Submission

“Master, I think it’s time.”

Even after being together for so long now, hearing Kara call him ‘’master’’ still sent a delicious little shiver racing down Richard’s spine. It made his cock twitch and reminded him of all the times they’d had in bed when he had lived up to the role. The memory of Kara’s arms spread about him, her pussy warm and wet, the feeling of its inner walls closing about his shaft as she moaned and gasped and begged for more…

“Eager are we, sir?”

“Eager for you,” Richard said. “Not for her. You’re sure about this?”

“Are you telling me that you don’t want to?”

Now that was a question for the jury. After everything that she’d done, it was fair to say that Richard never wanted to see Isabel again. The fact that she was still alive at all was only because he was loath to shoot someone who couldn’t fight back. If it had been down to him, they’d have dropped her off somewhere and made her someone else’s problem.

But Kara had argued against that and her arguments had been good. She’d reminded him that Isabel would always come back. Always trouble them again. And if they couldn’t kill her - which neither wanted to do - then they had only one other choice.

They would have to break her.

Even now, he scowled at the thought. Break her! Just like she had done to so many others! She would suffer the same fate that she had dealt out so casually. Was that karmic? Probably.

But was it justice? That, he was less sure about.

“You still don’t know if it’s the right thing?”

Kara tilted her head. Her green eyes were full of concern. Her voice was soft, probing and tender. “You know you can tell me if you don’t want to do it.”

“We’ve come too far to stop,” Richard said. “If we weren’t going to do it, we shouldn’t have started. Now we have, we should finish.”

Part of him did like the idea of her suffering what she had dealt out. It might not have been truly just but it was satisfying. And after seeing the state she’d left Kara in - and hearing what she had had to endure - Richard certainly felt like a little payback.

The thing was, it worried him just how easily he could leap to that.

“You’ve got her set out?”

“Yes, sir,” Kara said. “She’s nice and ready now. I’ve been teasing her all month but she hasn’t been allowed to cum once. At least, not properly. I’ve let her have a few ruined orgasms just to keep her wanting. She’s so ****!”

“You’re loving this, huh?”

She blinked, and a moment of introspection passed before she allowed herself to answer.

“I suppose I am,” she allowed. “Does that make me a bad person?”

“Depends,” Richard grunted. “I’m sure some people would think so. But it would apply to us both then so you wouldn’t be alone. No matter what, you know I’ll be with you.”

“I like it,” Kara said softly. “I like controlling her, watching her beg and submit. It feels…it feels good. After what she did to me, it makes me feel like the world is right again. Like I have the power. Like I am taking it back. Are we going too far?”

Richard shrugged.

“Who can say? I’m no expert in this sort of thing. But you said she needed this for the programming to take, right?”

“Yeah, it needs to be driven in. I guess you could say it’s the same way I needed to graduate on the Pentecost, remember? It’s like the capstone which solidifies everything else. If she doesn’t do it, there is a chance that her training will revert or that she’ll be able to break it. And then…”

“Then we’re back to square one,” Richard growled. “I get it. I suppose we should just try to enjoy ourselves with this. I’m sure Isabel won’t.”

“Just think of it as delivering a punishment for what she did.”

“I am, Kara. But promise me one thing, would you? If I go too far, pull me back.”

“You’re that mad at her?”

“For what she did to you? Always.”

As they talked, they walked. The old stone corridors of the vila flashed passed, ignored in the flurry of words. Kara had reserved a space for this. It was next to the boiler room, a storage area which she had cleared out and put to new work. Gone were the shelves, the canisters, the boxes of spare parts and mops.

Now instead, it consisted of a room full of gear, full of metal frames strapped with cuffs. Toys lined the walls, the roof and floor were anchored with hooks and a bed had been set into the far wall.

Isabel was waiting for them there. Richard came to a sudden stop, the door swinging shut behind them. His widened at the sight of her. A dozen complex emotions burned through him.

Isabel was bound. Her long, black hair had been braided into a ponytail. Her arms were pinned behind her back, painfully tight. She wore high heels, and stood on a raised platform, her legs spread and chained to the metal bar which jutted up between them. The one-bar prison - the same kind that Kara had endured before - invaded her pussy, penetrating her deeply. She was making soft little moaning sounds, shifting her weight back and forth.

A stream of wetness already stained the metal bar. Richard could only imagine what it felt like inside of her. Cold and hard and unyielding as it **** her labia aside. Her legs were trembling, her knees shaking. A small, vibrating device had been tapped to her clit, and Richard could see it softly buzzing.

Her back arched, waves of pleasure cascaded through her. Her moaning got louder and louder, the sound of a climax filled the room. But then, just as it seemed inevitable, the toy cut off and she loosed a ****, hollow wail.

“She’s been like that for three hours now,” Kara sounded smug. “Calibrating the toy to read her body was the hardest part but now I have, I can keep her like this pretty much forever.”

The toy and the bar were far from the only things that Kara had done. Richard paced the room, catching Isabel from every angle. His eyes moved from her shaking legs to the small puddle of moisture beneath her pussy to the thick, anal hook which had been **** between the cheeks of her ass. It looked cold and hard, and penetrated her anus as deeply as Kara could **** it. The hook extended up her back where it was connected to her braided hair, forcing her spine to arch seductively and causing spasms of pain every time she tried to move.

Her nipples had been pierced. Richard didn’t know when exactly Kara had done that, but she now sported a pair of piercings much like Kara’s own, though these ones were softly vibrating and flowed with a dark, black colour.

“What do you think, master?” Kara asked. “She’s a real sight, isn’t she? I tried to make sure she would never forget today.”

“I think you succeeded,” Richard said, the soft, mewling moans sent racing shivers up and down his spine. His cock was hard now. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from her naked body.

“And she chose this?”

“Begged for it,” Kara grinned. “Anything at all to make up for her crimes. Anything to be allowed to cum like a whore for us.”

Richard said nothing. There was glee in his girlfriend’s voice, an edge of sharpness to which he was not accustomed. He had thought the sight of Isabel would enrage him. He’d avoided her ever since Kara first let her out of the **** machine. Partly, it did. It made him feel furious, angry, every word, every barb, every deed she’d ever done screamed for punishment.

But that was the second part too. The realisation of how helpless she was now. How much power he had over her. It was stronger than any ****. The air caught in his throat, and a pulsing tightness filled his chest.

“Isabel,” Kara said suddenly. “Tell Richard all about what you want.”

Isabel’s eyes snapped open. She shuddered, the toy at her clit kicked into new life and her breathing hitched. Her legs shook, her whole body like jelly.

She whimpered, a soft, ****, pitiful sound. “I want to be punished… I want to be punished for what I did… master please! Please make me scream.”

‘’Master’’.

That word hit him like a bolt of lightning. It arced down his spine, danced between his nerves like a fire. Kara noticed the reaction, her mouth pulling into a smirk.

“It’s fun isn’t it?” She whispered. “To have her at your mercy like this. To hear her beg. Go on, do it. She’s your **** now. We both are. Punish her as only a master can and when you’re sure she’s learned her lesson we can finally let her go.”

“Please…” Isabel said. Her voice trembled, quaked. Was this even the same woman he’d met in the park? “Please, master, please punish me. I want you to make me squeal. I want you to make me pay.”

Richard moved, looking towards the rack of toys. His hand closed about the handle of a coiling whip. Its tail dragged along the stone floor. He’d never been able to bring himself fully to use a whip on Kara. Not with real intent. It had always felt beyond him. Beyond their game.

But Isabel wasn’t Kara.

The whip snapped out! It cracked through the air, lashing a trailing blow across Isabel’s chest. Her breasts jiggled, her face went pale and her muscles pulled tight against her bonds. The vibrations kicked into full throttle and she squealed, her body rocked with a thousand feelings. Pleasure roared and surged with every furious kiss of the whip. It cracked and snapped, Richard trailing it across her chest, marking her sensitive breasts until she was wailing. The piercings danced, each impact shaking her body. Her back pulled, her hair tugged on the anal hook. Her pussy throbbed with heat and want.

Richard’s blows landed, moving across her body, marking her pale skin with bruises, the whip circled and teased and snapped. Isabel cried,. Richard rained strikes down against her breasts, against her chest, against her thighs and legs.

And finally, against her pussy.

When the first strike touched her folds, Isabel convulsed, her eyes snapped wide, pain, pleasure and utter humiliation filled her face. The blow was soft, probing. Even wanting to punish her so much, Richard had no desire to cause permanent damage. But the lightest touch against such a sensitive place tore ragged, moaning yelps from her throat.

She shook, her cries becoming shrill, each strike made her body shake. Each burst of pain and pleasure filled her mind like a blooming flower. Isabel screamed. Halfway through, Richard realised she was pressing her body forward, trying to take the strike head-on. Thrusting her pussy wantonly into the path of the whip.

“Masochist,” he said.

The word made her quell, but there was no denying it. She wanted this. She wanted the pain, the punishment, the shame and the degradation. The machine had broken through the layers of mental isolation and defences she’d built up over the years.

Isabel saw who she was and she hated herself.

“Please!” She managed to gasp between lashing blows. “Make me pay! Punish me and show me my place!”

“And what is your place?” Kara circled around her, her hands moving, roaming, feeling and pinching. Isabel jerked with each pinch. “What are you, Isabel?”

“I’m a whore!” She gasped, “I’m a slut! I’m lower than low! Just trash who deserves to be used and thrown away!”

The admission turned Richard on and the whip cracked faster, snarling through the air as it met her pale skin, it filled her senses with pain. It rained down upon her, twisting and distorting her world into a fog of red arousal tinged with defeated, aching agony.

By the time it finally fell silent, coiling on the floor as Richard’s chest heaved, Isabel had been reduced to a soaking mess. The metal bar between her legs was slick with wetness. Red welts crisscrossed her skin. Tears ran down her face, and she gulped greedily for air as the pain subsided.

“You think it’s over?” Richard asked her. “Do you think you deserve a reward yet?”

“No….” her voice was soft, faint. “Please…”

“Beg for it.”

“I can’t…”

“Do it.”

“No…have mercy, I don’t want to say it…”

“But you do, don’t you? That’s why you’re fighting so hard. You know that if you say it, you won’t be able to take it back. You know you’ll be admitting something. Not to me, but to yourself. Say it.”

“Please…”

Her eyes screwed tightly shut.

“Please punish me, master. I deserve everything you want to do and more.”

“Choose how you want to be punished, Isabel,” Kara joined the conversation now, she was still, her hands trailed Isabel’s trembling flesh. One rose up, stroking her breasts. “Choose what you deserve.”

“Plase… the dildo… you know the one…”

A look of downright evil came over Kara’s face.

“That dildo?”

“Yes….”

“Good choice.”

She reached down, the metal bar between Isabel’s legs retracted. As it sank into the platform, Richard saw the sticky strands of arousal which stretched from Isabel’s soaking pussy. She flushed shamefully, but Kara soon returned with a new toy.

It looked like a normal dildo to Richard. It was black, made of some kind of leather. It was surprisingly small, and after the width of the metal bar, Kara had no problem at all inserting it. She did so slowly, teasing it back and forth as Isabel whimpered and begged. Once in place though, Kara took hold of a remote in her other hand and stepped back.

“You’ll like this, master,” she said.

At the touch of a button, the dildo began to hum, Isabel closed her eyes. At first, Richard wasn’t sure that it was even doing anything at all, but its swelling size soon became unmistakable.

Isabel’s whimpers were louder now. The dildo was expanding, pressing her labia aside. It was already larger than any man and still going. Her cuffed hands clenched, her legs shook. With a crash, she collapsed to her knees, her mouth opened in a silent cry.

What was it like to feel that thing inside of you? Pushing deeper, filling you up? Taking up every last inch of space and still going? Her body clenched, her inner walls closed around it, hugging it even as it kept going. The whimpering gasps of denial that tumbled from her mouth were so sexy.

Even sexier was the feeling of Kara’s hands on his belt.

“Master,” she whispered, “you should enjoy this too. Why doesn’t your slutty **** show you just how much she appreciates you?”

Kara drew down his leggings, her lips closed around his cock. Now it was Richard’s turn to give a little moan. The warm wetness of her mouth was always welcome, but as his eyes feasted on the sight of Isabel’s utter submission? It was beyond divine!

Isabel was rocking back and forth now, her face was drawn and tight, pained gasps and murmurs spilled from her lips like a tide. The vibrator at her clit was still going, infusing pain and humiliation with pleasure. Her **** want to climax filled her face, her senses were stretched. Pushed to the very limit but Kara had made the machine too well and it still denied her the ending that she so desired. The yearning need on her face was more than enough to spike Richard’s arousal. Kara’s lips around his cock only added to that.

She was an expert at this, her tongue moved, her fingers curled around his base, her head bobbed back and forth, sucking and teasing at his member. Fiery plumes of pleasure darted and flashed through his mind, his hands pressed against her copper hair. His cock throbbed, the feeling of her lips became the centre of his world. The sight of Isabel’s struggling only intensified the feeling. His muscles began to feel weak, his breathing became faster. It was so good. His body spasmed, and a heady tightness filled his lower body. His cock grew harder, Kara’s motions back and forth became more frenzied as she sensed his closeness.

Richard gave a long, groaning sigh of satisfaction as his climax came, his cock throbbed, his orgasm rippled through him and his cum filled Kara’s mouth. She drank it greedily, one of her hands fell between the legs of her dress, touching herself as a reward for being a good girl and swallowing every drop. Her eyes were wide now, arousal and desire danced in her emerald gaze.

He had no words but the strength of his embrace showed his feelings. Together, he and Kara watched as Isabel whimpered and gasped and struggled to cum. Her body trembled, her muscles danced. The pain of her bondage held her tight, and every rocking twitch of her muscles reminded her of just how helpless she truly was.

The toy was not designed to actually cause her any real harm, so as soon it reached the very limits of her capacity, it stopped expanding, but the feeling of fullness filled her and kept her. Her hands bunched behind her back, her face pale. Her wetness welling around the body of the toy. The vibrator connected to her clit teased her and tormented her, walking her again and again right to the edge of the climax that she so wanted.

The sight - combined with her ****, wanton gasps, filled Richard with a new kind of heat. It was not long before his cock began to stir and harden again.

“Kara.”

“Yes, sir?”

“You’re wearing clothes and you shouldn’t be.”

“Yes, sir!”

She jumped to her feet, her hands brushing against her dress as she hastily dragged it aside. She was wearing no underwear, her pussy was soaking, wet with want and need. Richard’s eyes rested on it for a moment, and then moved to her breasts - her nipples hard and stiff - and finally to her flushing face.

They took Isabel then. She moaned as Kara finally removed the toy from her pussy. The hook was dragged from her ass. The sounds of her **** moans filled the room and her breasts were warm and yielding to Richard’s fingers as he reached out to stroke them. The soft squeak she made stiffened his cock in a surge of arousal.

“Do you want to cum, slut?” He whispered to her. “Do you finally want to climax for us?”

“Yes,” she moaned like her very life depended on it. “Please, please, please! Oh god, I just want to cum!”

Maybe they would let her cum, he considered. But she’d have to earn it first. Richard pressed her forward, bracing her upper body against the wall of the cell and splayed her lower legs. His cock was hard, her ass was already lubricated to allow the hook entrance before. Her muscles tightened in ecstasy as he sank into her from behind.

Kara knelt between her legs. Isabel spasmed as she felt the hot, wet caress of her tongue. Her rhythmic motions matched the pace set of Richard’s thrusts. The vibrator strapped to her clit, they kept where it was. Its buzzing, throbbing presence filled her world and dominated her thoughts, the constant, low pleasure counterpointed nicely by the sharp spikes of aching heat that stabbed through her with every penetration and the feeling of Kara’s tongue delving into her womanhood.

Her body was full of fireworks, her nerves screaming for more and more as her pleasure surged. After so long being denied, kept right on the edge, her desperation for release was evident in every twitch and gasping ragged moan.

Her head spun, and her body rocked. Richard’s hands locked around her waist, his hips thrusting, filling her up, making her spasm and moan as her inner walls closed about his shaft.

Isabel’s world became a flurry of motion, of grunting whimpering and flashing, buzzing pleasure mixed with pain. Richard’s cock was hard and long, parting the cheeks of her ass and forcing her front against the cold, hard wall. Pain flared with every thrust, a burning between her cheeks which told her that he was too big for her to easily take. He fucked her roughly, relentlessly, with not a care for her own comfort. Her toes curled, the feeling of being used like this filled her up, the sheer, helpless frustration and submission. His fingers clawed at her, digging into her skin. Pulling her back with each thrust, forcing himself deeper and deeper inside of her.

And Kara’s tongue! She was at once both demanding and rough, her touch spread through Isabel’s pussy in throbbing, burning waves. She gave no pause, no rest, no break. Before long, her head was spinning and she just wanted to scream. It was too much to take! It was all too much!

There were tears in her eyes. Her body was aflame. Her senses were screaming, stimulation flooded her nerves, carrying her onwards and onwards. She couldn’t think anymore, she couldn’t fight back. Kara’s lips at her pussy sucked and teased, her tongue exploring her folds. Her body strained, and explosive bolts of ecstasy shot through her like crackling lightning. Each one greater than the last, the feeling rising up and up and up inside of her until she couldn’t even remember her own name!

Slap!

An explosion of pain erupted against her ass! Richard’s hand fell forward, catching her with his full strength.

slap!

It came again! The agony rippled across her pale skin. His other hand reached around her, cruel fingers pinching her nipples like a vice. Isabel shrieked.

slap!

slap!

slap!

He found a rhythm, interspersing slaps with thrusts, fucking her and spanking her at the same time. Tremors raced along her body, breaking against her mind in waves. She moaned and cried, a wordless sound of utter submission and defeat. the orgasm peaking within her. Her body strained, tightening around Richard’s cock.

He must have sensed it, he leaned over her, whispering into her ear.

“Tell us what you are. Tell us exactly what you are as you cum, Isabel.”

She bucked; writhing against the feeling of his hardened shaft. Her spine bent, heat flooded through her and the mix of pleasure and pain banished any kind of resistance. She felt humiliated, powerless, utterly beaten and totally spent.

“I-I-Ah!-I’m a slut! I’m a whore! I…I’m a terrible person who doesn’t even deserve to wear clothes!”

Richard fucked her harder, her words inspiring a frenzy within him, driving him over the edge.

“More,” he barked.

“I’m a criminal who got caught and lost the right even to be a person,” Isabel gasped, her legs half folded, her arms pressing against the wall to brace her position. “I deserve to be fucked and used!”

“More!”

She cried out, his thrusts were powerful and deep now, a blazing heat was filling her body. Her eyes rolled back and she felt more shame and disgust in herself than she ever had before.

“My only value is my pussy!” She snarled. “I should spend the rest of my life serving my betters on my knees! It’s all I’m good for!”

“You want this? You want to be this?”

“Yes!” She squeaked. “I want to be a whore! Please, master, let your whore cum!”

“Cum, then!” Richard barked, bringing his hand hammering down against her ass one last time. “Cum like the slut you are.”

She did. As if his orders had been the last thing she needed, Isabel’s body tensed up. Waves of tension washed through her. Her muscles grew taut, her nerves peaked, a pulsing, throbbing tightness began to crest. Her clit became the centre of the world, the maddening vibrations from the toy combined with Kara’s questing mouth filled her entire existence. She squealed, she writhed, her body burned with sensation so powerful it took her breath away.

It rose up inside of her, so intense, so shameful. A final, brutal hammer blow against the woman she used to be. As her nerves screamed, as her body trembled, as her lips babbled, Isabel plunged. She plunged into ecstasy, the searing, dancing climax which washed through her, screaming like a storm inside of her skull.

Her body convulsed. Richard continued to fuck her roughly, his cock spearing her, filling her. His cum exploded inside of her. Kara’s mouth gave her no break, no rest.

She crashed to the ground, leaning against the wall, her body trembling and shaking as Kara and Richard watched.

She felt like she had run a mile. Her body ached. She was sore all over. Sore, but satisfied. Surely, that was her lesson learned, wasn’t it? Surely it was all over?

“I’m going to use your pussy next,” Richard said, reaching for her legs and forcing them apart. “I’m going to fuck you until I’m damn sure you’re never going to do what you did to anyone else.”

And he did. They both did. Kara played with her breasts next, sucking and licking them while Richard fucked her pussy. When he came again - filling her with his seed as she flushed and whined and gasped - Kara gave him a taser rod which he traced across her body. The tip felt cold and hard, the knowledge that at any moment it could spark to life filled her mind and knotted her muscles.

He used it once, twice, catching her in the side and on the left breast. Isabel screamed and convulsed, her senses were on fire. He pressed the goad in between her legs, fucking her with it again and again until she climaxed for a second time.

Her pussy was sensitive now. Her nerves stretched to the limit. She couldn’t take much more stimulation.

But neither of them seemed to care for that. As the day went on, they traded places again. Kara came to be her mistress, leashing her and collaring her, forcing Isabel to eat her out while she was fucked by a pumping dildo. Richard used the whip again, cracking it down against her body, and Kara even **** her to lay with her legs spread as she took a flogger to her clit.

So much stimulation left her totally ****. She had no chance to recover, no time to gather her wits. It was one torment to the next, and each time she climaxed, the feeling seemed so much stronger. Her pussy throbbed and clenched, her clitoris burned, and she was **** to expend herself again and again.

She came to the feeling of Richard’s cock inside of her.

She came to the feeling of the whip as it coiled and caressed her flesh.

She came to Kara’s degradations, the words branding themselves in her mind, carving deeply into the bedrock of her thoughts.

She lost track after that; her mind became flooded, overwhelmed with waves of pleasure and agony that mixed and merged into one indescribable feeling. She twitched and moaned and gasped, a shaking, mindless thing left on the ground. Unable to talk or move or beg. Able only to feel, to tremble, to experience the most intense sensations as they washed over her again and again and again and again and again.

How long did they keep her for that? How many orgasms did she feel? She would honestly never know. At some point, her mind seemed to shut down, like a ship buffeted by a stormy sea, all she could do was hold on. The waves tossed and turned her, sent her careening and crashing. She lost track of everything. Everything she had been, everything that she had ever wanted to be.

Eventually, at some point, it was over. Exhausted, spent, sweating and absolutely used up, Isabel was finally allowed to rest. Her shivering body was laid on the bed to recover. She collapsed into a deep, dreamless sleep. A trance of absolute exhaustion.