Blonde Fury (11 page)

Ace watched in agonised envy as Tracey’s eyes began to roll upwards and still the two dominants worked on her, she was sinking into subspace under the relentless thud and snap of the lashes and by the quivering in her thighs, Ace could see she would be coming soon.
But they were far too experienced to allow that to happen just yet. They stopped as Tracey was beginning to pant around her gag and cry out in time to the lashes she was taking. In the wake of the beating stopping, her head lolled down between her upraised arms and Ace thought she looked wonderfully erotic as the red marks slowly bloomed across her heaving breasts.

Their trainer went to a table and picked up some wrapped needles, came back stripping their paper off and with no pre-amble at all, took Tracey’s right nipple and
half
pierced it with one strong thrust. He took hold of the deep red, thick tube poking rigidly out from the tawny areola, thrusting eagerly forward for its next dose of treatment and pushed the needle into it. Tracey yelled through her gag but made no move to raise her head or look away as her trainer paused and then pushed again. Ace knew that Tracey would be watching as her tender flesh peaked at
the far side of the nipple as the sharp steel pressed against it, then burst through. And sure enough Tracey gave a sigh as she saw herself pierced. She watched closely as her other nipple was pierced, then her trainer picked up a smaller flogger.
Although it was smaller
its tails were even more rigid and square than the first. The very first lash – downwards onto her left breast, fetched a shrill yell from behind the gag and then the head groom stepped in with the crop again and this time Tracey was allowed to go all the way. The lashes kept falling until she was twitching in the aftermath of an explosive climax that had made her spurt her juice onto the floor below.

Ace was desperately trying to close her wide spread thighs, anything to try and assuage the aching void in her belly. Her whole body was awash with the need for an orgasm and her trainer and head groom were well aware of it. She watched from beneath carefully lowered eye lashes as he approached and began to manipulate and tease her breasts again, stroking gently, flicking the nipples lightly. She was crying out for domination and pain, not tenderness
,
and groaned from behind the gag.

“You’re a whore, Ace. A whoreslave.
A machine for giving pleasure. If I told you I’d enjoy it, you’d stick needles in yer own tits, wouldn’t you?”

Ace knew she wasn’t really being spoken to. Mister Holroyd was just thinking aloud, so she simply moaned her agreement incoherently but unmistakably. He laughed and stepped back. From nowhere the crop landed across her shoulders.
She jerked forward against her bonds as the bruising blow from the shaft of the whip slammed across her and the sting from the leather keeper at the end added its venom. Calmly her trainer twisted her left nipple savagely as a second slash from the crop sliced into her buttocks. She yelled into her gag as pain blazed across her rump, but then Mr Holroyd’s other hand went between her legs and Ace used her stomach muscles to thrust her hips forwards to meet him as he sank his fingers straight into her vagina and his thumb began to grind at her clitoris. The crop slashed again and she tried to buck even harder, racing upwards now towards a towering orgasm, she even dared look at him as he worked her.

“That’s the way a slave talks isn’t it, girl? What do the bosses know? A slave talks with her cunt ‘cos she’s a whore!” His thumb pounded her clitoris as his fingers fucked her and the crop lashed her back, although she hardly noticed it now as she rode the wave of sensual overload that blinded her and
cramped her belly, made her tremble in every limb and finally collapse to hang limply by her wrists.

When she gathered her scattered wits again
it was the sound of bodies slapping together that made her focus. The regular slapping noise was accompanied by throaty female gurgles and male grunts of effort. Both dominants had stripped naked and the head groom had been bent forwards over a whipping bench directly in front of Ace and Mr Holroyd was energetically fucking her from behind. He was approaching his climax and as Ace blinked her way back to alertness he roared his r
elease and she gave a long nasal groan
to signal her own peak. From behind the naked pair the two slaves looked at each other in apprehension. Was there going to be enough sex to go around?

“Right, lass. You take it from here for a while,” their trainer said, standing back from the groom and going to wipe his cock on Tracey’s bottom. Then he settled down on a bench over by a wall and gave the floor to his partner while he recovered. And to the slaves’ delight, the woman sashayed over to a rack of dildos and took down a monstrous strap-on.
She straddled her legs and buckled on the straps, then with the pink plastic shaft wagging cheekily in front of her she went to Tracey and took her down. Then, crooking her little finger through Tracey’s tongue ring she led her over to a wall and stood her against it. She caressed her breasts and pierced nipples long enough to make Tracey sigh and begin to fidget and then she
raised the girl
’
s arms and shackled her wrists to chains hanging from rings anchored in the masonry. Although the groom was no taller and was more slightly built than Tracey, Ace knew her domination was complete
and it was a turn-on for her watch how carelessly and confidently the smaller of the naked women manipulated the bigger. Once Tracey was mounted face against the wall she immediately curved her back and shoulders away from it to save her nipples from being pressed. Ace admired the livid flares the crop had left across the sturdy shoulders, but as the head groom picked up a long single tail whose lash flattened into an inch wide blade, two thirds
of the way
along its length, she realised that that had just been a warm up.

And as the realisation of what was probably coming hit Ace, she felt her vagina flutter and a warm flood seeped down into her belly. Tracey had to take the full force of the lash across her proffered back as she was reluctant to push her chest against the stone and this meant the groom had a steadily held canvas to paint on
.
Ace melted with desire as she watched how steadily the groom worked the lash up and down Tracey’s back, the blade leaving broad red swathes across the pale skin and eclipsing the crop marks. Tracey’s moans and cries became steadily louder as the swish and smack rhythm carried on relentlessly. It only stopped when the slave was on the very cusp of orgasm and then the groom stepped behind her and grabbed her hips. Immediately Tracey shuffled her feet back and hollowed her back, allowing the groom to drive the dildo deep into her cunt. Just a few short, rough jabs brought them both to climax and Ace herself nearly joined in but her view was obscured by Holroyd’s looming form in front of her. He took her down
, unbuckled her gag
and slung her over his shoulder as he made his way across the dungeon to a leather-topped bench where he laid her down on her back, shackled her wrist
s down by her sides to bars that
ran alon
g the length of the bench,
raised her legs and placed her calves and ankles in stirrups, then strapped them in and swung the stirrups further apart. Ace found that she could slide the wrist cuffs along the steel bars they were clipped to and was able to prop herself up on her elbows to see what was being prepared for her.
Between her spread thighs she saw her trainer positioning a spreader bar hung from two chains. Below it were two heavy duty steel clamps
, also hanging from chains attached to the spreader
.

Ace swallowed as another surge of lust swept over her. She always loved the presence of heavy steel close to the most delicate and feminine parts of a slavegirl and it had been ages since she had had a good slow dungeon session. Recently it had been heavy floggings, which were all well and good but a girl needed some considered attention from to time. Holroyd tugged on the chains and positioned the clamps just above her labia, then looked up and smiled at her as he rummaged in a drawer built into the end of the bench.

“
By the time I’ve finished with you, whore, you won’t remember a thing about this morning! All you’ll remember is what’s done to you here!” And he tossed a handful of wrapped, sterilised needles onto her stomach.

Ace grinned happily at him. Ace
didn’t have the faintest idea what he was talking about. What had happened earlier that day?
Ace
had forgotten.
All she knew was that Tracey and she had been allowed sex and now they were in for a good long session.
What more did she need to know? B
ut her trainer seemed happy, so she stuck her ringed tongue out to indicate her agreement and submission.

The groom appeared by her right shoulder and pressed on her breasts to make her lie down. She did so just as she heard the chains rattle and cold steel touched her labia. She felt the jaws of the left clamp slide over her left, outer labia and then slowly it was allowed to close on it. Ace winced and gritted her teeth as the pressure mounted steadily and then the pain kicked in and still the clamp was closing. Her trainer was making sure she didn’t miss one single part of the experience! She gave a wordless cry as the pressure went further into the pain spectrum and
she twisted her upper body. Immediately the groom reached down and grabbed a nipple, squeezing hard. Suddenly the pain was subsumed and she relaxed as waves of sensation radiated up from her sex. It was beyond pain and was pleasure so intense it was breathtaking. Vaguely she registered the second clamp closing on her right labia and was helplessly coming even as Holroyd finally let go and her labia were cruelly pinched. Then he hauled on the chains and she spurted a thick stream of juice as her lips were stretched
upwards
.

From then on she was kept spinning an
d
bouncing helplessly between orgasms as her breasts were whipped by the groom and her trainer pierced her labia time and again. The jolts of sharp pain from below complementing the thuds of the flogger crashing across her trembling breasts. She was sweating and limp, rolling her head from side to side when it stopped and
only very
remotely
was
she aware that her trainer was using the needles to prise her lips open so he could slide his cock deep into her wide open vagina. To her own amazement she was capable of one more climax as he spent inside her, and then she slumped back, panting and
utterly
waste
d
.

By the time her senses cleared, Tracey had been brought to stand beside the bench and was gazing down at her with wide eyed lust
. Her hands were behind her back and her legs were spread open just beside Ace’s face. The scent of her arousal filled her nostrils as she gazed at the neatly lipped, shaven cunt beside her, the lips already gleaming with discharge. Ace stuck her tongue out hopefully and heard amused laughter from the two dominants, who just went on with what they were doing. They were taking pinch after pinch after pinch of breastflesh from Tracey’s ample mounds and piercing each ridge of flesh with a needle, making a spiral pattern towards the nipple. The left breast had already been done and as Ace watched the
right
one was decorated to their taste. Tracey was gasping and her legs were shaking but when the groom reached down and just touched her clitoris, she was unable to hold back and came, spurting Ace’s face with her juice. Then they let her sink to her knees and ignored both girls.

Holroyd went to
a
rack and took down some canes and went to another to take down a few whips and then both he and the groom pulled on their trousers and left, hand in hand. Ace guessed they were heading for the trainer’s private apartment to finish off what they had begun with the slaves. She envied the groom, who was clearly going to get a thorough seeing-to.
But what was going to happen to them? Were they going to be left alone for the rest of the night?

But she needn’t have
worried, two of the sta
ble’s guards entered just as
Holroyd and the groom were leaving. The head groom’s breasts were complimented and played with as the men talked briefly and then the two guards were left alone with them.

They came over to the bench and Tracey was pulled to her feet roughly by a fistful of her hair.

“Boss says you’re good for an hour or two more,” one of them said.

The girls exchanged glances. They had no idea what they had done to deserve this, but if they could only think of it, they’d be sure to do it again!

The men released Ace and replaced her with Tracey, then they set about using the needles on Tracey’s flooding quim and on Ace’s eagerly ou
tthrust breasts. And after that
at long last they were allowed to sink to their knees and thank their tormentors with their mouths. Ace thought the mouthful of sperm was the best-tasting she had had in months.
Then two more men came and both girls were flogged all over again before being taken; Tracey anally, Ace in her mouth.
She would remember this session for a long time, but hadn’t got a clue what it was her trainer wanted her to forget.
Eventually they were allowed to remove each other’s needles and perform a sixty-nine for their audience and at last s
he was carried back to her stall over one of the men’s shoulders and laid on the straw
in the dark
but as she stretched her aching and stinging body she felt his weight bear down on her and was delighted to feel him between her willingly spread legs. Her sore lips parted easily for him and he treated himself to a leisurely fuck
which she was too exhausted to respond to with more than grateful submission.