The Widower

   'Clever girl....' Marie's voice was quiet, but the words seemed loud in John's ear.

He turned to face Marie, who was slowly walking towards him, dressed in a white dressing gown, barefooted on the sandy surface of the courtyard. 'How long have you been here?'

'Long enough...' she stopped next to Luci, reaching up to stroke her face. 'Come over here John, I want you to answer Luci's question, face to face.'

John did as he was told, standing in front of Luci. Marie didn't stop him as he reached out with his hand, tracing the weals the whip had left across Luci's stomach, feeling the muscles tense as his hand dropped to her cunt.

'What do you want to do to her, John?'

'I...I want to break you, Luci...' His fingers felt the unmistakable slickness of her arousal.

'How, John?'

'I want....I...' he swallowed, then, a part of him that seemed to have been struggling to surface since he arrived here broke through.

'I want to work you till you drop. I want to see you bathed in sweat from morning till night. If you don't do something to my satisfaction, I will take it out on you on a night in the cruelest ways I can imagine...'

Luci's cunt was so slick now, and he easily slid two fingers inside of her. Her breathing was ragged, and he could see the struggles she was having to stay on her feet.

'What's your first command John?' Marie was looking at him intently.

'I want you to beg Luci. I want you to beg me to break you, and I want you to beg me to let you come....'

'Please.... Break me.... I want..I want...you to break me.... ' He could hear he desperation in her voice. 'Oh Christ... Please Sir... Break me.... And let....me come!'

John nodded, and Luci tossed her head back and nearly screamed. He felt her cunt spasm, and felt a gush of liquid on his arm and legs, but he didn't stop thrusting with his fingers until her legs gave way, leaving her supporting her weight with just her arms.

'Oh...f....fuck.... Jesus fuck....'

He pulled out his fingers, slick with her juices, and held them up to her lips. 'Are you going to clean your mess up, Luci?

She answered by opening her mouth, letting John stick the fingers inside, where she sucked on them eagerly.

Marie reached around, Luci, helping her to get back into her feet. 'Are you ok to stand, Luci?'

'I...I think so...' Her breathing was slowing now, the violence of her orgasm subsiding.

'Good.' She turned to John. 'She's yours now John. Do you want to leave her chained like this?'

John looked at Luci, seeing the hint of a smile. 'Yes, yes I do....'

'See you in the Morning, Pony...'