Club Mephisto(22)

In the silence she heard voices again, moving closer. Mephisto came back in the room, pulling his friend behind him. The man's ass and thighs were now beaten a deep red. She wondered if he'd gotten the same type of strapping she'd suffered. Both men's cocks were also reddish-purplish hard, bobbing and jerking in front of them. Mephisto leaned over the bed next to Molly and gave the man a look. In response, Mephisto’s lover scrambled to sheathe himself and carefully coat his cock with lube. Still, to this point, neither man had acknowledged her presence. She watched unabashed as the man grabbed Mephisto's hips and eased his cock into her Master's asshole. Mephisto was beautiful dark sensuality as he received him, his hairy thighs and ass cheeks tensing as he groaned. The other man hissed his breath in and seemed to be trying really hard to hold back. Perhaps Mephisto denied his orgasms too?

"Girl!" Mephisto's bark startled her. He was unlooping her leash. "Go get a condom. Now."

She ran to his bureau to get one from the basket there.

"Lay on the bed," he gasped, grabbing it from her. His fingers worked at the buckles of her harness, flinging it away. The man behind him never stopped fucking. Mephisto yanked her by the hips until she was nearly to the edge of the bed, and then slid inside her. When she lifted her legs to wrap around Mephisto’s hips, she felt the hands of the man behind her sliding up her thighs. Mephisto pounded her in rhythm to his lover's thrusts, and she lifted her pelvis, enjoying the fullness of his cock. The men grew rougher, more frenzied. The man practically crawled over Mephisto's back and Mephisto, for his part, fucked Molly right across the expansive bed.

"Don't come," he grunted, pinching her nipple. "You. Girl. You don't come."

She hated it but she nodded compliantly. A moment later, Mephisto shuddered, ramming her hard, and the man behind him groaned. They pulled away slowly, gasping, and Molly lay still, miserable and unsatisfied. She didn't watch as Mephisto embraced his lover and kissed him. She wanted to die.

He ignored her the rest of the day, until she was going mad from boredom. She eavesdropped on their conversations, feeling hopelessly banal compared to Mephisto's friend, who she eventually divined was some kind of musical artist on a tour.

Later, just before bed, they fucked her again, this time on the floor in a different arrangement. She was again on her back, her shoulder blades sliding across the floor as the blond man—Jamie—fucked her pussy, and Mephisto fucked him from behind. She found it traumatic, because she had taken a great dislike to Jamie, and she had a suspicion that the feeling was mutual. That suspicion was confirmed as they lay together afterward. Jamie looked at Mephisto, dead serious.

"Didn't you tell me your slave was on orgasm restriction?"

Molly stared at the blond man, confused at first, but then outraged when understanding dawned. Mephisto gazed at her, and she shook her head with all the insistence she could muster. No, no! I didn't! No!

"She's good at hiding it," Jamie went on, "but I felt it. I felt it on my cock."

Liar. You're such a liar. Mephisto had to see through him, but damn, he was a really talented liar. Mephisto considered another moment.

Ask me. Ask me, I'll tell you. I didn't. She kept shaking her head, but in her desperation to avoid punishment, she was sure her denial seemed exaggerated and over the top.

Mephisto seemed to make a decision then, and it wasn't in her favor. "Let's take her out to the cross." She drew back, still shaking her head, as if she might finally get through to him. Jamie and Mephisto both pulled her up, carrying her resisting form out into the dungeon's play space. It was so unfair! So sickeningly unfair! If she'd known she'd be punished anyway, she would have gone ahead and had an orgasm. She dug her heels in when they got to the cross, turning to Mephisto, close to tears.

"He's lying!" she finally burst out. "I don't know why, but he's ly—"

His big fingers came over her face, squeezing her mouth shut. "And you're on speech restriction, bad girl. Who gave you permission to speak?"

She started to cry in earnest, the unfairness of the situation pressing down on her already defeated shoulders. She knew it was never about fair or unfair where slavery was concerned. But it smarted to be called a bad girl when she'd been trying so hard to be good, and to not even have enjoyed the orgasm she was about to be punished for. She still fought as they cuffed her hands and feet to the x-shaped cross with her back exposed.

"Get me the snake whip," Mephisto said when they were finished. Molly shook with bitter sobs, pressing her belly to the smooth wood in front of her. Unfair or not, you are his to use or abuse, her conscious whispered. You chose this.