Veronica was in the mood for some violent domination. Her maid, Misty's, bawdy body was just yearning to be subjugated.
"Misty!! Come here!! " Veronica shrieked.
The maid approached her. Veronica smirked as she gazed over the voluptuous curves of the maid's young body. She loved the girl's big, round boobs and her full, pointed tits. Best of all, she liked the way that Misty swung her moon-shaped ass from side to side as she walked.
The dominatrix was attired exclusively in black leather and shining silver. Her outfit was highly provocative. It was scanty, consisting of a girdle and bra. The bra had holes opened into it for the dominatrix's up-thrusting purple nipples to poke out. The girdle had both a hole over the anus and an opening around the pink cunt.
Misty gasped. She noticed the look in her mistress' eyes. It was brutally lustful. She smelled the black leather. That sent the chills cascading down her spine.
"Get down on all fours!! " Veronica commanded. "Obey me, you hot bitch!! "
Misty the maid swiftly complied. She crouched to the crimson carpet and raised herself on her four limbs. She thrust her ass-hole up submissively, knowing what her Lady liked.
'Good slave!! " Veronica wet her lips. The dominatrix then took the apple that she held in her hand and shoved it into her slave's mouth. Misty bit into the fruit.
CHAPTER ONE
"Fuck me, you wild cunt!! Fuck me!! " the dominatrix shrieked. "You fuck me until the cream spouts from my cunt!! "
The dominatrix cracked the whip on the woman's back. The younger woman howled in delicious pain. She loved being dominated by her Lady!! The dominatrix was dressed in black leather from head to toe. She wore sleek and sexy high-heeled leather boots that came right up to her knees. The leather of her outfit had a sheen to it, as though her slave had polished it for many hours on end, or maybe even licked it till it shined.
"Yes!! Veronica!! Yes!! " the twenty-five year-old maid shouted out to her mistress. The maid's name was Misty. She served a woman all of forty years of age, a woman of great, dark beauty.
Misty was on her hands and knees. She panted like a bitch in heat. She pressed the black and golden dildo into her Lady's cunt. In and out, in and out, of Veronica's pussy the sleek dildo slid. Misty tried her hardest to please her mistress. Veronica was a harsh and demanding woman.
The whip cracked again upon Misty's back. The girl howled out in her pleasure and her pain. Veronica screamed, "You lowly whore!! Establish your rhythm!! My precious hole is not to be treated as a drainpipe!! Push the dildo in deeper. Stroke it gently around and around my cunt lips!! OOOHHHHHH!! ! That's better, my precious young bitch!! "
The whip cracked again. There was no reason. Veronica just liked whipping her servant.
Misty concentrated upon her mistress' cunt. It was a breath-taking treasure, that pussy. The leather pants that clung so tightly to
Veronica's thighs and hips had a hole-ingeniously opened over the loins, to admit the most intimate caresses. It was Misty's duty to serve that hole in every way that her mistress desired. Nothing was too way-out. Nothing was too obscene. Misty only knew that she wanted to make Veronica's sugar-sweet cunt happy!!
'That's right, you bitch!! Fuck me with that rod!! Turn up the vibrations!! That's the way I-like it!! "
Veronica reached out her leather-gloved hand and gripped her maid's hair viciously. She rammed the younger woman's face right into her clit.
"Suck my clit!! Suck it, you bitch!! Suck my sweet clit!! " Veronica groaned. The pleasure was intense. Misty was doing well.
The whip cracked again. That was Misty's reward. That was how servants had to be treated!!
Misty eagerly lapped away at her mistress' clit. Her tongue darted out and encompassed the lovebud. She sniffed deeply. It was a wonderful fragrance that crept up her nostrils. She smelled Veronica's cunt-juices intermingled with the glorious scent of black leather!! Nothing was a bigger turn-on than that!! That was, nothing except the whip!!
CRACK!! ! The whip smacked hard on the servant's buns. Her ass-cheeks stung with wildfire. Misty could not hold it in. The tears streamed down her cheeks. She was proud of those tears. It meant total involvement, complete sacrifice, to her.
That was the way she felt.
That was what she strove for. She loved to pleasure her mistress with the totality of her mind and her body. There was nothing that Misty would have refused Veronica. She did not dare!! !
"OOOHHHH!! ! ! ! I like that!! Keep it up!! Keep up that tongue-action, you hot and horny bitch of mine!! Lick my clit until your tongue falls off!! ! "
The dominatrix howled with insane laughter. A deep groan of pleasure underlay that laughter. She was truly in ecstasy. Her pussy quivered. That dildo was doing its trick in high style.
The whip cracked again. "Faster with that dildo, bitch!! Faster!! Frig me faster!! I want that thing to go in and out of me with more force!! OOHH!! You stupid slut!! Can't you do anything right!! "
The dominatrix slapped her maid violently across the face. The whip cracked down again. This time the whip came down so hard that the maid shivered from head to toe. Her blood froze in her veins. Her mistress scared the life out of her with that stinging length of leather!!
"Fuck me!! Fuck me!! " Veronica shrieked, this time with greater passion than ever. "Fuck my cunt, you bitch!! Fuck my cunt!! "
Misty trembled with delight. She loved being dominated like this. Her mistress pleasured her with her cruel words and insults.
"You are slime!! Pure trash!! " Veronica roared. 'Take this, you hussy!! " The whip cracked again and again.
Misty slammed the penis in and out, in and out, of her mistress' pussy. The dildo hummed away magically. It sounded like crazy music.
Veronica lifted up one of her black-booted legs and drove the spike gently into her maid's naked back. That was the perfect tease for Misty. She licked her mistress out with even more enthusiasm. The new posture that Veronica had assumed permitted the dildo to penetrate more deeply and more easily into the Lady's cunt.
Misty moved her tongue around her Lady's cunt lips even as the vibrator shuttled back and forth. She loved the taste of her woman's pussyjuice. She loved the smell of it. Her tongue lapped the dripping wetness.
Misty put her tongue back into her mouth. She rolled it around and around. She wanted to savor every drop of the precious fluid.
Veronica laughed when she saw her maid enjoying her cunt-juices, drinking them down as though she were at an oasis in the desert.
"So you like my pussyjuices, do you, darling? That's because you are a foul slut!! You are only fit for sucking out pussies!! Your cunt is too foul to be sucked. It smells like rotting wood. You are such a sleazy creature. I do not know why I put up with you like this!!
"Perhaps it is because you make such a good slave. The most wretched girls make the best slaves. You were born to be a slave. You were born to lick out the cunts of finer ladies. You were born a whore!! ! "
The whip cracked again. , "Beg!! Pant!! ! " Veronica screamed with a furious passion. "Beg me to stop whipping you!! " The whip fell in a brutal series of lashes. The poor maid's body quivered once more from that barbarous beating.
"Please!! Stop it, Veronica!! Please stop beating me with your cruel whip" Misty whimpered.
"Why should I?" the dominatrix sneered as the dildo still shuttled in and out of her pulsating cunt.
"I am not worthy of your efforts. I don't deserve punishment from such a divine Lady as yourself. I am only fit for the worms and for the brothels. I am a whore, my Lady!! I AM A WHORE!! ! "
That outright confession of her lowness appealed to the dominatrix. She smiled cruelly with approval.
"Good! That is what I had to hear. Your feeble wits have saved your cute ass, darling!! " The Lady flung her whip away with a casual toss.
Misty the Maid breathed a sigh of relief. Then she began to pant. She screamed out, "Listen to me pant, my Lady!! Listen to me pant!! I am a hot bitch!! I am your hot bitch!! I'm your private whore!! Enjoy me, my Lady!! Please take pleasure from my body!! "
Veronica smirked. She reached down and ran her fingers wildly through Misty's hair. She liked her blondeness. Veronica was a flaming redhead. Her hair was as hotly colored as her diabolical passions.
Misty kept plunging the dildo in and out, in and out, of her mistress' cunt. The Lady's pussy quivered. Veronica sweated inside of her black leather suit. The scent of her sweat mixing with that fragrant leather was intoxicating to her.
Veronica reached up and stroked her own breast with her leather gloved fingers. She moaned with pleasure. Her tits were erect. She loved the feel of her own boobs. She was very proud of them. She trembled with ferocious delight. Misty had gone back to sucking her clit and her cunt lips.
Misty stared up at her mistress. She shivered with ecstasy. She loved Veronica's figure. She looked like the perfect noblewoman. The sight of her took her servile breath away. Her pussy quivered wildly.
"I love you, my Lady!! I worship you!! " Misty screamed. She could not control her frantic passions. "You are so beautiful, my Lady!! Your body is a gorgeous temple for me to worship!! My whole body and mind and heart love you, my precious Veronica!! "
Veronica smirked with self-contentment. She was pleased to hear even such a lowly creature as her maid proclaim her beauty. The world should know of it!!
"Let me help you, my hot bitch!! " Veronica purred. She slid her hands down her sleek leather outfit and clasped her maid by the hands. Her fingers encircled the throbbing dildo. She helped Misty to plunge it into her dripping cunt.
Veronica had a marvelous capacity for orgasms. She could cream for hours on end. She had been experiencing spasms of delight for the past hour. The sensations were extreme. They were fabulous.
Misty licked her mistress' hands. Veronica stroked her loyal servant's hair. That made the girl groan with delight.
Misty creamed. Her cunt erupted in the savage exultation of being stroked by her black-leathered mistress. She was drugged on the fetish of the black leather and the violence. Veronica made her feel so wanted, so necessary. Veronica was a lady of high-rank. She needed a trustworthy slave to fuck her with her tongue and to pleasure her in many nameless ways. Veronica needed a hot bitch to lash with the whip. Misty prided herself in being that hot bitch.
"Fuck me!! Fuck me!! Fuck me!! You randy whore!! " Veronica shrieked. She smelled the cunt-juices spilled out of her maid's pussy. That really turned her on in a heavy way. She loved to smell the sleazy cunt juices of the lower classes!!
"I shall!! I shall!! Oh, my mistress, I shall fuck you!! " Misty howled out in her terrific passion. "I shall ram this instrument of pleasure up your cunt as you command me!! I am yours to use and abuse!! I am so honored to fuck you!! My hands are yours!! "
"You are a hot bitch indeed!! " Veronica smirked. She ran her long, leathery fingers through her maid's hair, forcing Misty's face against her clit once more.
Misty's pussy quivered. She thought of the long white fingers under that black leather. She thought of the red-painted nails that she had done for her mistress. It had really taken her much time and effort. Just to know that such beauty was to be found under those tightly clasping leather gloves made her whole body palpitate with extreme pleasure.
Veronica commanded, "Withdraw the dildo!! I want your tongue and fingers inside of me. Fuck me with your hot hands, you horny bitch!! Fuck me!! ! ! ! ! "
"Yes, mistress!! Yes!! " Misty howled. She grasped the dildo firmly in her hands and carefully withdrew it from her mistress' cunt. Veronica moaned as her maid pulled it out. That dildo was heaven!!
Misty gently placed the dildo on the floor to the side of her. She could not afford the luxury of flinging it away. Veronica would never have tolerated that. She would have beaten her cruelly, too cruelly even for the pain-hungry Misty's pleasure.
Misty plunged her face into her mistress' loins. She pressed her lips to her Lady's cunt lips. Her tongue darted out of her mouth. She forced it down into the tightly clasping folds of pink flesh. Veronica had such a beautiful pussy. Her pink pussy so contrasted with the black leather that she wore!
Misty moved her lips around and around her Lady's cunt lips. The vagina palpitated with a passion. Misty darted her tongue higher. She sucked upon the clitoris. She flicked her tongue teasingly against the throbbing shaft, that delicious mound of love.
"OOOOHHHH!! ! ! You frigging slut!! " Veronica laughed. "I like that!! " She dug her black leather clad fingers into her maid's back. Misty groaned with extreme delight. She loved the feel of sleek black leather against her naked flesh. It didn't really matter to her if that leather was part of a whip or a Lady's glove or her mistress' outfit. She was deeply into leather.
"Your pussy tastes so good, my Lady!! Your cunt is so sweet and creamy!! And it smells like flowers!! " Misty took in a deep whiff. She was not exaggerating. Her mistress' pussy was a bottomless pit of glorious delight.
"Fuck me!! Suck my cunt!! You hot bitch!! " Veronica yelled. She slapped her maid sharply against her cheeks, back and forth, back and forth. "Keep your mind on what you are doing! When I want to hear your meaningless compliments I'll ask you for them!! " Veronica snarled. "But until then, just obey me. I told you to suck my pussy and to frig it with your fingers!! So suck me, you sleazy slut!! Suck me for all that you're worth!! Or I'll take the whip in hand again and beat your ass to a pulp!!
"I promise you, Misty, it will hurt like the bleeding dickens!! ! ! ! ! "
Misty sucked on Veronica's pussy with increasing passion. She blew upon her Lady's cunt with lips and a mouth that were so very, very exciting.
Her pussy quivered.
Veronica knew that her orgasm was not far away. Her clit was pulsating at a mile a minute. Her pussy quivered with overwhelming delight. Misty's tongue buried itself swiftly into her cunthole, then darted out again surprisingly fast.
"Oh, you bitch!! You bitch!! " Veronica murmured to herself. She tossed her head from side to side in her terrific ecstasy.
Misty thrilled to hear her mistress in such spasms of wild joy. She sucked Veronica's cunt with smiling lips. She made certain not to look up. She dared not guess how her mistress might react to her enjoyment.
Veronica had been having fantastic orgasms through the intense fucking session. But she knew that the big one was coming. Misty was proving herself to be the hottest whore on Vancouver bland. The naughty maid was-teasing Veronica's cunt into a ferocious storm!!
"Poke your tongue deeper into my cunt, darling slave!! " Veronica screamed. "Shove it there and keep it there!! You God-damned bitch!! Your tongue feels better than a flaming prick!! "
Misty obeyed. Her tongue lashed out, stabbing deeply into her mistress' red hot hole. She didn't retract her tongue, but kept it buried way-down in the steaming cunt. The sweaty fragrance of the pussyjuices was intoxicating. Misty breathed in deeply. She sighed even as her lips pressed down firmly against Veronica's cunt lips.
Misty then performed a wonderful feat. She moved her tongue around inside of the hot cunt as though her tongue were a man's prick. The maid's tongue was long and thick and firm. It shuttled wildly around in that randy cunt.
The vagina clasped the maid's curled tongue and squeezed it. That made Misty go crazy with lust. She reached up her fingers and opened the cunt lips wide. She blew into the wider hole with all her might!!
"You crazy slut!! " Veronica screeched. "Yes!! Yes!! Blow me!! Blow me with your dirty mouth!! Suck me out!! My juices are running wild!! Suck, bitch, suck!! Suck my pussy!! ! "
Misty gazed up into her mistress' eyes and smirked. She at last dared to let her feelings show. She knew perfectly well that Veronica was beside herself. Her Lady was consumed with frantic lusts. Veronica was just as much a slave to her own desires as Misty was her Lady's servant!!
Misty was surprised when Veronica shrieked, "I'm going to ride you, bitch!! Turn around and pant some more!! " That wiped the smirk right off of her face. She knew that when her Lady acted like that there was no telling what weird wildness might go down!
Misty did as her Lady commanded. She turned her ass-cheeks up towards Veronica and then started to pant like a bitch in heat.
She felt the smooth leather of Veronica's thighs slide over her back. That made her gasp with pleasure. The feel of that soft, sensuous leather made her quiver with ecstasy!!
Veronica shifted her weight on her slave. Veronica chuckled loudly as she rubbed her cunt lips against her slave's back. There was a secret threat in that chuckling, Misty knew. But she could not guess what the secret was.
"OOOUUUCCCHHH!! ! " Misty shrieked. She felt a tremendous shaft slamming down deeply into her ass-hole. It felt like a rocket roaring up between her buns.
'Take that, you slut!! " Veronica raged. "There's a cock up your ass for you, my honey-lipped bitch!! "
Veronica rammed the dildo right down to the hilt into her maid's, shithole. Misty trembled with the shock and pain. The dildo was big, large even for an ass as spacious as her own. It was excruciating. The dildo was as hard as rock. It gave no play. It raged forwards, straight as a lance, into her tightly clasping anus!!
Misty breathed fast and deeply. Veronica forced that dildo in and out, in and out, of her maid's ass with a cruel passion. Now, indeed, Misty panted like the bitch in heat. That pleased Veronica immensely.
"Forwards!! Move on, you hot slut!! " Veronica commanded. She pressed her legs tightly about her maid's naked, sweaty flesh. Misty shouted out in pain, "Oh, Veronica, you're killing me!! The pain!! The pain!! Please don't hurt me like this!! ! I can't stand it!! It's so terrible!! "
'Tell me that you like this cock up your ass!! " Veronica laughed. 'Tell me you like it!! " she then suddenly snarled.
"I love it!! I love your dildo up my ass!! Shove it up my ass some more!! Shove that big, hot dildo up my ass!! " Misty screamed. She knew from experience that that was the only way that she could save herself. Only by playing by Veronica's rules could she hope to save her sweet ass!!
Veronica screamed, "NO!! YOU'VE HAD ENOUGH!! NO MORE DILDO UP YOUR ASS, YOU SLEAZY ANIMAL!! " She then tugged the hard shaft from her maid's shithole and flung it across the room. It shattered against the far wall, where it rebounded off the marble fireplace.
Veronica's pussy was hottest of all now. This was the tremendous orgasm that she had been working towards.
Veronica slid off of her maid's back. She threw the young lady to the floor, so that she was sprawled upon her back. Misty did not struggle. She let her limbs flow as freely as running water. It was insanity to resist her Lady's passion!
Veronica pounced upon her maid's face. She shoved her leather-encircled pussy into Misty's lips. She howled out her fierce exultation!!
Misty didn't need any more orders. She knew what was demanded of her. She lashed out with her tongue and sucked with all her might upon her mistress' fiery pussy. The cunt was dripping wet. Her Lady's hot, thick fluids ran down her opened mouth and throat. She inhaled the perfumy fragrance.
Veronica's leather-clad ass came down heavily upon her bosom. Her boobs were crushed against the slick leather. Veronica bounced up and down, back and forth, literally fucking Misty's face with her torrid cunt.
The maid was in spasms of her own. She writhed beneath the violent balling. Her Lady slammed her pussylips viciously into her nose. Veronica's clit throbbed and tingled against her slave's cheeks. Misty gasped in her ferocious pleasure!!
Veronica shook back and forth. She spun her head in fierce revolutions. She sweated in torrents. Her boobs heaved and her tits hardened within the black leather that garbed her body. Her orgasm was here at last. Fiery spasms consumed her. Her pussy dripped its red-hot cunt-juices all over her maid's upturned face!!
"I'm coming, you hot slut!! I'm coming!! I'm coming!! My cunt's exploding!! Fucking shit!! My cunt is exploding!! " Veronica's pussy erupted in terrific spasms. She fell backwards, crashing to the floor. She tumbled back and forth, from side to side. She was in hysterics. The sexual climax had thrown her into a violent trance.
Misty backed away as her Lady's black-leather clad body rocked upon the floor. She murmured, "My God!! "
Veronica reached down and clasped her pussy. She shoved her fingers all the way down into the hot, wet hole and kept them there. She moaned with savage delight. Truly, she was a satisfied woman.
Misty cautiously approached her mistress. She knew what was expected of her. Veronica could not leave the pleasure-chamber with a dripping cunt. Someone had to clean out her wet pussy for her.
Misty loomed over her writhing mistress. She gently reached down and tugged upon Veronica's hands. They reluctantly gave up their grasp on her twitching cunt.
Misty pressed her lips to Veronica's pussy and licked away. She lapped up all the flowing female juices. She darted her tongue deeply into the steaming pussy and gulped the precious fluids down.
'That's it, girl!! " her mistress screamed, slowly regaining consciousness. "That's it!! Lick my pussy out!! Suck my juices dry!! And don't forget that it's an honor, you sleazy, hot whore!! "
"Yes! Yes!! I am your hot whore!! " Misty cried out in her own wonderful passion. She had had her share of delights from the lovemaking. Her own pussy had creamed from the torrid blowings and sucking and humping and whipping!!
"I love you!! " Misty whimpered. "I love you and your black leather!! Your whip is so grand!! You are my Lady, and I am your slave!! " Misty felt utterly dominated.
Veronica rose to her feet. She looked down upon her maid, who knelt upon her hands and knees below her. Veronica gave the girl a cruel smirk. She muttered, "Good. That is how it should be." She kicked Misty gently with her sharp high-heel. The girl fell back with a sigh of extreme pleasure.
Veronica picked up her whip, sealed her leather slacks, and strode from the domination room without a further word.
CHAPTER TWO
Craigdarroch castle brooded somberly in the early evening mists. The century-old stone edifice overlooked serene Victoria. It loomed grandly upon the green hillside in the center of town.
Veronica lounged upon her plush couch. She sipped upon her warm red wine. The flavor was robust. She raised the crystal goblet to her nose and sniffed in the lovely, rare aroma.
She slid her hand down her satin skirt and up her white thighs. She pressed her long, sensuous fingers to her cunt lips. Her pussy quivered. She let out a low moan.
The fire crackled in the great fireplace not more than a few feet away. The logs sputtered as the flames consumed them. The burning warmth felt good as the draft brushed the heated air against her half-exposed pussy.
Misty bustled around in the other rooms of the vast castle. Veronica heard her shuffling about. She could have pulled the long silken cord that hung at her side if she'd wanted her maid's oral service. But she was not in the mood for a woman right now.
The bi-sexual Veronica now thought of a man. She was thirsty to have a man's hot prick slammed into her pussy, perhaps even her ass-hole. She wanted hot prick slammed into her pussy.
Of course, she would have the man's cock her own way. She would dominate the man. She would terrify him. Ultimately, she would rape him.
Veronica rubbed her palpitating clit. She moved her fingertip around and around. It felt so good! She sighed. She pressed down harder, but gently. Her lovebud was truly excited. Her pussy trembled even faster, more passionately than before.
Bells rang. Someone was at the front door. Veronica cursed. She was not expecting anyone. She didn't care to entertain any visitors. She prayed that her maid would send whoever it was away.
All that Veronica wanted to do right now was play with her hot pussy.
She half-leaped out of her chair when Misty entered the room.
"Damn it girl!! " the Lady hissed. "Don't you believe in knocking?" She was caught with her skirt up. She didn't bother to hide her private parts. Her maid had seen them often enough!
Veronica was even more shocked when a handsome gentleman entered the chamber just a moment after Misty. He gazed at her. He saw her exposed cunt!!
Veronica swiftly brought her sexy satin skirt down over her palpitating pussy. She snarled at Misty, "Don't we announce guests any more, my dear? Who is this man?"
Misty flushed red in the face. She stuttered, "He's a private investigator. I I asked him to wait at the door, but here he is!! "
Veronica casually, confidently rose from the couch. She stared the intruder in the eye. She asked him point-blank, "What is your name, and why are you here?"
The fellow was her own age, forty years old.
He dressed in a suit and tie. He chose his wardrobe conservatively. He looked as sharp as a whip. His eyes were green and his features angular. He was tall and powerfully built. He might have been a lumberjack in the past, with a muscular body like that. The sinews practically rippled under his suit jacket. There was a dark, alluring quality to him. He was hypnotic in a way. He was mysterious.
"My name is Dick Lyons," the private investigator answered. "I can tell you why I am here right now, or shall we speak alone?"
Veronica looked towards Misty. She held her hand up. "Misty, please leave us."
Misty bowed curtly and exited the parlor. She closed the door behind her.
The investigator smiled. "You were employed by Green-Gold Advertising, Ms. Turner, were you not?"
"Yes, I was," Veronica answered. Her voice took on a cutting edge. "What is that to you?"
The investigator, Mr. Dick Lyons, replied, 'They have hired me to look into your case."
"My case? What the devil are you talking about?" Veronica questioned. "What is wrong, Mr. Lyons?"
Dick Lyons licked his lips. "Maybe nothing. Maybe plenty. That's what I'm here to find out."
Veronica pointed to a chair. "Have a seat, would you, Mr. Lyons?"
The private dick nodded his thanks and sat down.
Veronica resumed her position on the couch.
Dick Lyons spoke. "You were employed at Green-Gold until twelve months ago, when you quit. Am I right, Ms. Turner?"
Veronica nodded her head. 'That's right."
"You took residence in this castle at that time. I am right, am I not?"
Veronica agreed by shaking her head. "Yes. Well, what of it?"
Dick Lyons breathed in deeply, as if to warn the lady that what he was about to say next was a heavy thing. "Ms. Lyons, your previous firm suspects you of having pilfered funds. You were responsible for a very sizable account. The figures seem to tally all right, at least on the surface. The money was dished out in a full-scale West Coast campaign, I believe.
'The problem is that you left Green-Gold with too much class. You seem to be living high off the land. Even Robert Dunsmuir, the mining investor who built this wild Castle, and even the Canadian Bureau of Tourism, could not run it at a profit, or within affordable budgets. Yet here you are, set-up like a Queen. Can you explain that to me, Ms. Turner? Do you have an independent income? This show of wealth on your part absolutely astounds me!! "
Veronica did not answer him. She asked a question. "Have the books been audited yet, Mr. Lyons?"
He smiled at that. "Why, are you worried?"
She grimaced at him, then snarled, "Just answer me! If the books read true, then there's no point in my sitting through your interrogation!"
Dick Lyons rose to his feet. He stared down at the woman. Veronica did not quiver. She just stared right back at him "You don't flinch, do you baby?"
Veronica lifted her eyebrows. The polite private-eye was slipping into the more familiar lingo of his trade. Maybe he realized that Veronica was not just a fine lady, but challenged him with her spunk!
"You are pressing me, Mr. Dick!" Veronica hissed. "I don't have to sit through this. You don't have a badge. I only have to deal with the authorities."
Veronica rose and stared him in the face. She gave him the Evil Eye.
"Sit down, honey, and keep your cool!" Dick Lyons laughed. "If you don't deal with me, I promise that you will be seeing those authorities. I'd say that you're in the shit up to your nose!! ! "
Veronica sat down and sighed.
"Good. Now we're at least getting started!" Dick Lyons affirmed.
The private dick sat down, only not in the chair that Veronica had assigned to him. He joined the lady of the house on the couch.
They stared into each other's faces for a full minute before Lyons spoke up again, "It's really serious. The books are being audited right now. If you've done your homework right, lady, they'll ring loud and true. But there are more ways than one to skin a cat, if you get my meaning.
"Half of all the murderers convicted were careful enough to dispose of the bodies. You don't need a corpse to hang a man.
"Even if the paperwork works out all right, they'll get you another way, Ms. Turner. Or may I call you Veronica?"
Veronica murmured, "Call me what you like." She did nothing to give herself away. But inside she quailed. She wondered if this tough dick knew. She was guilty as hell. Ten million dollars had gone into her purse over the past decade that she'd been employed in corporate management. Wise investments had multiplied that sum many times over. She alone owned a twentieth of South Africa's gold-mining output.
Lyons broke into her mental fumings. "I've got you pinned, Veronica. I spoke with the executives at the laboratories where your prints were struck. I've spent days at the production houses where those car slots were shot. It's common-practice keeping double books. You must have kept triple. Five, six, maybe even ten millions are missing from that account of yours, sweetheart. That bread went right into your purse. IVe got written testimonies and financial records to back me up.
"Sure, your figures read all right. The problem is that your book-keeping is as overtly fraudulent as lead nickels!! ! "
Veronica bit down on her lip until the pain shot through the tensed muscles of her face. She wondered if this was a set-up to trap her. She didn't think so. She believed that she was already captured.
"Why have you come here to tell me this, Mr. Lyons?" she asked him with a low voice. "You could have had the police come down and cart me away. That would have been much easier."
Lyons smirked at that. It seemed that he was having a private joke. She wondered at whose expense. The private dick addressed her, "OK. I'll cut the shit. I'm not here to hang you, sweetheart. I'm here for something else . ... " His voice fell at that.
Dick Lyons resumed speaking. He stared at
Veronica's satin blouse as he spoke. "In my research I could not help but encounter vague allusions to your sexual predilections, Veronica. Many people know about how you-like to dominate men and women."
Veronica hit the ceiling. She leaped out of her seat and cracked the dick across the face with the back of her hand. Her knuckle drew blood from the dick's nose. The red line trickled down his upper lip.
Dick Lyons smiled, "I knew it. You really are!"
The investigator fell to his knees. He stared up into her eyes. He groaned with a dusky passion, "Veronica, my Lady, I am a whip in life, but a slave in bed!! Let me worship you! I want to be your slave!! Whip me!! Dominate me!! Take your pleasure from my body!! "
Veronica was the one who smirked now. She felt more like her old self. She was back in control. She took the bull by the horns.
Tire dominatrix grasped the kneeling man's hair and yanked his head back violently. Lyons moaned at that. He grinned up into her face.
Veronica slapped him back and forth, back and forth. Her hand cracked viciously over his cheeks. "You foul bastard!! How dare you use me!! "
Dick Lyons groaned up to her, "No! No! Just take your pleasure! I'll keep the truth to myself if you'll make me your slave for this one night.
I swear that I shall tell Green-Gold Advertising that you are absolutely innocent. I'll tell them that you really haven't absconded with any funds!! ! "
That was precisely what Veronica wanted to hear. She smiled from ear to ear. She lifted high her skirt. She pushed the private dick's face into her dripping pussy.
"Suck me, you animal!! Suck me!! You dirty son of a bitch!! I shall teach you what pain means tonight. I shall degrade you like the whoreson that you are!! ! "
Dick Lyons lapped away at the Lady's pussy. His tongue traveled the route of her cunt lips. The wet quim felt like liquid velvet.
He sucked upon the hot hole. The juices tasted wonderfully sweet as they trickled down his mouth. He sniffed the Lady's aroma. That made his cock leap high inside of his tight pants.
Veronica emitted a groan. She then suddenly pushed the man away with a violent shove. Dick went sprawling on his back.
Veronica stepped back. She looked down on her fallen, would-be lover and smirked cruelly. She snarled, "Get to your feet, boy!! Drop your pants and get it up, bastard!! "
She liked the way that she sounded. She really wanted a cock to fuck her and serve her, and here was her prick!! Dick Lyons had been sent from heaven!!
Dick got to his feet as his Lady commanded. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. He kicked off his shoes and lowered his pants. It was a display of acrobatics, the way that he balanced himself first on one foot and then upon the other.
Veronica noticed the sexy black silken underwear that the man wore. She liked the way that his big, fat cock bulged outwards, tracing a lascivious line under the smooth silk.
Lyons dropped his briefs. They slid right down his legs and to the floot. His cock bounced high, up and down, up and down. The cockhead was the biggest that Veronica had ever seen. It looked like a scarlet light-bulb. She wet her lips. That was just the kind of cock that her cunt loved.
"So the slave has a big prick!! " Veronica laughed. "Well, I'll put that cock to good use, you bastard! You'll learn what it means to satisfy a lady, you dirty hot stud!! "
"Please!! Please!! " Dick Lyons screamed out. "Let me ball you!! Let me make you happy!! " He yanked upon the red-hot shaft. His other hand milked his balls. The cock grew some more. It was a mean prick, if there ever was one!!
Veronica peeled off her sexy silken clothes. She stopped when she got to her skirt. She snarled, "Slaves do not deserve to see such beauty!! "
The dominatrix took her blouse and wrapped it around, until it formed a thick rope. She placed it around the private dick's eyes.
Dick Lyons had already seen what he was going to serve. Veronica's boobs were the nicest that he'd ever seen. She had full purple tits, that up-thrusted with the curves of her breasts to twin sharp points.
Veronica stepped back and smirked. She liked the way that her lover had been blinded. That gave her the edge. It was simpler to dominate a man who couldn't see. Dick Lyons was truly at her mercy.
Veronica strode towards the red-hot man and clasped her sweaty hand about the length of his cock. She gripped it like a vice.
"MMMMmmmmm!! ! " she said. "You have quite an erection. You're built like a stallion, you dirty son of a bitch stud!!
"Remember this. If you fail to please me, I'll take a knife to your wretched cock and cut it right off!! Do you hear me, bastard?"
Veronica yanked Lyons by the balls. She squeezed hard. He yelped like a frightened dog. "Yes!! Yes!! I hear you!! I hear you!! "
Veronica smiled. That was what she'd wanted to hear.
She reached out and put her fingers upon his face. She dug her fingernails in. She traced ten fine, exquisitely painful lines down his cheeks and neck with the sharp scarlet tips of those nails. She did not draw blood, but it felt like she had.
Veronica chuckled sadistically, "That's just to let you know who's in charge here, you God-damned stud!! You foul hunk of sweaty shit!! You don't deserve to be near a Lady!! "
Veronica reached down again and tugged violently upon the big man's cock. She gripped it so suddenly and so fast that Dick cried out in shock. Sweat poured down his face.
"Please don't hurt me!! " the randy man cried. "Please don't hack my prick off!! I swear that I'll pleasure you with it!! I swear, my Lady, I swear!! "
Veronica took the cock and pressed the cockhead against her cunt lips. She traced the member around her quim. She smirked. Even with this fellow's willingness to obey, to be completely dominated, his cock had a stubborn vigor of its own. She would have to tame it. She had to hold the member tightly in her hand just to keep it from bouncing away against her belly. Steering that prick was another matter entirely. The cock struggled to go its own way and do its own thing. It was the roughest, toughest muscle that she'd ever seen. It was a prick worth dominating.
Veronica raised the cockhead upwards. Her clit was larger than most clits. It actually formed a protuberance above her vagina. She forced the man's comehole over arid onto her hot joystick.
"Wow!! " Dick Lyons screamed. "What a vibration!! "
"Silence, slave!! ! " Veronica whacked him across the face with her hard knuckles. She was outright annoyed. He had disturbed her pleasure.
The dominatrix resumed her clitoral play. She moved the cockhead around and around over her red-hot clit. Sparks went flying in her head. It felt so good!! ! "
She inhaled deeply. She loved this man's strong masculine odor. He wore no cologne. Only his pure, strong sweat wafted to her nostrils. That sweat smelled like the green forest. It hinted of the roaring sea. It was salty, and had a sting to it!
Dick Lyon's prick was curiously textured. Though it was hard as a rock, it's outermost surface felt like crushed French velvet. The veins protruded in high relief from the shaft. They were red and purple. She could actually see his life's blood flowing right through that blood-gorged member. The cock was solid. It was as mighty as his sinewy arms. She thought of a giant gun. That was how that private dick's cock looked. It resembled a powerful weapon.
That excited Veronica even more. Her cunt trembled. She realized that by dominating such a cock she was asserting her own power more strongly than ever. To dominate a weapon as mighty as Dick Lyons' prick spoke well of her sexual prowess. She clasped the cock vigorously in her wild joy.
Veronica's eyes sparkled. She could not resist this man any longer. She had to get that big hot prick inside of her and tame the living hell out of it.
Lyons gasped with shock as the dominatrix brutally grasped his penis and slammed it into her tight pussy. The cock was inundated by the flowing juices within that torrid lovehole.
"I love your pussy, my Lady!! I love your cunt!! "
Veronica leaned over and viciously sank her teeth into the side of Lyons' neck. He screamed out in painful pleasure. She did not let go. Her teeth remained imbedded in his flesh as she humped and pumped her hot pussy against his steaming cock.
She felt wonderful. This was wild and wooly enough even for a Lady of her massive desires. She dominated Lyons with her cunt and with her teeth. She treated him like the bastard dog that he was.
She drew her face away at last from his neck and gazed upon her teeth marks. The dominatrix howled, "You hot bastard!! Slam your fucking prick into me until your fucking balls break or I'll cut that hot cock right off!! You hear me, you son of a bitch!! ! "
Veronica grasped the big man's little left nipple. She twisted it with her horny fingers. The man could not help himself. He screamed out in his pain. Back and forth and around and around Veronica manipulated his tit. She knew that what she did was diabolical. Her pussy fumed and quaked with pleasure!!
Lyon's prick, against his own will it seemed, became excited by the pain that the dominatrix was inflicting upon his poor nipple. It throbbed wildly up and down in the Lady's tightly clasping cunt. The man's whole pelvis thrusting violently in and out, in and out of the Lady's lust-crazed cunt.
Veronica shrieked out, "That's right, you dirty whoreson!! That's right!! Bang your prick into me deeply!! I want to feel your balls break!! I want those dirty comesacks to burst against my quivering quim!! Slam your prick home, you frigging bastard!! !
"Just remember that you're my private dick!! Remember that, or I'll chop it off with the axe!! OOOOOHHHHH!! ! ! You fuck nice for a sucking scum-bag worm!! Fuck my cunt!! Fuck my cunt, you son of a bitch!! Fuck it, worm!! Fuck my pussy!! ! Fuck me!! Fuck me!! Fuck me!! "
"Yes!! Yes!! Yes! Yes!! I am your private dick!! ! " the man howled. "Let me fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!! "
Veronica screamed in her intense pleasure. She reached down and grabbed the red-hot shaft. She flung the man onto the couch. Still coupled, both lovers fell to the soft cushions. The dominatrix fell on top of the man whom she was ravishing. She flung her whole weight onto his penis. Her cunt lips slid right down to the big man's balls.
"AARRGGHH!! ! " Dick Lyons screamed. Veronica sank her teeth into his ear viciously. The agony stung him like fire.
Veronica whispered mischievously into his ear, "I think that I'll cut your prick off anyway, bastard!! You're just not good enough for a lady like me!! "
The hot Lady then started to moan and groan as her cunt got the better of her. She rammed and slammed herself onto that big man's giant cock. She was overwhelmed with lust. Passion engulfed her in searing waves. The huge cockhead was getting the better of her. It was stretching her cunt to Kingdom Come!!
Faster and faster, harder and harder, hotter and hotter that fiery pussy slammed itself down upon his palpitating penis. "OOOHHHH!! ! You bastard!! You dirty hunk of come!! You dirty wretched scumbag!! ! Fuck me!! Fuck me!! Fuck me!! "
Dick Lyons felt himself going crazy with lust. His penis was being slam-banged as no woman had ever banged it before. The cock bounced and leaped as that cunt turned it from side to side and around and around. In and out, in and out the hot prick shuttled That cunt was burning his cock into ruin!!
"I am your slave!! I am your bastard!! I am you cunt-fucking toy!! Let me be your worm forever, Veronica!! I want to worship your cunt forever!! " Dick Lyons then gasped. He could speak no more. The passion, the sheer randiness consumed him. His balls felt like they were going to burst. The Lady's cunt clasped his penis till his tears ran down his cheeks, from under his silken blindfold. That hot prick felt like it was going to explode!!
Dick Lyons could hold back no longer. His flaming prick leaped up into the ferociously dripping cunt. The member stiffened. The hot come flooded its length. The pressure inside the Lady's pussy increased as the burning semen increased the penis' width.
"AAAAHHHHH!! ! I'm coming!! My Lady!!
I'm coming!! ! " Dick screamed.
Veronica burst into orgasm as well. But she did not fail to withdraw herself. At the very instant that Dick Lyon's immense prick erupted its load of steaming come the passion-writhing Lady cupped her hands.
The penis rocked with a ferocious spasm. The hot come burst out of the bulbous cockhead. It roared out in a fabulous geyser. The come just kept on flowing. It spurted and spouted in squirt after sizzling squirt.
"God!! Oh, God!! ! " Veronica gasped. She couldn't believe it. Her opened palms were flooded with the white cream. This man must have been as virile as a bull. Veronica smirked when the penis had at last stopped squirming. She raised the cupped hands to her nose and smelled deeply. She adored the aroma of this man's spunk. But she could not let him know that. That was against the rules of the game.
The dominatrix raised her hands over the big man's body. She waited. And waited. Then her moment came. Dick Lyons opened his mouth and sighed with his pleasure.
Veronica poured the handful of jism down his mouth. The load of come trickled between his lips and flowed down into his throat.
Lyons gasped. Veronica broke into a sadistic chuckle. She smeared her palms across his lips, pinching those come-stained lips till Dick kicked out involuntarily in his disgust and his pain.
Veronica leaned over and nibbled on his ear again. He groaned in fear and in pleasure. She whispered into his ear, "You foul bastard!! You're like all the rest!! You like women to cocksuck you, but you can't stand the taste of your own God-damned come!! "
Dick Lyons was on the verge of retching. Veronica helped him. She grasped his balls once more. He was too busy screaming too vomit.
'Tell me that you love me, you son of a bitch!! Tell me that you like it!! " Veronica teased.
She could do anything that she wanted. She loved the way that she'd succeeded in violating his will. She was grandly pleased with herself.
Veronica was surprised when Dick Lyons moaned out, "I do!! I do!! I am your pisser of a come-stained slave!! ! I love you, my Lady!! I love you!! I love you!! ! "
Veronica slid off of the man's naked, sweaty body. She purred into his ear as she slid onto the floor, onto her knees. 'Turn onto your belly, bastard dog!! Get on your stomach before I bite your balls off!! "
Dick Lyons quickly obeyed. He flipped himself over onto his belly.
Veronica reached under the couch cursing.
Finally she found what she was looking for. It glowed like a jewel in her hand. It was one of her high-fashion high-heeled leather shoes.
She spit upon the long heel and rubbed her spittle along the shaft. When she was satisfied that it was definitely ready, she held the heel over the private dick's buttocks.
The dominatrix drove the heel down with a terrible fury. The long shaft slammed right down the private investigator's ass-hole.
"OOWWWW!! ! ! ! " Dick Lyons screamed. His whole body rocked with violent spasms. The woman had gotten him where it really hurt, right up his tight ass!
Veronica roared with demonic laughter. She banged in and out, in and out, with her leather shoe. The heel was made for asshumping!!
"You fucked me up my hole, slave!! Now I'm fucking you up yours!! Beg for mercy, bastard!! Beg for me to spare your sweet ass-hole!! "
Dick Lyons once again astounded Veronica. "NO!! ! " he screamed in his hot passion. "I love it!! I love it!! It feels better than a fist!! " He then groaned wildly. "Bang me with your leather heels!! ! "
Veronica hardly believed what she heard. This guy had been around. Misty had never responded that way!! !
The dominatrix gave a wry smile. Why not?
She asked herself. He'd pleasured her enough already. She would lose no dignity and might even gain further notice by fucking a man up the ass this way. Leather was the tool of her trade, and the leather on those heels was hard leather!! No whip was ever made as hard and tough as those long heels. They really were made for ass-fucking.
Veronica fucked her slave's ass in and out, in and out with that hunk of leather in her hand. She fucked his shithole until the couch was soaked with the man's hot sweat. She saw his prick rise and throb. Her own pussy became torridly wet. The desire was irresistible!! !
"Yes! Yes! Yes!! Fuck me up the ass with your leather shoe, my lady!! Fuck your miserable slave!! Fuck me and give me pain!! Hurt my ass!! Hurt me, Veronica!! Hurt me!! I am your foul come-stained wretch!! Hurt me with your pointed shoe!! ! "
Veronica's nipples hardened while a torrent of pussyjuice streamed down her thighs. This was more fun than she'd had in ages!! She loved humping this man's sweet, muscular ass-hole with her shoe.
His powerful sphincter muscles clasped the leather heel vigorously, drawing it down deeper into his anus. She had to fight with all her might to draw jthe shoe back out of his ass-hole again so that she could plunge the leather heel back inside once more to do its dirty work.
Veronica increased the violence of her pumping. She snarled, the fingers of her free hand tearing into the man's back, "You fucking scum!! You dirty bastard!! You're staining my precious shoe with your shit!! You fucking beast!! You lowly brute!! "
The dominatrix gritted her teeth sadistically. Now this was fucking the way that she liked it. She played her role in high style.
Dick Lyons prick exploded. He roared out a long-drawn out groan. His whole body shuddered. The shoe's heel slid down all the way. Veronica held it there, held it down there until the man screamed.
"I'll teach you to blackmail me, you brazen slave!! I'll teach you!! " Sweat poured down her flesh. Her skin was red as fire.
She slammed her face down into his ass-cheeks and bit him viciously. He howled out in his terrific agony. He squirmed so hard that he fell off the couch, crashing loudly to the floor. His penis as last fell limp, the last drop of jism spurting onto his belly. In his tumble the shoe fell free and his blindfold broke loose.
Veronica smiled down at him mockingly. She snickered, "Aren't you a wretched sight!! You should see yourself, you God-damned son of a bitch!! You're nothing but an asshumped shithole!! "
"Yes, my Lady!! ' Dick Lyons howled. "That is what I am!! I am a fucking shithole!! I am your dirty plaything!! I am your obscene amusement!! ! "
Veronica felt good inside. She liked to make her slaves happy. This one was in ecstasy. He definitely showed promise. This private dick's prick surely knew how to pleasure a Lady!! !
CHAPTER THREE
Veronica was very happy. This was no ordinary day. Today she was expecting a visit from Alfred Rebel!
Just as she was no ordinary woman, but a real Lady, Alfred was no ordinary man. He was a Prick Supreme!
Alfred had seduced her when she was a mere sixteen. He had been twenty-six at the time, a full ten years her senior. He was a real rascal, that Alfred!! He lived to fuck cunt!!
She always felt herself in Alfred's company. He had encouraged her twenty years ago when she considered becoming a dominatrix. He supported everything that she did. They shared a streak of wickedness in common with each other!
Of course, when she became a dominatrix, a problem arose. She no longer could fuck Alfred the way that they used to. She could not indulge in. those sweet sodomies any more. It just was not her style.
Alfred had taken that all right. He understood what it was like to be a dominatrix, to be a woman in leather on a pedestal.
Yet the very thought of those delicious sodomies even now thrilled Veronica's cunt. She no longer sucked pricks or took them up her ass, though. She wanted to pleasure her lover from way-back anyway. So she had other women do the sucking and the humping for her, while she watched! That was the best part of all. The voyeuristic element made her pussy quiver like few things could.
It was just like being a director on the stage. She told the crew where to put the equipment and they obeyed. She told the man where to put his prick and balls. She ordered the woman concerning what to do with her boobs and tits and cunt and tongue and ass!!
Alfred would be there soon. He invariably made it a point to arrive early. She made certain that everything was in order. She wanted this to be Alfred's favorite visit of them all. She determined to see that his prick received all the torrid satisfaction that it could handle!! !
"Misty!! Misty!! Where are you, my pretty slut? Where are you?" The Lady stamped her feet in impatience. She stood in the very center of the grand ballroom.
Veronica had remodeled that room into something really special. A thousand dildoes lined the walls. Swings hung down from the high ceiling. Pornography plastered the furnishings. Every conceivable sex-aid littered the room in abundance. That was what you could do with money!!
Misty rushed into the room. The buxom young maid was panting.
"Where the devil have you been, my darling pussy?" Veronica snapped. "Don't you know that we're expecting our VIP guest?"
Misty hung her head low. She murmured, "I am very sorry, my Lady. I just wanted to look presentable."
Veronica stared long and intensely at her maid slave. The girl had outdone herself. She wore a white maid's outfit especially designed for her. The outfit had a hundred holes to admit every conceivable caress in every conceivable hole!! ! The get-up was trimmed with sexy black lace. Misty had put plenty of rouge on her cheeks. She looked like a little doll. Any man would have given his soul to fuck a babe like her!!
"You're OK, my little whore!! " Veronica chuckled. She really admired the way that the brunette's long hair cascaded alluringly over her throbbing bosom. She liked the way that the girl's tits protruded out obscenely from the slits that had been sewn-in to accommodate them.
Misty panted, "Will Alfred be here soon?" She had only asked the question to give her an excuse to stare up and behold her mistress. The sight of her Lady nearly made her swoon. She had never seen Veronica look so cruel or so luscious. The dominatrix had truly outdone herself. She just oozed with lewd wickedness. She was an incredible sight.
Veronica was clad entirely in red leather. It was the most fiendish garb that even she had dared ever to wear. It was calculated to please her old flame's most bizarre desires. She looked like a demon come up out of the fires of Hell to torture men and to abuse women!
Iron circlets cupped her Lady's bosom. The metal slipped over the crimson leather and was fastened in place by polished steel chains. Those circlets were spiked. Any man daring to approach that Lady too close would literally lose his heart over her!!
Misty licked her lips. She was proud of her Lady. Very proud.
Veronica held a long whip in her right hand. The whip was barbed with leather shafts. It looked like a cruel instrument.
The boots of the dominatrix were high-heeled. Those were the kind of heels that could really walk all over a woman, or a man for that matter.
The bell rang before Veronica could reply to her slave maid's question with an appropriate insult. She wet her lips at the sound of that bell. It had to be Alfred!! Her pussy quivered. She yearned to see that fabulous man!!
"Answer the door, slut!! " the dominatrix roared at her maid. She cracked her whip. The long leather whip lashed out towards Misty, just licking her left nipple with its outermost barb.
The maid yelped, "Yes, my Lady!! " She quickly bowed and turned her back. The whip flashed out again. The leather stung her ass-cheeks. That girl was out of that room in a sudden flash. Veronica knew how to get service!! !
The dominatrix reached down and stroked her pussy. There was a hole in this outfit, as in all her others, for pussy-stroking. That hole was guarded by a barbed metallic trap. Any man daring to insert his penis there was a fool!
Veronica moved her forefinger around her clit. That felt really good!! She moaned in her terrific pleasure. Hers was a clit that never failed her. It always triggered her pussy into dripping and quivering. She groaned.
She fantasized about making love with Alfred. Then she thought about the first time that he had taken her, the way that he had plunged his penis into her mouth and rammed his flaming cock down her quivering throat until his hot balls had slammed into her lips.
She remembered the five years that they had fucked and humped and sucked together. Her ass-hole still thrilled to those violent, delicious memories. Alfred had banged her for hours and hours up her shithole.
But that was years before. That was before she had become a Queen of Domination!
Then one day a man had fucked her right up the ass, and she was a changed woman. She treated humanity like the foul slaves they were from that day on.
Alfred Rebel entered the pleasure chamber like a strutting Napoleon! He was perhaps the most conceited man that ever lived. Maybe that was why he and Veronica got along so well.
Misty followed behind him.
Alfred opened his arms wide and gave a curt bow to the fiery dominatrix.
Veronica smiled. "We are pleased to welcome you, my dear Alfred."
Alfred grinned. "I see that you have the nicest maid slave of them all!"
Veronica chuckled. "She is yours to fuck, Alfred. Just remember that she only follows my orders. You must ask for your fulfillment through me. You must tell me your every lewd wish and I shall make Misty perform for you!"
Alfred liked what he heard. He'd gone through this bizarre ceremony a hundred times before. But it never tired him. He loved the ultimate results.
"Make her strip me, love. Make your slave strip me nude."
"You heard that, Misty?" Veronica snapped. She cracked her whip. Her maid slave trembled. It was not pretense. Every time that whip cracked the girl quaked violently. She never knew when it would touch her flesh.
Misty unfastened Alfred's tie. The man startled the maid by reaching behind her and shoving his finger up her ass. He poked the digit right down to the knuckle up the girl's tight anus.
"Later that may be my cock, honey!! "
Alfred laughed.
Misty winced. The sweat poured down her face's cheeks. She did not dare to groan out. She knew that there was a whip back there ready and waiting to strike out at her at every wrong move. That whip would lash against her quivering flesh if in any small way she failed to pleasure the guest of the house. The tiniest insult would give her red skin and terrific pain. She quailed just to think of it!
Misty just clamped her jaw together and continued to undo the man's tie. She gracefully reached out and draped the tie over a nearby loveseat. She acted as though nothing were wrong, taking no notice of the man's finger wriggling up her ass.
Alfred frowned into the voluptuous Misty's face. He snapped, "Don't you like me, girl?"
Misty looked startled. "Yes, I do!! " she blurted out. "I do!! " She had a difficult time keeping a straight face. That twitching finger up her dry ass hurt like the dickens!!
"Then why aren't you showing your pleasure? I'm making the acquaintance of your shithole and all you can do is frown!"
The whip cracked. It smacked violently into Misty's right ass-cheek.
Veronica howled, "Show more emotion, girl!! Start howling!! Come on, baby!! Show our guest some more sweet affection!! I didn't hire you to stand around like a religious statue."
Misty forced her lips open and groaned out, "I love you, Alfred!! I love you!! Your finger is great!! Hump my ass with your sweet finger!! "
Alfred pressed his lips to Misty's and kissed her violently. He forced his tongue into her mouth and flicked and darted its length against her tongue.
Misty frowned. That man's tongue felt almost like a prick in her mouth. It banged its tip viciously against her own tongue.
Alfred drew his face away. He slid his lips along Misty's neck and nibbled on her ear. He whispered, 'That's better, honey. You just wait and see!! I'm going to ball you like you've always dreamed. Has Veronica told you about my cock? Well, I will. It's the most beautiful cock that a woman ever fucked with her face and cunt. You'll see the stars, baby, when I slam my prick up your pussy!! "
Alfred withdrew his finger and squeezed the maid's stinging ass-cheeks. Misty moaned, "Yes!! I want you to fuck me, Alfred!! I want you to ball me!! Fuck me in front of my Lady!! Fuck me with your hot penis!! "
Alfred liked her attitude. He pushed her away and attacked his clothes himself. He was hot to trot and didn't want to waste a second.
He desired to plunge his throbbing cock into that sweet pussy as quick as he could. There was a banging in his head. Lust overwhelmed him. He yearned for cunt!!
Misty groaned with astonishment when Alfred dropped his pants. His cock was a full ten inches of fiercely pounding meat. It throbbed in harmony with the man's heavily heaving hairy chest!!
"You like what you see, don't you girl!! Tell me!! "
Misty howled, "I love it!! I love it!! OHHHHH!! ! ! ! I want your hot tip!! ! "
Alfred directed his attention towards the dominatrix who looked on like a smiling empress. He made his polite request, "My Lady Veronica, I wish to slam my hot penis right into the face of your slave. May I have that honor?"
"Why, of course, Alfred. The honor is all mine!"
Veronica snarled at Misty. She cracked her whip. The barbed end passed just inches away from the shocked girl's face. "You heard what Alfred said, you hot whore. Go down on my man!! Suck him with your sweet lips!! Alfred wants to be sucked and blown by your foul hole!! "
Misty was happy. She loved the attention that was being lavished upon her. She loved her Lady treating her so awfully in the presence of this stranger. Her pussy quivered when she thought of how lewd it would be to take that throbbing, evil member into her mouth and to suck and blow upon it with her luscious lips!!
Alfred sat down in the loveseat. Misty got down upon her knees. The cock throbbed violently, crazily, in front of her face. She reached out and grasped the red-hot shaft. It felt harder than any cock she'd held before. The prick had. the feeling of leather about it. Had she not seen what she was holding, she would have sworn that she was clasping the hilt of her mistress' whip.
Misty blew upon the cockhead. That made the prick throb even harder. It bounced up and down, up and down in the air. The maid slave pressed her forefinger upon the hot tip of the cock. She moved her finger about teasingly, pressing it down upon the comehole.
Alfred gasped. He couldn't help himself. He had wanted to treat this girl like an incompetent slut throughout the lovemaking, but he couldn't pretend. He threw his determination away into the wind. He couldn't help but show his admiration for a woman who could play with his cock like this.
"OOOOHHHH!! ! ! Your fingers feel so good, Misty!! They feel so grand on my comespout!!
I'm in ecstasy!! I'm in fucking ecstasy!! Keep it up, gal!! Keep it up!! You're treating my prick like I want you to!! "
Misty smirked. She liked the compliments as much as she liked the abuse. She was an easy girl to please.
She stroked the man's balls. She rolled them around and around in her sweaty palms. She loved their roundness. She loved treating them so intimately. It made her feel like the lewd slut that she knew she was.
The whip cracked against her ass once more. Veronica howled, "Suck his cock, you God-damned vermin!! Suck that man's hot cock!! That's what you're down there for, God damn you!! ! "
Misty plunged her mouth over the bulging cockhead. She sucked the prick five full inches into her mouth. She started to blow and suck upon it. She plunged her face up and down, up and down, on that throbbing member.
She had not been wrong in her first impression. Even in her mouth, the cock felt just like hard leather. She breathed in deeply. That prick even smelled like leather. It had the taste of leather!! She loved it!! She loved that leather-tasting prick!!
"I love your prick, Alfred!! I love sucking upon your glowing prick!! It tastes so fucking yummy!! " the girl howled as she popped the penis out of her mouth and stroked it back and forth against her pink cheeks. The rouge rubbed off against the hot penis. It stained the hot shaft a bright red.
That turned the maid slave on even more. She threw her face once more over the hot cock and started to blow on it again. Only this time she didn't fool around. She deep-throated the penis. She took it into her mouth and carried it down her throat until the balls pressed violently against her soft, wet lips.
Alfred could not just sit there and take such punishment. He reached down and pressed tightly down on the girl's head. He pressed her face so hard down on his cock and balls that it was a wonder that the lady didn't choke on them. His pelvis lunged upwards. He slammed his balls and prick in and out, in and out, of the girl's face. It was the kind of wild cock-sucking action that most men just dream about.
"Oh, you frigging slut!! " he at last burst out with. He could not avoid degrading the face that fucked his prick any longer! "You fucking whore!! Suck on it, you dirty bitch!! Suck on my hot prick!! Suck me!! Suck me!! Suck me, you hot, bitchy tramp!! ! "
Misty attacked that prick with increased gusto. She lapped at the red-hot shaft with her lust-crazed tongue. She moved her tongue around the base of the bulging cockhead. She blew right down into the comehole when the cock was out far enough from her sizzling face.
Veronica laughed out, "Blow, Misty, blow!! Suck my boyfriend's cock or I'll whip you to a bleeding pulp!! "
Misty twisted and turned her face in weird and wild revolutions. It was truly a wonder that that big prick just didn't snap right off at the base. That was how fucking wild her face went down on that meatpole.
Alfred rammed his hot ramrod in and out, in and out, of her luscious lips at an increasingly violent rate. He closed his eyes, the pleasure was so ferocious. This was no ordinary cocksucking!! This was a trip to heaven!!
"OOHHHHH!! ! You fucking bitch!! Suck my cock!! That's right, whore!! Blow me!! Blow my God-damned penis!! Suck, me!! suck me!! ! ! OOHHHHHHH!! ! ! "
Misty rolled and squeezed his balls some more. She pinched the comesacks teasingly with her fingertips, not enough to hurt, but just enough to get that man's throbbing prick throbbing just that little bit faster into her fucking face.
She could hardly see by now. The tears poured out of her eyes in torrents, running down her red-hot, blood-flushed face. Her pussy went crazy down below. The juices ran from her loins in a never-ending torrent of lust. It was such a joy to suck a cock like this man's!! This was real prick blowing!!
The slave maid's heart pounded. Her whole body trembled. She prayed that she would not faint. The sex was too torrid for her almost to bear!!
Alfred reached down and grabbed and squeezed her boobs. He viciously pinched her nipples. Misty could feel no pain, only a numb pleasure there. She groaned. The man got turned on even more by what he was doing. He crushed her breasts in his horny hands. He twisted them back and forth and all around. He pinched them and he clawed at them. This was part of the fun!! This was what made a good blowjob really great.
Misty concentrated with all her mind and heart on that throbbing prick. She wanted with all her sweet life to make it come violently.
She yearned to have that sex bomb explode right in her face. She wanted the come to blind her eyes and sear her nostrils. She wanted to be consumed alive by that man's fiery come. She yearned to taste its flow down her mouth. She already thought that she could taste the first few drops of that wild comeflow.
"I'm going to come in a little while, you
God-forsaken slut!! " Alfred roared. "I can feel the come rising up my prick!! I want to blow your fucking face away!! "
Misty pressed her lips tightly about the head of the cock. She crushed that prickhead between those crazy lips. That brought the tears flowing down the man's cheeks.
Veronica was pleased. She dropped her whip in her excitement. She shoved both of her hands into her pussy. She teased her clit. She played with her cunt lips.
"Suck his cock!! Suck his cock, you dirty bitch!! Suck him!! Suck him!! He's going to come!! He's going to spout!! I'm coming!! I'm coming!! "
Misty already was dripping. She quivered in her fantastic orgasm. She sucked now with a force so intense that Alfred almost screamed in shock. It was so pleasurable that it was nearly excruciating.
"I'm coming!! I'm coming!! " Alfred roared. "My hot cock is spouting!! Fuck it!! Fuck it!! Damn you!! God-damn you!! I'm coming, bitch!! "
His cock tensed in her mouth. The come flowed down its hot length. The balls slapped against Misty's face. She grasped the shaft with her hot hands. She blew and sucked on that cockhead for those final seconds.
Then the eruption came. The cock exploded.
Misty whipped the spurting penis out of her lips and took the blast right in her face. The come splattered her features in a torrid flow.
Misty grasped his balls and wiggled and clasped them. That made the penis spurt all the harder. The prick twitched and writhed crazily. The hot come roared into her eyes. It flew up her nose. She breathed in deeply and screamed. She howled out her terrific ecstasy.
Veronica was still climaxing. The juice flowed down her fingers and dribbled down her sexy thighs. She was crazed with lust. Her bosom quivered under the tight suit of red leather. The metal breast cups weighed heavily upon her bosom. She was in diabolical rapture!!
Alfred pushed the come-stained girl away. He could not take any more of her lust-inspired face and hands. She wanted all of him. She yearned to drink his prick dry in her feverish randiness. Never had he seen a slut so horny and so eager to please.
Veronica felt the urge to bring the situation under control. She leaped down and clasped up her whip. She beat her lusty, bawdy maid cruelly over her back. It stung like fire against her scantily clad flesh.
Veronica shrieked, "That's enough, you whore!! That's enough!! Can't you see what you've done to the man? He's almost fainted from your blowjob!! Yes!! You really are a foul hot bitch!! "
Misty quivered with delight. Not in a long while had she received so many compliments from a single blowjob. Her whole lusty body trembled with her satiation. She writhed with the thrill of it all.
The come still ran down her face. It trickled down above her upper lip. She lapped that jism up with her tongue. She wiped her cheeks off with her palms and licked them dry. The scent of the spunk that had been snorted up her nose made her pussy still quiver in its wild excitement!!
Veronica loved to see her beloved Alfred so pleasured. He was satisfied by the whorish cocksucking. He leaned back in the velvet cusions of the loveseat and moaned and groaned. He stroked his limp penis and fondled his thighs sensuously. He rolled his balls in his palms. The sweat filled his hands. His whole body was red. That slave maid had taken more than his jism. His whole body had given up its juices to her urging lips and hands.
Misty knew what she had done to that man and she was happy for it. He had made her feel mad passions. She tried to regain a normal breathing. It was difficult after all that highly concentrated cocksucking.
Her lips hurt badly. That man's cock and balls had ravished her mouth. Her throat ached from the intense workout it had received.
That was a ten inch rammer!
She was still gasping from the pounding she had taken.
Her face was crimson and streaked with sweat. All of her make-up had long since gone. This redness was lust ... pure lust.
She was a spent woman.
Not so for Alfred!
Alfred raised himself on his elbows. He smirked, "I'm still as tired as all get out but I want more amusement.
"I haven't fucked a gal in a long while and my cock is still throbbing. Look."
Misty and Veronica both stared at the man's blood-gorged tool. Neither woman could believe her eyes. That mad man had practically fucked away the face of the slave maid and here he was again ready for action.
The prick was covered with come and spit down its entire length. It bobbed lewdly as the women watched.
Alfred stared at Veronica. He called out, "My Lady, May I fuck your maid? May I plunge my randy cock into her unworthy slit?"
Veronica smirked, "That you may, my good man, That you may!" She then cracked the whip against Misty's bottom.
"Fuck my man, you hot bitch. Fuck him with your randy cunt!! Fuck him until you drop!! You heard me, you dirty, sleazy slut!! FUCK HIM!! ! ! "
Misty was more than glad to oblige. She danced sprightly to the loveseat. Alfred spread his legs wide. Misty charged forwards. She sprang upon his prick in a daring leap. She knew that it was crazy, but that didn't stop her. The lust charged her blood. She lived for this fucking. She wanted Alfred's huge hot, leathery cock shoved up her hot wet cunt more than anything else in this world!!
She knew that if she hurt her lover, or that if she missed, Veronica would savage her with that whip and her cruel fingers. But she was willing to try anyway. She wanted to slam herself down hard on that hot cock. She wanted to thrust her pussylips violently against his balls. She knew that that would excite him greatly. She knew that that would make him ball her all the harder and all the hotter.
She hit her mark. Her hot, wet cunt slid right down over the throbbing erection! She let out a ferocious moan of pleasure. Alfred groaned deeply, almost deafeningly. Even Veronica was shocked. What had started out as a torrid fuck-scene now was burning like the Inferno. Misty clasped herself tightly to the man's sweaty body. She dug her fingernails into his flesh. She pressed her cheeks against his. She shoved her bosom against his chest, crushing her pointed, hard tits into his mass of hot, wet hair. Then she moaned again. Her fingers worked hard and fast against his crimson skin!! ! !
Misty slammed her hot cunt up and down on the man's throbbing prick. She gasped deeply and hotly in rhythm to the shuttling cock and cunt.
The immense prick plunged in and out, in and out of her crazy, wet pussy.
OOOHHH!! ! You hot bitch!! You fucking whore!! Slam my prick with that God-damned pussy of yours!! ' Alfred shrieked out his joy. "Fuck me!! Fuck me!! Fuck me!! "
Veronica smiled mischievously. She loved what she was seeing. It excited her tremendously. As the lovers fucked on the loveseat, she pressed the leather hilt of her whip into her own quivering, dripping pussy. It made her shake with delight. She snarled, Fuck that man, slave!! Fuck him or I'll beat you again!! Fuck him or I'll knock your fucking ass right off!! ' Her eyes shone with the fires of Hell.
Misty wriggled around, up and down, on that giant meatpole. She grasped the lover's hair with joy and chuckled softly as he dipped his face into her voluptuous breasts and sucked wildly upon her tits. They grew harder and firmer in his lips.
Alfred groaned, "I love your breasts, Misty!! I love your fucking breasts!! Your boobs are so frigging beautiful!! "
The hot and horny man reached out and squeezed them viciously. He couldn't stop himself. He wanted to caress them and show this young whore his real, sincere appreciation for the sucking and fucking that she was treating him with, but he lost control. His savage lust got the better of him. All that he could do was twist and turn those boobs roughly in his sweating, tightly clasping palms. His hands worked on her boobs to the beat of their wild fucking.
"Your prick is so nice, honey!! " Misty moaned into the red and randy man s ear. "O, please, honey, fuck me with your big fat prick!! Ball out my pussy!! I'm so wet and crazy over you, darling!! ! "
Misty was not pretending. She was caught up in one ceaseless orgasm. She could not honestly tell where it began and where it ended. Her clit flicked wildly against the sweaty belly of the man. She pressed it down firmly against that mass of flesh. She groaned. Once again, the tears ran down her face. There was a hoarseness in her voice. She'd moaned and groaned and sucked and blown so much already that her body was starting to fall apart.
But that didn t bother her, because the passionate pleasures were too great.
The huge cockhead lunged deeply into her palpitating cunt. She swooned from the intensity of the vibrations. Alfred didn't stop fucking her. He just clasped her tightly in his feverish embrace and slammed and slapped away with his prick and balls. His whole body trembled with the feverish lust. He felt like one large penis throbbing and banging away into that super hot cunt!!
"Oh you hot bitch!! " he whispered into the unhearing ear of the girl. 'I'm coming again!! My prick's coming!! I'm coming!! "
He erupted his hot load into the voluptuous body of the slave maid. She awoke just at the instant that his prick stiffened and the jism ejaculated. Her eyes opened wide. Her lips pressed firmly and passionately against the lips of her spouting, spurting lover.
She backed off the huge length of the squirming penis. She received just what she d intended. A geyser of come inundated her clitoris. She screamed. Her own cunt erupted in one final orgasm.
Veronica screamed too. The cunt-fucking hilt of her whip and the sight of the balling couple had done their trick. She dripped and , dripped her sex juices all over. Her face flushed a brilliant crimson. Her breast heaved tightly, even painfully, against the inside of her leather top. The sweat pouring down from her flaming red hair stung her eyes and blinded them.
"Oh, you bastards and bitches out there!! " she screamed in her delicious delirium. She smacked and cracked her whip around the whole room. Alfred and Misty ducked for cover to save their sweet asses!! !
Veronica finally flung the whip into the wall, knocking down a dozen big dildoes. She then flung herself into a heavily cushioned divan and sighed heavily. She smirked and then began to laugh.
She laughed and laughed and laughed. When she was entirely spent, she just closed her eyes and let herself slide into a peaceful darkness.
Alfred gazed into Misty s eyes. He kissed her upon the lips. He whispered to her with a sexy, dusky, passion-charged voice, "I love the way that you fuck, darling!! ! " Then he slapped her vigorously upon the ass.
Misty gasped and then smiled. Her bright eyes shone. That was the way that she liked her lovers to show their affection. She cherished the ultra-violence!! ! ! ! ! !
CHAPTER FOUR
"Get down on your knees, you foul pig!! " Veronica said. "And howl like a fucking dog."
"Because that's just what you are!! ! "
The man was stripped naked. He obeyed his mistress. He fell to his knees and started to whine and bark. He was a big man, a huge fisherman from the rugged West Coast of the Island. His muscles flexed as he bucked back and forth howling out with a demonic passion.
Veronica smirked. This was how she liked her lovers to behave. She treated them like the bastards that they were.
Veronica was attired in a scanty outfit of purple-dyed leather. Her bra had holes for her pointed tits to protrude through. Her panties had a hole in the front to expose her cunt and a hole in the rear to expose the charms of her sweet ass. The dominatrix wore a silver circlet around her head. The metal was ornamented with flaming red rubies that were the color of pigeons' blood. She gripped a long, cruel whip in her tightly clenched right hand.
Veronica flung down her whip. She walked over to the stone wall of Craigdarroch Castle s dungeon. Upon it hung a hard and flat India rubber paddle. The dominatrix smirked. That paddle could really tan the flesh red!!
She took the paddle down and stroked it with her long, cruel fingers. She wore no leather gloves this time. Her long nails were painted red.
Veronica chuckled. "My pretty dog, this time you are going to know what it means to suffer!! "
The male slave looked up. His eyes brightened. He seemed very pleased.
Veronica questioned him, "Would you like to be whacked with the paddle, my dirty dog?
Tell your mistress!! Would you like it?"
The Male slave quivered. He barked out, "Yes!! Yes, my Lady!! Hit me with the paddle if that would be your pleasure!! Hit me with the paddle!! "
Veronica was pleased with his response. Peter Saxon had responded just as he had been expected to . ...
Veronica approached him. She raised her rubber paddle up high. She whacked it down upon the big man s ass. He yelped like a hound in pain. Veronica smiled again. That was good!!
"Now raise your bottom up!! " the dominatrix demanded. I want your ass to stick right up in the air!! Why should your Lady bow down to you? You dirty slave!! Do some work!! "
Veronica had known Peter Saxon for a full year. Peter was now thirty-five years old, a full five years younger than Veronica. When he had first come to her, he was just a novice. He was not much good back then. He hadn't known how to submit himself to his Lady.
Misty had introduced him to Veronica at her request. The slave maid had told Veronica of her fabulously built friend. Upon hearing the tales of Veronica's domination of Misty, Peter Saxon had expressed a desire to learn the pleasures and the pains of heavy domination.
To Veronica it was all the same. She loved to dominate the women and she loved to dominate the men. A slave was a slave, whether it had a prick or whether it had a cunt.
Peter Saxon had at first been slow to take orders. He had had far too much pride and even arrogance. But over the long weeks and months Veronica had trained him well. She had taught him to beg and she had taught him to bark. Peter Saxon had lost more and more of his self-assertiveness. As the weeks flowed on he had grown to be more and more an extension of Veronica. Now he was totally her pet, to torture and abuse as she merrily pleased.
Veronica stared down. She contemplated the man's cute ass. .She licked her sweet, blood-red lips. Then she slammed the hard rubber paddle down again, this time much more forcefully than before.
Her slave screeched out. He trembled under the awful impact of his Lady's blow. He dropped his arms and fell upon his chest and face. The tears started streaming out of his bleared eyes.
Veronica yelled at him, "Get back up, you dirty dog!! Rise up, my hot little piggie!! "
The slave showed reluctance. He clutched the ground wittxhis palms and squirmed away, but he did not rise.
This was cause for harsh punishment, Veronica thought. She couldn't let her slaves run all over her like this. They had to obey. Following her orders was the prime rule of the game.
The dominatrix lifted up her foot. She wore knee-length black leather boots that were studded brilliantly with silver. She pressed the long, spiked heel of her right boot slowly into the ass-hole of the prostrate slave.
"OOOOWWWWWWWWW!! ! " the slave screamed. He writhed in his awful pain. He kicked out his legs viciously. The sweat poured out of his every pore. His fists clenched and beat against the hard stone flags of the castle dungeon.
Veronica drove the sharp heel into his anus even deeper. She laughed. She then snarled wildly, Beg for your life, you filthy whoreson!! Beg for your worthless life, you son of a bitch!! If you don't please me, I swear that I'll kill you with my fucking heel!! "
The male slave responded. He cried out in a cracking voice, "Stop! Stop!! Please stop, my Lady!! You're hurting me!! The pain is terrible!! "
Veronica just snickered, "I can't hear you!! Speak up, boy!! " She drove her spiked leather heel even deeper into the man's shithole. That was what these boots were made for. They were made for humping disobedient slaves' asses!! !
The male slave shrieked out. He didnt stop shrieking. His agony was too intense. He couldn't even control his vocal cords!! He screamed and screamed and screamed.
Veronica just chuckled. She slowly withdrew her heel. She moved it around and around in a spiral as she took it out. She knew that that would cause the bastard pig the most pain.
"I like the way that you scream! You have pleased your lady! Maybe I shall spare your life." Veronica gazed down upon the slave. Peter Saxon rolled over onto his back. He panted ferociously.
Veronica raised her heel. She pressed the side of it against his cock. She moved the heel up and down. The man's member began to harden and throb involuntarily. That made Veronica smirk. "You filthy slaves!! You are nothing but spawning brutes!! It doesn't take much to get you aroused!! "
Peter gazed down upon his hard-on. He trembled with fear. He dreaded what the evil dominatrix might do to his hard penis.
Veronica pressed the sharp heel of her boot gently into the man's balls. He gasped with fright, but he didn't dare shout out. He knew that if he voiced himself without permission his Lady would take offense, and he would suffer even more.
Veronica scoffed, 'I could put a hole through your dirty balls right now if I wished, my slave! A pig like you doesn't even deserve to have a set of balls. You only deserve to be a eunuch!! "
Peter Saxon quaked. His whole body flushed a bright pink. He looked just like one of the deep-sea fish that he caught for his livelihood.
"Beg me not to bust your balls, mister!! " the dominatrix screamed. "Beg me at the top of your lungs or I'll rip those testicles right off!! "
Peter shrieked, "Your filthy whoreson of a slave begs you not to castrate him!! ! " He gasped for breath and continued, "Do anything to me, my Lady, but don't ruin my balls!! It will take away my pleasure in serving you!! " Peter groaned at what he said. He had spoken out of turn. That meant that he would be punished. His pleasure was nothing to Veronica. He should not have dared to speak of it, especially in relation to his serving her.
The dominatrix brought the paddle down. She smashed it violently into the throbbing cockhead. The big, hot prick bent over beneath the blast. The crimson pricktip turned purple.
Peter shrieked. He reached down and clasped his hurt penis. That beaten cock stung just like fire. The prick swiftly began to deflate. Soon it was limp in his hand. That dick pulsated with ferocious agony.
Veronica lowered herself into a crouching position. She flung out her hands and pushed Peter's hands away from his dick. She then grasped the dick and yanked on it violently. The slave writhed in excruciating pain.
The dominatrix laughed. "Ladies of my caliber usually do not do this for a man's prick, but I can't trust your incompetence, you foul pig!! I need you hard for my purposes!! "
Peter was dazed from the pain and shock and terror, but he dimly understood what the dominatrix was talking about. He quailed with cold fright. He wondered . ...
The prick grew hard and hot again in the Lady's hand. Veronica moaned out her intense disgust. "How fucking revolting!! How fucking loathsome!! "
But she was satisfied. The penis was throbbing again, faster and harder than it had been before. But now it hurt like hell!! The man groaned with agony.
Veronica went back to the wall, where her instruments of torture hung. She smirked as she quickly grasped one of them off its metal hook. She swiftly returned to her slave. Once again she crouched before him. She bent down right over his loins.
"Try this one on for size, you foul dog!! If it fits maybe I'll let you lick my leather boots!! " Veronica slipped a plastic cockcage over the throbbing prick. It was a tight fit, but there was no real difficulty in slipping it on.
The plastic tube was connected to a handpump. Veronica rapidly tightened the sheath that engulfed the cock and started to pump viciously on the squeeze-bulb.
Her slave screamed. He felt his cock being crushed by the plastic tube. The pressure increased upon every pump. Tighter and tighter that sheath felt about his cock. The pain was indescribable. Had the dominatrix driven iron nails into his balls, the pain would have been no worse.
Veronica's eyes sparkled insanely. This was just the sort of pain-giving that she excelled at. She could tease that boy's prick until it burst into bloody ruin if she chose. Her device was capable of doing that to a prick. It could crush it to a crimson pulp.
"Beg, slave, beg!! " the Lady screamed. 'I'll spare you if you show that you are worthy. I know that you are a foul bastard, but perhaps you can be kept alive for a while longer to serve me.
"Prove yourself a decent slave and beg." The slave obeyed. Or he tried to at least. He lifted his head inches above the stone floor and opened his mouth wide. Only a cracked groan came out. He couldn't formulate words. His speech had gone. The pain and the fear had robbed it away from him.
T see that you are having troubles at obeying me, my slave!! ! " Veronica chided him.
Veronica cruelly increased the pressure on the sheath. The man's cock changed from red to purple. The dominatrix realized that her slave was physically incapable of responding verbally, but it gave her a wonderful excuse to torture him further.
Peter Saxon was saved. The increase in agony loosened something in the muscles of his throat. He spoke up. He fairly screamed, "My Lady, save me!! Please don't kill my cock!! Please let me keep my prick!! ! "
Veronica shrugged casually. "Very well. If you insist, you lowly pig!! " She stopped pumping air into the sheath. But she did not release the pressure that had already been built up. She wanted to keep that hard-on imprisoned in its clear shaft for a while. She enjoyed the sight of the suffering prick.
She rose to her feet, walked up above her slave's face, and crouched down. She shoved her ass-hole into his face. She screamed out, the sweat streaming passionately down her face's cheeks. "Lick my ass-hole out, you whoreson!! Shove your tongue up my shithole and eat to the beat!! "
The slave darted out his tongue. He forced it like a prick into the ass-hole of his dominatrix. Veronica had the nicest ass that he had ever seen or kissed. The shithole was tight and pink. It just flowed together with the ass-cheeks like a real work of erotic art.
"OOOHHH!! ! That's right, you stinking bastard!! Lick my ass-hole out!! That's all your filthy mouth is good for. It's only good for licking out sweet ass-holes!! "
Veronica shoved her buns fiercely into the man's face and banged them into his nose and lips and eyes. She bumped and ground her ass-cheeks savagely into that man's sweating face. Peter could hardly breathe. When he did manage to inhale, all he got was a whiff of the dank dungeon air and the aroma of shit. Veronica's ass-hole might have been beautiful, but it smelled like shit!!
Peter was caught off guard. The sweating, red-hot buns suddenly discharged a load of warm shit into his opened mouth. There was no warning. The ass-hole just opened wide and spurted out a load of offal onto the slave's tongue. Her bumping and grinding ass-cheeks drove the shit right down the man's throat.
The dominatrix burst into chaotic laughter. She groaned and moaned with feverish pleasure. Her pussy quivered. She loved shitting into her male slaves' hot and sucking mouths!! !
"EAT SHIT!! ! EAT MY SHIT, YOU DIRTY SLAVE!! EAT MY FUCKING SWEET SHIT!! SWALLOW IT DOWN, YOU GOD-DAMNED SWINE!! SUCK THAT SHIT!! GOBBLE IT UP!! YOU WERE MADE TO EAT SHIT!! EAT MY SHIT, YOU HOT STUD WHORESON!! ! " Veronica freaked out on her ecstasy.
Peter was sick and nauseated. His prick was still clasped tightly in that monstrous torture instrument. The sheath kept his throbbing hard-on erect. His balls hung there like dead weights, as hard as rocks. The skin had constricted from his terrific tension. That prick ached with dire pain.
Peter dared not refuse his mistress' commands. Though it was hellishly disgusting, he gobbled and swallowed that warm shit with a terrific passion. He wanted to, in a strange way. Everything that Veronica subjected him to was desired in a weird fashion on his part. That was why he was there right now. In sexual domination both partners had to consent. Otherwise, it was just plain rape.
Peter certainly didn't like the taste of shit, but he thrilled at being forced to eat it. He felt dominated by the wicked dominatrix. That was the part that he really liked. He felt as though he were a part of something larger than himself. Being out of control excited him. That's where he felt the danger and the wild adventure!! ! !
Peter fought not to retch. It was hard. He still hadn't learned to eat shit in style. His body still rejected the offal. That was not good. It meant that he was an imperfect slave. It meant that he displeased his Lady. He would have to learn to take the shit down better if he didn't want to be punished more cruelly.
Veronica raised herself from his face. She looked down at the pile of shit that covered his features. She lifted her high heel. The dominatrix drove that heel down into the pile of shit. It forced the offal right down into her slave's gasping mouth.
The Lady's eyes flared like demon's eyes. She snarled, "I said to EAT IT!! ! " Veronica was obviously displeased with her slave's performance. He would have to be taught a lesson. She could not tolerate such incompetence. It was outright insubordinance, and that was just another word for mutiny.
The dominatrix quivered in her impassioned anger. Her whole body quaked violently.
Veronica rampaged over to the wall. She grasped some ball-clamps. She rushed over to the groveling man and applied the metallic devices to his testicles. Peter Saxon opened his mouth wide and howled out his pain. He trembled from the excruciating agony, the total debasement of his body and his soul. He was no longer Peter Saxon the man. He was just a nameless slave who lived only for the amusement of the dominatrix whom he served.
Veronica shrieked, "Turn over onto your belly, you worthless slave!! I want to beat your ass some more with my paddle!! ! " The Lady kicked the slave in the side. He rolled over. He screamed out again. The weight of his own body on the clamped penis and balls made him agonize even more.
Veronica sprang down and grabbed up the discarded paddle. She whacked his ass viciously. Up and down, up and down, the paddle descended. Peter's ass-cheeks turned lobster red from that beating.
The dominatrix cruelly commanded, 'Tell me that you like it!! Tell me that you love having your ass beaten with my stick!! You filthy cur!! Scream it out, boy!! Scream it out!! "
Peter the slave shrieked, "I love it, my Lady! My mistress!! Beat my ass!! Smack my ass with your paddle!! Smack it!! Crack it!! Beat me, my Lady!! Oh, please!! Beat me!! ! ! " Peter was smart enough to know that if he failed to obey Veronica she would only strike him harder, harder even than was his pleasure. Veronica was a strong and brutal woman. She could really make a man's ass sting!!
"Louder!! " Veronica screamed as the paddle descended faster and harder. "Beg me for your spanking, you sleazy pig!! ! "
Peter Saxon grew dizzier and dizzier. His words began to slur. He felt his prick lunging down below him, making the whole sheath toss to and fro. His balls were in agony. Yet his prick was going to come. He could feel it getting ready to spout. There was nothing in this world that could stop that terrible ejaculation.
'AAARRRRGGGHHHH!! ! " Peter screamed. The come being forced up into his already tightly squeezed cock increased his awful agony. His balls practically shrieked as they pumped their hot come from under the heavy metallic ball-clamps. That was the most horrifying orgasm that any man ever had!! !
The hot come spouted out of his cockhead. It spouted in torrents. Veronica knew that her slave was ejaculating. His whole body lurched up and down upon his explosive privies.
The dominatrix laughed. "I love it, you pig!! I love the way that you come!! Hurry up and spout your load!! I want you to perform for me!! I want you to perform!! ! "
Peter's cock just kept on spouting and spurting. It was jam-packed with the burning come. Peter screamed out in his agony. It felt like his private parts were shooting into ruin.
Veronica rushed down and knocked her slave on his back. She attacked the cock and ball's torture instruments with her red and randy hands.
'Oh, your hot come stinks!! " she insulted her slave as she removed the clear sheath from his prick! "I see worms floating around in it! You are the pig!! "
Peter thrilled to her insults. That was the part of the domination trip that he really got off on. He was thrilled to high heaven to hear this Lady debasing him with her cruel remarks.
Veronica removed the ball-clamps and yanked off the clear penis-sheath. Peter moaned and groaned at that. His purple dick fell limp. The come oozed out of the sheath that had grasped him so cruelly. It spilled all over his balls and all over his stomach.
"My Lady!! My Lady!! Thank you so much!! Thank you for sparing my unworthy prick!! I shall worship you forever!! Thank you, Mistress!! I shall always be your loyal slave!! " Peter gasped. Veronica smirked at that. She flung the penis-sheath and the ball-clamps away. Then she ordered, "Get it up, you hot stud!! Get your prick up!! I want you to fuck me!! I want you to fuck my hot cunt!!
"I like the spunk of slaves!! It's cheap!! You lousy pig! Get that cock up or I'll cut the frigging thing off!! "
Peter trembled with joy. Few dominatrixes allowed their slaves to fuck them. Only on certain special occassions did they allow their worshippers to flay the part of studs and ball them.
Peter was exceptionally lucky. Veronica was turned-on by this violent play. She wanted to have a taste of her hot slave's prick!!
Peter reached down and clasped his prick in his two sweaty, red-colored hands. He stroked the organ up and down, back and forth. He quivered with the pain. That dick had had quite a "work-out. It burned as though it were on fire. Peter trembled as wave after wave of agony raced through his body.
Yet Peter knew that if he wanted to remain Veronica's slave he'd have to perform like a faithful stud right now. There were a thousand other eager slaves who gladly bucked to take his place. He was very lucky. Veronica was one of the finest dominatrixes around. Anywhere.
Up and down Peter massaged his hot prick. He winced at the pain and tried to combat the total agony in his mind. He stroked the flaming prick, squeezing it gently and teasingly. That worked. It felt pretty good. The prick began to harden in his hands.
He rolled his balls. They were smarting as much as his dick smarted. Those ball-clamps had really hurt his testicles. They throbbed ferociously. He tried to alleviate the pain. He pressed his sweaty palms around the globes. He rolled them around and around. That was better. They weren't killing him anymore.
Peter experienced a new throbbing hard-on. The cock swelled. The prick's head inflated as the hot blood pumped from his wildly beating heart gorged it.
Veronica scoffed, "It's not very big, you filthy whoreson!! Don't you dare try to insult me!! I shall not have you poke that come-stained pea-shooter up my cunt!! You are a dirty bastard!! "
Veronica's insults made the man's prick rise even more. It beat up and down. It was red-hot now, hard and bouncing. Even the dominatrix could not deny that. She might call the prick a thousand filthy names and spit at it, but she could not call it a little cock any more!! It was as large and virile as any man's right now!!
Peter fondled the cockhead. He pressed his fingertip down on the comehole. He stroked the sensitive skin right under and in back of his hot tip. That made his prick bounce around some more.
He cupped his two balls in his sweating hands and pressed them lovingly. Fresh bolts of lightning charged down the length of his prick. The cock banged up and down in the air. The prick moved around and around as Peter manipulated it with the powerful muscles located at the very root of his blazing manhood!!
Peter was proud of himself. He knew that his cock would pleasure his mistress. It would be the source of infinite ecstasy to that Lady.
Veronica shrieked, "All right, you fish-monger!! Slam your salmon into me!! I want you to fuck me!! "
The Lady stood up above him. She gazed down and smiled mockingly.
Peter rose up. He reached out his arms to clasp the dominatrix to his bosom. She stepped back suddenly and cracked her hand viciously against his face.
Veronica shrieked, "No! Not that way!! I want you up against the wall!! " She pointed to the stone wall. It was bare save for the chains set into it. No more words needed to be exchanged. Peter understood that he was expected to become the bound prisoner, so that he could be brutally ravished by his pleasure-seeking mistress.
Peter strode to the wall. He pressed his naked back against the cold stone blocks. Their hard and bumpy texture against his flesh made him flinch.
Veronica strode towards him. She picked up an iron chain, which terminated in a handcuff. She held it.
"Hold out your left hand, fish-monger!! " she snapped. "I want to bind it! I'll not have your grease-stained fish-stinking fingers touching my precious flesh and polished leather!! "
Peter quailed. That insult really hurt. It made him feel low and valueless. He obeyed. He winced as Veronica snapped the cold, water-dripping metal around his wrist. The ancient rust cut into his flesh. It was a highly unpleasant sensation.
The next arm, now!! Hold it out, you fish-monger!! "
Peter obeyed. Veronica cruelly snapped the handcuff around his wrist.
Then came the shackles that bound each of his feet to the wall. The dominatrix snapped them on with her brutal flair. As she was clasping the last chain around his right calf she pressed her opened mouth to the naked, sweat-dripping flesh of his leg and sank her teeth into the skin.
It was a terribly sensuous, shocking, painful experience. Peter gasped and gritted his teeth. He struggled against the chains that bound him fastly to the wall. There was just enough slack to allow him to bash his back up and down against the stones. He sprained his limbs as his weight jolted up and down against the pull of the cold iron. Had he not been built up by the sea, and made rugged through lifting up the heavy nets, he would have harmed himself far, far more.
Veronica was at last pleased. Her slave had been appropriately made submissive. Now she could fuck him without losing her standing as a Lady. He was just an animal chained to the prison wall for her enjoyment.
She gazed down at the man's cock. It was still huge. He had given himself a good-enough hard-on before. Even with all the binding the man's prick had retained its rigidity.
"Fish-monger, it's time that you were put to a decent use. Your Lady wishes to take her pleasure. Fuck me, whoreson!! Fuck me!! "
The leather-clad dominatrix reached down and grasped the man's cock tightly in her hand. She pressed her leather-encircled cunt lips against the cockhead. Then she revolved the cockhead around and around her quivering quim. Her pussyjuices flowed. They dribbled onto the man's hot tip.
Her slave could not help himself. He moaned out in his pleasure.
That disturbed Veronica. She lashed out at his face. She stared into his eyes and hissed, 'I don't want to hear a word from you, not even a single breath, unless I ask for it!! Is that clear, boy?
Peter stared down to avoid her eyes. He found himself looking down at her erect, purple nipples and smelling her sweet sweat. "Yes," he mumbled. "I shall be silent."
Veronica cracked him again across the face. She brutally yanked him by his long hair and spat into his eyes. She snarled, "You look me in the eyes when you speak to me, you piggish stud!! "
Her slave blinked and then murmured, "Yes, Mistress. Your word is my command."
That reply seemed to please Veronica. She murmured, 'Good," and then looked back down at his cock. It had begun to grow limp. Slowly it flooded with blood again. Peter was very lucky.
The dominatrix grinned into the bound slave's worshipping and pain-racked face, and hissed, I'll save your discipline for later. I don't want you to lose your hard-on, bastard!! "
Peter dared not groan, but he wanted to. He loved the way that the dominatrix reached down and pressed his throbbing hard-on against her clit. She shoved the comehole of his cockhead over her palpitating clitoris.
The dominatrix stroked the length of his prick, not, of course, for his enjoyment, but only to press the hot tip against her quivering clit.
'The fish-monger has a hard prick!! " Veronica laughed aloud, as she leaned her body back and half-shut her eyelids. "I think that I'll fuck myself with it!! '
Veronica took the penis and shoved the cockhead an inch into her pussy. The pink folds of her vagina covered the cockhead to its base. Her pussyjuices ran down the length of his hot shaft.
She then flung her pelvis forwards. The cock slid more deeply into her trembling vagina. She loved the prick's hard texture. It felt not unlike the scales of a deep sea fish.
In and out, in and out, she thrust her body upon that bounding cock. She slammed into Peter so hard that he was forced against the cold and dank stone wall. Veronica was consumed with infernal passions. She yearned to use this man's prick to pleasure her in every way possible.
The dominatrix reached out her right hand and ran her long fingers through Peter's hair. She dug her fingernails into his scalp as if they were the talons of a panther. Then she tugged at his hair. She tugged upon his hair so hard as she slammed him against the wall with her cunt that he screamed out in his intense pain.
That angered her. She spit into his opened mouth and howled, "Silence!! I told you to show no emotion!! I don't want to know that you're even here!! I'm just fucking a piece of hot fish!! "
She reached out with her left hand, the hand that had been stroking her own steaming clitoris while she fucked her slave with her quivering pussy. Veronica placed her fingers over the man's tit and pinched it viciously. The dominatrix carefully scrutinized the slave's face. She was ready to torture him if he made any sign of protest. She was a harsh mistress.
"So the fucking fish-monger is afraid of me!! " she mocked. "Then let him suffer some more, if he suffers so well!! "
Veronica was not fair. She loved to play dirty. She reached down with her right hand and grabbed and squeezed the fisherman's other tit. She dug her sharp, crimson-painted fingernail into the flesh just under the nipple. She didn't draw any blood, but she did create searing pain.
That was not enough abuse to fulfill her diabolical appetite. She then started to pluck the hairs out one by one from his breast.
Her pussy rammed and slammed itself with terrific momentum against his cock and his balls. She fucked her slave so hard that she hurt him. She pressed her face against his and clasped her teeth around his earlobe.
Peter trembled. He prayed that the dominatrix would not bite it off. She was out of control right now, and he knew it. That meant that she was a very dangerous woman. Yes, she was gorgeous and dangerous. And he was her helpless slave.
Veronica didn't bite. She merely nibbled up and down the outer surface of the ear in an excruciating way. That sent the shivers up and down the spine of the big fisherman.
Veronica reached down and clasped his balls. She squeezed them tightly. She drove her fingertips into the comesacks to excite them. Her slave's cock leaped up and down inside of her pussy under than violent stimulation.
Veronica practically did a pagan dance on that protruding cock. She whirled her body up and down and around and around, twisting and turning and bumping and grinding in a really crazy way.
She felt her whole body become overwhelmed with the terrific fevers of her dark passions. She slapped and slammed her cunt lips against the slave's hot balls. She rammed her whole pelvis up and down the length of his twitching cock.
"Keep that hard-on up for another minute, you bastard fish, and I shall deliver many sweet and wonderful punishments to you!! " Veronica gasped. She felt the man's flaming hard-on stiffening. But she didn't want the cock to come just yet. She was on the very verge of a terrific climax, and needed another few seconds to achieve it. She yearned to explode in a fabulous climax.
Her pussy sizzled red-hot. She heard a roaring in her ears. This was madness!!
The cunt shuttled wildly over the length of hot cock. The juices rained in a vicious downpour. Veronica gasped. She did not want to in the presence of her slave. But the vibrations got the better of her.
The hot cock throbbed strongly inside of the quivering vagina. It reached its critical intensity. The penis erupted in a geyser of fiery come. The spunk flooded Veronica's pussy. The hotly twitching cock and the flowing sperm triggered her cunt into creaming off.
Veronica clasped her leather clad body to her chained slave's stud build; She rammed her hot cunt right up to his balls and kept herself there.
Veronica grasped the slave by the hair and tugged violently. She let herself go. She didn't care any more what this stinking hunk of flesh in front of her thought. She only wanted to feel the maximum pleasure.
Fully satisfied, the dominatrix flung herself away from the bound slave. She burst into a tremendous wave of laughter. It was the release that she needed. And even that release was a cruel experience. She roared, "I've just fucked a fish!! I've come over a piece of seafood!! "
Peter Saxon hung limply against the wall. He no longer heard the words and laughter of his mistress. The pain and the passion of the ordeal had finally taken its toll on his body and his mind. He slumped into a dark, dreamless slumber.
Veronica smirked. She had designs for the future. This fisherman was not the worst slave that she had had the opportunity to discipline. He took orders well enough and had a prick massive and experienced enough to satisfy a Lady of her queenly desires.
There would be many more sessions of whipping and paddling, binding and degrading in store for her slave, Peter. He was a lucky one. Not every slave that she'd tried-out had lasted this long.
She strode over to the wall and undid the chains. Her slave's body crashed to the stone floor. She snickered. He'd have a lot of cleaning up to do. She wanted these dungeon walls to shine for her next episode of discipline. She'd have the muscle-bound stud scrub the stone on his hands and knees before she'd let him see the light of day again. That was how it had to be. Her slaves worked for their pleasure.
CHAPTER FIVE
Claudia Shire embraced Veronica with a very passionate hug. Both women's eyes sparkled like brilliantly cut diamonds. Their touch was warm and sensuous. Both women felt strong affection for one another.
Veronica treated Claudia as a virtual equal. There were few women, few persons at all, in her life that she treated on that level.
Claudia had lived the earlier part of her life in the wilderness of Alberta, with her family. Her father had operated a tourist resort high in the Rocky Mountains. Claudia had acquired a lot of practical, useful knowledge in helping her parents run their lodge. That knowledge had held her in good stead when she moved out to Vancouver on the coast.
She was a mere thirty years old, but she knew more of the world than women who had lived to ninety. As Veronica had until recently done, Claudia involved herself in advertising.
The lady had a mind as sharp as a whip, and a luscious enough body to propel herself swiftly up through the lower ranks into a managerial position. She'd done a lot of cocksucking and prickfucking to get herself there, but upon reaching a safe plateau she'd given up the asslicking.
With Veronica's training she became a very adept dominatrix. She'd kissed plenty of asses during the beginning of her career. Now she only whipped them and made her slaves kiss hers!!
"I'm so glad that you're with me again," Veronica told her lady-friend with a passionate voice. "Only the Straits of Georgia separate us from one another, but with your busy schedule and my preoccupations we hardly see one another half enough.! ! ! "
"I know what you mean!" Claudia responded. 'I'm really fortunate to be here now. I rarely even have the weekends to myself anymore."
Veronica smiled knowingly at that. "It will pay off eventually,' she told her friend. "One-day you ll be able to make your own move, to call your own shots. You wait and see.
You're a bright girl. You've come very far already. And you'll go much farther. That I promise you!! "
Claudia brightened up. "I saw your maid. It's the first time I've actually met her. She's such a pretty creature."
Veronica smirked. "She's my slave. She does everything that I ask her. She cleans the house and answers the phone and licks out my pussy!! ! "
Claudia chuckled, "You really know how to pick them, Veronica. I've got quite a few obedient slaves of my own, you know. But there's a certain, extra-special quality to yours. I wonder how that is."
Veronica was proud. She flushed with her joy. ' It's their training. I'm none too gentle about that. When it comes to my slaves, I really come down hard on them right from the very beginning."
Claudia shook her head in agreement. That's the way that it's got to be. If you give a slave an inch, he or she will take a mile. I've had some really bad ones over the years. Some never worked out. Not every man and women knows how to accept their proper discipline. Any dominatrix can find good slaves. But you have to search far and wide to find the great ones."
Veronica broke into a high, powerful laughter. "I've never thought of slaves being great. Maybe that's where you're gone wrong, darling. You've been crediting your slaves with far more than they're worth!! "
Claudia brightened up. Maybe we could share a domination experience sometimes."
Veronica raised her eyebrows. What exactly do you mean?
Claudia hesitated, but finally blurted out, "Misty for instance! Would you be willing to share your slave with me? At the same time. On an equal basis."
Veronica said, "Mmmmmm." She pressed her finger to her chin. "I've never had such a request before. I've shared my slaves. I've even made them perform for my lusty friends. But I've never shared them at the same time with another dominatrix."
Claudia used all her powers of persuasion, all her sensuosity. She caressed her friend's arm and purred, "Think of it. Think of what a marvelous experience it would be!
"Well multiply our pleasure without bounds. Well be able to help each other, to put the slave right where she belongs.'
Finally, Veronica consented, "All right, Claudia, we'll give it a try." Then she smirked. "Just don't try to steal my slave away from me with your whip. I need her for cleaning around the house."
Claudia smiled. "I promise you that."
The two dominatrixes stood side by side in the pleasure-room, the very same spacious dildo-ornamented chamber wherein Alfred Rebel had been entertained so well several weeks before.
Veronica was dressed in black leather adorned with silver.
Claudia was dressed in red. leather and wore many iron ornaments.
They focused their attention at the doorway. Misty stepped through the threshold and walked down the red carpet. Her eyes stared at the floor. Her wrists were bound behind her back by tight leather thongs.
She was naked. Obscene blue body paint was scrawled over her flesh. The two dominatrixes had had their fun. They had done well with the preliminary degradations.
Veronica leaned over and whispered into Claudia's ear, "Remember, my sweetheart, this is not a contest between you and me. This is only for the pleasure of domination."
Claudia nodded her head in consent. That was good enough for her. She had no desire to compete with the other Lady. She was here just for the thrilling adventure, out of the love of pursuing her craft.
Claudia spoke aloud. A mocking quality rang throughout her voice. "The girl is beautiful for a slave, isn't she?"
Veronica smirked. That was the perfect introduction for a whole host of slurs and punishments. Beautiful slaves ran the greatest risk of getting their asses beaten in the most violent ways.
"Too beautiful," Veronica replied, sardonically. "And she acts it too. The bitch must be taught submission. She's too haughty for her own good. That's a dangerous quality in a woman. Look at the way that she stands!! ! "
Misty hadn't even raised her eyes. She was posed in the stance of ultimate submission. The Ladies didn't see it that way, though. They wanted that girl to beg like a hot slut for mercy!!
"On your knees, bitch!! " Claudia snapped.
Misty said, 'Yes, Mistress!! " And she lowered herself to her knees, just as she had been commanded. "What was that?" Veronica snapped. "We don't hear you!" She reached down and yanked the girl by her lovely, shimmering brunette hair. The girl flinched. She expected a blow to fall. Veronica didn't disappoint her.
The Lady cracked her across the face with the side of her hand. That brought tears running down the slave maid's face. She quailed. Her bosom rose and fell.
'Speak up girl!! Speak up!! " Claudia screamed into the girl's ear. She reached down and grabbed one of Misty's massive breasts and crushed it in her hand.
Misty shrieked out in pain. Claudia cracked her against the back. The girl fell forwards, face down into the carpet. She turned her face upwards and gasped to her tormentor, "Yes, my Lady!! My Lady, yes!! "
"That's better!" Claudia cooed. She spoke with a sweet menace. That made the maid quiver like she hadn't quivered in days. Claudia was in many ways just as terrible a dominatrix as her own Lady, Veronica, was.
Veronica chuckled. Her laughter sounded as though it were pierced with many daggers. "The slave looks fine where she is!! None of that would have been necessary if she'd known her place!! "
Claudia echoed her sentiments exactly. "That's right! This maid is a fucking slut. And she should know it!! I hate fucking sluts!! I hate fucking sluts that try to act like queens!! "
The younger, blonde-haired dominatrix lifted high her high-heeled leather boot and pressed it down into the slave's ass-hole.
That was when Veronica realized that she was jealous. Had that been a man's prick edging itself up her maid's buns she would not have minded. But here she sensed an odd rivalry. She could not clear the emotion from her head.
"Take that heel up your ass!! You hot bitch!! " Veronica roared. She liked being able to supervise. It gave her the feeling of being more in com and.
"You bitch! You whore!! " Claudia screamed. She rammed the sharp, long heel of her leather boot down deeper into the maid's ass-hole.
Misty bucked her ass. The pain was terrific. She bit down upon her lower lip. The pain that she felt in that lip took some of the agony away from her ass-hole.
Veronica strode down to the wall and contemplated the assortment of whips that hung there. She chose a short, lightly stinging whip. That meant that she could lash out and whack her slave more and even harder before the maid passed out.
The red-haired dominatrix slapped the whip down upon her quivering slave's naked back.
The girl let out a groan. There was no way for her not to have. She had to get that pain, that torment, out of her system before it drove her completely insane.
Even as the whip cracked against that girl's back Claudia drove her heel in and out, in and out of the ass-hole. Misty trembled at that. Claudia moved her heel in a different way than Veronica did. The girl's ass-hole was not used to such treatment.
It was not that Misty was not used to having her ass torridly humped with a huge variety of huge objects. It was that Veronica almost invariably did the humping. And she moved her instruments about in a certain fashion that Misty's anus had grown used to.
But Claudia manipulated her ass-hole with her heel with a curious jabbing motion. That was worlds apart from the fucking spiraling motion that Veronica used.
"Look at that fucking whore go at it!! " Veronica laughed. "Buck, Misty, buck!! My friend wants to see you writhe!! Lady Claudia wants to hear you howl!! ! "
Misty started to howl. But Claudia was not at all pleased. She liked telling the maid slave what she wanted. She didn't care to have her friend tell the slave what she wanted.
In and out, in and out, that hot heel stabbed. It buried its full four inches into the poor girl's quivering anus..
"Oh, Mistresses!! " Misty screamed. "Show me some mercy!! The pain is so terrible!!
"I can't take it any more, my Ladies!! !..."
Veronica laughed, "Let's chain her to the rafters!! I want to see some heavy bondage!. "
"I want her to swing back and forth for our amusement!! "
Misty quailed. She thought about her first heavy bondage experience. That had been a long, long-time ago. Her friend Jeffery had been and still probably was into the bondage and domination scene. He had tied her up to the wall and spanked her with a wooden paddle until her ass was flaming red.
Jeffrey had been a cruel lover. He had been free with his affections. He had called his lady friends over and together they had really bruised and brow-beaten the young woman. That was where Misty learned to love pain and humiliation and all the things that a fine dominatrix could give her. She'd learned to love the pain out of her self-preservation instinct. She was innocent back then and Jeffrey was just like God to her. She had felt that he had to be pleasured ultimately for her to be worth anything herself.
That feeling had persisted over the years and clung to her right now. The only difference was that these were women tormentors. In many ways the women were better at the domination game. They had so many hostilities in their own blood that they made the perfect torturers, the ideal degraders.
Veronica now had leather thongs in her hand. In the thongs was a metal ring. A chain hung from the ceiling. The whole contraption was beautifully simple.
The dominatrix strapped the thongs around the already existing leather strap that bound Misty's wrists together. Veronica looked at Claudia. The other dominatrix understood. She approached Misty. Together both women lifted. Their muscles were well-developed. A little maneuvering brought the metal ring of the wrist-thongs onto the hook of the suspended chain.
Misty gasped as she felt the pressure on her arms. It was very painful, but not at all new to her. She had been hung so many times before that her arms had been strengthened. She could take the whole hanging ordeal with little more than moderate flinching.
"Look at the pig!! " Claudia chuckled. "Look at that maid hang! You should be proud of your slave, Veronica!! Not every slut hangs so well, sweetheart! '
Veronica smirked at that. No, not every slave did hang so well. Misty was pretty special. She had been so abused by her earlier male lovers that she could take all the abuse that was dished out to her in really high style. That hot slut liked it. She lived for her abuse. Veronica was as shrewd to the needs of her own slave as Misty was attuned to her own cravings.
Both dominatrix and slave maid understood each other perfectly. Theirs was a give and take relationship. One lived to be beaten and abused. The other lived to dominate.
Misty must have had some guilt inside of her, Veronica thought, as she watched her slave swing back and forth on the iron chain. That was why the slaves came to the dominatrixes. They needed to be reprimanded, to get the filthy guilt knocked out of their systems. Misty was no different. She needed the indulgences that the pain and degradation brought her, so that she could go out and sin again. Veronica never really knew, though, what it was that was Misty's private guilt. All the domination that had been lavished upon the maid had not brought that out of her.
Veronica found herself a leather set of thongs from the assortment of torture instruments on the wall. She whacked out at the maid's behind. Claudia smirked as Misty writhed in her agony and shock.
"Ouch!! " the maid cried. "Please don't do anything too violent to me, my mistresses!! " she pleaded.
Claudia purred up at her. "You ll have to earn our lenience. You'll have to do whatever we tell you to, whether it is to your liking or not!! "
Veronica chuckled, "Darling, what is to my slave's liking or not is none of our concern. Her feelings are nothing!! "
Claudia stared up again at Misty. The dominatrix looked like a terrifying sight. The way that she was clad in her sleek leather made her look like a dangerous animal.
"Do you hear what your Lady say?" Claudia snickered. "Veronica does not think that your desires mean much. That's because you're just her slave. You're here just for our amusement!! Don't forget that!! If you're not humble enough we'll beat you all the harder, like the vermin that you really are!! '
Misty wept. She knew that this disciplinary session was quite a horror-show. She quailed. Then she asked Claudia, "My Lady, what would you have me do?"
Veronica snapped back at her slave, "Yours is not to ask, you foul slut!! Yours is but to perform!! ! " She whacked Misty with her leather thongs. The maid's body bucked and writhed. She spun around upon her chain.
'Look at the hot slut spin!! " Claudia mocked. 'Look at the hot slut spin in circles!! "
Veronica applied the flail once again. Misty cried out. More tears streamed from her eyes.
Claudia had plans of her own. She wandered over to the wall and took the dildo that had caught her eye from off the shelf. The dildo was long and wide and shaped like a giant red cock.
She approached the hanging slave. Her mind remembered the first time she had made love with a man. Claudia remembered how the fellow had taken his big prick and pressed it firmly into her pussy. She had squirmed and cried at that. The pain had been something terrible.
The cock had busted open her cherry. She'd screamed. There had been little pleasure in it for her. Ever since that first time all her relationships had been aggressive, even cruel and violent.
She stared at Misty. She pretended that that girl was herself those years ago. She imagined that the big cock-toy that she grasped was her first lover's prick. As she had done so many times before with her slaves, she now wanted to re-enact that first turbulent moment.
"I'm going to put this prick into you, girl!" the dominatrix smiled. "It's going to feel really good!! " Claudia knew that she was lying to hurt that maid. That was what this dildo was designed for. It was one big, hot, and heavy cock. She knew that if anything could dominate this slave, a cock like that hunk of rubber would do the trick.
Misty trembled. She was not so much afraid of the rubber cock as she was afraid of Claudia's tone. She understood why that was. Claudia spoke with a voice remarkably like Jeffery's. It had that same note of cruelly, that same sound of grim diabolism.
Claudia inserted the dildo. She slowly pressed it up into the bound girl's cunt. Misty gasped. The cockhead was too large for her lovehole. The dominatrix forced the prick deeper.
"Take the cock!! Take it, you filthy whore!" Claudia screamed up to Misty. She imagined her first lover's prick shuttling into and out of her own vagina, and ultimately breaking the hymen.
Claudia did not rush the fucking. She slowly pressed the cock in and out of the quivering cunt. She wished to relish every moment of the fucking. She gazed at Misty's cunt lips, watching how they clasped up and down upon the inwards-shuttling shaft.
The dominatrix stared up at the suspended woman's sweat-dripping face. The sweat oozed down in torrents. Claudia wet her own lips. She realized that her own features looked not dissimilar from the maid's when she was first fucked. She had seen herself in the mirror while her lover plunged up and down on top of her, as he panted like a lust-crazed beast.
Claudia felt cheated. She grew more angry. She plunged the cock more deeply into the maid's cunt. The slave writhed with the pain. Claudia liked that. She was in a violent mood. She wanted Misty to suffer now as she had once suffered.
The dominatrix spun the penis around in her hand. It burrowed itself right up to the hilt inside of the maid's cunt. That said something about Misty. She had one hell of a deep pussy!!
Misty groaned. She felt more humiliated by Claudia's dildo-thrusting than she had felt from Veronica's whips and chains. Claudia displayed a vicious vengeance that her own Lady only hinted at.
"Please, my Lady!! Go easy on my cunt!! Your cock is killing me!! " Misty whimpered. She then bit her lip, almost until the blood flowed. She'd wanted not to say anything, knew that she would be far better off that way, but could not avoid screaming out to beg for mercy. The pain was too much. She felt so naked under Claudia's burning eyes. Claudia seemed to be staring right down into her very soul with that penetrating, evil gaze.
"Beg some more, girl!! Beg some more!! Show me some life!! ' Claudia screamed.
Veronica had a hard time believing that Claudia was giving such a thorough work-out to her own slave. Veronica contented herself with just watching. She knew that she herself had something to learn from this one-time pupil of hers. She admired the dominatrix's brutal style.
Claudia slammed the penis all the way into Misty's cunt, and then withdrew her red and randy hands. She grasped the slave by the waist. She sank her fingernails into her skin and traced red lines down her flesh.
Misty whimpered. It was the cruelest sensation that had ever attacked her flesh. She trembled from head to toe. Claudia had gotten the best of her.
"So my pretty slave has learned to feel terror!! " Claudia laughed. She flung her face against Misty's belly, wiping her blonde hair against the red skin of the slave.
Then she stepped back. She stared into Veronica's eyes and reached out suddenly. She brutally grasped the flail from her mistress' hands. She whipped the maid's quivering flesh. WHACK!! ! WHACK!! ! ! WHACK!! ! ! !
'Take that, girl!! Take that!! " the dominatrix screamed. She had lost her calm composure, the detached, methodical attribute that was absolutely essential to a good dominatrix. Otherwise, she was just an animal, just a lunatic rapist.
"Stop it!! " Veronica snarled at her friend. You're killing my slave!! ! "
Veronica grabbed the other dominatrix and held her back with a violent struggle.
"Let go of me!! Let go of me!! " Claudia howled.
Veronica slapped her viciously across the face. That brought her friend's high emotionalism down. Veronica smirked. She realized that she, herself, was the better dominatrix. She did not lose her cool.
She thought that perhaps her friend, Claudia the dominatrix, was really a frustrated slave. With crazed behavior like that, where control was forsaken for the indulgence into brutal passions, her friend had no business playing the role of the dominatrix.
Misty stared at the two Ladies. She gasped with relief that Veronica had intervened. Her body hurt her, but she felt little satisfaction. It had been a grueling ordeal, more like being whipped by a barbarian than being tamed and disciplined by a true dominatrix. .
Veronica had misjudged her girlfriend. A long talk was in order.
Claudia relaxed in her friend's arms. She realized that she had lost face, right under the eyes of a slave. She felt revolted with herself. She had begun the disciplinary session in good form, then fallen apart at the seams.
Veronica whispered to Claudia, "Go." The leather-clad dominatrix left the room, glad to be away from there. She flushed red in her embarrassment.
Veronica slapped the flail into her own palm and gazed up at Misty. "I'm almost sorry about that, slave!" she admitted. "My friend has not learned her craft well enough yet to be called a Lady."
Misty quivered. Her flesh was red and stung like fire. But, fortunately, Veronica had stopped her just in time. No serious hurt had come to her.
Veronica flung the flail to the floor and focused her gaze on the dildo that still was imbedded in the maid's cunt. The prick had half worked its way out of that maid's pussy through the beating and the subsequent time.
The dominatrix reached up and grasped the cock. She pulled it slowly out of her slave's trembling cunt. She reached higher still and poked the rubber penis into her slave's lips.
"Suck on it, slave!" she commanded. "Suck on this shaft. Taste your own pussy-juices. You servile wench, that's all that mouth of yours was meant for, sucking your own cunt juice off a rubber pop!! "
Misty opened her mouth wide. The cockhead slipped in. She blew and sucked upon the rubber tip. She sank her teeth into it. She quivered with delightful humiliation when Veronica teased her by whispering, "Look at the hot bitch suck!! No man would give her his prick, so she sucks on rubber sticks!! You filthy vermin!! Suck on it!! Show me what a fool you are!! You don't know the difference between that and the real thing, do you!! You're just a stupid maid with a randy cunt!! ! "
Misty experienced a terrific orgasm. That was exactly what she was ... a stupid maid with a desire to serve and pleasure her mistress. The hum-drum routine of her life, which she lived for, was broken up by times like these, when her fantastic dominatrix put spice into her existence. Her hot juices flowed out of her pussylips and down her pumping loins.
CHAPTER SIX
A month of her friend, but she was glad to see her gone. She had become a draining influence on her, and preferred not to deal with that woman if she could at all avoid it. Claudia had changed. She had become too grasping. She could have used a dominatrix herself, that Claudia. It would have done her good.
Veronica now boarded the plane. She was glad to be getting away from Vancouver Island for a while. She wanted to see if anything else existed besides that quaint and colorful town of Victoria.
She'd left Misty in charge of Craigdarroch Castle. That maid may not have been the most aggressive woman, but she was at least very competent. Veronica trusted having her there to take care of the sprawling fairy-tale castle.
The plane took off. It was one of those massive 747's. The lift-off was smooth, except for a slight bump on the rear wheels from a too rapid ascent.
Veronica comforted herself in her vinyl chair. It would be a long flight. She was bound non-stop to Toronto.
A stewardess walked up to her and asked her sweetly, "Would you like to see the movie, miss?"
The Captain had announced the feature-film, but Veronica hadn't been paying attention. She smiled back at the flight attendant and asked, "What is playing?"
"Time After Time," was the stewardess' reply.
Veronica licked her lips. She loved the star of that film. She would have really loved to dominate his cute ass!!
"Yes, thank you, I'd like to see the film."
"That will be three dollars, miss," the stewardess replied. She handed Veronica the earphones.
Veronica handed the stewardess three singles and took the proffered headset. She couldn't help but smile. She realized that she was paying three dollars for the two hour loan of ten cents worth of equipment.
Veronica breathed out as the lights dimmed and the screen flickered on. She fidgeted in her seat. She knew why. Whenever she flew she got a really heady feeling. She always wanted to fuck when she got up in the air. Once she'd had that opportunity, when she flew up in an international playboy's private jet. That had really been an experience to remember.
There had been no domination or submissiveness up there, only plain and pure fucking. Veronica had liked the change. Occasionally she fucked for the simple joy of screwing. But she never let the man whom she balled know that she was a dominatrix. That was not cool. That was against the rules. Only her slaves knew that she was a woman of leather, a Lady of the flailing whip.
Veronica liked to dominate men and women for one simple reason. It made her feel secure in a topsy-turvy, upside-down world. She liked to feel in control, and when she had her whip in hand and her spiked boots on, she felt right-on, totally in charge.
But when she'd consented to flying high with that playboy in his private jet, she had been looking for something else. She'd wanted to lose herself in the clouds, just to escape into the airy element. She'd wanted to free herself from the heavy responsibilities of her job and the rigors of the hustling business world.
The playboy's name had been Mark. He'd been cute and handsome enough. He looked a lot like Malcolm McDowall, the film-star who she was so hot over. Mark was the kind of man who would appeal to almost any woman. His smile could melt the coldest heart. His touch could make the most frigid lady's pulse throb.
When the jet took off he offered her a cocktail. Veronica smiled at that. She told him, mischievously, "Don't you mean to ask me if I want a cock up my tail?"
That startled even the international playboy. He smirked at that one, even coughed in his surprise. His eyes brightened. "My God, Veronica, you don't beat around the bush. Do you? You come right out and say it like it is."
Veronica stared him in the eyes and told him. "I know who you are. I know what you want. I know where you're coming from. Why should I play games? You're the playboy, not me. I just say and do as I please."
Mark frowned at that. He had an English accent. "You don't think much of me, do you, Veronica? You really think that I'm just a cock, ready to screw any beautiful woman's holes."
Veronica gave him a wry smile. "You compliment me. Do you really find me beautiful?"
Mark stared at her probingly. "Your body, yes. But your mind and heart, I don't know ... "
Veronica raised her eyebrows and turned her head coyly to the side. "Would you care to find out?" she asked him.
The playboy said, "How, by fucking you?"
"Isn't that the way you always do it, Mark?" Veronica asked her host.
She smiled at him with her knowing smile. He smiled back.
Mark smirked at her question. "Sometimes yes. Sometimes no. It all depends."
Veronica asked him point-blank, "What is it that you want from me? Sex?"
The playboy answered, "No not exactly. I'd really like some erotic affection."
Veronica asked, "That's all the same, isn't it? A lay and some cool compliments passed around freely. You tell me that I was fantastic, that you liked my body. I tell you that your cock was super, and then I suck on it for desert. I've been on that trip, boy. It isn't real. It's the sugar without the meat.'
"Then why are you here?
"I want some sugar. I want to be fucked by your prick. I want to ease myself free of tensions. I want to forget the world up here in the sky."
Veronica put her hand on the playboy's thighs and began to fondle him.
Mark looked startled, confused. He boldly asserted, almost ludicrously, "God-damn it!! I want you to be my friend, Veronica!! Not just a hole!! Sure, I'm usually the cool woman-killer, the man with women hanging over his shoulders. But I really feel for them. Yea, it might only be skin-deep, superficial. But I do care. I respect them and expect them to like me!! " He brushed her hand violently off of his thighs. He breathed, The trouble with you, Veronica, is that you think I'm just a mindless sex-machine. I don't like that!! Forget the fucking! What do you want to drink?"
Veronica groaned. She never wanted to have a man fuck her more than she wanted Mark to fuck her this instant. He'd caught her completely off guard. She was wonderfully astonished to find a real man with real feelings beneath that slick, sexy veneer.
The randy lady shoved her face between the man's legs. Mark grasped her hair. He gave in. He stroked her hair , ran his fingernails lightly against her scalp. He moaned. Veronica showed her willingness to fuck him, the real man, and not just his slick image. That really turned him on.
Marks penis began to grow inside of his pants. Veronica rubbed her cheek against the slacks' material. She swiftly yanked down the zipper. The semi-rigid cock popped out. That made her groan with excitement.
Marks eyes popped out nearly when he saw what happened next.
Veronica held the ever-hardening penis between the two first fingers of her right hand. She pressed her lips to the cockhead and kissed it gently. Mark loved that. She was the only woman that he'd ever known to show his prick such a gentle introduction to the head-giving.
Veronica even surprised herself. She found herself doing everything opposite from her usual dominatrix trip. She was gentle instead of violent. It was a refreshing change, one that she truly needed. The only sexual trait that she found herself retaining on this jet-flight was her aggressiveness. She might have been warm and tender, but in her own inexorable way she attacked that cock, striving to make it hers.
The hot penis hardened in her mouth. Veronica stroked her tongue around the base of the cockhead. She flecked her tongue into the comehole. That brought a long, sweet groan from her lover.
She manipulated the shaft of his penis with her two fingers. Up and down she stroked the ramrod, while her lips sucked and blew upon the cockhead. Her other hand played with the fellow's huge, sweaty balls.
"Oh, that feels so nice, baby!! " Mark moaned down to the seductress as she pushed her head up and down the tip of his cock. She was really getting him big and she was really getting him hot and hard. Mark felt silly. He felt that his praise sounded too pat, too cool. It sounded just like Veronica's criticism painted it. He groaned again, deeply.
"I like your prick!" Veronica moaned up to him. "It really turns me on!! " She laughed to herself as she pushed her face back down on the throbbing penis once more. She had not told that line to a man for a long time. She'd been too busy yelling out things like, "Suck out my ass-hole, you foul turd!! " and "Fuck my cunt, you stinking stud!! "
But this time it was pure, creamy-dreamy gentleness, as light and bright as the sun-pierced clouds that surrounded the plane in a vast aerial ocean.
Veronica needed the release from her own dark passions, her own dominations of men and women. She'd been too caught up in it for the past months. She was so busy exploring the darker elements of sexuality that she'd forgotten that a lighter side existed. The problems of her slaves had begun to weigh her down. She was so busy releasing them of their guilt by binding them with chains that she'd imprisoned herself ironically in the shackles of sexual domination.
Veronica breathed in deeply. She almost swooned from the sweet aroma of this man's cock and balls. They sweated out a moist, lovely fragrance. She buried her face and her hair on that prick and testicles.
In and out, in and out, she plunged her face over the cock. The balls slapped her lips. She deep-throated that dick, murmuring all the while. It was great!!
Mark breathed out deeply, "Let me strip you, baby!! I want to see all of you!! You-you are so beautiful!! "
Veronica looked up and winked at her lover, the man whose penis she sucked. "OK, babes," she said, imitating the playboy's speech. "I'd like that."
Mark pulled off her blouse. His fingers worked fast and efficently. He seemed to be a man with a lot of practice!
He moaned when he caught sight of Veronica's knockers. She wasn't wearing any bra below her blue-satin top. His prick bounced up and down. His balls grew hotter.
"Your tits!! They're as purple as plums!! " he exclaimed. "And they thrust up at a sharp angle!! I've never seen anything half so beautiful before, darling!! I thought that you were wearing a kinky bra under your blouse. I didn't imagine that those were your own boobies!! "
Veronica chuckled, "Surprises! Surprises!! " She then went about helping her lover. She peeled down her fashionable, turquoise skirt.
Mark couldn't resist. Even as Veronica slipped out of her skirt he walked on over and stroked those breasts and nipples that he found so ultimately attractive. He didn't try to hide his affection. He moaned out his pleasure.
Veronica smiled at that. She hadn't heard a man moan like that at the touch of her breasts in many ages. Her slaves were not permitted to express their admiration so openly, and certainly not permitted to even caress her royal boobs.
Mark's eyes brightened. "You're not wearing any undies, Veronica!! "
Veronica couldn't believe that he'd said that. She'd thought that with the clique of gals that he ran around with, there must have been a lot of them with really lascivious tastes!
Veronica smirked when Mark asked, "You're not going to take your boots off, Veronica?"
"Wouldn't you rather that I kept them on?" she asked her lover. She really didn't want to take them off. You couldn't break totally free of the years-accumulated habits of sexual domination in just one fell swoop. She didn't want to break free. The boots were something that she could identify with, that projected her self-willed image. .
Mark responded. "Yes. Please! I like leather!" he joked.
Do you really? Veronica thought to herself. Well, we'll see someday, my pretty boy. Well see!
Veronica tore her lover's shirt open. She caught herself as she ripped it off. She told herself that this time the sex was going to be straight, without the brutal domination that so frequently characterized her lovemaking. She slowed down. She began once more to treat and respect this Mark as a person. That even made it more exciting. She liked pricks with character!!
Her own slaves had pricks and cunts with plenty of character, it was true. But that character was expressed with balls and chains and whips and moans and groans and suffering. This time she wanted to just see things without the murky shadows and the violent veneer. She wanted to fuck that cock for who he was. She wanted that prick to fuck her cunt for who she was!! Veronica yearned for this sex to be so creamy and dreamy.
Veronica stripped her man till he was stark naked. Mark was not tall, but he was well-built. He looked as virile as any one of her hot-slave studs. What she loved most about him was his strong chin, his baby blue eyes, and his hairy, swelling chest.
Mark pointed to the round bed in the center of the huge cabin. "Shall we?"
"Yes, indeed!! " Veronica grinned. She led her man to the bed by his prick. Images of her own slaves treated like dogs flashed through her mind, but she tried to suppress those images. But they were very powerful and kept creeping in. She saw her slaves being led by their bridles and leashes like animals across her floor.
The two lovers fell upon the bed, clasping one another passionately. Their lips pressed together. Mark groaned with delight as he felt Veronica's cool, red lips kiss his. It was exciting!!
Veronica darted her tongue into his mouth. Their tongues flicked and flashed against each other. Mark groaned out in his intense ecstasy. Veronica reached down and grabbed and squeezed his cock.
The lady pushed her face away from his and whispered into his ear, ' Fuck me, Mark, fuck me!! " Then she added, 'Please be gentle!" Veronica really wanted pure sweetness on this plane ride. She prayed that Mark could give it "o her.
Mark thrust his pelvis nearer to the horny woman's dripping cunt. His prick's head, still wet with the vixen's spittle, pressed gently onto her quivering cunt lips. , Veronica sighed with pleasure. This was so different from having one of her male slaves ram his throbbing penis into her pussy at threats of castration.
Mark practically purred like a kitten when Veronica reached down and grasped his hot shaft gently in her sweating palm. She twisted the penis around and around against her quivering quim.
"Oh, Veronica!! Yes! I like that!! I love your cool, sweet hands!! "
Veronica shivered with delight. She didn't often hear compliments like that. This Mark was a real lady's man. She knew right then that he wasn't cut out to be one of her slaves. This guy was into candlelight and romance, not the dungeons and horrors scene!!
Veronica thrust her pussylips over Mark's cockhead. Mark's prick twitched passionately. It was truly aroused.
Veronica groaned again. "Oh.Mark, fuck me please!! Fuck me with your prick!! " Mark heard and obeyed. You didn't have to be the slave of this dominatrix to obey a request like that.
Veronica slapped her pussylips over the length of the man's cock. Mark poked his penis deeply into her cunt. He pressed it all the way down, until his balls gently slapped against her cunt lips.
Veronica realized suddenly that there was no pain here. She was enjoying the prick's sliding into her, but wasn't feeling any of the wilder sensations that she felt when one of her slaves thrust his prick into her cunt.
To compensate for the lack of sadism, to make this a wilder scene, Veronica increased her pelvic motions. She slapped and slammed her cunt onto that man's cock and balls. Mark got another surprise. He'd never actually been taken by a woman like this before.
Veronica slipped into her dominatrix gear. A sudden flash told her that she'd never be free of playing the part of the dominatrix. It was her role in sex.
She didn't insult the man, nor did she physically abuse him as she would have one of her slaves. Things weren't done sloppily like that. But there was something of the suggestion of dark, violent sex in her sudden movements and in her fierce kisses and wild embrace. Even when she just fucked, sexual domination poked its dreadful presence in and mastered her!! !
She forced Mark onto his back. He didn't resist. This was something new to him. It was like being taken by a wildcat, and that got his penis really throbbing!!
Veronica stared down into the face of the romantic playboy. She loved the sexiness inherent in his features.
Her pussy quivered.
She pumped her quivering cunt up and down, over his throbbing erection. She groaned with joy as she felt the cockhead burying itself deeply into the wet folds of her vaginal flesh.
The Lady manipulated his cock clockwise, by spinning her body around and around, riding halfways down the length of his prick. The prick was red-hot. She thought of the stick shift of a Ferrari. That was what this playboy's dick felt like. It was long and fast and had a big round knob for its head. The cock had a lot of power behind it. This Mark had one very powerful engine!! !
"I love the way that you fuck!! " Mark grinned back up at her. "You feel so good!! You're wild and wonderful, girl!! You're just fantastic!! "
Veronica smirked. At least that playboy had no difficulty in remaining true to his role. His was an easy-enough role to fulfill. Picking up girls, flying them high, and balling out their pretty pink cunts was not overly demanding.
But Veronica had conflicts within herself. She dominated most of the time. But that domination itself became a heavy burden. Sometimes she even thought that she sought to be dominated. She believed that she seeked out a man who could tame her evil streak, knock her down, and hump her ass. She knew that Mark the Playboy was not that man. He was a good fuck, but as far away from a domineering warlord as any fellow could have been, save for some closet queen.
Veronica concentrated more on the sex. If she was doing it, she'd might as well enjoy it, she decided. She humped and she pumped on that man's cock. She moved her body in a way that threw the cock far back and far forwards. The weight of her flesh pressing down on that prick was really an arousing experience. Mark wept. The tears streamed out of his eyes. It was a physical, not an emotional, reaction. But it excited Veronica. She liked knowing that her cunt could do that to a man. There was the power-trip again. She just accepted her desires.
In and out, in and out, that hot tip shuttled through her clasping pussy. Mark didn't just lie there passively, but fucked upwards with burning passion. His ears throbbed. His heart beat swiftly. He gasped and kicked out. He raised his legs higher. That enabled him to thrust more deeply into this beautiful lady's gorgeous hole.
Veronica stared into the man's face and smiled while she fucked him. She said, "You've got a pretty prick, boy. You really know how to use it!! " Then she shut her eyelids and lifted her face upwards. She drew back her lips and clamped down her teeth. She was consumed with sexual ecstasy. That prick had finally gotten to her. The sheer physical sensation of that prick's mushroom-shaped knob slapping against her vaginal walls made her fluids drip. They cascaded in torrents over that crazy cock. Her legs pumped up and down. Her purple nipples arched skywards in her wild desire . ...
Mark grinned from ear to ear. It pleasured him to know that the lady really liked it. He transferred that confidence, those good vibes, to his cock. It responded by leaping within the woman's cunt.
Veronica slapped her cunt lips down hard on the playboy's hot balls. She rammed her whole body like a tremendous piston on his sexual center. That had the playboy in spasms. He reached out and clasped her breasts in a truly sensual way. He stroked her up-thrusting globes and pinched her nipples delicately as he opened his mouth wide and let out a passionate groan.
Veronica reach down and pressed her index finger to her clit. That clit was hot and throbbing. This man had done something great for her. She pressed her sweating finger down gently on the clit and moved the fingertip around and around.
That put Veronica into spasms. She humped and pumped herself up and down with more and more force. She slapped her cunt lips faster and faster, harder and harder against the lover's balls. Then she reached down and squeezed the root of his prick with her free hand's fingers.
She pressed her blood-red fingernails lightly into the flesh of the penis. She knew how the lover would respond. The cock jerked crazily, then lost a degree of its steel hardness. Veronica removed her fingers. The cock leapt back up again, this time far more rigid than before. It was a special trick that she'd learned from years of practice. That made the hardest cocks even harder. The technique never failed.
"Oh, you beautiful babe!! You sweet-pussied gal!! " the playboy groaned. "I love what you're doing to me!! I love it!! You're so super!! "
Veronica heard what he was saying. He surely sounded like a playboy of the trade. Those were stock words of endearment, the only kind that this guy knew. Yet it thrilled her to know that under that plastic facade was a real flesh and blood man. She wondered how
Mark would react to knowing that under her sophisticated facade were the dark and terrible passions of a dominatrix.
That thrilled Veronica too. She loved fucking on the sly like this, hiding part of her real self from her lover. The man who fucked her didn't even know the cunt that he'd entered. She was probably as different from his conception of her as wild fire was from ice!! !
Veronica knew that the loverboy was going to come. She felt his hot prick stiffen inside of her cunt. The hot cock arched upwards. Its big head plowed against the reams of her vaginal flesh. Her cunt-juice dripped into his comehole, the comehole that was getting ready to spout its fiery load.
The balls gave up their jism. The hot spunk flooded down the length of the cock. The already stiff, wide cock grew inside of her as it was pumped full of the creamy jism.
Mark reached up and clasped himself tightly to Veronica's naked, sweating, red-hot flesh. She fell forwards on top of him. She slammed her cunt lips onto his penis, right down to his bouncing comesacks.
"I'm coming, baby!! You lovely doll, I'm coming!! " Mark practically cried that out. He was absolutely consumed by the terrific fucking's vibrations.
The cockhead bloated with the load of come. The white-hot geyser shot out of the tight comehole.
Veronica gasped. She was consumed by the fabulous sensations of the spouting come. It fairly inundated her vagina. Spurt after spurt splattered into her quivering pussy. She buried her fingers in the man's hair. She yanked savagely upon that hair. She lifted up her crimson face and screamed, "Oh, you lover, I'm coming!! My cunt is spouting!! "
Veronica lifted herself suddenly off of the prick. The cock spouted a funnel of white spray onto her throbbing clit. The sensation Was divine. She collapsed onto her lover's writhing bulk. She sank her fingernails into his flesh. Her bosom trembled. Her tits poked into his flesh. They were as hard as metal. Veronica's white body was now a scarlet color, with a sheen of hot sweat covering the hot redness.
Mark grasped his prick and pressed its still-spouting length against the lady's pussylips. The sensations that coursed up and down through his veins, through his sizzling flesh were incredible. He could not stop gasping, could not control his wild and heavy breathing. The sweat dripped from his pores in a hot rain. Their hot sweat mixed together as their red-hot bodies clasped.
Mark sank his hands onto the firm flesh of
Veronica's bosom once more while the still-aroused lady prolonged her erotic pleasure by clasping his hard balls.
Veronica brought herself back to the present. She watched the Jack the Ripper sequence with great interest. She didn't like the death and mutilation, but the forbiddenness, the dark passions underlying the Ripper's actions, turned her on. She fondled her clit. There was a blanket on her lap and she was nearest the window and the lights were low. The fellow next to her was deeply immersed in the movie. She had little fear of being caught.
Veronica took a personal fascination in the Ripper's tools. She liked those instruments of torture. She, of course, would never actually use such weapons on her own slaves, but she surely wouldn't hesitate at threatening them with those instruments.
The 747 flight would be in Toronto in another four hours. There Veronica would take a limousine to her sister's house. She'd wanted to visit Tamar for a long time. Now was her chance. It was spring and she had the urge to be on the move. With her established income and her life-style she had the freedom to come and go as she pleased. Toronto was not a bad place to spend some time.
Veronica licked her lips thirstily when she thought of Tamar's and her husband Scott's daughter, Thalia. She'd recently seen a video tape of the girl, and she was a real living dream.
Veronica and her family kept in touch through video-tapes. It was personal and it was exciting. Veronica and her well-to-do relatives could well-afford the luxury.
Thalia was now sweet sixteen. She was quite an angel. She had red hair and skin as white as snow. Her eyes were a blue so deep that they looked black.
Veronica had seen Thalia five years ago in person. She had been just a little girl of eleven back then. But now she was a blossoming woman. Veronica wondered if she dared fool around with that innocent young lady. She had brought some of her instruments of domination just in case. She knew that her brother-in-law Scott would kill her if he ever found out. But being the dominatrix had finally become an all-consuming passion for Veronica. Once she'd opened herself up to those violently erotic vibrations and tapped the bottomless reservoir of dark, dread energies that swelled in the pits of her mind, she could not turn that current off.
Every new domination session just increased her obsession for the dark world of the dominatrix. She was addicted to her own cruel role of the ferocious woman, the torturer-redeemer!
Tamar and her husband Scott were fairly straight. They didn't do the more far-out stuff as far as Veronica knew. But the very sight of Thalia on that video tape had made Veronica s pussy dripping wet.
Thalia looked like the most innocent creature ever born on this earth. She was at an early age, where she could be highly receptive to new ideas, new ways. Veronica really wanted to introduce her to some of the kinkier variations of sex. She wanted to show that little darling what reality was all about.
Veronica had packed into her suitcase a whip and leather thongs for binding the wrists and binding the feet. She'd brought along a collar for the neck and a hard rubber paddle as well, for beating the young girl's ass. There was a dildo and an anal-intruding device, as well as her black leather outfit and its high-heeled boots, of course.
She packed all that into a separate suitcase. She only prayed that her sister and her husband would not be too inquisitive. She knew them fairly well, and knew that usually they respected others' privacy.
Veronica's pussy quivered. She smirked mischievously. She liked the whole outrageousness of going through with her plans. She realized the dangers, and was right on the verge of accepting them. She still had to develop a plan. But she couldn't really do that until she got there. She'd have to snoop into every square inch of the house and discover the perfect chamber for carrying out her dark designs on that young angel.
Time schedules would be of the utmost importance. She could not afford to get caught, and would not even contemplate risking it. She wanted to take the young woman at her own leisure, with the minimal risks. Sexual domination was not something that you threw upon a novice on the spur of the moment. It took hours of contemplation and a careful adaptation to each and every slave's needs.
Many of Veronica's closest friends were into the domination trip. Many of those women were professional dominatrixes. Veronica had already listened to a thousand stories from those paid dominatrixes of how they all made their first acquaintances with their prospective slaves. It was all done in a very business-like manner, not handled at all differently from an interview with a therapist, or even an audition for a film-role.
The would-be slave would meet with the dominatrix at the designated place and time. She would ask him many personal, very perceptive questions that would reveal to her just where he was coming from, where he was at, and where, of course, he might be going to. That was of the ultimate importance.
No dominatrix, even the best, could play guessing games. If the Lady didn't know her clientele, then she was not worth the suit of leather that she wore. And that was no exaggeration.
A dominatrix had to know why, in explicit detail, a man wanted to be her slave. She had to know whether he was single, or whether he was happy, what kind of job he held, what his recreations and pastimes were.
Sometimes, rather frequently, in fact, a dominatrix had to turn a man down because he was unacceptable as a slave. Not every fellow or every lady was the right material for a dominatrix to work with. If the person was overly hostile, then he or she was too hot, too dangerous, to handle. Some men pretended to want domination, but resented it when it was offered them. They fought right up to the very end. Little pleasure or understanding could be exchanged between the dominatrix and her slave when the slave responded like that.
Veronica stroked her pussy some more. The combined effect of watching her sexy hero on the screen and the dark and lascivious thoughts that coursed relentlessly through her mind made her tremendously excited. She thirsted for the feelings of flesh against her throbbing clit and burning pussy. Her fingers would serve the purpose well-enough right now.
Veronica made absolutely certain that the fellow, a greying man in his late fifties was paying attention to the screen. She checked the blanket upon her lap and the movement of the flight attendants. The sheer naughtiness of the situation thrilled her powerfully. She wished to just bury her hands up her running cunt and pleasure herself. Maybe she didn't have the whole cabin to herself as she once had, and maybe, she didn't have that playboy's cock, but none of that was really needed. Her own sweating, eager hands were good enough, if not even better. There were those times when Veronica could pleasure herself better than any man or woman could satisfy her.
Veronica manipulated her fingers around and around. She forced them over the lip of her sexy black silken panties which felt so wonderfully sensuous against her flesh.
The lady pressed her index finger down upon her clit in a teasing way. She closed her eyes and started to watch the fireworks fly. When Veronica was really aroused it didn't take all that much to get her off. A slight touch here and a caress there could make her writhe in spasms.
Of course, on this airline flight, she could not writhe as freely as she might have liked. She tried very hard not to squirm. Even the old fellow sitting next to her might notice if she started to shake and quake and moan and groan. On Canadian Airlines such behavior was not considered civilized.
She looked through the corner of her eye. The fellow was grinning from ear to ear, really digging on the film. He was oblivious to the reality about him. He existed totally and thoroughly on that silver cinematic screen.
A flight attendant walking down the aisle from behind saw Veronica moving about a little too quickly. She leaned over and whispered into her ear. "Is everything all right, Miss?"
Veronica was startled, but didn't dare show it. She merely nodded her head up and down as though to say yes. She told the flight attendant, "Yes, thank you, I was just trying to get comfortable." Luckily for her she had avoided outright embarrassment by swiftly withdrawing her fingers from her clit and her cunt and placing them innocently upon the outer side of the blanket, on her lap. She folded her hands.
The stewardess smiled and asked warmly, 'May I get you another blanket, Miss? '
Veronica shook her head. "No. But thank you, anyway."
"How about another pillow?" the girl asked her. "It would really be no trouble at all, I assure you."
Veronica didn't care if it was all the trouble in the world to that young lady. She just wanted to be left alone. Even the old buzzard next to her was looking her way and frowning. He didn't like the disturbance.
Veronica just shook her head and pursed her lips. The flight attendant at last got the message. She gave Veronica another warm smile and strutted off down the aisle.
The movie was reaching its climax. Veronica decided that it was time for her to reach hers as well . ...
She didn t give a shit if the old fellow next to her caught on. She just wanted to come. She yearned to satisfy her incredibly strong sexual urge. Nothing short of a complete orgasm would do.
The lady quaked. Her fingers really clicked on her cunt and her clit. Her pussy trembled all over in a chaotic way. She was knocking herself out like few lovers could pleasure a lady.
She felt herself about to come. Her pussy trembled. Her clit throbbed. Her face flushed a brilliant red. She experienced a delightful rapture from head to toe.
She let out a small sigh as her pussy let its load of female comejuices drip down into her sexy black silken panties and down her legs.
The fellow next to her still had his earphones on, his eyes glued to the movie-screen. He knew nothing of what she was feeling.
Veronica tried hard not to kick out at the chair in front of her. The spasms that racked her body were absolutely terrific. She quivered all over. She bit down upon her tongue. She bit down until it really hurt. That was the only thing that could keep her from going out of control as this frantic ecstasy overwhelmed her.
Veronica raised her fingers to her nose and sniffed her own pussyjuices. They were sweeter and nicer than any perfume. She put her fingertips to her tongue. The pussyjuices tasted just like expensive candy.
Soon the plane would land in Toronto. Soon the dominatrix would have a chance, if she were brave and crazy enough, to taste another woman's sweet pussyjuices, her very own niece's.
Veronica leaned back in her seat and stretched out, happy to be alive on this wonderful day in May, truly joyful!! !
CHAPTER SEVEN
Veronica stepped into the home of her in-laws.
Tamar! ' Veronica gasped. 'You're looking so grand!! "
Tamar smiled as her far more outwardly going sister kissed her on the cheeks. She liked her sister plenty. She was glad that Veronica knew how to express both their love for one another.
Scott stood there on the side. He was the perfect image of the gentleman. Scott was tall and proud. He always kept a rigid face, and when he smiled his lips hardly moved. Right now he was smiling. Veronica sensed that he welcomed her visit. He'd never showed much enthusiasm in the past when she came over, but then again Scott showed hardly any enthusiasm over anything.
Veronica clasped Scott in her arms. She kissed him, intentionally pressing her lips up to his. She knew that that would tease him, that it would embarrass him. She liked that. The next best thing to outright dominating men was making them blush.
Scott mumbled, "It's nice to have you over, Veronica. Always good to see you."
Veronica murmured, "It's nice to visit all of you nice people, Scott.' Then she focused her attention on her niece, the gorgeous Thalia.
Thalia rushed forwards to embrace her Aunt Veronica. She was a passionate, emotionally-charged child, and could dance and sing like a Nature spirit. Veronica clasped her in her arms with a warm embrace. She kissed her niece upon the cheeks. Her fingertips grazed gently, tenderly over the young woman's breasts, in a very innocent, unremarkable way, of course. After all, Thalia's parents were right there, watching.
Thalia spoke, "Veronica, I haven't seen you in five years! It's so wonderful, your coming here!"
That was true. Veronica had not seen her niece in the flesh for fully half a decade. But she had spoken with her frequently over the phone, and she had communicated with her on the mailed video tapes. But seeing her in person was different. Veronica shivered with naughty anticipation. She thought of what she wanted to do with that darling angel. She had all her tools of the trade right there in her leather luggage-bag, waiting to be used.
Veronica smiled at her beautiful niece and responded, 'You've grown so, my darling Thalia!! You've become quite the young woman."
It didn't require any supernatural perception to see that. Thalia was a ravishing beauty by any man's or any woman's standards. Her words practically dripped with honey when she spoke. She moved like the wind, or the running water. Her cheeks were as pink as ripened peaches. Her breasts looked as firm and big and juicy as melons.
Veronica thrilled as she stared down at her niece's breasts. She licked her lips as her mouth began to water. She could taste the nectar of crushed apples and dripping pears. She was sure that that young lady's sweat would taste that sweet and wonderful!
Veronica made up her mind right then and there that she wanted that girl, whatever the risks, whatever the costs. She hadn't been decided on the flight over the two thousand miles of terrain that separated Vancouver Island from Toronto, Ontario. But the sight of that gorgeous wonder named Thalia instantly gave her direction. There was no way that she could keep her hands off that sweetheart!! !
Tamar and her husband Scott were out of the house. They both had important investment dealings to take care of in the city. Tamar had asked Veronica if she minded staying home alone with Thalia for the day. Veronica had smiled and shook her head. 'Mind it?" the redhead chuckled. 'I've been looking forward to such a chance. I'd really like to get to know my niece better!! "
Veronica had spoken the truth, but Tamar and Scott could not have guessed how far that truth went. Veronica wanted more that sweet socializing when it came to that sixteen-year-old beauty. Veronica wanted her in the total sense of the word, DESIRE!!
Veronica and Thalia played in the rec room together. Veronica slammed the ball off the wall while her niece slammed it back. It was marvelously invigorating exercise. Both women panted loudly. The sweat poured down their faces. Their skin glowed crimson.
Veronica slammed the rubber ball with her palm against the hard, flat wall with a sudden, swift movement. Thalia leaped to whack the ball, but was not quick enough. She flung her whole body forward. She crashed to the floor.
Veronica threw herself forwards. She crouched to the floor. She took her fallen niece into her arms. She lifted up Thalia's face and gazed into her eyes Instinctively, she pressed her sweat-dripping red-painted lips to her niece's
Thalia returned her kiss. She gasped out of shock and the need for air even as they kissed. Veronica clasped the young woman in her arms and stroked her around the bosom. Finally, when Veronica drew her face away and looked back down into her niece's eyes, Thalia smiled nervously and asked, "What does it mean?"
Veronica chuckled, "It means whatever you want it to. Just as every kiss you've ever gotten, and just as every kiss you'll ever give or receive."
Thalia flushed, then asked, lowering her eyes, "Can we do it again, Aunt Veronica? I like it."
Veronica's heart thrilled. She hadn't guessed that her niece was half as receptive as this. If she could steal kisses from the young beauty so easily, perhaps she could steal more than that . ...
Veronica pressed her face to Thalia's once more. This time she ran her lips up and down and across the young lady's pink, hot cheeks. Then their lips met once more. Veronica darted her tongue into her niece's mouth. She stabbed at Thalia's tongue. The niece groaned. She loved it.
Veronica withdrew her tongue and lips, then whispered to her precious niece, "Would you like me to teach you a wonderful game, Thalia? It s like this, only far more fun!! "
Thalia nodded her head. She placed her hand upon Veronica's arm. She stroked the older woman's hot skin. Veronica let out a moan of delight. She inhaled deeply. Her niece was wearing a powerful, marvelous perfume that gave off the scent of lilacs. Mixing with the young woman's hot sweat, the lilac-aroma became something fantastically sexual.
Veronica's pussy quivered. The warm cunt-juices sprayed around within her passionately gyrating vagina . ...
Veronica stood upon the purple and red carpet of the lavishly decorated parlor. She had attired herself in her very erotic leather outfit. She trembled with her wild anticipation, but remained cool on the outside. That was the role of the dominatrix, to burn like fire inside, but to act as cold as ice, until the whipping and heavy abuse started . ...
The dominatrix had not been half as excited as this since the day she'd called all her male and female slaves over for a fantastic orgy. Misty had been her whip and weapons-bearer.
Three dozen men and women slaves had performed in those wild, whip-cracking revels. Veronica had excelled herself that time.
"Piss, you slutty bitches!! " she'd screamed to her female slaves. "Piss your hot, stinking golden showers over those lousy. Mother-fucking bastards!! ! "
The females crouched over their male slave-lovers' chests and let loose their hot loads of piss. The males shrieked out their ferocious protests. Veronica's whip descended. The great, hard, and long bullwhip cracked against the sizzling flesh of those leather-bound, piss-covered males.
Then Veronica ordered Misty to help her untie the male slaves, who were put to the task of binding the female slaves to the cold, dungeon walls. The males attacked their female lovers with a passion. The stinking piss on their chests gave them all the incentive they needed.
Their pricks throbbed big and hard. When Veronica commanded, 'Fuck the bitch-slaves up the mouth!! " those male slaves did their duty. They slammed their hot pricks right down to the balls into the mouths of the squirming, leather-bound women.
When a male slave was not being brutal or dirty enough, Veronica cracked him against the back or on his ass-cheeks. That got him going. Those girls got their mouths fucked with the meanest and wildest cocks they'd ever tasted.
Those bound strumpets choked on the hot, creamy torrents of come that flooded down their throats. The males slapped their balls cruelly into the women's faces. They made the girl slave's gag on their burning meatpoles that sprouted endless supplies of red-hot raging come.
But this time the excitement was of a different nature, Veronica thought to herself. She was not dealing with squirming, masses of cocks and cunts. This was not going to be a ballet of whipped flesh and demonic fury.
She intended to initiate a real person, a virgin woman, into the art of sexual dominance. Thalia was sweet and innocent enough to make the ideal slave. Veronica had detected those tell-tale signs that told her that Thalia was cut-out for the slave-trip. Innocence and beauty of her degree yearned, craved to be degraded and polluted with the searing flashes of leather whips and the storms of blasting insults. Yes! She'd put this darling niece of hers on the right track. She'd give her the ideal introduction into the dark arts of sexual domination.
'Come in, Thalia! ' Veronica snapped. Her voice only hinted at the evil, wild intensity that it could reach. It was not yet time to throw the full-brunt of her black powers at the girl. Thalia had to be lured by degrees into her role as an obedient slave . ...
The sixteen-year-old entered. She wore a loose white gown, with nothing under it except her luscious body. Veronica stared at the young woman's gorgeous build. She licked her lips passionately. It took all the restraint within her not to crack that leather whip that she held and howl out her impassioned insults.
'Get on your knees, Thalia!" Veronica barked. She pointed to the floor.
Thalia chuckled. "That's silly! What a weird game this is, Veronica!! "
Veronica lashed out with her whip. She aimed very carefully. Only the last inch of the striking leather touched her niece. It flicked the girl right on the right nipple. Thalia roared out with surprise and pain. She clasped her breast and fell to the floor. She started to wail out her tears.
"Aunt Veronica!! What's wrong with you!! You said this was for fun!! You hurt me!! My tit!! My tit!! It's in pain!! " Thalia got more than she'd bargained for. The virgin beauty didn't yet know that the domination scene was not a game, but was reality.
Veronica dropped her whip and rushed over towards the fallen girl, who clasped her arms about her own body in a protective embrace. The girl trembled all over, and that excited Veronica. Her own slave, Misty, had grown too tolerant to the fear and the pain. Breaking in a new, virgin slave was something special!
She grasped Thalia viciously by the hair. She rugged upon it violently. Maybe not as violently as she would have done with one of her own battle-hardened slaves, but hard enough to make the girl gasp and writhe in terror.
Take off your dress, Thalia!! " Veronica demanded. '! want to see some skin!! Hurry up, lady! Or I'll beat you with the whip some more!! "
Thalia looked up into the sneering, vicious face of her tormenter and wailed, "No!! I won't!! Leave me alone!! I've had enough of this, Veronica!! Let me go, or I'll tell my parents!! "
Veronica knew that the girl was only protesting because of the way she had been brought up, the way she had been taught to react to aggressiveness. Had she felt that her niece really meant what she wailed, she would have stopped and done no more. But Veronica sincerely believed that Thalia wanted to be beaten and insulted and subjugated. There was a sassiness to that young woman's voice, a sassiness that yearned to be subjugated.
'So you ll tell your Mom and Dad, will you now, you little bitch!! ' Veronica had been tempted to call her niece a cunt, but thought that it was still to early to start bombarding the girl with the heavy-fire verbal abuse.
Veronica tore the child's white dress off her back. She prayed that it was not one of the girl's better dresses, simply because she didn't want her sister and brother-in-law to take notice.
The leather-garbed dominatrix ripped a fragment of the dress off and tied it vigorously around the girl's shouting mouth. "NO! NO!! NO!! ! " Thalia had protested until her mouth was filled with the tightly wrapped fabric.
Veronica smirked. "Fuck! You do look like the hot young bitch!! " The dominatrix reached down and pushed the teenager on her back.
"Here's some leather for you!! " Veronica snarled. She'd already flung the leather thongs to the floor before Thalia made her entrance. Veronica had intended it all to work out this way. She'd expected the girl to stop where she d stopped, to protest and give her sassy replies. Veronica had already gauged her own reactions to the novice slave. Nothing was a surprise to the dominatrix. She had seen too much, dominated too many slaves already, to be astounded at anything!
The dominatrix wrapped the leather thongs around the teenager wrists. Thalia struggled. She groaned and she kicked and tried to flail her arms. But Veronica suppressed her with the weight of her leather-clad body. She forced the woman to the ground. She pressed her sharp boot's high-heel against the girl's ass-cheeks in a very threatening way. Thalia slowly began to give in. Veronica had acted fast enough, and hard enough. She d knocked the wind out of the surprised young lady.
Next, Veronica attacked the young woman's legs. She gripped the other set of black leather thongs and tightened them around the woman s calves.
Thalia whimpered. She shook from head to toe with her fright. She hadn't even remotely suspected that Veronica's ' game' was going to be like this. This surely was light-years apart from the kissing that they'd done before.
Veronica jerked testingly on the leg-strap. It held. She smiled with self-pride. She then leaned over and yanked Thalia's head up by her long red hair. She purred dangerously into her ear, "OK, you hot slut!! Now's the time for you to learn the proper manners of a slave.
"Rule Number One is that you grovel at you Mistress feet! That means grovel, grovel now you filthy, God-forsaken bitch!! Crawl across the floor like the worm you are!! Wriggle on over to the couch!!
"And remember!! If you stop, or try anything unbecoming, this is what I'll give you!! " Veronica jabbed the sharp point of her high-heel a full inch into Thalia's ass-hole. The girl squirmed. She would have shrieked out in pain and anger, but the gag that covered her mouth made that impossible. She could only suffer. She could only endure the abuse that the dominatrix, her alluring, sweet-mannered, Aunt Veronica, was giving her.
"You grovel!! I said, move!! Start squirming on over to that couch, or I'll poke my fucking boot right up your shithole, girl!! ! "
Thalia had never heard such foul, evil language before, not even when her parents quarreled in the most heated disputes. This was something new and terrifying to her. And yet, in a strange and indescribable way, she liked it. She found herself beginning to enjoy the slurs and the pain and the ultimate abuse. She felt herself succumbing to the spell of her Aunt, sinking under Veronica's terrible magnetism. It were as if her aunt had practiced a spell of black magic upon her, had given her the snake-eyes.
Thalia squirmed across the floor. Her flesh was worn raw against the carpet.
Veronica snickered at that. She knew slaves back on Vancouver Island who did the same, only on a cold, hard dungeon floor, in the darkness that was infested by the terrors of the imagination.
Thalia tried to scream, but she could not. She choked on the rag that bound her mouth. Veronica cracked her on the ass with her hard, rubber paddle. The girl trembled from the searing waves of pain. She bucked herself forwards. She dreaded when the paddle would fall again.
The dominatrix was pleased. This introduction was progressing rather smoothly. Few beginning slaves squirmed as well as Thalia. Thalia moved along with the best of them.
Veronica whacked down her paddle again. The hard flat rubber smacked the teenage slave hard on the buttocks. Thalia fell forwards, squirming in her pain and fear.
Veronica hadn't struck her slave for any reason, save for her own erotic pleasure. The dominatrix fondled her pussy. The juices dripped from her pink cunt lips, and ran up the length of her fingers. She groaned. "Oh you fucking beauty!! You shall become my favorite slave!! "
That was a very unusual comment for a dominatrix to make towards a slave, especially in the dominating act. But she couldn't help herself. Thalia was unique among the slaves who she'd dominated. Thalia was both a hot slut and a creamy-dreamy angel to that erotically-possessed Veronica. She both wanted to whack the living daylights out of her sassy ass and kiss that woman passionately upon the lips as her lover. Of course, the two did not go together. The contradiction was tearing her apart!
Veronica made the only choice that a true dominatrix could have. She whacked the forwards-squirming slave once again upon the ass-cheeks with her paddle. This time she struck much harder than before. The girl's face turned from sweaty white to feverish red. Thalia shivered devilishly, under the infernal torment that Veronica was applying.
The dominatrix howled, 'You're a slave, and that's all you will ever be!! You re nothing but meat to beat!! ! "
Veronica acted outrageously. She brought down the paddle again in a rapid succession of ass-beating whacks. Thalia felt each one of those stinging strokes. She shivered. Infuriated, outraged by this sixteen-year-old beauty's charms!! What right did she have to outshine her Mistress, the ravishing Veronica?!
"Move it, slave!! Get your sweet ass to the couch!! Crawl, crawl across the dirt like the foul serpent that you are!! ! "
Thalia reached the couch. Veronica crouched down and lifted the girl up by her boobs and her wrist-strap. She forced her head onto the couch's cushions, leaving her legs draping over the couch.
Veronica snickered as she swiftly reached out for her dildo. This darling, innocent virgin slave was not going to be a virgin for much longer!! Veronica had decided that it was high time for Thalia to lose her virginity. Her dominatrix cock was as good a prick as any to break her cherry, if not the best!!
The dominatrix leaned over. She pressed her black leather-clad body tightly to the naked slave's sweaty, raw, and quivering flesh. She whispered harshly into the girl's ear, ' I'M GOING TO BUST YOUR CHERRY, SLAVE!! NONE OF MY SLAVES IS A VIRGIN!! YOU'RE A HOT SLUT, THALIA, AND I WANT YOU TO FEEL LIKE ONE!! ! "'
Veronica held back at the last instant, just as she was pressing the cockhead into her niece's quivering cunt lips. She put the dildo down and unbound the cloth that rendered her niece dumb. The teenager gasped for air and with relief when her make-shift mouth-strap was removed.
Veronica asked the young woman point-blank, laying her arm on the sweaty shoulders of the well-developed female, "Do you want it to happen, Thalia? Do you want me to make you a woman?'
Thalia shook her head up and down. The perspiration ran down her red cheeks. Her eyes opened wide. She gasped, "Yes, Veronica, yes!! I want you too!! Press the prick into me, oh, please!! Please do it!! I'll do anything you ask of me!! I promise!! Just, please, push it into me!"
Veronica trembled with exultation. She'd come very far already. The dominatrix stroked her niece's hair, half-affectionately, and murmured, "Good slave. But you must beg for it, as all slaves must beg for their pleasure.
"I want to hear you say, 'FUCK ME, MY LADY! FUCK ME, PLEASE!! I AM YOUR OBEDIENT SLAVE!! I WILL LICK YOUR BOOTS OFF!! I WILL KISS YOUR ASS WHEN YOU BEAT ME WITH YOUR WHIP!! I WILL BATHE IN YOUR GOLDEN SHOWERS WHEN YOU DEMAND IT, MY MISTRESS!! "
Thalia groaned out the words she was expected to repeat. Veronica readied the dildo with one hand, while with her left hand she stroked her own pussy in a wild, impassioned way. Her cunt quivered. Her clit went mad with delight.'. ' Veronica was in the mood to fuck!! Her blood boiled over with eroticism!!
When the last words were spoken, " . . BEAT ME WITH YOUR WHIP!! I WILL BATHE IN YOUR GOLDEN SHOWERS WHEN YOU DEMAND IT, MY MISTRESS!! " Veronica could hold herself back no longer. She grasped the dildo in both her passion-charged hands and pressed it firmly into her pussylips.
Veronica quivered as she pressed the dildo in deeper and deeper into her newly-discovered slave's palpitating cunt.
Thalia trembled wildly, but the leather thongs that held her wrists and her ankles kept her from flailing out in her passion. She started to cry as the hard, huge penis-shaped dildo's bulbous scarlet cockhead pressed up firmly against her cherry, a cherry that had never known the ramming of a man's hot prick.
Veronica smirked, then whispered into the girl's sweat-immersed ear, "Of course, it hurts, you hot young bitch!! But soon it will feel good!! I promise you!! Just as I shall give you pain when you are a bad slave, I shall reward you with pleasure when you are an obedient slave!! ! "
It was not difficult for the penis-shaped ramrod to break down that cherry. The hymen tore with a muffled pop as the dildo burst through. The angle at which the slave girl was perched allowed the rubber prick to enter deeply into her with the minimum difficulty.
Thalia's pussylips clasped vigorously against the shaft that the dominatrix manipulated slowly up and down, in and out, of the lovehole. The teenage hussy pressed her face into the cushions of the couch and buried it there. She didn't want even her "Lady" to see the wild pleasure that she was now experiencing!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Finally, Veronica returned to grand Craigdarroch Castle in Victoria, on her beloved Vancouver Island. She left her sister Tamar's house feeling like a changed woman. She learned a new aspect of playing the dominatrix. Never in the past had she truly loved one of her slaves. At the most she might have liked a choice slave, like her obedient Misty. But with Thalia, it had been love at first sight.
Veronica had had the opportunity to carry out her cruel lovegames with the once-innocent Thalia on two other occasions before she made her departure. The domiriatrix had decided that it would have been pressing her luck to carry on the relationship with Thalia right under her parents' noses.
But once Thalia came of age, the teenager had promised, she would come and live in the vast, golden-trimmed halls of Craigdarroch. Veronica let her know in no uncertain way that there would always be a place for her there.
The sun felt warm on the naked flesh of her arms. Veronica strolled through the colorful gardens of Craigdarroch, gardens that rivaled even the Buschart Gardens outside of the city. The flowers were golden and scarlet, blue and purple. Veronica caressed a crimson rose. She breathed in deeply. The fragrance was intoxicating.
Misty strolled down the cloistered path. Veronica saw her from the corner of her eye. Nothing could go past that Lady. She was eternally observant.
"Misty!! " Veronica snapped. The maid froze. She looked towards her Mistress.
'Yes, my Lady,' Misty answered. She gave a curt bow to her Mistress.
These flowers, they're beginning to dry? Why didn't you water them this morning like I told you to, before the sun rose high?"
Misty defended herself in her low, sweet voice, 'But I did, my Lady. I made certain to water them. Ever since the gardener has gone on vacation, I've treated these flowers like my very own! '
"Like your very own! ' Veronica snapped. "You importune hussy! ' She glared at her slave maid. "Come over here, Misty!! Come over here and repeat those words!! Let's see how brave you are up close, bitch!! ! , . "
Misty quailed with delicious pangs of fear and desire. She knew that her Lady's ire was up. There was no way to escape it. Veronica was going to give her a vigorous spanking!! !
Veronica glared wickedly at her maid slave. The girl had done nothing wrong. But Veronica needed a whipping-post. She was burning with the first pangs of the terrible frustration that would increase in the days to come. It would be living Hell having to wait those two long years for her beloved niece Thalia to mature. Slaves were not that hard to come by, even the better ones, compared to the nearly insurmountable hazards of incestuous sexual domination. No one, not even this lovely, lusciously obedient maid of hers, remotely turned her on as her very own niece had. She almost cursed herself for ever having made that trip to Toronto. Had she never gone, she would not have tasted of that forbidden fruit. She would not now know what it meant to be without one's true love.
Veronica at least clung cherishingly to the belief that her darling slave-niece Thalia would not forget her, would wait those two years patiently and secretively, and then come to Craigdarroch to spend many long years of dominated, submissive bliss. She knew that she could not live without that belief. She even know, only two days after her last dominatrix session with the slave niece, yearned to beat those sweet white buttocks of her Thalia pink with her black leather whip and hard rubber paddle!!
But Misty was here for the taking. She would have to serve Veronica's devilish pleasures. She would have to give the dominatrix the joys of this dark love that they indulged in.
Misty approached her Mistress. She fell to her knees, in a posture of submission. She gazed down at the mud at the base of the flowerbed, the mud that was undeniable proof that those flowers had been watered. But that didn't matter. The reality in the dominatrix' mind was not the reality of the earth and these roses. It was Veronica's dread imagination that now surfaced and dominated the scene. Veronica only saw the desert of her own incestuous passions, the barren lands whereon she yearned for her sweet niece Thalia to be! . .
Veronica the dominatrix slapped her maid in the head. She hissed like a striking viper as she beat her voluptuous servant.
Misty emitted a groan. She knew that that groan would arouse her Lady's passions, would bring the full wrath of the dominatrix crashing down upon her poor, unfortunate self.
That was precisely what the maid yearned for. She craved to be beaten and mocked by her cruel Mistress.
Veronica fell down to her own knees and grasped Misty by the ears. She tugged viciously upon the maid's earlobes, shrieking, "You look at me when I'm speaking to you, you dirty, hot bitch!! Do you hear what I'm saying to you, you wretched slut!! Gaze into my eyes, you hunk of cunting pork!! ! "
Misty shivered. She gazed her Mistress in the eyes. Veronica rewarded her with a stinging slap across the face. The dominatrix slowly reached out her two hands. She knew that her maid would not dare move, would not want to move . ...
Veronica pinched the girl's tits. She pinched those nipples right through her maid's costume. She squeezed until Misty let out a terrible scream.
"You naughty slave," Veronica chastised her maid. 'You should listen to your Lady. It is you who makes me do these terrible deeds to you!! You make me punish you, because you are so wicked!! Look down, see the dry dirt!! It's as dry as sand!! Take a closer look!! Feel it!! "
Veronica suddenly grasped the maid by the head and forced her down to the ground. She plunged Misty's face into the cool, brown mud. Then she laughed. She chuckled obscenely at her servant's ridiculous, filthy appearance.
Misty began to weep. She cried out, "I am such a dirty, naughty slave!! I never am good enough for you, my Lady!! I'm sorry!! I tried!! I really tried, my Mistress!! I suppose that I am just a foul, worthless slut!! ! "
Veronica kicked her lightly in the stomach, knocking her down upon her back, so that she fell into the oozing earth. The dominatrix snickered, as she rose to her feet, to tower above her quivering slave. "You are right!! That is just what you are, my slave!! You are a foul, worthless slut!! I hardly know why I put up with you!!
"Just the other day I fucked with a woman who is so much better than you!! And then I made her my slave!! She was sweet and clean and beautiful!! She wasn't the dirty, stinking, two-dollar whore that you are, Misty!! ! "
Misty trembled upon the ground as her Lady pressed her sandaled foot upon her mud-smeared belly and pressed down. Misty pleaded with the dominatrix, "Oh, please, my Lady. Don't crush me underfoot like the worm that I am!! Show me some mercy!! ! "
Veronica stopped pressing her sandal down onto the maid's tummy. Instead, she just kept her foot right where it was, pinning her slave down where she belonged, where she so desperately wanted to be.
"My slave, I think that I shall show you some mercy and give you a favor in the bargain!! I'm feeling especially generous today. How would you like to lick off my sandals!! I've gotten them dirty in wrestling with you?"
Misty shook her head desperately up and down. Veronica almost felt like crushing the buxom strumpet right there. Veronica was assailed by pangs of envy. Misty was getting the ultimate satiation from the ultimate dominatrix, herself, Veronica Turner.
But Veronica yearned to dominate that other woman, that far fairer and sweeter Thalia. Then she realized that she could play wonderful tricks within her mind. She could pretend that Misty was her beloved niece Thalia if she only tried hard enough.
Veronica raised her foot up. Misty leaned forwards, off the muddy ground. She grasped her Mistress' foot with her two hands and pressed her sexy lips to the dirty front of the right foot's sole. She began to lick the leather. She swirled her tongue around and around on that shoe, lapping up the filth that clung to it. The grit bit into her delicate pink muscle like a thousand stabbing knives. Misty quivered with the delicious pain and degradation of the moment.
"Lick it!! You whore!! Lick it!! " Veronica purred down. She wasn't even looking at Misty. She was just imagining . ... She closed her eyelids and gasped. She slid her fingers down into her cunt and started to stroke it sensuously. Her clit trembled. She pressed down on that love-button and moaned out her terrific pleasure.
Misty realized that her Mistress was lost in her fantasizing. That didn't bother the maid at all. She loved being exploited as a nameless instrument of her dominatrix' pleasure. Also, this gave her the opportunity to pleasure herself. She reached down with her free left hand and stroked her own hot crotch. The sensations were fantastic!! She moaned and groaned and trembled with her feverish delight!!
Veronica opened her eyes. She wanted to see the erotic sight of her maid licking and lapping at her leather soles. She shrieked out in wild rage when she saw her slave fondling herself. She swiftly, sharply booted her Misty in the face with her upraised shoe.
"How dare you pleasure yourself without your Lady's permission!! " the dominatrix roared. "You may not touch your privies without my consent. Tell me, my slave, how many times have I told you this?"
Misty quivered. Her trembling pussy, though it was no longer being touched, quivered even more crazily, even more deliriously.
"A thousand times and more!! ! " the slave maid replied honestly and obediently. "You have told me so many times already, my Lady, that I have forgotten!! ! "
Veronica snarled, "I'll say that you have forgotten!! Tell me, my Misty, what do we do at Craigdarroch with slaves who forget, who do not faithfully obey their Mistress rules?"
Misty responded skillfully. "The slaves are punished, my Lady. The punishment for such an offense as masturbation is very severe, indeed!! ! "
Veronica was pleased. Misty knew all the loops, all the ins and outs of the submissive side of play. "And what is the punishment that I have designated, you wretched piece of squirming offal, you buxom, hot-lipped pig?! "
Misty responded laconically, with but a single word, "WHIPPING!! ! "
Veronica pulled her foot away from her maid and hissed down, "Get up!! ! "
Misty stumbled to her feet, carefully eyeing her mistress, preparing to be stricken down suddenly by the lust-crazed dominatrix. Veronica's dark passions had surfaced fully now. Her outer appearance was now like a dark, storm-tossed sea. Nothing less than a brutal whipping of the guilty slave maid's buttocks would suffice!!
"I AM SORRY, MY MISTRESS!! ! I AM SORRY!! ! " Misty exclaimed. Her pussy teetered on the verge of experiencing a tremendous, spasmodic orgasm.
Veronica smirked cruelly. She eyed her slave intensely. "March!" she commanded. "March or die!! ! "
"Where to?" Misty asked in a broken, wavering tone.
To the Tower Room, of course, you bitch!! ! " Veronica howled!! !
Veronica draped herself with her very tight-fitting black leather outfit. She strapped the tight black top to her protruding bosom, crushing her globular boobs under the intense pressure. She felt really mean. She snarled in the mirror. She was ready to go!!
Misty and she met in the Tower Room.
The slave trembled. She had donned a polka-dotted, red and yellow Fool's costume.
Veronica laughed at her mockingly, "Don't you look the idiot, my fucking, pussy-faced slave?! " The dominatrix cracked her whip. She lashed out, again and again, at the disobedient slave.
Misty cuddled into a ball, on the brilliantly polished marble flags of the mosaic-decorated Tower Room floor. She closed her eyes. The slanting rays of the sun streaming through the stained-glass windows blinded her. She feared to see the whacking, cracking snake-like whip.
"I'm sorry, my Lady!! Please forgive me, my Mistress!! " Misty pleaded to the dominatrix. Veronica beat her harder, with a greater passion than she had done for a long, long time. The pain of the lashing whip was almost as severe as Claudia's whipping of her ass had been. Misty hoped that her own Mistress had not gone over the edge.
The slave maid had little to fear, though. Veronica was in top form. She knew her maid's tolerance of pain better than any woman on earth, far better than even Misty herself. Veronica cheered up as she whipped her groveling servant. Her eyes became as bright as shooting stars. She groaned and gasped with her wild, ecstatic joy!!
She determined to live as fully as she could!! Those two years would fly as swiftly as birds on wing if she indulged in her dark arts, partook in her terrible, sweet, forbidden passions.
Then she would be reunited forever with her precious Thalia. Veronica knew that once Thalia came to Craigdarroch life would be sweet. The only pains would be delicious. The only agonies would be exultant!!
Till then, Misty would do very nicely . ...
The whip cracked again.
The slave maid quailed.
Both dominatrix and slave came in fiery orgasms!!
Veronica sat alone in her dark tower. She stared contemplatively into the ornately gilded golden-framed mirror.
"I am the dark enchantress of dreams!" she whispered aloud. .
"I am the witch, who with her dread sorceries, makes men pollute themselves in their sleep, who makes them yearn to grasp a woman's supple flesh, and desire to feel the crimson sting of my whip!! "
She lashed her whip into the darkness, that was only broken by the slanted silvery moonbeams streaming in through the stained glass windows in the peaked roof and the hundred red and black candles that burned on the periphery of the gloom-huanted chamber.
"I lust to torture men's pricks with my black magic!" the dominatrix laughed demonically. She rose to her feet. "I shall make them come to me, to grovel at my feet!! " At that she snarled. She knew the kind of magic that would make the men come. She had that sort of wizardry in abundance.
"Yes! Yes!! " she shrieked, fondling her beaver under her black leather regalia's erotic opening. "I shall tame the foul barbarians!! They shall hang from the rafters and from the walls!!
"Their cocks I'll suck until they expire from my delicious torments. And then I'll wake them with ice-water for more of the ecstasy and the agony, the pleasure and the pain!! ! "
She began to do a bizarre dervish, that woman of darkness. She did it to the dark gods of lust and blood that she served. She knew that her boobs and her cunt and her gorgeous ass were nothing more or less than the instruments by which her dread masters recruited their following of depraved men. Men who willingly gave up their eternal souls for a few hours of joyful agony by the most beautiful of tormenters!!
"How ravishing I am!! " Veronica called out into the echoing gloom. "The slaves will be here soon!! " She cracked her whip against the silver face of the mirror. "They shall be the sacrifices that I shall offer up to you, my gods of Evil!! There asses shall bleed and their pricks shout in horror!!
"It shall all be for you, my glorious devils!! All for you!! I give them to your black desires!! Take them, my Lords!! Devour the luscious slaves!! ! "
