Chapter 10
"Remove everything except your heels, then get over there and place your hands in the bands." Tom had seen the gradual change in Denise. She had submitted to licking out Sharon's cunt and his ass, but she was still hesitant in obeying him.
His words produced a sparkle of defiance in her eyes, and without any show of his intentions Tom slammed his fist into her stomach. As she doubled over in pain he placed his other hand under her chin and forced her to look up at him.
"The next on lands on your nose, bitch, if you don't move and move fast." That did it. Her eyes changed, not to fear, but to respect, as she quickly stripped her clothes off so fast they were a blur as they sank to the floor.
Denise removed everything then donned her heels again without the benefit of her silk stockings, walked to the hanging leather bands and began to place them around her wrists.
Tom checked the bands to make sure they were secure before he asked Jason how to raise her off the floor with the winch that was attached to the chains.
Very few minutes later Denise was hanging from the chains and leather bands, her arms were spread wide apart above her head and her legs were attached to rings in the walls pulling them way out to the sides. "Jason tells me that you like your tits beaten. Is that correct?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what, bitch?"
"Yes, sir."
"That's better. What about burning them?"
"No!"
"But I want to burn them."
"No, please. Please don't, sir. Please no."
"No. That's too bad. I want to, bitch, and I will." Tom easily found a candle and matches on a shelve.
He lit the candle and walked back to Denise, all the time she kept begging him not to burn her. It was obvious that the thought of burning her tits terrified her, it was also obvious that her cunt was starting to drool.
Denise twisted in front of him as he slowly passed the flame under her tits. Not slow enough to burn them, just enough so she could feel the heat, and still she begged him not to. "Before I'm done, bitch, you'll beg me to burn your tits."
"No, never. No!"
"How about your cunt?" He lowered the flame. He brought the flame close enough to curl a few hairs before he removed it. Her screams filled the room as she continued to beg him not to burn her.
"But I'm sure you'll enjoy it after a while. Here, I'll show you how much fun it can be." With that he walked away from her and approached Missy, who was still bound to a piece of equipment in another part of the room. She was draped over a block of wood, ass pointed to the ceiling, tits hung down.
"Would you like your tits burnt, Missy?"
"Yessssssss, sir."
"My pleasure," Tom brought the flame to her right nipple and held it there. Missy screamed in pain/pleasure. He moved it to her left nipple and she begged for more. He moved the flame back and forth, slowly, until the entire underside of her tits were red, but not blistered. Then he move to Sharon who was still hanging off to one side of the room.
"How about you, Sharon? Would you like your cunt burnt?" Sharon was still dazed from her recent experiences. Her voice was almost entirely gone, but her body still craved the pain she was addicted to and she pushed her cunt forward in answer.
Tom took his time. He moved the flame slowly around her opened cunt, singeing a hair here and there as her legs trembled to the sides of his hand. Then using his other hand he spread her cuntlips apart and held the flame to her clit. Sharon screamed and came. He walked back to Denise.
"Still insist that I not burn you?"
"No, please don't. Please, sir. Beat me, but don't burn me, please."
"As you wish, my dear." Tom set the candle aside and picked up the bamboo cane. He swished it a couple of times in the air. It was strong and flexible and the grooves were quite pronounced. He brought the cane forward with a snap that connected with her ass. She screamed, but she didn't beg him to stop.
He didn't stop. Her ass and back were quite stripped before he moved around and brought it to her tits. Her tits that she so enjoyed being in pain.
All the while his calm words sank into her pain filled mind. Words that kept saying over and over that he was going to burn her tits until they were fried to a crisp. The cane landed in a mechanical fashion as his voice kept repeating that he was going to burn her tits.
Ten. Twenty. Thirty times the cane landed on her pain loving tits. They were covered with red welts and it was easy to see where the grooves had dug in deeper. "Do you want the flame yet, bitch?"
"Nnnnnnnnnoooooooooooo."
The cane landed some more. Tom's calm voice kept up its litany. "Do you want the flame yet?" he asked after fifty strokes and there wasn't a single centimeter of white skin left on her tits.
"Yeeeeeeesssssss, dammmmmnn you, yesssss."
The cane landed again.
"Do you really want the flame to burn your tits?"
"Yessssss, pleaaassssse."
"I don't think I want to anymore." The cane landed again and again before Denise begged, "Pleasee burrrnnn mmyyyy titsss, please."
"No, I don't think so." The cane landed again.
"Please burn my dammmnnn titssss."
"Well, if you insist" Tom set the cane aside and again took up the candle. He held it several inches under her beaten tits, just enough for her to feel the heat. "Is that good enough?"
"Nnn000oooo burrrrnnn 'emmmm, pleassssssse."
"Like this?" He brought the flame closer to her tits.
"Ccclllooooser, pleaseee. Burrnn meeee."
"Is this close enough?" He held the flame two inches below her hanging tits.
"Mmmooooooorrrreeeee."
"Whatever you say." Tom held the flame to her nipple and kept it there until he saw it starting to blister, then moved it to the other one and did the same.
"G0oddddd, yeess. Moreee do it morrrrreee."
Tom glanced at Jason, raised his eyebrow in question as he slightly shook his head in the negative.
Jason did likewise.
"No. That's enough for now." He sat the candle on the shelf and blew out the flame. He was remembering his lessons. Don't take them to the edge. Leave them short, make them strive for something more. Stop before the limits and they'll continue to beg for more. Besides his cock needed some attention. It got it as he buried it up Denise's ass as his hands attended to her tits.
"Mastttttter Jason, pleaseee," came from the bound Missy across the room.
"Please what, my dear?"
"I need you. Burn me, beat me, fuck me, please."
"Naturally, my dear. Whatever you wish." Jason did indeed do as she asked. He then fucked her cunt. When both men had recovered they released the women and ordered them to make each other come as the men watched with interest.
The small three woman daisy chain did as anticipated. He men were restored. But they dismissed the three women and went in search of Shelly and Linda after quick showers and a change of clothing for themselves.
Tom and Jason entered the harem room. Plush covered pillows covered the floor, curtains of shimmering transparent cloth covered the walls and exotic plants decorated the room. Tom had little trouble imagining himself in the Middle East of three hundred years ago. He began to FEEL like a sultan as Jason showed him the equipment available in the room.
Five minutes later Shelly and Linda entered the room. Linda was dressed in the light blue harem costume and Shelly was in the green one. Their bodies gleamed with oils, their eyes were dramatically highlighted with makeup, and strong, silken straps adorned their wrists and ankles as they kowtowed to the sultans.
"And what have you brought us tonight, mistress of the harem?"
"The slave Linda, masters," Shelly answered from her position on the floor.
"And have we had the slave Linda before?"
"No, my sultans. She is a virgin, my lords."
"Has she been trained in our ways?"
"She has, my sultans. She will do as you wish."
"Bring her here, we wish to inspect her."
Tom had sat there totally stunned as Jason carried on the conversation. He knew, naturally, that Linda was his wife and she was no virgin by any stretch of the imagination, but somehow he thought she was. And he though he was a sultan. A sultan that habitually had slave girls brought to him for his pleasure. His silken robe, the pillows that he rested on and the room he was in seemed familiar.
Shelly brought herself to her feet then bent over to take the silken strap that was connected to Linda's wrist, gave it a jerk and Linda rose.
She was the epitome of the harem slave girl-the costume, the makeup, the lowered eyes and subservient pose. Shelly lead her to the men. "Do you wish her disrobed, my sultans?"
"Yes. We wish to see her. To see if she has been prepared to receive us." Tom was getting into the scene as he moved slightly to accommodate his swelling cock inside his louse pants.
The men watched Shelly remove Linda's clothing a piece at a time. Veil after veil floated to the floor as Linda actually blushed. When she was bare they saw the evidence of her recent abuses, many had faded assumably from the whirlpool treatment, as Shelly turned her around for their pleasure and inspection.
"She is to your satisfaction, my sultans?"
"She is to our satisfaction. Come here and knell between my legs, slave, so I can touch you." Tom was eager to begin as his wife did as ordered. Leaning forward he brought his hand to her exposed tit and gently caressed it as Linda moaned in pleasure between his legs. "You have been beaten, my slave?"
"Yes, my sultan."
"And did you enjoy it, slave?"
"Yes, my sultan."
"Place your legs outside of mine, slave. I wish to feel your cunt."
"Yes, my sultan. Your wish is my command."
When she was as Tom ordered, he wasted little time in jamming his hand up her saturated cunt. She was soaking wet with arousal and want.
"We wish to have you both," Jason added as Tom gave his attention to his wife, "remove your clothing too, mistress."
"Yes, my sultan."
As Tom continued to arouse his wife with his hand Shelly disrobed and placed herself at Jason's disposal.
"You have not been beaten recently, have you mistress of the harem?"
"No, my sultan, I have not. You have not sent orders to the chief eunuch for my beatings. I have only to receive your orders to place myself under his whip. If it is your wish, I will do so now."
"No, it is not my wish, mistress. I wish to whip you myself."
Instantly Shelly again kowtowed before Jason.
"You honor me, my sultan. May I have the privilege of fetching the whip?"
"You may, mistress. Tonight I would prefer the leaded cat."
"Yes, my sultan." Shelly brought her lips to Jason's feet, kissed them, then rose and backed her way out of the room to return a minute later with the leaded whip in her hand. Kneeling before him, she held the whip like a present across her palms as she bowed her head below her arms and offered the whip.
Tom looked over to inspect the whip that Shelly was offering. He had naturally heard of leaded whips before but had never seen one. It was a cat-of-nine tails, but instead of the nine leather strands being single strands each was of double thickness and enclosed between those double strands of leather were lead beads about the size of large beans. The leather had been shrunk around the lead so they were easily discernible to the eye. They would definitely add to the pain of the leather strands when used. They could easily bruise not only the skin but the underlying bones if used with any amount of strength:
Suddenly he knew what Jason was planning. Shelly was to be used instead of Linda, who had taken more than she should have recently. This would be very interesting, he thought. Linda would be forced to watch Shelly's beatings but receive little herself. And for Linda that would be a very severe punishment indeed for his pain loving wife. He smiled at that thought as he began to use his other hand to caress his wife's tits.
"Go to the whipping post, mistress. Tie your ribbons to the ring and I will be with you shortly.", Jason said to Shelly. He waited for her to comply before turning to Tom. "You understand what is to happen?"
"Yes, I think so. Proceed with our mistress of the harem and I will attend to the new slave."
"So be it." Jason rose from the pillows and joined Shelly at the whipping post. She had her silken bands tied to the ring that was hanging from the post before he arrived, so all he had to do was walk to the other side of the post and pull the chain to raise her arms high above her head. He fastened the chain then caressed Shelly's hair as he spoke. "We wish to use you, mistress of the harem, to show the new slave her future. Is that to your approval ?"
"It is, my sultan."
"Good. Then I shall proceed." Jason casually untangled the nine strands of beaded leather as he watched Shelly press the front of her body into the post. Standing to her left he used his right hand to bring the whip forward to her back. An instant later Shelly's screams filled the harem room. "Again?"
"Yes, my sultan."
"As you wish." Again and again Jason brought the beaded whip to her back and buttocks. The whip strands left red streaks on her skin and the lead beads left bruises in their wake.
Across the room Tom divided his attention between Linda and what Jason and Shelly were doing. He had one hand up Linda's cunt wrist deep, keeping her at a continual high level of excitement, as with the other hand he gently caresses her tits and the nipple rings that still adorned them. He did nothing harsh or fast, and as Jason continued with Shelly he watched the change in Linda's expressions. He knew that soon she would be begging for her share of pain. He knew that it would be denied her.
Linda was in a daze. The actions across the room were stimulating as hell. Her grandest wish at that moment was to trade places with Shelly, to be under the punishing whip instead of Tom's gently hands. But a slave's duty was to obey. Tom had told her to remain in place for his attentions and remain she did until the urge to be hurt became so overbearing that she begged him to harm her.
He refused as he began to talk calmly to her. Over and over he told her that all he wished from her tonight was that both men entered her at the same time. Not one in her cunt and one in her ass, but both in her cunt at the same time, then both in her ass at the same time.
As Jason brought the beaded whip to Shelly's willing form again and again Tom's words began to sink into Linda's mind. Suddenly all she craved was to feel both sultans in her virginal cunt at the same time, then up her virgin ass. It became a compulsion. She had to have them at the same time.
Shelly's back and butt were entirely covered with stripes and bruises when Jason told her to turn around and present her tit, stomach and cunt. Linda watched in total fascination as Shelly complied and he began to whip her front. Linda still longed to trade places with her, but even more compelling was the thought of both men inside her openings at the same time. Tom's actions kept her on the brink of coming but never allowed her release.
Shelly's breasts were almost to the point of bleeding and her stomach was equally detailed before Jason lowered his aim and brought the whip to her Venus mound. One, three, five times it landed before he told her to place her feet behind the post to expose her opened cunt to the whip. Shelly screamed, but her cunt remained open for the whip as it landed and again Linda begged her sultan to hurt her.
Tom continued to refuse Linda as one hand became coated with her discharges and his other continued its gentle caress of her battered tits and the long ago forgotten nipple rings that had been installed the day before.