CHRISTINE'S PRICE TO BE PAID

BY SILENCE

[ part 4 ]

Christine and Melissa found themselves serving Mr. Starkov later that night. Their situation was unusual and Christine drew perverse pleasure from being allowed to serve Mr. Starkov for the first time sexually, and yet receiving so little in return. Both Melissa and Christine were bound nearly nude in a cruelly cool room. Each was bent harshly forward because of the strain caused by their bondage. Hands cuffed behind them and roped to a pulley in the ceiling the girls found themselves bent at the waist as the rope held their hands high and steady. The two sixteen year old girls shifted as much as they could with their ankle cuffs chained to eye-bolts in the cold concrete floor. They stood facing opposite one another and blindfolded, leaving them vulnerable to the use of their mutual Master.

Christine knew very little about what was to transpire once she was bound. She could hear Mr. Starkov standing nearby. She heard the rustling of clothing and then heard footsteps circle where she and Melissa stood. Neither girl spoke, but both tried to turn their heads to follow the sounds they could pick up on. The near silence was broken by the swish of something through the air and a crack of leather on skin as Melissa cried out loudly. A bright red welt decorated her exposed rear and Christine flinched at the sound.

The footsteps circled again and then the crack of Mr. Starkov’s leather belt struck Christine full on making her cry out just as Melissa had. The belting went on for long minutes, each girl pulling at the ropes and chains holding them still as Mr. Starkov circled them relentlessly. There came to be nearly a rhythm to the whipping and each girl began to anticipate the blows despite the fact that they could never shift enough to escape the belt. Once both the girls’ rears were decorated with wide red welts Mr. Starkov allowed them a short rest.

Mr. Starkov smiled at the scene before him and trailed a finger up Melissa’s back. She had been a loyal and obedient pet for two years now and she was his favorite, despite the attention he had lavished upon Christine. Melissa’s skin, soft and smooth, glowed in the dim light provided by the candles around the dungeon-like room. Mr. Starkov was proud of the way she took to her punishments. Even now she was holding back any more cries or complaints, despite the stinging residual pain on her ass cheeks. Christine, he saw, seemed to be taking her punishment rather less well. He thought over his decision on who would best serve him and decided to better reward Melissa. Standing behind her parted legs and next to Christine’s face he grasped Melissa’s hips and held her still as he thrust into her. Melissa moaned softly, glad to have him within her, filling her completely and sating the need of her aching sex.

Christine could hear Mr. Starkov near her… She could feel his body heat and smell Melissa’s excitement. The pleased moan that Melissa released made her shift uncomfortably in her bonds, wanting badly to feel the same stimulation between her own outstretched legs. Her service to Mr. Starkov was swift in coming, but not in the way she had hoped. Melissa gasped as Mr. Starkov removed himself from her tight sex. Christine felt his strong hands grasp her hair and he thrust himself into her gaping mouth without warning.

Her mind raced. For all the time she had been under Mr. Starkov’s spell and control, he had never used her in such a way. She blushed deeply, tasting her friend on her Master’s cock and being used to please him while leaving her unfulfilled. She moaned against the suddenly demanding use of her mouth and eagerly applied her tongue and lips to him. Her experience was severely lacking, but she made up for it in eagerness she hoped.

Christine felt him pull away from her again and a desperate gasp escaped her lips. She heard him re-enter Melissa and shivered, silently cursing her friend for being able to feel him within her. Christine shifted, shook and shivered for long minutes until Mr. Starkov returned his strong hands to her hair and lifted her head. She obediently opened her mouth to accept him and he thrust into her without a word.

Christine was made to suffer abandonment by him many times over as he began a pattern of allowing each girl only a few short thrusts. Christine could taste Melissa anew with each exchange. Her jaw grew tired and sore, but she found little time to rest. Each girl was growing sore and tired… Despite the cool air of the room they sweated with the effort of being bound as they were. Both were tired and frustrated to different degrees and both had provided pleasure to Mr. Starkov in their own ways. For a final time he pressed deep into Christine’s mouth and held himself there, his hands in her hair keeping her head from shifting as he came. Christine felt the hot cum splatter into her mouth and attempted to recoil, but her Master’s strong hands kept her compliantly attached to him. Sticky strings of cum escaped her mouth as she made no attempt to swallow all he offered and the rest fell from her limp jaw as he pulled out of her mouth.

Ten minutes later found both girls unbound and cleaned up. Mr. Starkov had led them both to an extravagant bathroom. Hot water had been run in the large tub and each girl was helped into the bathwater holding his hand. Mr. Starkov, wearing black silk boxers, knelt outside the tub and took up a cotton cloth. He began the long process of washing each girl head to toe. They took to his gentle care patiently; back and forth he would wash one foot or leg or arm, then the same part on the opposite girl. “You both did very well today.” He said to them as the cloth caressed Melissa’s right calf, massaging away soreness and fatigue. “You made me very proud at how you held up.”

“Thank you, Master…” Melissa smiled and shot a glance to Christine who seemed more tired than her. Melissa knew that Christine was less accustomed to such scenes, but would quickly adjust.

The bath continued and conversation was minimal as each girl allowed Mr. Starkov to care for them. Christine allowed her thoughts to wander… She thought about what the next few weeks would hold for her. She wondered what life would be like at the end of this tenure at her Master’s house. She bit her lip when the thought of never leaving crossed her mind. She wondered if she could walk away from her old life and she wondered if she would even want to. Melissa had not and seemed to be content, but Christine began to doubt if part-time service would be enough for her in the long run.

When Mr. Starkov was convinced that the girls were well and truly clean he left them to enjoy the rest of the evening together. Unbound, naked and refreshed the two girls left the bath and dried themselves. Melissa smiled to Christine and took her hand, leading her from the bathroom and into the hall toward Christine’s room.

“How are you feeling Chrissy?” She smiled and pulled her friend close, wrapping an arm about her waist. The two of them were so like slave-sisters as they entered Christine’s room and Melissa shut the door behind them.

“I… I think I feel fine Meli. The bath helped a lot...“ Christine sat on her bed and laid back into the soft mattress. Her eyes looked up at the ceiling and her hands cupped and caressed her breasts. With her hands free she wanted to feel the tiny rings through her nipples. She found the nipples still tender, but surprisingly not as sore as she thought they would be.

“He does that from time to time. He really does care, despite how he might use us some days.” Melissa perched on the bed next to Christine and offered a little smile as she leaned forward and kissed one of those sore little nipples gently. “Can I make you forgive me for what I did to these?”

Christine didn’t have to think long on her answer. The shiver that Melissa’s pink tongue elicited from her made up her mind for her. “You can try…”