He who cracks the whip

“nngh!” Hannah gasped, trembling as the firm hands toyed with her most intimate, private places like they owned her. Her ass burned but it was nothing against the burning humiliation she felt at being molested so openly… so possessively… and her own shame that she couldn’t find the strength to fight back.

She was being toyed with.

She stared at Fiona for help – the redhead returned her stare with one of her own. It was a look from the dawn of time, from before language, a look from one prey to another that said very clearly - Don’t. Move.

The fingers found the ****, sensitive nub of her clit and Hannah’s heart thrummed in her chest as the touch made her weakened body shudder. She gasped, her pussy, still hypersensitive from her night of torment ached in a way which made it impossible for her to know if she was feeling pain or pleasure.

“Caesar… Please… It’s her first day…” Fiona spoke softly.

Hannah felt him press into her, his torso was thick but strong, and she could feel a distinct hardness against the small of her back. His cologne was spicy, deep, like exotic wood. The fingers at her breast sunk in, clutching her, sending more electric jolts through her helpless body.

“Are you telling me to stop Fifi?” The man growled, his hot breath against Hannah’s ear. She felt his stubble tickle her neck.

Fiona chewed her tongue, “… No… You know I’d nev-”

“irik’ani” He interrupted sharply, barking a command in a language Hannah didn’t recognise.

She whimpered, her heart skipping a beat in alarm as, the moment the word left his lips Fiona jumped and started stripping frantically. She tugged at her clothes as though they were burning her, discarding them without care.

“What is your name?” His voice returned to Hannah's ear, it was close, his breath burning hot, the question felt laced with poison. He rolled her nipple and her clit between his fingers, his tone casual and calm - as though Fiona's frantic undressing from his single command was perfectly normal.

“H-H-Hannah” She gasped, stammering, her eyes wide as she watched Fiona’s bare skin come into view. The scars she’d described, the burns, washed across her body in curves and curls, as though she had been painted with fire.

“Good” He said simply, before, without warning, the fingers at her clit descended and then thrust inside her. Hannah gasped, drawn to her toes by the sudden insertion. His fingers were strong, immovable unless he wanted them to, like iron, and she whimpered at the way he was able to hold her so agonisingly still.

“My name is Caesar, I am-” he stopped himself, growling with amusement as though looking for the right words, “You could say I am the lion tamer… but we have no lions”

Hannah swallowed a whimper, what was he then… ‘A woman tamer’?!

Just as Fiona kicked away the last of her clothes, panting, Caesar issued another command Hannah did not understand, “weleli”

The redhead paused, for just a moment their eyes met before Fiona looked away ashamed and dropped to the ground. Caesar’s fingers moved inside Hannah’s overheated pussy, a gentle but firm thrust; slow, methodical, out and in again as she watched the fire-dancer assume her position on the floor.

She turned and knelt, her back to them, before leaning forwards until head was resting on the floor of the spa. With her back arched, she raised her bare ass and pussy into the air, pointed directly at them. Fiona placed her hands behind her back, crossed at the wrists, palms up and fingers spread, and lifted her feet in the same way, her ankles crossed and toes pointed rigidly. It was a degrading display of pure submission which she held, trembling and still.

Hannah felt Caesar’s cock twitch in his pants at the sight.

“I want you to know that I teach all our girls these basic tricks,” He said conversationally, his breath tickling Hannah’s earlobe as his fingers continued to ease in and out of her, “and I look forward to teaching you too…”

The blond shuddered, a swirling mix of anxious energy mixing with the torturous pleasure he was drawing from her core. Looking down at Fiona’s submissive display, a pet performing at the command of her Master, Hannah moaned – He’s showing me the future…

“… and so many more…” Caesar teased, his voice dripping with pure arrogance, “... I look forward to seeing just how flexible you can be... Hannah” The way he said her name made her shiver in unwanted heat.

He pinched her nipple and withdrew his fingers from her sex, leaving Hannah’s needy pussy once again pink and ****, aching with her own pulse. Holding her still with the hand on her breast, Caesar brought the other, slick with her arousal, up towards her face.

No!

“Open” He said, as casually as someone might say hello.

Hannah, blushing and ashamed at herself, obeyed, her lips parting. She whimpered as his fingers slipped inside her mouth, her own juices brought against her tongue as she closed her lips around them. Caesar’s hand was like steel, fixed to her mouth, and she could only suck lamely, her cheeks growing brighter pink.

Without removing his fingers, Hannah felt him move, his other hand releasing her breast and his body disappearing from against her back as he stepped around her and into view for the first time.

He was tall, broad shouldered with slick raven hair. His skin shone with Mediterranean bronze while his jaw was set with perfect smirking arrogance. He wore riding boots and black pants beneath a blue, hussar’s military dress jacket, worn casually open and crisscrossed with black rope. His clothes did nothing to hide the perfectly sculpted muscular prowess beneath and Hannah couldn’t help but notice the riding crop and loop of rope on his belt.

The blonde sniffed for air through her nose, snorting as she stared at him, obediently continuing to suckle his fingers and hold the pose he’d set her in. The pose he’d whipped her in to.

“I’m taking you back to your cabin” Caesar said, his piercing blue eyes sparkling with sadistic confidence as his gaze locked to Hannah’s. “You will be blindfolded. You will not speak. You will walk where I tell you, how I tell you, or you will be punished. Do you understand?”

She mewled into his fingers, glancing down at Fiona and with growing anxiety. Hannah gave a weak whimper and nodded her head as much as she could with his fingers locked between her lips.

“Good.” He nodded before lazily withdrawing his hand, Hannah blushed as her lips smacked free.

“Turn around”

Hannah reluctantly complied, maintaining her position as much as she could. Her rapidly reddening skin grew brighter as she felt him step up behind her again before, without warning, her world was plunged back into darkness.