Chapter 17

Chapter seventeen

David groaned, it couldn't get any worse could it he thought. Training took over and he moved into three.  That all familiar click click click of heels sounded as Mistress Blackstock walked towards him; then around him, inspecting, checking.  "You've wet yourself!" followed by "That's alcohol I can smell, been drinking boy?"  David closed his eyes resigning himself to his fate.  He moved swiftly into two when the command duly came; as did the slaps on his face, left, right, left his nose started to bleed, trickling down to his chin and then dripping onto his chest.  The blood saved him from further strikes as Mistress Blackstock deigned not to get a Crimson stain on her hands.

Briefly the two ladies chatted, introductions made, rankings established.  The warrior just starred at David with a look of complete indifference on her features.  Switching her attentions back to David Mistress Blackstock commanded him to go and strip in the bathroom and sort himself out.  Moving first to three then two he then crawled out before scurrying to the bathroom.  Luckily for David the Electric Shower still worked, the cold water feed to it not cut off when the boiler was nicked.  He showered quickly and rinsed his tracksuit bottoms.  The flow of blood had ceased and he was just wondering what to do about a drying himself when the warrior appeared and frog marched him back down the stairs laughing at his wet hang dog expression.  Wet and shivering he stood naked before all three, frightened and vulnerable.   "Don't we know how to curtsey" demanded Mistress Bevan.  David realised with a start that he should have curtsied, this he now did before bowing his head and looking at the floor.  Mistress Bevan walked up and grabbed the chastity device, twisting the contents as she inspected him.  "Um at least that's on" was her only remark.  Mistress Blackstock picked up David's list from a window cill and examined it.  She glanced a couple of times at David as she read it before asking. "Who told you to do this boy?"  David mumbled an incoherent reply.  Throwing up her hands in frustration Mistress Blackstock said "Free talk, free look, now who told you to do all of this?"
David explained through chattering teeth that after he had fitted the alarm he wanted to do as much as he could to help Penny and her family, so he had sorted out jobs he thought should done and had got on with them.  Mistress Blackstock pursed her lips before saying in a sarcastic tone "Really, how very eager you are".  Followed by. "As for the drinking how was that meant to help". David tried to think of an answer but none came forth so he just stood there looking lost and helpless. "Right drinking; that's at least 50" Stated Mistress Blackstock who was immediately interrupted by first Mistress Bevan and then the warrior so the count rose rapidly from 50 to 75 and finally 100.  David was aghast.  "You'll kill me!" He exclaimed.
"Oh no" Mistress Blackstock promised. "But you may wish for death I promise, can we take him somewhere and do him" She asked Mistress Bevan.  Who smiled and offered her covens lodge.

Minutes later David found himself yet again locked in a car boot, naked, cold and frightened.  The car moved for a few minutes and then parked up.  He was pulled out and lead into a large brick single story building with a sign proclaiming 'The Women's Institute'. The large glass double entrance doors were unlocked and then locked behind them.  They passed quickly from the Main Hall full of tables displaying knitted clothes and other art and craft paraphernalia; then onwards to a rear room that also had to be unlocked.  David halted in terror when he saw what lay within.  It was another fully equipped Dungeon complete with a barbed spike pole similar to the ones he had seen before, a spanking bench, chains hung from the ceiling and there was a triangled shaped contraption with stirrups.  "Let's put him on that first while we get ready" eagerly suggested the warrior nodding to the contraption, her shiny black eyes gleaming.  David was instructed to mount 'The Horse, which he did with difficulty.  On sitting down on the top of the ridge which was similar in the shape of a roof ridge line but narrower he appreciated the possibilities for pain that could be experienced.  Ruffly his hands were cuffed behind his back and the stirrups taken away.  The full effect of its rich agony immediately made its presence known and David cried out.  Weights were added to his ankles; curtesy of the happily humming warrior who now stood next to him hand on his breast savouring his torment.  For ten minutes the three woman stood very close to him, occasionally touching, feeling him, soaking up the suffering, the power, the control.  David begged and begged, tears flowed, every promise he could think of he made.  There was no relief, the room started to spin.
Pulling him off; the warrior was careful to make sure he did not bang his head as she lay him down on the wooden parquet floor before removing the weights.  He was given a few minutes to recover before all three manhandled him onto the ruby leather covered spanking bench.  The knees and legs were spread; then many straps were used to make sure he was immobile.  His still cuffed hands were attached to a rope and pulled upwards  his hands were now clear of the rest of his body.  Flexing a cane Mistress Blackstock laughed and said "one hundred boy, in tens so we can all have ago, you may scream". With that she took position behind him, raised the cane as high as she could and the struck his bottom.  David screamed, this was nothing like what he had experienced from Mistress A.  The next nine were equally as traumatic, he could do nothing but scream.  His brain was in tatters his muscles fought frantically to escape the onslaught of agony, there was no escape, no relief.  The next ten followed from Mistress Bevan who tried to outdo the first ten.  David struggled to breath his chest feeling tight, he made pitiful noises, incoherent bellows and pleas.  The warrior came next concentrating her deliveries to the back of the thighs, David suddenly saw the bright warm light of subspace and raced towards it.  A sharp blow to his testicles from the warrior stopped him reaching his goal.  The beating recommenced, David was not permitted to escape in either physical or mental realms.  He started to sobbed like a wounded animal.  The blows ceased, Mistress Blackstock had not started the fourth set, she waited, experience told her David could not take anymore and be able to travel tomorrow.  She was now in a quandary.

The sobs finally curtailed, they had waited for over ten minutes for them to cease.  Mistress Blackstock looked at the other two woman, shrugged and said "I'm sorry I need him still, he's reached the end so to say".  The Warrior tutted but Mistress Bevan agreed with a reply of "Your right, shame but there it is". Then she had a thought. "Why don't you let my girl here rape him?.  Nothing heavy, just enough to wipe the slate clean, what do you think?"
Emilia smiled a wicked smile and nodded her assent, the warrior whooped in delight and stripped off before fixing a strap-on harness on followed by a monster artificial penis.
"Steady now" exclaimed Mistress B, "That's too big; it will destroy his arse, let's start with say a basic training one, small in girth but a good six inches long, and let's use some 'Liquid Silk', OK?"
The warrior shrugged, glanced up to the heavens, then changed the weapon over.
"Have you ever been fucked before?" the warrior whispered into David's right ear.
A broken David croaked back "No; never, please, please don't, no more, please, I'm begging you, no more, please".  He started to weakly sob again.  The warrior paused, tilting her head, jet black straight locks hung down past her neck.  Looking at Mistress B she could see that the great lady was beginning to have second thoughts about this also.  The warrior decided that she had better not destroy him it might not go down well, she was however experienced enough to take a different path.
"Easy boy" whispered the warrior.  "Tell you what work with me and it'll be ok, just relax let me do a finger first and we'll go from there.  Snapping on a medical glove onto her right hand she lubed up her first finger and gently pushed it into the tight hole.  David gasped; it was cold, uncomfortable but not painful.   "Good boy" she encouraged again "Take it for me, relax; your tightening your muscles, just relax, good boy, work with me".  The finger was moved slowly in and out, then more lube and two fingers were inserted, widening the hole, stretching and taking.  "OK boy?" Asked his abuser.
Strangely David was, it was ok, not painful, not pleasant, just better than being beaten, however his arms were aching and he relayed this.  The warrior to David surprise instantly stopped and uncuffed him.  Gently she eased his arms down rubbing the pain away before telling him to just let them hang down.  David was amazed at this kindness.  The fingering resumed soon to be replaced by the tip of her member, just touching not probing.  "Relax baby just relax" she urged softly before slowly taking him in the first gentle thrust.  David sobbed, but it was a different sob from the ones before.  While still in him she climbed onto him, bare breasts on his back, mouth near his cheek.  Hands gripping his shoulders.  "Here we go" was murmured in his ear then she move out and back in again and again, owning him.  She licked his cheek and pulled his hair; gently with feeling. David was overwhelmed, this was amazing, he.......he wanted more, turning his head their mouths met.  Her tongue probed his mouth, now he was being taken in two holes at the same time.  The spanking bench began to otched forwards with the rhythm of the thrusts.  The other two ladies both quietly voiced their approval.  As their mouths separated, the warrior began to pant, her movements more forceful, more urgent, then she suddenly arched her back and howled as she reach a shattering orgasm.  She stayed locked in that full penetration position for over thirty seconds before softly relaxing.  They lay there, her still in him, time flowed but had no meaning, David a whirl of emotions, confused, tired, so tired and yet at peace, not in subspace; this was a different kind of peace.  Eventually she pulled out of him, as she did he gave a little gasp, almost in disappointment.  The warrior placed the complete harness in a bin marked 'To be sterilised' dressed and gave him a kiss.  With a "Mmmmmm your a hot one" she squeezed his bum before departing with Mistress Bevan.  Both looking very happy and contented.


It was over half an hour before David could even talk, as he started to take in his surroundings he found only Mistress Blackstock remained.  Pulling him by his hair so his eyes met her grinning face she said "Sorry now boy!" Before letting go and letting his head bounce on the bench, she laughed.  The restraints came off  "Up" came the harsh command followed by "Or do you want some more?" Making David move, he cried out as he moved the welts and bruises rich and thick.  Finally he stood trying not to look at her, his owner!.  She regarded him reading his thoughts.  "If you think that was bad wait till I kill you, that will really hurt" She promised.  "Guess your almost sorry now you broke into my home, true?"
David looked into her eyes, he spoke openly and honestly.
"Yes I'm sorry, not because your going to kill me, but what it does to people like Penny, she's a nice Mistress, a proper Mistress loving and kind.  I now understand how horrible it is to be have your home done over, I've seen what it's done to Penny and that's....... just not fair.  Neither" he spat 'Is what I did to you, or what you've done to me". Pausing for breath; his chest heaving he continued. "I'm sorry I broke in to your home, I'm sorry for many things, but you are just unforgiving even when I try and change and help!"
With that his strength failed and he slid to the floor sobbing.

Mistress Blackstock surveyed him surprised.  "So you think it's wrong to break into someone else's house and steel; do you?"  David could only just manage a nod then "Yes" in a tiny whisper; followed by "I'm sorry I did that to you or anyone".Kneeling down so that she was close to him she asked. "What do you want boy?" David didn't hesitate "To be forgiven, to kiss you feet in submission, to be like Charles or Penny's boy, to be as happy as m is.  To be owned and loved"
Emilia was dumbfounded she would have never guessed he would come out with this.
"I need to think about this" she finally said, then continued. "I'll take you back to Penny's new home now, in the morning you will drive back to the city, drop your van off and come and see me". Stroking his hair she added "So I will see you again very soon and we will talk some more about your future.  Mind you that could be very short when Mistress A gets her hands on you!".
"Oh" replied David "Do you think she will be pissed off with me?"
Looking deeply into his eyes Emilia smiled but for the first time not in a mean way and said "Oh yes you can count on it!"

In the morning; about eight; a bruised and I tender David managed, with care, to load up his van and then gingerly sit on the drivers seat.  With one last look at the house now resplendent with an alarm bell box mounted high up under the eves he was off.  He hadn't gone very far when he realised he was only a couple of miles from his old village.  It would take him out of his way slightly, but he felt the urge to satisfy his need to relive old memories.  He headed towards the village.  Pulling up outside his old house on the opposite side of the road he switched off the engine and studied his former abode.  It was a eighteenth century semi-detached thatched house, it looked empty and lost.  The garden unkept, someone clearly kept the worse of the foliage at bay; but it was apparent there was no love to be found here.  Looking at the other twin, Wendy's house it was just how he remembered it, smart, clean, ordered.  He then saw an oldish woman appear from round the side of the house, it was Wendy, he slumped down, desperate not to be seen, he was ashamed.  Wendy looked very much the way he recalled, perhaps a little greyer in the hair, maybe a slight rounding if the shoulders.
So many memories flooded back, overwhelming him, with a sob he started the engine and drove away, better to forget he told himself.

As David drove away a car pulled up alongside Wendy's house.  It was Mistress Bevan.  The lady saw David drive off but assumed he had got lost and had stopped to get his bearings.  She got out and headed for Wendy's house, they often had early morning drinks, a quick coffee and gossip were on the cards.  They had become firm friends shortly after Mistress Bevan had moved into the area, both having a passion for lace work.  What would Wendy say about her sister coming down here after all these years.  Who would have thought she mused.