Divine Cruelty (7 page)

The pressure of the blonde's body pressed obscenely against Rachel's bare skin. She was aware of their breasts rubbing together, and the enticing, coltish splendour of the leg attached to her arm, but it was the nearness of the woman's pussy that made the bondage unbearable. Only inches from her face, the grotesque lips pouted towards Rachel's mouth as though begging to be kissed. Enchanted by the sight, struggling against an urge to extend her tongue and sample the dewy flesh, Rachel willed herself to look in any direction other than the temptation of the blonde's cleft.

'There you go,' Master Vince said, slapping a huge vibrator into her free hand. 'The batteries are fresh and it's already lubricated.'

Pearl knelt beside the blonde and passed her an identical phallus.

'You have half an hour to make that bitch scream and tell you to stop,' Master Vince explained needlessly.

Rachel had seen enough of these torment trials to know what was expected. But, as Master Bernard had pointed out, she usually watched the tournaments and had never before been called on to participate. The knowledge of what she was expected to do, and what she would have to endure, inspired a tightening around her chest.

Master Vince was heedless to her growing panic. With careful emphasis, he said, 'You can't bite, scratch or fight but, if you scream first, I'll lose.' Solemnly, he added, 'I don't need to tell you a defeat would be upsetting for the both of us.'

Master Bernard looked ready to protest again, then seemed to think better of it.

Pearl was whispering instructions to her blonde and nodding surreptitiously toward Rachel's piercings. The chain was a constant accessory and she guessed the blonde was being told to pull and tug with as much force as success in the challenge merited. Hurting an opponent was against the rules - biting, scratching and fighting were strictly forbidden - but Rachel knew the only offences that were ever punished were those that could be proved.

Stepping away from the blonde and returning to the table, Pearl snapped her fingers for Master Bernard's attention. 'You're impartial,' she told him. 'Are you going to call for this game to begin?'

He studied her with open hostility and walked back to his place at the fireside. The two slaves still knelt with their backsides to the flames and both writhed with undisguised torment as the dwindling candles spilled fresh wax between their clefts. Master Bernard ignored everyone and everything as he took a replenished brandy balloon from the mantelpiece and drained its contents.

'Why don't you call the start?' Master Vince asked Pearl. 'I instructed the beginning of the last game. It seems only fair you should call this one.'

Rachel registered his offer with undiluted shock. She was not a regular participant in tournaments but she had attended enough to know that this was an unprecedented offer. The privilege of calling the start of a game always went to a man and, as far as she could remember, it always had. Hearing Master Vince suggest Pearl should take that honour was dumbfounding. Rachel was so startled she barely registered the hum of a dildo being switched on between her legs. She passed her bewildered gaze from Master Vince to Pearl, wondering when he had decided to consider the slave trader as an equal.

Pearl clearly realised she was being afforded a great honour because she tipped her glass respectfully toward Master Vince. Savouring the moment, she took time to light a cigarette before glancing toward the floor. Her nose wrinkled with disgust as she sneered down at Rachel and the blonde. Tilting her head to a haughty angle she took a long draw on her cigarette, blew the smoke through her nostrils and said, 'Begin!'

Rachel was still recovering from the surprise of hearing a woman call the game when a vibrator was pushed between her legs. The penetration was brutal and swift and she could feel all eleven inches being forced into the tight confines of her hole. Shockwaves of pleasure buffeted through her sex and the sensations were so unexpected she almost dropped the vibrator from her hand. The buzzing length churned ripples of arousal through her stomach and she was dizzied by a sudden need to climax.

The blonde beneath her was struggling to push the rubber phallus deeper, gasping with the effort of trying to squeeze its entire length into Rachel's pussy. Her features were twisted into a grimace of concentration and her biceps bulged with exertion.

Steeling herself against the responses, determined she wouldn't be beaten, Rachel fought to switch her vibrator on before pushing it over the blonde's distended labia. It was difficult to think clearly with the dildo vibrating inside her sex but she knew she couldn't simply give in. Above and beyond her pleasure, speaking in banal tones that seemed light years from her own borderline euphoria, she could hear Master Vince and Pearl talking quietly.

'When do you expect to have the first items of stock?' he asked.

'I'll start over the next week,' Pearl told him. 'I'll be out recruiting most nights and I'll spend the days training and modifying our supply.'

He sighed sympathetically. 'It won't leave you a lot of time for recreation.'

'How does that Chinese aphorism translate? Make a livelihood from your hobby and you'll never do another day's work. Isn't it something like that?'

'How sage,' Master Vince muttered dryly.

Anxious to see where their conversation was leading Rachel wanted to watch the pair avidly. She would have been more able to concentrate if the blonde hadn't been frigging the vibrator so swiftly. The broad length of rubber slipped rapidly in and out of Rachel's hole, hurling her reluctantly toward an unwanted plateau of pleasure. Slyly, whenever the blonde dared to move her hand from the vibrator, she reached for Rachel's chains and tugged viciously on the links.

Anguished shockwaves roared from Rachel's nipples and clitoral hood but she was accustomed to the torment and easily able to cope with the trauma. If it hadn't been for the delicious buzzing of the vibrator she knew she would have been able to tolerate any of the abuse the blonde inflicted. But, because the pleasure was swiftly becoming unbearable, Rachel fretted that she might be the one who ended this trial by begging for the tournament to stop.

Diligently, she worked her own vibrator in and out of the blonde. Watching the distended pussy lips accept the thick girth was a constant torment and, unable to resist the opportunity, she lowered her head and chased her tongue against the blonde's wetness. They were the silky, sweet delicacy she had anticipated. The smooth sensation against her tongue was like nothing she had experienced before and, driven by lustful hunger, she lapped greedily from the woman's hole.

The pleasure was so fulfilling that for a moment she came close to forgetting she was duelling on her master's behalf. It was only when the first clenching waves of orgasm began to buffet her body that Rachel realised how close she had come to inadvertently surrendering victory.

The blonde tugged hard at Rachel's chain and pushed her dildo deeper.

In an effort to distance herself from the loathsome joy, Rachel moved her mouth from the woman's sex and strained to hear the whispered voices of Pearl and Master Vince. They were sitting closer together than before, their foreheads almost touching as they murmured confidentially to each other.

'If it helps,' Master Vince said quietly, 'you can use the facilities here for storage and training. The estate is secluded and I have plenty of empty rooms that can be laid at your disposal.'

Pearl raised her glass and nodded. 'That certainly would help. Thank you.'

'It only seems right if we're going to be business partners,' he added. 'And, who knows. One night, if you're not too busy recruiting or training, perhaps we could share a meal?'

Pearl smiled for him. The coquettish expression sat oddly on her austere features but Rachel had no doubt it was the first honest emotion she had seen on the woman's face all night. 'I think I'd like that,' Pearl admitted. With a sly twinkle lighting her eye, she said, 'I think I might like that a lot.'

Not wanting to see any more, appalled that Master Vince appeared to be flirting with the slave trader, Rachel tried to busy herself with the duel. Because biting, nipping and hurting were strictly forbidden, she refrained from direct retaliation. The blonde persistently pulled on her chain, wringing raw anguish from the sensitive piercings, and she occasionally resorted to chewing on Rachel's aching clitoris. But, determined to win fairly, Rachel decided she wasn't going to lower herself to such cheap tricks to win. She pushed the vibrator deep, spreading the engorged pussy lips wide around the shaft. Eager to satisfy her curiosity, but trying not to get lost in the pleasure, she dared to tongue the swollen labia. The divine flesh was infuriatingly tempting and, although she wanted to continue, Rachel stopped before her appetite was satiated.

When the blonde's assault became less vigorous, and the tugging had subsided to the occasional truculent yank, Rachel moved her lips over the woman's clitoris.

The blonde tried to move out of her reach but the bondage wouldn't allow her to properly break away. Each time she rolled free, Rachel was able to reposition herself and find her target. The stone floor offered no comfort to their forced embrace but her concentration on the contest left her oblivious to the bumps and bruises it was leaving on her elbows and hips. Determinedly, she puckered her lips over the throbbing bead of flesh, sucked greedily and then dared to nibble.

Beneath her, the blonde squealed.

Encouraged by her cries, Rachel pressed home her attack. She had been frigging the vibrator with a frenzied speed but now she snatched it from the woman's sex. Oblivious to the blissful torment being wrought through her own hole, she felt able to concentrate exclusively on making the blonde scream. Knowing she was doing it for Master Vince, not thinking beyond the need to please him with her actions, Rachel placed the vibrator over the blonde's anus.

The woman stiffened. From between Rachel's legs she glared helplessly up and shook her head.

And, for an instant, Rachel contemplated leniency.

She had been in situations where she hadn't wanted to be treated with such base disregard and she could understand the unspoken plea in the blonde's eyes. But then she remembered she was involved in this challenge on Master Vince's instruction. It wasn't the fear of his retribution that swayed her decision. It was only her desire to do his bidding.

Smiling cruelly, she ploughed all eleven inches into the blonde's backside. As she struggled to push the phallus deeper, she kept her tongue in constant contact with the blonde's pussy. The sex lips were saturated with arousal and Rachel could feel her mouth, jaw and cheeks becoming plastered with the woman's viscous musk. Spurred on by the simpering cries, she began to ride the vibrator briskly in and out of the blonde's sphincter.

As though pulling himself back to reality, Master Vince shook his head and turned his attention to the duel. 'Your champion doesn't look like she's faring too well against my favourite,' he observed.

Pearl sneered at the floor and barked for the blonde to stop whining. 'I suppose I should have put her sister in for this challenge,' she reflected idly. 'I know one of them is good at this sort of thing but the bitches look so similar it's difficult to tell which is which.'

Master Vince nodded sympathetically.

Pearl stared thoughtfully at Rachel. The woman's interest was unsettling because it was so clearly predatory. The slave trader made no pretence to be doing anything other than lecherously admiring her naked body and, for the first time in her life, Rachel found the attention unnerving.

Trying not to be swayed by her worries, Rachel struggled to concentrate on defeating the blonde. Her chains were being pulled, the agony at her nipples was a perpetual sting and her prepuce felt as though it was close to being torn, but she still couldn't shake the idea that the worst aspect of the evening was being the focus of Pearl's curiosity.

'I can understand why she's your favourite,' Pearl remarked. 'She's quite pretty. She's passably obedient, and those chains are an ideal accoutrement.'

'I'm glad you approve,' Master Vince replied.

Unable to hear any inflection in his voice over the rasping of her tortured breath, Rachel couldn't decide if he was being flippant, droll or polite.

'There's only one thing stopping her from being perfect,' Pearl reflected. She sat back in her chair and grinned at Master Vince. 'Of course, if it would please you, I could give her that one thing.'

Horrified, Rachel could see Master Vince was nodding enthusiastically. She wanted to hear more - needed to know what future the pair were planning for her - when the blonde chose to bite Rachel's labia. The pain was sudden and unexpected, shocking her from her fear of what was being discussed.

Renewing her efforts, Rachel stifled the urge to scream and pulled her sex free from the blonde's mouth. With vigorous strokes, she pushed and pulled the vibrator in long, forceful sweeps. One moment it was filling the blonde's anus - pushing her rectum wide as it burrowed into her bowel - then the tip was hovering over the ring of muscle before Rachel pushed back inside again.

Within moments the blonde was sobbing. Her cries were a mixture of agony and grief. A few short minutes later, she screamed for Rachel to stop.

Still continuing to plough the vibrator back and forth, Rachel waited for Master Vince's instruction before she finally desisted.