New Territory for the Vampire

The baron stepped from the black stretched limousine and onto the tarmac beside the Citation Sovereign business jet. The smell of av gas, invaded his nostrils, as the sounds of landing, taxiing and taking off aircraft assaulted his hearing. Red, green and white lights strobed the night around him. He straightened his dinner suit and cape and looked at the Citation as the cold north wind blew in across the airport. The jet was white with thin blue and red stripping along the top of the fuselage. A dark blue underbelly completed its livery. Its call sign HV XTP adorned the tail. Hotel Victor, Xray, Tango , Pappa he reminded himself. He nodded briefly.

A white silk gloved hand emerged from the limousine and the attendant reached forward to help the young lady from the limousine. Another attendant opened the left limousine door, and in a similar fashion a black silk gloved hand emerged seeking a steadying hand.

Sonia emerged first from the drivers side into the cold night air. A moment later Veronique emerged from the passenger side of the car. The Baron cast his eyes over his two mistresses and quietly glowed with pride. Eight weeks had passed since the baron had first seduced Sonia into his world and this was the first time that all 3 had ventured out together into the night.

He smiled at Sonia, taking in her exclusive beauty. Dressed in an imitation white mink calf length coat and matching hat, her blonde hair felled down over her shoulders, in tight curls. Around her neck she wore a 6 strand white pearl choker set with a 4 carat ruby broach. She smiled at the baron and pulled the exclusive Paris label closer round her shoulders.

The Baron motioned for her to enter the aircraft, via the stairs. He watched as she walked slowly across to the plane aware of the affect that she was having on the av gas refuellers nearby. She could feel dozens of male eyes lustfully gazing at her and her body. For the first time in her life she enjoyed the power that her sex had given her.

She stepped up the steps in her white stiletto heels, her legs clad in white silk stockings seamed at the rear with a single line of white pearls. It was a sight that made the baron glad to be alive even if he was a creature of the night.

He felt Veronique's gloved hand on his right shoulder and placed his left hand on hers.

"Yes my dear you have done well" he said continuing to stare after the young woman.

Veronique just smiled knowing that she had pleased her master.

Veronique walked over to enter the citation Jet. God how lucky was he to have such a wonderful mistress as Veronique he thought to himself. He was very pleased with Veronique's choice of clothes for this evening. As usual she had chosen carefully to obtain the maximum effect. It would mark him as the dominant male. A man of power wealth and not somebody to be trifled with. He watched Veronique swing her hips for him as she stepped up the steps before standing at the top of the stairs for a moment so he could enjoy her.

Veronique's long straight black hair fell over her shoulders, across an imitation black mink coat. Her coat was also down to her calf. She also had on a black mink hat, and her throat was also adorned with a 6 strand black pearl choker from Tahiti with a 4 carat diamond broach. Veronique's legs were clad in black silk stockings with a single line of black pearls studding the rear seam. Her black stilettos finished off her outfit. She smiled suggestively at him before ducking her head and entering the aircraft.

A number of years ago animal liberationists had thrown animal blood all over Veronique and another mistress in Paris. The smell and taste had almost released the animal inside. If he had lost control he would have killed 20 in minutes. A result in public that would have certainly brought about his death. Since then he had only allowed his mistresses to wear imitation furs.

An hour later they were on final approach into Midway Airport - Chicago. The citation taxied quickly to a stop, and with the turbines still whirring down the front door opened to the waiting limousine.

At 11.45 pm the limousine turned into O'Connell Lane and stopped outside an old warehouse. Stepping out into the night air the three emerged from the limousine beside two huge wooden doors dimly lit by a single bulb which swung erratically in the cold wind that blew off the lake. The girls pulled there furs around the ears and stood quietly behind the baron. A single grubby white button adorned the door beside a bronze plaque which stated "Rock and a Hard Place".

The baron pushed the button and almost immediately a slide opened and a pair of eyes enquired aggressively.

"Yes".

The baron handed two cards through the slide, which immediately shut. Two minutes passed before the door opened and a matre D ushered them into a foyer.

"Please come in Baron", and he smiled at his new guests.

The door was quickly closed and locked behind them. The foyer was small and immaculate. Classic American redwood adorned the walls floors and ceiling. Heavy drapes hung on the walls tied with heavy tassel's. The air was late Victorian.

Numerous pictures adorned the walls, but all bore the characteristic marks of coloured wax in strange and unusual patterns. Sonia peered at a number of them, and noticed that each was signed with a females name date and an salutation of affection. It confused her.

"I'm George, if I can be of any assistance please let me know". said the matre'd. The appearance of the two women was a little of a surprise. He had seen many things working at a Rock and Hard Place, but the subtle wealth that adorned these two women took him a little by surprise. This was a very special guest.

"Baron if we can deal with the .........." he left it unsaid.

"Yes of course." Said the baron removing his wallet.

"4 please." Said the matre'd

The baron passed over a huge bundle of green backs as if it was spare change.

A round of applause and cheering caught their attention, through the still closed door to their left.

"Yes I'm sure you'll find something that you like tonight", said George. "Master Rocky has a full card awaiting you".

"Come this way" indicated George as he opened a door into an inner sanctum "and Ill let my master know that your here."

The door opened to a room about half the size of a basketball court. It was dimly lit, apart from a central area which held two stages and a central podium area. The decor was also late Victorian with heavy timber panelling and brass fittings. Enclosed within this area was approximately 100 people. Some wore leather, some wore lace, some wore suits, and some wore nothing at all. They looked around the room taking it all in. Rock McMadden's dungeon. Infamous throughout the world of S & M. They started to walk further into the room, but the baron stopped his ladies to examine a black leather clad man, restrained in the corner.

'All donations gratefully accepted' read the sign.

A large yellow funnel hung off a brass nail, and a thin plastic hose ran down into the trussed mans mouth.

The mans hands hung in handcuffs attached to a wall eye, while his legs were restrained in leather straps. The baron reached over and patted the man on the head as if he were a dog. Eyes of terror pleaded from behind the leather mask. The baron knew better of the games that were played in such places like this and he grinned at the prostrate man.

Sonia held the barons hand just a little tighter. This was a world that she had never entered before, and it was a little shocking at first. They walked over to the rear of the crowd and looked through the crowd to see what entertainment was being presented tonight.

Sitting in the middle of the room on a large barbers chair was a very large black man. His head shaved, he wore a black smoking jacket and knee high black leather boots. Numerous valuable rings adorned his fingers. He could have easily been a heavyweight boxer. He was without doubt a huge hunk of a man, the sort that would attract a second look in any street.

On either side were two small stages. Around the stages were various lighting frames, spots, floods theme lights and close circuit TV cameras. Heavy black curtains adorned the rear walls. In the left one, several figures were removing a vaulting horse while an nondescript couple held each other closely in the rear darkness. In the right one several stage hands were setting up a large wooden frame with numerous eyebolts and dangling leather straps. One stage hand was spreading sawdust on the stage floor.

Rocky McMaddens surveyed his domain. Here he was king and here he held court the way he wanted court held. You didn't argue with Rocky McMadden. Rumour was it that he spent several years inside for assaulting a black man who questioned his sexual tastes. They said that the man was beaten almost to death with Rockys bare fists. No, nobody questioned Rocky, and this was his hard place.

His chair was a classic American barbers chair except the foot rest which was padded in a dark purple velvet. There would be many a young maiden who had spent there nights kneeling before him sucking on his huge black cock while he enjoyed the shows around him. On his left side, was a small table and a row of switches and several small joysticks where he could control cameras. This was a no holds barred dungeon room and the people got what they paid for.

Kneeling beside him on the floor and attached by chain to the chair was a bottom. A female bottom. You couldn't really call it a person as you couldn't see a body or a head , just a bottom thighs and legs. The bottom and thighs were milky white and bore a number of recent red stroke marks. However Rocky had completed the pieced' resistance by inserting a large red candle deep into her vagina. The candle was lit. Drip by drip the candle dripped its wax onto a framed blank sheet of paper which was already covered in numerous colours and patterns. As Rock held court his left hand absent mindedly stroked the candle in and out of her vagina. While he waited for the next act of love as he called them.

The Baron watched the matre'D approach Rocky and commence whispering in his ear. Rocky suddenly straightened a little and paid closer attention. He looked around the room carefully searching the faces of the room. His eyes settled on the Baron. With deep brown eyes he continued to listen to the Matre'D, Focusing all attention on the baron he nodded very slowly in respect at the blue eyes across the room returning his stare. The two men sized each other up in a moment and both brains urged caution. Neither man was to be trifled with.

A moment later, Rocky stood and bellowed in laughter. The murmuring quickly silenced.

"My friends" he bellowed, "Master Cascade has informed me that he has been having trouble with young Jack".

"Oh no! Whoaa Ooooo!," answered the crowd warming to the theatrics of the moment. Master Cascade was an occasional favourite of the room.

"He has asked my permission and your permission to bring forward young Jack" said Rocky, "Will we let him?"

"Yes, yaa, bring him forward" answered half the room. The rest of the room remained obediently silent besides there master or mistress.

The baron elbowed his way forward through the crowd to stand at the top of the incline which would avail himself a better view of the spectacle on the stages below. The patrons beside the baron looked at him briefly and gave him the room he wanted. Veronique & Sonia quickly moved in either side of him. Sonia glanced at the Baron and then at the new and unusual spectacle that was presented before her. A look of excitement flashed in her eyes.

The baron slid his right hand in under Sonia's fur coat, and around her back to slide it in under her panties. His index finger slid down the crack of her arse, feeling the slight warmth of perspiration. He pushed it on forward until the wrinkles of her anal muscle rubbed across the tip of his finger. Slowly he rubbed his finger over the opening of the muscle, and Sonia cuddled in closer giving him better access to her body. A moment later the finger slid inside.

The lights on the right stage suddenly burst into light and a smallish man in his mid thirties stepped out of the darkness on the left side of the stage and walked to the centre. Immediately a spot light picked him up and followed him across the stage.

Master Cascade had grey thinning hair, a full black beard, which highlighted his grey thinning hair and a belly which was already well developed. His khaki shorts appeared to be 2 sizes too small which assured all those present that he had plenty of lead in his pencil. He was dressed in working boots, shorts and a blue singlet which conflicted with the cold winter weather of the air outside the building.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Master Cascade" Loud applause erupted around the room. Master Cascade acknowledged the crowd and waited for the applause to subside before continuing.

"Thankyou Rocky, ladies and gentlemen its been 6 months since i last had to bring Jack here and this is a warning about loving your subs too much. Unfortunately If you weaken as I have over the last few months, bit by bit, your subs will seek every opportunity to undermine your authority. I have had to endure the humiliation of Jack back chatting me in public, of rudeness, sloppiness and laziness around the house and finally the final insult was 3 days ago when he spat in my dinner and left me to "stay with a new friend!"".

"oooohhh whooo', grimaced the crowd, this would not be pretty and they knew it. But Master Cascade and Jack were old timers at this game, each pushing the other, to go just that little bit further. Mentally they prepared for moments like this for weeks before hand.

"Now, Rocky has been good enough with some of his lads to bring Jack here tonight and I will deal with him in the time honoured fashion," said Master Cascade. The room fell silent in expectation. The applause would follow a well executed discipline.

"Rascals bring him out!" Demanded Rocky.

"Thankyou Master Rocky" and he bowed his head in respect. Rocky stepped back to his throne, and flopped back down, cocking a leg over the chair, before glancing over his right side at the woman on all fours beside him.

He smiled and gently laughed before leaning forward and sliding the candle backwards and forwards in and out of her vagina, several times studying the amount of stretch the candle had extracted from her already, and the amount of fluids that coated the candles shaft. Satisfied he turned and open a large wooden box nearby. The box held slots for a dozen candles. Already seven had been used. He extracted the green candle which was the smallest remaining. Its girth was around 2 1/2" He smiled as he lent forward and lit the candle from the one still positioned rigidly in the slaves vagina.

He watched the light for a moment and then withdrew the red candle, and with a flick of his wrist shoved the green candle in. The legs wavered for a moment, it looked like the bottom would collapse forward onto the floor. The slave had expected the expansion but not the sudden stretching pain. Then the legs stiffened again, and Rocky smiled, an almost evil smile. One or two more strokes of the green candle finished the upgrade. The red candle joined 6 other coloured candles which still burnt on pedestals around his throne.

Scuffling two large Negro men almost as large as Rocky half dragged, half carried a young man in his mid twenties across the front of the stage. Every few feet he struggled violently trying to escape but never enough to actually offer the opportunity of escape. His mouth was gagged with a large black ball, and the rascals carried him to the now downlit stage and positioned his body spread eagle between two large vertical beams.

The handcuffs were removed and with 12 mm rope, the rascals bound his hands at 45 degrees to the eyebolts which physically lifted his body until he could almost not stand. His feet still touched the ground but his heels were raised. Jack continued to struggle at his restraints but to no avail. A spotlight split the stage and cast its brilliant light directly into Jacks face. A large rear projection TV above the stage suddenly flashed Jacks face in close up for all to see. Nothing would be missed and the video tapes would be running.

Master Cascade walked up behind Jack gently and commenced to remove the gag. He whispered to him briefly and without comment, both knew they were ready to proceed. He removed the gag from Jacks mouth.

"Fuck off you big faggot!" yelled Jack. "Your a wimp! You bastard!" He spat with venom as he glared at the older man over his shoulder. "You had to go and get McMaddens black bastards to come and get me. Couldn't do it yourself could you, you little prick" he continued.

The rascals quickly moved forward and held Jacks head while Master Cascade reinserted the gag.

The murmuring of the crowd increased. Master Cascade walked to the wall and opened the cupboard of pain. A spotlight lit its contents for all to see. Professionally set out inside was everything that a good dom may need in these difficult moments. Various riding crops, pieces of dowel, twitch branches, canes of various sizes, large rulers, lengths of rope, a cat of nine tails, a thin metal rod, nipple clips, weights, candles and matches, and numerous phalluses of various width and lengths.

Master Cascade selected a long black riding crop to start with. He flexed it in his hands and tested it in the air. The whistling sound silenced any talk. All eyes were now focussed. Only the sound of some belt buckles being undone and zippers being lowered in the audience, intruded the silence.

Cascade nodded to the two rascals, who stepped forward and tore Jacks shirt from his back. With similar speed they pulled his pants down to his ankles. He now stood almost naked, a fly caught in the spiders web, awaiting his fate. It was readily apparent that Jack spent a lot of time in the gym lifting weights and his body was perfectly shaved for tonight. He would need, all of his strength.

The spot lights burnt into Jacks back and face. Already Master Cascade could see the beads of sweat starting to rise across Jacks back. The lights weren't just for seeing with. The sweat would invade any cut bringing further pain to the unfortunate who pushed it to there sexual limits. Finally a rascal stepped up and removed the gag, and Jack was ready.

Master Cascades arm quickly raised and with a whistle the crop landed square across Jacks bare arse. With incredible arrogance, Jack smiled over his shoulder. He faced back at the camera and laughed nervously, his pupils tiny under the glare.

"Your a big girl Cascade, getting weak aren't you." grinned Jack.

It had the desired result as another 6 strokes landed in quick succession on Jacks bare arse. His eyes blinked closed with each stroke, but they remained full and open and he continued to smile at the camera. Already his arse was starting to turn red with welts. Jack flexed his muscles and lifted himself further upright. For a moment he lowered his head before he again looked over his shoulder, and grinned at his master.

"So cascade have you started yet" he taunted.

Cascade stood back for a moment to examine his work. He replaced the riding crop from the cupboard and took out a 6' cane. Now the punishment would start. It would be deliberate, painful and punishing. The cane whistled through the air and struck Jack across the shoulder blades, jerking the bound body in reaction and opening up a thin cut. A single thin line of blood emerged along the cut line but not enough to start running. Jacks eyes closed, and he arched his back away from the source of the pain. A few seconds later his eyes opened again, and his smile remained even if it was starting to wilt.

Veronique smiled, and squeezed the barons hand. He looked at her eyes sparkling in the half light. She was enjoying her favourite fetish. She motioned for him to look off to the left where a female dom sat with a sub chained and tethered at her feet. The baron examined the female couple. His mind switched to examine the aura of the female couple. The dom was very dominated in the red spectral range, while the subs colours were mauve and blue. The baron was suddenly aware of what she had seen.

A second thwack resonated around the room. Jacks eyes now stared steely at the camera, his lips set straight, before once again a flicker of a smile returned as he mastered the pain. Master Cascade walked to Jacks front and stared at the young man. Jack cheekily put on a brave face and mockingly smiled back at Master Cascade as if he was out for Saturday in the park. Cascade quickly replied at the insult. The cane was raised and swished down to land with a viscous thwack on Jacks back. Three distinct lines now ran across Jacks back and from the first one a smear of blood trickled down through the sweat.

She touched the barons hand and led his fingers under her coat. Into her panties she directed his fingers and immediately they were coated with her excitement as he easily rubbed his fingers down either side of her erect clit. She smiled and pushed her clit into the barons fingers. He enjoyed her provocation and kissed her passionately on the lips. After a moment he broke away, his own erection hardening. The baron withdrew his fingers and offered them to Sonia. Her red lips parted and her tongue twirled before she momentarily closed her eyes and they were withdrawn from her mouth. With the fingers now gone she coyly smiled at Veronique around the barons chest. Veronique smiled and winked at her lover. The girls were enjoying themselves.

The Baron turned his head to examine the lesbian couple again. Yes, Veronique had spotted something unusual with this couple. 'THWACK' intruded his thoughts. They were not aligned this lesbian couple, it was more then domination for sexual and loving satisfaction. It would be domination and enslavement for the satisfaction of the dom alone. The dom would be cruel and selfish in her own desires, without thinking of her subs inner desires. It was a very unusual union and the baron pondered the opportunity.

He looked back to see Jack smiling grimly at Master Cascade over his shoulder, but Jack didn't say anything this time. Cascade wheeled the cane twice more across jacks back to finish out another six before returning to the cupboard to look for another cane. He took his time, but the old hands knew that he was allowing Jack to deal with and absorb the pain. Jack looked hard at the black eye of the camera. Without letting Cascade enjoy the moment he gritted his teeth, his eyes becoming narrow as he stared straight ahead. The pain was now challenging him to break and whimper.

Master Cascade removed a thick bamboo rod from the cupboard.

"Now Jack you will obey my instructions, wont you." Said Cascade.

"Yes' Yes Sir" he said with a wavering voice.

"I'm afraid I dont believe you Jack" said Cascade and WHACKED the Bamboo cane into the wall shattering and splintering it along its length.

"Your just telling me what I want to hear, aren't you Jack?."

The cane now shattered was lethal and both parties new it. The crowd new it and many of the men started to pump there stiff, hard cocks into the waiting receptacles at there feet. A number of women just threw their heads back and began to grind there subs mouths into their pussies., using their sub faces, as the subs wanted them to. Half the crowd were oblivious to the drama on stage as they attend other responsibilities for there master or mistresses. Numerous male and female heads bobbed around at waist height, followed by an occasional moan or groan as the visual excitement became too much for some of the audience.

I thundering crunch of bamboo on skin was followed by a grunt from the prostrate Jack and he jerked on his restraints gyrating before flexing his muscles to temper the pain. The monitor now showed a grim hard set face. A shattered cane on bare skin was extremely damaging. A second cut now broke the skin just below the first cut. The droplets of blood rain downwards, before joining with new blood having freshly welled to the surface in the second cut. The baron licked his lips, his mouth salivating.

"Count them Jack" said Master Cascade firmly and quietly. He waited.

Jack was silent for a moment, "one" he said quietly.

"I didn't hear it" yelled Master Cascade anger rising in his voice, and a second thundering thwack resonated the room. This one further down the back just above his hips. A third cut now allowed blood to well to the surface. Small droplets broke away from the second cut and propelled by gravity and assisted by sweat, 3 drops of crimson liquid commenced there run down jacks back towards his red streaked arse.

"One" yelled the trapped Jack, his voice rising uncontrollably in pitch. The pain was hurting now, driving mercilessly into Jacks body. Rocky zoomed Jacks face camera into close up mode. Sweat covered Jacks face, dripping and running in little paths down his face. His head, shook slightly, his eyes extremely clear and very focussed, his face hard and set like concrete as Jack wished to scream with pain, but held it in, pushing his body into new and unusual territory.

Master Cascade placed both hands on the cane and swung it with all of his upper body strength. THUNK and he grunted with exertion.

"Aaagh FUCK" yelled Jack, and before Cascade could swing the cane again, he yelled "Two" through gritted teeth.

Jack arched his back in pain. Now that hurt. Jacks body twitched and shook , trying as he might to move away from the source of the pain, as the skin broke and lines of blood started to flow down his back mingling with the sweat. Jacks head fell forward for a moment, as he dug his chin into his chest dealing with the agony that was once his back.

Master Cascade, walked slowly over to the cupboard, and removed some masking tape and began to wrap it around the shattered end of the cane that he was holding. Strip after strip he applied before he slowly walk around Jack, gauging and studying the young man. Looking to break him. Searching for the weakness, that would break him, but lingering to push the breaking point ever further..

The baron looked over at the young female sub, at the doms feet. He stared at her and after a moment her head rose almost unconscionably to look at the Baron. The dom flicked her ash onto the floor from her cigarette, and suddenly realised that her sub wasn't being respectful, pushed her head back down in annoyance and then glanced where she had been looking. She also saw the baron but all she saw were read eyes, and it worried her. The baron dispatched Veronique. A moment later Veronique knelt in the time honoured fashion beside the dom. Veronique sensed that the Baron had taken an interest in the young sub.

"My master Baron Strezlecki, respectfully sends his greetings and seeks to introduce himself. He wishes to know you and your subs name" said Veronique quietly her face looking at the ground.

"Hmmm" said the dom lifting Veronique's chin to examine her.

'CRAAACK' as Master Cascade brought his cane down upon Jacks back. Jack screamed in pain and groaned through gritted teeth. Jack grunted hard, and his breathing came in shallow bursts lest he expand his ribs and expand the stretching pain that was his back.

"Three" he said in an audible voice for the room.

"I Cant hear you" yelled Master Cascade.

"Three" yelled Jack his strength returning.

The Dom looked down at the subservient Veronique and rubbed her riding crop with force along Veronique's pale cheek leaving a pink trail.

"Jemma, Mistress Jemma and Courtney" said the Dom examining Veronique's fine features.

"My master requests to service Courtney" said Veronique humbly holding her head down.

"Oh does he now, who the hell does he think he is. Now listen hear my fine little fish", glared Mistress Jemma. "No man has touched Courtney for 3 years, and none will, so tell your Master to Fuck off".

"Thankyou Mistress Jemma, may I now be excused" said Veronique her eyes down cast.

"Yes run back to the suburbs dear, and play your petty games", said Mistress Jemma with disdain.

Veronique rose to go.

THWAAACK, "FUCK........fuck ..............fuck............fuck" said Jack through gritted teeth " FOUR". Jack wriggled his back trying to ease the pain, flexing and easing his muscles, his back now covered in numerous streams of blood as gravity and sweat burnt into his psyche of pain. He tried to limit the pain by rolling himself into a ball and for a moment he hung on his arms his feet off the ground. What could he achieve tonight?

"Yes, Goodbye little thing", and she smiled with mirth and whacked Veronique's black fur coat with her riding crop as she walked away, "amateurs" she laughed.

"No wait" said Mistress Jemma. "Come back here". Veronique looked back and returned to kneel at Mistress Jemmas feet.

"Have you ever been with a real woman before" she said, lifting Veronique's face to look into her eyes.

"Oh no mam, I'm straight, Ive never been with another woman before" said Veronique in shock at the suggestion.

"So a little straight bitch hey. Well you go and tell this Baron whatever, that Mistress Jemma, wants you to come and lick Courtneys pussy" said Jemma, enjoying the humiliation that she saw in the young woman's face.

"oh please dont Mam, I dont want to be with another woman", pleaded Veronique.

"Well Mistress Jemma, demands satisfaction for insulting me, and I demand that you taste your first real woman on stage, in front of all these people," said Jemma, probing to see the young woman's weak points.

"Please dont send me back to the Baron, with that message," pleaded Veronique. "I cant, I wont I'm just a wife and mother, I dont do those things".

"You will, and you will do it now" spat mistress Jemma, her face suddenly two inches from Veronique's.

"Yes Mam, may I be excused" said Veronique.

"Yes go, and if you master does not honour me with satisfaction, never show your faces in here again," glared Jemma, her face cold, mean and hard. Veronique rose and disappeared into the crowd.

Mistress Jemma, cackled quietly to herself. Well that should see the tourist element off, and she refocussed at the discipline at hand on stage. She had known Cascade and Jack for several years and always enjoyed the delicate touches that Cascade brought to Jacks sessions of pain.

The spectacle of the stage was now more about love then submission. Cascade & Jacks love and trust. There game was now very dangerous. A misunderstanding on either side could end up in lasting injuries or worse.

It was now Cascades job to squeeze the last element of strength from Jack before he succumbed to the pain. Cascade walked over to a small table which held a pitcher of water and several glasses.. He slowly poured himself a glass of water. Placing the cane on the table he took a sip from his glass. He now walked slowly around the hanging Jack several times, looking, watching, feeling for Jacks pain. He stopped facing the semi naked Jack, sipping the water.

"You'd like some water wouldn't you Jack" he said loudly. Jack just stared at him, breathing heavily if shallowly. Cascade threw the remaining contents of water into Jacks face almost cruelly. To Jack it was a god send, reviving him. Theatrically it was cruel, for aficionados, it was a thin branch to extend the experience.

"Well lick that up" grinned a cruel looking Cascade.

Veronique sidled up to the Baron, and smiled knowingly at him.

"Well my dear, you can have her, but I'm going to have to get her for you," whispered Veronique.

The baron studied his lovers face.

'THUNK' Jack cried in agony.

"ah Fuck! Fuck! Whiskers, whiskers whiskers" yelled jack his voice trailing off as he succumbed to the pain and fell on the ropes to hang almost semi-conscious. His body spread eagle in the sign of the crucifixion. Cascade and the rascals quickly ran to the now prone Jack and untied his restraints and lowered him to the floor, as the lights on the stage were lowered in respect of these lovers special time.

A huge cheer went up from the crowd, wolf whistles, and screams of bravo. Jack had shown amazing self control and strength. It was an exhibition that would be talked about for some time. It would also take some time for the physical scars to heal, but a stronger and deeper love and respect had been formed between the two men, something that pieces of paper would never match.

"So whats the story" said the baron into Veronique's ear over the applause and cheering.

"No men, only women" yelled Veronique back into the Barons ear. She glanced at the baron out of the corner of her eye, watching her masters mind seeking a solution. The Baron looked at her a little puzzled, trying to foresee the permutations of a plan that would secure the young Courtney for his needs. Veronique gestured towards the back of the room, and reaching for his hand she leant up and whispered in his ear.

"Come over here, and fill my pussy up with your jism and ill get her for you" said Veronique almost casually and she kissed the Baron on the lips. She looked deeply into the barons eyes and drowned by the tumultuous cheering whispered into his face "Ill get her for you my darling, I love you", and she kissed him on the lips again. She took the baron by the hand and led him towards some bar stools at the back of the room. She turned around pushed the bar stool up against the wall and slid her coat over the seat so she could sit on the seat in her panties..

She opened her coat to reveal a black corset tight and hard, wine glassing her figure. The laces had been drawn tight giving her a 24" waist. Her breasts had been pushed forward and up, her nipples tight little buttons, inviting to be suckled. Her hips appeared wider then normal, accentuated by the tightness of the corset. Two single red ribbons ran down the corset on either side of a network of lace that pulled the corset together defining her figure. Clasped to the bottom of the corset were her black suspenders which framed her black g string which already was pulled into the crack of her pussy lips, the black lace material disappearing between the ravine of her vagina.

She pulled the baron towards her by his shirt. And kissed him aggressively on the lips. Her tongue pushing deep into his mouth. The baron loved it when Veronique took control. She was the only mistress who ever dared and she did it with such suggestive sexual lust, that she could warm him up to boiling in a matter of seconds. She knew what turned him on, and loved to tweak his buttons for their mutual enjoyment. She dragged her lips across his wet open mouth, smearing her burgundy lipstick across the barons cheek, her ruge rubbed into his skin as she started to nibble at his ear.

"Ok Cmon baby get that cock out and shove it into my hole, I want your semen in me now, i want you pumping it up into my belly, cmon honey i need it pumping in there now, spurting, swelling me, filling me up", and she kissed him on the lips again her tongue probing

"Cmon baby you can do it". Sonia released the barons buckle and lowered his pants and underwear, releasing an already hard and solid cock. Veronique quickly reached forward with her black gloved hand and rubbed the barons cock up and down her slit three times before forcing it inside by squeezing her legs and thighs now behind the barons back and pushing the barons cock in using her own legs on the barons back.

"oh yes, that feels good, nice and hard, throbbing, you want to pump it cmon pump it baby, spurt it out hon, you want to see Courtney eating it out of my pussy dont you." And she was rewarded with an immediate spurt against her cervix.

"oh yes you'd like that." A second and third torrent shot out of the barons cock into uterus. "You'd like to fuck her from behind wouldn't you, fuck her while you watched her eat my pussy, oozing your semen, watch her tongue scoop up mouthful after mouthful of your love juice mixed with my juices. Then shove your cock up her arse as you make her your mistress. A love slave who just wants to drink your juices".

It felt like a hose had been turned on inside her, and she could feel her belly swelling against the restraint of the corset. The baron exploded like a beast, and pumped his swollen cock hard, and deep. Veronique's eyes expanded for a moment as his cock really pushed home deep and hard. Her pussy and uterus was now full with several litres of the barons semen, and she could feel it expand her lower stomach with each thrust of his cock each fighting for room, within her body.

"Cmon baby, just a bit more, pump it in, fill me, give Courtney your finest from the depths of your balls", whispered Veronique into the barons ear as he heaved his body into hers. She could feel her body expanding now with each thrust and each squirt of his semen. The baron groaned and as he came, grabbed his cock from Veronique's pussy and aimed it at her clit.

Two large thick white streams of semen flew through the air from the tip of the Barons cock. Eight inches was its flight distance and it hit hard, fast and thick. The first catching the top of Veronique's left thigh, smearing and squirting along towards her groin. The second caught her shaved pubic bone head on splattering in 4 directions at once. With the thickness of the barons semen, gravity quickly took control and little streams started to run across Veronique's white thighs.

The Baron looked at her in feigned embarrassment "Sorry", and his looks turned sheepish.

"Did you have to", said Veronique her frown masking a smile, her eyes twinkling. She looked down at her pussy, red with gyrations and oozing with semen. She dabbled a finger in the run of semen along her upper thigh, playing with it, watching its viscosity. She looked up at the Baron and shook her head with her best school mistress look, but her eyes were laughing at his touch.

"Come Sonia, quickly clean your mistress", said the baron in his best authoritarian voice.

Sonia who had been cuddling her mistress didn't need a second invitation. In a moment Sonia had knelt between their legs and the baron pulled his cape around the two women to ensure their privacy. Sonia's head quickly slid up and down the barons cock. Her finger running along the tube on the underside of his cock, to squeeze the last of semen from his body. She quickly ran her tongue along and around his hard rigid cock, cleaning it like it was her last meal.

The Baron kissed Veronique lovingly on her lips, knowing what was coming next. They looked down and watched Sonia slide her tongue along Veronique's upper thigh, removing to her mouth, all droplets of semen that were about to drip onto the seat. Veronique ran her right index finger across her shaved pubic mound accumulating a quantity of semen. She left it against the top of slit. Sonia lent forward and sucked the viscous mass into her mouth and swallowed.

Sonia's taste buds now reacted to the barons semen. It drove her forward, her tongue quickly leaving Veronique's thighs clean. But Sonia wasn't satisfied so easily, and she lowered her head to the bottom of Veronique's slit and began a furious job of removing all traces of the barons semen from Veronique's outer lips and oozing slit. A moment later she sat back licking her lips, before licking a few missed drops from Veronique's flat corset covered stomach and upper thigh.

Sonia's lips then sucked Veronique's clit into her mouth. Her tongue flicking its hood, just the way that Veronique loved. In only 8 weeks she had become an expert at making her mistress orgasm, and with every orgasm, a huge dollop of the barons semen would ooze from her mistresses pussy. She wasn't going to be denied now and she redoubled her efforts.

Veronique's hands went to the back of Sonia's head. Her fingers running through Sonia's hair, as she started to grind her clit into her young lovers mouth. The baron reached forward and kissed Veronique on the lips. She opened her glazed over eyes and whispered to the baron. "oh hon she's so hot", and her eyes closed for a moment in sexual satisfaction.

A small orgasm was approaching, and Veronique pulled Sonia's open mouth to her hole. She held her head hard against her slit and groaned quietly while at the same time pushing down. The baron watched in satisfaction as Sonia's throat contracted twice, as she swallowed very large mouthfuls of his semen from Veronique's pussy. She watch Sonia's cheeks swell a third time, and then Veronique lifted Sonia's head and kissed her on the mouth. Now he watched Veronique's throat swallow and then the two women broke their kiss. The two women kissed each others lips for a moment, as their tongues removed the last traces of semen from their mouths.

Veronique straightened herself and looked at the two of them." I think I'm ready now"