Chapter 7 #2
Master Erek releases me and pulls me by my ankles off the bed and onto the floor.
“Stay,” he orders.
I wouldn’t think of moving, of doing anything else wrong.
Did I really say those words aloud? And did my beautiful, sad Master Séverin say them back to me? Or is this what slavespace can do: make me imagine that my fondest wish is coming true?
Master Erek goes to a trunk up against one wall and begins pulling heavy metal chains out, then he pulls me to my feet.
I’m so dizzy and weak, it’s hard to stand, but he steadies me, as always.
And it’s Master Séverin who fastens a pair of leather cuffs around my wrists, and leather shackles around my ankles.
The leather is so soft, it tells me they have something really terrible planned for me.
The two of them move me to the end of the bed, and the backs of my thighs press against that soft edge as Master Séverin reaches up to do something overhead, out of my sight.
When he raises my arms up over my head, I realize he’s fastening my cuffs to something—a spreader bar, perhaps—hung from the ceiling.
Master Erek stands before me now, dressed only in a pair of black boxer briefs.
His body is solid muscle, his arms and thighs thick, his stomach a solid six-pack.
And his arms are fully tattooed, all the way to his shoulders, in black and grey, and part of his chest, too.
I don’t know why this seems unexpected. But his ink is so beautiful, and so much a part of him, and when he turns to retrieve something else, I see that his back is fully tattooed in what looks to be Viking designs.
But I am too far gone already to really know.
The two of them begin to wrap me in chains.
The metal is cold, and the chains are heavy, weighing me down more and more as they weave them around my torso and over my shoulders, binding my breasts in the cool steel while leaving my nipples bared.
They work together in flawless symmetry.
And although the chains are heavy and already making my muscles ache, I feel beautiful in them. Decorated.
Master Erek attaches a pair of nipple clamps, then tightens them, turning the evil little screws.
They have sharp metal teeth that bite into my already-tender flesh, left bruised and bitten by Master Séverin’s teeth.
But there is a rhythm to everything that is happening now, and I am sinking further and further, down into the abyss of dreams.
I feel beautiful. Adorned. Treasured.
He attaches small iron weights to the clamps, and they pull my tortured flesh. But I wear them proudly, as if they were made of diamonds. They are, in my mind, in that dusky, ethereal place I’ve gone to.
And yet, I am more here in my body than I have ever been in my life.
Master Erek disappears once more, then returns with a Violet Wand with a long, metal spike attached to it.
I take in a breath. This will be very bad.
He turns it on, and with a small laugh, he touches it to my chains, and static flickers through me, traveling the entire length of the heavy chain wrapped around my body, skittering over my skin in a seemingly endless series of sharp, painful, shocks.
He grins at me, delighted already. “Stick out your tongue, Girl.”
I do it, and the shock is not as bad as one might expect. It makes him chuckle, and so I am pleased with myself.
Then Master Séverin steps in and takes the Wand.
He runs it over the chains, barely, but not quite touching them, making the electricity coming from the Wand and conducting through the metal spike arc, sending shock after shock through my body.
I am so full of endorphins and pain my vision goes black, but he doesn’t let up.
He shocks the metal clamps on my nipples, over and over, relentlessly.
And though I know he’s waiting for me to cry, I am too lost in sensation. So fucking terrible. So fucking good.
He stops and grabs my face, bringing his so close to mine, it seems almost as if he might kiss me.
“One way or another,” he growls at me, then releases me so suddenly, I would have fallen if it weren’t for the chains and the cuffs holding me in place.
“Come,” he says to Master Erek, and they both immediately walk from the room, closing the door behind them.
Please don’t leave me alone.
I can’t say the words. But my heart breaks a little, knowing they will. Knowing they have. And not knowing if it will be an hour, or through the entire day and night.
I hang my head and whisper a prayer, hoping, hoping. But in moments desperation sets in, and I let out an enormous sob, my cheeks soaked with tears immediately.
Don’t leave me alone, my loves.
And yet, they have, haven’t they?
An hour, or perhaps two, goes by with me too inside my head again, thankfully interspersed with occasional shivers of pleasure, with the pain in my shoulders from having my arms too long overhead, and with memories of that moment when my harsh and beautiful Master Séverin said he loved me.
Although I cannot imagine he would say such a thing only to fuck with my head, I have no way of knowing for certain.
And of course, I can’t stop thinking about it, wondering what his intentions were, as if my obsessive overthinking will clarify anything.
I never know the inside of my Master’s or Mistress’s minds.
But I truly can’t stop my mind from turning it over and over, from my own thoughts torturing me in a way no Master ever could.
I would sleep a bit, except that I am too preoccupied with their reasoning for doing this, for leaving me alone after my Master just told me he loves me.
But, of course they would. They are still the Masters, after all.
And suddenly I’m angry. With them, perhaps, or maybe with my own helplessness. And to my great frustration I begin to cry once more.
I’m sobbing so hard that I’m coughing when they return, and Master Erek approaches to lean in and lick the tears from my cheek.
“Ah, yes. Such beautiful tears. You are so perfect for us, my crying Girl.”
He slips a finger straight into my cunt, and of course, despite everything that’s happened to me today, and also because of it, I am wet and slippery, needing him.
He begins to finger-fuck me, working my g-spot, and need builds and builds, until I can barely hold back my panting breaths.
And he leans in and kisses me, taking my mouth with his, his lovely, wet tongue diving in, swirling over mine.
I kiss him back, desperately, urgently, and for a few moments I am too overwhelmed by his kiss to even come.
Master Séverin comes up beside him and kisses his cheek, then Master Erek turns his head to kiss his lover, their mouths coming together only inches from mine, so that I feel it more than see it.
Then it’s Master Séverin kissing me, his mouth harsher than Master Erek’s.
His tongue invades my mouth—there is no other way to describe it—and his mouth is sweet and strong and tasting of fresh mint. I can barely believe this is happening.
I am so turned on, my poor pussy aches with it. With Master Erek’s fingers fucking me harder and harder, my orgasm is relentlessly impending, and just when I begin to clench uncontrollably, he pulls them out.
“Ah-ah,” he says, then clicks his tongue and laughs.
His mirth is always so threatening, because I understand what is behind it: his pleasure at my pain and need. But I love it, even so.
I love him, even so. Or perhaps because of his mirth at his own cruelty. He is such a true sadist. How can I possibly resist him?
He leans in to bite my cheek, then my throat, and his sharp teeth pierce my skin.
Oh, yes.
“Need to fuck you, my Girl,” he says. “Yes, I am going to fuck you now.”
He straightens, then he wraps my legs around his waist, cradling my ass in his hands as most of my weight and the weight of the heavy chains hangs from the leather cuffs. And in one sharp thrust, he’s inside me, his thick cock buried deep.
“Ohh…”
I can’t help the moan. I truly can’t. He feels so good. He smells so good; like sex and come and clean skin.
He starts a slow thrusting motion, burying himself deep inside my body.
And as my nipples go even harder in response, the evil little teeth on the clamps dig deeper, the weights pulling my tortured flesh with each movement of his hips.
I need to come almost instantly, and I swallow hard, forcing it down, back inside my body, into those deep corners of my wet, pink flesh.
“Don’t you dare,” Master Séverin whispers from behind me.
He grab my hips to pull me back, closer to him, then he shifts his hands to spread my ass cheeks wide. Master Erek lifts me higher as Master Séverin’s cock plunges into my ass.
“Oh!”
Pleasure pierces me, all the way down to my bones. To my soul. And the two of them fuck me in a hard, sharp rhythm, the pace quickening as Master Séverin sinks his teeth into my shoulder, as he wraps a hand in my hair and pulls tight, so that my head is leaning back, my cheek next to his.
His panting breaths gust by my ear and land hot on my cheek as he fucks my ass, as Master Erek’s cock slides in and out of my cunt.
They work in tandem, filling me so completely, then pulling out, then filling me once more.
My body is so full of cock, so full of need, I can barely breathe.
Then Master Erek shoves his fingers into my mouth, and I suck as if my life depends on it.
When he begins to ram his fingers down my throat, my sight goes black, and I know I’ll pass out in a few moments. But I am so dizzy with pleasure, with pleasing my Masters, with love, that nothing else matters.
As he chokes me out with his fingers down my throat, all I can think of is how I love them both. Madly. Desperately. Inevitably.