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104.PIECING GRAN
Well we had just got back to rights after the first momentous whipping of Rose (see story 103) and rose was sitting on her chair again in chains, when the Butler arrived, he suggested I should put May on the bed in the afternoon in the chain collar for him or the driver.
I did as suggested May whispering to me that “She was not looking forward to having the little man all over her” sadly she was right, he having her savagely and with no mercy, leaving bites, and scratches all over the good ladies body. He stayed perhaps an hour and Rose and I sat listening to her moans during the whole time as he tore at her and cursed her alternately.
After she showered, then returned somewhat shattered to her seat. At six before the buzzer sounded May suggested she should be the evenings victim, saying Rose can`t have all the fun and it looked to her like her mother needed the rest, though Rose denied being tired we felt she would need her strength, so May was the one I secured.
Again the duke appeared, dressed as before and without comment, he began at her shoulders, just as he had with Rose, however with May he ceased at the top of her legs and the whip strokes were noticeably lighter. She did climax but it was not the huge affair Rose had earlier managed.
Again he scuttled away but as he left he said “Rose at nine face up legs akimbo.” Rose just fleetingly smiled; she knew just what he meant to inflict.
At a quarter to nine Rose reminded me to move her, this time she instructed me to allow her legs to dangle over the edge of the bench then secure her ankles and knees to the bench legs leaving her sex open and vulnerable, she then lay back raised her arms and instructed me to secure her wrists, then she happily lay awaiting his lordships pleasure revelling in her vulnerability.
Firstly, to our surprise, came the duchess, she arrived dressed in a pink silk dress close fitting like her husband`s but with no executioners hood, she carried a riding crop, and she stood at Rose`s head telling me to strip and be ready for my mistress would need me soon.
The duke appeared in his back silks in his hand a bamboo cane. I was naked and stiff as I watched the scenario unfold. He announced that his wife would strike the first five strokes, and then she wished to be secured on the working bed cowgirl and after he had had his fill of Rose she would be caned while engaged with me.
The duchess flicked the crop down hard along the length of Roses left leg leaving a livid red imprint; she repeated the stroke on the right leg before Rose had chance to scream, she then kissed rose on the lips muffling her noisy reaction.
She waited till the howl stopped, hesitated then awaiting Rose`s nod, when it came she administered a quick shot to either breast. That fetched forth another scream and little head shaking.
Again till she settled came the kiss, more passionate this time then the moments absolute silence while we all waited knowing the target for the last stroke would be directly between Roses legs, the duchess leant forward, with deft fingers she opened her victims labia and exposed the woman`s clit eliciting a groan, then as the duchess stood up, she began to sob “if you’re going to do it, do it now please, just do it!”
She did not have long to wait, the crop sizzled down in a long arc, the strike was square to the body and direct down the slot of life, the scream was out of this world echoing round the chamber like a banshee.
Within seconds the duchess was mounted on me on the big soft working bed that May had suffered on that afternoon. Her husband secured her neck chain then he lifted her silk exposing her naked backside and allowing me to penetrate this lusty lady.
He administered the first batch of cane marks to her tender backside saying; “go on my beauty ride the lad hard” which triggered a massive climax. She bounced on my body shrieking “yes, Yes, Yes!” She writhed against me, using me totally as an object of pleasure, a human dildoe and not as anything human.
The duke went to Rose and simply mounted her still secured body, regardless of her clitoral pain or bruising; she again began to shriek, spurring the ducal pair to greater things.
The session lasted perhaps another half hour, alternately the duke thrashing his impaled wife, and returning to screw Rose. Finally he released Rose and had her crop the duchess’s arse for him, he egging her on to thrash her harder, it was the final act both he and Rose leaving together for his bed, leaving his wife still chained to the bed and impaled on me. May all this time a secure onlooker desperate for a sexual release, begging me to come and use her sexually soon?
I finally wriggled free from under her ladyship in the early hours, leaving her to sleep and I was obliged to use May by finger and tongue my poor tool having been drained.
The butler called us all with breakfast at 7am even the duke having overslept. He released her ladyship and things returned to what passed for normal till twelve when the master returned Rose to her chains and then enjoyed beating Mays back and arse well, saying “he was going to pierce Rose that evening at six and to have her secured as the previous day. He also said he was “going to use May the next day, as his butler had said she was a good lay!”
The driver appeared at the expected time, May lay ready in collar and chain and he proved a gentle and thoughtful lover, May loved every moment of sleeping with him. After tea, she told us he had been the best vanilla screw she had had for years.
Anyway after tea toileting and the like at a quarter to six I secured Rose, laid out just as I had the day before and though now bruised near as eager for a new experience as she had been yesterday and at six sharp they reappeared just as they had the day before but without cane or crop, him carrying a rather ominous small black box about a foot long and 6” in either direction which he placed on a chair before securing his wife in the hoist by her wrists and ankles facing the bench so she was forced to watch.
He then told her it was his wish that she his duchess had this piercing as well and soon but it must be voluntarily so to think on! It was clear at sometime this day she had upset the duke!
He opened the box and there in all there finery was a set of clinical needles, a roll of thin silken ribbon and a large cork. There was a lot more but it was too deep to really see.
He then spoke to Rose, “Which first miss, tits or cunt” She answered with a quivering voice that her choice was “tits!”
“So shall it be then, your nipples first then your hood then your lips,” he said straight away adding to his wife “It`s the third part I want for you missy, but you can still watch this part, the second will follow at nine then the third at midnight and she will sleep all night trussed up with it. You have any questions? Or shall we do you as well?” this was greeted by wild eyes and shaking of madams head. During this he had stripped the cover from a 5” long thickish needle.
He now advanced to Rose`s right nipple which he took in his fingers and with no preamble or anaesthetic in a single long slow stroke forced the point into the meat just body side of the areola from the centre of the chest to the outside. His eyes never left her face as Rose shrieked and writhed as the point burst from the skin on the opposite side of the breast, he then left the needle and dropped the nipple, moving to the left side and performing a second equally sadistic but mirror image operation though this one from the outside towards the centre. Tears fell, her head rolled about and she screamed loudly.
Without as much as a single seconds hesitation he lifted a bodkin treaded the silk ribbon then pushed the bodkin against first the right needle, replacing it with the much thicker bodkin as it displaced the thinner steel, he then, to shrieks of pain, hauled the silk through the meat spraying it with antiseptic as the silk was dragged into and through the soft flesh, next came the left breast, she knew what to expect now and her screams hit a new high as the second needle was displaced , then the sprayed silk was drawn through both breasts . He cut away the bodkin then cut the silk long enough for the two tails to draw both breasts together and be tied tightly in a neat bow mid chest.
His face a wreath of smiles he told me that the two women should be left secured till the three procedures were over; he then turned to his wife and with two short needles inserted them through the erect nipples in two sudden movement`s causing her to scream loudly each time as the steel tore into the soft meat. He lowered her till she could sit then placed one of the chairs with pins in the seat under her saying “You can stand or sit it`s your choice “
Finally he approached May a long needle in hand, he smiled at her, his eyes asking if she wanted to feel the steel, however she quaked away and he shrugged then fingered her clit remarking how wet she was, just watching her mate being hurt. Then he abruptly left taking his box with him.
After he had gone I relieved May by my tongue and fingers as she so much needed to climax, Rose then still sobbing asked for the same service, which I gladly provided, she saying that she was to be deprived in an hour or so and for a day or two if she knew the duke.
After the climax the mistress asked me to remove the two needles which I refused, saying it was the masters wish they stayed, so she asked me to use her body to distract her from the pain. Which I did with her standing, a so called knee trembler!
It was soon nine pm and the Duke reappeared, this time he checked his wife`s nipples, grunted when he found the needles still in situe dipped his finger into her sex, noted the cum on his now wet finger raised an eyebrow at me saying nothing then went to Rose opening his box.
He bounced her breasts by a quick tug at the silk which caused her to groan loudly, he then said, “I have your attention then, now for stage two.”
This time he played for a moment with her clitorise, until it came erect; he toyed her to a small climax, and then took the left side of her hood in his fingers placed the cork against the thin skin and with the bodkin he stabbed a hole in the pink flesh. That was greeted with a squeak. He then placed a small decretive ring in the hood. He then did the same on the right hood and finally tied the two together with a short piece of silk 4” or 5” long on which he hung a small weight then spraying the whole area with antiseptic. He then tweaked the weight making it swing before marching out leaving the ladies open mouthed and Rose shrieking.
The next three hours were slow in passing, but pass they did, Rose being careful to not move and settling to the occasional moan. While the duchess kept moaning about the strain on her legs never having stood so long before in her whole life, May sitting watching resignedly in her chains. Personally I set the alarm lay on my bed and then dozed off returning to the fray just in time to hear the duke`s buzzer sound.
The duke reappeared, as usual spot on time. Ignoring the others he went direct to his wife released her and removed the needles. Then he kissed her, she was we supposed pardoned. Next he went to Rose, asking as to her comfort! She answered snappily that “she was not!” and he laughed as a long tail catheter was threaded into her ureather, “can`t let you piss all over can we.” He said
The procedure with needle, cork and bodkin now began again three holes down the left labia, four on the right, and each with a loud scream as the needle did its grisly work. Then the silk in loose loops , taking care that the weight was still outside, and in a way very like he was lacing a boot and with about the same tender care, his rough hand pushed through with the bodkin each time accompanied with its corresponding moan. Lastly he tightened the lot closed spraying the whole area with antiseptic again as he pulled each lip to its mate, the hood weight hanging through the lace its weight free to swing and tug on the now encased clit. His final act being to release the victim and stand her at her chains, each step an obvious agony as the weight swung and pulled at the now hidden hood.
The ducal pair now retreated for the night, saying they would be back at nine and for us all to have a good night.
May now needed the toilet urgently, so she was first to be dealt with and a bucket placed below Roses drainpipe sorted her, I took pity on the ladies setting them each on a chair again but with pillows from the working bed cautioning Rose not to bleed all over the place, my alarm set for 6.30am, and we slept through the remaining night being visited again by 7 by the butler with breakfast.
It was now Monday and there was just 24 more hours to endure or enjoy dependent on your point of view.
The master used May first that morning at 9 in the working bed, not in the usual way but anally, her on all fours, he was not gentle, and she felt every tiny move if her screams were anything to go on.
After he had finished he requested Rose in the same manner, the weight bouncing painfully as I lead her to the bed and swinging agonisingly again as he repeated the whole performance. Rose giving tongue but we could see in reality she was enjoying the pain and the fulfilling sex in one of the only available holes.
He instructed me as to how the ladies were to be secured for the final act at 12 then strode of out to do whatever dukes do at 10am!
I did as he commanded after toileting the ladies, laying May on the bench as Rose had been legs open and body secure, then I secured Rose to the lift but bade her sit on the spiked chair, the duke saying he wanted her arse tenderising. She as gently as she could sit down on her backside on the tiny spikes, she then resigned herself to about two hours of discomfort as only she could. I placed her urine bucket and was about to go and lay down when the door opened.
It was at this point the duchess appeared dressed as before, ordering me to my bed and making vanilla love in a most passionate way saying it was a thank you for my help in the last few days. This was the sort of thanks I appreciated.
After her fourth climax and my second that dratted buzzer went and she scrambled back into her dress, just managing before the duke arrived.
He thanked us all then turned to Rose and said “I am about to whip you till you become u*********s, one day you will come to me and ask me to use you in some way of your choosing till you drift off in the pain you so eagerly seek, but that time knowing you will never return to consciousness, I have looked forward to that day for years my dear.” He went on that he loved inflicting pain as we knew and though we did it for filthy lucre, he knew Rose enjoyed the pain as much as the money he said he was happy to oblige on both counts!
He then passed a short cord through the boot-laced sex of rose passed it up through the hoist chain then back to her bound breasts, he secured her ankles then raised the hoist before tightening the cord till her face said she was in agony, fastening it off at that point, checking her backside for puncture wounds and then apparently satisfied taking up his knotted cat of nine tails he announced; “My wife will cane May s breasts as Peter uses May she will use her light cane and match me stroke for stroke May will keep count, and she will continue till Rose passes out, striking Peter every tenth stroke so he understands what the ladies are enduring.
He then asked Rose if she was “ready for oblivion?” To which she replied “if that is where you wish to send me master then please do and enjoy it”
With gusto he set about her body beginning at her heels, each stroke leaving a number of red lines and blood spots where the knots landed all accompanied by a tiny echoing slap from the mistresses cane, and the sound of May`s painful counting as her breasts suffered. The tenth stroke came as he was at Roses knees, my arse suddenly became a small centre of pain and as I stood embedded in Mays body she called loudly “10 sir”
The punishment continued, my arse felt another, then another, stinging blow, each marking me and signifying ten more blows, Rose showed little sign of losing any consciousness, though I and I`m sure the now red titted May wished her to collapse and bloody soon
I had a dozen cuts of the short cane, May`s tits were a red mess and Rose had blood in tiny droplets dripping from most of her body, each stroke shaking her body and causing her what you or I would think of as shear agony in the sewn places. He had concentrated on her back, now he came to her front and began again from her breastbone to descend the length of her body with what he laughingly called her second coat, she ceased to moan as he passed her naval and her head to the relief of May and I, slumped forward it was over I had 18 stripes on my now red arse, I had thought of them not of climaxing into poor May who`s once wonderful tits where now a bloody red mass of wields.
The master released Rose from her cord and then her bonds lowering her to the floor and helping his wife cover her body with a white cotton gown. I released May dressing myself and helping her into her clothes, she wore no bra and fortunately a red blouse.
The butler and the driver appeared and carrying Rose they soon had us in the car, Rose by now barely with us, we were soon home and the driver and myself carried Rose indoors, laying her on her bed.
May sent for our doctor friend, and I made tea though I was loath to sit to drink it, the driver`s name he said was Andy, and he asked May if he could take her out sometime, which she happily agreed to. He then left having arranged to take May out the very next weekend.
The doctor arrived and began dressing Roses wounds cutting away the silk cords and releasing her clit. But at her faint request leaving her breasts, saying that was for me to enjoy.
He treated May after and then checked my arse but said it was fine but would bruise in time the skin not having been broken.
So we were home ...for now!
Well we had just got back to rights after the first momentous whipping of Rose (see story 103) and rose was sitting on her chair again in chains, when the Butler arrived, he suggested I should put May on the bed in the afternoon in the chain collar for him or the driver.
I did as suggested May whispering to me that “She was not looking forward to having the little man all over her” sadly she was right, he having her savagely and with no mercy, leaving bites, and scratches all over the good ladies body. He stayed perhaps an hour and Rose and I sat listening to her moans during the whole time as he tore at her and cursed her alternately.
After she showered, then returned somewhat shattered to her seat. At six before the buzzer sounded May suggested she should be the evenings victim, saying Rose can`t have all the fun and it looked to her like her mother needed the rest, though Rose denied being tired we felt she would need her strength, so May was the one I secured.
Again the duke appeared, dressed as before and without comment, he began at her shoulders, just as he had with Rose, however with May he ceased at the top of her legs and the whip strokes were noticeably lighter. She did climax but it was not the huge affair Rose had earlier managed.
Again he scuttled away but as he left he said “Rose at nine face up legs akimbo.” Rose just fleetingly smiled; she knew just what he meant to inflict.
At a quarter to nine Rose reminded me to move her, this time she instructed me to allow her legs to dangle over the edge of the bench then secure her ankles and knees to the bench legs leaving her sex open and vulnerable, she then lay back raised her arms and instructed me to secure her wrists, then she happily lay awaiting his lordships pleasure revelling in her vulnerability.
Firstly, to our surprise, came the duchess, she arrived dressed in a pink silk dress close fitting like her husband`s but with no executioners hood, she carried a riding crop, and she stood at Rose`s head telling me to strip and be ready for my mistress would need me soon.
The duke appeared in his back silks in his hand a bamboo cane. I was naked and stiff as I watched the scenario unfold. He announced that his wife would strike the first five strokes, and then she wished to be secured on the working bed cowgirl and after he had had his fill of Rose she would be caned while engaged with me.
The duchess flicked the crop down hard along the length of Roses left leg leaving a livid red imprint; she repeated the stroke on the right leg before Rose had chance to scream, she then kissed rose on the lips muffling her noisy reaction.
She waited till the howl stopped, hesitated then awaiting Rose`s nod, when it came she administered a quick shot to either breast. That fetched forth another scream and little head shaking.
Again till she settled came the kiss, more passionate this time then the moments absolute silence while we all waited knowing the target for the last stroke would be directly between Roses legs, the duchess leant forward, with deft fingers she opened her victims labia and exposed the woman`s clit eliciting a groan, then as the duchess stood up, she began to sob “if you’re going to do it, do it now please, just do it!”
She did not have long to wait, the crop sizzled down in a long arc, the strike was square to the body and direct down the slot of life, the scream was out of this world echoing round the chamber like a banshee.
Within seconds the duchess was mounted on me on the big soft working bed that May had suffered on that afternoon. Her husband secured her neck chain then he lifted her silk exposing her naked backside and allowing me to penetrate this lusty lady.
He administered the first batch of cane marks to her tender backside saying; “go on my beauty ride the lad hard” which triggered a massive climax. She bounced on my body shrieking “yes, Yes, Yes!” She writhed against me, using me totally as an object of pleasure, a human dildoe and not as anything human.
The duke went to Rose and simply mounted her still secured body, regardless of her clitoral pain or bruising; she again began to shriek, spurring the ducal pair to greater things.
The session lasted perhaps another half hour, alternately the duke thrashing his impaled wife, and returning to screw Rose. Finally he released Rose and had her crop the duchess’s arse for him, he egging her on to thrash her harder, it was the final act both he and Rose leaving together for his bed, leaving his wife still chained to the bed and impaled on me. May all this time a secure onlooker desperate for a sexual release, begging me to come and use her sexually soon?
I finally wriggled free from under her ladyship in the early hours, leaving her to sleep and I was obliged to use May by finger and tongue my poor tool having been drained.
The butler called us all with breakfast at 7am even the duke having overslept. He released her ladyship and things returned to what passed for normal till twelve when the master returned Rose to her chains and then enjoyed beating Mays back and arse well, saying “he was going to pierce Rose that evening at six and to have her secured as the previous day. He also said he was “going to use May the next day, as his butler had said she was a good lay!”
The driver appeared at the expected time, May lay ready in collar and chain and he proved a gentle and thoughtful lover, May loved every moment of sleeping with him. After tea, she told us he had been the best vanilla screw she had had for years.
Anyway after tea toileting and the like at a quarter to six I secured Rose, laid out just as I had the day before and though now bruised near as eager for a new experience as she had been yesterday and at six sharp they reappeared just as they had the day before but without cane or crop, him carrying a rather ominous small black box about a foot long and 6” in either direction which he placed on a chair before securing his wife in the hoist by her wrists and ankles facing the bench so she was forced to watch.
He then told her it was his wish that she his duchess had this piercing as well and soon but it must be voluntarily so to think on! It was clear at sometime this day she had upset the duke!
He opened the box and there in all there finery was a set of clinical needles, a roll of thin silken ribbon and a large cork. There was a lot more but it was too deep to really see.
He then spoke to Rose, “Which first miss, tits or cunt” She answered with a quivering voice that her choice was “tits!”
“So shall it be then, your nipples first then your hood then your lips,” he said straight away adding to his wife “It`s the third part I want for you missy, but you can still watch this part, the second will follow at nine then the third at midnight and she will sleep all night trussed up with it. You have any questions? Or shall we do you as well?” this was greeted by wild eyes and shaking of madams head. During this he had stripped the cover from a 5” long thickish needle.
He now advanced to Rose`s right nipple which he took in his fingers and with no preamble or anaesthetic in a single long slow stroke forced the point into the meat just body side of the areola from the centre of the chest to the outside. His eyes never left her face as Rose shrieked and writhed as the point burst from the skin on the opposite side of the breast, he then left the needle and dropped the nipple, moving to the left side and performing a second equally sadistic but mirror image operation though this one from the outside towards the centre. Tears fell, her head rolled about and she screamed loudly.
Without as much as a single seconds hesitation he lifted a bodkin treaded the silk ribbon then pushed the bodkin against first the right needle, replacing it with the much thicker bodkin as it displaced the thinner steel, he then, to shrieks of pain, hauled the silk through the meat spraying it with antiseptic as the silk was dragged into and through the soft flesh, next came the left breast, she knew what to expect now and her screams hit a new high as the second needle was displaced , then the sprayed silk was drawn through both breasts . He cut away the bodkin then cut the silk long enough for the two tails to draw both breasts together and be tied tightly in a neat bow mid chest.
His face a wreath of smiles he told me that the two women should be left secured till the three procedures were over; he then turned to his wife and with two short needles inserted them through the erect nipples in two sudden movement`s causing her to scream loudly each time as the steel tore into the soft meat. He lowered her till she could sit then placed one of the chairs with pins in the seat under her saying “You can stand or sit it`s your choice “
Finally he approached May a long needle in hand, he smiled at her, his eyes asking if she wanted to feel the steel, however she quaked away and he shrugged then fingered her clit remarking how wet she was, just watching her mate being hurt. Then he abruptly left taking his box with him.
After he had gone I relieved May by my tongue and fingers as she so much needed to climax, Rose then still sobbing asked for the same service, which I gladly provided, she saying that she was to be deprived in an hour or so and for a day or two if she knew the duke.
After the climax the mistress asked me to remove the two needles which I refused, saying it was the masters wish they stayed, so she asked me to use her body to distract her from the pain. Which I did with her standing, a so called knee trembler!
It was soon nine pm and the Duke reappeared, this time he checked his wife`s nipples, grunted when he found the needles still in situe dipped his finger into her sex, noted the cum on his now wet finger raised an eyebrow at me saying nothing then went to Rose opening his box.
He bounced her breasts by a quick tug at the silk which caused her to groan loudly, he then said, “I have your attention then, now for stage two.”
This time he played for a moment with her clitorise, until it came erect; he toyed her to a small climax, and then took the left side of her hood in his fingers placed the cork against the thin skin and with the bodkin he stabbed a hole in the pink flesh. That was greeted with a squeak. He then placed a small decretive ring in the hood. He then did the same on the right hood and finally tied the two together with a short piece of silk 4” or 5” long on which he hung a small weight then spraying the whole area with antiseptic. He then tweaked the weight making it swing before marching out leaving the ladies open mouthed and Rose shrieking.
The next three hours were slow in passing, but pass they did, Rose being careful to not move and settling to the occasional moan. While the duchess kept moaning about the strain on her legs never having stood so long before in her whole life, May sitting watching resignedly in her chains. Personally I set the alarm lay on my bed and then dozed off returning to the fray just in time to hear the duke`s buzzer sound.
The duke reappeared, as usual spot on time. Ignoring the others he went direct to his wife released her and removed the needles. Then he kissed her, she was we supposed pardoned. Next he went to Rose, asking as to her comfort! She answered snappily that “she was not!” and he laughed as a long tail catheter was threaded into her ureather, “can`t let you piss all over can we.” He said
The procedure with needle, cork and bodkin now began again three holes down the left labia, four on the right, and each with a loud scream as the needle did its grisly work. Then the silk in loose loops , taking care that the weight was still outside, and in a way very like he was lacing a boot and with about the same tender care, his rough hand pushed through with the bodkin each time accompanied with its corresponding moan. Lastly he tightened the lot closed spraying the whole area with antiseptic again as he pulled each lip to its mate, the hood weight hanging through the lace its weight free to swing and tug on the now encased clit. His final act being to release the victim and stand her at her chains, each step an obvious agony as the weight swung and pulled at the now hidden hood.
The ducal pair now retreated for the night, saying they would be back at nine and for us all to have a good night.
May now needed the toilet urgently, so she was first to be dealt with and a bucket placed below Roses drainpipe sorted her, I took pity on the ladies setting them each on a chair again but with pillows from the working bed cautioning Rose not to bleed all over the place, my alarm set for 6.30am, and we slept through the remaining night being visited again by 7 by the butler with breakfast.
It was now Monday and there was just 24 more hours to endure or enjoy dependent on your point of view.
The master used May first that morning at 9 in the working bed, not in the usual way but anally, her on all fours, he was not gentle, and she felt every tiny move if her screams were anything to go on.
After he had finished he requested Rose in the same manner, the weight bouncing painfully as I lead her to the bed and swinging agonisingly again as he repeated the whole performance. Rose giving tongue but we could see in reality she was enjoying the pain and the fulfilling sex in one of the only available holes.
He instructed me as to how the ladies were to be secured for the final act at 12 then strode of out to do whatever dukes do at 10am!
I did as he commanded after toileting the ladies, laying May on the bench as Rose had been legs open and body secure, then I secured Rose to the lift but bade her sit on the spiked chair, the duke saying he wanted her arse tenderising. She as gently as she could sit down on her backside on the tiny spikes, she then resigned herself to about two hours of discomfort as only she could. I placed her urine bucket and was about to go and lay down when the door opened.
It was at this point the duchess appeared dressed as before, ordering me to my bed and making vanilla love in a most passionate way saying it was a thank you for my help in the last few days. This was the sort of thanks I appreciated.
After her fourth climax and my second that dratted buzzer went and she scrambled back into her dress, just managing before the duke arrived.
He thanked us all then turned to Rose and said “I am about to whip you till you become u*********s, one day you will come to me and ask me to use you in some way of your choosing till you drift off in the pain you so eagerly seek, but that time knowing you will never return to consciousness, I have looked forward to that day for years my dear.” He went on that he loved inflicting pain as we knew and though we did it for filthy lucre, he knew Rose enjoyed the pain as much as the money he said he was happy to oblige on both counts!
He then passed a short cord through the boot-laced sex of rose passed it up through the hoist chain then back to her bound breasts, he secured her ankles then raised the hoist before tightening the cord till her face said she was in agony, fastening it off at that point, checking her backside for puncture wounds and then apparently satisfied taking up his knotted cat of nine tails he announced; “My wife will cane May s breasts as Peter uses May she will use her light cane and match me stroke for stroke May will keep count, and she will continue till Rose passes out, striking Peter every tenth stroke so he understands what the ladies are enduring.
He then asked Rose if she was “ready for oblivion?” To which she replied “if that is where you wish to send me master then please do and enjoy it”
With gusto he set about her body beginning at her heels, each stroke leaving a number of red lines and blood spots where the knots landed all accompanied by a tiny echoing slap from the mistresses cane, and the sound of May`s painful counting as her breasts suffered. The tenth stroke came as he was at Roses knees, my arse suddenly became a small centre of pain and as I stood embedded in Mays body she called loudly “10 sir”
The punishment continued, my arse felt another, then another, stinging blow, each marking me and signifying ten more blows, Rose showed little sign of losing any consciousness, though I and I`m sure the now red titted May wished her to collapse and bloody soon
I had a dozen cuts of the short cane, May`s tits were a red mess and Rose had blood in tiny droplets dripping from most of her body, each stroke shaking her body and causing her what you or I would think of as shear agony in the sewn places. He had concentrated on her back, now he came to her front and began again from her breastbone to descend the length of her body with what he laughingly called her second coat, she ceased to moan as he passed her naval and her head to the relief of May and I, slumped forward it was over I had 18 stripes on my now red arse, I had thought of them not of climaxing into poor May who`s once wonderful tits where now a bloody red mass of wields.
The master released Rose from her cord and then her bonds lowering her to the floor and helping his wife cover her body with a white cotton gown. I released May dressing myself and helping her into her clothes, she wore no bra and fortunately a red blouse.
The butler and the driver appeared and carrying Rose they soon had us in the car, Rose by now barely with us, we were soon home and the driver and myself carried Rose indoors, laying her on her bed.
May sent for our doctor friend, and I made tea though I was loath to sit to drink it, the driver`s name he said was Andy, and he asked May if he could take her out sometime, which she happily agreed to. He then left having arranged to take May out the very next weekend.
The doctor arrived and began dressing Roses wounds cutting away the silk cords and releasing her clit. But at her faint request leaving her breasts, saying that was for me to enjoy.
He treated May after and then checked my arse but said it was fine but would bruise in time the skin not having been broken.
So we were home ...for now!
Angelica
- 08.07.2021
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