Dark Erotic Fiction

The story so far:
Rita’s Choice: Jan 2006
Rita’s Choice: Chapter 2 Jan 2006
Rita’s Choice: Chapter 3 Feb 2006
Rita’s Choice: Chapter 4 Mar 2006
Sasha’s Choice: Chapter 1 Mar 2006
Sasha’s Choice: Chapter 2 Apr 2006
Sasha’s Choice: Chapter 3 May 2006
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When Shadow arrived home with Sasha in tow, he brought her to the living room. Without preamble, he ordered her to her knees. When she was on her knees, he motioned to a stuffed armchair, saying, “I want you kneeling in front of that.” She rose from her knees and walked to the chair, then knelt again. Shadow was carrying the riding crop he had used on her a few minutes ago and began slapping it into his open palm. Sasha heard the noise, but didn ´t understand what it portended.

He went to the toy cabinet and withdrew cuffs and rope. He placed the cuffs on her ankles, then ordered her to stand again, telling her to stand behind the chair. When she was in position, he bound her ankles to the chair legs, holding them nicely separated. He tied some rope to her collar and pulled her forward and down so she was bent over the back of the chair. He tied the rope to the front legs, holding her in position. He went behind her, and as soon as he did, she began to get nervous. Why did he order me to kneel, and then change me into this position? Why not just do this first? Why hasn ´t he put the whip down? I don ´t like this, especially considering the position he has me in.

Shadow stood behind her and rubbed the smooth curve of her ass with his hand. His finger drifted between her legs. She was dry, as he expected. He stood back from her, at a comfortable swinging distance and asked, “Slave, did I order you to kneel when we came in?”

“Yes master, you did. And I immediately complied”

“Then I ordered you to kneel in front of this chair.”

“Yes, and I again responded immediately to your order.”

Shadow gave her a vertical slice with the whip that drove it between the cheeks of her ass. She howled from the pain as much as from the fright of the unexpected hit. Why the hell did he whip me? Just for fun? Or did I do something wrong? I didn ´t do anything…did I answer wrong? Shadow said nothing.

“Did I order you to stand?”

“No, but I had to…..” Before she could finish her statement, Shadow again struck her, this time twice, just below the curve of her ass where her legs began. She cried in anguish. Why is he dong this? Because I stood up? Yeah, he asked if he ordered me to stand; he didn ´t and I did. I guess I wasn ´t supposed to do that. I will have to be careful to not assume anything for a while. I will do only what I am told to do. OH SHIT!

After the ‘oh shit’ realization struck her, she quickly said, “Thank you master, that was three, may I please have another?”

Shadow thought about her actions for a minute, then asked, “Have you learned anything now, slave?”

“Yes, master, I think I have learned a lot just now.”

“Tell me.”

“I should pay careful attention to what you tell me to do, and I should not assume anything you do not command. Also, I must pay more attention to my general behavior, because I almost forgot to count the strokes you are giving me.”

Shadow absently nodded his head, pleased with the responses. He untied her and allowed her to stand upright. As soon as she was freed, she quickly moved to the front of the chair and dropped to her knees, as she had been ordered to before the whipping. When she was on the floor, she looked at Shadow and spoke again. “I hope that whipping me has made you as horny as it has made me, and that I can now provide sexual service to you master.”

Shadow was a bit taken aback by that. Heeyy, she is really good. Not only did she remember, but she put a great spin on it. A bit overblown perhaps, but nicely put, overall. She has definite possibilities.

Eager to try out his new toy, Shadow opened his fly and sat in the chair. Sasha wasted no time and immediately leaned forward to take his hard cock into her mouth. She closed her lips around him, then began bobbing her head in the classic blowjob motion. She didn ´t use her tongue, but made up for that lack with general energy. Shadow watched her for a few minutes, fighting to retain control and to prolong the pleasure. Finally he closed his eyes and rested his head against the back of the chair, allowing himself to be caught up in the rapture of the blowjob he was getting from a beautiful woman. It didn ´t take him too long to reach his climax. Despite her relative newness to the life of slavery, Sasha made no attempt to avoid the eruption of cum into her mouth. She swallowed it quickly, with no apparent distaste. She licked and sucked his softening cock without being told to.

The blowjob had been amateurish, but Sasha had still impressed Shadow with her willingness and apparent desire to do well. Once she gets some training in specific techniques she might be quite good. No time like the present.

Shadow got up and went to the toy cabinet to retrieve the cock-sucking training device he had used on Rita the first time he had met her. He rigged everything up, including the new scoring system Nancy had added to it. Since the device was already sensing the trainee ´s actions and compliance with meeting the demands of the program in order to determine the need for triggering the punishment dildo, Nancy reasoned it was a simple matter to track and measure that. That would easily be converted to a percentage of compliance rating, or, said another way, a score. Sasha would be graded on her efforts with the cock-sucking trainer, and a trainee file would be maintained that would record her continuing level of improvement as the training progressed with harder and harder programs. Nancy even had plans to devise an overall training regimen. With that, once the slave ´s name was entered into the computer, it would determine when she was last trained on it, what program she had done, her record of progress and hence what program was appropriate for the session she was about to receive. It would also determine the level of shocks the punishment dildo should deliver, increasing the overall intensity of them for slow learners.

Shadow gave Sasha a quick overview of the machine, including explaining how she was to interpret the moving lights, and what would happen if she failed. He then shoved the punishment dildo into her pussy, attached her collar to the machine and turned it on. He watched her work at sucking the dildo for the first few minutes of operation.

With Sasha secured and lustily sucking on the dildo, he simply said to her, “I am going to get your sister. When I return, we can begin your training in earnest.” With that, he walked out, leaving her to wonder what ‘training in earnest’ might mean. Her momentary inattention caused her to miss a shift in the sucking pattern and a hard shock to her pussy brought her mind back to her work.

As he rode down in the elevator, heading for his car, he pulled his cell phone out and made a call.

“Spellbook Slaves, how may I help you?”

“Hi Ingrid, it’s Rita’s owner.”

There was a slight pause at the other end while Ingrid made sense of that unexpected opening to a conversation. After an instant, it clicked. “Sir Shadow, how nice to hear from you.”, she said honestly pleased. “May I take it from that statement that her true ownership is no longer a secret?”

“Yes, Ingrid, you may. In fact, that is why I am calling. I am coming to pick her up and I have two favors to ask.”

Ingrid presumed on their friendly association and interjected a comment before he had the chance to say what he wanted. “I will be delighted to give her a going away whipping. How many hours shall I allocate to that pleasant task?”

Shadow shook his head in wonder, ever amazed at the depth of resentment Rita evoked from the group at Spellbook. “I am sorry to disappoint you, but that is not one of the favors. But because you have been so cooperative in the past, if you wish to make use of the next hour and a half or so until I get there, you may use her as you wish.” Shadow paused, allowing Ingrid to respond.

“Mike is out of the office right now, and I happen to have a light morning planned, so I shall take you up on that kind offer. I guess I owe you another one or two for this. What does that bring me to that I owe you…four…five? Lets make it an even half dozen, ok?”;

Shadow laughed, “You are too generous, but I will collect one when I get there. In the meantime, would you dress Rita for me when you are done playing with her and make arrangements for somebody to drive my car back to my apartment? I plan to take a long walk with Rita, and bringing her home by walking will be perfect.”

“Gee, Sir Shadow, I would love to comply, but dress her? We don’t have anything painful to wear.”

“Thank you for being so diligent, Ingrid, but allow me to worry about her pain. What I want you to do is put her in high heels. The strap on kind, so she can’t kick them off. Make them pretty high. Enough that a long walk will be tough on her. Then I want her arms tied behind her back. Lets say forearms together, parallel to the ground. You know the tie…the one where each wrist is tied to the other arm’s elbow.”

“I do indeed”, she interrupted. “Its actually quite comfortable for long periods. I know that from personal experience.”

“Then a harness ball gag. That should do it.”

“No nipple clamps?” Ingrid questioned hopefully. “We have a real bitch of a pair here, that in self-defense, I would love to see go out the door. Especially on her. For a nice looong walk.”

“They are really bad?”

“Give ‘em ten seconds and they hurt like hell,” she confirmed.

“Well, ok,” he conceded. “Put them on, but I will probably not make her wear them the entire time. I have something else planned.” Thinking about it as he spoke with Ingrid, he became more enamored with that idea. “Yeah… yeah, that will work out well, thank you for suggesting it.”

“My pleasure. Should I tell Rita she has a new owner? And who it is?”

“Whatever pleases you most, Ingrid, it no longer matters and I don’t care.” He closed his phone and got into his car. As soon as he was done with this meeting, he could go to Spellbook and pick up Rita. These meetings were fun, but what they called a short meeting usually meant only that it would be less than two hours. A long meeting meant bring something to eat. This was supposed to be a short one.

Ingrid tidied up her desk, made sure there was nothing she had overlooked that needed attention, then when she was satisfied that she was clear for a while, went to fetch Rita from the dog cage she had been living in for the past week. When she got to the cage, Ingrid picked up a box of dog biscuits she had gotten for the sole purpose of tormenting and humiliating Rita. She took a bone-shaped biscuit out of the box and held one end through the wires of the cage. From frequent repetition over the past week, Rita knew she had to take the biscuit from Ingrid’s fingers, using only her mouth, and then eat it. She despised the taste of them. Thankfully, her water bowl was kept full, so she could take a drink and rinse the taste out of her mouth somewhat. She didn’t understand why she was given the luxury of a full water bowl, but she was thankful for it, nonetheless. In truth, since somebody else owned her, Mike had insisted on that minimal level of care out of a sense of obligation to Shadow.

As she unlocked the cage, Ingrid said, “You look cramped, Bitch. You need to stretch your legs.” Rita was sure that meant she was going to be placed on a rack and tortured by being stretched very painfully. It wasn’t until Ingrid began tying her arms behind her back that she realized something else was going to happen. Ingrid had decided to tie Rita the way Shadow wanted her. She reasoned there was no point in spending the time to tie her twice, it would only mean that much less time to play with her victim. When each of Rita’s wrists were securely fastened to the opposite elbow, and wrapped with rope in between, Ingrid informed Rita that they were going to play a game. To Rita’s complete surprise, Ingrid led the way into the comfortable living room in the residential portion of the building. The only times previously Rita had been allowed in this area had been when Mike wanted to fuck her. And that had happened only a few times right after she was converted. Ingrid began to explain the game rules.

“We are going to play ‘Diving For Pearls’. You probably have only played this game against other slaves, but since no other slaves are available at the moment, you will play against the clock.” Rita had never even heard of the game, let alone played it against others, but that wasn’t the point, and both women knew it. Ingrid waggled a box in the air, showing Rita the clock she meant. “I asked Mike to whip this up for me, since it is a bit unusual. It allows for three levels of experience, Novice, Regular, and Expert. The difference is simply that the higher levels speed everything up. Since I am sure you are good at it, we will go straight to Expert. When I press the Start button, a timer begins. The length of time it runs is somewhat random, so you will never know how long you will have before it runs out. When it does run out, it begins striking a chime…. faster at the Expert level of course, until this plate at the top in pressed. You will have to press it. I think I want you to use your breast to do that. I made this cover for it just for you to play this game. See, it has thumbtacks sticking up for you to place your tit against. When you fully depress the plate, the chimes stop and a new timer session begins. It will continue to alternate between timer and chimes until I turn it off.”

She eyed Rita critically, made a face of displeasure then continued. “Since you are going to use your breast to press the plate, I want you to do it straight-legged. You bend from the waist only, it looks better that way. That”s what the men think anyway, so you might as well practice doing it that way, in case you live long enough to play this for your new master. Oh, did I forget to tell you? You have a new owner. He’s coming to get you soon.” Rita’s eyes opened widely as she jerked her head around in shock to look at Ingrid. She bit back the question.
Ingrid feigned surprise when Rita remained silent. “Don’t you want to know who it is?” Rita remained silent. “Well, I will give you a hint: you will know who he is if I tell you his name.” Rita thought about that for a minute. Damn, that could be somebody I have met - a master who rented me - .it could even be that asshole who emcees the Horrible For Hotties show. Fuck! After Rita remained silent, Ingrid resumed.

“Since you are going to press the plate straight-legged, you should be wearing heels.” With that, she called another of the slaves into the room and instructed her to bring the pair of shoes that were in a certain location, but gave no additional description.

“Now, the way we play this game is this.” She picked up a string of pearls. For this string, the “pearls” were balls made from wood and were about an inch in diameter. Each ball had a hole drilled completely through it, and they were all threaded onto a string. One end of the string was knotted to prevent it from being pulled through the hole in the balls while the other end was covered with a hard coating to allow it to be pushed into the holes in the ball, and for the balls to be threaded onto the string. “I will toss these balls around the room. You will retrieve them and bring them back to me. Since you have to use your mouth to do that, you can only bring one at a time. When you get here, you will drop to your knees and I will hold my hand out for you to place the ball in the palm of my hand. Then you will stand, turn around and bend over, presenting your ass to me. I will thread the ball onto the string, then shove the ball up your ass. When I have done that, you are allowed to press the plate, resetting the timer, or stopping the chime, and to get another ball. You will want to hurry because you will receive one lash from my whip for each chime. I will keep count, then we will settle up the lashes you earned after you have retrieved all the balls. If I am in a good mood, and you have played well, I may give you alternatives to work off some of the lashes.”

Rita thought about the rules after Ingrid finished speaking. Clearly, she was going to get a whipping. She was pretty sure the timer and chime business would require her to run her ass off, but it would probably be possible to press the plate before the chimes began, at least some of the time. Pressing her breast onto the thumbtack points wouldn’t be fun, but neither would the whipping. The real key seemed to be having them shoved up her ass. It”s a natural reaction to clench the sphincter muscle when somebody tries to shove something into your ass, and holding the muscle closed is a sure way to increase the pain because when that somebody was named Ingrid there was no chance she would be gentle. But she might take her time, allowing the chime count to build up before shoving the “pearl” forcefully past the muscle. Rita knew she would have to relax her muscle and keep it that way until Ingrid completed the insertion.

By this time the slave returned with the shoes. Rita took one look at them and silently groaned. They were ankle-breaking, strap on, six-inch stiletto heels. These shoes were designed for standing around in a cocktail party and making legs look gorgeous, not for walking in, and certainly not for running around playing a game in. Unfortunately for Rita, she would do all of the above, except stand around at a cocktail party. When Rita was properly shod, Ingrid seated herself in one of the very comfortable stuffed armchairs and placed the timer on the table beside the chair. She slid all the balls off the string, allowing them to rest in her lap. She took one ball and tossed it across the room then turned the timer on. Without waiting for another instruction, Rita took off running to retrieve the ball. She heard some noises behind her as she ran, but she didn’t turn to see what the cause was.

Luckily, the ball hadn’t rolled under other furniture and she was able to easily pick it up with her mouth. She grabbed it with her teeth, lurched back to her feet and raced back to where Ingrid was seated. She dropped to her knees and gently placed the ball in Ingrid’s waiting palm. She knew better than to drop the ball or to spit it into Ingrid’s hand. If she did that, Ingrid would undoubtedly ‘accidentally’ drop the ball and Rita would have to get it again, losing precious time.
As soon as she got back on her feet and turned her ass toward Ingrid, Rita realized something. She was already getting tired. The repeated dropping to and rising from her knees was wearing on her very quickly. Plus, running in these heels, even for the very short distance she was going, was not easy.

All too soon, Rita felt the pressure of the first ball at the entrance to her ass. Naturally, Ingrid had not oiled it and was going to push it in dry. Relaxed muscle or not, this was going to hurt, especially after five or six of them. But having been a slave had certain advantages. One was that she had gotten used to having things shoved up her ass. Usually those things were cocks, but still, they had been practice at having it done, and now she was able to relax her sphincter quite readily. Be thankful for little things, at least I have had practice at relaxing myself. Ingrid is not looking for me to enjoy this. When the first ‘pearl’ had been inserted, Rita turned toward the timer and positioned herself in front of it. She locked her legs into rigid shafts and bent from her waist, lowering her breast onto the waiting pin points. They were sharp. The plate needed to be pressed. Fuck you Ingrid. One of these days I will find a way to pay you back. The table was quite low, requiring her to bend deeply to complete the motion. She pressed her breast onto the plate. It did not depress. Unbeknown to Rita, or to Mike for that matter, Ingrid had added a screw to the construction of the clock. The screw pressed against the shaft the plate was mounted on. By adjusting the screw, the pressure required to depress the plate could be adjusted. Ingrid had “adjusted” the pressure such that it required a firm push on the plate. Rita mashed her tit against the thumbtacks points and pushed the plate down.

Surprisingly, the chimes had not started by the time she pressed the plate for the first time. She stood, turned to Ingrid, and waited for the next ball to be thrown. Ingrid sat motionless. After a second or two, Ingrid batted her eyelashes at Rita, gave her a very bright smile and asked innocently, “What are you waiting for? You are wasting time.” Startled, Rita looked in Ingrid’s lap. Half the balls were gone. The noise she had heard were the balls being tossed while her back was turned. She had no idea where they were, but she knew she had better find them quickly. Once again, she took off running. A quick visual circuit revealed nothing, so she dropped to her knees and bent her head to the floor to look from that position. She immediately spotted one under a cabinet against the wall. She went over to it, but with her hands tied behind her back, there was no way she could get it out from under the cabinet. She turned to Ingrid and said, “I can’t get at it.”

Ingrid took her time answering, then held the riding crop up and asked, “Would this help?”
Rita assumed Ingrid meant that literally and after a second realized it could. She nodded her head.

“Then come over here and get it.”

Rita rose again, ran to Ingrid’s chair, and waited. Ingrid simply said, “Kneel.” She complied.
Ingrid moved to place it in Rita’s mouth, then paused. Holding it motionless inches from Rita’s mouth, she admonished, “Now you must bring this back to me when you are finished using it.”
Bitch! And I will have to kneel to return it too, I can bank on that.
Ingrid then placed the handle in Rita’s mouth and allowed her to bite down on it. With it securely in her teeth, Rita returned to the ball under the cabinet, then knelt, pressing her lips to the floor in order to sweep the whip against the ball and bat it out from under the cabinet. After three tries, she succeeded. Reluctantly, she rose from the floor, raced back to Ingrid and knelt in front of her. Ingrid slowly reached for the whip. The first chime sounded. Rita rose again, somewhat sluggishly, retrieved the ball and returned to have it shoved up her ass. When she reached Ingrid, she looked at her lap and was despaired to see Ingrid’s lap was empty. She was going to have to hunt for every remaining ball.

With the second ball up her ass, Rita moved to press the plate again. She glanced at Ingrid who smiled beatifically at her and announced, “Two down, ten to go. You already have twelve lashes coming.”

When she finally had all twelve balls inside her, Rita was close to exhausted. She had really gotten out of shape being a slave, and this game made her realize it. There was a time I could have done this and not even been breathing hard when it was over. Not only is my stamina going to hell, my muscle tone is shot. I used to look a whole lot better than I do now, only because these assholes won’t allow slaves to take care of themselves. All they want is for a slave to be a cum-bucket. Assholes!”

Ingrid glanced at her watch and realized she had used up too much time having Rita chase down the balls, and that she didn’t have enough time for a good whipping before Shadow would likely arrive. She was disappointed, but there was nothing she could do now. Nothing else to do but get in as much fun as she could in the time she had. While Rita had been chasing balls, Ingrid had ordered another slave to bring two large bowls. She set the bowls side by side on the floor, then looked up at the panting Rita. “One hundred and twenty seven.”

Rita’s heart sank. She closed her eyes, but gave no other reaction. Oh my god. A hundred twenty seven - shit, this is gonna hurt. And that smug little bitch-slut is going to love giving me every one of them. Why me? Well, it looks like my new owner is going to get one marked-up slave. Apparently he doesn’t care because he’s supposed to be here soon, and Ingrid doesn’t seem concerned. I wonder who he is. Whoever, he can’t be any worse than Mz. Slut here. Geeze, I hope not, anyway. Oh well, it’s only another whipping. I can take it, they haven’t broken me yet. They might get me to obey for a day or two, but I can be proud that they haven’t truly broken me. And they won’t, no matter how many whippings I get.

“Sadly, I don’t have the time to do justice to that many lashes, so we will improvise a bit. To begin, you will give me a good licking. If I am not happy with it, I will stick a punishment dildo in your pussy, turn it on full and whip you until your new owner arrives. Understood?”

“Yes mistress, I will give you a very good licking.” Bulllllshiiiit, I will. I will make you cum, you slut, but it will be far from as good as I could do.

“Get down here and get started, NOW.”

Rita dropped to her knees and quickly buried her tongue in Ingrid’s warm, soft pussy and began licking. I wonder why she left the pearls in my ass. Is she just anxious for an orgasm, or is there another reason?

The answer to that question was both. Ingrid was horny, as usual, and knowing that Rita would soon be beyond her reach heightened Ingrid’s desire to have Rita lick her again. But she also had plans for the pearls.

Rita deliberately took her time with Ingrid. If nothing else, going slowly would kill time and that would mean less time for Ingrid to apply other tortures. Like a punishment dildo on full. That would absolutely not be fun. Plus, by going slowly, Ingrid might think Rita was trying to give her a really good one, and might forget about the dildo idea totally. Maybe.

Rita worked her tongue deeply into Ingrid. When it was in as far as she could extend her tongue, she began nodding her head, rubbing her upper lip against Ingrid’s clit. Ingrid quickly responded and began gyrating her hips. In a matter of minutes she was breathing heavily, moaning, and bucking as Rita helped her climb the wall. All too soon, (from both their viewpoints, actually), Ingrid felt the unmistakable signs of her orgasm building inside her. When it crested and smashed through her body she bucked so hard Rita was unable to stay with her. But as soon as she settled, Rita dove back to resume her licking, hoping to extend the time of Ingrid’s incapacity, perhaps even to a second orgasm. But that was not to be. Ingrid roused herself and pushed Rita away. She was beginning to think of the further humiliations she had in mind for Rita. Maybe she would have Rita do her again afterwards, but right now, other pleasures were in store.

Ingrid stood and commanded Rita to do the same and to spread her legs. The end of the string dangled from Rita’s ass. Ingrid got a firm grip on the string then said, “I am going to remove the pearls, and I swear to you, if you mess on the carpet, you will lick it clean until your master arrives, and then continue to lick it for as long as he will allow. I will give him as many blowjobs as he will accept to keep him happy while you continue to lick the carpet. And I will have two slaves whipping you the entire time.” With no further warning, she gave the string a vicious pull, yanking the entire string out of Rita as quickly as she could. Rita was barely able to control her bowels and to prevent voiding herself, but she managed. Ingrid wasn’t sure if she was pleased with that, or not. Regardless, she continued with her next torment of Rita.

Ingrid ordered Rita to her knees again, and then held the string high enough that the bottom ball was just over Rita’s mouth. “Suck and lick the end clean, I am not going to touch that end with your filth on it.” Rita controlled her rising gorge and did as she was commanded. She took the ball into her mouth then tongued it thoroughly all around. Only when she was sure it was clean (and Ingrid seemed to be getting impatient), did she spit it out. Ingrid inspected it carefully, then took hold of it with her fingers and upended the entire string, dumping all the balls into one of the bowls while she continued to hold the string. With Rita still on her knees, Ingrid again moved the string over Rita’s mouth and ordered her to open her mouth. She lowered the entire length of string into Rita’s mouth, holding only a very short length of the end. She then ordered Rita to lick it clean while it was in her mouth. Ingrid allowed that to happen for a short while, and feigned lack of concern. Then, without warning she pulled the string as fast as she could, dragging it through Rita’s tightly closed lips. Rita shrieked and opened her mouth, but it was too late to prevent the rope burn caused by the speed of the string. Ingrid was pleased with that, but was disappointed that she hadn’t caught Rita with her tongue wrapped in the string at the moment she pulled. Ingrid then pointed at the bowl with the balls in it and commanded, “Lick and suck each ball clean, then put the clean balls in the other bowl. And they better be spotless.”

Rita began her chore, aware of Ingrid only to the extent that she heard her moving back to the armchair, apparently to sit and watch over her. Rita was doing her chore with her ass resting on her heels, until Ingrid told her to raise it. She no sooner was kneeling upright than Ingrid ripped a hard slice with the riding crop across Rita’s ass. Rita almost swallowed the ball in her mouth.
Ingrid settled into a leisurely pace of whipping, but made each stroke hard. She continued the whipping until Rita had cleaned every ball that had been up her ass. When it was over, she looked at the clock and realized she was somewhat overstaying her time. Shadow was due any minute, and while he wouldn’t mind that she was whipping Rita, she knew Mike would review the tapes for the period of time he had been out, and that could be a problem if she spent too much time playing with Rita. Accepting that all good things come to an end, she ordered Rita to stand and again spread her legs.

Rita knew full well that she had been ordered to spread her legs so that Ingrid could whip her pussy. Even while she was spreading her legs, she tensed up, preparing as best she could for the blow. It didn’t come. Then she heard Ingrid fumbling with something behind her and knew she was on the other side of the room. When Ingrid returned, she stepped in front of Rita holding a head-harness ball gag. This particular one had a ring attached to the ball and Rita was very familiar with the process of being tethered to a post or other fixture by such rings. It didn’t concern her. Without being told to, she obediently opened her mouth to receive the gag when Ingrid began to raise it. Naturally, Ingrid pulled the straps as tight as she could.

Ingrid wound up behind Rita for the final buckling of the gag in place. With the gag firmly attached to Rita’s head, she stepped back and using her foot, nudged the bowl with the balls in it, causing it to rattle slightly. Rita assumed Ingrid had picked up the bowl. Instead she had picked up the riding crop. She ordered Rita to walk to the lobby and as soon as she saw the muscle in Rita’s leg tighten, indicating the shifting of her weight onto one leg, Ingrid hammered a blast with the riding crop into Rita’s pussy. Caught totally by surprise, Rita howled and leaped into the air. Satisfied that she had done as much as she could in the short time she had, Ingrid allowed Rita to exit the room and walk into the lobby.

Rita expected to be put back in her cage, but instead Ingrid motioned for her to stand by a wall. Ingrid then moved her to a place along the wall that had a ring embedded in it high up. The ring was at least seven feet from the floor. Ingrid took a short length of chain, attached one end to the ring in Rita”s gag, then passed the other end through the ring in the wall. She pulled that end as hard as she could, making Rita stand pressed against the wall with her head tilted far back. Ingrid then clipped that end also to the ring in Rita”s gag, immobilizing her and keeping her tightly pressed against the wall. When she was satisfied that Rita would have a very stiff neck in a few short minutes, she began to walk away to return to her desk. Before she took more than a few steps, she turned, decided Rita”s ankles needed to be tied together, so she added a wide leather strap to do that job. As she rose from doing that, she swung the riding crop in a backhand stroke as hard as she could, giving Rita one final line of agony across her ass. She noted almost wistfully, “I am going to miss having you around to whip, Bitch, I enjoy doing that to you.”

When she returned to her desk, she noticed that Mike had returned. He was sitting in his office, apparently unaware that she had returned to hers. She resumed her work. Almost twenty minutes later Shadow strode into the office and stopped in front of her desk. She looked up to see him smiling down at her.

“Sir Shadow, I expected you sooner.”

“I know, my meeting ran longer than I expected it to. I see you have Rita ready and waiting for me. Evidently freshly whipped too.”

“We try hard to provide quality service. Do you need to see Mike about anything? Shall I tell him you are here, or will you just be taking Rita?”

“If he has a minute, I would love to say “Hi”, and I have something he might like to see.”

“Just a second then, I will tell him you are here.” Ingrid had noticed that Shadow was carrying a small-ish box and wondered if that was what he wanted to show to Mike. When she entered Mike”s office, he looked up sharply, as though startled. He threw her a semi-nasty look and agreed to see Shadow.

As Ingrid turned to get Shadow, she thought, He seems pissed. I hope he”s not pissed at me.

After the usual beginning, Mike pointed to the box Shadow was holding and asked, “You said you had something new to show me. Is that it?”

“Yes, it is. You should get a kick out of this.” He opened the plain box and pulled out a dildo with a bunch of straps attached to it. As he tossed the box aside, he explained, “We haven”t concluded the graphics for the packaging yet, this is an early production run model.”
Mike looked askance at it and commented dryly, “It”s just a dildo. Big deal. What”s so special about a dildo?” He wasn”t sure if he was annoyed or disappointed at this turning out to be nothing.

“This isn”t your average just a dildo. Watch this.” With that, Shadow held the base of the dildo and pulled one of the straps. As he did so, Mike noticed the body of the dildo spinning. Shadow pulled another strap and the dildo again spun.

Mike reached for, muttering, “What the hell - .?”

Shadow handed it over, explaining, “It”s a simple enough mechanism. This strap goes around the waist and this goes under the body, fastening it securely in place not only preventing it from being removed by the slave, but also keeping it from moving. These straps,” he indicated two others, “fasten to the legs. As the slave walks, the motion of her legs move these arms, and that makes the body of the dildo spin inside her. There is a selection adjustment here, inside the base,” he pointed to a small hole in the base of the dildo, ” that a thin screwdriver - ..one is included with the dildo - .fits into. That selection allows you to choose how the dildo rotates. It will either go in one direction at every step, or it will alternate directions with each step. Like, left leg forward spins it clockwise, and right leg forward spins it counterclockwise. You can also disengage the rotation completely so that it doesn”t spin at all. Some of the guys on the design staff thought that would be a good feature, and it cost nothing to add it, so we did.”

Mike played with it for a few minutes, then set it aside, seemingly unimpressed.

Shadow continued. “The first few minutes of wearing it are usually pleasurable for most slaves. Some of the test slaves actually came. But that doesn”t last very long. Continued wear quickly transitions from pleasurable to annoying to painful to agony. Results were mixed as to which setting - .the single direction, or the alternating direction was the most painful. The slaves were begging to have them removed regardless of the setting. Also”, he added as a final thought, “we have two additional dildo bodies that can be used instead of the one you see here. This one is a smooth, untextured surface. One of the alternative bodies has a sandpaper-like surface and the other one has retractable razor sharp blades. We see that one as a handy way to keep a slave from moving if there are no posts or something to lock her to.”

Mike gave Shadow a slightly puzzled look.

Shadow continued his explanation. “I said the blades were retractable. The dildo gets inserted with the blades retracted. In that condition, the blades are completely inside the dildo, so it can be shoved up her pussy without causing any damage. An allen wrench - .yes, included - is inserted in the base and turned. That extends the blades. The blades are half-moon shaped and don”t protrude very far, so merely extending them does very little damage to the slave. As long as she stays still, she will be fine, but as soon as she begins walking, the blades begin slicing her pussy to ribbons. We killed a couple in the testing phase, just to see how well it worked. Bloody as hell, but effective.”

Mike picked it up again, this time with a little more interest. “These things really work?”

“Quite well. I plan to put this one in Rita and walk her home. Would you like me to have her call you when we get there and give you a first-hand report? Or better yet, keep this one and play with it on one of your own slaves. I have others in the car.”

It took a second to register, then Mike asked, “If you are walking home, how are you getting your car back?”

“I asked Ingrid to have one of your slaves drive it back. Is that ok?”

“Uh, yeah, fine, no problem. In fact - .” He let the thought go unfinished, then he yelled for Ingrid. When she returned to his office, he continued. “Who is driving Shadow”s car back for him?”

She hesitated momentarily, then hesitantly answered, “Ummm, I thought, I might, if that is ok with you.”

“You will have to walk back, you know that.”

“I know.”

“I saw you had quite a time with Rita this morning. I didn”t give you permission to have another session with her.”

“Well, you weren”t here to ask, and since she was going away today, I thought - I mean, I hoped - .I didn”t have much work to do and I can work late tonight to catch up - and - ”
Mike held his hand up to silence her “Did you have fun?”

She answered very meekly, “Yes.”

“Very well then, you will drive Shadow”s car back for him. And you will wear this. Enjoy your drive, you won”t enjoy the walk back.” He turned to Shadow. “You don”t mind if I keep this?”
Shadow smiled and asked, “Would you prefer it set to single direction or alternating?”

From her position against the wall Rita had been unable to see who entered, but she heard Ingrid”s greeting and so knew it to be Shadow. Shadow owns me?! Holy shit!, I never expected that. This could be bad, that fucker knows how to whip and I don”t think he will put up with too much shit. He actually beat a good performance out of me. Not as good as the one I gave him the night he took me to dinner, but - oh damn, he”s gonna remember that, isn”t he? He”s gonna want that level of performance all the time, I just know it. Well, I can”t blame him for that, really. Ok, then, I suppose I will have to be good for a while, then probably he will be like the rest and accept being laid without being critical. There”s a chance he”ll be like all men; they can be led by their cocks if you give it just a little effort. I”ll probably know for sure soon enough. He knows I have been a slave for a while, so he won”t give me the “Welcome to Slavery? speech, instead, I”ll get the “Welcome to Being MY Slave? variation. If he emphasizes my having to service him well sexually, then I know I got him. Or can get him with a little time and effort. Even if he whips me once or twice for “poor performance”, he will get tired of doing that and will soon enough become satisfied with getting laid regularly. Especially by me - I”m hot and he likes me for that, that I am very sure of. Ok, it might take a while and I might get a few welts in the process, but he won”t break me and I will eventually get by just fine with giving him average pussy. I wonder if he plans to run me as a whore? Nah, I doubt it. I wish he would hurry up and take me down from this position, my neck is starting to kill me. I wonder how he will use me first? Mouth or pussy? Hmmm. Ahhh, ok, mouth. I”ll bet he wants a blow job before he fucks me. He likes seeing women in bondage. Hmmm, I may have to think of reasons why he doesn”t want me in bondage. That shouldn”t be too hard to do. I hope he has the top down, I could go for a nice drive with the wind in my hair, its warm enough. I wonder if he will ever let me drive that car. Ohhh, I hope so, that thing has gotta be a kick to drive. I”ll have to work on that too. C”mon, goddammit Shadow, quit fucking around and get over here to take me down from this awful position, my neck hurts. Damn, I hope he doesn”t want a blow job as soon as he takes me down, that would suck. Actually, I would suck. No pun intended. Although, that was a pretty good pun, it had a double entendre, too. I wonder if he likes puns. Will I be able to joke with him? Definitely not at first, but after we settle into regular, frequent fucking, I bet he will like it. Why did he buy me? For sex only? And how did he get me away from TTC? I”m glad he did, but it seems strange.

More off-balanced by learning that she was owned by Shadow than she was able to admit to herself, her thoughts flitted around almost randomly. But, with nothing else to do, Rita continued her musings and plotting her plans, preparing to improve her lot as she was sure being owned by a single master would allow her to. Somewhere in the torrent of confused and disparate thoughts she concluded that being owned by one master, and not by a business like Spellbook, was a good thing. Relatively. Being owned wasn”t exactly a good thing. Shadow remained an enigma to her. What little she knew was enough to drive her in two totally different directions. He knew how to whip and clearly wasn”t adverse to applying that knowledge to her tender flesh. That meant he would be a tough master. He had treated her with kindness and respect. He had allowed her to choose to have sex, or not, then made love to her when she decided in favor of doing it. She regarded that as a very critical distinction; he hadn”t fucked her, he had made love to her. That meant he was a wuss. How can a wuss be a tough master? I must be able to use this dichotomy - I have to - it must mean something! I just need to think of the way.
Ingrid finally reappeared and released Rita from the wall. She left one end of the chain attached to Rita”s collar to use as a leash. Ingrid led the way toward Mike”s office but stopped at her desk before getting there. She removed a pair of nipple clamps held together by a short chain from the top drawer of her desk. She turned to Rita, saying, “Sir Shadow is such a nice man. He said I could give you these as a going away present.” With that, she attached the devices to Rita”s nipples. The clamps were shaped like square u”s. The legs of the u ´s had another bar that slid along them. It was adjusted by turning a small threaded shaft. When fully closed, the two bars would almost touch each other. A nipple caught between them would be severely crushed Unlike most clamps of this design, the bars were not flat, smooth metal, these were toothed, like a wood file. They bit into the soft flesh deeply. When she attached the first one, she turned the screw as far as it would go, crushing Rita”s nipple. Ingrid had not even attached the second one when a tear caused by the pain appeared in the corner of Rita”s eye. Ingrid saw it. She reached over her desk and pulled a tissue out of the box that was sitting on top. She gently wiped the tear away, then smiled evilly, but said nothing. As she turned toward Mike”s office, Ingrid hooked a finger around the chain on the nipple clamps and began to walk away. Rita did not wait for the tug, but instantly began moving to keep up. Ingrid gave the chain a painful yank anyway.

When the women entered the room, they waited respectfully for Shadow and Mike to recognize their presence. Well, Ingrid did. Rita was bound and gagged, so she had little choice.

Shadow soon turned to look at them. He greeted Rita with a warm, “Rita, how nice to see you again.” Then, turning to Ingrid, he asked, “Does she know?”

“Yes, I just told her.”

Without pausing, he turned back to Rita. “Spread.”

She quickly spread her legs apart and waited. She didn”t have to wait very long. Shadow opened a box and pulled a dildo out of it. He approached her without explaining his intent. She was pretty sure she knew what was going happen to the dildo, then when his hand holding it lowered in front of her, she had no doubt whatsoever. He jammed it into her pussy. She winced and grunted softly. Shadow, of course, had known she was dry, but looked at her with mild annoyance and said, “Haven”t you learned that when a slave is in her master”s presence, she must always be prepared to receive him in her? You should have been wet for me.”
Rita”s eyes widened slightly as she heard those words. What? Or is this part of the “Welcome to Being My Slave? speech? Yeah, that must be it. He is putting on a front for the benefit of Mike. Trying to make himself look like a tough master Uhhh, I hope that”s all it is.

The strap around her waist and the one between her legs holding the dildo didn”t surprise her at all. But the two smaller straps that attached to her legs did. Given that there was nothing she could do in any event, she gave them no further thought. It wasn”t until Shadow took hold of her leash and began to lead her away that the purpose of those straps dawned on her. She was startled when she took the first step, and knew positively by the second. Diabolical little device. Lets hope he didn”t park too far away. As soon as they exited the building, Rita saw the car. Oh good! The top is down. When he walked them past the car and continued without slowing she didn”t know what to think. By the time they were a block away she realized they were headed in the rough direction of his apartment. Nah, can”t be - its too far. Besides, why would he leave his car there? Thirty seconds later her question was answered when she saw it go by with Ingrid at the wheel. Her heart sank. That cunt gets to drive it and I have to walk with this fucking thing inside me?

As they walked along, Shadow was amused to see a young boy stop dead in is tracks and stare at Rita as they approached. Reminds me of myself at that age. I knew I had a bondage fetish and seeing a good-looking babe, nude, in bondage - well, I would have stopped and stared too. Of course slavery wasn”t legal then, and public nudity wasn”t legal either, but that isn”t the point, is it? Enjoy the view kid.

Although the kid”s eyes never wavered from Rita, Shadow was pretty sure the kid was trying to work up the nerve to do something. When they reached him, he took a deep breath and finally looked away from Rita. He looked up at Shadow and spoke. “Excuse me, sir.”

“Yes?”

“Uhhh - .ummmm - .ahh, could I rent your slave? Only for a few minutes. Maybe fifteen or twenty”
“That”s a very strange request, why would you want to do that? And why do you want her for only a few minutes?”

“Well, she”s really good-looking and today”s my birthday, and it’s getting kind of embarrassing at school, and I thought, well, she might - .I mean you might - .but she would do it - .and it would really help me.” He looked around, clearly embarrassed, and not knowing how to get to the point.

“You aren”t being very clear, but happy birthday. What is it you want me, or her, to do?”
“A blow job,” he blurted out.

Shadow laughed in surprise. “A blow job?”

The kid blushed, then pressed ahead. “Yeah. I”m the only guy that hasn”t gotten one and all my friends are teasing me about it, and I figure that I gotta get one today or they will tell all the girls that I”m a virgin and the girls will laugh at me and then I”ll never get a girl to give me one and - ..”

Shadow held up his hand causing the torrent of words to cease. When the boy stopped, Shadow stooped down to meet him at eye level and asked, “What is your name, my friend?”

“Andy, sir.”

“Well, Andy, that is a problem at your age, isn”t it? Ahhh, just what is your age, anyway?”

Andy hesitated., then decisively answered, “Sixteen.”

Shadow smothered a laugh and turned to look up at Rita. He cocked an eyebrow as he looked at her, asking. She understood and minutely shook her head. She didn”t believe Andy either. Although in her case, Rita was hoping that Shadow wouldn”t consider his request, if he believed Andy was underage. Shadow turned back to Andy and fired the question at him. “What year were you born?”

Andy must have been ready for the question because he answered unhesitatingly, “1990, sir.”

Andy saw the look of disbelief on Shadow’s face when he had turned toward the slave he had with him. When he saw her shake her head, he figured he was going to be turned down. Then, as Shadow looked back at him, he instantly spoke up, saying, “I know I look young for my age, sir, but I really am sixteen.”

Shadow grinned, willing to put that point behind them, although he fought to control his amusement and opined, “Well Andy, at sixteen, still being a virgin is a real problem, isn”t it?”
Thinking he might have found an understanding man, Andy relaxed slightly and confided, “They really do make fun of me. I get so mad, I might wind up slugging Peter to shut him up. My dad says fighting is wrong if you start it and I guess hitting first is starting it. But he makes me so mad, I gotta do something.”

“So you figure to get yourself a blow job for your birthday to shut your friends up.”

“Yeah,” Andy sighed, relieved to see that Shadow understood the problem.

“Do you have any idea how much a slave like her costs to rent?” Shadow nodded toward Rita as he asked the question..

“Uhhhh, no. Do good looking ones cost more?”

“Yes, Andy, I”m afraid they do.”

“Geeze, I was afraid of that. She is really good looking too. I was really hoping to get somebody good looking for my first one.” After a second he realized he was negotiating all wrong, and tried to regain some footing. “But she is kinda old.” Shadow roared with laughter. Rita glared at the kid. When he stopped laughing, Shadow asked, “How much were you prepared to spend?”

Andy thought about it for a minute, then decided to just go for it. “I have twenty five dollars.”

Shadow nodded sagely. “Twenty five dollars. That”s a lot of money.”

“Is it enough?,” Andy asked hopefully.

Shadow turned to Rita and asked, “Is it enough?” Rita stared at Shadow, not believing what she was hearing. He”s gonna do it!! The asshole is going to take the kid”s money and make me give him a blow job. I can”t believe it! I oughta bite the fucking thing off.

Confused, Andy looked at Shadow and asked, “She”s a slave, isn”t she? Why are you asking her? Is she a whore? Does somebody else own her?”

Shadow could see the apprehension on Andy”s face. He answered somewhat pensively. “Good question, Andy. Why am I asking her? But, yes, I do own her, and no, she isn”t a whore. She is my personal sex slave.” He looked directly at Rita as he said the last few words, hoping she would get the message. Reaching a decision, Shadow again looked at Andy and said, “One blow job, coming up. But you have to decide. Do you want a short, intense one, or a long easy one?”

“What”s the difference?”

“Well, it really depends on what you are in the mood for when you get it. Personally, during the day, I generally prefer the quick intense ones. At night, probably in bed, I like the long slow ones. If I were getting my first one, I think I would go for the intense one, but as I said, its up to you.” Shadow also figured he was saving the kid some embarrassment. He wouldn”t last more than thirty seconds in Rita”s mouth regardless which he decided on. This would at least give him an excuse.

“Ok, if you suggest the intense one, then that”s what I will have.” With that he reached into his pockets and pulled out a bunch of crumpled up bills. Shadow accepted the money, then, when Andy began to withdraw his hand, Shadow took hold of it, turned it so his palm was facing up and slapped the money back in Andy”s hand. “Happy birthday, kid.” Then he stood, and reached into his own pocket. As he withdrew the nipple clamps, he explained to Andy, “When I want her to work her ass off and give me a really intense blow job, I put these on her. It helps motivate her, because she wears them until she is done. They hurt a bit.” He pulled a bit more of Rita”s breast than just the nipple into the jaws, then he tightened them all the way. She gave him a dirty look as he did it.

With her nipples painfully pinched and the gag removed, Shadow handed Rita”s leash to Andy. He pointed across the street to a park and suggested to Andy that he take Rita there, where he could sit comfortably while Rita sucked his cock. Before Andy could depart, Shadow caught Rita”s eye, then said to her, “Make me proud of you, Rita, it”s his birthday present.”
As she crossed the street, Rita thought about what was about to happen. What the fuck - - its not like this is the first blow job I have ever given. But it is his first. He seems like a nice kid. And these things hurt, I want them off.

Andy didn”t need any encouragement. As soon as they got to the park bench, knowing Rita”s hands were bound behind her back, Andy quickly pulled himself out of his trousers.
Rita knelt before him and took him into her mouth. He was already fully stiff so she wasted no time, immediately beginning a fast stroking with her lips. She clamped down on him tightly with her lips and rubbed him with her tongue as hard as she could.

He lasted almost two minutes.

Rita was in agony. Her pussy was rubbed raw, and every step sent a bolt of sharp pain shooting through her. Nothing helped. Long strides, or short, mincing steps; either type brought its own agony into her ravaged pussy.

When Andy had given her back to Shadow, Shadow had not bothered to reinsert the gag in her mouth, instead he simply pressed it into her hand and commanded her to carry it. Accordingly, she was not prevented from speaking, and she figured Shadow knew that, so he must have meant it was alright for her to do so. Whether she was right or wrong about that, she could not pass up the opportunity.

“Master,” she begged with the prospect of tears coming soon evident in the tone of her voice, “please take this thing out of my pussy. Please, I”m begging you, please.”

Shadow offered no response, so she tried again.

“Master, I sucked Andy for you. I gave him a good blowjob, he loved it. I am being a good slave, you don”t need to keep this in me, I will be good. Please take it out, please, it hurts terribly.”
Some pedestrians that had been overtaking Rita and Shadow slowed to watch the scene taking place. One of them whispered something to the other one. He nodded his head. A bet had been placed and accepted.

Shadow casually turned to Rita, pulling her alongside him again. “And what will you offer in return for my kindness in removing that wonderful device from you?”

Encouraged by his response, Rita thought she might have succeeded in obtaining the removal of the painful device. Enthused, she blurted, “Anything, master, anything. I will do anything you want.”

Shadow couldn”t believe it. The stupid bitch! She is falling for the oldest one in the books. How stupid can she be? “Anything, Rita? You”re sure?”

“Yes master”, she promised breathlessly, “anything you wish. Just tell me.”

“Very well. Beg me to leave it in.”

Rita”s head snapped back in surprise. “Nooo,” she wailed, “Please master, please, no, don”t do this to me, please take this thing out of me, please.”

Tired of the game, Shadow snapped at her. “You are becoming tiresome, Rita. Learn to accept your punishments. Now walk in front of me.”

Whimpering loudly, Rita managed to speed up her pace and to get in front of him. When she got there, Shadow reached into his pocket and withdrew something that years earlier people would have mistakenly thought was a collapsible pointer. This was a collapsible whip. I was somewhat fatter than a pen, but that was because it had many sections built into it. The sections telescoped to form a very springy whip that stung like hell. The many sections made it into a fairly long whip that could be devastating if used with force. A simple twisting pull jammed the sections together in the extended position, making it ready for use. When he was ready, Shadow complained to Rita, “You are slowing down. I don”t care how much your pussy hurts, pick up the pace.” As he said that, he struck her on her hip, leaving a bright red line. She yelped loudly and jerked sideways, but she also almost ran a step or two. Shadow kept up with her, and struck her again. The process repeated, except this time she almost ran for three or four steps. The next time he lashed her, she got the message and jogged a few paces. Each time he struck her, she yelped or screamed and finally began begging again.

It looked like a scene from a Hollywood comedy. The beautiful, naked slave, her arms tied behind her back, running down the street begging for her master to stop beating her. Everyone they passed laughed when they realized what was happening. But it got them home a bit sooner than they would have otherwise. It also had the intended effect in that her pussy suffered considerably more damage and pain as a result of the increased speed with which the dildo spun inside her. She was ready to sell her soul for relief. All her begging, promises of being good, and the considerable volume of tears she produced, taken together, had zero effect on Shadow.
When they were finally (in Rita”s estimation) standing in his apartment, Shadow immediately ordered Rita into the bedroom. He ignored Sasha”s being tethered to the cock-sucking trainer in the living room. Spending another hour or so on her knees with a dildo jammed in her mouth and down her throat wouldn”t hurt her.

He ordered Rita onto her back on the bed. She automatically spread her legs, expecting that Shadow would release the cuffs from her thighs and remove the horror that resided in her pussy. Instead, he told her to raise her legs and hold them straight up in the air. She complied, but threw a worried look at him. He smiled a truly evil grin and said, “Now swing your legs like you are walking.? She started crying and begging, but didn”t move her legs. “Master, please don”t make me do this. I have been good. Please, master, please. I beg you, please don”t make me.?
In response, Shadow pulled his collapsible whip open again and moved menacingly toward her. As soon as he took the first step, Rita began swinging her legs. The agony returned instantly.
Shadow watched those gorgeous columns of flesh swing for a minute then resumed speaking to her. “Rita, I hope you are beginning to get the message. Your life can be filled with pain and suffering for hours on end, even if I am not here to enjoy watching it. For instance, I could put you on a treadmill wearing that delightful toy. Aside from giving you some very needed exercise, it will reinforce the fact that you are mine to give either pain or pleasure to. I tried giving you pleasure first, apparently to no avail. Now we shall work on the pain side of things. Further, you need to accept, that regardless of what happens to you, you give me pleasure. The best you can. But you know all this, I am preaching to the choir. I simply need to convince you that your easy life is over. Lets see if you have learned anything from this. You may stop swinging your legs and you may put them down.”

With that, he removed the device from her, then began undressing. Rita rolled over and began to kneel on the bed until she heard a curt, “What do you think you are doing?”

Aww, shit, this isn”t going to work. Goddammit, does he really have to use my pussy now? Of course he does. That”s what that stupid speech was all about. Now I am supposed to give him great sex despite the fact that he has tortured me and ruined my pussy. “I am getting ready to give you a blowjob. You do want a blowjob, don”t you? That”s the best way for me to show you I am trying to give you pleasure, isn”t it?”

“Not this time. Rita. I want your pussy. Now get on your back and spread your legs.”

Fuckyoufuckyoufuckyou, you bastard. Damn, this is gonna hurt. With no outward indication of her reluctance, she complied, even raising her knees to allow him deeper penetration into her, which she knew he preferred.

He slid into her with no foreplay or consideration of her readiness. Or lack thereof, as was the case. She mewed and gasped from the pain of his entry, but could do nothing more. She made no attempt to tighten her pussy muscles or to enhance his pleasure in any way. He was fully aware of that lack, but for the moment, he didn”t care. Her pussy still felt delightful, and he wanted to get laid, so he did.

When he was done, he rolled off her and commented. “Rita, that was the worst piece of ass I have ever had. You will pay for that. I think ten pussy hits with the riding crop will express the extent of my anger.?

TEN?? Are you fucking kidding me? One, maybe two is more than enough punishment for a bad fuck. And I am not a bad fuck, no matter how little I contribute. After what you did to my pussy, you seriously expected me to use my muscles to give you more pleasure? Yeah, ok, I didn”t, but ten? Shit. “Master, please have mercy. You have punished me severely with that dildo, I simply couldn”t use my muscles for you, I couldn”t. Please allow me to recover and I will be a better lover for you, I swear I will.? I think a year or two will be an adequate period of recovery.

“Rita, do you honestly expect me to forgive that performance and allow you to go unpunished for it? If nothing else, I have a need to inflict punishment just to relieve my own pent up stress over it. Maybe you think I should punish my new slave in place of you?”

“Oh, yes, you have a new slave, master? How wonderful for you. I hope she is really, really pretty, I know you like hot women and you should have hot slaves to fuck. Besides me, I mean.” Rita knew Shadow preferred being playful with his slaves, and she was hoping to wheedle her way back into his good graces by appealing to that side of his nature. The asshole actually thinks that a slave will like him if he is nice to her. Like any slave is going to actually like her master. What an idiot. She snuggled up to him, trying to pretend she had forgiven what he did to her. “Sure, master, if you have to punish somebody, go punish your new slave.. Can I watch? Its usually me being punished and I might learn something by watching another slave being punished.”

You stupid conniving bitch. You are going to regret that sooo much. You should know better than to try to something like this. You should take your own punishment. As I fully intend to teach you. Shadow raised himself up on one elbow to look over at her. He stayed that way for a minute, as though he was seriously thinking about her suggestion. Then he said to her, “I will make you an offer. Remember the last time I made you an offer? It got you a nice dinner and a night of freedom. This will be a little different. I will accept punishing my new slave in your place, but only on the following conditions. You will tell the slave that this was your idea. You will tell the slave that even though she is being punished for your failure, she will be punished for her own. You will administer the punishment. Understand this very clearly Rita; you will administer ten very good, hard hits to her pussy with a riding crop. For every one you give her that I do not approve of, if, for example, it”s too soft, I will give each of you two. That means if you refuse to deliver the punishment, or fail to follow any of the rules I outlined, you each get twenty hard hits on your pussies. Understood?”

“Yes, master, I understand.” What the fuck - ? Is that supposed to scare me? He thinks I can”t whip another woman? I”ll beat the little bitch so hard her pussy will wind up in her throat.

“Then I think it”s time we went and punished the poor dear for your failures, don”t you??
Shadow led Rita into the living room. When they entered, Sasha was on her knees, facing away from them. All Rita saw was an ass. Rita had never seen Sasha nude, and certainly not in such a position as that one, so not recognizing her sister was understandable. Shadow stopped her from going to her sister and then said, “Rita has something to say to you, slave.” He turned to Rita and said politely, “Rita - ..?”

Rita managed to get a sneer in her voice as she said, “Listen up you stupid cunt. I didn”t give the master a good fuck just now and he wants to punish somebody for that. I thought you would be good for that. Since it was my failure, I will give you the punishment. I hope you have a strong pussy, bitch, you ain”t gonna enjoy this.”

Shadow had a huge grin on his face. He looked at Rita. “Well said, well said.”

With that, Shadow went to Sasha”s bent form and released her. When she stood, her back was still facing Rita.

Rita watched the slave get unsteadily to her feet. Rita knew from experience that after being held on your knees for a long period it is difficult to stand and regain your balance quickly. As she watched the slave she thought, Gee, that almost looks like Sasha. Whoever she is, she has great legs.

Oh my god - no, it can”t be - this is impossible - .no, please no - Rita barely breathed when Sasha turned around. Rita was stricken with the horror of the situation.

“Sasha - ..?”

Rita was in a mild state of shock. Her mind refused to accept the reality her eyes told her was real. She was speechless as she tried to assimilate the horror of the situation she was seeing. Her sister, - sweet, innocent Sasha - .safe Sasha - .free Sasha - .naked and on her knees, bound to a cock-sucking trainer. IMPOSSIBLE!! How can this be? How could he have tricked her? Rita knew, she KNEW, Sasha had not been PPC”d. How then?

Sasha, of course had known all along that she was going to meet Rita sooner or later, that had been inevitable. When Rita began her little diatribe about who was going to be punished, Sasha had recognized the voice immediately, so she knew who she would be facing even before she was released. The content of Rita”s speech was a bit off-putting, but she knew there was little she could do to affect that. Now, seeing Rita”s open-mouth gawping, Sasha was convinced Rita had not known who she was speaking to when she pronounced the punishment. I wonder if that will change the punishment. Will Rita still whip me? From the look on her face, I fear she will, but not because she wants to. Shadow is making her do it somehow, I”ll bet. Well, whether she wants to do it, or not, it”s still going to hurt. Me more than her.

Sasha”s lips turned upwards in a wry smile, as she broke the silence by saying, “I had a plan that was supposed to result in both of us being free. I didn”t work out quite the way it was supposed to.” She shrugged her shoulders as if to indicate it didn”t matter. And in truth, it no longer did. They were both slaves and would stay that way until their master decided otherwise - if ever. Seizing what might be the only opportunity to tell Rita that she understood, Sasha quickly said, “If you have to whip me, I understand you are being forced to do it. I forgive you. Do whatever you have to.”

Shadow was slightly annoyed that he had allowed Sasha that degree of freedom to assuage Rita”s reluctance, but he had not expected Sasha to grasp the situation. Certainly not that quickly. I will have to be more careful with her, she is sharp and quick on her mental feet. Rita is a little slower it seems. To regain control, Shadow turned to Sasha. “Since you are so anxious for your whipping to begin, come over here.” He was standing under the cable in the middle of the living room. Turning to Rita, he said, “You too. When you are untied, go lower the cable, then bring two short chains to attach Sasha”s ankle cuffs to the rings in the floor and two wrist cuffs.”

Both slaves complied. Shadow untied Sasha”s hands, moving them from behind her back to in front, where he placed the wrist cuffs on her. He then hooked her wrist cuffs to the cable and told Rita to raise the cable. When Rita stopped the cable Sasha”s arms were pulled upwards, but not tightly. Her arms were not supporting her weight at all. He told her to correct that. When Sasha was tightly stretched, he allowed Rita to stop the cable. The strain was evident on Sasha”s face. Then Rita was commanded to bring any riding crop of her choosing.

When Rita was standing in front of Sasha, holding the riding crop, Shadow put his arm around Rita”s shoulder, as though she was his girlfriend, and softly admonished, “Remember our agreement, Rita. Make me proud of you.” Rita tossed him an anguished look, begging with her eyes to be released from the pact they had made. When Shadow smiled gently at her in response, she knew no amount of begging, verbal or silent, would alter the events that were about to take place. With tears welling in her eyes, Rita looked at her sister and silently mouthed, “I”m sorry.” Sasha nodded her resigned acceptance.

Without further hesitation, Rita slammed the crop into Sasha”s pussy. Rita remembered all too well the power of Shadow”s arm when he had whipped her pussy. Giving it her best effort, Rita knew she still fell short of what Shadow would be doing if her were delivering the strokes. Which he would, if Rita allowed herself to show even a slight amount of pity. She told herself what she was doing was better for Sasha, but she could not dismiss the fact that it was her poor performance that caused the whipping to occur. She was the source of her sister”s suffering.
Shadow accepted the first blow as satisfactory. He quietly told Sasha that she was required to count the strokes as though he was wielding the whip. Sasha”s pitiful begging for another stroke was rewarded by a second hit, equally as powerful as the first. She howled her agony and thrashed in her bonds as much as she could. Both slaves began crying lustily.

Sasha managed to croak out her request for another every time, and Rita managed to find it in herself to deliver them all.

When it was over, Shadow stood and began to drop his pants. He walked to Sasha, fully erect, saying, “This is always part of a whipping, too.”

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