Learning by Degree

Alex took Rose’s hand, knocked on the dungeon door and entered, Rose staying close to him holding his hand in both of hers.

The sight that greeted them owed much to gothic horror. Jean was naked but for a tight fitting hood, suspended by her ankles in the centre of the room, her arms and legs spread and secured, above to a spreader bar, below by wrist ropes to shackles screwed to the wooden floor. Brian stood arms crossed next to her wearing leather chaps and boots, a crotch strap with steel ring framed his erect cock. All about the perimeter of the room stood candelabra each with three thick white candles. But the main lighting in the room was provided by spot lights all trained on Jean.  

Alex was surprised, He’d never suspected, nor even speculated on what Jean might be concealing beneath her voluminous public clothing. But now brightly lit against the dark walls, clear as day he could see, she had a great body, not great like Rose, but still, for a woman of her age she must have taken care of herself.

Brian ushered them to an aluminium scaffold frame mounted on a solid wooden base with castors. “Please restrain your slave here, and then, er, place her where you wish and, er, have a seat.” He indicated a soft red leather two seat sofa beside the frame. 

There were ropes and two suspension cuffs waiting on the floor next to the frame, Alex gave the cuffs to Rose. “Put these on your wrists while I tie your ankles.”

Rose was soon stood hands high and apart, her ankles tied far enough apart that she balanced on her toes. He stood back and admired his slave, a thought occurred to him, he rolled the frame in front of the sofa. He made himself comfortable then pulled the frame back against the sofa. He had a perfect view of Jean, yet still had access to Rose. He ran a flat hand up the inside of her thigh then cupped her pussy, feeling how wet she was. Normally he would have Rose lick her own juices from his fingers but he was wildly aroused, he smelled her excitement, intoxicated by her aroma, he licked his own fingers. He noticed Brian stood arms crossed next to the rack of whips, floggers, crops and belts, clearly he was waiting for a signal to begin.

“Sorry Brian, please, you have my attention.”

Brian turned to the rack of impact toys and selected a leather cat with braided strands, each with a knot tied at the end. But, rather than wielding the cat he dropped it into a bucket of water below the rack and took up a thin fibreglass cane. As he walked to his hanging target he swung the cane to and fro cutting the air. He didn’t pause to aim, or give a warning tap, he just kept swinging the cane rhythmically striking his target. He circled his victim, one step every second, one stripe every step. Jean flinched and jerked at each stroke, moaning constantly punctuated by occasional screams as the cane found a nipple, pussy lip or tight skin over a bone, but her bonds didn't allow her any possibility of avoiding the onslaught. 

Alex sat transfixed slowly rubbing his hand up and down Rose’s inner thigh. Rose too couldn’t take her eyes off the scene, tensing as blows landed on sensitive areas. Maybe she tensed in apprehension of Jean’s suffering, or maybe it was the tight grip Alex took on a handful of thigh flesh as breast or pussy were striped.

After three minutes, abruptly it stopped, the cane was simply thrown aside, Jean’s body front and back from thighs to shoulders covered in a criss-cross of thin red marks. Brian didn’t pause, he simply took something from a cabinet drawer and without care or apparent thought fixed a crocodile clip to Jean’s outer pussy lip wrapped the attached elastic cord around her thigh and attached a second crocodile clip below the first then ignoring Jean’s strained groans repeated with the other lip.

Rose echoed Jean’s moaning, not through sympathy, Alex recognised it. Her hips gave her away, and if her hips hadn’t betrayed her arousal the drips on the wooden base did. Alex stood, gathered as much of her juices on his middle fingers as he could and thrust them into her mouth. She sucked and licked eagerly at them.

“Alex, Sir?” She asked when she finished licking.

“Yes Rose, what is it?”

“Could you do me a little bit? Please, I need something.”

“No, be quiet and watch. And don’t interrupt again.”

Rose hung her head and sighed, raising it again to see Brian stuffing a lit candle into Jean’s stretched open hole. Brian had cut a V into the front wall that held back the pool of molten wax it was close to flowing out. He knelt in front of her and pushed the tip of his cock into the mouth hole in Jean’s hood, then holding her head he pushed embedding his cock to the hilt. Rose didn’t gag or seem to offer any resistance. He pulled out, let her exhale then rammed back into her holding her head tight to his crotch. In no time Jean was struggling, her stomach undulating in the effort to inhale, seconds later her whole body spasmed in panicked urgency for oxygen. The wax overflowed through the notch and the hot flowing wax deepened the notch. The molten wax pooled onto her pussy flowing around her inner lips and forward over her clit. Having forced her to upset the wax pool Brian withdrew. Jean’s thrashing in desperation for breath became thrashing to shake off as much wax as possible from her pussy, her screams escaping fast  in time with her breathing.

Alex sat on the edge of the sofa one hand on Rose,s outer thigh the other the other at her pussy his two middle fingers making little circles around her hole, as Jean’s wax began to flow he curled his fingers and pushed forward scratching  his nails across Rose’s lips and clitoris. Her moans matched Jean’s.

Urgently she pleaded with Alex. “Please Sir, may I cum, please Sir please.”

Alex stood and whispered in her ear. “When Jean cums, you can cum, otherwise watch and be quiet.”

Brian blew out the candle and beckoning Alex to join him, went to a set of drawers opening the top drawer. The two of them with their backs to Rose quietly discussed the contents, selecting items, clearly they were plotting something, but Rose couldn’t hear, she just saw Alex nodding in agreement or disagreeing, choosing alternatives. Soon Alex returned to Rose carrying something with straps concealed in one hand and a black velvet bag in the other.

“To help you stay quiet.” He said as he held the inflatable gag to her lips. “Open wide.”

Rose opened her mouth to speak. Please Sir, I’ll be quiet, she would have said, but Alex pushed the gag into her mouth and buckled the strap behind her head. He pumped the bulb inflating the gag, all the time keeping eye contact with his slave. Her eyes widened, her head pulled back and she rattled at her wrist restraints.

“Breathe Rose, relax and breathe.” He told her.

She made a conscious effort to control herself. She soon regained control and nodded at Alex.

“And in case you feel left out.” He reached in the bag and pulled out two little nooses with weights which he slipped onto Rose’s nipples and tightened. “Brian has kindly loaned me some extra weights and some other bits and pieces, so try and cum quietly.”

Brian retrieved the cat from the bucket where he’d left it, water dripped from every strand. He swung it viciously toward Jean not making contact, but an arc of water wet her from one hip to opposite shoulder. He resumed his pacing around Jean swinging the cat, twisting the handle with each lash to spread the wet strands. As he passed behind her, hardly breaking rhythm he snatched the candle from her cunt and threw it aside, the solidified pool of hot wax that had flowed onto her now tender skin remained. On his next lap as passed in front of her he grabbed the still warm wax peeling it away from her flesh. He glanced at it smiling, then held it for Alex to see. A perfect imprint of Jean’s cunt, he threw it aside with the discarded candle and cane and resumed his laps.

Rose desperately wanted to cum, watching Jean’s torments, the full mouth, the weights pulling at her nipples and Alex’ hand playing with her hole and stroking her now wet inner thighs had made her desperate for release.

Brian stopped his pacing and concentrated his blows on Jean’s torso and pussy, and Alex mirrored every pussy lash with a light slap to Rose’s pussy. Instead of desperation to cum she had to control herself. The inner slut just wanted to scream with pleasure and grind onto Alex’s hand, but tied as she was, all she could do was thrust her hips trying to get more feeling from his hand, trying to place her pussy to receive each little slap on her clit. But Alex’s slave knew she had to hold back, to wait until Jean gave her a signal. 

Brian concentrated all his lashes on Jean’s pussy, faster and harder they fell, her screaming threatening to drown the sound of the blows. Alex slapped harder and faster on Rose’s soaking pussy.

Jean's writhing body froze for a few seconds, only the sound of cat meeting flesh echoed around the room. Then her screaming orgasm exploded, shaking her body. Brian hurriedly threw aside the cat, took off the crocodile clips and continued slapping her tormented par boiled pussy with his hand dragging every last shaking, juddering, hip thrusting piece of orgasm from her leaving her sobbing, her tears soaking the forehead of her hood.

Alex, so entranced by the vision of Rose’s pain driven explosive orgasm had stopped slapping Rose’s pussy. She bucked her hips and tried to urge him back into focus trying to squeal through the gag but her pleading was drowned beneath Jean’s screams.

Alex helped Brian release Jean and she crawled to the side of the room curling up in a foetal position, both hands holding her bruised and scalded pussy. On turning back to Rose he knew from her narrow eyed stare she was angry, at the height of her arousal he’d denied her the orgasm she’d so desperately wanted, needed. He held a finger to his lips, stepped forward and hugged her, releasing the valve and buckle on the gag with one hand, whispering in her ear.

“I’m sorry Rose, I know, I’ll make it up to you.”

Rose dissolved, crying. “Oh, Alex, Sir, I just wanted to cum so much.”

From behind them a hoarse voice broke their moment. Alex turned to see Jean crawling toward them. “Please Alex.” Jean glanced at Brian and continued. “Sir,” Brian seemed to straighten at the word. “May I, please it’s been so long, may I give Rose her orgasm?”

Alex hesitated, looked at Brian. 

Brian took the opportunity. “Yes you can.” Then to Alex. “Turn her around so her back faces Jean.”

Alex did as demanded.

Brian crouched next to the crawling Jean. “I know what you want, but you’ll suffer for it. Crawl to her on your back and keep your legs open.”

Jean must have known what was coming, maybe she believed she could withstand a little more torment just for her first taste of pussy in twenty years. Maybe she knew the outcome, but had to try. She edged closer to Rose craning her head backward reaching upward, her mouth open, tongue ready. As she pushed upward with her arms, so close she could smell it. Brian who’d taken a leather paddle from the rack, dealt her a vicious blow to her pussy. Instantly she folded, gripping between her legs.

“You bastard! You fucking bastard!” She spat at Brian.

She tried again. And again and again Brian struck her. She collapsed back into her foetal position sobbing.

Rose with Alex beside, embracing her, buried her head in the crook of his neck, almost screamed “Make it stop. Please Alex make it stop, please.”

Alex held a palm to Brian and shouted. “Enough!” Then remembering his etiquette. “Sorry Brian, it’s enough for Rose, we’re going to go.”

Brian looked shocked. “Er, of course, if you want to go, of course.” He leant to untie Rose’s ankle.

“No! Brian.” Alex interrupted him. “I’ll do it. I tied her, I’ll release her.”

Brian turned away and feigned checking his tools of torment.

Alex led Rose to the door, then paused and turned kneeling next to Jean. “Will you be alright Jean, is there something we can do?”

 Jean looked up at Alex, gave him a smile and a wink and said. “I’ll be fine, he hasn’t done my tits or fucked me yet.”