The strapping began again, hard blows falling on her ass cheeks. Now, in addition to not letting go, she had to hold this overtly sexual position, and not jump up or clench her legs together at each punishing, sharp strike. A few times he aimed so the edge of the strap licked around her pussy and the inside of her thighs. The second time he did that, she cried and she did start begging.
“Please...please, Master!”
“Please?” He pretended confusion. “Harder? Would you like to be strapped harder?”
“No, Master. Please! You’re hurting me so much.” Even as she said the words, she wanted to take them back. She was being a selfish, weak slave. He cracked her again, right across her backside.
“I’m hurting you because I want to. And because you need it. You know that.”
Crack!
“Apologize for the whining.”
“I’m sorry, Master,” she sobbed. “Please hurt me as much as it pleases you.”
“Thank you, I will.”
Crack! Whack!
He rained down stinging slaps in succession until her whole ass felt like it was on fire. Had she thought the whipping on the back of her thighs was the bad thing? Because this was growing significantly worse. Still, she didn’t dare complain again. Instead her begging turned inward.
Please, please, let this be over soon. Please let me endure this.
Just at her limit, just when she thought she would have to give up and break role and throw herself at his feet for mercy, he stopped.
“Good girl. Don’t move.”
Molly went limp, clinging to the bar. Her skin simmered. The aching throb in her ass and thighs bloomed to almost painful lust in her pussy. After he finished putting away the cane and strap, he came to stand behind her. She heard him unzip his jeans, heard the rustle of them falling to the floor. She couldn’t even bear to look...she was that excited. Her legs were still spread, her pussy and ass waiting and available for him. Either one, either hole. She’d take him either place just for the relief of feeling him drive into her and give her some release.
From behind, he poked his cock against her slippery center. Teasing, just teasing. She moaned and arched back to him. He chuckled, squeezing her sore ass cheeks. She felt humiliated but she didn’t care. He moved behind her and his cock poked against the soreness of her punished flesh. She was still, letting him hurt or please her as he willed.
“Good girl,” he repeated, more warmly this time. “Don’t let go.” His hands slid up her waist, then higher to cup her breasts. He squeezed them, capturing the tight peaks between his fingertips and hurting her again. Oh, God, it felt so good.
“Please. Please, Master,” she whispered very quietly. Maybe it was just her lips moving, forming the words.
Please, please, please.
He’d spread his legs too, so he was down on level with her. He used the extra leverage to impale her quickly and brutally on his cock. Well, it would have been brutal except that she was so prepared for him. He slid through her juices until he was balls deep, and then he was fucking her hard, grasping her hips and riding her like a toy. Each stroke was heaven to Molly. He ground against her g-spot as he drilled into her sensitive pussy lips.
She braced against the bar as his thrusts quickened. He was using her, marking her. This was a celebration of her surrender to him and their joy. Joy that they fulfilled each other, that they were so perfectly matched. His cock seemed to swell in her, so every movement was more ecstasy, more shimmering sensation. “Master, please, may I come? Your cock feels so good inside me.”
“Yes, you can come.” His words came out in a guttural grunt. “Let Master feel how thankful you are to be taking his cock. Let me feel it.”
She contracted around his pounding shaft, his force and grasping hands spinning out the release, fanning the flames so the climax went on and on. She was so far gone she barely registered his own completion. He pressed against her back and held her hard, thrusting so deeply her feet were lifted from the floor. His lengthy, shuddery groan pretty much summed up her feelings at the moment. Even when he relaxed, he didn’t let her go. She drifted, his body a firm, reassuring wall behind her.
“Oh, Master,” she whispered.
“Oh, Jesus,” he replied, slipping away from her with a sigh. Molly hated the feeling of emptiness left behind. She didn’t want this scene to end. They’d played many times in the last few months but this was the first scene where he’d treated her like his slave, taking what he wanted, making her endure more than she thought she could take. She feared the moment when he’d leave her, when he released her from his control. She’d just found her way back to this place she lived for, and she didn’t want to leave it yet.
Her Master crouched and turned her face to his, stroked her still-slightly-damp cheek. His gaze searched her features. She tried to compose her face into some semblance of servitude or submission, but she was still a mess. Still breathless, still aching for his closeness. Whatever he saw, it seemed to please him. He nodded at her hands.
“You can let go now.”
She hadn’t realized she was still grasping the bars. Her legs were still spread too, her whole body locked in the position he’d placed it in. When she let go of the bars she didn’t know where to put her hands.
Wake up, girl. Snap out of it.
She clasped them in front of her, then spread them on his chest when he hauled her up against him. He licked one cheek, then kissed her on both eyes with light, breathy kisses. He drew her closer and plundered her mouth, one hand twisting in her hair. He pulled away as suddenly as he engaged her and the corner of his mouth twitched in what might have been the ghost of a satisfied smile.
“What a good slavegirl you are. I enjoyed marking you and fucking you, and coming deep inside you.”
“Yes, Master,” she said when he looked at her expectantly. “I’m thankful that I pleased you.”
He still watched her. She trembled a little. Before, they’d do a scene and he’d let her go. She didn’t want to go now. She wanted his control around her like a shield, like a blanket keeping her warm a little longer. She knew she couldn’t expect constant control from him. Even her old Master had gone off to work and left her to her own devices much of the day.
“I think I’ll put you in the cage for a little while,” he finally said. “You can rest and think about how much your ass and legs ache. Would you like that?”
She knew the question was rhetorical, that he would do as he liked, but she automatically answered “Yes, Master.”
“And you can think about Master fucking your ass later, just before dinner, and how sore you’ll be sitting on your spanked, fucked ass while we eat. I think I’ll make it a real ass-reaming,” he mused, ostensibly to himself. Molly tensed in delicious anticipation and fear.
“Yes, Master. Whatever you wish.”
“Well, go on. Back to my room.”
He offered her his arm to steady her. Her legs still weren’t working quite right yet, or maybe they were already trembling over what was coming next. Molly had been great at anal sex when she’d been a full time slave but she’d have to get back into practice now. Somehow she knew Master Mephisto would make it his immediate mission to bring her up to speed.
In his room she walked to the familiar, large cage in the corner. It was lined with blankets so it wasn’t like lying on the hard floor, but it wasn’t exactly a cozy haven either. She crawled into the enclosure, curling up on her side since she couldn’t stretch out straight.
“Oh, no,” Mephisto said. “On your back. I want you to feel that sore ass while you’re thinking about what’s coming.” He reached in and tapped her thigh. “Legs spread too.”
She drew in a breath and complied, her completely satiated body now betraying her by getting white-hot horny again. She looked over at her Master, let him see her frustration—and her arousal. His only answer was pleased laughter.
“You little wanton. Don’t dare think of passing the time in there playing with your wet, hungry pussy. There will be times I’ll make you do that so I can watch, but this is not one of those times.” He indicated a small camera set into the ceiling. “Behave.”
“Yes, Master.” Molly shifted her hips forward a little and then resigned herself to lying on her sore ass until...well...until he came for her.
It was deliciously simple in a way. Deliciously sexy. She was his captured, thrilled slave, completely at his mercy. It was exactly what she craved.
Mephisto forced himself from the room, forced himself back out to the play space where he could think again. He drifted around putting out candles, remembering her softly spoken words.
I want to please you, Master. However I can.
He’d almost splooged right in his jeans when she said that, only because he understood she meant it. Even without her wide expressive eyes, the sincerity in her voice...he knew. Other slaves could talk as prettily as Molly, but with them it was posturing. Play. Molly
meant
it, even as tears had gathered in her eyes at the thought of being tortured with the cane.
As if. As if he could have punished her so harshly after that heart—and cock—wrenching display of submission to his will.
Now his obedient, beautiful slave was stored away, more for her protection than anything else. He’d been ready for round two about three seconds after round one was over, but he demanded the same control of himself that he demanded of her. He would have torn her ass up with the wildness he felt at that moment. Anyway, it was better for both of them to wait, to anticipate. He went to his desk and glanced at the monitor window open on his computer screen. She was still on her back, her legs still spread to his specifications. Ah, God, it was so goddamn hard to wait.
Every so often she stretched and braced her legs against the bars, but even then she kept her thighs spread. That was the kind of slave she was. She would sooner maim herself than disobey. It was a virtue—but also a danger. It was the reason it would have been really hard for Mephisto to entrust her into another Master’s care, even though he’d thought many times of who he could steer her toward if she wouldn’t agree to be his. Fortunately he wouldn’t have to do that any longer. Clayton had struggled with the same fear, Mephisto knew. He’d thought about Clayton a lot today. Clay would have been happy to know how things panned out.
Mephisto looked over his digital to-do list. At the bottom he added
Collar for Molly
. After a moment he also typed
Chastity belt?
He looked over at Molly on the cam again and deleted the chastity belt note. Eventually, yes. At the moment, no. Hell no. So many other pleasures to enjoy for now. After he enjoyed conquering her little asshole, it would be time for dinner, and then Club Mephisto’s employees would start arriving. Patrons would fill his club, set about driving one another wild, but Mephisto had a feeling he would still be thinking about Molly.
He decided he would make her lie under his desk that night during club hours, perhaps even blindfold her. When he craved her, when he needed release, he’d go sit at his desk and she could service him, hidden from view. Ah, that was hot and she would love it. Maybe he’d put her in a double dildo harness and let her finger herself while she sucked his cock. If she could bring herself off before he finished, he’d give her some reward above and beyond a mouthful of his cum...
His sexual imagination was endless. His patience was not. He got so rigid imagining scenarios that any further work became impossible. He stood and stalked to the bedroom. As soon as he entered, Molly’s eyes latched onto his, then dropped to his engorged, jutting cock.
Yes, little kitten, this is going in your ass shortly. Like, a minute from now.
He was still every bit as naked as she was, which was fortuitous, since in its rock solid state, his cock might have busted right though the denim of his jeans.
He crossed the room and yanked the cage door open, pulled his slave out, and bent her over the bed. It occurred to him perhaps he should have prepared her with a plug first, made her wear it while she waited in the cage. But then, she would enjoy this more if it hurt a little. He let her wait while he crossed to the bureau to grab a condom. He added just a thin sheen of lube to what was already there and ogled her ass and thighs as he returned to stand behind her. Beautiful marks, and they would deepen by tomorrow.
He grabbed a cheek in each hand and squeezed hard, kneading her bruises. She groaned and ground her hips against the edge of his bed.
“Give me your hands.” His sharp request sounded suspiciously like a snarl. “Put them behind you.”
She reached back and he circled her wrists, holding them tight in one fist. With the other hand, he pressed the head of his shaft against her little, spasming hole.
“You won’t make this difficult for Master, will you?” he asked with an edge of warning. “I don’t want to force my way in, but I will if I have to.”
She whimpered, her legs tensing. He pressed her hands down firmly at the small of her back and eased partway in. Good God, she was so hot, so tight. An animal sound tore from his throat, pent up desire finally released. She stretched around him, her body quivering as she struggled to accommodate his size. She made quiet sounds of distress, but nothing dire enough to make him retreat.
“Good girl. Good girl...” he crooned softly. “Be a good girl and take Master’s fat cock in your ass. It feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes...Yes, Master,” she gasped through tightly clenched lips.
“Beg for me to go deeper.”
“Master, please, fuck me deeper!”
“Beg for me to drive in all the way,” he said, squeezing her wrists when she fidgeted under him. “Beg me to fuck you hard.”
“Please, Master, drive in me all the way, balls deep. Fuck me hard, even if it hurts me.”
He slapped her ass, causing her ring to clench around the head of his cock. “I won’t hurt you too badly, kitten. But I’ll hurt you enough to show you who’s in charge.”
He slid deeper, the sadist in him thrilling to the sound of her drawn out hiss. She went up on her toes as he bottomed out in her, the lube on the condom only slightly smoothing the way. He sawed out and in again, bumping his hips against her red ass. Finally he felt her relax and accept him. When he could enter and leave her with less resistance, he increased his pace, drilling her, feeling a delicious, brutal tension swirl in his balls. Assfucking offered so many pleasures. The tightness, the resistance, and the fact that it was nearly impossible to assfuck a woman without tumbling her down into a submissive place.