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Ch 14
Usual warnings: This is fiction; do not try this at home; keep away from children, void where prohibited. Also never ever light a charcoal fire indoors; people die from that every year.
Today, I get Vicky out of her cage. I think she did get some sleep, particularly since she does not have to wear the leg spreaders anymore. Her rings are healing well, with no sign of infection. I take her to Master Robert’s bathroom. Master Robert is still in bed with Yukiko. I slept alone last night. I actually enjoyed it, sleeping by myself for a change. Yukiko’s face has a “well fucked look” I try to read Vicky’s expression; is there a pang of jealousy? I wonder.
Once in the bathroom, it is all business. I give Vicky three enemas; the last one has a mint scent to it. Vicky takes the enemas, her face an icon of resignation. With her pussy locked shut, it is her ass that will bear the brunt of our attentions today. She knows this; she has agreed to it. I do her hair, make up, and apply an antibiotic ointment to her rings, inside and outside; Vicky cannot fail but get excited by this manipulation; I sense her moisture.
Just as Candy was yesterday, she will be nude the whole day, except for her extremely uncomfortable pumps. As we finish, we hear noise from the bedroom. Ignoring it, we exit the bathroom and witness Master Robert plowing into Yukiko’s furrow. Yukiko, lost in orgasmic bliss, doesn’t notice us; Master Robert does, smiles, and keeps on plowing into her. Vicky’s face is now quite sad; as we leave the room, she quietly says:
“I can’t give him that anymore”
The kitchen is empty today. Simon must be sleeping in with Candy. For the first time, the masters are not here first. I stand bewildered. I have no instructions. I make coffee while I wait for someone to come. Maybe the smell of the coffee will wake them up. Vicky sits at the table. She smiles at me.
“It still hurts, but not as much; I can sit now”
“You are not allowed to sit today you know” She sensuously glides to the floor and kneels by the table. Why is it that these women can glide like that? I wish I could do that.
Master Simon enters. “It seems we overslept” he says. He gets some coffee for himself and gives some to Vicky
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Eyes downcast, I rush to do so.
Candy is already awake. She gets out of bed and I help her to the bathroom. Since she has finished with her ordeal, she could take care of this business herself, but I do most of it for her. I wash her hair, scrub her back and generally pamper her as much as I can. I also take care of her pussy where her burn is developing a nasty scab. I wash it as gently as I can but Candy cannot control her whimpers. It must hurt like a son of a bitch. I apply more antibiotic ointment on it. Her pussy is very swollen from the battering last night but it seems that no permanent damage was done unintentionally there. I get her dressed in the obligatory white slip and white pumps. We then get to the kitchen where Robert and Yukiko have preceded us.
Today Candy is ravenous. She digs into the breakfast with passion. Vicky only nibbles at her food. Simon will be the MC today, and he outlines the plan. Nothing will happen until the evening. Just like yesterday, the victim will get everything ready. Vicky will choose the whips and dildos that will be used on her. She will also get the coals ready; the irons, she prepared those herself over the past week.
The morning passes lazily. It is a nice, crisp November day outside, and the boys take advantage of it to go on a bike ride. We are left to our own devices. I observe the girls, as they move about the house. Candy, no longer a main actress in the drama, moves about, sore, with a dreamy look on her face. Vicky, restless, cannot hide her tension in small talk; nudity reveals everything. It is hard to prevaricate when your whole body is exposed for others to read. Her face shows resignation, and just a touch of pride. I fear she will lose that little smidgeon of pride before the day is over. Yukiko glides around the house, relaxed but she is not immune to the building tension. Small talk can only get you so far.
Lunch is a repeat of yesterdays. Vicky is not allowed any alcohol, but all of us drink freely. After lunch Vicky gets her final instructions and goes downstairs to get everything ready for her final torture and markings. We lounge around the table, over coffee or espresso.
Finally, we walk down to the dungeon. She has lit candles around the large room. That personal touch was not in the orders given her. The candles give the dungeon a romantic, dreamy appearance. My eyes are drawn towards the brazier by the fireplace. The coals are burning merrily, while Vicky, hands shaking, places the irons inside them. She will be strapped to the torture table, much like Candy yesterday. I look at the instruments she set up: A crop, a bullwhip, and two large rubber strap on dildos for Yukiko and me; they are 8 or 9 inch long, one and a half inches at the tip, flaring to three inches by two thirds of their length. I was afraid she would have picked one of yesterday’s monsters, but sanity prevailed, tiny rubber studs protrude from the shafts, but these should not cause any permanent damage.
Vicky stands and looks at us. She is ready. I cannot help but admire her figure and her valor. I don’t think I could endure what any of these women have, nor could I stand so proudly, knowing what is to come. Nevertheless, warmth and moisture in my nether regions let me know what my real feelings are.
Simon approaches her. “Are you ready?”
“I am” she responds.
He straps her on the wheel, facing the wall, her legs open; she forms an X inside the wooden circle. Yukiko takes the crop first and, unbidden, starts on her shoulders and upper back. Vicky reacts stoically to this first lashes, barely grunting. I thought for a moment that Yukiko is sparing her, but the wheals rising across Vickie’s back show the strength of the strokes. After twenty strokes, Simon says “Hold”. Yukiko hands the crop to Candy.
Her targets are her gorgeous ass globes, but she doesn’t hit them hard. The first scream this evening comes not from Vicky, but from Candy, as Simon slashes her cruelly with the bullwhip; Robert follows suit, and Vicky gets the message. She now slashes at Vickie’s buns with gusto, and Vicky yelps more loudly now. I see that her lower back is off limits, to allow the marks to go on intact skin. Vicky regains her control for the last cuts of the crop, and loud grunts follow Candy’s slashes. Then at Simon’s word, she is done.
My turn; I will thrash her lovely alabaster thighs, now glistening with her sweat. Simon nods at me, and I, afraid of the bullwhip, start to lash Vickie’s thighs. Either I am hitting her harder, or she is more sensitive, or she’s had enough, but screams follow my strokes. She now thrashes in the wheel, throwing her body this way and that. Her bound wrists and ankles however limit her motion, and her efforts only make her writhe seductively. I see Robert’s erection tenting her silk lounge pants. Finally I am done.
The boys will not whip her back, I see. They are both hard, and they will not wait any longer. Robert sets a small stepstool behind Vicky and without further ado, spreads her cheeks and enters her ass in one fluid motion. She throws her head back and screams, once, twice; then she just grunts as he thrusts and, hanging from her wrists, she tries to push back at him, to get into a rhythm with him. Simon motions to me, and points to the floor in front of him. I kneel, free his member with my hands and take him in my mouth. I realize he is not planning to come in me; he just wants some action while waiting for Robert to be done.
As soon as Robert announces his release with a gasp and a grunt, he pulls out, and so does Simon, who takes his place in Vickie’s ass. Like a good sport, she thrusts back at him, and he is soon done. When he pulls out, he points at Candy and gestures towards Vicky. Candy kneels behind Vicky and sucks her ass, to collect all of the jism that the boys deposited there.
It is now Yukiko’s turn. She attaches her dildo and stands behind Vicky. Her rubber intruder probing her hole. I see her lips part “I’m sorry” she says, as her hips thrust, and I see Vickie’s body shudder, I hear her gasps of pain, and I see Yukiko’s hands, wrapped around Vickie’s bosom, as she fucks her ass, with vigor. It takes a long time; despite herself, Yukiko gets excited, and even comes, and then, as Yukiko screams her release, Simon touches her on the shoulder with the folded whip; it is enough.
My turn now. I am crying. I cannot do it. I see the rubber dick sticking out of my pussy; I place it at the ravaged entrance to Vickie’s ass. She tries, valiantly, to encourage me, she thrusts her ass at me, opening her cheeks, as if to encourage me; but I can’t do it. I can’t, until two violent lashes of the bullwhip fall on my back, and then I thrust, and thrust, and thrust again. Not until I establish a suitable rhythm do the whips stop falling. After an eternity, the signal to stop.
“Now for part two” Simon says, to no one in particular.
He unties Vicky, who can barely stand, and turns her around. She gets fastened again to the wheel, her front now exposed. Simon puts a pair of safety glasses on her. I realize now they will use the bullwhip on her.
And they do. Simon goes first, lashing Vickie’s tender belly until it is a spider web of red wheals. Vicky contains herself, mostly, and only a litany of yelps and gasps comes out of her. Then Robert takes his turn, lashing at her breasts. As the tip of the lash flicks her sensitive nipple, she breaks down and starts screaming, and writhing in pain. Robert does not stop until both of her breasts are as red lined as her belly. He then stops.
Yukiko gives her some water, and Candy brings the brazier over. Robert removes her glasses, and fastens her waist to the center of the wheel with a wide leather belt, cinched tight. She will not be able to move at all.
Candy stands besides her, smelling salts at the ready.
“Shall we continue love?” He asks her.
It takes a while before she answers; I see the swallowing motion on her neck. “Yes” she whispers.
Simon picks up the first iron. The small capital S glows white. Vickie’s eyes the white hot iron wildly. As we look upon it, the color changes to a bright red, so bright it is almost yellow. In a swift movement, it comes down on the left side of her mound. Smoke curls up from her mons, as her head bangs against one of the spokes of the wheel. The noise that comes out of her throat cannot be described as a scream. It is an inhuman screech, out of another era. She continues to scream as the iron pulls out, A black S left behind.
Her face is a mask of shock, her mouth open, gasping for air. Her face is covered by a patina of sweat, her hair is wet, her eyes, wild, she looks at the brazier where three more irons sit, white hot, among the coals. Her head swings from side to side as Simon picks up the small R.
I close my eyes, and only her scream, and the smell of burnt flesh informs me of the deed. I open my eyes to see the iron, digging deep into the right side of her mons. The smoke twirls up from her skin. She faints as the iron pulls out, and Candy, ready with her smelling salts revives her. Yukiko gives her cold water, as Simon frees her again from the wheel.
Candy on one side, and me on the other, we support her. Her arms over our shoulders, I feel her cold sweat.
Her head shakes from side to side. Will she go through with this? I cannot believe she will. If she is asked, I am sure she will balk at the next branding. But they will not; they cannot ask it of her. Surely they will just proceed.
Time passes slowly. Vicky is able to stand now. Robert approaches her.
She speaks: “Please …” she cannot say more.
He says it for her: “Will you wear his initials only, and not mine?”
I cannot believe my ears. How can he be so cruel? I just stand there, amazed.
“No, no” Vicky pleads; her words barely audible.
“What do you want me to do?” Robert asks.
“Mark me” she whispers “Mark my back” Her voice is louder now. “Burn your name on my flesh” She has recovered her nerve. I would cheer her, if I dared; since I don’t, I kissed her face.
She moves towards the wheel, stands on the step stool facing the wall and, with an effort of will, that cannot be imagined, stretches her arms towards the leather manacles hanging from the rim. I fasten them on her wrists. “Make them tight” she tells me. “I don’t want to fall” Tears welling in my eyes, I cannot answer. She steps off the stool, hanging from her wrists, and opens her legs, thrusting her ankles towards the leather shackles. Candy and I fasten them on her. Vicky rests her head against the wooden spoke. Simon fastens the thick leather strap on her waist again.
Vicky hangs there, her gorgeous back exposed. The dimples, on both sides of her spine, right above her ass cheeks. I have never seen anything so beautiful. Robert picks up the first iron. The large capital R, glowing white red. Vicky cannot see it coming this time. Is it more cruel this way? Or more merciful? I can’t say. My eyes are glued to the iron, as it approaches the defenseless flesh. The sizzle, the scream, and the smoke, follow each other in a well rehearsed cadence. I feel dizzy, tremble, but I steady myself on the rim of the wheel. I do not fall down. Vicky is still screaming, I am crying and so is Yukiko. Candy caresses Vickie’s neck and says nothing.
The large S follows. It is an anticlimax of sorts. Vicky faints again and is revived again, and then, it is over.
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