The Ascendancy Chronicles - The Beginning (2 page)

Bitch. Such a bitch.

The first image I saw as I dropped a couple
of tokens into the slot was a ginger redhead, hung by thick leather
cuffs around her wrists connected to heavy chains from the ceiling
so that her feet were off the ground. Her legs were spread wide by
a metal bar attached to thick leather cuffs around her ankles. A
huge red ball gag filled her pretty mouth, while large alligator
clamps pinched her nipples. Weights hanging from the clamps swung
violently as she struggled.

The alligator clamps were the real thing -
the kind with nasty teeth on them. And it looked like those teeth
were biting hard on each of her plump nipples. She had those big
nice natural full tits you love to handle with thick nipples. The
kind of nipples a guy loves to suck and bite. They reminded me of
Drew’s.

The camera panned down to her bare pussy –
shaved completely. I couldn’t help but stare at that pussy as my
hand undid my pants and I unleashed my cock. Stroking it, I
wondered what it would be like to play with a shaved cunt,
fascinated by that bare wet pussy on the screen as I stroked my
meat.

Her pussy lips were spread wide and open. And
clipped to her clit was another alligator clip, even heavier
weights pulling it down as she moaned. The camera zoomed in on her
swollen and tortured clit, the alligator clip clamped cruelly at
the base.

I stroked my cock nice and slow, picturing
what it would be like to finger fuck that tender pussy or torment
that swollen clit.

As the camera panned back out, a man with a
leather hood covering his head stepped into the picture and groped
those gorgeous tits, then shoved his finger into her pussy, making
the weight swing wildly. He stroked her and pumped her several
times as he pushed another finger in. She responded, obviously
wanting the attention, eyes closed.

The bitch moaned and arched into him, begging
with her body.

He stepped out of the picture, then returned
with a nasty looking whip – a long handled thing with about three
feet of what looked like braided leather on the end. He snapped it
in the air three times, then lashed her right across the top of
those full tits without pause. A red welt immediately formed on the
flesh.

She screamed into the gag.

He asked if she wanted another as he flicked
the tip of the whip in the air, causing it to snap loudly.

Eyes wide, she nodded her head yes.

He stepped behind her and took another swing,
striking her across her tight ass as the tip wrapped around and
snapped loudly on her bare mound, adding another welt to the four
already raised on the flesh of her ass from what must have been a
previous whipping while a new welt appeared on her tender mound.
Even through the gag, she squealed, struggling and causing the
weights hanging on her nipples and the one hanging from her cunt to
sway even more violently.

"You had enough, bitch?"

The girl shook her head no, eyes staring at
her tormentor.

He looked her over once more. “Fine, “he
commented as he viciously groped her shaven pussy once more,
fingering her deeply for several minutes before slapping her bare
mound hard. “I’ll be back after you’ve had a chance to think about
things to give you a few more and see if you’ve learned your
lesson." Smacking her tits with his bare hands once more, he turned
and left the screen.

I stared at her as the camera closed in,
focusing on her tormented nipples and panning up to emphasize the
gag stretching her mouth. A tendril of saliva slipped off her chin
and the camera panned with it as the clear liquid slowly stretched
downward to her tormented tits, the welt now very red and
raised.

Control.

An idea formed in my alcohol-soaked brain as
the scene changed and her tormentor came back on the screen – the
whip still in one hand along with a huge vibrator in his other.

I shoved all the tokens into the slot and sat
back, stroking myself as I enjoyed the show and letting my idea
take shape.

CHAPTER ONE

I popped Drew’s ass with the palm of my hand,
leaving a nice red print of my hand on her tanned skin. Her eyes
popped open and she looked at me, trying to focus.

I smiled as I popped her ass cheek again, the
force of my spanking jerking her against the suspension. Her ass
was so nice and tight, the muscles tensed against the tension of
this brutal suspension.

I circled my lovely bitch. Slapping her tits
on each side and smacking her plump pussy mound hard, I traced the
sharply detailed tattoo above her pussy, marking her permanently as
my property.

Chuckling, I remembered how I set up that
first session with her, playing the hurt husband while at the same
time setting her up to meet this Master who was supposed to test
her.

I toyed with Drew’s clit between the tight
ropes, rubbing it against those ropes as I worked it between them
and grinning as I remembered that Monday conversation that set her
on the path – a path that led her to this.

*****

"C'mon, Drew. You owe me at least a chance to
talk. It’s been over four weeks."

"We’ve talked. I just don't think there's
anything left," she responded over the phone. "Hon, I love you but
you've lost the fire you had and I need something more. And as much
as I love you, I can’t wait to see if you ever get it back. I want
it now."

“Like what? What is it you need now?” I acted
indignant, but smiled as I typed and hit the ENTER key.

She was quiet for several seconds. “I can’t
explain it. But I have to find out if what I want is out there or
if it’s all just bullshit.”

“So I’m not good enough?”

Drew was silent for a moment, “You’ve always
been good enough. I just want to experience something you can’t
give me.” She was almost too quiet. “I wish I could explain.”

I paused as I typed, hoping she couldn’t hear
the click of the keys through the earbud. "Drew, after ten years,
you owe me at least a chance to work this out."

I pressed ENTER.

There was a long pause. “Drew?"

"I'm here," she replied. I could hear the
clicking of her nails on the keyboard.

"Drew?"

"I'm sorry. I'm busy."

I read the message on my screen, then typed a
quick reply. "Drew, are you dating someone?”

“No. I’m not.” She quickly responded, almost
defiantly. “Why?”

“You sound pre-occupied.” I offered in fake
indignation.

“I’m sorry. Just chatting with friends
online.” She responded almost absently. I could hear her nails
clicking on her keyboard.

I smiled as I read my screen. Everything was
falling into place.

The stupid bitch didn’t even know who she was
chatting with.

I decided to seal the deal, quickly typing as
I spoke, “Drew, hon, how about you meet me at our favorite
restaurant for a nice dinner and a little wine. A little romance
would do wonders for both of us."

I pressed ENTER.

There was a long pause and I could hear the
clicking of her nails. "When?"

I smiled. This was almost fun "How about
Friday? I'll get off early. We could have the weekend to talk."

The reply came back on my screen as her voice
filled the receiver. "I can't," she replied. "I have something to
do Friday."

"Drew, are you sure you can't cancel?" I
typed the reply I knew would close the deal, hit ENTER and then
acted the hurt puppy. “You have something more important than
us?”

Almost without emotion, she responded.
"Listen, I need to go."

Before I could say anything, she hung up.

I smiled as I read her response, typed a
reply, pressed ENTER, then closed my screen and shut off the
computer.

*****

Drew’s breath was quick and her body tense.
She wanted to cum, even though I knew her clit was raw from the
ropes and my rough treatment. I continued to toy with the nub,
teasing it and flicking it. I wanted my bitch to suffer. I wanted
her to remember this punishment.

Because I knew Drew and Beth would do it
again. They would do it again because they both knew I would punish
them even harder the next time.

I kept the pressure up on that raw tender
bundle of nerves between her wet and tortured pussy lips while I
used my other hand and my mouth to remove the two clamps then bite,
suck, and pinch her tenderized nipples. I would take a nipple in my
mouth, suck it deep, pulling in her flesh and then continue to suck
as hard as I could, manhandling the other nip with my fingers while
I continued to torture that clit.

Drew moaned long and deep into her gag,
tendrils of saliva sliding out along the bottom edge and coating
her chest.

I got more aggressive, slapping her face,
then attacking her tits with my tongue and mouth while I continued
to finger fuck her pussy and pull her clit even further past the
ropes clamping it together.

As I sucked her right nipple deep into my
mouth, I felt her body tense up – becoming stiff. I sucked harder
and flicked the clit with my finger even faster.

And Drew screamed.

She screamed into her gag and bucked against
the tightness of her bondage. And she continued to buck against it,
moaning and screaming into that thick cock gag as I continued to
suck and torment her more.

Suddenly, Drew tensed for several seconds,
then went limp, leaning into the suspension.

Absolutely limp.

I checked her pulse. Strong.

She was breathing.

And she was passed out. Completely.

My bitch had passed out during an orgasm.

I was about to slap her back awake, but held
my hand mid-slap.

Why not leave her for a bit?

I went over and sat in the chair, relaxing
and watching her hang in her bondage.

And I remembered that first time she
submitted her body to my lust and desire – thinking I was some dark
Master and not knowing the man who would bind her that first time
was the husband she didn’t think had the guts to do it.

It was like yesterday.

*****

I knew the bitch was pissed. Mr. Jackson was
supposed to have met her at the restaurant at eight o’clock sharp.
It was now nine forty five and she was standing outside the door to
a hotel suite, perfectly still with her face lowered, legs spread
shoulder width, hands clasped behind her back and chest thrust
forward.

Waiting until I answered the door.

Just as she was instructed to do by the
letter given to her at the restaurant when Mr. Jackson didn’t show
up.

My lovely bitch wife would learn to be
patient and obedient from the first moment as she learned to serve
her new Master.

I adjusted the black leather hood so that it
fit a bit more snug and pulled the black calfskin leather gloves on
a little tighter. Checking the appearance of my tailored gray suit,
black shirt and grey tie in the mirror before I went to the door, I
noticed lint on the collar.

I dusted it off.

The hood was a bit overwhelming but I liked
the look. The leather covering over the mouth and the fine mesh
over the eye holes gave me a very ominous and foreboding
appearance. Almost a bit evil. Yet, it wasn’t at all uncomfortable
or hot to be in.

Turning the room lights off and lighting the
candles, I looked around. Dark shadows filled the corners of the
room while flickers of warm candle light provided the exact
illumination I wanted. I liked the effect.

I walked to the door and, gazing through the
peephole, I saw she remained still. And I could see the expression
on her downturned face. This lady was pissed.

Good.

As I opened the door, her blue eyes grew
wide. I panicked for a brief second, afraid she may recognize me.
But the look in Drew's eyes was more shock than any type of
recognition as she stood there.

At five foot six, in her thirties with
mid-back length blonde hair, and approximately one hundred thirty
pounds, Drew stood before me as she had been directed to dress – in
a simple knee length body hugging black dress with a slit up the
thigh high enough to show she wore no underwear, black thigh-high
stockings, and four-inch black stiletto open-toed heels. The shelf
bra she wore only accentuated my wife's very shapely figure and
full breasts, her nipples pressed hard against the fabric in the
cool air of the hotel.

I stepped back.

While I hoped the leather across my mouth
disguised my voice enough, I was beginning to worry my size might
give me away. But I had already come this far and I had decided to
take her by force if she somehow made the connection before I could
begin the process of training her.

"I take it being dressed like some slut, then
left at a restaurant and all this running around playing your
little game will be worth it," she replied with a sarcastic tone to
her voice. Pausing just a moment more, she entered, brushing past
me. “It better be.”

She was going to try to control the
meeting.

I closed the door. "Speak once more without
being told to and you will leave. Do you understand?"

She glared at me for several seconds, then
nodded. The leather muffling my voice seemed to work.

"You're here of your own free choice?"

She started to speak, thought better of it,
then nodded.

"You understand the terms of this
meeting?"

She nodded again.

“You accept there is no safe word.”

She hesitated then nodded.

“Who knows you are here?”

She looked surprised for a moment, then
stammered as she took a small step backwards, “No one. No one knows
I’m here. Oh shit.” Fear entered her eyes and she glanced at the
door, then at my hands clasped behind my back.

“Relax. I’m not going to hurt you.”