Mistress Extreme (18 page)

Jacqui did as she'd been told, climaxing time and again as she masturbated deliriously for hours on end, her skin marked deeply by the heavy chastisement Anne had inflicted on her.

The pain Jacqui was still suffering as a result of her earlier beatings and the knowledge of what had caused that pain in the first place made her epic masturbation session and the multiple orgasms that went with it a hundred times more intense.

Jacqui's night of onanistic excess did come to an end, though. It
had
to come to an end because Anne had been very specific in her instructions. There was nothing else for it, nothing that could be done, it was all over.

Jacqui left Anne's home by dawn's early light, just as instructed, closing the front door behind her as quietly as Anne had closed her bedroom door the day before.

‘David,' Jacqui whispered, breaking the silence in the dungeon.

She got no answer. Isabella had been quite clear that they were not to speak or move from the positions in which she had left them and David was not about to disobey her.

‘David,' Jacqui repeated.

There was still no answer.

‘David, playing with Mistress got me all sexed-up. I know it did the same to you. I noticed that you had a huge hard-on when you were licking her anus.'

Silence.

‘David,' Jacqui persisted. ‘I still feel incredibly horny. I've been having some really sexy thoughts – horny memories – while I've been kneeling here back to back with you.'

No reply.

‘My pussy's dripping, I can tell you,' Jacqui continued. ‘So I'm going to play with myself, can't resist it.'

David still gave no answer but his cock swelled anew as he heard what he heard next. It was the wet sound of Jacqui's agile fingers working rhythmically in and out of her pussy and her accompanying moans of pleasure, which he was sure she was exaggerating to increase his lustful discomfort.

‘David,' she said, and he felt her naked breasts rub against his shoulders, her breath hot against his neck. ‘Yes, that's right, I've shifted position. Naughty, aren't I? Want to be naughty, too?'

David gave no answer.

‘Let me see if you want to be naughty,' Jacqui said, reaching round to the front of him and grasping hold of his cock, which was now massively erect. ‘I knew you did, and here's my proof.' She began to masturbate him, her fingers pulling on the length of his erection, rubbing ever harder.

‘David,' she breathed, letting go of his throbbing shaft. ‘I so much want to suck that big cock of yours.' She crawled to the front of him and pressed her mouth to the head of his cock, savouring the feel of it against the softness of her lips. She traced her tongue under it. She closed her mouth around it, sucking on it. Then Jacqui began to work her mouth up and down David's erection until he was panting with desire as her pace grew faster and faster. And then she stopped, removing her lips from his shaft.

‘David,' Jacqui purred, turning round and getting on to all fours in front of him. She looked back into his guilty, anguished face. ‘I'd just love it if you'd fuck me in the arse,' she said, putting her hands behind her and parting the cheeks of her backside. ‘I've been looking forward to it all day. Got my arsehole all prepared, lubed up and everything, in readiness for your
great – big – cock
.'

David didn't say anything, didn't move. But, my God, the enticement of Jacqui's seductive words and that anus pulsing and twitching eagerly, hungrily, wantonly.

‘Come on, David, you know you want to,' Jacqui cajoled, placing her hands back on the floor in front of her and parting her thighs a little further with a seductive wiggle of her backside. ‘Think how it would feel plunging your stiff cock into my tight arsehole and fucking me hard until we both come.'

Suddenly David's resolve deserted him. He couldn't hold out any longer against this most persistent, most voracious of temptresses. He crawled forward and thrust his rampant cock into Jacqui's anal hole, causing her to utter a loud moan of pleasure. David buggered her powerfully, faster and faster, each thrust going deeper into her anus until she screamed out her climax. David called out, too, a wordless explosion of lust as he pumped squirts of hot semen into Jacqui's anal hole.

At that moment the door of the dungeon burst open with a heavy crash and Isabella stormed in. ‘What the hell is going on here?' she said with raised voice, her dark eyes blazing. ‘I told you two not to move position or speak and what do I come in here to discover? I find you, David, fucking Jacqui in the arse. You climaxed, as well, didn't you, you bastard. The evidence is before my eyes.' David had withdrawn his cock and a gentle dribble of jism was beginning to run slowly out of Jacqui's anus and down her thighs.

‘Yes, Mistress,' David replied shamefacedly.

‘Lick that up,' Isabella said pointing to the come leaking down Jacqui's thighs.

‘Yes, Mistress.' He got on with his task straight away, his tongue working fast.

‘Now, lick all your semen from out of her arsehole and swallow it down,' she demanded and David, again, complied immediately. He sucked and slurped at Jacqui's gaping anus, gulping down his own come greedily until Isabella told him to stop.

‘You're both a couple of disobedient fuckers, there can be no denying that,' Isabella said. ‘But what I really want to know is which of you started all this?'

‘David did, Mistress,' Jacqui replied almost before Isabella had finished speaking.

‘Is that true, David?' Isabella asked.

David was silent, momentarily dumbstruck by Jacqui's outrageous duplicity. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

‘Well?' Isabella snapped. ‘Is what Jacqui has just said true?'

He shook his head vigorously. ‘No, Mistress.'

‘One of you is lying,' Isabella said, taking hold of a heavy leather flogger, ‘and I intend to find out which one it is. I'm going to beat the shit out of both of you until I get at the truth. You first, Jacqui, over the whipping bench with you.'

‘Yes, Mistress,' she said, getting into position.

‘Now, I'll ask you again – who started it?'

‘David, Mistress.'

Isabella began to whip Jacqui with considerable ferocity. The lashes struck her backside in a regular harsh rhythm, and each time the whip cracked against her skin, she cried out in pain. Isabella began to strike more quickly, inflicting ever more excruciating pain on her, and Jacqui's cries came faster and faster. Pain soared through her and she began to sob, the tears forming in the corner of her eyes and rolling down her cheeks in a constant flow. Tremors ran through her body too and her backside was crimson from its punishment.

Isabella stopped whipping Jacqui and asked again who had started it.

‘David, Mistress,' she sobbed.

‘Get back on to your knees, bitch.'

‘Yes, Mistress.'

‘Your turn now, David,' Isabella said and he got up from his kneeling position in order to change places with Jacqui. ‘Who started it?'

‘Jacqui, Mistress,' he said, trying desperately to catch Isabella's eye but she determinedly avoided returning his gaze. He bent over the whipping bench, one extremely worried slave.

Isabella thrashed him as ferociously as she had flogged Jacqui, whipping him over and over until the sharp pain burned like fire into his flesh and his aching backside was thoroughly striped with the marks of the flogger. The pain was excruciating but still she went on. David gasped and sobbed with the agony of trying to bear it. The only way he could cope with the intense pain was to block everything else out. He thought of nothing, imagined nothing, the vicious strokes that burned on his backside his only reality.

Isabella stopped whipping David and asked him again who had started it.

‘Jacqui, Mistress,' he said, his face streaked with tears. She told him to get back on to his knees next to Jacqui.

‘Well, I'm loathe to admit it, but torture isn't always the answer,' Isabella said, looking contemptuously from one slave to the other. ‘I'm going to have to make a judgement call on this one and decide which one of you two disobedient slaves is also lying.' There was a long silence, heavy with tension.

‘David,' Isabella said, gazing at him with all the warmth of a rattle snake. ‘Crawl into the cage.' He obeyed and Isabella immediately locked him in and told Jacqui to get up from her knees. She walked with her from the dungeon, switching off its lights before shutting the door and, for good measure, locking it as well. David was left imprisoned in the cage and the dungeon in darkness and despair.

‘I was going to watch a pornographic film I have that's a bit special,' Isabella said to Jacqui as they entered the living room together. ‘Care to join me?'

‘Yes, Mistress,' Jacqui said, her expression that of the proverbial cat that had got the cream. ‘Can we masturbate each other while we watch?'

‘You never know.'

The mahogany cabinet that housed the television was open and Isabella picked up the remote control. She and Jacqui then sat down together on the leather couch opposite the screen. Isabella wound the tape that was already in the machine back to the beginning. There were no credits, just some fizzing on the screen. There was a small glitch on the tape, giving the impression that it had not been professionally made. Isabella fast forwarded and pressed to play. The picture had been taken from one angle only and the two people in it obviously did not know they were being filmed.

Those two people were David and Jacqui. And Jacqui was the one giving the star performance: Jacqui lavishly playing with her wet pussy, Jacqui turning round and masturbating David as she whispered provocatively in his ear and rubbed her breasts against his shoulders, Jacqui crawling in front of David and sucking his cock, Jacqui opening the cheeks of her backside and inviting David to sodomize her ...

Isabella stopped the tape.

‘You're always saying that my dungeon's got absolutely everything,' she said, turning to face Jacqui. ‘That's true. And that includes a well hidden CCTV camera. It's extremely rare for me to use it but today I made an exception and I'm very glad I did.'

‘I don't know what to say,' Jacqui said, not meeting her eye and looking extremely shamefaced.

‘Don't say anything,' Isabella replied, curling her lip with distaste. ‘Go and pack your bags right now and get out of this house.'

‘But, where will I go?' Jacqui said, her voice pleading.

‘Don't know. Don't care,' Isabella hissed sharply. ‘All I know is that I don't ever want to see your lying face again.'

Jacqui gave up being a hostess at
Club Depravity
immediately after that and disappeared off the radar. ‘I never did trust her,' Kate said to Isabella the next time they met.

‘Neither did I, not for a single moment,' Isabella replied. ‘I wasn't born yesterday, you know. I was merely toying with the devious little bitch. She thought she was manipulating me and yet it was the other way round all along.'

Kate laughed quietly. ‘I might have known it,' she said.

The two dommes were having this conversation in Isabella's dungeon and were both gloriously naked except for identical black leather and diamante chokers and shiny high heeled boots. David and Tony were in the dungeon too and were in bondage.

David was on his knees inside the steel cage in which he'd been left incarcerated when he'd
thought
the treacherous Jacqui had managed to fool his Mistress – more fool him for having thought that, he'd told himself afterwards. On this occasion his wrists were handcuffed to one of its bars, he was wearing only a black leather hood with open eye, nose and mouth holes, and there was a metal cock ring at the base of his erect shaft.

Tony was standing with his back to the wall-mounted cross, his arms outstretched. His wrist cuffs were attached by metal trigger clips to chains attached to either end of the horizontal section of the cross and his ankle cuffs were attached together by another trigger clip. He was naked apart from a metal slave's collar and a black leather cock corset that tightly encased his erection.

‘No, I never trusted Jacqui – not one little bit,' Isabella went on. ‘And while we're on the subject of trust,' she added, ‘do you want to play a little game that's all about that very subject?'

‘Sure,' Kate said. ‘What did you have in mind?'

‘We'll each in turn say something we want one of our two slaves here to do or have done to them,' Isabella said. ‘Whatever one of us says, the other must allow, come what may. Why? Because we trust each other, simple as that. Want to play my game?'

‘I certainly do,' Kate said, her violet eyes gleaming.

‘Then let's begin,' Isabella said.

‘Would you like to go first?' Kate asked, deferring to her former Mistress as always.

‘OK,' Isabella said and reflected for a moment. ‘Let's start the proceedings gently. I would like your slave to worship my feet.'

‘All right, why don't you sit down and I'll bring Tony to you,' Kate said. She then strode over to the cross, detached Tony from it and led him, crawling, to kneel at Isabella's feet. He bent his head low and pressed his lips against the toe of the boot Isabella presented to him. He slid his tongue along the pure leather, his lips caressing the instep and then sucking on the high, pointed heel. She presented her other boot to his lips and he did the same, soon lost in the action.

‘That's enough,' Isabella said eventually, pulling her boot away from Tony's lips. ‘Your turn to decide now, Kate. My guess would be that you'll want to go to the opposite extreme.'

‘And you'd be right,' Kate said, taking her cue. ‘I'd like Tony to go over and select the whip of yours that he thinks he'd find the most painful. He will do this in the sure and certain knowledge that you are about to use it on him with the utmost ferocity.' Both Isabella and Tony got to their feet, Tony to collect the whip that he feared the most – a vicious flogger of braided red and black leather – and Isabella to use it on him as soon as he had handed it to her.

‘Thank you, Tony,' Isabella said with a slight sideways nod of the head as she took hold of the braided flogger. ‘See how polite I am?'

‘Yes, Mistress,' he replied, trembling noticeably.

‘I want you to return the compliment and be equally courteous,' she told him. ‘You must thank me every time you feel the lash of this nasty whip, counting out the strokes each time you receive them. Understood?'

‘Yes, Mistress.' His voice was unsteady.

‘Good,' she said. ‘Now, get on to your hands and knees.' As soon as Tony was in position Isabella brought the braided flogger down on his backside with a blow that was exceptionally stinging and sharp.

‘One, Mistress, thank you,' he gasped. She whipped him again and there was another sharp flash of pain.

‘Two, Mistress, thank you.' And again and again and on and on, each strike a hard explosion of sound, until the pain tore at his body and he was sobbing out his thanks piteously, tears cascading down his face. Isabella put the braided flogger to one side when the sobbing slave had counted all the way up to fifty. She looked over at Kate.

‘Your choice this time,' Kate said. ‘It's your turn to decide.'

‘I'd like you to clamp Tony's nipples,' Isabella said after a moment's deliberation.

Kate took hold of a set of clover clamps, walked over to her slave, got him to kneel upright and attached them to his chest. Tony cringed with pain as the clamps pinched into his nipples. Kate then pulled them hard and he cried out. His nipples throbbed painfully, sending spasms of sensation directly to his shaft which pulsed within the tightness of his leather cock corset.

‘Now you choose,' Isabella said. ‘You make the decision.'

Kate picked out a double dildo strap-on and handed it to Isabella along with a bottle of lubricant. ‘I'd like you to fuck my slave in the arse,' she said.

‘It would be my pleasure,' said Isabella, getting into the strap-on harness and easing the internal dildo into her wet pussy. ‘My pleasure indeed.' She pressed the internal dildo hard so that it nudged exquisitely against her clitoris, and she let out a moan of pleasure as she did so. The other end extended from her pubis, a thick, erect cock that was identical to the one she had just inserted into herself. She tightened the straps of the harness, testing the dildo that jutted out from her body and delighting in the feeling that it caused as it pushed against the one inside her that was its mirror image.

Isabella liberally coated the dildo jutting from her crotch with lubricant. ‘Adopt the position to be penetrated, slave,' she ordered. Tony obediently leant forward and then reached back with both arms and held the cheeks of his backside apart, presenting his anus to Isabella. She gently worked the thickness of the dildo in and out of the rosebud opening a few times, pushing it in a little further with each thrust and stretching Tony's sphincter. He suddenly felt the dildo spasm right into him until his anal ring was tight against its base. He put his hands on to the ground and Isabella began to fuck him, slowly at first and then building increasingly in intensity.

‘My turn to choose now,' Isabella said as she continued to sodomize Tony. ‘I'd like you to release David from the cage, bring him to the centre of the dungeon on all fours and use a riding crop on him just as hard as I whipped your slave – harder if it pleases you.'

‘It most definitely does please me,' Kate replied with a sadistic laugh as she strode over to the cage. She bent forward to remove the handcuffs from David's wrists that had been shackling him to the cage, which she then opened. Kate let him crawl out and then took hold of a riding crop.

She weighed the implement in her hand and then began. The first swish of the crop whistled down and landed hard across David's backside. He gave a cry of pain through the mouth hole of the leather hood and a red stripe appeared across his flesh. There was another whistle of the crop, another flash of pain and a further stripe. Soon David lost count as stroke after stroke fell across his rear, slicing red heat through his body. Each stroke made him jump and shudder and cry out. Sometimes Kate brought the crop down in rapid succession, other times her strokes were drawn out, making him wait, in tense anticipation for ages. And then she stopped altogether, putting the crop to one side.

‘Your call,' Isabella said, when she saw that Kate had finished.

‘I'd like to give his genitals a good thrashing now,' replied Kate.

‘Then, do it.'

Kate went to select a small but vicious flogger that she knew from experience was perfect for cock and ball torture and told David to lie on the dungeon floor on his back. Despite, or more accurately because of the severity of his recent punishment and the certainty of more to come, David was extremely aroused. When he lay on his back his erection reared in the air, straining against the metal cock ring that now gripped its base like a tourniquet. Kate knelt beside him and got to work. The first stroke of the vicious little flogger brought a white flash of pain as did the second and third. By the tenth agonizing stroke David's flesh was burning deep and the pain was almost unbearable, yet still it did nothing to diminish his sexual excitement, quite the reverse. He was on fire with lust. She stopped anyway.

‘What now?' Kate said, getting to her feet.

‘I'd like him to crawl over to your slave,' Isabella said, not even breaking stride as she continued to sodomize Tony. ‘I want him to get on to his back facing me, this time with his hard, punished cock right in Tony's face.'

‘Then what?'

‘I would like Tony to suck him off and swallow all the come he ejaculates,' Isabella replied. ‘This game won't be over until Tony has sucked David completely dry, which I absolutely
insist
that he does. Are you happy with that?'

‘I couldn't be happier,' Kate replied gleefully.

David got into position. With Isabella still ramming her strap-on into Tony's anus, he opened his mouth and closed his lips around David's aching cock, circling his tongue around its swollen glans. He held him in his mouth, sucking more and more greedily, energetically deep-throating him all the way down to his tight cock ring.

Isabella, still sodomizing Tony as hard as ever, looked over at Kate. ‘What would you like now?' she asked. ‘Want to join this daisy chain by any chance?'

‘That's exactly what I want,' Kate replied, her violet eyes shining more brightly than ever. ‘I'd like to straddle your slave's hooded face and have him lick my pussy.'

‘Then do it, my dear,' Isabella replied.

Kate duly squatted down over David's face, settling her dripping thighs over his mouth. She opened her pussy lips with her fingers so that David's hot tongue could poke through the mouth hole of his leather hood and enter her. He pressed his tongue into her pussy and she moaned with pleasure.

Isabella carried on energetically buggering Tony as he sucked David's hard cock with equal energy. She also reached down between Tony's legs and began firmly stroking his leather-encased erection, which was now dribbling precome constantly.

The four of them fucked and sucked and licked and stroked with increasing fervour. They were all locked together, giving each other ever more intense pleasure until they each in turn tumbled over into orgasms that racked their bodies with spasms of delight.

First Kate, pushing her sex down hard onto David's mouth, climaxed with an animal-like moan. This was swiftly followed by Isabella who shuddered deliriously at the exquisite sensations she was receiving from her internal dildo as she fucked Tony in the arse with the strap-on and brought him off at the same time with her hand. As waves of come spilled from Tony's trussed-up tumescence onto the dungeon floor he could feel David's cock in his mouth swell and pulse as he reached his own peak, tensing his body and then yielding to the ecstasy of release. He uttered a muffled cry of pleasure from beneath Kate's quivering thighs and climaxed powerfully, his cock flooding streams of come into Tony's mouth in an orgasm that went on and on.

David filled Tony's mouth as he emptied one thick spurt of hot come after another over his tongue and into the back of his throat. Tony sucked and sucked at this deluge, gulping down the come over and over until David at long last stopped ejaculating.

Kate, still buzzing and tingling from the huge climax she had just enjoyed courtesy of the slave on whose leather-hooded face she continued to sit, looked at Isabella and Tony. Isabella had finally stopped thrusting into Tony's rear and had withdrawn the dildo from his anus, but he continued to hold David's spent cock in his mouth just in case he produced any residual jism he would have to swallow. He had to suck him completely dry – Isabella had been insistent about that.

Isabella's game, which she'd said was all about trust, was almost over and it had been a good one in Kate's view. It had pushed limits, pushed boundaries right to the very max but had not crossed them. That of course had been the whole point, Kate said to herself. Trust was the name of the game.