AUTHORS NOTE: WHILE THIS IS PURELY A FANTASY STORY THE MAIN CHARACTERS REFLECT THEME'S OF LOVE AND MUTUAL CONSENT THAT I STRONGLY BELIEVE IN REAL LIFE. ALL SUCH PLAY SHOULD BE BETWEEN CONSENTING ADULTS AND NEVER TAKEN FURTHER THAN THAT PERSON WANTS IT TO GO. ANY THING ELSE SHOULD BE LEFT PURELY TO IMAGINATION AND FANTASY. THIS LIFESTYLE IS SUPPOSED TO BE ABOUT GIVING PEOPLE WHAT THEY NEED AND WHAT THEY WANT, WHICH WHILE IT IS NOT LOVE AS MOST PEOPLE UNDERSTAND IT, IS STILL LOVE NONE THE LESS.
AUTHORS NOTE: WHILE NO PRECATIONS ARE TAKEN IN THIS STORY, IT IS BECAUSE OF THE NATURE OF THE CHARACTERS, WHO WOULD NOT BE VUNERABLE TO STD's, AND FOR THE FLOW OF THE STORY. IN REAL LIFE, I ALWAYS RECOMMEND BOTH SAFE SEX AND SAFE BDSM/TORTURE PLAY. --NIKKI
My Mistress, Lady Velvet, led me into the room. The gold tinted mirrors, which lined every surface, reflected us both from several angles as we crossed the circul ar room. She led me to the opposite side from the door, near the marble wash basin, and gently caressed my bruised cheek. He hit you very hard, my slave," she said, concern written on her face, "I am sorry you had to go through that." The slight touch she gave it made my flesh sting and smart, but from her this was a pleasure, where as before it had been an assault.
"I'm all right Mistress, I knew this might happen. I'm just glad I could help you catch him." I meant this too. Pain only hurts if you let it, and I was getting practiced at ignoring pain I did not want. And I was pleased to help Velvet catch this monster of a man.
She smiled, her beautiful face lighting with it. No matter how long I may serve my beloved Mistress, I doubt I will ever get used to her unearthly beauty. She ran her caressing hand down my body, still covered in the silk gown she had given me, running her hands down to my breasts. My nipples hardened as her fingers touched them through the silk, then she gave each a har d pinch. I gasped, and stiffened, feeling the pain roll through them, arching up against her hands.
"I am proud of you Nikki, you are learning fast. Stand here, my slave. And once we are done here, I will reward you properly." She released my nipples after a last sharp twist, then turned towards the door.
Lord Deshi and his personal slave Mark, carried the unconscious man into my Mistresses chamber and after roughly stripping him, began strapping him into the frame. It was a complicated affair, with a number of different clamps and straps, so that a body could be bound in several different positions. It also had pivots set in its sides and in the floor, so that the entire frame could be turned to face any particular part of the room, and so the victim could be tilted back and forth. You could even turn it complete through 360 degrees. This way, my Mistress could place her victim in any position she wished, without having to remove the straps and cuffs. Not that that would have been a problem for her, but it's more convenient then holding him down. Soon he was positioned; spread eagle, his wrists and ankles holding him suspended within the frame. Another bar ran across the middle of the frame, along the small of his back, allowing a waste strap to hold him tightly, but still exposing his ass, back and crotch.
Once the man was secured, Velvet beckoned Deshi to remain awhile. He dismissed Mark, who bowed to both of the Singers and then left the room, taking the man's clothes with him. He went through the door, giving me a wink and a slightly jealous look as he closed it behind him.
My Mistress turned to Deshi speaking to him in the lyric sing song language they and the other Singers used. I could not understand a word, except for his name, but I could understand from the tone and the smile on her face that she was thanking him for his help. He bowed with fluid grace, and as he straightened up, she asked what was obviously a question. He looked over to me, giving me a smile that sent a chill down my spine, breasts and pussy, and then spoke.
Velvet looked thoughtful a moment, then crossed the room over to me, Lord Deshi walking with her until I could see him standing behind me, reflected in the mirrors.
"Lord Deshi did a great deal of work to find and lure this one to my House, Nikki, and I thought he deserved a reward." Velvet gestured towards her victim. "He also stopped this thing from hurting you a second time, and that most certainly should be rewarded."
"He has asked for the use of your body for one night as his reward. I have said it is to be your choice."
I gulped, seeing the gleam in Deshi's eyes. I had never served him, in fact had only served Velvet up to this point, but had heard rumors that he could give the most exquisite pain, taking you to levels you did not know existed. Mark often sported bruises, welts and cuts to give truth to some of these rumors.
"Will it make you unhappy if I serve him Mistress?" I asked. This was an honest question, for I truly loved her, and would do nothing willingly that would displease her. She smiled, brushing her hands across my breasts again, occasionally pinching them lightly.
"Of course not my slave, It would please me greatly to see your pain give pleasure to Lord Deshi. In fact, I would like to watch him torture you. It has been many months since I have seen him work." She gave me a very serious look, then spoke again; "But the choice is yours, you must decide if you want to be his reward. There will be no dishonor in refusing, and I will not be disappointed if you say 'no'. I would be angry in fact, if you did this just to please me, for it means you have not learned as much as I thought."
I considered her words for a few moments, then took a deep breath. "Then I wish to be his reward Mistress." I also felt grateful for Deshi's help, for my cheek still throbbed, and I'm sure that the bastard in the frame would have broken my jaw on the next hit.
My Mistress leaned in close, her hands pinching my nipples again, and kissed me hard. The pain in my nipples washed over me in a delicious wave as she whispered in my ear; "I made the right choice when I made you my personal slave." I could feel her pleasure through the soul bond we shared. "And I will be there my slave, to share and delight in your torment; Deshi is a master."
Then she turned to Deshi. "Very well Deshi, I will bring her to your chamber tomorrow night," Velvet said to him.
I felt his cool strong hands running down my shoulders, over the tattoo that covered my back, his sharp nails trailing light scratches. They moved over my hips, around my stomach up to my silk covered breasts. Then, without any warning, he clenched his fists, his fingers biting deeply into my breasts.
Caught by surprise, I arched up, unable to keep still, and gave a shriek of pain. The hot intense pain rolled over me, and I shuddered in pleasure, my cry lowering to a low moan. He hissed into my ear in his sing song language, and I did not need to know the words to understand that this was a promise of what was to come. There was even a thrill of fear as the pressure and pain increased, for I knew that if he wished, he had the physical strength to crush my breasts to pulp. I forced my eyes open, so that I could see his fingers buried in my breasts, and saw a look of vicarious pleasure on my Mistresses face, our bond letting her soak up my pain.
Just as I was about to collapse from the intense pain, he began to slowly release me. I stood gasping; sucking up the wonderful feelings as the pain slowly ebbed. His teeth gave me a small nip on the ear. Then letting me go he gave Velvet a deep respectful bow, kissed her fingers, and left the room.
"Well," my Mistresses said, "down to the business at hand." Her voice lost all pleasure and softness, becoming commanding and cold. She turned to the still unconscious man in the frame, gave a small gesture, then touched his temple. Instantly he moaned and his eyelids fluttered open.
Before he regained his full wits, Velvet began her change. I watched as her features and body flowed like quicksilver, transforming from her true form, to her human one. As always, I felt a slight warmth in my tattoo as it changed as well. While a startlingly beautiful woman in this body, I saw it as secondary compared to her true being. But the soul that I had fallen in love with, that had trapped and held my own, remained. And it was that soul that was needed now, for this was not pleasure, but duty. I felt the presence of my Mistress in my soul fade away, as she blocked out the rest of the world, preparing herself for what was to happen.
Duty or not, I have to admit that I knew I was going to get great pleasure from watching this. Just as I knew that Velvet would take what pleasure she could from her sworn duty. My Mistress made another gesture and the room suddenly dimmed, leaving our prisoner in a small pool of light, unable to see anything else. Nor could I, as the darkness swallowed my side of the room as well.
"What the fuck is goin' on her here!" Our prisoner roared, as he regained his senses. He pulled against his bonds, the chains and straps rattling and creaking at the strain. " Where the fuck am I! Hey! Is anyone our there? Somebody fucking answer me!"
The light slowly came up, to reveal the entire room. I could see him looking all round, surprise shutting him up for several moments. The room he was in was round, or nearly so, and now that the door was closed, it was hard to tell exactly where the walls were, as all of the walls, and the ceiling, where covered in gold tinted mirrors. He looked off to his right, and could see what looked like a black marble altar. It was covered in an assortment of tools, toys, floggers, whips, and canes, knifes, and ropes. There were also other items, that were not so easily identified, but which had a sinister look all their own. The floor was polished black marble, and I could see him looking around in puzzlement as he realized that there were no lights, yet the room was not dark. Then he finally seemed to notice the two women who shared the room with him.
My Mistress and I where still standing by the marble wash basin. I was still in my backless, white silk gown, and my Mistress was pulling my long red hair over my head and down in front, so that it spilled down over one shoulder to cover my left breast. Besides my collar, I was wearing nothing else. My pale, freckled skin almost glowed in the golden light thrown around the room by the mirrors, making a stark contrast with my tattooed back The silk clung to my body, revealing my slim curves. Modesty aside for a moment, I though I looked beautiful; the picture of a young, pretty little college girl. The perfect bait for our "guest".
I could feel his eyes on my body, watching me, and I watched him stare for a moment in hunger at the large swollen bruise on my cheek, and the smaller ones already forming from where Deshi's fingers had dug into my breasts. Despite the fearful pleasure I had gotten when Lord Deshi looked at me, I felt nothing but a cold sickness at the look this man gave my body.
My Mistress was in her human guise as Tatianna Michealovich, the owner and host of Midnight's Children, the club to which this man had been lured. Her body was that of a ballerina, her legs were long and she stood with that distinctive posture: chin and chest held high, arms and hands as graceful as a swan in motion or at rest. But there was a dark edge to this regal, graceful beauty, a barely hidden power of form and movement that he could somehow sense and that left him cold all over.
Her jet-black hair was pulled back into a bun, giving her aristocratic face a hard edge, that took nothing away from her beauty. She wore almost no makeup in this form, her high cheekbones, thin straight nose, and full red lips needing little. Her eyes, so black that you could only tell the iris from the pupil by its depth, were focused directly on his as he found her face.
She was in her working clothes, as I call them, like her body, a contrast of black and white. A white corset, tightly laced, lead from just below her hips to her breasts, the dark pink of her nipples just visible at the top edge. She had on black lace panties, with white silk stockings held up by a white lace garter belt. Black knee-high leather boots, and elbow length black leather gloves completed the image. She looked beautiful, graceful, and deadly.
"Slave; strip. Then kneel here. You may watch, but you are not to say a word or move from this spot unless bidden. Do you understand?" She said this to me, without taking her eyes from her target. The cold edge in her voice, no matter how many times I heard it, still chilled me, and I quickly undid the clasp behind my neck, and let the silk spill from my shoulders to the floor. The strange accent that all Singers spoke with had gone from exotic warmth, to cold steeliness.
"Yes Mistress, " I said, kneeling on the floor. I folded my hands in my lap, looking up at the man in the frame.
He seemed to summon up his courage at that point, or at least he recovered his outrage at the situation he was in. "And just who the fuck are you, ' Mistress'?' he said with deep sarcasm.
"I am called Velvet. You may call me Mistress," was the reply.
"Well, Velvet," he said, "would you mind telling me just what the FUCK is going on around here?"
Without answering him, she caressed my face and head, running her fingers through my hair. I sighed at her touch, loving how the slick leather slid over my hair and skin.
"Oh, I see," he said, "that little bitch is yours, and you didn't like me fucking with it?" I almost shook my head in sympathy, knowing that his sarcastic and contemptuous tone where only earning him more torment.
"That was just the final line of your warrant. If you had not hurt her, then you would have been able to walk away from here without harm. Rules, are rules after all, and unless you commit an offense within my House, then I am honor bound to let you leave. But I had no worries; your kind can never control themselves. I only regret that my slave here paid the price for your cruelty and violence. I will add that to the list." This last was said in a tone so chilling, that my growing excitement was frozen, and a shudder ran down my back.
Even he felt it, but his outrage still kept him talking. "Warrant, rules, cruelty...lady, what the fuck are you talking about? This is a bondage club for Christ's sake! Look at how you're treating the little bitch right now!" He tried to point at me, but his hands were held to firmly.
My Mistress suddenly grabbed my hair, and roughly pulled back my head, so that I was looking directly up into her face. I moaned as the little pain ran over my scalp, my nipples beginning to harden again. With her other hand she reached under my chin and held me firmly in place.
"Why are you here slave?" she asked.
"To watch this man's torment Mistress, " was my immediate answer.
"No slave! Why are you here at all, why do you serve? Why do you allow me to treat you as my slave, and torment your body with pain?" She had moved down slightly now, and was again pinching my breasts and nipples, the hard fast nips sending pain shooting through my chest.
"AH!!! Because I love you Mistress, and because my pain gives you pleasure." I paused for a moment, unsure if I should say more. "And because I like how the pain makes me feel." This last was said quietly, because I was still a little embarrassed at just how good pain felt to me.
She kissed me, biting my lower lip hard as she did. I could feel her excitement growing, for despite her cold exterior, I knew that she cherished my love, and was very grateful for finding me. She gave me another kiss, slapping my hardening nipples, then turned back to her victim.
"And that," she said with a look of contempt for him, "is what exalts me, and dooms you. I give her what she wants, and what she needs. What no other ever gave her. And she gives me what I need, and allows me to use her in ways few others would."
She moved away from me, walking until her eyes were only inches from his. I can't help but wonder if she let her disguise slip for just a moment, for he suddenly looked very frightened, but I could not see her eyes, for their faces were too close together.
"Yessssssss, I give her pain, agony even, but it is what she WANTS me to do. It is her form of pleasure and joy; I know, for I've seen how she laps it up like cream. And I take great joy in giving it to her. I don't deny it; why should I? I enjoy her pain, and I revel in her cries of agony as much as her sighs of pleasure. I hurt her, yes, but I hurt her because she asks me to, and because she needs me to." Her voice got more and more intense, and her face must have been just as intense, for he was trying to pull back from her.
"W-w-w-w-well what the fuck is your problem then?" he stammered. "If you're into the lifestyle to, then what are you so fucking mad at ME for?" This last was said plaintively, for he was growing more and more frightened.
"Having a willing and loving sub is a rare gift. Many people like to be dominated, but not to the extent that my slave here does. To find someone, who is willing to let you torture them, to give them pain, is a too precious a gift to squander. Especially if there is the chance of finding one who will love you, and not just love what you can do for them."
"We share a love as pure and as intense as any that the "normals" of this world do," she answered. "Many would not understand, and would see us as sick. But I do not condemn them, and hope that someday they will stop condemning us. They have what they want, and what they need. And so do we. I wish them happiness with what they have."
Velvet moved away from him now, going over to the altar. As she continued to speak, she selected several items. She purposely let him see what she had chosen, the items reflected multiple times in the mirrors. "But you, you delight in the torment of those who are unwilling. You select some poor lonely person, man or women, who is willing to take some risk to spice up their life, and go on a blind date with someone they found in the personals."
Some she picked up, and then put back down. There was one, which was too small to see that she tucked down the front of her corset. When she returned, she had the bullwhip as well as the large leather strap. She had two strange looking straps, each with a metal clamp on one end. She also had another item held in the palm of her hand, that I could not see. The only toy she had brought was a rather large butt plug. I was surprised by the limited choice, but said nothing of course.
"You would not have come to my attention even with that, if by this forced means, you had introduced new souls to the world of pleasure and pain. But all you do, all you have ever done, is to ruin the lives you touch. Well that will stop, in this place, and on this night." I could see the fear in his face now, and he was visible shaking.
"D-d-d-d-do you have any I-I-I-idea who I am bitch?" he said, trying to regain some authority in his voice, and failing miserably.
"McPherson. United States Senator Robert McPherson, representing the State of New Holland. "
Of course I know who you are. You covered your tracks well, and it took us some time, but we finally figured out who Nightrope was." He visible paled then. Obviously he was hoping his rank would scare her into letting him go. The new government in office was not kind to those who gave it problems. But if she knew who he was, then it obviously didn't matter.
She moved up to him again, and then hanging the whip, the strap, the butt plug and those strange clamps on the frame, she began to caress his cock, her expert fingers moving in a slow, pleasuring rhythm. He looked surprised at first, expecting some torment, but soon he was unable to resist her fingers. His penis began to harden, even though I could still see the fear on his face. I smiled slightly at his confusion, for I knew just how much pleasure my Mistress could give to a man if she wanted. Velvet could get an erection out of a month dead corpse.
Then he cried out, a shocked and surprised sound. Velvet had a cock ring, hidden in her hand, and she had slipped it over his genitals. Then she grabbed its adjusting straps and pulled hard, the strap clamping around his cock and balls like some circular vice.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He gave a long scream, then clamped his teeth down and tried to stifle the next. "You cunt!" he grated out between clenched teeth, "I'll have you in the fucking gas camber for this!" His cock and balls where already beginning to swell, and I watched as Velvet tied off the strap so it would not slip.
Velvet gave him a chilling smile. "I don't think so Senator, at least not at the hands of someone like you. And I told you once before...call me Mistress." She stroked him, flicking her fingers hard against the swollen shaft, cupping and squeezing his balls. He grunted and hissed between his teeth, not wanting to give her the pleasure of another scream. "I know many who would be in great pleasure, as well as pain now Senator. Strange that you do not seem to like this. Didn't you convince that young Congressional Pageboy to let you tie his balls and cock this way?"
She gave his cock a sudden hard tug, pulling him towards her. He cried out again, his bonds leaving him in place as my Mistress stretched his cock. "You left that poor boy like this for hours Senator. He shrieked himself horse; yet you left him like this. He was two weeks in the hospital after the police found him in the woods where you took him. He still cannot urinate with out pain, and the damage would be permanent if were not for the fact that I am going to have him brought to this House and see that he is healed."
He was looking at her in a mixture of shock and pain, stunned that she knew of the boy. Then he screamed again, as she pulled yet harder. She could easily rip his cock right off, but she knew exactly how much pressure that would take, and she stopped short of it.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he screamed, the agony and pressure on his cock unbearable.
"That was the first time he made love to a man," Velvet said, cold hard anger in her voice. "You could have made it a moment of intense pleasure, one that would ensure his enjoyment of men for the rest of his days. With the right skill and patience, you could even have shown him this world of pleasure through pain in such a way as to ensure his return for more. All you managed to do was make it unforgettable. And if it weren't for us," she said, giving a broad gesture indicating some larger body than just she and myself, "he wouldn't be able to make love again, even if he wished to."
She waved her free hand, and suddenly one of the mirrors wavered, like heat off a road, and a hazy image formed in it. It was like looking at the scene through a thin fog. I could see a handsome teenager, perhaps 16. He was in Velvets arms, crying piteously. She was dressed as a doctor, and exposed to the picture were his genitals. There were horrible swellings and discolorations on both his cock and balls, and small delicate tubes ran into both his sack and his cock.
Velvet had told me what this man had done, but to actually see it? I looked back to the Senator as the image faded, feeling a warm glow in my stomach as he screamed once more.
Suddenly she released him, letting the pressure off his cock. He groaned in relief, but I could see that it would not last long. His cock and balls were growing darker by the moment. It would not be long before the lesser pain of that cock ring began to assert itself again.
Velvet turned him around, so that his ass was towards us. Then, after checking the angle, she tilted the frame slightly, so that the Senator could clearly see his own ass in the reflecting mirrors. She knelt down on the floor next to him, leaving his ass clear to my view.
Very casually, she took down the two strange clamps and the butt plug. Taking one of the straps, she placed the clamp on his left ass cheek, near his asshole, and started tightening it. The teeth of the clamp grabbed a large piece of his ass, and bit into it, holding it firmly. He stifled the cry of pain, and then grunted in more as she took the strap, and pulled his ass cheek wide apart from its opposite, securing the strap to the frame. Then she repeated the procedure with the other cheek. Again, he managed to bite his lips and swallow the cry of pain.
Velvet suddenly grabbed the top of the frame, and rotated him 180 degrees, so that his face was towards us, but he was upside down. "Well, well Senator," she said, giving him an evil smile, "you do seem to have at least a little spine. Good, I would hate for you to break before the finale. I am charged with giving Justice here, not just breaking you of your nastier habits." Then she flipped the frame back, leaving his wide spread bleeding ass cheeks toward us.
Without any preamble, Velvet shoved a finger into his ass, right up to her knuckles. He grunted and jumped as much as he could. She pulled that finger out, and just as casually, put in a second, ramming both fingers hard into his ass. He gasped in pain, and tried to move his butt, but was held immobile in his restraints.
Again she waved her free hand, and another image formed. This one was not a surprise to me, as I had helped to find this woman myself, and had brought her to the House. The image shown was of my helping her out of the limo that brought us to the House, for she was still walking on crutches, 3 months after meeting the Senator.
"Remember her Senator?" my Mistress said, her voice going even colder. "She liked her sex a little ruff, and you were both having some fun. You should have been satisfied, but when she said fisting was too much for her, you just couldn't stop yourself. You tied her to the bed and anally raped her!" With that, Velvet rammed a third, and then a forth finger into his ass.
"Oh shit! Please no! I'll give you money....AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He screamed out as the forth finger was shoved brutally into his ass. "She still can't walk without intense pain Senator, and her sphincter was so damaged she'll be wearing a colostomy bag for the rest of her life!" I felt again that warmth in my belly as he shrieked and bucked, for having been assigned to help Shelly, I knew the agony and humiliation she went through every day. At least that would soon end, once my Mistress was done here. That warmth in my belly as he shrieked and bucked, for having been assigned to help Shelly, I knew the agony and humiliation she went through every day. At least that would soon end, once my Mistress was done here.
"PLEASE!!!! PLEASE STOP!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
"What was that Senator?" Velvet asked, withdrawing all but on finger. "I...I said I'll give you money, double whatever they paid you to find me...just let me go. Please..Mistress." He managed to gasp this out between breaths.
"And what did you do, Senator, when they begged you to stop?" Suddenly, she formed her fingers and thumb into a pointed cone, and without the slightest seeming effort, she drove her whole fist into his ass. Even I couldn't help but shudder in sympathy at the incredible scream that she tore from him.
"IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" His piercing scream was like that of a wounded rabbit, incredibly high pitched. Velvet just kept right on shoving, until six inches of her arm, as well as her fist, were buried in his ass. Then she began to ram her fist, in and out, in and out, pulling back until her whole wrist was visible, then shoving her arm back in hard and fast. Each time she did this, a loud clang came from the frame, as his body was pushed against his restraints. He screamed over and over, begging her to stop whenever he could from words rather than screams.
The more she tortured his ass, the more I wanted her to keep going. Shelly had cried herself to sleep in my arms several times. I felt the heart ache of each of these fade a little with each shriek she tore from him.
Velvet had not said a word in several minutes. I could see her face, reveling in the agony the Senator was feeling. Then she slowed her pace a little,"Beg Senator, beg like you made them beg. Convince me how much you want me to stop, and maybe I will."
He blubbered like a baby. He begged, he pleaded, he offered money and power and government contracts and grants for her friends. About the only thing he did nor offer her was the moon. He called her Mistress more times than I could count. She kept right on ramming her fist into his ass. Just as he was begging to stop the flow of pleas, she suddenly and violently tore her arm out of his ass. Then she snapped up the butt plug, and rammed it into his hole. "Can't have you shitting all over my nice clean floor Senator," she said.
He hung in the frame, the final shock of agony that withdrawal had ripped out of him made him nearly pass out. His chest heaved, his lungs desperately sucking in air.
Velvet watched him for a moment, then nodding as if coming to a decision, she walked back over to me. She saw the look on my face, and a smile twitched at the corners of her mouth. But she did not acknowledge my excitement and enjoyment; instead she removed her gloves and tossed them into the basket under the basin."I can heal his internal injuries, almost as fast as I make them, but he needs a moment or his heart will give out. Wash my arms slave, I don't want his filth on them"
I jumped up and ran the water, getting out soap and a towel. Then I carefully washed her hands and arms, cleaning the tiny stains of shit and blood that had gotten through the glove. As I did this, she played with my pussy, tweaking my labia and clit, making my body shudder in wonderful pain. When I was done, she walked back over to the Senator, turning him to face us once again. She made the same gesture as earlier, and touching his temple, brought him back to consciousness.
"Oh we're not done yet Senator. There are other souls that deserve Justice from you, many more." He shuddered in horror, trying to pull away from her. I could see that blood was forming where the cuffs held his ankles and wrists to the frame. He was desperately trying to pull himself free. Why? Where did he think he was going?
"But you are lucky in one way Senator. I can only give special vengeance for those that I personally know of, that I have proof for; like James and Shelly. But I know of dozens that you have had your sick little way with, and for those I can do at least one thing." With that she pulled down the bullwhip, letting him see it clearly, before turning him around again.
She pulled back the whip, and gave it a few experimental passes, loosening up her arm. Its crack as it slapped the marble floor inches from his feet made him pull even harder against his restraints. Then he gasped in pain as she brought the lash down between his shoulder blades.
CRACK! "One," cried Velvet. He managed to not cry out on the second hit, or the third. But he lost control on the fourth, and while he did not scream or cry on each hit, he began to whimper and beg for mercy again. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! She lashed him up and down his back, on his butt and his shoulders.
I have seen, and felt, my Mistresses skill with a whip before, and I knew she was hitting exactly where she wanted every time. She avoided the spine, and the backs of his knees, for it would end too quickly if she landed a hit there. She hit him over and over again, until he was begging for her to stop. She did stop, for just a moment, then with careful aim she gave one last hard lash between his legs and into his balls, causing him to shriek once more.
"There Senator, forty-three lashes, the same number of times you have hurt someone, against their will, with your sick little games. No more, no less. I didn't even count all the subs that willing let you hurt them, and where you did not go beyond what they wanted."
His back, shoulders and butt were a bloody mess. Long shallow cuts cris-crossed him all over. He was gasping for breath, the blazing agony running over his backside making it hard to him to get a deep breath.
"Cheer up Senator," Velvet said in a sweet voice, "it's almost over." He managed to look up, wondering what she was speaking about. That's when he saw her pull out of her corset the object she had gotten from the alter, more than and hour ago. His face instantly blanched, going from the florid complexion that the whipping had given him to a sickly, pasty white.
"No, oh God, please no. I'll do anything Mistress, anything you want. I swear I won't say a thing. I'll never hurt another living thing. Oh God, please don't do it!" He was shaking his head back and forth, and shuddering in terror from head to foot. What the hell was she holding?
"Asking for mercy in God's name is not very effective with me Senator," Velvet said in her chill voice. "How many times did your victims beg you in God's name to stop? You might as well offer me more money again, or try to threaten me again as beg me in God's name for mercy!" This last was said on an angry note, and she gave him a cold hard stare.
Then she turned towards me, and for just a moment I saw what she was holding. It was an old fashioned thermometer, the kind doctors used to use! It had a bluntly pointed end, and a long thin glass shaft. From the size of it, it was a rectal thermometer. Suddenly, Velvet turned back towards him, and seized his badly swollen cock in her right hand, putting the thermometer in her mouth. She squeezed his tortured cock hard, getting a firm grip. The pain in his cock and balls would be nothing compared to his back and ass, but he jumped as she increased the pres sure. Then with her free hand, she waved another image up on one of the mirrors.
"This one I can't save Senator. This time your game got out of hand, even for you." An image of another man, this one in his late twenties to early thirties, surfaced in the mirror. He was not very handsome, but he was well built, his strong ebony body rippling with muscles. He was also very dead. He was tied hand and foot to a bed, and while there were some fresh flogger and whip marks, there was no obvious source for the huge pool of blood in his lap and on the bed. From the expression on his face, he had been in terror and agony when his life ended.
"He begged you not to use this thing," Velvet said, taking the thermometer out of her mouth. "He was more than willing to let you flog and whip him, to use his body in a number of ways. He even enjoyed the first half-hour or so with you. But that was not enough was it? You had to hurt him more, didn't you?"
He screamed as Velvet pulled his cock out again, making it stand strait out from his body. Then with deliberate precision, she began to push the thermometer into his piss hole.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!" I had thought the other scream the Senator let out unnerving, but this one almost made my hair stand on end. Without the slightest indication she heard him, Velvet kept pushing the little glass shaft into his cock. He screamed out again, filling the small room with his wail of agony.
"PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESE!!!!!! SSSSSSSSSSSSTOP!!!!!" He shrieked at the top of his lungs, but she didn't even pause. She kept pushing until only the very tip of the shaft was sticking out of his cock. She let go of his cock, leaving the Senator screaming in pain, the shiny glass tip winking in the light.
I had never seen my Mistress be this cruel before, for this was the first "session" she had let me watch. I felt a slight shudder pass down my back as I remembered all the times I had been strapped into this same frame. But as she continued to speak, what little sympathy for the pain this man was enduring faded, to be replaced by a cold hard satisfaction.
"But you didn't stop even there did you, you monster," Velvet said, her anger finally getting the better of her. "That would have been bad enough for any human being, but you had to have more!"
Then she whirled around, grabbed the heavy leather strap that still hung on the frame and without a pause, brought it down hard and fast on his cock. WHACK!
"NNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" He pulled at his bonds with all his might, scraping himself raw in an effort to get away from the pain.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! She continued to strap his already tortured cock. "And when your strapping snapped open the fracture in the thermometer you hadn't seen, what did you do? What did you do you bastard!?"
His shrieks and screams were growing horse now; his voice cracking from abuse as bad as what she was giving his cock.
"When you pulled out the thermometer and only half came, and the blood started pouring out of his cock, what did you do!?" She was truly enraged now, slapping his cock over and over. He had stopped screaming, now, he was whimpering like a hurt puppy, tears rolling down his pasty face. "You left him there to die Senator. You were so terrified of a scandal. After all, with the man dead, how could you threaten to have the FBI take away him and his family if he talked?"
"So you threatened the hotel managers, made one of them disappear, and the whole thing went into the unsolved murder files."
Finally, she stopped, as the Senator was hanging limply in his restraints, all but unconscious, his eyes blinking owlishly at her. She threw the strap aside, and grabbed his hair, holding up his head so that he could focus on her face. She yanked the thermometer out of his cock, his eyes bulging at the agony of it. Then with her razor sharp nail, she cut the cock ring off his balls and cock. The sudden flow of blood back into his cock and balls made the Senator scream like the y had been plunged into a fire. The whole time, she held his head up, staring into eyes, keeping him from losing consciousness.
"You brought all this on yourself Senator. I could have been here giving you hours of pleasure, but your sick nature made that impossible. Spending time with me has benefits that you can't begin to imagine," she said, looking over at me as she did. I could not help but smile, for I knew how true that statement was, perhaps better than any other being in the world.
"I have taken more than just your dignity Senator. Your agony has given me a road to your soul. It is much harder if you don't give me your pain willing, but with a soul as corrupt as yours, it was not as hard as I thought." She gave him a hard look; her eyes pulling him out of his half stupor, making him hear her words. I could see the fear on his face, as her eyes and her mind bored into his soul.
"From this day forth Senator, you will find you can't raise your hand to any being. No matter the situation, no matter how much you may long to, you will never be able to hit another living thing for as long as you live. Even if your life is threatened, the only thing you'll be able to do is run for your life." As she spoke, her voice rose, the Song of Pain swelling out of her throat. The words, while still spoken, became like music. To me, it washed over me like a tide of warm water, seeming to fill me with light and warmth. It was wonderful, and no less intense than the first time she had sung The Song for me.
But for Senator McPherson, it was like a lava flow, burning him inside and out, both body and soul. He opened his mouth to scream, but nothing except a low agonized moan came out.
The Song hit its zenith, and then faded slowly away. I found myself swaying slightly, feeling the last of that pleasure flowing through me. Then the spell broke, and the Senator began to sob like the broken man he now was. Deep tearing sobs, that shook his whole body. For now he knew, deep in his soul, that this was of his own making, and would not have happened with out the filth he had allowed into his soul.
She gestured toward the frame, and all the restraints suddenly popped open. The Senator collapsed to the floor, curling into a fetal position and crying like a child.
"You will stay with us for two days Senator, to ensure that you have taken no permanent injuries from this session. After that, we will return you to where the limo picked you up. What you do with your life after that is your business. But I suggest you spend it trying to make up for what you have done so far. Like Scrooge Senator, it is still not too late. What you've experienced here is but a taste of what awaits you if you don't."
Right on cue the door opened and Deshi and Mark stepped in. They took the Senator under his arms, and lifted him up. With his limp crying body between them, they carried him towards the door. Lord Deshi looked over his shoulder to me, locking eyes with me and giving me that smile that sent shivers of fear and anticipation down my back.
"Oh Senator, just one more thing," Velvet said, walking in front of him. Suddenly she balled up her fist, and hit him hard on the left side of his jaw. His head snapped back, and I saw blood fly from between his lips. "Don't EVER touch my slave again!" The Senator's eyes rolled up into his head, and he passed out. Dragging the unconscious Senator behind them, they left, shutting the door behind them.
Suddenly, my Mistress, the iron willed icy cold Lady Velvet sank to her knees in front of me, and pulled me roughly into her arms. "Oh God in Heaven Nikki..his soul was so diseased...there was no love in him, not the slightest hint..how I hate to touch something so filled with filth." I held her to me, our soul bond letting me share her weakness and disgust, now that she was not actively blocking me out. I closed my eyes against the feelings, sending warm loving thoughts her way. As she shook against me, I felt her body begin to change back to her true form.
Her body lengthened, growing leaner as it did. I felt the clothing she was wearing fade away, as if it were never really there. For all I knew, it wasn't. I opened my eyes, seeing her skin grow even paler than mine, turning into an incredible alabaster white, yet somehow not losing any sense of health or vitality. There was not so much as a freckle to mare the marble beauty before me.
The body against mine grew more muscled, but without bulking up; her arms legs and whole body grew harder, the firm muscles standing in clear definition. Yet her skin lost none of its velvety softness and the smooth muscle underneath gave it an exotic rippling as she moved.
Her hair fell from the bun, to cascade down her body in wavy midnight waterfalls, until it fell to the floor. When she stood, it would reach her ankles. Her eyebrows remained the same thin sharp lines, and her lips remained the same deep blood red. Her black pupils suddenly expanded, swallowing the whites, until where human eyes would be, there were two shining black orbs. Within those eyes, I could see tiny lights, circulating like stars, as if I was looking through a window into another universe. The first time I saw them I had been unnerved, now I was struck by the beauty of the soul I found within them.
Her nails grew, lengthening into razor sharp talons, capable of cutting flesh like paper. They were the same blood red as her lips. So where her nipples, which capped her high firm breasts. Her pussy was hidden by a soft thicket of downy hair as soft as rabbits fur. Other than this and her inky black tresses, there was no other hair on her body.
Then I felt the soft brush of feathers against my sides, and I saw her wings emerge. They were not like how many people would imagine; they did not come out of her back. They lined the underside of both arms, and ran from where underarms would be on a human down to her hips. When she extended her arms out to full length, thin projections would emerge from her forearms, and would extend out, more soft feathers emerging as they did until her wings spanned more than 15 feet. The feathers were the same midnight black as her hair, except on the tips of the outer most feathers, where they were a brilliant white. But folded as they where now, they looked like some strange exotic dress, running from her wrists to her ribs, and down to her hips. The feathers of her wings were the softest things I had ever felt in my life.
Now they brushed my nipples and caressed my sides and back. She began to brush her hands over my body, trailing her nails, leaving small painful scratches. Her fingers found my nipples again, and she began to pinch and twist them, her nails making tiny cuts.
"I need you Nikki," she whispered into my ear, one long finger running down my back, her nail leaving a deep painful cut that made me arch my back into the hand that was twisting an pulling on my right nipple. "Give yourself to me, my slave. Let me hurt you, let me give you the pleasure of torture. I need you and your pain to wash his taint from my soul. Help me renew my Song of Pain." I could feel the need in her though our bond, and I knew the kind of session she would give me this night.
I felt my pussy getting wet; my already stiff nipples harden even more. A delicious anticipatory shudder of fear and lust shot down my spine. "You promised to reward me Mistress, once you were done with the Senator," I said against her soft hair, my body quivering in pain as the hand left my breast, and began to pinch and pull on my pussy lips. "I think I would like my reward now Mistress."
Her smile filled my soul with joy. "I love you my slave, my beautiful mortal lover," she whispered as she scooped me up like a baby and carried me towards the frame, which was suddenly as clean as when we first entered the room.
As she strapped me in, I watched the reflection of her angelic body, and my own, in the mirrors. I thought to myself, not for the first time, on how happy I truly was with my Mistress. I also thanked God that not all the Angels that punish sinners are servants of Satan and work only in the depths of hell. Some are as pure, in their own way, as fresh snow, and do their work right here on earth.
Nikki, Apr. '97
