Sister Katherine (34 page)

The strands worked their way up her back, though Miv carefully avoided the area around her kidneys.  Torment sizzled where the long leather thongs slapped against her skin, and real agony burrowed in where the ends struck, as if they dug tiny holes into her flesh.  Katherine moaned.  It hurt, and she jerked with each blow.

Simdow chuckled.  Instead of sounding humorous, the noise he made contained danger.  “She’s beginning to dance for you, my Nobek.”

“I see that.  She moves beautifully under my
sedul
, doesn’t she?”

The lashes moved down again, striping her back and ass with searing trails of pain.  They went further down to lick at her thighs.  The pain was exquisite, and Katherine’s moans became louder cries.

Simdow and Vadef each held an arm, keeping her in place as the whipping landed hard and fast.  Katherine couldn’t remain still as the backs of her legs seemed to catch on fire.  She jerked, sobbing and wailing as Miv’s flogger flew, racing up and down from her thighs to her shoulders and back down again.

Her skin where the strands landed was in agony.  Yet, she was fiercely aroused as well, with her sex gushing honey as the heat from the discipline traveled deep inside to warm her womanhood.

Miv gave Katherine exactly what she needed.  He gifted her with real pain, good pain, the kind that eclipsed the aching in her chest.  It canceled out the agony of losing her little ones for the moment, washing away her tears as her entire being became centered in the now.  At last what she desired most of all happened.  The pain rose to where she thought she could endure no more, to the point where she must tell her Nobek to stop.  It was then that endorphins flooded her brain and drove her consciousness away from the torture.

Her mind untethered, the pain of the scourging receding to an unimportant pulsing of warmth and glowing intensity.  Now all Katherine knew was the strength of the men holding her for the punishment that she must endure for their pleasure and hers.  The aroma of their arousal filled her nostrils, telling her she served them well.  Her jerks from the tails biting her flesh were all instinctual now, and she strained back to welcome Miv’s flogger as much as her body fought to escape it. 

Katherine’s cries were equal parts pain and pleasure as her Nobek took her to task.  Well-being cascaded through her head, a sense of utter peace where nothing terrible could intrude.  She was safe and secure here.  Her husbands were there with her, and they loved her.  They loved her enough to take control from her, to allow her to escape all responsibility, to let her put herself in their hands.

Vadef and Simdow drew closer to her as Miv kept her in that good place, each man supporting her with one hand while they stroked her body.  The caresses to her breasts and sex added to the growing heat in her core.  Though the flogger continued to fall over her back, butt, and thighs, Katherine knew nothing but pleasure.  Fingers dove into the pool of moisture at its source while a thumb rubbed her clit.  More fingers tugged her nipples, bringing searing bliss bolting from those places straight to her pussy.  Katherine stood there on trembling legs and took it all, surrendering herself to their dominance.

Heat; heat everywhere, gathering within to coalesce to one bright spot low in her belly.  Vadef’s fingers dove deep inside her, the two digits curling to find the cluster of nerves that transmitted the heavy pleasure of his touch to make the bright spot burn greater still.  His thumb flicked her clit as Simdow leaned down to suck one breast deep into his mouth.  The Dramok’s cat-scratchy tongue rubbed insistently over the nipple, sending lightning bolts to feed that hot, growing bloom of nirvana.

The heat blossomed into an inferno, flaring out from the center of Katherine’s womb to billow out and out and out, filling her with its glare.  Every cell pulsed ecstasy in its wake, simultaneously igniting her body with passion and robbing her of strength.  Her limbs seemed to melt in the conflagration, and she was dimly aware of the arms of iron surrounding her, keeping her from falling to the floor.

That knowledge was far away and unimportant as delight seared her through and through.  Katherine felt she had been transformed into the sun’s corona, glowing white hot and seething power.

As the gorgeous light slowly dimmed, she became aware of her surroundings once again.  The men held her up between themselves, surrounding her.  Miv had ended the flogging, and now his lips traveled over the stinging places his leather had kissed first.  Vadef and Simdow also kissed her, their mouths finding her face and breasts over and over.

“Love me,” Katherine invited in a weak voice, desiring to serve them as well as they’d served her.

“After we’ve treated the welts,” Simdow whispered.  “Miv did well?”

“Perfect.  Thank you so much.”  She turned her head to smile at him.

“Whenever you are in need, my Matara, you have only to ask,” he assured her.

They smoothed a soothing cream over the light red marks striping her flesh, something medicinal that would take away the pain and promote quick healing.  Then Katherine rewarded the men the best way she knew how.

“How may I show you my gratitude?” she asked.

Three sets of eyes widened.  The smell of cinnamon rose until it was almost chokingly thick. 

As Simdow and Miv contemplated her, Vadef’s eyes suddenly lit with a savage gleam.  “My Dramok, I have an idea.”

“Yes, Vadef?”

“First, I think she should be restrained in such a way that she can still serve us all.”

“The bed,” the Nobek said.

Simdow nodded.  “Go to the sleeping room, Katherine.”

Katherine still felt mostly floaty, but the excitement in Vadef’s face and the uncharacteristic feral anticipation on his face gave her a moment of pause.  Her hesitation fled when Miv smacked her ass.  The strike was light, almost tender, but it woke her welts to burn.  Katherine quickly preceded the men into the bedroom.

“Kneel on the bed,” Miv told her.  He moved to a bank of drawers set in the wall. 

Katherine did as she was told.  A moment later, Miv stood over her with black cords.  He looked at Vadef questioningly.

“Ankles to wrists,” the Imdiko said.  He went to the drawers next and began to rummage.

With a slight smile and a raised brow, Miv set about securing Katherine’s right wrist to her right ankle. 

“You’re – you’re tying me up?”  Katherine frowned.  This was certainly odd.

Miv winked at her.  “As a game.  Some find being restrained exciting.  You’ve liked us holding you down in the past.”

“Oh.”  It was rather titillating, Katherine thought.  She’d been aroused before by being made helpless as they enjoyed her.  This time was no exception either.  Her sex was warming once again, as if anticipating her vulnerability and what it would mean.

Miv tested the tightness of the cord he’d used.  “Is your circulation all right, my love?” he asked.  “There’s no numbness or tingling, is there?”

“No, I’m all right.”  She blinked up at him.  “What is Vadef planning on?”

He grinned.  “I have no idea.  I look forward to finding out.”

Miv repeated the binds on her left side.  Katherine pulled at them and discovered they were well tied.  She couldn’t slip out.  Her nervous excitement edged up a notch, filling her stomach with ticklish warmth.  She found herself acutely aware of how helpless she’d been made, and being tied up gave her concern.  She looked up worriedly at Simdow.

He tilted his head.  “You do trust us, don’t you?”

Katherine nodded slowly.  “I do, but … I am nervous since I don’t know what’s going to happen.”

“Nervous is fine.”  He caressed her cheek.  “Testing boundaries can be very exciting, my Matara.  Seeing you surrender to us despite not knowing what to expect is a delight.”

“It is?”  She swallowed.  She really was anxious over her ignorance of what they would do to her, but she liked pleasing them. 

“Nothing makes me happier,” Simdow assured her.

Katherine drew a deep breath.  She wanted them happy.

“Slip a sock on,” Vadef said, joining them.  His hands were full of thin, transparent tubes.  No, sheaths.  Sheaths shaped like the men’s cocks.

He also held a vial of emerald green liquid with an atomizer spray attachment.  Seeing what Vadef had brought out from the drawer brought chuckles from the other two.

“Ready to be on the giving end of this particular game, are you my Imdiko?” Miv snickered.  He opened his formsuit from throat to groin, allowing his hardening cocks to escape.  A couple of strokes from his hand had him ready to slide on one of the sheaths.  He did so, the covering encasing his still growing erection.

Simdow followed suit.  His and Vadef’s grins seemed particularly devilish to Katherine, and her worry edged up a notch.

“What game?” she asked.  “Why are you putting those on?  What’s in the bottle?”

“Curious girl,” Simdow said, his voice verging on a growl.  “You’ll find out very soon.”

Before she could ask anything else, he reached down and shoved his fingers in her sex.  Katherine yelped her surprise at the abrupt invasion.  After a couple of thrusts, Simdow moved his dripping fingers to her anus.  He worked to stretch her for intercourse there.

Meanwhile, Vadef sprayed the green liquid on Miv’s sheathed penis.  Katherine noted the Imdiko took care to not let the oily substance land on any exposed skin.  Then he repeated the spraying on Simdow’s erect and covered flesh.

Finally, he took a fistful of Katherine’s hair and pulled her head back.  She wasn’t able to move in his grip.  She made a sound of protest but didn’t struggle.  It was just a game, they’d said.  They would never harm her.

She felt a spray of liquid on her breasts and tensed.  It was wet, but otherwise it seemed to do nothing.  Katherine let herself relax.

Simdow disengaged his fingers from her butt.  With a wicked grin, Vadef sprayed Katherine’s sex left open by her spread legs.

Katherine wondered what the substance was.  Perhaps some sort of lubricant, since Simdow and Miv’s male flesh and its naturally exuded moisture was now encased in the ‘socks’ that Vadef had given them.

The Imdiko watched her, still holding her head so that her face tilted up towards his.  She squirmed a little under that piercing gaze.  What was he waiting for?

An instant later, ice cold enveloped her breasts, stealing her breath away.  Seconds later, her sex went frigid.

Katherine’s mouth dropped open and she cried out.  Her ears filled with the chuckles of the men.

“A bit cool, my Matara?” Vadef asked.  “Here.  Let me warm you back up.”

He leaned down and breathed a waft of air against one tightened nipple.  The flesh flamed with heat and she cried out again.  She tried to pull free, but with her wrists bound to her ankles and Vadef immobilizing her head, Katherine had no way to escape.

Another breath brought her other breast to violent warmth.  Now her body warred with the opposing heat of her breasts and the aching cold of her sex.  It wasn’t exactly comfortable, but it wasn’t unpleasant either.  She’d never been so aware of her more intimate parts before.

Miv leaned down out of her sight.  A puff of air sent fiery delight blazing through her sex.  Katherine yelped.  Juices poured from her as the heat brought her guts to the boiling point.

For a few moments, Katherine lost all sense of her surroundings as her body attempted to figure out if this sensitivity was a good or bad thing.  As her breasts and pussy cooled, edging back into that iciness, she became aware of the men looking down at her, knowing smiles teasing at their lips.  She panted, staring at them and beginning to writhe as frigid cold once more stabbed at her where Vadef had sprayed.

“A different pleasurable agony from scourging, isn’t it, my Matara?” Simdow asked.

Katherine whimpered from the freezing shards stabbing into her flesh.  It was torment all right, but like being tied up or lashed, it enticed her into arousal as well.  Especially since it was these three men doing it to her.  She was so twisted inside from the mix of arousal and discomfort she couldn’t speak.

Simdow breathed on her breasts again, and once more her skin combusted, blasting the harsh cold from her chest.  Insanely hot up top, almost unbearably cold down below.  She was helpless to escape any of it. 

The men alternated, letting her breasts freeze up again and turning her crotch into a furnace.  Then daggers of ice invaded her core while her breasts were brought to scorching.  Katherine’s cries were pained, pleasured, pleading, wanting.  Her thoughts ceased to exist as the men tormented her.  There was only intense feeling and mounting arousal, swallowing up her very consciousness.

Then Simdow’s mouth closed over her breast.  He sucked and ran his rough-textured tongue over the swollen nipple.

Billions of prickles, like effervescent bubbles in a glass of champagne, cascaded through the mound.  Katherine drew in a startled cry as tingles exploded with almost needle-like stabs of ticklish sensation.

Had her body been confused before?  Now it was in full riot with the thrilling jabs in one breast, the aching cold of the other, and the raging heat of her mound.  She twisted violently in the arms that held her, her instincts unable to decide if she should run or stay.  It made no difference; she was trapped and tied.

“Completely out of her head now,” someone said.  The words made no sense to Katherine. 

“I know the feeling.  I never know whether to worship you two or hate you when you do this to me.”

Laughter greeted the nonsensical comment.  “Taste her,” another voice commanded.  “I want to hear her scream.”

A mouth closed on Katherine’s sex.  A tongue stroked her nether lips and over her clit once.  The vicious bubbling exploded there.

Katherine’s mouth strained wide as she shot to the verge of orgasm.  She didn’t know if sound came from it; her whole world was consumed in the savage, tearing brutality of pleasure.  She only came to the edge.  The mouth retreated, leaving her teetering, balancing on the rim of complete dissolution.  Chill slowly crept back in, chasing release away.

Katherine’s thoughts still would not reassemble, but she was aware that something was now in her mouth, something that covered her teeth and held her jaw open.  She might have realized it was a sort of brace had she the presence of mind to think.  She did not.  She only knew she couldn’t close her mouth now, an issue secondary to the crazed feelings of her body.