Dark Erotic Fiction

The story so far:

Rita’s Choice: Chapter 1 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
Sasha’s Choice: Chapter 4 May 2006
The Sisters: Chapter 1 Jul 2006
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Shadow got off the elevator and went to the reception desk. The young woman manning the desk smiled pleasantly and asked, “May I help you, sir?”

“Yes, I have an appointment with Frank Shapiro.”

“Oh, yes sir, you must be Mr. Shadow.” Shadow nodded to confirm her assumption. She looked away from him momentarily to consult her large appointment book, then looked back at him.

“There has been a slight change Mr. Shadow, you will be meeting with Mr. Clifton rather than Mr. Shapiro. I will buzz Mr. Clifton to let him know you are here. Please have a seat over there, he will be right with you, I know he is expecting you.”

Shadow was mildly annoyed, but said nothing to the receptionist. There would be nothing she could do about it in any event. What the hell? I”m getting shuffled off to the “B” team before we even get started. Ahhh, who knows, maybe I just got promoted to the “B” team. He did as he had been requested and sat in the large couch in the waiting area. In a very short time an older woman, nicely dressed, came through a door from the inner offices and headed directly to him. He rose as she approached. “Mr. Shadow? I am Maria, Mr. Clifton”s secretary, come with me please.” Shadow dutifully followed. He followed her from a hallway with utilitarian carpet and beige walls into a heavily paneled large outer office with thick, plush carpeting. Without pausing, she led the way to the doorway of the innermost office and beckoned him to enter. He entered a huge corner office containing massive and obviously expensive furniture. The office was furnished with many mementoes, including more than a few pictures of the office”s occupant with the President, a few past Presidents and some Hollywood luminaries. Wrong-o! This is not only the “A” team; I think I got the captain of the team.

Leo Clifton rose from behind his desk the moment Shadow had appeared in his office. He quickly came around his desk with his hand extended, then as he looked at Shadow”s face for the first time, his step faltered. He recovered quickly, but not before both men realized he had been taken aback. Rather than making a foolish attempt to hide the event, Leo addressed it head-on. “You - ” He paused, seeking the words he needed while he pointed his finger at Shadow. “Aren”t you the man who, ummm - .acquired, one of my associates?”

Shadow realized that Clifton was being circumspect in the event he was wrong. He also realized that this was one of the sets of windows that had been open while he had administered Sasha”s first whipping to her. Shadow replied, “If we are discussing a very beautiful blonde, named Sasha, then, yes, I am that same man.”

Leo took Shadow”s hand and warmly shook it, adding, “Then, sir, we might have one or two additional things to discuss. To get to the core of the point, I don”t suppose you would consider selling her, would you?”

Shadow laughed pleasantly and said, “No, I am afraid not. I just got her and I rather like having her.”

Leo nodded with an understanding acceptance. “Yes, well, it didn”t hurt to try, even though I was sure you wouldn”t want to sell her quite so soon. But still, we can perhaps discuss other arrangements?”

Shadow noncommittally responded, “Perhaps,” allowing Leo the option to raise the matter again if he was serious about proposing something.

Leo directed Shadow away from the desk, toward more comfortable, cushioned chairs set around a low coffee table. “Perhaps we should dispense with our original business first. Let me begin by apologizing for the change in your meeting with Mr. Shapiro. One of his clients ran into some unexpected difficulties and that will require Mr. Shapiro”s full time attention for a while. So much so that there was no way he could take on another matter, such as yours, and give it anywhere near the attention it deserves. But let me assure you, even though I bill at a slightly higher rate than Mr. Shapiro, we will hold your costs to that of Mr. Shapiro”s rate since this change was made without consultation with you.”

Shadow had no way of knowing whether that was truth or not. But he also realized, it didn”t matter one way or the other. He had obviously been turned over to the heavy hitter of the office and that was all to the good, so there seemed no reason to say anything negative. The truth, however, was far, far, different than what he had just been told.

*** Thirty-something years earlier ***

Three young men were sitting in the back room of The Velvet Club, a bar even the Chicago police didn”t enter without trepidation. It was just after 4 in the morning, long past closing time, but the bartender/owner had no intention of evicting these particular customers. The young men in question were not so much customers as they were family. Although technically not family at this time, that status was due to change in only a few hours. The men were going to formally be inducted into the family at a private dinner later that evening. Even though they were not family just yet, Luigi had known all three since they were born. Luigi would be as proud as their fathers when they formally swore allegiance.

The three; Leonardo (Leo) Ciffetti, Ernesto (Ernie) Andrezzi, and Michelangelo (Manny “the Maniac”) Cabrelli had finished high school in June. It was now late August. Ernie and Manny had never wavered or given a moment”s thought to doing anything except joining the family, then “making their bones” as quickly as possible. To be a “made man” was the ultimate honor and achievement they aspired to. Leo on the other hand was having second thoughts. If having thought the same thought a few thousand times could be called “having a second thought”. Whatever it was, he was having it. The other two knew Leo didn”t have the same certainty they did. They also knew it wasn”t a matter of balls. Or lack thereof. The three, together, had raised hell, caused trouble, and crossed the line more than once. Leo had never shirked in the doing, or had troubled thoughts after the doing, of any of the actions that could have landed them in jail. They knew he just wanted something different, and was not positive which he wanted more. What they didn”t know was that he had applied to, and been accepted by three colleges. One of which was Yale. While one does not easily walk away from acceptance by the family, neither does one casually dismiss an acceptance by Yale”s School of Law.

Manny had earned his nickname by being exactly that: a maniac. Manny could be trusted to do anything. It didn”t matter how dumb the idea might be. That it might be illegal was not even remotely a consideration, nor was the possibility that somebody might get hurt - provided that somebody was other than Manny, if Manny wanted to do it, he did. If Manny was your friend, you never feared. If Manny was your enemy, all you did was fear. For your life or your health.

Ernie was a thinker. He wasn”t enormously intelligent, but he was far from stupid. He just happened to be a good thinker. He could look at a problem from sides others didn”t even know existed. He could see consequences and reactions three or four times removed. If he had ever taken the time to learn the game, he would have been a world-ranked chess Master. He could size up a problem and see the best solution in seconds. He rarely chose the wrong one. But even then, it wasn”t that he chose the wrong solution, it was only that he might have selected one that wasn”t the best solution.

Leo was smart. There was no getting around that point. Leo was simply very, very intelligent. It didn”t matter what the topic was, if he wanted to learn it, he did. Quickly. And thoroughly. As much as he liked the idea of the rough and tumble life of becoming a made man in the family, he looked enviously at Benny. Benny was a lawyer and commanded respect in the family second only to the Don. Benny was the family”s lawyer, and Benny was young enough that Leo would be an old man before he could ever think about being the family”s lawyer. He would never consider being Benny”s assistant because he knew he was smarter than Benny and would be a better lawyer. Benny should be his assistant, but that would never happen and he knew it. So he had to choose between being a lawyer and living outside the family, or giving up the idea of having the respect of being a lawyer and becoming a made man in the family. It was a wrenching decision. Leo had confided with Ernie in a need to talk it over with someone, and shared his innermost thoughts, including his desire to become a lawyer. While he didn”t tell Ernie he had applied to law schools, Ernie pretty well knew he had.

Ernie threw himself back, sinking deeply into the cushions in the corner of the booth they occupied. He looked at Leo and sympathized with the difficulty Leo was going through. “So what”s it going to be, my friend? You have to make a decision.”

Manny snorted with disgust at Leo”s continuing inability to simply swear allegiance and be done with it. Ernie looked over at Manny and said, “Shut the fuck up Manny. This doesn”t concern you, it involves brains.” Ernie was one of the very few people who could talk to Manny that way and get away with it. For the most part, Leo could too, but he was hesitant to exercise the ability, partly for fear that Manny might have revoked the privilege without telling him.

Leo looked at Ernie and asked, “What do you think I should do?” This was the first time he had asked Ernie directly for his advice in this matter. Ernie had had the answer ready for months, since they had first discussed it. He had only been waiting for Leo to ask. He answered his friend, “I think you should order another round. No, two. I think you should have a drink with your two best friends at this parting in our roads, then you should go home and in the morning talk to the Don. You should tell him that you want to go to law school, and ask for his blessing. He”ll give it to you. Then you should go to law school and never regret it. We will always be friends, Leo, always. Even if we aren”t family, we will never not be friends. Even dickhead Manny, here.” He laughed as he punched Manny in the arm when he said that. Manny understood the gravity of the decision being made, even if he didn”t like it. He looked over at Leo, and slowly nodded his head without saying anything.

Leo looked at his two friends for a long minute, then turned in his seat, raised his arm, holding two fingers out while he moved his hand in a circular motion over the table and called loudly, “Hey, Luigi.”

*** The Present ***

Leonardo Ciffetti moved to Eastlake shortly after graduating from law school. At that time, Eastlake was a growing community, and was central to much of what was happening in the southwest corner of the United States. It had lots of potential. But after a few frustrating years, Leonardo Ciffetti realized that in this somewhat prejudiced bible-thumping corner of the world, someone named Leo Clifton, rather than the very ethnic-sounding Leonardo Ciffetti would have a much more lucrative career. Leo Clifton quickly became a rising star and shortly thereafter, a millionaire.

He never lost touch with Ernie or Manny. In keeping with Ernie”s prediction, the three of them retained a deep friendship despite a few periods of long absences and infrequent phone calls.

Manny “made his bones” long before Ernie did, but Ernie rose far higher in the family. Manny became a “capo”, with authority second only to the Don. Ernie was the Don. Manny remained a capo, although much feared by anyone who wasn”t his friend. Ernie became the Don over a group of families. Ernie became the Don over the entire state, then over the western United States. Ernie eventually moved to Las Vegas to establish the headquarters for his multi-state criminal empire, taking Manny, his long-time friend and capo, with him.

Manny could not keep his dick in his pants and tried to screw every showgirl in town, regardless if she was free or enslaved. Those who resisted found it difficult to dance with a broken leg. Or they found they were no longer suited for a chorus line with scars on their faces. When he unknowingly messed up a beauty that Ernie was about to take into his own bed, Ernie finally called him in and told him he was moving. Ernie suggested he move to Eastlake where Leo could watch out for him. Manny wasn”t dumb enough not to get the message. He moved to Eastlake.

By this time Leo was in charge at Daniels, Harper & Beam. Leo had a list of names he circulated to every lawyer in the firm. The list was simple in concept. If a lawyer was working on a case and one of the names on the list appeared as part of the case, that case was to be turned over to Leo instantly. The day Leo heard that Manny was moving to Eastlake, Manny”s name got added to the list.

When Frank Shapiro received a phone call from a man named Shadow who was inquiring about filing a suit against somebody who had whipped one of his slaves, Frank thought it would be a waste of time. A profitable waste of time, but that was this guy Shadow”s problem. He began by getting the pertinent details over the phone. Then he got the police and insurance company”s reports. The name of the driver who had done the whipping seemed vaguely familiar, but Frank couldn”t quite place it. Some half-remembered thought made him pull out Leo”s list. When the name Michelangelo Cabrelli appeared on both Leo”s list and the police report of the accident and whipping, Shadow”s meeting got changed to Leo Clifton instead of Frank Shapiro.

So Leo studied the man sitting in the chair facing him, trying to decide how to handle - meaning discourage - the processing of this case. When he learned that Shadow was involved with manufacturing, and product design and development, he wrongly concluded that Shadow would know almost nothing about the intricacies of the WSA2000, or of slave law in general. Leo didn”t think to ask, and Shadow didn”t volunteer the fact that he held a federal slaver”s license. Leo began by explaining that he had studied Frank”s notes, read the various reports Frank had acquired and researched relevant case law. He asked Shadow to recount the details of the whipping, just to be sure no detail had been overlooked in the original telling of the incident to Frank. He then asked Shadow what it was that Shadow hoped to achieve and what his thoughts were about how to proceed. When Shadow finished his recitation, Leo was confident he could dissuade any action, and proceeded to begin doing that.

“Well, sir,” he began, “unfortunately you don”t have much of a basis for any significant recovery. Lets look at your claims first. You can claim loss of her sexual services. For a few thousand bucks you get a new slave. A new slave costs less than my fee. You can claim lost time because she was a test bed for the products you are developing. He can counter that unforeseen delays are a normal business risk. He can argue that you were negligent in putting critical test materials in a slave since slaves are normally prone to damage. He can further claim if the materials had to be in her, as opposed to some other slave, then you should have kept her chained in a cell where she couldn”t get hurt. Shows more negligence on your part. You want to claim trespass on your property because he fucked her? Slaves are meant to be fucked. Besides, even if you won on that point, it”s only a misdemeanor. There are other possibilities, but believe me, they all wash away just as easily as these did.

Now, from her standpoint. Granted she was damaged, but she is a slave and nobody, including the law, really cares a whole lot about what happens to a slave. You can torture and kill slaves all day long, and the law simply doesn”t care. Now, if she were a free woman we would have a very different situation. The fact that she has to undergo surgery to repair the damage would open up substantial pain and suffering avenues, as well as a potential for recouping losses suffered from the delay of your product testing since it would be hampering her career and her ability to earn a living, stemming from her inability to continue her work. Many possibilities would be open. But,” he shrugged, indicating the hopelessness of the matter, “that is only wishful thinking. As it stands, I suggest you allow me to contact this Mr. Cabrelli on your behalf and try to negotiate a cash settlement without specific legal action. I must warn you however, it won”t be a huge amount.” Leo knew he could pry thirty to fifty thousand out of Manny with no difficulty. He would offer Shadow ten grand as a first round settlement offer, then inch it upwards. He probably wouldn”t have to offer more than twenty five.

Shadow shocked him when he responded, “Then let”s pursue the pain and suffering, along with the other possibilities.”

Leo figured he was dealing with a real dunce. “Mr. Shadow, you don”t understand. Those possibilities would only be available if she was a free woman.”

Shadow smiled smugly, then retorted, “I understand completely. She is a free woman. I am speaking on her behalf at the moment. Let”s initiate action on all possible fronts.”

Now Leo was somewhat confused. “I thought she was a slave. Are you telling me that Mr. Cabrelli whipped a free woman and the police didn”t do anything?” Actually, the police did quite a lot. They raped the shit out of her.

“No. She was a slave when the whipping took place. She is now a free woman. I freed her yesterday.”

Leo”s mind was racing. How the fuck do I get out of this now? I just got through telling the guy the pot of gold was available if she was free, and the son-of-a-bitch actually freed her. Hoping to stall for time, Leo fell back into the idea of an out-of-court settlement. “Let me contact Mr. Cabrelli. Who knows, he might have the wherewithal to support a million dollar settlement, and avoiding court is still in your - and your ex-slave”s, best interests.”

Shadow knew this meeting was over, but he wasn”t done just yet. As he rose to shake hands again and say good-bye, he said, “I am thinking more in the vicinity of a fifteen or twenty million dollar settlement.” And I will happily settle for ten mil, but I can”t start where I hope to finish. Nancy will be thrilled with that.

As soon as Shadow was out the door, Leo picked up the phone. He called Ernie. When he finished the conversation with Ernie, he called Manny. As he expected would happen, Manny went off like a skyrocket. He flatly refused to consider, discuss or agree to any settlement, period. He summarily informed Leo that “the fucking bitch” would be in the ground before her pussy recovered from the whipping he had given her. Leo reminded him that “the fucking bitch” was now a free woman, and killing a free woman would attract a lot of police attention. Leo further pointed out that given the fact that she would be suing him for untold millions, his name would be so high up on the suspect list that the police would need a telescope to see it. Manny laughed, as though that might actually matter.

Then Leo pulled the rug out from under Manny. “I already spoke to Ernie about this. Ernie says this is personal between you and this woman. He was clear, Manny, this is personal. It”s not family. It”s not business. If you do anything, you have to do it. No help from friends. Your hands, nobody else”s. He doesn”t even want family used for an alibi when you do it. The family is OUT of this picture. You hearing me, Manny? Ernie isn”t fucking around. You so much as make a phone call about this and Ernie will drop a dime on you.” Manny knew that if Ernie “dropped a dime” on him, he would be dead within forty-eight hours. Manny cursed, but he knew he was boxed in. The Don had issued a decision, and that was as final as it got. What Manny didn”t realize was that Ernie had anticipated his reaction, and he hoped, although he knew it might be a futile hope, that Manny would get the message. By isolating Manny this way, Ernie knew there was just a slight possibility that his friend would realize Ernie was trying to tell him to leave it alone without ordering him to leave it alone. Ernie would have been honestly pleased to know that Manny understood the message. But, Manny realized, as he thought about it, he hadn”t been ordered off the matter, he had been freed to act on his own. He was still pissed, and it was never a good thing to have Manny pissed at you. After a few seconds of silence while he thought it over, Manny finally growled, “So what. I”ll go after the fucking bitch all by myself.”

For the next few minutes, Leo tried, unsuccessfully, to calm Manny down and to make him reconsider his intentions. They hung up with Manny still adamant that he was going to handle “the fucking free bitch” all by himself.

Leo knew full well that Manny wasn”t afraid of killing with his own hands, he had already done so many times. Neither was he all that concerned with the possibility of getting arrested and tried for murder one. Manny might not be concerned about that, but Leo was. If nothing else, he didn”t want to see his friend getting a lethal injection. Although, he knew Manny might choose the chair if they offered it to him, just to be perverse. But more, he knew Ernie expected him to keep an eye on Manny, and to keep him out of trouble. He felt he would be letting Ernie down if Manny got caught for murdering “the fucking bitch”. After thinking about it for quite a while, Leo hit on a scheme. It was a long shot, but sometimes long shots paid off. He would call Shadow the following day and set up a meeting for a day or two after that. Then he would try his long shot.

Shadow drove home from the meeting with Leo thinking about his two slaves. He had ordered them to begin their slave service by cleaning the apartment. There were no sexy maid outfits for them yet, but that wasn”t reason to wait before work began. The apartment wasn”t all that large to begin with, and Nancy had kept up with keeping it pretty clean, so he figured the two of them could do the entire place in no more than three or four hours. That should mean they would be back at the computer shopping for clothing he might approve of them wearing. He thought it would be a good time to take one of them to bed for an hour or so. He had taken Sasha into his bed last night and fucked her a few times, so doing Rita when he got home seemed like a good idea.

When he got home, he found Rita and Sasha giggling together in front of the computer screen. They were shopping and making jokes about some of the more outlandish products available. As soon as Sasha became aware of his presence, she jumped up and hurried over to him. She tried to kiss his lips, but he turned his head and she had to settle for his cheek. Undeterred, she snaked one arm around his waist and placed her other hand flat on his stomach, then slowly moved it downward, inching it lower as she forced it behind his belt. She tried to find raw skin where his shirt ended. She pressed her considerable breast into the side of his chest and asked seductively, “May I give my master a blow job? Or better, perhaps he would enjoy my pussy in his bed again.” He made it abundantly clear that even though it was after midnight when he fucked me last night, that doesn”t count for a “today” fucking. So either I get his cock in me, or I get his whip on me. I would much prefer the cock alternative, despite what Rita says.

For his part, Shadow was impressed by the initiative Sasha was demonstrating. She obviously understands the fuck-or-be-whipped rule, and she is doing a damn fine job of trying to swing it to the fuck side of the equation. It”s too bad I decided on Rita before I got here, accepting this offer might encourage her to continue being a good slave. She is really adapting well to being my slave.

Rita watched with disgust. My own sister. And I tried to tell her, just take a few whippings and in the long run life will be much easier. Especially with Mr. Give-Me-Good-Sex-Or-I-Will-Whip-You. The original dork line What am I going to do with her? She will make it harder for both of us if she doesn”t listen to me.

Before Shadow had the chance to pry Sasha off of him, the phone rang. Damn, I never ordered the girls to answer the phone, nor did I tell them how to do it. Ok, I”ll get this one. It turned out to be Nancy. “Hi Sh - uhhh, boss, got a minute?

Shadow chuckled. “It”s ok Nancy, you are a free woman now, you may call me Shadow.”

“I know, it”s just that it feels so weird addressing you by your name after calling you “master” for so long.”

“You are perfectly free to call me master if you wish.”

“And I can suck your cock too, I”ll bet.”

“Only if you ask politely.”

“What??!! Are you tired of your two hotties already? You miss good old Nancy the cock-sucking queen?”

“Of course I miss you. Bring that nice little pussy of yours over here and I will give it another good whipping and fucking, just like old times. Or; what else can I do for you?”

“Actually boss, I want to ask you to send Sasha over here. There are a few bits of clothing I want to see on her before I send them over. I thought I might save you the trouble of having to reject them if they don”t look all that good.”

“Your timing is exquisite. I was just about to take Rita to bed for a bit, so Sasha is yours for the asking for an hour or two. Will you want her longer than that?”

“No, a couple of hours will be fine.”

“I will put her in a cab and pay for it at this end. You do the same when you send her home.”

“Will do. Thanks, boss.”

Shadow hung up the phone, then turned to the two girls. “We are going downstairs. I want to introduce you to the doormen and one you haven”t seen is on duty right now. Then Sasha, you are going back to your old apartment for a bit. Nancy wants you.”

Sasha huddled in the back of the cab for the ride over to her old apartment. She hated being nude in public, but Shadow hadn”t given her an option. She silently prayed that she wouldn”t run into anyone she knew before she got into the apartment. Her prayer didn”t work. She was mortified to see three of her former neighbors talking in front of the building when the taxi pulled up. She tried to stay hidden in the rear seat of the cab, hoping the neighbors would leave, but the driver got annoyed when she didn”t move quickly. “If you wanna stay in the fucking cab, bring that sweet pussy up here and you can stay here until I cum in it” he barked. Sasha knew there was no way to not be seen, so, covered with embarrassment, she exited the cab. It only took a few seconds before they were staring at her, and making crude remarks. She honestly feared one of the men was going to make her get on her knees and give him a blow job. She managed to get into the lobby without her fear being realized, and she hurried to the elevators to get away. The only reason I think he didn”t make me blow him, was because he didn”t realize he could. I hope he doesn”t find out before I leave.

Nancy answered the door, and Sasha ducked inside as quickly as she could. Nancy smirked at her. “Being nude in public isn”t fun, is it?” Sasha mutely shook her head. Her silent response annoyed Nancy, who knew how to be a proper slave and expected Sasha to be one.

“You haven”t learned, have you? Damn, I should have had Shadow give you a whip to bring with you, I could use one right now. And I don”t suppose I can go banging on doors asking to borrow one. Shit. Ok, we will make do. I will deal with your punishment in a minute. In the meantime, get on your knees.”

Sasha immediately dropped into the high kneeling position. Her thighs were vertical and her face was tilted toward the floor, but it was that way from embarrassment, not subservience.

Nancy continued to verbally abuse her slave. “You ignorant cunt, when you are addressed by a free person, you will respond. I asked you a question, and I expected a polite response. Would you like to apologize to me, you worthless, brainless piece of shit?”

“Yes ma”am, I would, if you will permit me to.”

“Would you like to be allowed to call me Nancy?”

Sasha thought quickly, knowing she was being steered into a trap and hoping to avoid it. She responded, “That would be impolite. Someone of my lowly station shouldn”t do that unless she is ordered to by someone of your high station. Are you ordering me to do that ma”am?” Shove it up your ass, bitch. Don”t you remember what it was like being a slave?

Nancy could not think of a way to find fault with that response, so she gruffly said, “Address me as mistress.”

“Yes, mistress.”

Nancy moved over to a comfortable, stuffed chair and seated herself. She crossed her legs and the short skirt she was wearing rode up very high on her. She watched Sasha, who remained unmoving, then commanded, “Get over here.”

Sasha remembered Shadow ordering her to him when she was on her knees. She had received a whipping for getting to her feet when she complied. She was learning. She shuffled over, staying on her knees. When she got close to Nancy”s knees, she stopped. Awww, fuck. I know where this is headed. But I had better ask - I will probably get whipped if I don”t. Is this all a slave”s life is? Sex and whippings? “What may I do for you, mistress?”

In response, Nancy slowly uncrossed her legs in motion reminiscent of Sharon Stone”s famous beaver shot in the movie “Basic Instinct”. But rather than crossing her legs again, Nancy left them widely spread. Sasha could clearly see her new mistress wore no underwear.

Nancy reached down and pulled her skirt the short distance it needed to go to completely expose her pussy. When she was settled, she smiled cruelly at Sasha and said, “I am beginning to understand the fascination some women have with not wearing any underwear. I may adopt that style of dress myself. Now begin your apology, slut.”

Sasha moved forward, positioning herself in between Nancy”s spread legs. She hadn”t really been concentrating on watching Rita when she had licked Nancy, because other things seemed more important at that point in time. Like feeling her tongue being pulled out of her mouth, and that incredibly painful whip that was being used on her pussy. Still, she had noticed that Rita worked her way up Nancy”s leg slowly before getting to the other woman”s pussy. She wasn”t sure, but she figured she had better do the same. As soon as her lips came into contact with Nancy”s thigh, Sasha had a “Duhhh” realization. Why have I been so concerned with not knowing what to do? If I had a man doing this to me, what would I want him to do? What would I enjoy him doing? All I have to do, is do that to Nancy! Duhhh!!

Sasha began by nuzzling the insides of Nancy”s thighs then lightly brushing her tongue over the entire expanse of skin, passing quickly over her pussy, in a teasing fashion. Nancy understood the teasing for what it was, and said nothing, allowing Sasha to continue her efforts. After spending time getting Nancy worked up, Sasha began moving ever closer to her target, alternating between licking and kissing Nancy”s thighs, with rapid flicks of her tongue directly on the now engorged pussy lips. As she alternated between the two sites, she gradually spent more time licking Nancy”s pussy lips and less time on her thighs. Finally she settled on just the enflamed pussy lips, running her tongue up the length of them, repeatedly. She then began inserting her tongue between them just a little bit, then retreating and resuming her licking of the lips.

Nancy was being driven absolutely up the wall. Her breathing was coarse and labored, her heart was pounding and her pussy was sopping wet, but not just from Sasha”s tongue. Shadow had given her pretty good sex. Great on those occasions when he actually concentrated on making her cum. But a stiff cock being rammed into your pussy was totally unlike to a pair of soft lips, even ones that knew what they were doing. Nancy had, on a number of occasions, asked Shadow which he preferred to cum in: a mouth or a pussy. His usual answer was, “Whichever one I am in the mood for.” One night, when he was in a mellow mood, and being a bit more introspective than he usually let her see, he answered more honestly. He admitted to preferring pussy for the most part, but added a caveat, saying that addressed just the physical sensations. Based on the purely physical sensations, pussy was better, no question about it. But, adding a psychological component, of having a slave on her knees with his cock in her mouth brought a whole new element into the equation. For a Dom, which he most definitely was, that was a very significant element. He concluded by saying, “It”s almost impossible to say one is better. They are different, but any further distinction is too dependent on the specific circumstances to make a hard-and-fast rule.”

Since he was apparently willing to speak honestly to her at that moment, Nancy thought it was an excellent opportunity to try to peek a little into his thought processes and gain some understanding about him. It wasn”t so much that she cared for him as a person, as one lover will try to understand more about the other, but she realized it might save her from a whipping or two, and that was worth pursuing. So she asked, “What is so different psychologically?” He didn”t answer for a bit, making her think he would ignore the question, but he had only been assembling his response in an effort to have it make sense. He began by saying, “Think of it this way. A pussy is designed to accept a cock. I can shove my cock in you whether you are willing or not. Hell, you could be dead or unconscious, and I could still fuck you. But putting those aside, assuming you are warm and awake, your body will still respond, even without your voluntarily participation, and I will receive much of the pleasure you are capable of producing. So despite any unwillingness on your part, you will simply be inert or generally unresponsive, but not useless. A blowjob, on the other hand, requires your participation. Whether willing or forced, you must actively participate. Without slicing it into varying shades of degree, just consider the unwilling end of the spectrum. Despite your presumed unwillingness, your active participation is clear and convincing proof of your submission. Your submission to me is a major driver in my pleasure. Fucking your pussy is totally devoid of that psychological element since there may not be any comparable proof of submission. Of course you can begin to add that element by responding and actively participating in vaginal sex, but now we are playing with degrees and shading.”

Nancy didn”t respond immediately because she was thinking about what he had said. The one thought that embedded itself in her mind was, He wants to see my submission. I am his slave, and I accept that. I will do whatever he wants, I don”t have a problem with that, I just have to remember to make a visible effort of showing that I am submitting to his authority. Obedience, plus. I can swallow humiliation as easily as I swallow his cum. That”s much easier to accept than a whipping.

Nancy had not fully believed him then, but she was becoming a believer now. She knew she would never tire of having her pussy stuffed with a cock, but damn, this woman was giving the pleasure from a stiff cock a run for the money. No question, the physical aspect of tongue versus cock is totally different. But Sasha is submitting to ME. I am making her give me pleasure, it is not some master who has commanded her to do it. Even when we were in Shadow”s apartment and it was Rita between my legs, it was still Shadow”s presence that controlled everything. Now it is just me, and I LIKE it. Thanks boss, I think I am beginning to understand what you were trying to tell me.

Sasha then set to work in a serious effort to bring Nancy to full arousal and then climax. She pushed her sore tongue as deeply as she could into Nancy”s steaming pussy. She did her best to imitate a cock with it, fucking Nancy with her tongue. While continuing that, she also brought her lips into service, using them to further rub and stimulate Nancy”s labia. When it became too much for her tongue, and she could no longer sustain that effort, she shifted tactics to concentrate on Nancy”s swollen clit. She began by rubbing that sensitive bit of flesh gently with her tongue. After a few seconds, she replaced her tongue, by rubbing it harder with her pursed lips. When Nancy started moaning and bucking her hips, Sasha ever so softly nibbled on the enflamed clit using her teeth. That pushed Nancy over the edge. When Nancy thrashed and cried out her orgasm, Sasha mashed her tongue onto the abused clit and licked it as hard as she could, pushing the other woman deeper into orgasm. Even when Nancy”s passion abated somewhat, Sasha”s efforts didn”t. She redoubled her efforts with her tongue, speeding up the motion of her tongue over the now super-sensitive sex switch, and forced it to remain in the “on” position. It took only seconds of that tremendous effort and Sasha forced Nancy into another orgasm. Nancy screamed her delight, grabbing Sasha”s head and forcing it into her pussy as she gushed strongly into Sasha”s mouth.

Even Nancy was finally sated after that, and she released Sasha”s head. She sat, burrowing herself deeply into the cushions of the chair, allowing her body to calm itself. After many minutes, she roused herself with thoughts of the further pleasures in store, if only she would move and bring them about. That proved sufficiently motivating that she unfolded her legs and stood up. She looked at the glistening face of the slave at her feet, then said, “That was a decent apology. So good, in fact, that I will be lenient with your punishment.” She had no intention of being the least bit lenient, but she thought it sounded good. Many times Shadow had said something similar to her, then brought on some horrible punishment. She now felt pretty sure he had done to her what she was now doing to Sasha. Back then she had often wondered why he punished her so much, particularly when she thought she didn”t really merit punishment. Now she understood why. Because it was sexually arousing and there was a willing - well, maybe not willing, but a ready source of release at hand. And it was fun.

Sasha”s heart felt like it fell into her feet. I thought that was my punishment. Now what? Pain, most likely. Why is she doing this to me?

Nancy wandered around the apartment seeking inspiration for a good way to punish that little blonde sexpot. As inspiration does, it came out of nowhere and in a flash. “Slave, get over here.” Sasha hurried over. “Go through your clothing, get every belt you have and bring them all here. Oh, and bring a scarf. An opaque one.”

Nancy moved over to the dining room table; a heavy, large piece of furniture that looked like it would seat ten comfortably. She started to shove it where she wanted it, then stopped. I have a slave to do this. Leaving the table for the moment, she went into the kitchen in search of string. She found a nice large ball of it in one of the drawers. When she returned to the dining room, Sasha stood there with an armload of assorted belts.

Excellent, she has more than enough belts for what I have in mind. “Put the belts on the table, then shove the table over here. I want the edge of the table a foot past the chandelier.” She pointed to where she wanted the table moved to, then watched Sasha struggle with getting it in place. When that was done, Sasha was ordered to stand at one end, with her back to the table. Nancy selected two narrow belts. She went to Sasha, told her to place her wrists together and hold her hands in front of her. It was obvious that Nancy meant to bind her hands, so Sasha obligingly raised her hands, pressed them together at the wrists, then held them at a height such that her mistress could easily tie them together.

Nancy used one belt, simply winding it around Sasha”s wrists, then buckled it tightly. She threaded the end of the second belt between Sasha”s arms, looped it around the belt holding Sasha”s wrists, twice, pulled it tight, then buckled it but left a large loop in it in front of her hands. She would connect to that loop in a few minutes. Using two more belts, she secured Sasha”s ankles to the table legs, holding Sasha”s legs widely separated. Satisfied with Sasha”s legs for the moment, she turned her thoughts to Sasha”s arms. I need some way to tie her arms to the table. Another inspiration was quick in coming. She ordered Sasha to lie back on the table and to extend her arms over her head. She then grabbed a few belts and moved to the other end of the table. She looped a belt around one leg of the table, then buckled it loosely. She did the same to the other leg. A third belt was used to connect the first two, and to pull them tight. The “chain” of belts between the two legs at the end of the table now gave her an anchoring point.

A belt was fed through the loop at Sasha”s wrists, but it was too short to reach the anchor chain she had just created. Another belt was added to the first one coming from Sasha”s wrists, to extend it far enough to reach the anchor. She pulled that belt tight and buckled it. Sasha was now securely fastened to the tabletop with her legs spread and her arms pulled tightly over her head. There were a few belts remaining, so she took two more and placed them on Sasha”s legs at about knee height, then around the table legs.. These were also pulled tight and buckled. These belts removed the very little bit of motion Sasha might have had in her legs. Plus, they hurt. They pulled Sasha”s legs painfully wide. Nancy surveyed her work, then frowned. Belts remained unused. At a loss for anything else to do, she took one final belt and wrapped it around Sasha”s arms by her elbows. This one too was pulled very tight, forcing her elbows together, then buckled. Nancy then took the scarf and used it to blindfold Sasha. Satisfied with the bondage, Nancy went into the bedroom.

She took a small table lamp from beside the bed, removed the shade, then bent the wire shade bracket down and out of the way. She returned to the dining room with it and tied a long piece of the string she had found earlier around the lamp”s base. She held the string and allowed the lamp to hang, upside down, from the string. After a few minor adjustments so that the lamp hung almost perfectly straight down, she was satisfied with it. She then looped the string over one of the arms of the chandelier that hung from the ceiling. After a few seconds of adjusting the height, she tied the lamp to the chandelier so that it hung by itself. The end result was that the bulb in the lamp now hung between Sasha”s legs, at a height even with Sasha”s pussy, around six inches away One end of a final length of string was tied around the base of the bulb socket. Nancy took the free end of that string and. stood beside Sasha. She formed a tiny loop knot, placed it over Sasha”s right nipple and pulled it very tight. The nipple instantly distended and began to darken. Nancy had damn near cut it off, she had pulled the string so tight.

Nancy gently raked Sasha”s stomach and abdomen with her fingernails. She softly rubbed Sasha”s pussy lips than asked, “Did you shave your pussy before you were a slave?”

“No, mistress, I didn”t.”

“Shadow ordered you to shave it, didn”t he?”

“Yes mistress, he did.”

“Well, then, slave, I will do you a favor. Shadow likes his slaves well shaved. He gets very annoyed if you are not very smooth, he hates stubble. Most women are not adept at shaving their pussy, especially first-timers like you, so they tend to be very hesitant. That means hairs get missed, or are not closely shaved. Because I am so nice, I will give you an inspection before he does. And you will thank me because he will whip you if he finds stubble. Usually one stroke per hair. He delivers the strokes on your pussy, of course. I will be right back.”

Nancy went into the bathroom where she found a pair of tweezers. Actually, two. She had a choice of one with a sharp point on the end, and one with a square end. She chose the pointy one. Returning to the dining room, she pulled a chair close to Sasha”s pussy and turned the lamp on. With the light so close, it made the tiny hair stubble very visible. She settled her arms on the table and went to work. She dug the point of the tweezers deeply into Sasha”s skin, grabbed the end of the hair with the jaws and yanked. Sasha stifled a yelp. Nancy chose to work on a tiny section, concentrating the pain as much as she could. By the time ten minutes had passed, Sasha was crying.

Nancy finally got bored with pulling the hairs. She was also slightly aroused from watching Sasha twitch, and listening to her moans and tears. She realized she would have to send the slave back shortly, so she decided to try for one final orgasm before doing so. She climbed up onto the table, worked up to where she could sit in Sasha”s chest, then settled her pussy firmly against the slave”s mouth. “You know what we are going to do now, don”t you, slave?”

Sasha had known instantly, what was being pressed against her lips. Without waiting for orders, she extended her tongue, once again, into Nancy”s waiting pussy. It was hard to move her head, and to give Nancy the same stimulation as she had done earlier, but Sasha tried to do her best. Nancy was not pleased with the effort. She gently rocked her hips back and forth, silently urging her slave to greater effort. When that proved unsuccessful, she rocked harder, and commanded, “C”mon slave, get with it.” That didn”t help to improve matters. Somewhat exasperated, Nancy said in a resigned tone, “I tried to do this the nice way, but you just don”t want to learn. You don”t listen. So now we will do this the nasty way.” With that, she reached behind her, taking hold of the string tied to the lamp and pulled. The hot bulb moved forward and settled tightly against Sasha”s pussy lips. Nancy held it there.

Sasha howled. With her mouth buried in Nancy”s pussy, her shriek of pain was muffled down to almost nothing. But Nancy felt it as much as she heard it. She relaxed the string enough that the bulb moved away from Sasha”s skin. Nancy muttered with venom in her voice, “Now get to work, slut, or I do this again.” With that, she pulled the lamp back into contact with Sasha”s pussy. Sasha wailed in agony. She tried to buck and thrash, but tied as she was, her best efforts were reduced to minor twitching and trembling. Her tongue however, found new life. Nancy was very pleased.

Nancy quickly found that she received the most pleasure when she held the bulb in contact with Sasha”s pussy. Being concerned only with her own pleasure, she held the bulb against her more than not. Sasha”s pussy received a very nasty burn. Nancy”s pussy received a very good licking. Only one of them came.

When Nancy eventually released Sasha, she asked, “Do you have any clothing here that Shadow might allow you to wear?”

“Yes mistress, I have a few things he might like to see on me.”

“Then gather them quickly and get the hell out of here, I have things to do.”

Before sending Sasha out the door, Nancy allowed her to phone for a cab, gave her a twenty dollar bill, and told her to go wait in the lobby for the cab. When it arrived, Sasha dashed out to jump into the back seat. When the driver realized she was alone, he demanded payment before he would move anywhere. Sasha proffered the twenty, and watched it disappear so quickly, she knew there would be no change for what should have been a ten or eleven dollar ride, including the tip. Shortly after they got underway, the driver made an unexpected turn into a minor side street. He got out of the cab and moved to the rear door. Sasha knew without question that he planned something vile, and momentarily considered getting out the door on the other side. But she realized there was no way she outrun him, even as fat as he was, and she had no more money. By this time, he was in the back seat with her. He gave her a crooked-tooth smile and began to unbuckle his pants.

She had been able to smell his body odor as soon as she had gotten into the cab and opened a window to help dissipate the foul air. Up close, it was overpowering. When he grabbed her around the back of her head, and pressed her nose into the stench of his crotch she started to gag. But she also knew she had no choice.

It was probably her imagination, but she swore his cum was rancid.

When he eventually deposited her in front of her address, she painfully exited the cab. The doorman recognized her, so he did nothing to impede her entry, but he didn”t open the door for her either. Sasha realized it would take four or five blowjobs before he would render any service at all, then probably one a week to maintain any amount of consideration from him. The night doorman would be the same. There weren”t all that many slaves living in this apartment building, so the few that did would have to keep the doormen happy by themselves. There was little fear of there being too many slaves competing for them, such that there might be a glut of willing mouths resulting in the doormen being unable to accept that many blowjobs. Sasha resolved to make a trip to visit with the doorman as soon as she was able to get a few free minutes. Having him and the others cooperative or helpful might prove useful some day, and sex was her only coin of trade.

Rita answered the door to let her sister into the apartment. Although she said nothing, Sasha was immediately aware of the unhappy look on Rita”s face. Rita led the way into the living room. As soon as they entered, Shadow looked up and cheerfully said, “Oh, good, you”re home. I was afraid we were going to have to begin without you.” He watched her as she walked into the room. It was obvious she was in pain. “What happened to you?”

“Mistress Nancy punished me.”

Mistress Nancy? “And what did she punish you for?”

“I am not sure master, I think it was because I didn”t answer a question that I didn”t think she wanted me to answer.”

Must have been one hell of a punishment seeing how much it apparently still hurts. I will have to speak to Nancy about punishing my slaves. She should make it clear to them what they are being punished for. When she buys her own, she can handle them however she pleases. “How did she punish you?”

“She held a lit lightbulb against my pussy.”

That was clever, I never punished her that way. But I always had a whip handy; I”ll bet she doesn”t have one. Yet. “Show me.”

Sasha went to stand in front of where he was seated, then raised her leg in a vertical split and held it that way for his inspection.

She sure did. That is a pretty good burn. “I am afraid today just isn”t your day, Sasha.”

“I know, master, that wasn”t the only thing that happened..” Sasha wondered if he would ask, and how much she should tell him about the cab driver.

Shadow didn”t ask. Instead he brightly announced, “It”s bondage time for all the ladies of the house.” He winked at Sasha, saying, “I love seeing beautiful women in bondage. Your sister is well aware of that, aren”t you Rita?”

“Yes master, you told me that.”

“Ok, girls, I want you two to each select something to bind your arms. Then put ankle cuffs on. Oh, heels too, I think they will look nice. When you are ready, attach your ankles to the rings in the floor. Leave some slack, I don”t want your legs widely spread” Previously, Shadow had only one set of rings to hold his slave”s legs spread. When he knew he was getting Sasha, he had a second pair installed so he could secure both of them to the floor, side-by-side. The cable system in the ceiling was more than powerful enough to deal with two slaves simultaneously. He couldn”t raise them to different heights with only the one cable, but that was a minor matter. His new place would be much more capable of handling multiple slaves at the same time.

The girls had disappeared into the back to add the mandated heels then quickly placed themselves in the required position. Shadow admired their spread legs for a minute, then looked more closely at what they had each chosen. Rita had selected a heavy leather “single glove” arm binder. Sasha was holding a three inch high collar with an attached strap. The strap had wrist cuffs riveted to it that would hold her arms horizontally. It could be worn with her arms either in front or back, but as always, they would be in back. Once, just to try it, Shadow had locked Nancy in this restraint with her arms in front. He quickly decided he didn”t like it that way, and never did it again. He nodded his approval of their selections, then proceeded to apply the restraints to their arms. He pulled Rita”s single glove straps snug, then went back and tightened each again, until her arms were touching each other from elbows to wrists. Sasha”s device had a buckle toward the top of the strap that allowed the height of her wrists to be adjusted, ranging from the small of her back, upwards, to almost her shoulder blades. He didn”t pull them quite that far, but she was clearly unhappy with the result. When he was done, he caressed one of Sasha”s breasts and playfully tweaked the nipple. The fear growing inside her overrode the pleasure that might otherwise have given her.

Shadow stopped in front of the women, then focused his gaze on Sasha. “Before we get too far along, there is something you should know. While you were at Nancy”s place,” (Sasha inwardly winced at that. It still rankled her that her apartment and her belongings now belonged to somebody else.), “I took Rita to bed. I told Rita that any punishment she earned would be administered to both of you. I am sorry to tell you Sasha, that your sister doesn”t care what I do to you. She gave me a terrible fuck. Terrible. And she did so knowing that you would be the recipient of any pain she earned. It will be small consolation to you to know that she will literally be sharing your pain, as I will administer the identical punishment to both of you. And to think you became a slave in an effort to free her.” Maybe this will cause Sasha to put some pressure on Rita to straighten up.

Shadow then went to the armoire and withdrew two of the rotating punishment dildos. As soon as Rita saw what he was carrying, she softly murmured, “Oh no!” Sasha heard the despair in her voice, and when she looked at her sister and saw fear in her eyes as well. That must be the punishment device he used on Rita”s pussy. The one that hurt her so much. God damn her! I have to suffer because she is too proud to accept being a slave and to give good sex? And from what she said about that thing, I am really going to suffer. Damn her!

Shadow sat at the dining room table, fiddling with the dildos. He too had heard Rita”s muttering, so he turned to her with a big smile to say, “I have good news and bad news for you Rita. The good news is that you will wear this for a considerably shorter time than you did the other day when I brought you home. The bad news is, despite the shorter time, you will like this session a whole lot less. A whole lot less,” he emphasized.

During his fiddling with the dildo, he had removed the plastic shell; the part that actually went into the pussy, and replaced it with another one. “Allow me to demonstrate,” he said conversationally. He rose from the table and walked over to the two slaves. He held the plastic shell that he had removed from the dildo. He placed it lightly against Rita”s nipple and drew its length across her nipple. It slid easily, and felt rather good. Then he took the newly assembled dildo and did the same. With no more pressure than he used with the first one, this time the dildo caught and pulled at her nipple. As he pulled it across her nipple, it abraded the skin and became painful before he finished the motion. Rita realized what was going to happen to her, and without thinking about it she tried to pull her legs together in an unconscious effort to deny him access to her pussy. The chains, naturally, prevented her from doing anything of the sort. A knot of fear formed in her gut, and made its way to her lips, forcing the words from her mouth before she had a chance to think about what she was saying. “Dear god. Master, please, no. Master, I beg of you, please reconsider. This is inhuman. That thing will tear me - us - to raw meat. I haven”t recovered from the first session, my pussy is still very sore from it. With that on it, it will be - will be - oh, please, master, please master, don”t do this to me. Give me another chance, pleassseee, I will give you a good fuck, pleassseee.”

Sasha had never heard anyone beg so heartbreakingly. That it was coming from Rita only made it worse. Her sister didn”t beg. Besides, her sister was the one who had counseled, “Take the whipping, it will be better in the long run”. Now listen to her. And the fucking bitch has condemned me to the same punishment.

Shadow said nothing. He simply placed the tip of the dildo at the entrance to her pussy and shoved it forcefully in. “Remember your words the next time I take you to bed. And every time in the future. If you do, maybe you will save yourself from a repetition of the pain you are about to suffer through.”

As he jammed it into her, Rita winced and cried out. Just having it pushed into her was painful. He attached the leg straps, then turned to Sasha. He looked at her mouth, seeing it was set in a grim frown. “Your turn,” was all he said. He pushed the rough textured dildo into her pussy and saw the slight grimace of pain flash across her eyes. When he freed their legs, both slaves remained motionless. Rita was motionless because she knew what would happen when she moved, and Sasha had scoped it out to the point that she was willing to remain motionless for a week, if that was what it would take to get the dildo removed. Sadly for her, Shadow was not about to permit that.

He returned to the armoire to retrieve his favorite whip. Rita turned her head to watch him and when she saw which whip he had chosen, she turned white. Her voice shuddered as she pleaded, “Master, not that too. Oh dear, sweet, good, kind master, please master, not that whip. Have mercy, master, please.” Sasha looked at her sister, thinking, She”s terrified. Obviously he”s used that whip on her before, and it clearly made an impression on her. I don”t think I am being overly cautious in thinking that I want to avoid having him use it on me. And that probably means I don”t dare stop moving. So either I have my pussy ground into raw hamburger by this dildo, or I find out what it is about that whip that has Rita so petrified. Damn her for doing this to me.

Shadow abruptly commanded, “Ok, lets see some punishment taking place. Sasha, start walking. Rita, follow her. Stay with her. Sasha, get going NOW.” As he barked the last word at her, she forced herself to take a step. Just doing that caused her to take a sharp breath. The second step brought a whimper from her. At the third, she was beginning to fight back tears. By the third step, she felt a blossom of pain expanding in her pussy. It was a deep, burning, tearing, almost electric globe of pain filling her pussy. The next two steps doubled the size of the globe within her and somehow sharpened the sensation into feeling like a thousand pins were stuck in her and were being dragged through her flesh. Her very sensitive, tender flesh. The intensity of the pain grew with each step until it was so severe it was like a living creature gnawing its way through her.

She forced her leg forward again, but could no longer hold back her emotions. With a choked, teary voice, she began begging for pity. “Master, this is unfair. I have been as good as I know how to be. I have tried my best to please you. I will continue trying to please you and to give you the best sex I can. Please don”t do this to me.”

Shadow sat silent, unmoved by her pleading.

After a few more steps, both slaves were crying loudly. Their legs were moving as though they weighed a ton. Sasha made the mistake of stopping for a brief period of respite. Without waiting to hear her begging, or even for her to stop crying long enough to get a word out of her mouth, Shadow flicked the whip at her ass. He pulled it short of laying a stripe completely across both cheeks, but in pulling it up, he caused the tip to “snap” right above her left cheek. The very end of the tip found her soft flesh and stung it like a tiny bolt of lightening. A deep red welt about an inch long instantly appeared, and a drop of blood oozed from one end.

The shocking pain in her ass made Sasha jump and involuntarily race forward. That, of course, made the dildo spin faster which added that much more pain to her now ravaged pussy. She shrieked as the pain coursed through her. Unable to do anything else, she resumed walking, howling in tears with every step.

Rita was no better off. In fact, she was in worse shape. Her pussy really hadn”t recovered from her first session with the little terror in her, and now, with the sandpaper shell having a go at her tender flesh, she was beginning to wonder if standing still and taking a whipping from the hideously painful whip Shadow was holding wouldn”t be better. Although she wasn”t (yet) seriously thinking about stopping and taking the whipping, Shadow disabused her of any possible consideration of doing that. He gave her a flick on her ass with the whip, as he had done to Sasha. Just before doing so, he growled, “Rita, I told you to stay with your sister.” When the tip of the whip then bit into her ass, she did the same thing that her sister had done. She jumped forward. Her shriek was somewhat higher pitched, possibly because she was in more serious pain than her sister.

Shadow made then prance around for about ten minutes. Sasha was in so much agony she was almost delirious. She was stumbling as much as walking; she was bumping into furniture and her howls of pain were beginning to be annoying. Shadow called a halt, allowing them to rest. The tears and whimpering continued unabated. The girls thought it was over, but Shadow had other ideas. He rose from his seat and calmly walked over to his stereo system. After a minute of hunting, he found an ancient vinyl record that he put on a turntable. Before setting the needle in the groove to begin playing, he issued his instructions to them. “This is dancing music. I want you to dance for me in a manner appropriate to the style of the music. Improvise as best you can with your arms tied behind you. I want to see some high kicks too - work some in.” He gave them a leering grin, then concluded, “Give me a good show and I might just call it quits.” He lowered the needle onto the record, Music To Strip By.

The command for some high-kicking was not a casual request. Aside from the fact that he was a leg man, the testing of the dildo while it was being developed had revealed that high-kicking was a very painful motion. The muscles involved in executing the kick tightened the pussy while the kick was being performed, and caused the wearer”s pussy to grip the dildo much more tightly while it spun inside her. Doing that while wearing the sandpaper shell was devastating.

Both women were completely taken aback when the first few bars played. This was unlike anything they had expected. Surprisingly, Sasha was the first to recover her wits and to begin dancing. She tried to make her hips and breasts do most of the dancing, keeping her feet motionless, or moving them only very slightly. She was smart enough to do a series of high kicks by raising her knee, keeping her lower leg jackknifed down, then “kicking” from the knee only. After the third such “kick”, Shadow laid a stroke with the whip between her legs and across her ass and pussy. She got the message. She did a very credible job of dancing, despite the inferno in her grinding her pussy into raw meat. Rita, on the other hand, was a natural-born dancer. She made her movements sensuous and languid, yet disguised the fact that she was hardly moving her feet at all. But she wasn”t kicking. After laying the stroke on Sasha, Shadow continued the motion of the whip with a second lash that wrapped around Rita”s stomach. She gave him a terrified look, fearing that he was going to continue whipping her, but he only said, “I told you to do some high kicks. She began high kicking.

Being naked in front of a man was never high on Sasha”s list of favorite things to do. She loved being naked in bed with a man, but she wasn”t being ogled then, she was being fucked, and that was ok. She knew her breasts were objects of intense scrutiny when they were covered with a bra and a loose blouse. But when they were naked, she was very self-conscious about having them openly admired. Having her arms bound behind her, then being made to dance, naked, for a man”s prurient pleasure was more humiliating than even being naked in public. But the humiliation she was feeling paled in comparison to the pain she was feeling. The pain her sister had brought upon her. As the infernal dildo ripped her pussy into a burning, sore mass of agony, her sisterly love perished in the onslaught of pain. With each spin of the dildo; with each burst of pain shooting into her; with every humiliating high kick, her resolve strengthened. She was going to find a way to extricate herself from this incredibly unfair situation of her suffering for her sister”s sins. Being punished for her own errors was bad enough, but suffering for her sister”s too, had to stop.

Shadow sat back in relaxed contentment, watching his two hot slaves dance for him. He wondered which one he would fuck when the punishment was over. He hadn”t made up his mind, but he knew with absolute, unshakable certainty, he would fuck one of them. He was also toying with the idea of leaving the dildo in place and fucking the winner in her ass. Ahh, decisions, decisions. He was drifting in a languorous reverie when a jarring sight caught his eye. There was a bright red line running the length of Rita”s leg. Aww fuck, she”s bleeding all over the carpet. Damn, that”s annoying.

He immediately called a halt to the festivities and ordered them both into the kitchen. The tile on that floor wouldn”t stain, and Sasha could easily scrub it off. Blood stains in the carpet would never come out if they dried there, and it just looked tacky to have blood-stained carpeting. He released Sasha”s arms, then ordered her into the back to find a Tampax, or something to keep Rita from making a further mess. She didn”t move, then quietly said, “Uhhh, master, I was meaning to talk to you about that. I looked earlier and there isn”t anything like that available. Either mistress Nancy ran out, or she took them with her. I will need some in a day or two, which is why I was looking.” His answer was, “Fuck!.”

He turned to Sasha and removed the dildo, saying, “I don”t want to have to watch you every second to make sure you don”t add more blood than you remove. And if you don”t get every trace of it out, I will drench the carpet in your blood from a whipping before I get a new one. Now get to work.” Addressing Rita, he simply said, “Stay here.”

He went into the back of the apartment and returned with two items. One was a small leather pouch attached to a collar which he buckled around Rita”s neck. The second item was a knapsack that he fastened onto Rita”s shoulders. When he was done, he placed some money in the leather pouch and told Rita where the closest store was. He told her to buy something for the two of them, then ordered her out of the apartment. She hoped he had forgotten that she was still wearing the dildo, and since he had removed it from Sasha, that he would remove it from her if she reminded him. He hadn”t forgotten. “This is more your punishment than Sasha”s, so you will wear it until you return. I don”t care that you bleed on the sidewalks.”

As soon as she was out of the apartment, she experimented with ways of walking to minimize the pain. Nothing minimized the pain. Then she hit on the idea of hopping. That worked pretty well, but hopping in high heels was difficult and she lost her balance often enough. Just moving her legs to recapture her balance was sinfully painful. It took her a while to make it to the store, because even doing mostly hopping, the dildo was having a very significant effect on her. But she forced herself to continue, knowing that an excessive delay would earn her an additional punishment. She made her way to the back of the store, looking for a sign or other indication that they would provide assistance to her. In the rear corner, she found what she was looking for. A hand-lettered sign reading “Slaves” in block print attested to the fact that she would be given service.

What Shadow had done was becoming somewhat commonplace these days. Merchants recognized the fact that slaves would be sent on shopping errands, and in many cases they would be bound, as Rita was now, and unable to transact the simplest dealings. Like getting what they were sent for, and paying for it. The knapsack/pouch combination was a de facto standard arrangement in neighborhoods where slaves being robbed of the money they were carrying was not a concern.

The area was not attended when Rita got there, and she wondered what to do about it. As she looked around, she eventually noticed a small sign next to a pushbutton. The sign said, “Ring for service”. The button was sitting on a pedestal, at about knee height. The implication was clear. It was too low for her to push while standing and bending, and slaves were often chained at their ankles when they were sent shopping, so being able to press it with a knee was not expected either. At this point, she honestly didn”t care, so she dropped to her knees and pressed the button with her chin. She remained on her knees, waiting for a clerk.

A middle-aged, overweight, unkempt woman responded to the bell. She took one look at the young, pretty slave with the dynamite body and long red hair and took an instant dislike for her. “Yeah, cunt, what do you want?” Rita told her what she wanted. Before going to get it, the clerk opened the pouch to check that she had the necessary funds. Only after determining that she had it, did the clerk begin to waddle away to fetch the merchandise. When she returned, that clerk looked down at the still kneeling slave and noticed the blood dripping from her pussy. Now very annoyed, the clerk demanded, “What is this? Am I supposed to plug up your foul pussy for you too?”

Rita abjectly responded, “No ma”am, I am not bleeding from my period.”

“What, then?”

Rita explained about the punishment dildo and what it was doing to her. The clerk”s face broke into a huge grin when she understood what the problem was. The pretty bitch gets so much sex, she isn”t properly grateful for it, and her master is doing the right thing. The empty-headed cunt probably got to be a slave because she used her pussy too much anyway. Serves her right. After she deposited the purchase and the change in their respective pouches, the clerk got an idea. As Rita began to rise from her knees, she placed a meaty paw on Rita”s shoulder, holding her down. Rita looked up, unsure why she was being held down. The clerk smiled at her. “We have something else in the store that might interest you,” she informed her. Rita knew full well she couldn”t buy it, but curiosity got the better of her, so she asked, “What?”

The clerk explained, “It”s a spray developed for minor cuts and abrasions. It has a pretty good anesthetic in it, and it helps clotting. Works real good. Let me show you.” Before Rita could say anything, the clerk turned away and went into a storeroom in the back to get the magic elixir. When she returned, she sat heavily in a chair next to where Rita was kneeling. Rita turned to face her. The clerk said, “Watch this,” then with a surprising speed her hand shot out toward Rita”s breast. She grabbed the nipple, pinched it very tightly and very painfully twisted it. Rita yelped loudly from the pain which made the clerk laugh. She then pinched, twisted and pulled. Rita cried out. Her nipple was almost in as much pain as was her pussy. The clerk released her nipple, then said, “Now watch.” She took the spray can and put a short spritz on the throbbing nipple. It felt cool, and almost instantly the pain began to recede. After only a few seconds, the pain had all but vanished. The clerk then treated Rita”s other nipple to a squirt, waited a few seconds, then grabbed it and did to it the same as she had done to the first nipple. Rita felt it, but it was only mildly annoying, not at all painful like the first one had been. Rita couldn”t help herself, she muttered, “That”s amazing.”

The clerk sat back with a smug smile on her face, gloating. When Rita looked at her, she quietly asked, “Now how do you think that will feel in your pussy?” Rita blurted out, without thinking, “That will feel wonderful. Is there enough money left for me to buy a can?” The clerk shook her head. “I wasn”t planning on selling it to ya, sweetcakes. I was thinking more of giving you a good long spray up your twat. Maybe a spray on that dildo too.”

Rita knew what was coming, but she forced herself to ask anyway. “Are you going to give it to me for free?”

“Not exactly free, honey. But it”ll be worth it to ya.”

Rita sighed. “Right here? Right now?”

The clerk snorted. “You got a better place? Store is empty right now, so why not?”

Rita nodded and without rising, she knee-walked the short distance to where the fat clerk sat. As she approached her, the clerk spread her legs widely to admit Rita”s head. As she did so, Rita caught a whiff of pungent sweat and stale pussy juice. Thinking of the dildo, and the relief she would receive, she plunged her nose into the rank source then began licking it vigorously. She forced herself to ignore the stench, but couldn”t help thinking, I might be giving it this week”s washing.

When the clerk came, it was like a small fountain spraying in her face.

At about the same time, Sasha had finished cleaning up the blood spots. She silently walked in to where Shadow was working, then knelt beside him. He gave her a cursory glance when she did that, but he said nothing. Sasha cautiously reached her hand forward toward his belt. When he did nothing to deter her, she unbuckled it and quickly went after his fly zipper. She looked up at his face, saying, “My master watched his naked slaves dance for him. I”ll bet he was wishing he had a third slave just then to give him some personal attention. I hope it”s not too late to do that for him now.” She took him into her mouth and made very sure it wasn”t too late.

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Next episode: The Sisters: Chapter 3 Sept 2006