Mistress A on hearing this started to tap her foot in annoyance although not willing to start a discussion which the three condemned men would hear. Emilia knowing her friend and lover so well however got the meaning and said "Just my little joke David, no harm done". Followed by a slight pause then "Yet" said with some malice.
David tended not to agree it wasn't a joke to him, the training however paid off he remained silent.
Emilia sighed and then added "In fact I hear you have been quite the little star if reports are true, are they?"
He was unsure it he should answer so again he held his tongue. There was a slight pause then she snapped "Move to Two, both of you, free look but no talking unless answering". Both M and David moved.
Looking cautiously round David could see the three men were in an appalling way, the Blackman no longer had a gold tooth, or for that matter any teeth as far as David could guess. All three had cuts and lumps, no body hair at all. Someone had been burning their flesh, with what David could not, and did not want to guess. It soon became clear that Mistress Emilia was fully up to speed with the facts and she turned her attentions on the three miscreants. Speaking in a clear calm matter of fact voice she delivered her sentence. "As you attacked one of my coven it falls to me to try you, normally you would be allowed to stand in front of the Coven Council and plead you case". She looked them one by one in the eyes, her eyes narrowing with loathing and hatred. "There is however no doubt to your guilt, you were taken at the scene. You were willing and did; attack a member of my coven, and you". She snarled at the Blackman "Wanted to rape her!" Unable to help herself she leapt up and took three rapid strides towards him and raked his face with her nails, he cried out, blood seeped from the open tares. Regaining her composure; a little; with a strained voice that clearly indicated the level of supreme restraint she was applying she continued. "Your sentence is of course death". The three men stared, shocked, uncertain that they had heard correctly. You two will go first by slow hanging and torture, you". Focussing all her spite on the leader. "Will be impaled and tortured, but you get to watch first". Moving to her desk she pressed the button David has seen her press the last time he was in the room. As before the Slave-Dogs entered, made their reverences and took the now shocked protesting trio away. Sitting down with a look of eminent satisfaction upon her face she turned her attentions onto M. "Before we go to enjoy the entertainment someone wants a word with you". With that she pressed another button, a few seconds later a Warrior walked in. Moving effortlessly almost as though she was floating she approached the desk, curtsied and then stood in front of M who was looking at her with apprehension; as indeed was his Mistress; it was the First Lady of the rescue squad. Squatting down so that her nose an inch from his she verbally laid into him, she didn't lay a finger on him. David found himself shacking with the fierce onslaught and he wasn't being lectured. M was left in no doubt that the next time a Warrior gave him an instruction he had better instantly obey it, or there would be consequences. His Mistress was slowly going red in the face with anger and eventually moved forward to confront the Warrior. Mistress Emilia intervened quickly "That's enough he's got the message". Then looking at Mistress Shania she placated "He was asked for the gun, normally it would have been taken with force, you can see that can't you?" Mistress Shania glared at the Warrior, who stood up and faced her, there was an uneasy silence which was suddenly broken by M "Mistress I apologise, your quite right, I wasn't thinking clearly, please forgive me, please let me kiss you feet in submission, please. The gun wasn't loaded!" Mistress Shania looked down at her boy and nodded, it had occurred to her that in one way they were both in the wrong, running around with a gun could get you in trouble and in this case even though they had come to the rescue it was still going to be at the very least frowned upon. The Warrior on seeing the nod tuned back to M who went into three and softly kissed both feet, it was David thought more pecks than full kisses. "Thank you boy the matter is ended; a line is drawn" gently spoke the Warrior, the mood lifted as quickly as it had formed.
Emilia spoke with more than a little gusto as she tried to steer things away from the confrontation that had come so close.
"Louise please escort these fine Ladies to the chamber, perhaps David and M can serve tea while we enjoy the rest of the afternoon. I just need to clear up a few matters with our fine friend first". Mistresses Shania and Amphere both curtsied and called their respective boys to heal followed Louise, Mistress Shania still not looking completely happy.
When they were alone Emilia looked at the Warrior and with another sigh said "Even I thought you were a little heavy with him". Glancing at Her boy She continued "I would have had your guts if you'd spoken to Charles like that in front of me, after all it wasn't loaded". Pursing her lips in a pout the Warrior reached into her tight fitting black track suite left trouser pocket and pulled out a soggy cartridge wrapped in plastic bag. Then very purposely and deliberately she placed on the desk, curtsied and left in total silence. Picking it up Mistress Emilia inspected it, smiled and tossed it into the bin and muttered to herself "Sneaky boy, well done!".
On leaving Mistress Blackstocks presence both boys were allowed to rise and follow on foot. Mistress Louise chatted in her soft southern Irish lilting tone, praising all of them for being so brave, clever and strong, she even stopped and gave the miserable looking M a hug which cheered everyone up. Reaching the door to the chamber that David now knew to dread she bid David and M away to the Kitchen for drinks. After the quick obligatory curtsy both men were on their way. David glancing at his friend enquired if he was ok. M gave a 'What the fuck do you think look' but answered "Yep guess so, she really laid into me; didn't she?, I thought she was going to beat the shit out of me, thank fuck Mistress was there. Mind you. "He continued as an after thought. "I thought Mistress was going to take swing at her, that could have been nasty. Anyway they think it was unloaded" he finished with a grin. David patted him on the back as they entered a deserted large commercial fitted kitchen. While David was setting up two trays, grateful that his previous stay at least helped him to find everything he asked "Do you understand what will be happening in there?" he gestured with his head in the direction of the chamber.
M shook his head, David gave him a brief outline of what he had seen the last time. M looked pale and muttered "Mistress will enjoy it, might give her some ideas, like she needs any!" David pointed out that Mistress Shania loved M. M replied "Yep she does, but once that sadistic streak gets a hold she can really go for it, remember the weights?". David nodded, how could he forget, M had been clearly in a lot of pain.
Reaching the door to the chamber David said "Deep breath". They entered.
Two of the thugs were balancing on tiptoe, arms secured halfway up their backs, a thin hangman's noose was round each mans neck, taught and half chocking. Both men David could see were aroused, their members fully erect. The ladies had been joined by Mistress Emilia and her consort. They were laughing, joking and pointing, making fun of the two unfortunates. To his right David could see the Blackman chained to a ring concreted into the floor. He observed opened mouth, unable to comprehend the image before him.
Picking up a black box with a red and blue lead sprouting forth Mistress Louise connected the vicious looking crocodile connectors onto one of the scumbags sack and the tip of his manhood. She then fetched another device and carried out the same actions on the other man. "First one to get them to take both feet off the ground wins round one". She said invitingly. Both her and Mistress Emilia turned dials on the boxes, crisp electricity flowed. Although both men were technically hanging they both made pitiful in-human noises. After 30 seconds the ladies swopped around and Mistress Shania and Mistress A had a go, Mistress A kept adjusting her settings in a well practiced way; and after some 20 seconds the scumbag lifted both feet off the ground his eyes bulging, tongue extending like a pointing finger. The ladies cheered. Removing the leads from the scumbag Mistress A claimed the prize, picking up a riding crop she preceded to destroy scumbags balls. His eyes begged and bulged even more if that was possible, his legs keeps rising and then lowering in a pitiful vain attempt to get air. Mistress Shania seeing this moved all her dials to full and had the pleasure in watching her victim also jerk his legs upwards cutting off a high pitched scream. This emboldened her to switch off the device and use a crop also. The other two joined in slashing away systematically ensuring no section of skin was left undamaged. The rhythmic noise sounded like a canal boats engine, putt putt putt. Both men were clearly close to expiring, "Let's give them five minutes while we have tea". Suggested Mistress Louise, the other agreed and the ropes were lowered six inches, the broken men attempting to keep their balance, sucked air in greedily; and whimpered. Climbing up to the balcony the Ladies each took a seat, David and M served desperate not to be noticed. There was much chat on how to finish them off, finally it was agreed that the parachutes would be fitted and tee lights lit, who ever screamed first would be hoisted all the way up, the other would have to remain burning until the first one was dead before going up. Tea was gulped down in the eager anticipation of what was to come. Mistress A went to do the honours, the others remained to enjoy the show!. David looked at M, M looked back his face blank, trying not to be sick David guessed. Which was exactly how David felt. A "No no pleaseeeeeeeeeeee" jerked David back to the horrific surroundings, both tee lights were now lit and dropped into the little baskets. Scumbag screamed first and was hauled up high so that the cheering women could get a better view. He jerked and danced, eyes bulged again almost popping out of their sockets, the face contorted. Shrill screaming accompanied the dance, curtesy of the other victim who's life now entirely revolved around a living flame. Finally scumbag ceased to move his terrorising days over. Pressing a button Mistress A sent the second criminal upwards, he took some ten minutes to stop dancing. The Ladies had cheered him on, their eyes gleaming.
Mistress A with hands on hips walked up to the terrified Blackman and said "Fancy a bit of cock?" Laughed and shouted up for assistance to get this bum bandit ready. There was a rush to help. The Blackman pleaded and pleaded, his secured body fighting every foot of the way as he was dragged to take centre stage.
With a lot of force, shoving and painful prods with a small knife the condemned man was manoeuvred into position, he was crying and pleading desperate to avoid the anal pointed barbed steel spike that was patiently awaiting for his orifice to embrace it. Finally he was on tip toes, the rod inserted less than an inch, sweat streamed down the terrified features, a dribble of piss briefly flowed, splattering the ground below. David expected the two trap doors that his toes now balanced upon would flip downwards. Instead Mistress A tugged twice on a metal chain that hung from the ceiling, the spike moved a fraction higher into the man, who was unable to move so took half an inch more. The pain inflicted was clearly horrific as he screamed a long bellowing incoherent noise of hell. Mistress A smiled and then laughed, then repeated her actions, another half inch followed, then another. The mans eyes showed complete terror, the screams now silent lip movements of madness. A parachute was attached, then a tea-light lit and deposited. The voice returned, screaming its message of regret and sorrow. Mistress A stood there hands on hips giggling, the other ladies were pointing, laughing and cheering. Briefly the torment ended as he past out. Seeing this Mistress A removed the flame and reached up to slap his face, he came around, horror returned to his features as he regained his whits. Standing as close to him without touching Mistress A gazed into his eyes and with a sudden movement yanked the chain; keeping it in the pulled down position, the trap doors dropped as did the man, his hole ripped asunder, blood flowed wrapping itself down the rod, circling as it made its gravity forced journey. Legs clawed incessantly at the pole desperate to provide some relief. Strange eligible noises spewed from his mouth. Mistress A lifted the parachute and pulled it horizontally stretching his sack, adding to the agony. Her knife cut slowly in a sea-saw action and his testicles plopped onto the ground. He didn't seem to notice or care. Then picking up a pair of pliers she fastened them onto the shrivelled head of his penis and pulled hard, his mouth opened wide at the new pain. Showing him the blood smeared knife she cut through the base of his member, he looked down and watched in a silent stupor. The removed small item of flesh was deposited in his mouth and his lips were sown up, the needle finally plunged through the nose and left. The pliers were then used to rip strips of flesh, nipples, toe nails. Three pulls of the chain and the trap doors moved to a horizontal position and slowly moved upwards, as they reached his bleeding toes another quick pull arrested their progress. Whispering into his ear Mistress A said " Have a good one". Walked up the stairs to rejoin the others and they exited M and David meekly following on. Mistress Louise switched off the lights and the wood be rapist left in almost complete darkness to suffer a long lonely end with only the flickering tee lights from his two sides men for comfort. David was crying, was this to be his fate?
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