on her face.
Corinne approached, and John simply nodded at her as she started to undo the ropes that held her right leg, whilst he looked up at Luci, marvelling at his slave.
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TheLimey
Governor
Chapter 21.
John looked into the cage, and whistled gently.
'Monique did quite a number on your things, didn't she?'
Luci nodded. 'That whole thing was quite a rush.' Her voice was slightly thick, the after effects of having had her tongue clamped between the chopsticks for a good chunk of time.
'Before Monique drove rational thought from my head with that crop, I did notice you having some fun yourself, Master...'
'Jealous, Luci?'
'Hell no... I said that I wanted to see you fuck her, and I meant it.' She paused a minute. 'You're not jealous of Monique for what she did to me, right?'
'No... Besides, you said she could probably teach me a thing or two. Well, I certainly learnt somethings today.' Not only from Monique he thought, he'd need to look up some of those rope techniques for certain.
'So, tell me more, tell me more!'
John shook his head. 'Bloody hell, Luci, this isn't "Summer Nights.... and I'm definitely not Travolta.'
'No, he dances better..'
John ignored that, and carried on. 'She reached a limit today. I don't think she handles pain as well as you do. Even with a gag in, she made it clear that she couldn't handle much more of the crop. If Monique tried what she did with you, I think it would break Adanna.'
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John found Monique sat by the pool when he returned from talking to Luci. She was obviously waiting for him, as there was a bottle of scotch on the table, and two glasses in front of her.
'Monique...'
She pushed out a chair with her foot. 'Sit, John. Let us talk a little.'
John sat, whilst Monique poured them both a drink.
"John, I need you to be honest with me. I know you go and talk with your slave every night. I know that you said this week was going to be a transformative experience for both of you.'
She sipped her drink before carrying on. 'I need to know if Luci is having second thoughts about this. I need to know if she is approaching her limit...'
John leaned back in his chair. 'There is absolutely no chance of that..' Monique started to say something, but John cut her off. 'It's Adanna you need to worry about...'
'Adanna? Pourquoi?'
John took a drink before replying. 'This afternoon was hard for her. When I was using the crop on her inner thighs, she was struggling. The pain was too much, she couldn't reach that point where pain and pleasure became the same thing. If I had used the crop on her clit, as you did to Luci, I know it would have broken her.'
He reached out, and placed a hand on top of one of Monique's. 'Go, have a talk with her. Maybe she'll want to carry on. Maybe it's just a temporary thing. Maybe she just wasn't in the right space today. Maybe it was because I was doing things to her, and not you.'
'I go talk to Luci every night because I love her, and I know her. It's like the final race. I knew she was in trouble before she did, and I could make sure she didn't collapse.'
'You need to do the same with Adanna, Monique, you need to do it now.'
John looked into the cage, and whistled gently.
'Monique did quite a number on your things, didn't she?'
Luci nodded. 'That whole thing was quite a rush.' Her voice was slightly thick, the after effects of having had her tongue clamped between the chopsticks for a good chunk of time.
'Before Monique drove rational thought from my head with that crop, I did notice you having some fun yourself, Master...'
'Jealous, Luci?'
'Hell no... I said that I wanted to see you fuck her, and I meant it.' She paused a minute. 'You're not jealous of Monique for what she did to me, right?'
'No... Besides, you said she could probably teach me a thing or two. Well, I certainly learnt somethings today.' Not only from Monique he thought, he'd need to look up some of those rope techniques for certain.
'So, tell me more, tell me more!'
John shook his head. 'Bloody hell, Luci, this isn't "Summer Nights.... and I'm definitely not Travolta.'
'No, he dances better..'
John ignored that, and carried on. 'She reached a limit today. I don't think she handles pain as well as you do. Even with a gag in, she made it clear that she couldn't handle much more of the crop. If Monique tried what she did with you, I think it would break Adanna.'
-*-
John found Monique sat by the pool when he returned from talking to Luci. She was obviously waiting for him, as there was a bottle of scotch on the table, and two glasses in front of her.
'Monique...'
She pushed out a chair with her foot. 'Sit, John. Let us talk a little.'
John sat, whilst Monique poured them both a drink.
"John, I need you to be honest with me. I know you go and talk with your slave every night. I know that you said this week was going to be a transformative experience for both of you.'
She sipped her drink before carrying on. 'I need to know if Luci is having second thoughts about this. I need to know if she is approaching her limit...'
John leaned back in his chair. 'There is absolutely no chance of that..' Monique started to say something, but John cut her off. 'It's Adanna you need to worry about...'
'Adanna? Pourquoi?'
John took a drink before replying. 'This afternoon was hard for her. When I was using the crop on her inner thighs, she was struggling. The pain was too much, she couldn't reach that point where pain and pleasure became the same thing. If I had used the crop on her clit, as you did to Luci, I know it would have broken her.'
He reached out, and placed a hand on top of one of Monique's. 'Go, have a talk with her. Maybe she'll want to carry on. Maybe it's just a temporary thing. Maybe she just wasn't in the right space today. Maybe it was because I was doing things to her, and not you.'
'I go talk to Luci every night because I love her, and I know her. It's like the final race. I knew she was in trouble before she did, and I could make sure she didn't collapse.'
'You need to do the same with Adanna, Monique, you need to do it now.'
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One of the things that makes this so compelling is the aftercare elements. It brings a whole new level of realistic bdsm to the story, making it more believable and far more interesting. This chapter is a real highlight for me, despite getting more excited for the torture chapters, the continuing aftercare passages and now this chapter really captivated me.
TheLimey
Governor
Thank you!
These aftercare chapters often require more thought and rewriting than the torture ones. It's always easy to just carry on and pile up scene after scene when it comes to the torture, but this is a loving couple exploring on both sides of a D/s relationship, and I need to bring it back to that.
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TheLimey
Governor
Chapter 22
John was expecting to carry on the conversation over breakfast, but when he walked onto the terrace the next morning, there was simply a note on a table, that read 'John. We will breakfast by the scaffolds this morning.'
He ignored the golf carts, and set off at a brisk walk. As he walked, he could guess that Monique had taken his advice to heart last night, and had gone down to speak to Adanna. What the result of this conversation was, he guessed he was about to find out.
The cages were both empty, the ground underneath wet from the slave's hosing down first thing, so it wasn't that any one slave had been left behind for this breakfast.
He rounded the stables soon after, catching sight of the tableau that was in front of him. Monique was sat on the far side of the scaffolds, flanked by Amber and Corinne, who stood either side of her. She was sat at a small table that had been set up, facing towards John as he approached. Between her and the scaffolds were the two slaves, knelt on the ground, facing away from him. Both were naked except for iron collars around their necks, their wrists twisted up behind their shoulder blades and chained in place.
He glanced over at Luci as he walked past her, and she shot him a puzzled look, accentuated by a quick shrug of her shoulders. Obviously, nothing had been said to her about why things were as they were.
Corinne pulled a chair out for John as he approached the table, giving him a curt nod as she did so, then poured him a coffee from an ornate pot on the table, reminding him that she was crew on Monique's yacht part of the time
It was only after he had taken a sip that Monique broke her silence, which had been starting to disturb John a little.
'John, mon ami, I need to thank you. I will confess that I was enthralled with your delightful slave, and had lost sight of my own. You reminded me of that last night. For that, I am in your debt.'
She stood up and raised her voice, so the two slaves could fully understand everything that was said. 'It is only fair to both of you, Adanna and Luci, that you know what is going to happen to you in the next two days, if you go through with this trial.'
'If you wish to withdraw from the challenge at this point, it is no reflection on you.You are both extraordinary jewels, but like all jewels, too much pressure can cause them to crack and splinter. I know John does not want that to happen to you Luci, and Adanna, you know that I feel the same about you, my love.'
She moved around the table to stand in front of Adanna, cupping her chin to lift the slaves eyes to her face. John felt things were coming to a head, so he also stood and moved in front of Luci.'
'D'acccord. I will tell you now, that if you continue with the challenge, you will spend today hanging from the scaffolds. Weight will be added to increase the tension on your limbs, and you will have to endure it all until sunset.'
'Tomorrow.... tomorrow will be a greater test. You will be scourged before being crucified on these scaffolds, your nipples pierced with skewers, to hang until sunrise the next day...'
John had been looking at Luci throughout. At the mention of being crucified, she had licked her lips, but the talk of piercing caused her to breathe in deeply, and push out her chest, her nipples rock hard. He knew that she would go through with this.
Monique knelt in front of her slave. 'Adanna, do you wish to withdraw?'
'I am sorry, Mistress, I must withdraw.'
Monique hugged her. 'It is ok, cherie.' There were tears in both their eyes.
John spoke up. 'Slave, do you wish to continue?'
'Master, I will continue...' and added, in a whisper just for him. 'My gift to you, remember.'
John nodded. 'Then know this, I will be the one to scourge you, to pierce you, and after all this, I will still brand you.' He laid a hand on her cheek, feeling her press back against it.
'My gift to you, my love...'
John was expecting to carry on the conversation over breakfast, but when he walked onto the terrace the next morning, there was simply a note on a table, that read 'John. We will breakfast by the scaffolds this morning.'
He ignored the golf carts, and set off at a brisk walk. As he walked, he could guess that Monique had taken his advice to heart last night, and had gone down to speak to Adanna. What the result of this conversation was, he guessed he was about to find out.
The cages were both empty, the ground underneath wet from the slave's hosing down first thing, so it wasn't that any one slave had been left behind for this breakfast.
He rounded the stables soon after, catching sight of the tableau that was in front of him. Monique was sat on the far side of the scaffolds, flanked by Amber and Corinne, who stood either side of her. She was sat at a small table that had been set up, facing towards John as he approached. Between her and the scaffolds were the two slaves, knelt on the ground, facing away from him. Both were naked except for iron collars around their necks, their wrists twisted up behind their shoulder blades and chained in place.
He glanced over at Luci as he walked past her, and she shot him a puzzled look, accentuated by a quick shrug of her shoulders. Obviously, nothing had been said to her about why things were as they were.
Corinne pulled a chair out for John as he approached the table, giving him a curt nod as she did so, then poured him a coffee from an ornate pot on the table, reminding him that she was crew on Monique's yacht part of the time
It was only after he had taken a sip that Monique broke her silence, which had been starting to disturb John a little.
'John, mon ami, I need to thank you. I will confess that I was enthralled with your delightful slave, and had lost sight of my own. You reminded me of that last night. For that, I am in your debt.'
She stood up and raised her voice, so the two slaves could fully understand everything that was said. 'It is only fair to both of you, Adanna and Luci, that you know what is going to happen to you in the next two days, if you go through with this trial.'
'If you wish to withdraw from the challenge at this point, it is no reflection on you.You are both extraordinary jewels, but like all jewels, too much pressure can cause them to crack and splinter. I know John does not want that to happen to you Luci, and Adanna, you know that I feel the same about you, my love.'
She moved around the table to stand in front of Adanna, cupping her chin to lift the slaves eyes to her face. John felt things were coming to a head, so he also stood and moved in front of Luci.'
'D'acccord. I will tell you now, that if you continue with the challenge, you will spend today hanging from the scaffolds. Weight will be added to increase the tension on your limbs, and you will have to endure it all until sunset.'
'Tomorrow.... tomorrow will be a greater test. You will be scourged before being crucified on these scaffolds, your nipples pierced with skewers, to hang until sunrise the next day...'
John had been looking at Luci throughout. At the mention of being crucified, she had licked her lips, but the talk of piercing caused her to breathe in deeply, and push out her chest, her nipples rock hard. He knew that she would go through with this.
Monique knelt in front of her slave. 'Adanna, do you wish to withdraw?'
'I am sorry, Mistress, I must withdraw.'
Monique hugged her. 'It is ok, cherie.' There were tears in both their eyes.
John spoke up. 'Slave, do you wish to continue?'
'Master, I will continue...' and added, in a whisper just for him. 'My gift to you, remember.'
John nodded. 'Then know this, I will be the one to scourge you, to pierce you, and after all this, I will still brand you.' He laid a hand on her cheek, feeling her press back against it.
'My gift to you, my love...'
TheLimey
Governor
Not the only one hooked, if you'll pardon the slight spoiler for next chapter...
TheLimey
Governor
Chapter 23
John watched as Adanna dropped another half brick into the bucket, adding yet more weight to that that had already been put in there. Luci moaned softly, one hand opening and closing around the rope that led from that wrist to the top of the frame.
He picked up a fishing weight from a box on the table in front of him, got out of his seat and walked over to the naked sweating slave, hanging in the frame.
He didn't need to ask to know Luci would be loving this. Corinne and Amber had used rope to hang Luci from her wrists a couple of hours ago, then used more rope to tie her ankles to a bamboo pole, spreading them a good three feet apart. Then she had been left alone, just hanging in the direct sun, whilst Monique and John had had breakfast, Adanna knelt now by Monique's side.
After one hour, the bucket had been tied beneath the bamboo pole, in the very center. Adanna had them been placed in ankle and wrist cuffs, chained in such a fashion that she could only shuffle, stooped over. It was Adanna's job to shuffle over to a pile of stones and bricks some distance away, then shuffle over to Luci, dropping the weight into the bucket, one additional piece every fifteen minutes. At the same time the bucket had been added, Corinne had added a pair of nipples clamps joined by a chain.
John paused a moment, looking at his slave. He loved seeing her suspended like this. Her small breasts were almost flat on her chest now, lifted by the strain on her shoulders, her nipples prominent peaks topped by the clamps. Under a sheen of trickling sweat, her abs were taut, her six pack standing out in relief.
He reached for the chain between her breasts, clipping the fishing weight in the middle.
'How are you doing, slave?' he said, letting the weight fall from his hand.
'Ohh God..' Luci moaned as she felt the clamps tighten in response to the weight. 'How do you think I'm doing, Master?'
John placed his hand on cunt, and pressed gently with just one finger, which slipped inside with ease, brining another moan from Luci's lips. 'I think you're enjoying this far too much.'
'What do you suggest to make me suff...ahhhh...!' John interrupted her retort by placing his hands on her hips, and pushing down, adding more weight to that on her shoulders and arms.
'I think we can find ways to make you suffer, slave....'
-*-
'Regretting opening your mouth, slave?'
'No, Master, this is...much more like it...now...'
John smiled at that answer. In the course of the last three hours, the half bricks had been added to by full bricks, a full 20 kilos hanging from the bamboo bar now. More weights hung from the chain between her nipples, bounding gently off her chest as she breathed.
More diabolically, Corinne had inserted two small, blunt, hooks into Luci's nose. The strap from this had been pulled over Luci's head, them tied off to a length of rope that led to a J shaped piece of metal, the other end of which was buried deep into Luci's arse. This had all been pulled tight, so her head had been pulled back by her nostrils, leaving her staring up into the sky.
He placed his hand on her cunt again, slowly running along the lips, and she moaned.
'Master... Please...'
'Please what, slave?'
'I need to come... I've tri...tried pulling at this...hook in my ass... but I can't...'
John looked around. Adanna was approaching with another pair of bricks. He grabbed the bricks from her, and addressed Monique's sweating slave.
'Slave, I think I have another task for you... Time to give your tongue some use...'
Adanna knew what he wanted. The chains were such that she couldn't kneel in front of Luci, and reach Luci's cunt, so she ended up in an odd squat. John grabbed the metal collar around her neck to help her reach the right height, and passed the two bricks he had in his other hand to Monique, who by now had joined them.
'Oh...fffuucccckkkk...' Luci was already so close that as soon as Adanna's tongue touched her clit, she was on the edge of coming.
'Not until I tell you, Luci...' John gestured frantically at Monique, who quickly got the gist and moved around behind Luci, still carrying the bricks.
'P..please!'
'Come for me Luci!' John shouted, nodding at Monique at the same time, who dropped the bricks onto the pile in the bucket.
Luci thrashed in her bonds as she came, unintelligible noises shouted at the sky as she did. Adanna started to pull away, but John held her face in Luci's cunt, as it exploded with a stream of her juices. 'Don't you dare stop, slave, not till I tell you!'
John could see her head pulling frantically as she bucked, and he cried out to Monique 'Pull the plug!' knowing that if she bucked too wildly, she could damage her nose, but also knowing that pulling the hook out of her arse would also drive her to another orgasm.
Monique, a huge grin on her face yanked the hook out in one free motion, and Luci plateaued again, her head snapping forward now it was free. He knew he had one final thing he could do, so he reached up with his free hand and grabbed the chain hanging from the clamps and pulled hard.
As the clamps came off it was as if an electric shock had passed through Luci. Every muscle stood out stiffly, and she screamed till her voice cracked, before she went limp, her head falling onto her chest. In front of her was Adanna, slumped in front of the twitching form of Luci, her russet skin dripping with Luci's juices.
John undid the bucket from the bamboo pole, whilst Amber and Corinne started to walk over, ready to release Luci from the frame.
John wrapped his arms around her, lifting to take the weight off her arms, feeling the heat of her skin, the sheer animal smell of her.
Well done, slave....'
John watched as Adanna dropped another half brick into the bucket, adding yet more weight to that that had already been put in there. Luci moaned softly, one hand opening and closing around the rope that led from that wrist to the top of the frame.
He picked up a fishing weight from a box on the table in front of him, got out of his seat and walked over to the naked sweating slave, hanging in the frame.
He didn't need to ask to know Luci would be loving this. Corinne and Amber had used rope to hang Luci from her wrists a couple of hours ago, then used more rope to tie her ankles to a bamboo pole, spreading them a good three feet apart. Then she had been left alone, just hanging in the direct sun, whilst Monique and John had had breakfast, Adanna knelt now by Monique's side.
After one hour, the bucket had been tied beneath the bamboo pole, in the very center. Adanna had them been placed in ankle and wrist cuffs, chained in such a fashion that she could only shuffle, stooped over. It was Adanna's job to shuffle over to a pile of stones and bricks some distance away, then shuffle over to Luci, dropping the weight into the bucket, one additional piece every fifteen minutes. At the same time the bucket had been added, Corinne had added a pair of nipples clamps joined by a chain.
John paused a moment, looking at his slave. He loved seeing her suspended like this. Her small breasts were almost flat on her chest now, lifted by the strain on her shoulders, her nipples prominent peaks topped by the clamps. Under a sheen of trickling sweat, her abs were taut, her six pack standing out in relief.
He reached for the chain between her breasts, clipping the fishing weight in the middle.
'How are you doing, slave?' he said, letting the weight fall from his hand.
'Ohh God..' Luci moaned as she felt the clamps tighten in response to the weight. 'How do you think I'm doing, Master?'
John placed his hand on cunt, and pressed gently with just one finger, which slipped inside with ease, brining another moan from Luci's lips. 'I think you're enjoying this far too much.'
'What do you suggest to make me suff...ahhhh...!' John interrupted her retort by placing his hands on her hips, and pushing down, adding more weight to that on her shoulders and arms.
'I think we can find ways to make you suffer, slave....'
-*-
'Regretting opening your mouth, slave?'
'No, Master, this is...much more like it...now...'
John smiled at that answer. In the course of the last three hours, the half bricks had been added to by full bricks, a full 20 kilos hanging from the bamboo bar now. More weights hung from the chain between her nipples, bounding gently off her chest as she breathed.
More diabolically, Corinne had inserted two small, blunt, hooks into Luci's nose. The strap from this had been pulled over Luci's head, them tied off to a length of rope that led to a J shaped piece of metal, the other end of which was buried deep into Luci's arse. This had all been pulled tight, so her head had been pulled back by her nostrils, leaving her staring up into the sky.
He placed his hand on her cunt again, slowly running along the lips, and she moaned.
'Master... Please...'
'Please what, slave?'
'I need to come... I've tri...tried pulling at this...hook in my ass... but I can't...'
John looked around. Adanna was approaching with another pair of bricks. He grabbed the bricks from her, and addressed Monique's sweating slave.
'Slave, I think I have another task for you... Time to give your tongue some use...'
Adanna knew what he wanted. The chains were such that she couldn't kneel in front of Luci, and reach Luci's cunt, so she ended up in an odd squat. John grabbed the metal collar around her neck to help her reach the right height, and passed the two bricks he had in his other hand to Monique, who by now had joined them.
'Oh...fffuucccckkkk...' Luci was already so close that as soon as Adanna's tongue touched her clit, she was on the edge of coming.
'Not until I tell you, Luci...' John gestured frantically at Monique, who quickly got the gist and moved around behind Luci, still carrying the bricks.
'P..please!'
'Come for me Luci!' John shouted, nodding at Monique at the same time, who dropped the bricks onto the pile in the bucket.
Luci thrashed in her bonds as she came, unintelligible noises shouted at the sky as she did. Adanna started to pull away, but John held her face in Luci's cunt, as it exploded with a stream of her juices. 'Don't you dare stop, slave, not till I tell you!'
John could see her head pulling frantically as she bucked, and he cried out to Monique 'Pull the plug!' knowing that if she bucked too wildly, she could damage her nose, but also knowing that pulling the hook out of her arse would also drive her to another orgasm.
Monique, a huge grin on her face yanked the hook out in one free motion, and Luci plateaued again, her head snapping forward now it was free. He knew he had one final thing he could do, so he reached up with his free hand and grabbed the chain hanging from the clamps and pulled hard.
As the clamps came off it was as if an electric shock had passed through Luci. Every muscle stood out stiffly, and she screamed till her voice cracked, before she went limp, her head falling onto her chest. In front of her was Adanna, slumped in front of the twitching form of Luci, her russet skin dripping with Luci's juices.
John undid the bucket from the bamboo pole, whilst Amber and Corinne started to walk over, ready to release Luci from the frame.
John wrapped his arms around her, lifting to take the weight off her arms, feeling the heat of her skin, the sheer animal smell of her.
Well done, slave....'
TheLimey
Governor
Chapter 24.
Her voice was hoarse, but John could hear a note in it that surprised him. She sounded pensive, afraid almost.
'Second thoughts, love?'
'No..' Luci pulled at the chains that held her wrists either side of her head in the cage. 'You know, I've had fantasies for years of being a condemned prisoner. Mistreated, whipped, crucified even.'
'You are the best Dominant I have ever known, Master. You have shown that time after time, with me, with Adanna. You can see the moments where to call for a rest, for a stop.'
'Tomorrow, I don't want that Master...'
'If you want Corinne or Monique, or....' John started to reply, but Luci interrupted him.
'That's not it.' She took a deep breath. 'I want the cruel bastard I know is inside you... Don't deny it, John. There's a deep current in you. I see it sometimes. When you yanked the clamps off my tits today...you didn't pause, you didn't even think about what it would do...you just did it, and you drove me to a place where I was just a vessel, a vessel for your cruelty.'
She swallowed, hard. 'I fucking loved it, John.'
'I want that cruelty tomorrow....'
Her voice was hoarse, but John could hear a note in it that surprised him. She sounded pensive, afraid almost.
'Second thoughts, love?'
'No..' Luci pulled at the chains that held her wrists either side of her head in the cage. 'You know, I've had fantasies for years of being a condemned prisoner. Mistreated, whipped, crucified even.'
'You are the best Dominant I have ever known, Master. You have shown that time after time, with me, with Adanna. You can see the moments where to call for a rest, for a stop.'
'Tomorrow, I don't want that Master...'
'If you want Corinne or Monique, or....' John started to reply, but Luci interrupted him.
'That's not it.' She took a deep breath. 'I want the cruel bastard I know is inside you... Don't deny it, John. There's a deep current in you. I see it sometimes. When you yanked the clamps off my tits today...you didn't pause, you didn't even think about what it would do...you just did it, and you drove me to a place where I was just a vessel, a vessel for your cruelty.'
She swallowed, hard. 'I fucking loved it, John.'
'I want that cruelty tomorrow....'
TheLimey
Governor
Chapter 25
John was up early the next morning, and had already spoken with Corinne before the sun had started to rise. Now he was stood by the cages, Adanna's hanging empty to one side, a machete sheathed at his hip and a bag in his hands
He nodded and both Amber and Corinne turned on their hoses, spraying icy water into Luci's cage, and onto the sleeping form inside.
'Aaaahhhhh...wha...' Luci was awake and spluttering almost instantly. Previously, the slaves had been woken up before they were hosed down, and the water was at least tepid, but not today. Without Adanna, Amber and Corinne were able to both use their hoses on Luci, who was soon shivering.
John's voice rang out, a snark in his voice. 'Get the cunt ready...'
Cunt. That was a deliberate choice. Yesterday, tomorrow, she was Luci, or slave. Today she would just be cunt.
The cage was dropped and being released, Amber roughly dragged Luci out, manouvering her until she was knelt in front of John. Corinne worked quickly, pulling Luci's wet hair into a loose ponytail, holding it there with a leather lace.
Another nod from John, and the two crew took up position either side of the still shivering Luci, her arms held out to the sides, hands on her shoulders forcing her forward a little.
John stepped forward, and unsheathed the machete, holding it reversed, the blade upright. With the other hand, he grabbed the ponytail pulling it tight.
Luci must have guessed what was going to happen. 'Please, Master....no...!' but John just ignored her, bringing the blade up and to the right in one motion.
The machete was razor sharp, so the ponytail came away on one piece, but John wasn't finished yet. He reached into the bag, pulling out a battery operated set of hair clippers. He fitted a guard, then ran the buzzing clippers from back to front along Luci's head, shaking the clippings out in front of her face.
'Noooo....' she loved her hair, so John had known that shaving it, even if the guard meant that she wouldn't be bald, would be a cruel thing, exactly as she asked for last night.
Monique and Adanna had come up by now, but said nothing as John continued the task, the only sound being Luci's sobs and the buzz of the clippers, until he turned them off and set them to one side.
He walked in front of the still sobbing Luci, not giving the now clipping covered slave a second glance, and grabbed a hose, tightening the nozzle on the front to give it more pressure before turning it on.
Luci shrieked again as the cold water sprayed over her, Amber and Corinne stepping to one side, but still holding Luci's arms outstretched by the wrists. She started to pull, to struggle, until John snarled at her.
'Hold still cunt, or I'll shave you bald!'
It wasn't long before the clippings were sluiced clean. John turned off the hose and walked over, grabbing another thing from the bag, before he ended up standing in front of his dripping wet slave.
'Look at me, cunt...'
Luci lifted her head, and her eyes grew wide at what was in his hands. The scourge. When had had seen it last night, John had marvelled at the cruelty of it. A cat-o-tails, each tail topped off by a metal point. It wasn't barbed, but John knew that as well as leaving welts, it would cut into Luci's skin with just a little effort.
John held out the scourge, gently swinging the tails so they kissed her stomach, her tits, and finally her face, causing Luci to shudder and moan.
'I hope you're ready to feel the kiss of this for real, cunt....'
-*-
John flexed his shoulders, loosening himself up, whilst he looked at Luci in front of him. She was tied to Adanna's frame, in a tight standing spread-eagle, arms and legs stretched out to the corners of the frame.
He had circled the frame as Corinne and Amber had strung her up. Her face had showed shock and even fear when he had shaved her head, but her body was now betraying what she really felt. She was trembling like a racehorse, nipples hard on her flattened breasts.
She had been right about him, yet again. It was all he could do to not have ripped his jodhpurs open the instant he had shaved her head, but he knew that she needed to suffer more first.
He gave the scourge an experimental swing, gauging the weight of it, then stepped closer to the bound form of Luci, aware of they eyes on him, on his slave.
He swung his arm, the scourge snapping across her upper back, and she cried out instantly. He paused before the next swing, another across her upper back, not wanting the pain from this stroke to merge with that of the first, and she cried out once more.
A third stroke, a fourth, across her backside, and she shouted out in pain as these strokes tore into her, the welts appearing almost instantly, the first signs of blood oozing from where the tips had struck.
She had wanted cruel. Now she would find how cruel he could be.
John was up early the next morning, and had already spoken with Corinne before the sun had started to rise. Now he was stood by the cages, Adanna's hanging empty to one side, a machete sheathed at his hip and a bag in his hands
He nodded and both Amber and Corinne turned on their hoses, spraying icy water into Luci's cage, and onto the sleeping form inside.
'Aaaahhhhh...wha...' Luci was awake and spluttering almost instantly. Previously, the slaves had been woken up before they were hosed down, and the water was at least tepid, but not today. Without Adanna, Amber and Corinne were able to both use their hoses on Luci, who was soon shivering.
John's voice rang out, a snark in his voice. 'Get the cunt ready...'
Cunt. That was a deliberate choice. Yesterday, tomorrow, she was Luci, or slave. Today she would just be cunt.
The cage was dropped and being released, Amber roughly dragged Luci out, manouvering her until she was knelt in front of John. Corinne worked quickly, pulling Luci's wet hair into a loose ponytail, holding it there with a leather lace.
Another nod from John, and the two crew took up position either side of the still shivering Luci, her arms held out to the sides, hands on her shoulders forcing her forward a little.
John stepped forward, and unsheathed the machete, holding it reversed, the blade upright. With the other hand, he grabbed the ponytail pulling it tight.
Luci must have guessed what was going to happen. 'Please, Master....no...!' but John just ignored her, bringing the blade up and to the right in one motion.
The machete was razor sharp, so the ponytail came away on one piece, but John wasn't finished yet. He reached into the bag, pulling out a battery operated set of hair clippers. He fitted a guard, then ran the buzzing clippers from back to front along Luci's head, shaking the clippings out in front of her face.
'Noooo....' she loved her hair, so John had known that shaving it, even if the guard meant that she wouldn't be bald, would be a cruel thing, exactly as she asked for last night.
Monique and Adanna had come up by now, but said nothing as John continued the task, the only sound being Luci's sobs and the buzz of the clippers, until he turned them off and set them to one side.
He walked in front of the still sobbing Luci, not giving the now clipping covered slave a second glance, and grabbed a hose, tightening the nozzle on the front to give it more pressure before turning it on.
Luci shrieked again as the cold water sprayed over her, Amber and Corinne stepping to one side, but still holding Luci's arms outstretched by the wrists. She started to pull, to struggle, until John snarled at her.
'Hold still cunt, or I'll shave you bald!'
It wasn't long before the clippings were sluiced clean. John turned off the hose and walked over, grabbing another thing from the bag, before he ended up standing in front of his dripping wet slave.
'Look at me, cunt...'
Luci lifted her head, and her eyes grew wide at what was in his hands. The scourge. When had had seen it last night, John had marvelled at the cruelty of it. A cat-o-tails, each tail topped off by a metal point. It wasn't barbed, but John knew that as well as leaving welts, it would cut into Luci's skin with just a little effort.
John held out the scourge, gently swinging the tails so they kissed her stomach, her tits, and finally her face, causing Luci to shudder and moan.
'I hope you're ready to feel the kiss of this for real, cunt....'
-*-
John flexed his shoulders, loosening himself up, whilst he looked at Luci in front of him. She was tied to Adanna's frame, in a tight standing spread-eagle, arms and legs stretched out to the corners of the frame.
He had circled the frame as Corinne and Amber had strung her up. Her face had showed shock and even fear when he had shaved her head, but her body was now betraying what she really felt. She was trembling like a racehorse, nipples hard on her flattened breasts.
She had been right about him, yet again. It was all he could do to not have ripped his jodhpurs open the instant he had shaved her head, but he knew that she needed to suffer more first.
He gave the scourge an experimental swing, gauging the weight of it, then stepped closer to the bound form of Luci, aware of they eyes on him, on his slave.
He swung his arm, the scourge snapping across her upper back, and she cried out instantly. He paused before the next swing, another across her upper back, not wanting the pain from this stroke to merge with that of the first, and she cried out once more.
A third stroke, a fourth, across her backside, and she shouted out in pain as these strokes tore into her, the welts appearing almost instantly, the first signs of blood oozing from where the tips had struck.
She had wanted cruel. Now she would find how cruel he could be.
TheLimey
Governor
Chapter 26
John had lost count of the number of strokes, had lost sight of Monique, Adanna and the two crew. His world had narrowed to him and Luci.
Her torso and backside were a mass of weals, blood flowing from a number of them, mixing with the sweat to run in pinkish rivulets down her back and legs.
She still cried out at every blow, but her voice was hoarse, broken, and her legs were trembling, fighting to keep under her. She was on a knife edge, and John knew it would only take one final blow to push her over.
He stepped in a little, and let go with one final blow, which wrapped around her hips and struck across her abs. Luci's head snapped back one final time, and she screamed as best she could, as her legs finally gave way.
John dropped the scourge and was behind her in seconds, wrenching the flies of his jodhpurs open, releasing his rock hard erection. He reached around with his hand, guiding himself into her slick cunt like a hot knife through butter, impaling her on his cock. He felt the mess of blood and sweat soak through his shirt, but he didn't care.
It didn't take long for her to come, a long, drawn out orgasm a stream of her juices spattering on the ground in front of her, but John didn't allow her any respite, continuing to fuck her until he felt his own orgasm, pulling out as he did, his hot come splashing against her whip wealed arse.
He stepped around in front of Luci, seeing her slowly recover from the orgasm, her eyes unfocused, her breathing heavy. He nodded at Corinne, who untied her right wrist from the rope that held it up and to one side, Luci ending up swinging by the left wrist, her legs still unable to hold her.
He had Amber pause a minute before she undid the left. He stepped up and grabbed Luci's chin.
'Cruel enough for you, cunt?'
-*-
John stripped off his shirt and grabbed the towel Monique handed him, whilst not taking his eyes off Luci, as she was being prepared for her crucifixion.
'She asked for this?' Monique asked, her voice a mix of interest and awe.
'She asked for this.' He started to wipe down his chest. She was as turned on as I have ever known her to be during that whipping, Monique.'
'And you, John?'
He turned to face Monique. 'She's always known me better than I know myself. She said I had a cruel streak in me.....' He reached for a bottle of water. 'She's right..'
'And how do you feel, John...?'
'Shocked! I just whipped the woman I loved until she bled, and I..' he paused and swallowed hard. 'And I revelled in it...You saw me, Monique! I couldn't hold back from fucking her, I was so turned on.'
'As was she, Cheri... as was she...' She grabbed his hands, held them in her own. 'You might be the luckiest pair on the planet. You have a slave in a million in Luci, someone who wants to feel the pain that you, her master, can give her.'
'What you have most people will not understand, what you have some people wish they could emulate...' she paused. 'What you have is a distillation of love and cruelty, a heady cocktail...'
'I envy you, John...'
John had lost count of the number of strokes, had lost sight of Monique, Adanna and the two crew. His world had narrowed to him and Luci.
Her torso and backside were a mass of weals, blood flowing from a number of them, mixing with the sweat to run in pinkish rivulets down her back and legs.
She still cried out at every blow, but her voice was hoarse, broken, and her legs were trembling, fighting to keep under her. She was on a knife edge, and John knew it would only take one final blow to push her over.
He stepped in a little, and let go with one final blow, which wrapped around her hips and struck across her abs. Luci's head snapped back one final time, and she screamed as best she could, as her legs finally gave way.
John dropped the scourge and was behind her in seconds, wrenching the flies of his jodhpurs open, releasing his rock hard erection. He reached around with his hand, guiding himself into her slick cunt like a hot knife through butter, impaling her on his cock. He felt the mess of blood and sweat soak through his shirt, but he didn't care.
It didn't take long for her to come, a long, drawn out orgasm a stream of her juices spattering on the ground in front of her, but John didn't allow her any respite, continuing to fuck her until he felt his own orgasm, pulling out as he did, his hot come splashing against her whip wealed arse.
He stepped around in front of Luci, seeing her slowly recover from the orgasm, her eyes unfocused, her breathing heavy. He nodded at Corinne, who untied her right wrist from the rope that held it up and to one side, Luci ending up swinging by the left wrist, her legs still unable to hold her.
He had Amber pause a minute before she undid the left. He stepped up and grabbed Luci's chin.
'Cruel enough for you, cunt?'
-*-
John stripped off his shirt and grabbed the towel Monique handed him, whilst not taking his eyes off Luci, as she was being prepared for her crucifixion.
'She asked for this?' Monique asked, her voice a mix of interest and awe.
'She asked for this.' He started to wipe down his chest. She was as turned on as I have ever known her to be during that whipping, Monique.'
'And you, John?'
He turned to face Monique. 'She's always known me better than I know myself. She said I had a cruel streak in me.....' He reached for a bottle of water. 'She's right..'
'And how do you feel, John...?'
'Shocked! I just whipped the woman I loved until she bled, and I..' he paused and swallowed hard. 'And I revelled in it...You saw me, Monique! I couldn't hold back from fucking her, I was so turned on.'
'As was she, Cheri... as was she...' She grabbed his hands, held them in her own. 'You might be the luckiest pair on the planet. You have a slave in a million in Luci, someone who wants to feel the pain that you, her master, can give her.'
'What you have most people will not understand, what you have some people wish they could emulate...' she paused. 'What you have is a distillation of love and cruelty, a heady cocktail...'
'I envy you, John...'
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TheLimey
Governor
Chapter 27
He had talked with Monique about crucifixion the day before. She'd described that a person on the cross had a dual predicament. Initially, they would use their legs to keep their body upright, but slowly, over time, their legs would tire, and so they would slump down, their body hanging forward, their head below the level of their wrists. This position they could only keep for so long as this would cause difficulties with breathing, and so they would have to force their legs to support them again. She called it a dance, a slow dance on the cross.
He had wondered at the time what it would look like. Now he knew.
Luci had been crucified on the frame an hour ago. Her arms were tied to the top of the frame, rope wrapped multiple times around each wrist. Her ankles were tied together and tied to a round beam that had been inserted into the frame, parallel to the top of the frame.
She had hung there, upright at first, but slowly feeling her own weight drag her down, until her knees had bent and she had slumped for the first time. He watched for a while as hung there, her sweat slick chest rising and falling, until she couldn't stay like that any longer. He had watched as she gathered her strength, and with a moan, pushed herself up again.
She was strong, he realized, but the efforts of the last couple of days, the agony that she must be feeling in her back was all going to take their toll.
Sure enough, he saw her legs were trembling once more, and she lowered herself as best she could, gasping as the wood of the frame rubbed against the weals on her shoulders. Her head hung forward, and John realized that with her head shaved as it was, her sweat was flowing freely down her face, dripping off her nose and chin.
She lifted her head and saw him there for the first time. 'M...Master..'
'Maybe I should crucify you more often, cunt. Would you like that?'
Luci shifted her pose, pulling her knees apart to display her cunt, her thighs slick with sweat and her own juices.
'Please, Master....abuse your cunt...'
He reached out with a hand, slipping three fingers in easily, Luci moaning as he did, then pulled them out again. 'Not yet, cunt... You need to suffer some more yet.'
He reached into his pocket and removed a pair of clamps, placing them on Luci's nipples, hearing the sharp intake of breath as he did.
'Just think how sensitive your nipples are going to be when those clamps are removed, cunt. They'll be ready for the needles then.'
He turned away, Luci's moans of pain and anticipation ringing in his ears.
-*-
John had monitored Luci over the course of the afternoon, looking for the sign that she was truly ready for what was to come next. He'd seen her dance, the time she spent hanging from her arms increasing with each iteration. He'd watched, his own erection painfully hard, as she surrendered to her body, a stream of piss running down her legs as she couldn't hold it back any longer.
He knew then that it was time.
He looked over at Monique and simply nodded, and she knew that it was time for the next act. A quick word from her and Corinne handed John a roll of leather, tied closed by a lace, whilst Amber grabbed a small footstool that John would stand on.
'Are you certain about this, John?' asked Monique.
'Totally. I need to do this, for her, for me...' he took a deep breath. '...for us.'
Corinne spoke up. 'Remember what I told you. Steady pressure.' John nodded in response.
The group, Adanna in tow, walked over to the frame. Luci raised her head as they approached, and John could see the intake of breath as she realized that her body was about to be subjected to yet another torture.
She blinked sweat out of her eyes as John climbed into the footstool. 'Master....' Her voice was slow, dreamlike. 'I am yours...'
John opened up the leather roll, passing the sterile packages inside to Corinne, who unwrapped the first one, handing John a long thin skewer of surgical steel, wider around than any piercing needle. He held it up for her to focus on, before he placed it, not on here nipple, but further back, on the meat of her right breast.
'You are mine...' he said, and pushed.
It took a moment before the point pierced her skin, bringing an audible gasp from Luci. John kept up the pressure, feeling the resistance against the skewer as he pushed it sideways through her breast, Luci trembling and muttering 'Oh fuck....oh fuck.....' as he did. He could see the skin bulge slightly on the inside of her breast, but then, with a final moan from Luci, the skin broke and the point came into view again, her right breast now transfixed, a single head of blood swelling around the metal.
He could see her breathing change, speed up then slow again in response to the sensations that were tearing through her body. 'Does it hurt, cunt?'
'Wh...when you pierced the skin...yes. But now, Master....now, I can't describe it...I feel it inside me..it's sharp, but not pain...'
John held up a second skewer, placing it on the outside of her left breast, and Luci nodded, crying out once more as the point pierced the skin, tossing her head back and shuddering as it worked through and out the other side.
'Oh....sweet fucking....Jesus....'
John paused and wiped the sweat from his own face, and admired his handiwork. Not just the steel in her breasts, but what this whole thing was doing to Luci. She was so close.
'It's so barbaric, so beautiful...' Monique's voice came from behind him.
Corinne passed him up something else, a piercing needle, and in the same way as before, he showed it to Luci, before placing the tip on her nipples, the other hand ready to release the clamp.
A pause, a beat whilst her eyes grew wide, then he pushed.
He had talked with Monique about crucifixion the day before. She'd described that a person on the cross had a dual predicament. Initially, they would use their legs to keep their body upright, but slowly, over time, their legs would tire, and so they would slump down, their body hanging forward, their head below the level of their wrists. This position they could only keep for so long as this would cause difficulties with breathing, and so they would have to force their legs to support them again. She called it a dance, a slow dance on the cross.
He had wondered at the time what it would look like. Now he knew.
Luci had been crucified on the frame an hour ago. Her arms were tied to the top of the frame, rope wrapped multiple times around each wrist. Her ankles were tied together and tied to a round beam that had been inserted into the frame, parallel to the top of the frame.
She had hung there, upright at first, but slowly feeling her own weight drag her down, until her knees had bent and she had slumped for the first time. He watched for a while as hung there, her sweat slick chest rising and falling, until she couldn't stay like that any longer. He had watched as she gathered her strength, and with a moan, pushed herself up again.
She was strong, he realized, but the efforts of the last couple of days, the agony that she must be feeling in her back was all going to take their toll.
Sure enough, he saw her legs were trembling once more, and she lowered herself as best she could, gasping as the wood of the frame rubbed against the weals on her shoulders. Her head hung forward, and John realized that with her head shaved as it was, her sweat was flowing freely down her face, dripping off her nose and chin.
She lifted her head and saw him there for the first time. 'M...Master..'
'Maybe I should crucify you more often, cunt. Would you like that?'
Luci shifted her pose, pulling her knees apart to display her cunt, her thighs slick with sweat and her own juices.
'Please, Master....abuse your cunt...'
He reached out with a hand, slipping three fingers in easily, Luci moaning as he did, then pulled them out again. 'Not yet, cunt... You need to suffer some more yet.'
He reached into his pocket and removed a pair of clamps, placing them on Luci's nipples, hearing the sharp intake of breath as he did.
'Just think how sensitive your nipples are going to be when those clamps are removed, cunt. They'll be ready for the needles then.'
He turned away, Luci's moans of pain and anticipation ringing in his ears.
-*-
John had monitored Luci over the course of the afternoon, looking for the sign that she was truly ready for what was to come next. He'd seen her dance, the time she spent hanging from her arms increasing with each iteration. He'd watched, his own erection painfully hard, as she surrendered to her body, a stream of piss running down her legs as she couldn't hold it back any longer.
He knew then that it was time.
He looked over at Monique and simply nodded, and she knew that it was time for the next act. A quick word from her and Corinne handed John a roll of leather, tied closed by a lace, whilst Amber grabbed a small footstool that John would stand on.
'Are you certain about this, John?' asked Monique.
'Totally. I need to do this, for her, for me...' he took a deep breath. '...for us.'
Corinne spoke up. 'Remember what I told you. Steady pressure.' John nodded in response.
The group, Adanna in tow, walked over to the frame. Luci raised her head as they approached, and John could see the intake of breath as she realized that her body was about to be subjected to yet another torture.
She blinked sweat out of her eyes as John climbed into the footstool. 'Master....' Her voice was slow, dreamlike. 'I am yours...'
John opened up the leather roll, passing the sterile packages inside to Corinne, who unwrapped the first one, handing John a long thin skewer of surgical steel, wider around than any piercing needle. He held it up for her to focus on, before he placed it, not on here nipple, but further back, on the meat of her right breast.
'You are mine...' he said, and pushed.
It took a moment before the point pierced her skin, bringing an audible gasp from Luci. John kept up the pressure, feeling the resistance against the skewer as he pushed it sideways through her breast, Luci trembling and muttering 'Oh fuck....oh fuck.....' as he did. He could see the skin bulge slightly on the inside of her breast, but then, with a final moan from Luci, the skin broke and the point came into view again, her right breast now transfixed, a single head of blood swelling around the metal.
He could see her breathing change, speed up then slow again in response to the sensations that were tearing through her body. 'Does it hurt, cunt?'
'Wh...when you pierced the skin...yes. But now, Master....now, I can't describe it...I feel it inside me..it's sharp, but not pain...'
John held up a second skewer, placing it on the outside of her left breast, and Luci nodded, crying out once more as the point pierced the skin, tossing her head back and shuddering as it worked through and out the other side.
'Oh....sweet fucking....Jesus....'
John paused and wiped the sweat from his own face, and admired his handiwork. Not just the steel in her breasts, but what this whole thing was doing to Luci. She was so close.
'It's so barbaric, so beautiful...' Monique's voice came from behind him.
Corinne passed him up something else, a piercing needle, and in the same way as before, he showed it to Luci, before placing the tip on her nipples, the other hand ready to release the clamp.
A pause, a beat whilst her eyes grew wide, then he pushed.
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This continues to astound me and speaks to my needs very well! Imaginative, brutal, erotic!
TheLimey
Governor
Chapter 28
It was if she had been electrocuted. As John pushed the needle vertically down through her right nipple, she came, explosively, her legs suddenly finding the strength to push her upright again, her head tossed back as she screamed at the sky.
John released the clamp and she screamed again, spasming now against the bondage. He felt her juices soak through his jodhpurs, and he jumped down from the stool for the moment, watching her thrash on the cross, more animal than human, until she slumped again, legs spread at the knees, her head lolling, saliva and tears dripping along with sweat from her down turned face, the after shocks from her orgasm still making her twist and shake in the frame.
He stepped forward, looked into her face, and saw the barely focused eyes, so he reached up, slapping her sharply, once, twice, until she was focusing again on him.
'One last needle, cunt....'
She swallowed, hard, but nodded, not trusting her voice to give an answer.
John removed the clamp first this time, and she cried out again, the ragged broken cry of someone beyond anything they had endured before.He hesitated a moment, but knew that this had to be competed, so he drove the needle home, one final orgasm ripping through Luci as he did, until she hung, trembling and sobbing.
John grabbed a bottle of water from Amber, and emptied it over Luci's head, and she moaned as the cold hit her overheated and overwhelmed body.
He grabbed a second bottle, climbing back onto the stool so he could hold her head back, tipping some of the contents into her mouth, keeping her head up until she actually swallowed some,, before he drank the rest himself.
'Thank you...Master..' her voice was a reedy shadow of itself.
John stepped down again, Monique approaching as he did.
'Incroyable!' she said, applauding as she did.
John looked on at Luci. Incroyable indeed. She hung from the cross, her body trembling with the stresses of the position, of the pain in her back, her legs and her tits. After the days they had spent here, the white skin of an English Winter had become tanned, her skin coated in sweat, looking like she had been oiled. The stainless steel skewers and needles in her breasts caught the light as she breathed in and out, drawing the eye to the little trickles of blood that ran from the punctures they made in her skin.
He had seen the beauty in her from the very start, but at each step of the way, from being his pony, to his submissive, and now, to truly being his slave, she had grown even more beautiful in his eyes. Monique had been right, this was a heady cocktail indeed.
-*-
'Master....?'
John put down his drink, stood up from the chair, and was by the still crucified Luci in two steps.
'What do you want, slave?'
'I... needed to know...you were there...'
'You didn't have to ask... I said I would be here.'
In the light of the torches around them, John saw her nod, before she dropped her head again.
'I've never done anything... so hard before, Master...' She shifted on the frame, groaning as tired muscles sent their signals of pain. 'I've climbed mountains, hung by my fingers from cracks on rock faces. I've free dived... Down into the ocean....no tanks, just a rope to guide me....'
'None of that comes close to this.... to what you have done to me....for me...' she took a deep breath. 'You've driven me to the highest....peaks of pleasure I've ever reached, and dropped me into the deepest pain......'
She laughed a little. 'Pain....pleasure... to me, just two sides of the same coin.... And you, Master, you're the one who gets to flip that coin...'
'No matter which way that coin lands....I....We...win'
It was if she had been electrocuted. As John pushed the needle vertically down through her right nipple, she came, explosively, her legs suddenly finding the strength to push her upright again, her head tossed back as she screamed at the sky.
John released the clamp and she screamed again, spasming now against the bondage. He felt her juices soak through his jodhpurs, and he jumped down from the stool for the moment, watching her thrash on the cross, more animal than human, until she slumped again, legs spread at the knees, her head lolling, saliva and tears dripping along with sweat from her down turned face, the after shocks from her orgasm still making her twist and shake in the frame.
He stepped forward, looked into her face, and saw the barely focused eyes, so he reached up, slapping her sharply, once, twice, until she was focusing again on him.
'One last needle, cunt....'
She swallowed, hard, but nodded, not trusting her voice to give an answer.
John removed the clamp first this time, and she cried out again, the ragged broken cry of someone beyond anything they had endured before.He hesitated a moment, but knew that this had to be competed, so he drove the needle home, one final orgasm ripping through Luci as he did, until she hung, trembling and sobbing.
John grabbed a bottle of water from Amber, and emptied it over Luci's head, and she moaned as the cold hit her overheated and overwhelmed body.
He grabbed a second bottle, climbing back onto the stool so he could hold her head back, tipping some of the contents into her mouth, keeping her head up until she actually swallowed some,, before he drank the rest himself.
'Thank you...Master..' her voice was a reedy shadow of itself.
John stepped down again, Monique approaching as he did.
'Incroyable!' she said, applauding as she did.
John looked on at Luci. Incroyable indeed. She hung from the cross, her body trembling with the stresses of the position, of the pain in her back, her legs and her tits. After the days they had spent here, the white skin of an English Winter had become tanned, her skin coated in sweat, looking like she had been oiled. The stainless steel skewers and needles in her breasts caught the light as she breathed in and out, drawing the eye to the little trickles of blood that ran from the punctures they made in her skin.
He had seen the beauty in her from the very start, but at each step of the way, from being his pony, to his submissive, and now, to truly being his slave, she had grown even more beautiful in his eyes. Monique had been right, this was a heady cocktail indeed.
-*-
'Master....?'
John put down his drink, stood up from the chair, and was by the still crucified Luci in two steps.
'What do you want, slave?'
'I... needed to know...you were there...'
'You didn't have to ask... I said I would be here.'
In the light of the torches around them, John saw her nod, before she dropped her head again.
'I've never done anything... so hard before, Master...' She shifted on the frame, groaning as tired muscles sent their signals of pain. 'I've climbed mountains, hung by my fingers from cracks on rock faces. I've free dived... Down into the ocean....no tanks, just a rope to guide me....'
'None of that comes close to this.... to what you have done to me....for me...' she took a deep breath. 'You've driven me to the highest....peaks of pleasure I've ever reached, and dropped me into the deepest pain......'
She laughed a little. 'Pain....pleasure... to me, just two sides of the same coin.... And you, Master, you're the one who gets to flip that coin...'
'No matter which way that coin lands....I....We...win'