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I turned to look at him with dread. The dowel had been utter hell, so I wasn’t sure I could handle something more painful. He took a cane from a rack on the wall and I started shaking, squeezing on the hard toy buried between my ass cheeks. “I don’t know… Sir… I don’t know if I can…”
“You can. I wouldn’t do it to you if you couldn’t take it. There’s nothing worse than a whiny little maso who saysI can’t, I can’t.” He moved his arm, and brought the cane down—thwack—across the middle of my cheeks.
And despite what he’d just said to me, I yelled “I can’t!” twice more in my most piteous, desperate voice. The cane’s sting roared along my nerve endings, lighting them on fire. He paused and rubbed the single welt.
“You can, Juliet,” he said. “Really, you don’t have any choice. I won’t give you more than you can bear.”
But one stroke already seemed more than I could bear. The second stroke was as awful as the first, a harrowing impact followed by a bloom of fiery torment. I tried to kick my legs but they were bound, tried to free my hands but the cuffs wouldn’t even let me bend my arms. I squealed and held myself taut as another stroke fell. On the fourth stroke, I started begging, sobbing, blubbering words that made no sense. “Please, please, I can’t, it hurts, I want you to, I want you to stop…”
“I know it hurts,” he said, rubbing my ass. “That’s why you’re here, to be hurt.”
I sensed more than heard another person approach our scene space. Hands smoothed over my clenching, twitching ass, and I could tell they weren’t Fort’s hands. When I turned, I saw Devin standing to the side of me, his thick, flaccid cock lolling from the fly of his pants.
“Those are some beautiful lines,” he said to Fort.
“Thank you.”
“She’s tougher than I thought. Maybe she is Gallery material.”
Devin’s unwelcome fingers traced over the freshest cane welt, making it throb anew, but Fort did nothing to arrest his friend’s careless groping. No, my Dominant was sharing me, letting other men touch me. I knew it was part of the deal for this place, but it didn’t make it any easier for me to get used to. I wondered if it was a rule he put up with, or if sharing his partners was something he preferred.
“Look at this ass,” Devin said, squeezing my cheeks, then spanking them hard enough to make me gasp. “I haven’t seen an ass this round and perfect in ages.” Devin’s grasping fingers parted my ass cheeks, pausing, holding them open. Pure, devastating humiliation. A thumb brushed over my sodden, swollen clit, too forcefully to feel good. “Horny little thing,” he said. His lewd chuckle attenuated to a growl. “Let me take her ass, Fort.”
“No. She’s plugged right now.”
“I’ll take it out.”
His finger left my clit and twisted the plug in my ass, at the same time he thumbed my sensitive welts. The pain these men dealt was unending, yet so capricious on their part. The tears from Fort’s caning spilled over again, harder than ever. I trembled in dread as Devin held my cheeks open and nudged at the plug.
“You want a big, fat cock in your ass, little maso?” he asked. “I’d probably split you open. Maybe you’d like that.”
I shook my head and whimpered, unable to summon words. I felt Fort push Devin’s hand away. “Why don’t you fuck your own sub’s ass instead of trolling the newbie?” he asked, a curt denial of his friend’s request.
“None of my subs can act as distraught as this one. She’s so…unconventional.” Devin was in front of me then, kneeling down to look in my eyes even though he addressed Fort. He wasn’t seeing me, just a bound sex object. “At least let me take her mouth while you’re making her cry.”
“Not today. Not right now.”
Devin stared at me as I choked back a sob. “Ah, this is hard for you,” he said in a soft voice. “Fort’s really hurting you, isn’t he? This isn’t Underworld, dear, or some kinky art show. It’s real fetish, real sadism.”
“Can I continue?” asked Fort. “If you’re done flirting with my sub?”
“By all means, continue. I’d like to watch.”
Fort drew back the cane, painting my ass with another fiery line. I was crying too hard to summon a scream. Devin studied me, his lips curled in a faint smile.
“Do you want him to stop?” my blond tormentor asked. “Should I tell him to stop?”
I shook my head.
“Answer me properly. I know he’s taught you that.”
“No, Sir,” I said, trying to hold my voice steady even as I waited for the next stroke to fall. “I don’t want him to stop.”
Devin rose to his feet, pumping his now-massive cock. “Have at her, man. She doesn’t want you to stop.”
The next stroke brought a scream from my throat. Pain. Evil. Fire. Devin had left, gone to stick that cock somewhere, but I still felt the squirming, uneasy threat of his exposed erection on top of the blistering pain on my ass. Fort gave me two final strokes, spacing them out so I had time to beg and whimper in between.
“Rest a moment,” he said when that was finished.
