Lucifer’s Slave Gail Starbright
Jacqueline is the newest slave in an exclusive BDSM group called the Dark Masters. As such, she is expected to follow only three simple rules. Rule one, obey. Rule two, submit. Rule three, see rules one and two. Although the rules are simple, the devil is in the details. The group’s three rules apply for all Doms and Dommes, which means Jacqueline is expected to sexually service men, women and even multiple partners. Among such demanding Masters and Mistresses, the last thing Jacqueline expects is to be collared by a Dom…let alone by two.
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Lucifer’s Slave ISBN 9781419929618 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Lucifer’s Slave Copyright © 2010 Gail Starbright Edited by Jaynie Ritchie Cover art by Dar Albert Electronic book publication September 2010 The terms Romantica® and Quickies® are registered trademarks of Ellora’s Cave Publishing. With the exception of quotes used in reviews, this book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the publisher, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.® 1056 Home Avenue, Akron OH 44310-3502. Warning: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be scanned, uploaded or distributed via the Internet or any other means, electronic or print, without the publisher’s permission. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000. (http://www.fbi.gov/ipr/). Please purchase only authorized electronic or print editions and do not participate in or encourage the electronic piracy of copyrighted material. Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated. This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.
LUCIFER’S SLAVE
Gail Starbright
Lucifer’s Slave
Chapter One Jacqueline knew it was going to be one hell of a night, but the very idea of Lucifer himself crashing the party was absurd—completely, totally and utterly absurd. Laughable even. Lucifer indeed. What nonsense! Granted, the fortuneteller’s other predictions came true. Namely, Jacqueline had indeed been invited into an exclusive organization as predicted, and she was at a party on the night of the vernal equinox. Okay, two for two. But coming face-to-face with the Prince of Darkness? Please. No, puuh-leeeze. She was already nervous enough without factoring devils or demons in to the equation. As a slave at the party, odds favored she would soon be chained up and flogged, and she still wasn’t entirely certain she wanted to be chained up and flogged…at least, not by one of these Doms. Or Dommes, she reminded herself. Holy crap! How on Earth did she end up as a slave in the Dark Masters? Was she right to let Master Reaper talk her into joining the group? Would she truly enjoy submitting to complete strangers? Although she’d done several scenes with her trusted friend Roger, better known to her as Master Reaper, she still doubted whether or not she belonged in such an exclusive organization as the Dark Masters. For one, the group had a reputation for being a bit hard-core. The branding ceremony she’d just witnessed testified to the group’s extreme nature. And two, group rules demanded all slaves serve both Doms and Dommes equally.
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Jacqueline had never been with a woman, which was why the rule kinda freaked her out, but Reaper explained that her submissive spirit would most likely trump her sexual orientation. He swore she’d most likely enjoy serving a Dominatrix just as much as serving a Dom. Still, she silently chanted her safe word to steady her nerves. Red, red, red, red. Thankfully, Reaper had tagged her as a novice, which meant no one at the party could touch her or even talk to her without Master Reaper’s approval. The red ribbon around her neck indicated her novice status. Of course, Reaper could green-light just about anything with anyone, so her ribbon only brought some comfort. Looking around, she wondered where Reaper had disappeared to. Several topless female slaves mingled among the twenty or thirty Doms and Dommes in attendance while others were led about the party on collars and leashes. For the most part, the male slaves seemed more enamored with the Dommes and stayed closer to them. Few, if any, really looked at her. Being tagged as a novice kept everyone at a distance. Though from time to time she caught both the Doms and Dommes subtly checking her out. She thought she saw approval in their eyes, but she wasn’t certain. Safe behind her red ribbon, Jacqueline glided about the party, silently drinking in her surroundings. She did her best to observe and learn. If nothing else, she tried to get a bead on her soon-to-be Masters and Mistresses. As she mingled, a Dom brushed by and smiled wickedly at her as he passed. He hurried by without speaking, and she offered him a little curtsy. Like the other Doms around her, he was shirtless and tattooed. Across his left pec, inked in bold, black letters was the name Wrath, his alias in the Dark Masters.
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Reaper had told her all the Doms in the group tattooed their aliases as signs of their status and power. Unlike the guys, the Dommes didn’t bear any distinct markings or tattoos but chose instead to wield either riding crops or paddles as they glided about the party. Between the two, the Dommes struck her as a bit more intimidating. As she cruised through the ballroom, she realized Mistress Flame, a tall blonde dressed in red vinyl, was studying her intensely from across the room. Jacqueline smiled and offered a polite curtsy back. The Domme only nodded once in return. Jacqueline had the distinct feeling her novice status made her forbidden fruit, and she wondered what would happen when she lost the red ribbon. Feeling a bit out of place and overwhelmed in her strange new surroundings, Jacqueline discreetly slipped through a set of French doors out onto a patio. Lit tiki torches and tables of champagne-filled glasses beautifully adorned the space, but the glasses sat untouched. A slight chill in the night air undoubtedly kept the other guests inside, leaving the patio deserted. Dressed only in a short, black leather dress, Jacqueline crossed her arms tight and tried to warm herself up while clutching her half-empty glass of champagne. On a nearby stone wall was yet another plaque outlining the three simple rules for the group’s slaves. Rule One, Obey. Rule Two, Submit. Rule Three, See rules one and two. She smiled at the plaque. Walking across the patio, she sat down on a concrete bench and took a few steadying breaths of the cool night air. Sitting on the bench, she fidgeted around, trying to get comfortable. Although she’d been tagged as a novice, her ranking didn’t excuse her from wearing a chastity belt.
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All the slaves within the Dark Masters were expected to wear the belt at the weekend parties. The chastity belt was essentially a leather thong with two silicone plugs attached to it…well, technically, it was supposed to have two plugs. But hers only had a vaginal insert. Since she’d never once engaged in anal play, Master Reaper told her he wanted to save her virgin ass for one of his friends. It was only because Reaper was such a trusted friend that she allowed such a brazen proposition. Eventually her belt would be modified to include both plugs. A slender hip-high belt looped through the thong’s sides and locked in the front with a small padlock, making it virtually impossible to take off. Permission had to be granted to even go to the bathroom, but she didn’t mind asking a Dom or Domme to unlock her. And no one seemed to mind obliging. In fact, she’d been told the members liked it. The device only served as a reminder of her purpose within the group and wasn’t intended for punishment. Initially the thing had kept her so aroused, she wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to wear it in public. But Reaper had helped her with walking, talking and sitting while wearing the belt. And with his help, she eventually grew accustomed to the unique sensations it created. Of course, she’d probably have to be trained all over again once the anal plug was added. Inhaling deeply, she wondered what exactly Master Reaper would arrange for her first night at the mansion. He’d promised her something special, and the suspense was unbearable. The promise of “something special” could include a whole list of naughty activities, a list she and Master Reaper had carefully worked out and discussed before the party. Her list of yeses and nos had been placed in her member file along with her medical reports and was available to all Doms and Dommes. She swallowed hard as the
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questions haunted her. What exactly would she be asked to do? And who exactly would she have to do it to? Oddly enough, the fortuneteller’s words echoed back to her—”You will be Lucifer’s slave.” Vaguely she wondered if one of the Doms here would use Lucifer as an alias. But she’d been given a list of the members’ names and aliases, and Lucifer wasn’t on that list. She let out a sigh and took another sip of her champagne. After polishing off the last of her drink, she set the glass down on a small accent table next to the bench. She glanced up through the glass panels of the French doors. Several guests were milling about inside. Everyone inside seemed to be having a good time, and she knew she really should mingle. Nerves be damned, she thought. She was just about to stand and rejoin the party when fabric was suddenly smothered over her face. She immediately bolted upright, shocked by the sensation, and screamed against the thick cloth. An incredibly muscular arm encircled her, pinning her arms down tight next to her as she wrestled to escape. Out of sheer terror and instinct, she fought. “Easy, little slave,” a mysterious voice whispered. “You listed capture as an acceptable activity on your file.” “It’s all right, slave. Trust him,” a familiar voice reassured. She immediately recognized Master Reaper’s voice, and she willed herself to go limp. In one swift movement, her hands were pulled behind her back as nimble fingers deftly cuffed her wrists together. She sucked in a sharp breath as adrenaline coursed through her system. Closing her eyes under the blindfold, she reminded herself it was all just a very intense game. There was no reason to be afraid. She trusted Master Reaper completely. Obviously the man who had just grabbed her was her Dom for the evening…and apparently he wasn’t a big fan of introductions.
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Okay, she thought, trying to calm herself. I can handle this. I know how to follow orders. “That’s right,” Reaper whispered. “Just relax and trust us. We’re going to take good care of you. And you’re going to take good care of us.” Us? We? Her pulse spiked. She could tell by Reaper’s tone that they both intended to play with her and that she’d be expected to serve both of them. She was just getting used to this whole submissive thing, and it literally took everything she had to do a scene with Master Reaper. Reaper had certainly discussed the possibility of a ménage with her, but somehow the reality of it actually happening was a bit overwhelming. Her safe word was on the tip of her tongue.
Roger watched his friend Kevin subdue Jacqueline. Even with the black fabric covering her face, he could easily see her nervousness. She looked downright skittish, and he frowned. He knew she was a natural sub. Hell, he’d been training her for almost two months now. If she’d only relax and submit, she’d enjoy the experience. He walked up slowly and caressed her face through the thick cloth. She shuddered at his touch and shied away slightly. Hmm, something was definitely wrong. Gently he finessed the cloth around her eyes, exposing her trembling lips. Kevin tied the blindfold behind her head before brushing her long auburn hair back. Roger glanced down at her ample cleavage spilling out of her low-cut black leather dress. He had tried to dress her in a green teddy for the party, but she’d been too nervous to wear something so revealing to her first Dark Masters party. “Easy, little slave,” Roger whispered. “You know me. Just relax.” “I’m…I’m not sure I can do this,” she admitted.
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He had told her to be honest at all times, and he smiled at her honesty. It was one of the many reasons why she was right for their group. “Why?” he pressed. “Tell me what’s wrong.” “Are you both going to play with me?” Ah, so that was the problem! He glanced over at Kevin, who flashed a smile back at him. “Yes, my slave. But we’ll be gentle. My friend knows you’re a novice in our little group, and he’s a very experienced Dom.” He paused for a moment, allowing her to acclimate. He watched Kevin run his hands up and down her arms, warming her in the chilly night air. She responded well to his friend’s expert touch. Kevin’s pale blue eyes gleamed with wicked joy as he caressed her. “Have you ever been with two men?” Kevin asked her. Roger already knew the answer. “No,” she whispered. She bit her bottom lip at the question. “No, what?” Roger commanded, using his firmest tone. She inhaled sharply, obviously catching her mistake. “No, Master.” “Naughty, slave. You know better than that,” Roger replied. “I’m sorry, Master.” Her tone sounded sincere. He knew she didn’t like making mistakes. “Mm-mm. You know you’ll be punished for that.” He wasn’t really angry. If anything, he enjoyed doling out punishment. “Yes, Master.” As Kevin held her in a loose embrace, Roger circled them both, watching her carefully. “I was going to let you see your new Master, but I’ve decided you’ll have to earn that. It’s your punishment for forgetting to call my friend Master. You will remain blindfolded for now. Your new Dom will remain a complete stranger to you.”
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She nodded softly at his words, obviously intrigued by the entire scenario. He smiled. She was so easy to read. That was another reason he had invited her into the Dark Masters. It was frustrating working with subs who hid their emotions. The corners of her mouth curved slightly into a subtle smile. As he watched her, he concluded she obviously had a fantasy about a stranger. “He will have free access to you,” Roger continued. “He will touch you any way he wishes…anywhere he wishes.” Again she only nodded. He could tell she was curious. Slowly, almost teasingly, he approached her. He knew she’d be homing in on the sound of his heavy biker boots hitting the concrete. “Have you ever fantasized about being with a stranger?” he whispered, watching her carefully. Even with her face partially covered, he knew she was blushing. He’d obviously stumbled upon some secret fantasy of hers. She swallowed hard but didn’t answer his question. “Answer me, slave.” “Sometimes, Master.” It was barely a whisper. “I’m intrigued, little slave,” he murmured. He glanced at his friend, expecting to meet Kevin’s gaze, but his friend was looking at her. Obviously her fantasy with a stranger intrigued him as well. Roger wasn’t surprised. There was something about Jacqueline, something hypnotic. It was one of the many reasons why he had chosen her for his very selective friend. “So tell me. What does this stranger do to you in your fantasy?” Roger asked, studying Jacqueline intensely.
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Chapter Two Jacqueline squeezed her eyes shut behind her blindfold. Was he serious? She couldn’t tell him about a sex fantasy! He would think she was weird or something. Indulging the flesh was one thing but prying into the dark corners of her mind was something else. Vaguely she wondered how on earth she ended up this way—handcuffed, blindfolded and trapped between two wicked men. “I asked you a question, slave,” Master Reaper rumbled. “I can’t tell you, Master,” she whispered. His heavy footsteps came closer, and she held her breath. “I thought you trusted me.” He sounded hurt. “I do trust you.” He brushed her face with his hand. “Why don’t you want to tell me?” Was he kidding? “You’ll think I’m…weird.” She wanted to say perverted, but she censored herself. “Slave, neither one of us thinks you’re weird.” She was comforted by his words, but still she couldn’t tell them. “I think she needs a little help.” It was the stranger speaking. “After all, she doesn’t even know me.” “Yes, I think you’re right,” Master Reaper whispered. She heard footsteps moving about. “No, let me try,” the stranger declared. She sensed he was speaking to Master Reaper and not her.
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Her mystery Master turned her slightly. She felt his breath against her temple. He held her firm against his warm, muscular body. “A fantasy with a stranger,” her mystery Master began. He spoke in a low whisper against her ear. “Let’s see. You obviously have an interest in BDSM, so there’s a chance this fantasy with a stranger has a bondage element to it. Yes or no?” She shuddered at the question. It slightly irked her that he was so confident of the answer. “Yes, Master,” she admitted. “Good. Very good,” her stranger murmured. “What does he restrain you with? Rope, chains, cuffs perhaps?” She hesitated a moment. “Rope,” she finally whispered. “What kind of rope? Describe it. Give me details. Is it red or black bondage rope?” She took a shallow breath. “No, it’s not red or black.” “What does it look like? Start with the color.” “The color? It’s like…sand, I guess. It’s kinda thin, thin enough to tie in knots around my wrists and ankles. It feels rough and scratchy when I pull against it.” “Hmm, you pull against it, like you’re struggling. Interesting detail. Do you resist him?” her stranger asked. Her heart raced as sweat beaded over her. She swallowed hard, feeling confused and embarrassed. She didn’t like talking about a resistance fantasy. “I…I can’t tell you,” she whispered. Her ex-husband had always found her kinky side weird and unnatural. At one point he’d even made her talk to a shrink about it. “Of course you can, my dear. No one is here to judge you.” He seemed to understand some things about her. Undoubtedly Master Reaper had filled him in on her not so happy four-year marriage. “Now answer my question.” His tone lacked any judgment or criticism. In fact, it was just the opposite. He was encouraging her. “Do you struggle against your stranger? Do you tell him no, when in fact you mean yes?”
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She swallowed hard, almost afraid to tell him. “Yes,” she finally managed. She felt exposed and vulnerable, and she leaned against her mystery Master, seeking comfort and support. Her stranger held her tighter. She was fully convinced she’d collapse without him. “Come here, slave,” her stranger murmured, holding her even tighter. He moved next to her, brushing against her side, and she quickly deduced he had sat down. Pulling her closer, he wedged her between his thighs. “Sit down,” he whispered. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what he meant. He wanted her on his thigh. To her it was a fairly benign request, considering some of the other activities he could’ve proposed. Slowly she finessed her way down, ensuring her flared leather dress was tucked under her when she finally seated herself. It was challenging balancing on his rock-hard thigh with her hands cuffed behind her back, but she managed. “Mm-mm,” her stranger murmured disapprovingly. “Stand up.” Chills raced over her. He was reminding her more and more of Master Reaper. They both used the same dark tone. She obediently stood, instantly responding to his authoritative voice. A hand caressed the back of her thigh. “Sit back down.” Again she slowly lowered herself down. Her stranger brushed up the hem of her dress, ensuring it couldn’t be tucked under her. Apparently he didn’t want her sitting on the garment. Since she was only wearing the thong-style chastity belt, she felt the supple caress of his leather pants against her ass. He shifted her weight a bit, forcing her to lean forward as her bottom spilled off his thigh. “There we go,” her stranger murmured.
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Boldly he slipped a hand under her dress and firmly cupped one of her cheeks. She gasped, a bit shocked by the action. But she remembered what Reaper had said about her stranger touching her anywhere and any way he wanted. Brazenly his fingers glided between her cheeks and slowly traced the leather chastity belt. Obviously this guy didn’t ask for what he wanted. Inadvertently she leaned into him, catching his clean, soapy scent. Oddly enough, she wanted to kiss him. She had confided in him. She’d told him about a sex fantasy. As his fingers kept toying with her chastity belt, a hot, wet tongue suddenly glided between her pushed-up breasts. Obviously he felt the same sexual spark too. Pulling back slightly, her mystery Master started lapping and sucking her exposed cleavage. He was obviously hampered by her leather dress, and she suddenly wished she’d worn less to the party—a lot less. Hell, she should have shown up topless like some of the other slaves, or at the very least, she should have listened to Master Reaper and let him dress her in the green teddy. She squirmed around helplessly, wishing she could straddle his thigh, but he only held her in place, not allowing her to change her position. After several minutes of simply tracing the scrap of leather between her cheeks, one of his slender fingers dug under the snug thong. The invading finger pressed against her anus but didn’t penetrate her. He seemed to already know her belt lacked an anal insert. Vaguely she wondered if this stranger was the “friend” Reaper spoke of. After several minutes of licking and sucking her cleavage, he addressed her again. “And what else does your stranger do to you?” her mystery Master demanded. “I know he binds you with rough, thin rope. Does he ever flog you? Yes or no?” “No,” she said simply. “No?” Her stranger was incredulous. “May I speak, Master?”
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“You may.” She didn’t quite understand it, but she trusted her stranger. She wanted to tell him her secrets, her fantasies. Somehow being blindfolded made it easier to talk to him. “Well, a few months ago, I saw this movie…some racy BDSM film…and there was a scene where a man used something different.” She stopped for a moment. Silence. She could feel both her Masters watching her, studying her, waiting for her to speak. She expected one of them to press her to continue, but they didn’t. They just waited. Again, there was no judgment or criticism. She swallowed hard before continuing, painfully aware of their intense gazes. “I’m not sure what it was in that movie. It looked like a long stick or a reed. Somehow it seemed more intimidating than a flogger.” She suddenly felt incredibly foolish for mentioning the scene. Hell, she didn’t know what the thing was called. So why was she trying to describe it? “A cane,” her mystery Master said. “It was most likely a cane.” A cane? Oh fuck! What the hell did she just do? She’d read about a cane in her recent BDSM research, and it was certainly no toy. Master Reaper had talked to her about caning, but he’d never done it to her nor had he ever shown her an actual cane. She knew enough to know it could do real damage. She’d read some canes were even capable of breaking the skin, which was why she’d checked no for caning on her list of acceptable activities. Stupid books! Why didn’t any of them have pictures? “No,” she protested. “I don’t think it was a cane. I think it was something else.” “Something else, huh?” She could practically see the stranger’s smile. His finger pressed harder against her anus, but he didn’t breach her unclaimed entrance. “I don’t want to be caned,” she insisted. “We’ll see,” her mystery Master replied. “No,” she insisted again.
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Her mystery Master laughed softly. “And what if Master Reaper and I wanted to cane you? What if that pleased us? What if the very thought of chaining you down and torturing your sensitive flesh made us hard? What if that thought was making me hard right now? Would you reconsider?” A part of her wanted to say no, but somehow it was different now. “But you wouldn’t break the skin or draw blood?” she asked, leaning in to him. “I would never do any real damage to anyone,” her mystery Master replied. “And if I did accidently break the skin, I would carefully tend to your wounds.” “Neither one of us would really harm you, slave,” Master Reaper replied. “You should know that about me by now.” Reaper’s tone was slightly scolding. She jumped at his voice. Master Reaper was closer to her than she thought, far closer. She bit her bottom lip, very aware of both of them. Abruptly she realized she hadn’t really answered her mystery Master’s question about whether or not she’d reconsider a caning if it pleased him. She wondered if either Master would notice. “So…would you reconsider a caning if it pleased me?” her stranger asked pointedly. Obviously he hadn’t dropped the ball. It was almost as if the guy had read her mind. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “I really don’t. I mean…it scares me, but I like pleasing my Master…or Masters.” “Better,” her stranger said. “It’s not a no.” A part of her wanted to be angry. Who the hell did this guy think he was? She should just stand up and storm out, handcuffed and blindfolded. But her body was going berserk. She squeezed her thighs together as cream seeped from her. She wondered if either of them would notice just how turned-on she was. “I’m curious what sounds you’d make while I was caning you,” her stranger rumbled. “Would you yelp and mew sweetly or would you cry and beg me to stop?”
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Dazed, she took a ragged breath, drawn in by his voice. “Are you curious what sounds you would make while I was caning you?” She couldn’t even answer. Once again her stranger kissed her cleavage. She moaned as his tongue delved between her breasts. She suddenly wished he’d unlock her chastity belt and fuck her senseless. His evil finger against her anus was driving her crazy. “Answer him, slave,” Master Reaper murmured. She inhaled sharply. Damn it, yeah she was curious, but she was also scared. With her mystery Master still sucking and kissing her cleavage, she reluctantly answered the question. “As long as you don’t really hurt me or degrade me,” she managed. “We would never do such a thing, slave,” Master Reaper whispered. “Just let go and trust us.” Trust. Yeah, that was the magic word. Hell, she wanted it. She wanted them to take charge. “I’m a little curious, Master,” she whispered, answering her stranger’s question. Her mystery Master murmured something approvingly. His finger wiggled out from under her chastity belt. “Stand up,” her mystery Master ordered. She obeyed and stood on shaky feet. Her stranger turned her around a bit, squaring her back and shoulders against his broad chest. She squeezed her thighs together as cream trickled from her. She leaned back against her stranger. His muscular body was like a warm boulder. “Open your stance, slave,” Master Reaper ordered. “Slaves never stand so closed up.” She hesitated for a moment before widening her stance. Driblets of hot liquid spilled from the leather belt and ran down her thigh. Would he notice? How could he not? Would he say anything? More importantly, would he be pleased?
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A hand lifted the hem of her leather dress, not enough to uncover her mound, but just enough to inspect her thighs. Since her stranger was still holding her shoulders, she knew it was Master Reaper lifting her dress. She expected him to say something, but he didn’t. He only wiped her inner thigh with his hand. A moment later, the hand left her thigh and her stranger murmured “nice” approvingly. She had a brief mental image of Master Reaper showing his wet hand to his friend. So this was it. In a matter of minutes, she’d been overpowered, aroused and had a racy fantasy pulled from her. And truthfully, she loved it. Her mystery Master pressed himself against her back. She could easily feel his erect cock against her ass. “All this talk of caning is turning me on. I think it’s time we go downstairs.” Jacqueline shuddered, knowing exactly what was downstairs—the dungeon.
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Chapter Three Her mystery Master effortlessly spun her around, lifted her up and draped her over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing. Since her hands were still cuffed behind her, she couldn’t hold on to him. But he held her steady, never once allowing her to falter. She willed herself to relax as he carried her. A door squeaked opened. Almost immediately, warm air blissfully engulfed her. She hadn’t realized she was so cold outside. She heard music and voices, but the party noises sounded farther away. She surmised they were taking a route away from the ballroom toward the dungeon. Her body rocked and jostled softly as her captor descended a flight of stairs. A faint female scream pierced the air. They were getting closer to the mansion’s dungeon. “Good evening, gentlemen,” a voice began. She recognized that voice. It was the dungeon master. She’d met him. “Would you like a private room or public display?” the dungeon master asked. “Private,” her captor answered. He squeezed her thigh. “Very private.” She shuddered. “This way, gentlemen.” More screams and pleas. There was a heavy scent of leather, sweat and arousal. “Do you have any personal tools that need retrieving or will the room’s basic stock be sufficient?” the dungeon master asked. “I need my personal cane collection retrieved,” her mystery Master stated. “Of course, sir. I’ll have someone get them right away.”
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Oh fuck! She and her big mouth had just gotten her in a lot of trouble. Why did she even mention that stupid movie? Damn it! Her pulse thudded away. She wanted to voice her disapproval but decided to wait until she was alone with her two Masters. As if sensing her nervousness, her stranger rubbed the back of her thigh. His hand was warm against her flesh. After several minutes of walking, her mystery Master finally stopped. “Is this room acceptable?” the dungeon master asked. Neither Master answered right away. Still draped over his shoulder, she felt her mystery Master walk a slow circle before he marched in one direction and then in another. She heard shuffling and movement. “Yes,” her mystery Master finally said. “This will do quite well.” “Here’s your cane collection, sir,” another voice added. “Excellent,” her stranger declared. “Just set it down over there.” “Gentlemen, if you need anything else, please let me know,” the dungeon master said. She heard the door close. Okay, now she was definitely speaking up. “Masters, I’m not really sure—” “I know, you tensed up the moment I mentioned the cane. Just relax,” her mystery Master instructed. A fresh wave of nervousness crashed down on her. Her mystery Master lowered her and gently set her feet on the concrete floor. As he righted himself, he brushed against her. Slowly. Intentionally. His arousal grazed her stomach. “I’m looking forward to caning you. It’s been a while for me.” Her nervousness instantly vanished. He sounded genuinely pleased, excited even. She didn’t quite understand it, but she liked making her Master happy. It was the same
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way with Master Reaper. Somehow the needs of her Master always outweighed her own. It was an aspect of submission she didn’t entirely understand. “Now,” he rumbled. “You’re gonna be a good girl and take your caning, aren’t you?”
Kevin smiled as Jacqueline nodded at him. She barely whispered, “Yes, Master.” Roger was right. She was lovely. And she had a unique trait he didn’t often see in submissives. She was easy to read. She had a near transparent quality where her thoughts and emotions showed up plain as day on her pretty face. He was excited to have a new slave in their group. Like Roger, he too spent his spare time searching for potential slaves to join the Dark Masters. He had several connections in the BDSM community and utilized every one of them to find new slaves. But his successes were few and far between. Many of the potential candidates he found were certainly interesting, and some were even well trained in the art of submission, but they were usually in it for their own pleasure and satisfaction, not the Masters’, which wasn’t a bad thing. It just wasn’t right for the Dark Masters. It concerned him a bit that he’d swayed her into a caning even though she’d initially said no. He took limits seriously, and to him no meant no. Caning was no light matter, but she had described the fantasy, not him. And he saw the subtle smile as she described the movie. He knew a part of her really wanted it, and he had every intention of giving her that fantasy. But to him, she’d still given in a little too easily, especially since he was a stranger to her. He mused she could be coerced into almost anything, and he suddenly felt very protective of her. There were a lot of sickos and abusers masquerading as Doms out there, and he shuddered at the thought of her falling into their hands. Trailing his fingers up and down her arms, he watched little goose bumps leap up on her skin. 23
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“You like me touching you,” he murmured. Again she nodded. “Sit down,” he whispered, pushing her back gently. He took hold of her and helped her onto a nearby bench. Gracefully she seated herself. “I’m going to undo your restraints, slave,” Kevin stated, watching her carefully. She looked slightly disappointed by this, and he smiled. “Of course, I’m only undoing your handcuffs so Master Reaper and I can undress you.” In response she only tilted her head slightly. She looked a little nervous but also curious, a good mix for a slave. Walking behind her, he pulled the keys from his pocket and unlocked her cuffs. “Stay perfectly still and sit up straight,” Kevin ordered.
Jacqueline sat perfectly still, back erect, and waited anxiously for her Masters to strip her. Aside from disobeying her Master’s order or dropping her safe word, there was really nothing she could do. Once again, she vaguely wondered how exactly she ended up this way. She was actually waiting voluntarily for a stranger to strip her…and she was loving it! Inhaling deeply, she clutched the edge of the cushioned bench. Her mystery Master slowly unzipped her leather dress. “Raise your arms,” her stranger ordered. Swallowing hard, she obeyed. An instant later, he carefully pulled the leather dress over her head, leaving her naked aside from her chastity belt. Vaguely she wondered if she’d be allowed to see her stranger. Hadn’t she earned it yet? She wasn’t sure who, but someone slipped off her high-heel shoes. A moment later she heard a distinct set of keys jingling. 24
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“Time to unlock my favorite toy,” Reaper murmured. Almost instantly more cream oozed from beneath her thong. She and Reaper had only been working with her chastity belt for a few weeks now, but already her body responded strongly to certain words and phrases. The object of Reaper’s intense training was to have her wet, aroused and ready to be fucked whenever he referred to her as a locked-up toy. “Mmm, looks as if you trained her well on her chastity belt,” her stranger murmured, wiping the juices from her thigh. “She loves it. She might even be capable of wearing one all the time and not just at the parties,” Reaper declared. “I just need a few more weeks with her to train and instruct.” She swallowed hard at that statement. Reaper had told her from the very beginning that he didn’t do relationships. He said that once she joined the Dark Masters, her training with him would technically be over. Reaper had even warned her that another Dom would complete her training and fine-tune her skills. Reaper had carefully explained that a second Dom was necessary to offer a fresh perspective on the lifestyle and give new advice. So why was he talking about spending more time with her? She was a bit baffled by his statement of more training. Either he was displeased with her performance or he didn’t want to let her go. Secretly she hoped for the latter. She quickly pushed the issue from her thoughts. Slowly he unlocked the small lock, loosened the attached hip-high belt and started to gently pull the garment down. She fidgeted around a bit, helping him ease it off as the silicone plug glided from her. Her clit instantly started throbbing, and she obediently spread her thighs just as she’d been trained.
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Two fingers roughly claimed her dripping sheath. She knew from experience it was Master Reaper. “Good girl,” he purred. “You’re wet for me.” Her heart fluttered happily in her chest. Whenever Reaper had found her dry during her training, he’d used tight alligator clamps on her pussy lips and nipples to punish her. She’d quickly learned to hate those devil clamps. “No clamps for you,” he murmured, pumping his fingers in and out. She pressed her lips together and swallowed hard. A moment later he pulled his fingers from her and scooped her up in his arms. “This way, little slave,” Master Reaper rumbled. Master Reaper walked her across the room, set her down on her feet and deftly locked her wrists above her head to a set of dangling chains. The shackles had been adjusted so that she could just barely keep her feet on the floor. If they were any higher, she would have been suspended. She clutched the chains for support as Master Reaper pressed against her from behind. She realized he hadn’t yet taken off his pants. She tilted her head back and brushed against him. His arms snaked around her waist as he planted kisses on her left shoulder. She shuddered. Footsteps approached, and she tensed slightly. Her stranger still made her a bit nervous…especially since she was naked now. “Relax,” Master Reaper instructed. “He won’t hurt you, and he knows all the rules.” Her stranger stopped only inches from her. “I can tell I still make you nervous,” her mystery Master whispered. “Let’s see if I can fix that.” She heard another noise. Rustling maybe.
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Teasingly, a warm tongue glided across her lower belly. She quickly concluded her mystery Master had knelt down and was now licking her stomach. “Oh,” she whispered, shocked by the sensation. She clutched the chains tighter. Master Reaper nuzzled against her ear, making her quiver in his strong arms. Her stranger placed his hands on her hips as he slowly licked her belly. Slowly, almost teasingly, he worked his way lower. Her eyes widened beneath her blindfold. Surely he was just teasing her. Master Reaper had told her oral sex was commonly seen as a slave’s job among the Dark Masters. Her mystery Master wouldn’t go down on her, would he? Master Reaper cupped her breasts from behind. His skilled fingers caressed her already erect nipples as the stranger worked his way farther south. As her mystery Dom licked her recently waxed mound, Master Reaper planted soft kisses on the back of her neck. She’d never had anyone go down on her, and she unwillingly narrowed her stance. Master Reaper forced her feet farther apart with his boot. “No, let him taste you,” Master Reaper ordered. Jacqueline sucked in a sharp breath. He was really going to do it, and aside from dropping her safe word, there was nothing she could do to stop him. She steadied herself as Reaper held her tighter. A hot, wet tongue glided into her slit, and she clutched the chains even tighter. Despite her best efforts, she shied away from him, shocked by the sensation. The stranger’s tongue left her. She knew she had screwed up by shying away. The Dark Masters didn’t tolerate insubordinate slaves, but damn it, everyone had limits! “You’ve never had anyone go down on you, have you?” her stranger asked. He laughed. She shook her head, hoping that would be the end of it. “No, I’m sorry, Master.”
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Instead of letting it go, he gently took hold of her legs, lifting them slightly, and positioned her thighs on each of his shoulders. She clung to the chains for support as her feet dangled helplessly down his back. With her mystery Master hell-bent on tasting her, she closed her eyes, trying to submit to his dark wish. A hot tongue deftly speared her mound and ruthlessly sought her aching clit. His rough tongue expertly stroked her swollen nub before exploring the sensitive tissue lining her pussy lips. Clutching the chains, she arched her back, silently pleading her stranger to lick her harder. Instead of licking harder, he backed off and just barely flicked at her mound. Okay, so he couldn’t be coerced. She went limp, hoping he’d respond. His tongue suddenly plunged deep and hard into her sheath, fucking her as she struggled in the chains. She panted and quivered helplessly as his greedy mouth sucked and nipped at her folds. His hair tickled her inner thighs as she mindlessly trailed her bare feet up and down his back. Sharp teeth lightly rasped her mound, and more cream spilled from her. She panicked. Would he be angry? How the hell would she know? She’d never done this. He hesitated a moment, obviously noting her reaction, and she bit her bottom lip, fearing she’d done something wrong. But he only licked and sucked her harder, lapping up her juices as if it were nectar. “You taste good, slave.” He sounded pleased, and she let out a relieved sigh. His hands slipped off her hips and settled instead under her knees. Gently he shifted her around a bit, shrugged her off his broad shoulders and forced her thighs farther apart. She inhaled sharply, fully prepared to be licked again. But instead of licking her, he leaned in close and blew on her mound. More cream flooded from her and she squirmed helplessly, desperate for release.
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After returning her to her previous position on his shoulders, he lazily trailed his fingers up and down her outer thighs, and then…he did nothing. He just left her that way, spread open and aroused. If there had been any lingering doubt in her head that he was indeed a member of the Dark Masters, it had just been dashed. Master Reaper had told her all the Doms and Dommes in the Dark Masters lived for this moment. Reaper had warned her that she’d most likely be teased for hours and sometimes be disallowed to come altogether if she agreed to be a slave in their group. At the time, she thought she could handle that. But now…well, she wasn’t so sure how much more she could take. Of course, if she were really being honest with herself, she actually loved what was happening to her. If all she wanted was an orgasm, a battery-operated toy would easily suffice. After an eternity, her stranger slipped her thighs off his shoulders. She collapsed bonelessly, using the chains to hold herself up. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to ease her dire need. “No,” Master Reaper ordered. “Open.” Once again he used his boot to separate her feet. She slipped in to an open stance position, trying to ignore the steady ache between her thighs. She knew better than to close her stance, but she’d never been aroused in such a way. She’d never had anyone lick or suck her pussy before. Her clit was still warm and wet from his greedy mouth. “I think she’s a little more relaxed with me now,” her mystery Master said, stroking her face. She shivered from his touch. The ache in her pussy was now a steady throb. “Let’s unchain her now. I’m sure her arms are starting to hurt,” her mystery Master stated.
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In all honesty, her arms were aching. In an instant someone unchained her, and her arms flopped down at her sides. She wiggled her fingers, willing her numb arms back to life. Her mystery Master took her right arm and started massaging her weary muscles while Reaper did the same thing to her left. Even though she was still blindfolded, she could easily distinguish between the two men. After several minutes her arms came back to life. “Better?” Reaper asked. “Yes, thank you, Masters.” “You’re welcome. Now it’s time for your caning,” Reaper declared. Without giving her a chance to answer, her mystery Master gently took her hand and urged her to follow him. Still blindfolded, she trusted him to lead her several paces across the room. Maybe it was something in his voice, or maybe it was because he was a friend of Master Reaper…or maybe it was because her pussy still tingled from his ruthless tongue. Whatever it was, she trusted him, even though she didn’t even know his name or what he looked like. He slowed and stopped. “Here, there’s a bench in front of you. I’ll show you.” Gently her mystery Master took her hand and guided her to something. Whatever it was, it was padded and covered in what felt like leather. “Kneel right here,” her mystery Master ordered. He held her firm, never once allowing her to trip or falter as she struggled to kneel. Her palms brushed something as she settled on the bench. Her mystery Master took hold of her wrists and gently pulled her forward. She rose up off her heels, allowing herself to be draped in whatever position her Masters wanted her.
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Quickly getting the general layout of the bench, she made a few infinitesimal adjustments that made her ass tilt up and brought her chest down flush against a padded platform. Effectively bent over with her ass high in the air, she quickly deduced that the purpose of the bench was to present her ass for punishment. “Good,” Reaper commented. Someone chained her wrists down while someone else cuffed her ankles, effectively tethering her down to the bench. She took slow, measured breaths, willing herself to stay calm. She’d been flogged before by Master Reaper, and he’d even paddled her from time to time, but she knew what was coming. The cane. She was both nervous and eager about what was coming. Oddly enough, no one spoke to her. Neither Reaper nor her mystery Master told her anything. In all honesty, she was relieved. She welcomed the silence. She used it to achieve an inner peace. Chained down and bent over, awaiting punishment, there was no stress, no shame. Nothing. Only peace. She was a slave, a mere object to be used and enjoyed. It was a near Zen-like state, a submissive nirvana Master Reaper had spent several weeks showing her how to achieve.
Roger watched Jacqueline carefully. He could tell by her breathing she’d slipped into an inner submissive place. It wasn’t quite sub space, but it was just as beautiful. It was flattering as well. It showed her level of trust she had for both him and Kevin. His friend watched her as well, obviously seeing the same thing he did. Kevin retrieved a long black case and set it down on a nearby table before opening it. Within the velvet-lined case, several different canes lay, varying in width, length and material type. Some were made of bamboo while others were made of rattan. One was
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made of stainless steel and another of hard plastic. Kevin pushed them aside, obviously searching for a specific one. Out of the small cluster, Kevin retrieved a thin rattan cane with a leather handle. Its thinner design would ensure a more intense experience for Jacqueline. If care wasn’t taken, it could break the skin, but Roger knew Kevin wouldn’t take it that far…at least, not on purpose. Kevin looked up and nodded at him, signaling he was ready to begin. Roger turned and studied Jacqueline. He considered warning her what was coming, but he sensed she was already where she needed to be. She was relaxed, calm and accepting. Speaking at this point might burst the submissive bubble she was in. Kevin walked up next to her and took a position by her left side. Without warning her, he brought the cane back and gave her lovely little ass one hard stroke. She yelped and pulled against her restraints but didn’t give her safe word. The area where he struck turned white. Just before the mark turned a deep red, Kevin gave her another five hard strokes in quick succession. She yelped and mewled while fidgeting on the bench. Without speaking, Kevin placed his hand on the small of her back, steadying her. Holding her in place, he gave her another five strokes, even harder than the first five. She yelped even louder but still didn’t give her safe word. Kevin turned to him and simply handed him the cane. Roger smiled and exchanged places with his friend. Again, neither of them said anything to Jacqueline. Somehow silence added to the fantasy. She was only there to be used, a willing slave to be bound and punished. He looked at her thoroughly tortured ass. Red welts crisscrossed her swollen cheeks. The image made him even harder than he already was. Holding the cane tighter, he gave her three fairly hard strokes. She cried out. At one point he heard a sob, mixed with begging. He’d heard this before from Jacqueline. He knew she understood the difference between begging and a safe word. He also knew
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from experience Jacqueline liked to beg during scenes. Her pleas made his cock jerk, and he smacked her ass even harder. Her sweet begging pushed him deeper and deeper into Dom space. He’d planned on giving her ten strokes, but in all honesty, he lost count after six. Still clutching the cane, he desperately wanted to fuck Jacqueline. He wanted to bury his cock deep in her dripping cleft and fuck her until she begged him to stop, but he didn’t. He held back instead, denying himself the pleasure. The denial of his release fueled another need in him. All he wanted to do was punish his lovely little slave. He desperately wanted to give her more strokes, but he knew she needed a break. Both he and Kevin had pushed her hard. Between them, they’d given her at least twenty hard smacks…though he knew it was probably more. Her lovely upturned ass was crisscrossed with several red lines but not one was bleeding. She was gasping and sobbing. From time to time, she laughed through her tears. He wasn’t surprised. She was heavily doped with her endorphins. Turning slightly, he set the rattan cane down and walked to a nearby fridge. Retrieving a bottle of water, he tossed another one to his friend. Kevin caught it and sat down on a nearby chair. They left Jacqueline chained to the whipping bench as she continued her freefall through sub space. He knew from experience that unchaining her at this point would be a bad idea. It was best to leave her alone for a moment and allow reality to come back to her. She alternated between sobbing and laughing as he and Kevin drank their water. After several minutes Jacqueline’s gasping and sobbing slowed. Her breathing became less frantic and more normal. She started fidgeting and pulling against her restraints, obviously coming back down from her high. “It’s okay,” Roger reassured, placing a free hand on her back. At his touch she stopped jerking against her chains. “Do you want me to unchain you now or do you need more time?” “I’d like to stay here for a moment, Master.” 33
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“Of course. Is it okay if I touch you or do you want to be left alone?” “You can touch me, Master.” He petted her sweaty and overheated flesh. She glistened under the dungeon’s low lights. He knew the endorphins would be wearing off soon, and he knew it was time for a little first aid. Walking to a nearby sink, he grabbed a washcloth and soaked it with cool water. Returning to her side, he gently swabbed the angry welts crisscrossing her ass. She flinched at his touch. Kevin handed him a tube of ointment. He squeezed out a generous amount and rubbed the tingly, cold gel onto her injuries. The ointment made his fingertips numb, and he knew it’d help lessen her pain. Once he finished applying a liberal amount of the numbing gel, he wiped his fingers on a towel and took another gulp of water. “I’d like to be unchained now, Master,” Jacqueline whispered. “Okay, but don’t take off the blindfold yet. Understand?” Roger said. “Yes, Master.”
Kevin tossed aside his empty water bottle as he approached his lovely slave. Roger discarded his own empty bottle, set aside the damp rag and walked up next to her. In a matter of seconds, they both had her unchained. Lifting her up, they eased her back on the lower part of the bench and helped her sit down on her heels. Her hands rested on the elevated shelf in front of her. Her blindfold had shifted a bit, but it was still in place. She looked positively radiant. Kevin was pleased to see she’d liked her caning. “Did you enjoy that?” Kevin asked. “Yes, Master.” “Would you like to see my face now? You’ve earned it.” “Yes, Master. Very much.”
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Someone fiddled with the fabric over her eyes and pulled it from her head. A brief wave of nausea washed over her, but she quickly willed it away. The caning had been an intense experience, and her body was seemingly punishing her for each whack she took. Disoriented, she looked up into the loveliest blue eyes she had ever seen. Her mystery Master smiled at her, flashing bright white teeth. She smiled back. Unlike Master Reaper who was tanned a deep bronze, her mystery Master had very fair skin. Where Reaper had shorter sandy brown hair, her stranger had long blond hair that hit his broad shoulders. Although both men had striking differences, they both had a similar body type—very muscular and lean. Eager to know more about him, she glanced at his buff chest, searching for his tattoo…his alias in the Dark Masters. Almost immediately the blood drained from her head. She wasn’t sure if it was some side effect of her intense caning or the shock of learning his alias, or even a combination of the two. She tried to say something, anything, but she couldn’t. “Sweetie, are you all right? You look pale.” Her mystery Master studied her intensely as he placed a hand firmly on her shoulder. Desperately she fought to speak, but all she got out was his alias, “Lucifer.” And then the world went dark.
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Chapter Four “Oh my God, she fainted!” Roger exclaimed, rushing to her side. “Easy, it’s okay,” Kevin said, catching her limp body. “Sometimes subs faint. Let’s lay her down in the next room. We did push her pretty hard.” Kevin did his best to sound calm, though in actuality, he debated rushing her to the hospital. Cradling her in his arms, Kevin rushed to the next room, which had a plush bed. Twice the size of a king, the bed had a gothic look to it with red satin sheets and a black fur blanket folded neatly across the foot. Kevin carried her limp body across the room and gently laid her down. Roger grabbed the black blanket and draped it over her naked body. Kevin sat next to her and pressed his fingers against her wrist. He was relieved to find a strong pulse. “Get a cool rag for her forehead,” Kevin said. “Right. Is she okay?” Roger rushed to the sink in the bathroom and hurriedly soaked a washcloth. Kevin looked down at her, wondering if she were really all right. It was odd. It was as if his alias had freaked her out. He knew the name Lucifer was a little dramatic, but as the owner of the mansion and the founder of the Dark Masters, he saw himself as the ultimate Dark Master in the group. He felt his alias should reflect that. It certainly didn’t seem shocking enough for someone to faint over. A raised eyebrow perhaps, but fainting? Of course, two men had just chained her down and caned her. Realistically, her caning probably did her in. Roger handed him the washcloth. Kevin folded the cloth and gently laid it over her forehead.
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Her long auburn hair spilled out under her head, framing her ghost white face. Kevin fought the urge to embrace Jacqueline, wanting instead to give her space to breathe. “If she doesn’t wake up soon, we’re taking her to the emergency room,” Kevin announced. “I agree,” Roger said. “I had no idea she was in distress. I thought she was enjoying the caning.” Without saying anything, Kevin pulled the rag from her forehead and instead wiped her tear-stained face with it. Kevin held her hand as he swabbed her face with the rag. He pushed aside tendrils of her auburn hair, willing her to wake up. Much to his relief, some color was returning to her cheeks. Although she was still a little pale, she was strikingly beautiful. Her face had sharp features that gave her an overall elfin look, and her lithe body suggested extreme flexibility. It was a pity she had blacked out on him. He was just about to really get started. Squeezing her hand harder, he felt the guilt crash down on him. He saw himself as an expert Dominant, a Master who was always in complete control of himself and his sub. He had never had a sub faint before. He had heard of it happening and had even read about it, but it had never happened to him…until tonight. Her eyelashes fluttered. Watching her carefully, he scanned for any signs of distress, fully prepared to whoosh her up and take her to the hospital. She looked confused as her hand drifted to her head. Her eyes met his, seemingly searching for an explanation. “What happened?” she asked. “You fainted,” he answered, studying her green eyes. He was searching for any signs of dilation or fixed pupils. She hadn’t hit her head, but he didn’t like this fainting thing at all. 37
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“Has she ever fainted before?” Kevin asked, turning to Roger. “Never. Although…that was a pretty intense caning, and it was her first. Hell, experienced slaves might faint after that caning.” Jacqueline tried to sit up on the bed. “Whoa…I don’t think so! Lie back down,” Kevin ordered, pushing her back. She immediately obeyed, obviously responding to his tone and voice inflections. “Sweetie, have you been sick or something? Have you had any fever? Did we push you too hard?” Kevin asked. “Roger, grab a bottle of water.” She closed her eyes, groaning softly as Roger opened a refrigerator in the room. Roger handed Kevin the water. Kevin unscrewed the bottle and held it for her. She was still a bit shaky, and he wasn’t crazy about her color. At his urging she sipped the water. “No…I haven’t been sick. I just… You’re Lucifer.” “My alias?” Kevin asked. So it was his alias that did her in, but why? “I don’t understand.” “Well, about three weeks ago, my friend and I went shopping and then we went to this fortuneteller… It was just for fun,” she stammered, looking somewhat embarrassed. She spoke clearly, obviously regaining her mental footing. “We paid her twenty bucks for a reading, and she told me I would be invited into an exclusive organization, which I was, and that I would be invited to a party on the night of the vernal equinox, which again…I was. And then she told me that while at the party I would be Lucifer’s slave. At first I didn’t think anything of it.” She hesitated for a moment and once again tried to sit up. “Stay,” Kevin ordered. She froze. “Continue what you were saying.”
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She inhaled sharply, and he saw excitement flare in her eyes. She liked being ordered around. “Like I said,” she whispered, lying back down on the bed. “I didn’t think anything of it, but then Reaper invited me to the Dark Masters and then the party coincided with the vernal equinox and I was already nervous about everything—” “The vernal equinox?” Kevin interrupted. “What the hell is that?” “Well, it’s…it’s essentially the first day of spring. It has to do with the tilt of the planet and when the sun crosses the equator… At least, it’s spring in the Northern Hemisphere. I think in the Southern Hemisphere, it’s actually autumn and—” Kevin placed a finger against her lips, silencing her babbling. Obviously she was still a bit loopy from the endorphins. “Got it,” he whispered. At his touch she closed her eyes and shuddered. He repressed a smile, relieved that she was all right. “Well, I don’t know much about fortunetellers or the equinox,” Kevin began. “But I understand an intense scene. Personally I think your caning may have pushed you beyond a limit, especially since it was your first.” He slipped his finger from her lips. She only let out a sigh and took another sip of her water. Her color was much better. He smiled as his cock sprang back to life. He liked having her blindfold off. She was lovely. She frowned. “Wait a minute. Master Reaper gave me a list of all the members’ names and aliases. Lucifer wasn’t on that list. I thought to check for that after what the fortuneteller said.” “I’m not on that list. I’m the owner of this mansion and the founder of the Dark Masters. I don’t usually mingle at the weekend parties. I rely on Master Reaper to screen the members and bring me only the loveliest and most intriguing slaves.” “Oh,” she whispered.
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“Are you feeling better, slave?” She nodded and smiled at him. “Yes, I think so, Master.” “Good. Because we were just getting started earlier.” He took her water and set it down on a dresser by the bed along with the wet rag he’d used to wipe her face. Excitement and curiosity filled her eyes. Glancing at his friend, Kevin gave a subtle nod. Roger smiled back, obviously catching his meaning, and climbed into the bed from the opposite side. Once Roger settled himself beside her, Kevin scooted in bed next to her, essentially trapping her. She immediately tensed up again in much the same way she had before. She obviously wasn’t comfortable with ménage just yet. “Relax. Part of being a slave in the Dark Masters is learning to handle two Doms at once.” She looked lost and uncertain. Fortunately he knew how to refocus her. “You want to make your Masters happy, don’t you?” She smiled and nodded. “Yes, Master Lucifer.”
Jacqueline was still reeling from his alias. Lucifer. Of all things, his alias was Lucifer! Damn, maybe that fortuneteller really had predicted the future. Technically she’d gotten it right. She was indeed Lucifer’s slave. Inhaling deeply, she studied her new Master’s intense pale blue eyes. Master Lucifer ran his knuckles over her nipples, teasing the sensitive flesh taut. As Lucifer played with her nipples, Reaper scooped her up in his arms and rolled her slightly, essentially draping her upper body over his muscular chest. She lay at a slight angle between the two men. Reaper’s broad chest pressed against her back. Reaper ran his hands up and down Jacqueline’s arms as Lucifer merciless teased and pinched her nipples. 40
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After teasing her nipples to hard peaks, Lucifer reached into his pocket and pulled out two silver alligator clamps. She’d learned from her training to hate clamps. “Now, don’t pout,” Lucifer ordered. “I know Reaper uses clamps as punishment, but I like to see clamps on my woman’s nipples. You’re going to have to learn to adapt to what your Master wants in our little group.” She swallowed hard as he fastened a clamp to each of her nipples. A part of her hoped they wouldn’t be as tight as the ones Reaper had used in her training, but unfortunately they were just as wicked and painful. “Mmm, perfect,” Lucifer murmured. She wanted to protest, but she liked the gleam in his pale blue eyes. Apparently Master Lucifer did indeed like how his clamps looked on her nipples. She swallowed hard and bit back a protest. Roughly, one of Lucifer’s fingers thrust into her sheath, and she gasped. “I’m sure you’ve figured out that I’m the one who’s going to be claiming your ass, right?” Her heart raced. “Yes, Master.” “In case you’re wondering, it’s not going to happen tonight, but it is going to happen.” Accentuating his point, he pulled his finger from her sheath and smeared her wetness down to her anus. Similar to what he did before, he didn’t breach her unclaimed entrance. He only pressed his wet finger against her clenched anus. “How do you think my cock is going to feel here?” Gently he pushed against her tight entrance. The tip of his finger just barely slipped inside her. She gasped and bucked slightly, shocked by the invading finger. Master Reaper held her wrists firm, essentially holding her in place for the other Dom. “Answer me, slave,” Lucifer ordered, not withdrawing the finger. “I…I don’t know. I’m afraid it’s going to hurt.” Lucifer smiled. “I like honest slaves.” Sighing, he withdrew his finger.
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Lazily he moved next to her and lay flat on his back. Propping his head on one of the red satin pillows, he eyed her darkly. “Did you like me sucking your pussy earlier?” “Yes, Master,” she answered. Of course she’d loved it. She’d never loved anything so much. Just the mention of it made her sheath clench in need. “Surely you know that oral sex is a slave’s job,” Master Lucifer declared. She nodded. Obviously it was time for a little tit for tat. “I want you to demonstrate your skills, slave. And take your time.” He enunciated the part about taking her time, and she nodded softly, understanding his meaning. She was also eager and giddy. His cool and aloof demeanor slightly irked her. Lounging across the bed, he almost looked bored…like Mr. Cool or something, while she was dripping wet and quivering with need. Despite her fainting, her body well remembered she’d yet to actually come. Damn it, she had every intention of wiping that smug and controlled look off his face. With a sigh, Reaper released her wrists. Slowly she leaned over and unzipped Lucifer’s leather pants. Freed from the confining leather garment, his erect cock glistened before her. Wanting to tease him a little more, she looked around and immediately zeroed in on several bottles of lube on a small shelf above the headboard. An edible strawberry lube caught her eye. Uncertain if it was okay, she leaned over and retrieved it. He raised an eyebrow at her actions, but he didn’t say anything. She took his silence as a green light. Knowing how visual men were, she shifted around on her knees and settled down on her heels, ensuring her thighs were parted before him. His eyes lingered on her waxed pussy.
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Good, she thought. Sitting on her heels, her bottom still stung from the caning she’d been given earlier, but somehow it wasn’t as bad as she knew it should be. The cool ointment they’d administered earlier was undoubtedly numbing the worst of the pain. After dabbing some of the edible lube on her fingers, she meticulously licked and sucked the gel off, ensuring he could easily see the action. His eyes quickly darted to her mouth. She groaned softly as she made a show of licking and sucking her fingers, but he remained seemingly unmoved. Okay, time to break out the big guns. Bringing the bottle closer to her, she tilted it over and winked at Master Lucifer. He looked unimpressed, but she continued. The heavy scent of strawberries filled her nostrils as she squeezed a small amount onto her sternum. After flicking the bottle closed and setting it aside, she lazily rubbed the lube onto her breasts. Her fingers brushed against his wicked clamps, and she winced from the slight ache in each of her nipples. Lucifer seemed to notice this and smiled at her. Leaning over, she brought her hands up and squeezed her breasts together, enveloping his hard cock in her warm, wet cleavage. She thought she heard him groan, and she glanced at his face, but he still looked unimpressed. Damn it! Nothing was fazing him. She had his erect cock pressed between her breasts, and he looked totally bored!
Damn it! Kevin was impressed! He hadn’t expected her to be so sensual and inventive. He was on the verge of losing it! It took everything he had to remain cool and in control. Shifting around a bit, she slowly bent over and devoured his cock. Her crimsonstained lips wrapped softly around his swollen member. Shit, he thought, trying to remain aloof. He couldn’t let on how turned-on he was. Her tongue danced and darted around his shaft, and he clutched the red sheets in response.
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“Stop,” he ordered, trying to sound calm. “But don’t release me. Simply hold my cock in your mouth.” She obeyed, and he tried to regroup. She simply had too much power. He needed to fix this, or she’d have him on his hands and knees. He had to throw her a curve ball, do something to knock her off balance. Her weakness was the ménage, he knew. Every time she was wedged between him and Master Reaper, she tensed. “Part of being a slave within the Dark Masters is learning to handle two Doms at once,” Kevin announced. “Get up on your hands and knees and tilt your ass up in the air, but don’t stop holding me in your mouth.” With his cock still in her mouth, she shifted about and slipped in to the position. “Master Reaper, I think you should use the strap on her. As a novice, she’ll need a little help with the positions.”
Strap? Help? Now what the hell was going on? She held Master Lucifer’s cock firmly in her mouth, wondering if she was having any affect on him at all. She heard a drawer next to the bed open and close. She felt Master Reaper slip something under her belly, just above her mound. Whatever it was that pressed against her stomach felt like a wide strap of thick cloth, and she wondered what its purpose was. In her peripheral vision, she saw Master Reaper take hold of two long straps on either side of her. Her hips lifted as he tugged on the straps, and she quickly deduced the purpose of the entire setup. The more Reaper tugged on the straps, the higher he could tilt up her hips and the better her body was angled for doggy-style sex. And given Master Reaper’s physical strength, he could easily angle her any way he wanted.
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So here she was, trapped between two Masters again and naked on all fours with a Dom’s cock in her mouth. And to think, only hours ago, she was doing her manager’s paperwork and having to listen to a coworker whine about working late. Watching out of the corner of her eye, she saw Master Reaper fiddling with the straps. Nimbly he took them both in one hand. She heard him unzip his pants and tear open a condom. Gently Master Reaper pushed his cock into her dripping cleft. Lucifer’s hand tangled in her hair. “Now suck my cock,” Master Lucifer commanded. Closing her eyes, she mindlessly sucked and licked Lucifer’s cock as Reaper gently pushed himself deeper into her. “Use one of your hands,” Lucifer added. His hand tangled roughly in her hair. Again she obeyed and wrapped her fingers around the base of his swollen shaft.
Wrapping the straps around his hands, Roger lifted her hips up slightly, driving himself even deeper into her. Gently he pulled himself out an inch or so before slowly pushing himself back in. He didn’t want to be too rough, especially after her fainting, but it was hard to restrain himself while staring down at her gorgeous ass, especially when said ass was covered with lovely red welts. He pumped himself harder, highly aroused by her caning marks. Taking both straps in just one hand, he held her in position while placing a hand on her hip. He wouldn’t last much longer. And judging by the look on Kevin’s face, his friend wasn’t too far off either. With a subtle nod from Kevin, he reached around and cupped Jacqueline’s mound. Her body quivered when he stroked her swollen clit.
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The taste of strawberries lingered in Jacqueline’s mouth as she continued sucking Lucifer’s cock. Beneath the flavored lube, she tasted him. He was salty and musky. Wonderful and delightful. She didn’t want to stop. She didn’t want this to ever stop. Master Reaper’s fingers strummed over her clit. Were they going to let her come this time? Or were they just teasing her?
Kevin knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He finally reached his breaking point and spilled himself in her mouth. Like a good slave, she licked him clean. He urged her to let go, which she did, but he held her head against his cock as Roger continued fucking her. His friend reached his own release, but Jacqueline didn’t. Oh this could be fun. He shook his head at Roger, and his friend instantly stopped stroking her. “No,” she muttered. “You did very well, little slave,” Kevin said. “Thank you, Master.” She sounded frustrated. “I’m pleased you haven’t climaxed yet. Now I can watch you,” Kevin said. His friend pulled the strap out from under her, and she sank down on the bed. He knew she needed to come. She was practically shaking. Her hand drifted to her mound, obviously intent on finishing the job. “No. You are not allowed to come yet, slave,” Kevin declared. She groaned. Leaning over, he pulled a pink vibrator from a nearby drawer. “Sit up on your knees again,” Kevin ordered, holding the vibrator. Her petite body quivered with need, but she managed to get into the position as ordered. Roger laid out flat on the bed. Jacqueline was dead center between Roger and himself. 46
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Kevin handed her the pink vibrator. “Neither one of us will stop you this time. You’re allowed to come now, but we’re both going to watch,” Kevin informed, leaning back against the headboard.
Jacqueline took the vibrator and looked left to right at her two Masters. They were both lying on either side of the enormous bed with her nestled on her knees between them. She sat on her heels with her thighs open. She wasn’t entirely sure she could do this in front of them, but she was willing to try. “Take your time,” Master Lucifer said, seemingly sensing her trepidation. She glanced down at the toy. It was pink and sparkly, very girly, and she fiddled with the controls. One set of controls made the shaft rotate while another set of buttons made the clit stimulator vibrate. She turned the clit stimulator about halfway up and pressed it against her pussy. She knew she couldn’t do this while looking at her Masters, so she squeezed her eyes shut. Oh there it was. Delightful waves of pleasure pierced her mound. She didn’t insert the toy but chose instead to simply hold it against her aching clit. She was so aroused, she probably could have come with just her fingers.
Kevin watched Jacqueline with the toy. Oddly enough, she didn’t insert it like he thought she would. Nor did she turn it all the way up. Vaguely he wondered if the vibrator was even necessary. She might have been able to come with her fingers alone. He had to fight the urge to take the toy away from her and fuck her properly with it, but there was something fun about just watching her. Despite how she was using the vibrator, she climaxed quickly. She’d obviously been close to the edge when he gave it to her. As spasms rocked her petite body, she squeezed her thighs together and doubled over on the bed.
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She sighed happily as she pulled the toy away and turned it off. After several minutes, Kevin took it from her. “That was very good, slave.” She raised her head and smiled at him. She looked sleepy. Hell, all three of them were sleepy and spent. Roger was already snoozing. Kevin pulled her up between them and grabbed the plush black blanket that had slid off the bed. He draped it over Jacqueline, Roger, himself. Reaching between them, he unfastened his clamps from her nipples and set them on the dresser by the bed. She sighed in relief. Yawning, he slipped off his pants, tossed them on the floor and then took Jacqueline in his arms. She nuzzled next to him, burying her face in the crook between his shoulder and neck. Like Roger, she fell asleep almost instantly. But sleep didn’t come so easy for Kevin. He was worried. There was something so different about Jacqueline, so unique. He wasn’t the kind of guy who got attached to slaves, but somehow she’d gotten to him. And quite frankly, it bugged him. Inhaling deeply, he decided some sleep would help clear his thoughts.
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Chapter Five In a daze, Jacqueline woke up in Master Reaper’s arms. She had no idea how or when she’d shifted from Lucifer to Reaper. Master Reaper smiled at her and placed a finger against his lips, indicating he wanted her to stay quiet. Backing up out of bed, he gestured with his head for her to follow. She turned and glanced at Master Lucifer. At some point Lucifer had kicked off the black fur blanket. Lying flat on his back with his head slightly turned, his left arm crooked over his incredibly muscular stomach, Jacqueline could tell by his breathing that he was deeply asleep. Careful not to disturb him, she gingerly eased herself out of bed and followed Master Reaper. He walked toward the other side of the room, and she wondered where he was headed. He took an abrupt left turn. Following him, she realized their suite was essentially two separate side-by-side rooms, connected only by a short hallway. One room was a bedroom, while the other served as an adult playroom. She glanced around the dark room, noting several pieces of bondage furniture. The lights in the playroom had been turned off at some point in the night. Instead of turning them on, Reaper lit four candles and sat down on a cushioned bondage table. “Come here,” he whispered. She approached him, and he eased his hands around her waist, bringing her against him. “I want to talk to you for a little bit.” “Okay.” “You did really well tonight. My friend likes you a lot.” “I’m glad you were pleased.”
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“So how do you feel? You feel okay about everything?” In all honesty, her ass was killing her from the caning. What had felt wonderful earlier now only felt achy and uncomfortable. “Yeah. I’m a little sore,” she admitted, rubbing her bottom. “But I really had fun tonight.” “I’ll apply some more cream in a minute, but I wasn’t asking about your physical condition. I mean, how are you up here?” He pressed a finger against her forehead. In all honesty, she couldn’t stop thinking about his statement about how he wanted to continue her training, when he’d specifically told her another Dom would be completing and fine-tuning her skills. He’d told her that was a common practice among the Dark Masters. “Nothing really frightened me tonight, and I was surprised at just how much fun I had…but…I keep thinking about what you said about my chastity belt.” He nodded at her. “I wondered if you caught that.” “I thought you said someone else would complete my training.” “That’s usually the standard practice, yes, but…I’m not quite ready to give you up yet, Jacqueline.” She swallowed hard, wondering where the conversation was going. Roger had been such an important person in her life. Initially he’d been her attorney during her divorce, then he’d become a friend and a confidant…and then, well, he’d become Master Reaper, her trainer in the art of submission. She still couldn’t believe her divorce attorney was an experienced Dom and a member of an elite BDSM group. “What are you telling me, Roger?” “Look, I know I said I don’t do relationships, and I want you to remain a member in the Dark Masters, but I want us to stay…us.”
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Much to her surprise, relief poured over her. Over the last several weeks, she’d developed strong feelings for Roger, feelings she’d tried hard to squelch, but now she allowed herself to hope. “I want us to stay us too,” she whispered. He let out a sigh that sounded to her like relief. He pulled her closer and wedged her between his thighs. His erect cock prodded at her slit. Shifting around a bit, he lay flat on his back. Reaching in a nearby drawer, he grabbed a small foil package, quickly tore it open and slipped it over his erect cock. “Get on top of me.” Gently she climbed up on the table and straddled him, hovering just above him. Gingerly she eased herself down, allowing his erect cock to part her sensitive tissue. “Don’t make any noise. We don’t want to wake Kevin.” She tilted her head, catching that Lucifer’s real name was Kevin. Quickly pushing it from her head, she focused on the task at hand. Reaper’s nimble fingers caressed her thighs as she eased herself down on his swollen member. Taking hold of her hips, Reaper coaxed her to move a certain way as she lifted herself up and down slightly on her knees. “Touch your nipples for me,” Reaper whispered. Taking a ragged breath, she caressed her erect nipples. “You can come whenever you’re ready, but just do it silently,” he whispered. She nodded as she continued riding him. His hand moved between them, and he pressed his thumb against her clit. His expert touch made her come almost immediately. Pressing her lips together, she managed not to scream and instead let out a strangled cry. Roughly taking hold of her hips, he coaxed her to keep moving up and down on his shaft until he finally reached his own quiet release. Blissfully she collapsed on top of him. Brushing aside her hair, he lifted her head.
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“Good girl,” he murmured. “This is gonna have to last me because I won’t be seeing you tomorrow.” “You won’t?” “I’ve already made arrangements with Kevin. You’ll be spending the day with Master Lucifer tomorrow. Do you remember how I told you I wanted to save your ass for someone else?” She shuddered. “I remember.” “Kevin has been a good friend of mine for a long time. He’s also the owner of this mansion and the founder of the Dark Masters. He’s created a wonderful adult world for us to play in, and to show my gratitude, I’m letting him be the first to take your ass. When he fucks you there tomorrow, you’ll be gracious and thankful for it, understand?” She bit her bottom lip at his tone. “Yes, Master.” Fresh nervousness tickled her belly. She’d heard anal sex could hurt a lot. “Don’t worry. He’ll make the experience as pleasant as possible. Has anyone here hurt you?” She smiled. “No, Master.” “Now move over and lie on your belly. I’ll put some cream on your ass. It’ll help with the caning welts. I want you well rested for tomorrow, and the cream will ease any discomfort you have.” Breathing deeply, she scooted into position, letting Master Reaper apply a fresh coat of the cooling cream that had been applied earlier. Whatever it was, it felt wonderful and smelled slightly of aloe. Fortunately, it did eliminate most of the pain and discomfort. Between the fresh cream on her injuries and the pleasant buzz of her recent orgasm, she knew sleep would come quickly.
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Master Reaper helped her back to the bed and tucked her under the heavy blanket. Thankfully Master Lucifer didn’t stir at all. Reaper crawled into bed next to her, trapping her again between the two of them. Sighing heavily, she drifted back to sleep.
Jacqueline awoke, dazed and disoriented, wedged between two men. Looking around, she suddenly remembered where she was and what was going on. She had no idea what time it was, but she really needed to pee…and she was kinda hungry. The hunger was weird. She rarely woke up hungry. Of course, her Masters had worked her over pretty hard. Sitting up only a little bit, she looked around, wondering where the bathroom was. She didn’t want to wake her sleeping Masters, but she didn’t want to do anything wrong either. Looking from Master to Master, she wondered which one she should wake up…or if she should even wake them up. After weighing the pros and cons of her actions, she decided a quick trip to the bathroom didn’t require rousing either man. She and Reaper were securely tucked under a heavy black fur blanket, while Lucifer’s section of the blanket was piled between him and herself, leaving him completely naked and uncovered. Obviously he was a bit hot-blooded. Wiggling around a bit and slipping her head under the covers, she squirmed down toward the foot of the bed, careful not to disturb either Master. Working her way farther south, she finally got her feet on the floor and nimbly pulled herself out of bed. Victorious, she stood up straight and threw a quick glance back at the bed. Both men were sound asleep. She hurried to the bathroom and then quickly relieved her bladder. Lingering, she studied herself in the mirror. Her hair and makeup was an absolute mess. At some point she’d lost the red ribbon that had been tied around her neck. She had no idea what time it was, and she debated what exactly she should do next. Mulling it over, she decided the smartest thing to do was to crawl back into bed and wait for her Masters to wake up. 53
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Suddenly there was a soft knock at the door. Startled, she jumped at the sound. Oh crap, she was in trouble! “Jacqueline?” It was Master Lucifer. “Yes, Master.” She opened the bathroom door. Master Lucifer looked as if he’d just rolled out of bed, which he probably had. “I’m sorry… I just had to pee, and I didn’t want to wake you up.” He smiled at her. “It’s all right. I’m actually glad you’re up.” Relief poured over her. “I just wanted to give you a few instructions about today.” “Of course, Master Lucifer.” “I’m claiming your ass this evening. Is that all right?” She swallowed hard. “Yes, Master.” He offered her a lopsided grin. “Good. I have to admit, though, I have a problem with restraint…especially when it comes to something I really want. And in all honesty, I’ve never had a slave inexperienced in anal sex. Truthfully, I’m concerned I might hurt you, so I’ve enlisted the help of Mistress Isabel to help prepare your ass for my cock. I’m certain it’s a scene I’ll enjoy watching.” She swallowed hard. Undaunted, he continued. “Mistress Isabel will most likely demand some kind of payment from you for her time and services…like eating her pussy, for example. Do you have a problem with any of this? If you do, you need to tell me.” She took a shallow breath, trying to process everything she’d just been told. Reaper had talked to her extensively about what to expect within the mansion walls, and nothing Master Lucifer had just told her really surprised her. “I don’t have a problem, Master Lucifer,” she stated evenly. He smiled at her. “Good girl. Take a shower, put on a little makeup and style your hair. There’s a dining room at the end of the hall. You can grab a bite to eat there. I want 54
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you back in our suite and in our playroom in three hours. Show up naked and prepared to obey.” “I understand, Master.” Finding a small clock in the bathroom, she saw it was almost noon. Goodness, she’d slept late. Of course, they’d all stayed up late the night before. She quickly took her shower and did her hair and makeup. The prospect of food made her hurry to get ready. Finding a simple red satin robe in the bathroom, she tied it on and walked out of the bathroom. The bedroom was empty. Vaguely she wondered where Reaper and Lucifer had disappeared to. Opening the door, she stepped in the corridor and looked around. All was quiet. Wanting to find her way back, she glanced at the door, wondering if it had a number. It did. 666. “Figures,” she muttered, laughing softly at the cliché. Walking down the dimly lit hall, she quickly found the dining room. A sign was mounted on the door, Slaves’ Dining Room. Inhaling deeply, she pushed the door open and stepped inside. Chefs in tall white hats smiled at her from the kitchen. Delicate floral arrangements served as centerpieces on each small table. A middle-aged man in a suit walked up to her. “Good evening, miss. Please, sit down.” He ushered her to a table. Five other slaves were in the room, three women and two men. They all offered her a polite nod as they ate. Soft music played in the background. He placed a menu before her. “Here you are.” She studied the menu. It was a short list. She had a choice of either a roasted chicken breast or grilled steak. Both meat courses were served with new potatoes, steamed vegetables and a side salad. The man in the black suit waited by her side. “Have you decided, miss?”
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“Yes, I’d like the chicken.” “Right away.” Her food was promptly prepared and beautifully served. Despite the rather short menu, the food was surprisingly exquisite. Everything was seasoned and cooked perfectly. She ate her meal, glancing at a wall clock from time to time. She was nervous about her evening, which was why she kept checking the time. After finishing her meal, she returned to the suite, not wanting to be late for Mistress Isabel. She found the room was still empty. She still had another hour before Mistress Isabel was scheduled to arrive. Finding a paperback book in a drawer by the bed, she skimmed through the pages, trying to kill time. It was the longest hour of her life.
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Chapter Six Glancing at a nearby clock, Jacqueline saw she had less than ten minutes left. After quickly checking her hair and makeup, she slipped off her red robe and slowly proceeded to the playroom. She kept her hands at her sides and tried to project some semblance of grace and poise…though in actuality, she felt uncertain and nervous. After quickly walking through the hallway, she entered the playroom. Mistress Isabel was dressed in a lovely black and purple corset with a matching thong. She had dark brown hair that framed a stern but pretty face. Master Lucifer was lounging on a nearby piece of bondage furniture, while Mistress Isabel stood dead center in the room. “Come here, slave,” the Domme ordered, pointing to a spot on the floor. Jacqueline hurried to the spot, not wanting to displease her Mistress. She kept her gaze averted, choosing instead to study the Domme’s shiny black boots. Something cold and hard pressed under her chin, forcing her head up. “I want to see your eyes,” the Domme insisted. Cautiously lifting her head, Jacqueline stared at the riding crop in the Domme’s right hand. The flat part of the crop was under her chin and served to tilt her head up and back. Wanting to obey the order, Jacqueline met the woman’s dark brown eyes. A smile tugged at the corners of the Domme’s mouth. “She’s pretty,” Mistress Isabel commented. “Yeah, I know. Especially her eyes,” Lucifer commented. Jacqueline only swallowed, not daring to look away from the woman. “Now, little slave. Master Lucifer has informed me that you have a virgin ass. Is this true?”
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“Yes, Mistress.” It felt strange to talk with the crop under her jaw. “Master Lucifer has asked me to help prepare your ass for his cock. This will require a lot of my time and effort, since you’ll undoubtedly need a great deal of work before he can actually fuck you. This process may be uncomfortable for you and at times may even hurt. You are permitted to use your safe word if the pain becomes too great, but I need you to accept some pain and discomfort. Do you understand?” “Yes, Mistress.” “I need you to say it. I need you to say, ‘I will accept some pain and discomfort, Mistress Isabel’.” Jacqueline took a shallow breath. “I will accept some pain and discomfort, Mistress Isabel.” “Good girl. Because this will never work if you don’t accept some displeasure.” “Thank her for helping you,” Lucifer added. “Thank you, Mistress.” “Oh you’ll thank me later,” the Domme whispered. The crop pulled out from under her chin. Isabel set it down on a nearby table. “Now I want you turn around and grab your ankles.” A bit dizzy and overwhelmed, Jacqueline turned and bent over before wrapping a hand around each of her ankles. She saw Master Lucifer through her parted legs. He smiled at her. He seemed to be enjoying the scene so far. She found strength in his approving stare. Soft, delicate fingers, tipped with long nails, gently parted her cheeks. Jacqueline shuddered. It was strange for a woman to touch her so intimately, but it wasn’t overly stressful. “Oh my, she does have a tight little virgin asshole. Sometimes, subs lie about such matters.” “I knew it was true,” Lucifer commented.
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“Hmm, this is going to take time, Master Lucifer, a lot of my time. I could be flogging some naughty boy right now.” “I’m sure Jacqueline will properly pay you afterward. Do you have a problem eating pussy, slave?” Lucifer asked. “No, Master,” Jacqueline replied. She was relieved Lucifer had asked her in private first before putting her on the spot. “She is a cutie, Master Lucifer.” The Domme gently petted her. “All right, let’s get started.” Jacqueline heard the Domme opening and closing a bottle. A warm, well-lubed finger smeared wetness from the base of her tail bone all the way down, past her anus, and stopped at her sheath. The hands left her body. “Reach up and pull your cheeks apart, slave.” Jacqueline steadied her nerves and did as ordered. “We’re going to start with a very small rubber toy, slave. It’s only about the size of a finger, and it’ll help work more lube into your anus. I need you to relax when I insert the toy.” Jacqueline willed herself to be calm as something very wet pressed against her anus. The tip of the toy prodded at her clenched entrance but seemed unable to breach her. “Relax, slave. You’re nervous.” Jacqueline took a ragged breath and closed her eyes. The toy managed to part her entrance a little, and she willed her body to relax and accept the object. She felt her tight entrance being stretched as something foreign entered her. Shocked by the sensation, she tensed up. “Easy,” the Domme whispered. “You’re clenching around it. Just relax and accept it. It’s okay if it feels uncomfortable.” Inhaling deeply, Jacqueline willed her muscles to relax.
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“Good,” the Domme murmured. Jacqueline could tell the Domme was pushing the toy in farther, and her anus tightened in response. “Oh,” Jacqueline protested, feeling some pain. “Just relax. I told you there would be some discomfort,” Isabel murmured, easing the toy out a bit. The Domme didn’t take it out completely, but it helped when she eased it back. Jacqueline pressed her lips together. After simply holding the toy partially in for several moments, Isabel spoke again. “Are you ready to continue?” “Yes, Mistress,” Jacqueline whispered. In actuality, she wanted to say no, but more than anything, she wanted to spend more time with her mysterious new Master. She wanted Master Lucifer’s cock deep inside her, fucking her, claiming her. If this was a necessary step, she could endure. Again, the toy eased deeper into her ass. Once again, waves of discomfort and pain pierced her belly. “Oh,” she groaned. The Domme once again stopped but didn’t withdraw it. Jacqueline swallowed hard, not sure she could handle much more. Her body quivered. The ordeal was more stressful than she thought it would be. “You’re doing very well,” Isabel cooed, seemingly sensing her struggle. “You’ve almost got it. Just hang in there. You can do it.” Once again, Isabel gently pushed the toy farther in. Jacqueline squirmed a bit, trying to cooperate as the toy stretched out her untried passage. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, the Domme stopped pushing. “There we go,” Isabel declared. “Now stand up straight.” A bit dizzy, Jacqueline stood. She could easily feel the unfamiliar plug in her ass.
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Several conflicting emotions filled her. On the one hand, she was proud of herself for enduring. But on the other hand, a part of her wanted the toy removed. It didn’t really feel good, but it didn’t hurt either. In a word, it felt…uncomfortable. She remembered what Isabel had said about accepting some discomfort and held her silence. “Turn around.” Obediently she spun around and faced her Mistress. “Now, you did very well taking in your first butt plug.” “Thank you, Mistress.” “How does it feel, slave?” “A little weird. Kind of…uncomfortable…I guess.” “Being a slave isn’t about your comfort, is it?” “No, Ma’am.” “In time you’ll find pleasure in it. For now, though, we’re going to leave that in for a little bit and let your ass get used to it. To pass the time, I want you to entertain Master Lucifer and me.” Entertain? What did they want? “You see that stripper pole over there?” Isabel pointed in the direction of a silver pole. “Get your butt over there and start twirling around it. I don’t care what you do or how well you do it. Just do something.” Jacqueline could tell by Isabel’s intense stare that she was highly aroused. Obviously Isabel was into women. Lucifer was studying her in much the same way. Jacqueline swallowed hard, trying not to squirm from the plug in her ass. Apparently the act of inserting the toy, something she had found to be a mild form of torture, had obviously aroused both Master Lucifer and Mistress Isabel. This realization made her happy and a bit giddy. Again it was the pleasure she found in making her Dom happy…or in this case, Domme. Vaguely she realized Reaper 61
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was right about her serving a Dominatrix. Just as he’d promised, it was more about the submission than her sexual orientation…at least so far. Walking to the pole, Jacqueline glanced back at both of them. Isabel settled next to Lucifer on the spanking bench as she leaned over and fiddled with something. Music with heavy base thudded through hidden speakers. With the toy wedged tight in place and two intense audience members staring at her as if they both wanted to fuck her, Jacqueline suddenly felt incredibly aroused and excited. She grabbed the pole and lazily twirled around it. She didn’t have any experience working a stripper pole, but she didn’t worry so much about technique. Mostly she just twirled around the pole and studied her Master and Mistress. Neither of them spoke. They just watched her. She knew they both wanted her. Oddly enough, she’d never felt more powerful. Vaguely she wondered who was really in control. Strengthened by this realization, she grabbed the pole higher and lifted her feet off the floor as she twirled. Round and round she spun, drunk on lust. The plug in her ass kept her anus stretched open and stimulated as she danced. She wasn’t yet ready to admit it to herself, but she liked how the toy felt. Choosing to focus on her dancing instead, she closed her eyes and let the music dictate her speed and rhythm. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when the music abruptly stopped. She opened her eyes and looked at her audience. Isabel was holding another anal plug. “Get over here, you little tease.” The woman spoke in a demanding and insistent tone. Without hesitating, Jacqueline rushed up to the Domme. Lucifer sat, back erect, on the spanking bench. There was a noticeable bulge in his tight leather pants. “Turn around and grab your ankles,” Isabel ordered. Both aroused and nervous, Jacqueline turned and obeyed.
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She felt the toy in her ass slowly pull out. She let out a relieved sigh. A part of her liked having the unfamiliar plug removed, but she knew they were really just getting started. Another wet toy prodded at her anus and started to slip inside her. At first it wasn’t so bad. But since the toy was larger than the first, it stretched her past her comfort point. “Ow,” she whimpered. “Shh,” Isabel whispered. Then she eased the toy back a bit. After several minutes, Isabel resumed inserting the toy. Discomfort changed slightly to pain, but oddly enough, Jacqueline found something extremely enjoyable about the sensation. As Isabel gently pushed the toy farther in, her clit began to slowly throb. Cream even trickled from her. To a degree, she felt slightly betrayed by her body’s reaction, as if a truth had been revealed sooner than she’d wanted. A finger trailed through her slit, smearing her wetness. “Looks like my slut likes her butt plug. Do you like your first anal lesson?” Jacqueline hesitated a moment before answering, “Yes, Mistress.” Obviously encouraged by her response, Isabel pushed a little harder, inserting quite a bit of the toy. A wave of both pleasure and pain hit her. “Please don’t,” Jacqueline whispered, when in fact she meant please do. “Okay, shh. It’s okay,” Isabel cooed, holding the toy still once again. The Domme placed a hand on the small of her back and gently petted her. “Easy, little slave.” She blinked at the Domme’s reaction. Reaper would’ve understood what her begging meant. “I’m okay now, Mistress.” She was actually eager to continue. The Domme murmured something approvingly before resuming. Vaguely Jacqueline wondered how far along they were. As the toy continued filling and stretching her, her clit throbbed and pulsed painfully. Closing her eyes, she barely
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registered the Domme whispering, “There we go. Very bravely done. She’s a natural, Master Lucifer. Okay, slave, stand back up.” Dizzy, Jacqueline stood and slowly spun around. Jacqueline could tell the second toy was considerably larger than the first. The toy was having a bizarre effect on her body. Both her pussy and nipples ached. She fought a sudden urge to stroke her throbbing clit. “You liked that, didn’t you, slave?” Isabel murmured. “Yes, Mistress.” The Domme trailed one of her red acrylic nails over an erect nipple. The jolt made her aching clit throb even more, and Jacqueline squeezed her thighs together. “Open your stance,” Isabel ordered. Reluctantly, Jacqueline obeyed. The Domme brought both her hands up and cupped her breasts. Using her nails, Isabel just barely scratched and circled her erect and hardened nipples. After several minutes of teasing her areolas, the eloquent fingers drifted to her waxed mound and just barely scratched her pussy lips. “Oh,” Jacqueline groaned, desperate for release. Cream oozed from her as the Domme kept scratching her lips. Two nails became just one as Isabel drew slow circles around her throbbing clit. “Keep your stance wide open. You’re not allowed to come.” Jacqueline only nodded. Two fingers pressed into her swollen folds, spreading them, and exposed her clit to the air. The Domme’s nails pressed into her overheated flesh. Jacqueline fidgeted on her toes, trying to endure the Domme’s teasing. Abruptly the fingers pulled away. Jacqueline bit her bottom lip. “Now, little slave. Your ass has been thoroughly lubed and significantly stretched out. Anal sex at this point may hurt a little, but it won’t be unbearable. I believe you’re ready now for Master Lucifer’s cock.”
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The thought of someone actually fucking her and relieving her growing need made her giddy. “Thank you, Mistress.” “Oh you haven’t begun to thank me,” the Domme began, moving to a simple wooden chair in the room. As she walked, she unsnapped something and slipped off her satin thong. Sitting on the chair’s edge, she spread her thighs wide, revealing her own waxed sex. “Get down on your hands and knees and crawl over here,” the Domme ordered. At one time Jacqueline thought going down on a woman would be weird, but she was so high on lust, she honestly didn’t mind doing what the Domme was asking her to do. Mindlessly she got down on the floor and crawled to the Domme. Isabel grabbed the back of her head, jabbing her fingers deep in her hair, and pulled her toward her glistening sex. Jacqueline was concerned she would have to think of something to do, but fortunately, the Domme told her what she wanted. “Run your tongue up and down my slit. Taste me, slave.” Tentatively Jacqueline licked the woman’s slit. Oddly enough, it wasn’t as strange as she thought it would be. As Reaper had promised, it was more about the submission, about being ordered to do something. A bit bolder, Jacqueline plunged her tongue deeper, seeking the woman’s clit. The Domme groaned in response. Encouraged by Isabel’s response, Jacqueline continued licking. “Good, little slut, now suck me.” Mindlessly Jacqueline obeyed and gently sucked the Domme’s swollen clit. Her nails dug into Jacqueline’s scalp. “Harder,” Isabel ordered, pressing her face against her mound. Jacqueline obeyed. “When I come, don’t pull away,” the Domme warned.
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Reaper had already warned her about not pulling away. He’d told her slaves within the Dark Masters were expected to welcome a Master’s or Mistress’ come. Mistress Isabel quickly climaxed. As she cried out, she dug her nails even harder into her scalp. Jacqueline obediently sucked and licked the Domme’s juices. “That’s enough, little slave,” Isabel whispered, untangling her fingers from her hair. She sounded spent and pleased. “You did very well. I’m impressed. You perform better than some seasoned slaves here.” “Thank you, Mistress,” Jacqueline whispered. “She’s all yours now, Master Lucifer.” The Domme stood and gathered her things, included her riding crop and her thong. “Thank you for your services, Mistress Isabel. It’s always a pleasure watching you work.” “No, thank you.” The Domme kissed Lucifer’s cheek before heading for the door. “Enjoy her,” the Domme called. “I know I certainly did.” Master Lucifer turned from the Domme and eyed her. “Oh I intend to.” Standing near a spanking bench, he gestured toward it with his open palm. “Come here, slave. You can walk over here.” Slowly Jacqueline rose from her knees and then walked toward him. Before he gave the inevitable order for her to bend over the nearby spanking bench, he placed his strong hands on either side of her narrow waist. Gently he grazed her lips with his. Fresh desire washed over her, tinged with other feelings she didn’t quite understand. Quickly she pushed the other feelings from her thoughts. “You did well with Mistress Isabel.” “Thank you, Master.” “I enjoyed watching that. You okay to continue?” “Yes, Master.” His concern for her well-being touched her, which only intensified her growing feelings for him. 66
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“Good. Bend over the bench.” Shaking off all the confusing feelings she had for him, she closed her eyes and leaned over the black spanking bench. His hands firmly separated her cheeks. She suddenly realized how much rougher he was, where Isabel had been soft and gentle. His fingers took hold of the plug still wedged firmly in place. Not nearly as tender as Isabel, he took hold of the toy and pulled it out a few inches. Then he eased it back in. Again the unfamiliar stimulation of her anus made her clit go haywire. More cream slowly seeped from her. His fingers once again took hold of the plug and slowly pulled it out. She heard him set the toy down. Grasping her hips, he pushed her up higher on the bench and eased his erect cock between her cheeks without penetrating her. The blunt tip of his erect cock pressed against her well-lubed entrance. Leaning in to her, he pushed his pulsing organ into her unclaimed passage. Although she’d been worked over by Isabel and her toys, his cock felt very different. Unlike the toys, his cock was warm and throbbing. And more importantly, it was connected to him, Master Lucifer, a man she was developing very confusing emotions for. Slowly Master Lucifer pushed himself deeper into her, stretching her past her comfort point. “Ow,” she protested. He stopped, giving her a chance to recover. His hand slipped under her, finding her dripping pussy. His fingers ruthlessly strummed over her aching clit as he resumed pushing his cock into her tight passage. As Isabel promised, it wasn’t unbearable, but it wasn’t pleasant either. Only Lucifer’s expert treatment of her clit made the experience enjoyable. Slowly he worked his cock in and out of her. After several minutes he abandoned finesse altogether and pumped himself harder.
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She bit her bottom lip, trying to endure his rough treatment. He wasn’t hurting her, but he wasn’t being gentle either. Lack of restraint, indeed! Had Isabel not carefully prepared her, she would have been forced to use her safe word. As the minutes went by, she started to find something highly enjoyable about the sensation. She liked the feel of his hard cock in her ass, stretching her, filling her, claiming her. As he fucked her, her sheath clenched in need, searching for something to fill it as well. “My ass,” he growled possessively. She swallowed hard, a bit shaken by his possessive tone. After several minutes, he slowed and finally stopped pumping himself in and out of her. She could tell he hadn’t climaxed yet. His erect cock remained firmly inserted. “So tell me, slave. How does it feel?” It was less a question and more of a demand. He eased back a bit before sliding his cock back in. “How does my cock feel in your ass? Think carefully before you answer. Don’t just say it feels good.” She hesitated, not entirely sure he would understand what she was feeling. Undaunted, she decided to tell him the truth. “I feel like you’re using me the way I was meant to be used, like you’re fucking me the way I was meant to be fucked, but at the same time, I feel incomplete. And a part of me wishes that Reaper was here fucking me at the same time.” “I see.” Oddly enough, he seemed prepared for her answer, as if he understood something about her that she didn’t. He retrieved something from a nearby table. A moment later he pressed a vibrator against her pussy. Before she could say anything, he slowly inserted the toy without withdrawing his cock. She tried to pull away, shocked by the sensation, but he held her firm against the bench. She’d never experienced double penetration, but it felt so right and so good. With a few quick flicks, he turned the toy to its maximum settings. The shaft rotated wildly inside her while the clit stimulator assaulted her pussy with intense vibrations.
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Without another word, he resumed pumping his cock in and out of her ass. Between the toy and his cock, multiple orgasms rocked her body as her muscles clenched and tightened painfully. Lucifer held her helpless against the spanking bench, forcing her to come again and again. She cried and screamed, fully convinced she might even faint again. Overwhelmed with the sheer intensity of their scene, she felt reality blissfully dissolve around her. A voice jarred her back to the planet. “Are you awake, little slave?” She blinked several times and looked around, realizing she was lying on her side on the playroom floor. Lucifer’s muscular arm served as a makeshift pillow. Shifting her weight a bit, she realized they were both lying on a very hard concrete floor. She grimaced. “Come here,” he muttered. Gently he scooped her up in his muscular arms and carried her to the next room. She was exhausted, spent and a little sore. Wordlessly he placed her on the bed and draped a blanket over her. Just as she drifted to sleep, she felt him kiss her forehead.
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Chapter Seven Kevin studied Jacqueline’s sleeping form. She’d been thoroughly worked over by both him and Mistress Isabel, and she’d taken everything they both had to give with a grace and strength that truly impressed him. Sitting on a nearby chair, he watched her sleep and wondered why he was so impressed with her, so enamored with her. It wasn’t like him to get attached to a slave. He tried to think of one of the other slaves, but for some reason, he couldn’t picture any other face except Jacqueline’s. Hell, he couldn’t even remember another name other than hers. Jacqueline. Annoyed, he stood and marched to the shower. He just needed to clear his thoughts. He turned on the shower, grabbed the soap and then lathered his flaccid cock. Closing his eyes, he thought of Jacqueline’s adorable upturned ass with Isabel’s pink toy wedged inside. His cock stirred at the mental image. Eyes still closed, he turned his face up into the downpour of water. Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t blot out the image. Water sluiced over his newly erect cock. Silently he swore. Damn it, it was her fault he was hard again. He should make her take care of him. Wasn’t that her purpose? Wasn’t that her place in the Dark Masters? Finishing his shower, he opted on not taking care of himself, wanting instead to fuck Jacqueline. Logically he knew it was wrong to expect so much from her. After all, it had been her first night to experience anal sex and she’d gone down on Mistress Isabel. Leave her alone and let her sleep! he thought angrily. He should just take care of himself, go back to his private room and go to sleep. Or even better, he could go to another slave and have one of them take care of him. But still, he couldn’t let it go. He wanted her to take care of him. He needed her. After
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grabbing a condom, he quickly tore it open and then rolled it over his throbbing member. Silently he slipped into bed. The moment he brushed up against her, she stirred. “Master?” “Shh, don’t talk, slave.” Wordlessly he positioned himself over her. She looked up at him sleepily, but she spread her thighs for him. His throbbing cock eased into her cleft, and she arched up toward him. Neither one of them spoke. There was no finesse. He just fucked her hard and fast. As he roughly fucked her, he quickly climaxed and spilled himself into the condom. A part of him wanted to take care of her, to watch her come under him, but it reeked of softness to him. The last thing he wanted was attachments or complications. With his own need sated, he pulled himself from her, leaving her unsatisfied. She groaned in protest. Slowly he stood and merely studied her. He was inexplicably angry with her. She’d crawled under his skin. She’d gotten to him. He had to punish her for that, to torture her in the same way she was torturing him. Kneeling down, he reached under the bed and retrieved a spreader bar. Wordlessly he locked the two-foot bar between her ankles. She only watched as he locked her wrists to a set of shackles mounted on the bed’s headboard. In her current predicament, pleasuring herself would be impossible. And he could tell she needed to come hard as she writhed about helplessly. “You’re not allowed to come, slave.” Her eyes widened in surprise, but she didn’t say anything. He draped the blanket over her body. “Go to sleep. You’re allowed to wake me if you have to go to the bathroom. Otherwise I don’t want to hear a peep out of you.”
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Still annoyed with her, he climbed into bed next to her and drifted to sleep. He tried to pretend he wasn’t happy about the idea of her being chained up helplessly next to him.
After several minutes, Jacqueline’s intense arousal lessened to a dull ache between her thighs. She wasn’t really angry about what just happened but more confused. Master Lucifer was a bit more enigmatic than Reaper. She couldn’t get a bead on him. She thought he was happy with her, but then he seemed angry about something. And what exactly did she feel for him? And then there was Master Reaper. On the one hand, Reaper understood her and helped bring out facets of her personality she didn’t understand, whereas Lucifer seemed to push and expand her limits. She didn’t want to admit it, but she felt an attachment to both men. They’d both introduced her to things she’d never dared imagined and neither one had belittled her or put her down for her feelings. In reality they’d both made her feel…cherished. Inhaling deeply, she closed her eyes and willed herself to sleep.
***** Sighing, Jacqueline sleepily rolled over on to her side. Her aching muscles stretched out in blissful relief. It was several minutes before she realized she’d been released from her restraints. Strong arms suddenly pulled her against a rock-hard chest. “Jacqueline, you okay?” Shaking off sleep, she looked up into Lucifer’s worried face. “Yeah. I’m a little stiff and sore, but I think I’ll live.” She smiled, wondering why he looked so worried. “I…I just want to apologize for last night. I shouldn’t have done that. The way I fucked you and then chained you up. It was mean, especially after your scene with Mistress Isabel and me. I punished you because I was angry, and a good Dom never punishes out of anger. It’s a clear mark of an amateur…or even worse, an abuser.” 72
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“What were you angry about?” He exhaled deeply. His jaw clenched. “It’s not in my nature to get attached to slaves, Jacqueline. But for some reason, I find myself wanting to spend more time with you. There’s something different about you, and it confuses me.” A tidal wave of baffling emotions crashed down on her. Feelings she’d tried so hard to squelch bubbled to the surface. Despite her best efforts, tears pooled in her eyes. She tried to hold her breath, but a sob escaped her. “Are you crying?” “No.” Desperately she tried to get away, to run away, but he held her firm, not allowing her to flee. “Why are you crying? What’s wrong?” She struggled against him and sat up in bed. “You won’t understand.” “Tell me!” Using the fur blanket to mop away her tears, she looked away from him, trying to organize her bizarre feelings. “Master Lucifer, I feel a very strong attachment to you as well…but…” “But what?” “I…I feel something for Master Reaper as well.” She waited for him to say something, convinced he’d be angry. “That’s all?” “Aren’t you mad?” “Mad about what? Reaper is my best friend. Hell, we just shared you the other night. Why would I be mad?” “You’re not…jealous?” “Jacqueline, there’s a lot about this lifestyle you don’t understand. Have you talked to Reaper about how you feel?”
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“A little. He said he wasn’t ready to let me go, that’s why he wants to keep training me.” “Hmmm, I think the three of us need to talk.” She frowned. The phrase “we need to talk” was usually the death of a relationship. “Talk about what?” she asked carefully. “Talk about how we feel about collaring you.” She’d read about the significance of a collar, but she didn’t think she could belong to two people. “I can be collared by two men? I thought a collar marked ownership by one Master.” “It can mean that, sure, but it can also mean other things. It can also mean you belong to both Reaper and me, which means you exist for our pleasure and satisfaction primarily. And if someone else wants to do a scene with you, they have to arrange it with us…though I don’t know how often I’ll want to share you, except with maybe the Dommes, of course. I did enjoy watching Mistress Isabel work you over last night. I heard through the grapevine that Mistress Flame wants to do a scene with you as well.” Her head reeled with everything she was being told. “But wait… What does all this collaring talk really mean between you and me and Reaper?” He tilted his head. “What do you want it to mean?” She hesitated, almost afraid to tell him what she wanted. Steadying her nerves, she decided to just blurt out what she wanted. “I want it to mean that…I’m the only slave you’ll play with, that I’ll be enough to satisfy your needs and wants. And if you want me to serve another Dom or Domme, it’s because the thought of me being used by another pleases you, not because you’re trying to pawn me off.” “Jacqueline, I would never want to pawn you off. As far as what you want, that’s exactly what I’m talking about. That’s why I want to collar you. I don’t want any other slave. I want you.”
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***** After stepping out of the shower, Jacqueline grabbed a towel and quickly dried off. Her new collar sat prominently on a folded black towel like a crown. She still couldn’t believe that Reaper and Lucifer had both wanted to collar her. She literally belonged to two gorgeous men. Made of platinum and diamonds, her collar looked more like an expensive choker than a collar. More than anything she wanted to slip it back on, but Reaper had a specific order for her attire. First the chastity belt, then hair and makeup, then the teddy, and then…he would put the collar back on for her. Hanging up the damp towel, Jacqueline warily eyed her new chastity belt. True to Reaper’s promise, her belt had been recently modified. Inhaling deeply, she retrieved her belt, which now had both a vaginal and an anal plug. She retrieved a bottle of lube and then thoroughly coated both plugs. Thankfully, neither one was particularly large in size. The anal plug was only about the width of two fingers, while the vaginal insert was slightly longer and thicker. Stepping into the leather thong, she pulled the garment up, stopping when both plugs prodded at her entrances. She knew the anal plug would be the hardest for her, so she started with that one first. Willing herself to relax, she leaned over slightly and placed one hand on the sink while taking hold of the base of the anal insert. Inhaling deeply, she was able to slowly slip the plug in bit by bit. Much to her disappointment, it wasn’t as good as Lucifer’s cock. There wasn’t a lot of slack between each plug, so she couldn’t insert one and then the other. She would have to slowly insert them both at the same time. Before the anal plug was completely in, she straightened up and took hold of the vaginal plug’s base. The slender and well-lubed toy easily parted her flesh.
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With one hand pushing her vaginal insert and the other gently pushing against the anal plug, she was eventually able to insert both. Standing up, she tugged the thong up slightly, smoothing the garment down. Wiggling around a bit, she paced around the spacious bathroom, fearing the anal plug would be painful or uncomfortable. Much to her surprise, the new insert didn’t hurt, but instead gently stretched and stimulated her anus, which only served to arouse her. Sitting on the tub’s edge, she crossed her legs, essentially trying to make friends with her newly modified chastity belt. Standing back up, she danced and wiggled about. She wasn’t totally used to it yet, but she was fairly certain she could endure for the evening…at least with a few extra bathroom breaks. With one last wiggle, she ensured everything was where it should be before securing the slender belt in the front. Oddly enough, Reaper had taken the lock off. He’d told her he would explain the missing lock later. Shrugging it off, she ran some mousse through her damp hair. She was giddy about her second party. Unlike the other night, she wasn’t the least bit nervous. She wanted others to see her. She only regretted she had to go back to work the next day. Though writing copy for an ad agency wasn’t the worst gig in the world. She surveyed the makeup in the bathroom. She’d already opened most of the fresh packages the night before for her evening with Mistress Isabel, though there was a different color of eye shadow she wanted to try. She tore it open. It was a shimmery purple. After applying the last of her makeup, she picked up the delicate dark green teddy and matching panties. There was really nothing to the outfit. It was a few scraps of transparent fabric with some beads and crystals sewn on. She slipped the panties on first and tied the satin green ribbons on each side of her hips.
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“There,” she quietly declared. She stood up straight, admiring the pretty underwear in the mirror. Very feminine. Her black leather chastity belt was easily visible through the diaphanous fabric. After picking up the top, she draped the translucent teddy across her shoulders and tied the green ribbons in the front. She couldn’t tie a pretty bow to save her life. She fiddled with the ties, doing her best to make neat bows, but they kept coming out crooked and sloppy. As she fussed with the ribbons, someone knocked on the door. “Come in,” she said. The door slowly opened, and Master Reaper stepped inside, smiling. “Oh you’re already dressed,” he said, looking her up and down. “I’m sorry, Master. Should I not be?” “You’re fine. I was just coming to check on your progress.” She was instantly relieved. “You look beautiful,” he murmured, studying her gauzy green teddy. Her body was easily visible through the next-to-nothing teddy, and she shuddered under his intense gaze. “But you’re not finished with your makeup,” he declared. She had already applied everything. What did she do wrong? He pulled something from his pocket. It was a brand-new package of blush. It was deep red. “Oh I’m sorry. I used the other blush,” she began, touching her cheek. “This isn’t for your face,” he informed. Gently he untied the green ribbons holding her teddy together. The flimsy fabric parted before him, exposing her breasts, and she shivered. “Be still,” he ordered. She froze.
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Slowly, teasingly, he opened the package. Picking up the small brush, he dragged the bristles across the colored powder, effectively coating the brush’s tip. She swallowed hard. She’d never applied makeup to her nipples, but Master Reaper was obviously intent on doing just that. The moment the bristles touched her, she giggled. She’d always been very ticklish. She instantly wanted to bat the offending brush away, but she didn’t want to displease him. Willing herself calm, she squeezed her eyes shut as the bristles tickled and tortured her nipples. Despite her best efforts, she fidgeted around, forcing Master Reaper to pin her against the sink. “Stay,” he ordered simply. He didn’t sound angry, merely driven. After an eternity he finally stopped tormenting her right nipple and moved to her left. Vaguely she wondered if he was drawing the experience out on purpose. Probably, she concluded. It doesn’t take this long to put on blush. “There,” he finally declared. He clicked the blush closed. Opening her eyes, she watched him repocket the blush. He retied her teddy. “This is a good color,” he observed. “I like this teddy on you.” “It doesn’t leave much to the imagination,” she whispered, making a feeble attempt at humor. She looked down at her darkened nipples, which were easily visible through the gauzy fabric. “That’s the point,” he informed. “You’ll be on display soon. In a few hours, you’ll be taken upstairs to mingle with the party guests. But it won’t be like the other night when you were all covered up with that thick leather dress. Are you ready for that?” “Yes, Master. I’m ready.” “Master Lucifer said he wants to arrange a scene between you and Mistress Flame. Apparently he enjoyed watching Mistress Isabel work you over. I have to admit, I’d like
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to see that too. From what I heard, it was quite a scene. Do you have a problem doing another scene with a Domme?” “No, Master.” “Good. Now, let’s lock up your chastity belt. His thumb easily pushed down the top of her lacy panties, revealing her unlocked clasp. “I want to explain why I took the old lock off.” She only nodded at him, eager to hear his explanation. “You see, before you were collared, every Dom and Domme had a key to your chastity belt, which was why you could ask any one of them to unlock you to go to the bathroom. But now, since you’re collared, the other members don’t have a key to your chastity belt anymore. Only Master Lucifer and I can unlock you, so you can’t ask just anyone anymore. You have to ask one of us.” “Oh I see.” She nodded. He locked the new lock in place. After looking her up and down, he nodded. “Nice. Lift up your hair. I’ll put your collar on now.” She shuddered at those words and instantly lifted up her shoulder-length auburn hair. Standing behind her, he wrapped the lovely collar around her neck and secured the clasp. “Just to warn you, slave. Your ass is mine tonight.” He squeezed one of her cheeks hard. “I’ve waited a long time to feel your ass.” Wetness pooled between her thighs. “We could do it right now.” She studied him in the mirror. “Mm-mm,” he murmured disapprovingly. “You have to wait. By the time Lucifer, Mistress Flame and I get down with you, you’re gonna be on your knees, begging for my cock.” She shuddered, knowing he’d keep his word on that. He nuzzled her ear and ran his hand up her rib cage, intentionally tickling her. She giggled in his arms, trying to
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break away. Instead of letting her go, he spun her around and kissed her hard. His tongue plunged deep between her lips, claiming her mouth. When he broke their kiss, she kept her arms wrapped around his neck and rested her face against his chest. Reaper’s mouth nuzzled against her ear, nibbling her lobe. “Jacqueline, I’ll never let you go. Never.” “I don’t want you to let me go, Roger.” Vaguely Jacqueline thought about the fortuneteller and about how she would be Lucifer’s slave. As Master Reaper held her tighter, she silently concluded that the fortuneteller only got it half right.
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