Death of a Master Ch. 07

"Of course, Mistress. I love to watch you to moving together on the floor."

"Thank you, Sally. Oh, finger your nipples while I'm gone. I want you on edge tonight," with a wink.

"Yes, Mistress," Sally answered, her breath coming a little faster.

Valerie's target had spotted her as well and the best dance partner Valerie had known since her husband, Mike, had died met her in the middle of the floor. The band was just starting a waltz and the two met and merged into a moving couple seamlessly. It was mere moments before both were lost to the rhythm of the music they were molding their bodies to. It wasn't long before nearly everyone in the club was aware that they were being graced by professional level skill.

Valerie didn't notice Sally motion a waiter over and whisper in his ear (while playing with her nipple through her blouse, to his obvious pleasure). The waiter, in turn, went over to the band and slipped them a small note. When the waltz ended, the band seemed to take a few seconds longer than normal to start their next tune; and it was obvious why once they started. The Charleston started up, and the only two people in the club who knew how to dance it were Valerie and Frank. With smiles on their faces, she started into the vigorous dance, on center stage as it were. Once the tune was over, Valerie, breathless from the exertions of the roaring twenties staple, rejoined Sally at their table, having bid Frank a good night with his own date.

"That was your idea, wasn't it, my little slut?"

"Yes, Mistress," she answered, coyly looking down at her lap. "I know you love that dance."

"Thank you, Sally." Turning towards the approaching waiter, she added, "Ah, our dinner approaches."

They ate at a leisurely pace, enjoying each others' company while they did. The meal was up to Gatsby's usual high standards and both ladies bemoaned the fact that, once again, the main course was large enough to defeat any desire to indulge in dessert. When they left, Valerie was holding onto Sally with a possessiveness that made Sally shudder in pleasure.

*****

A few hours earlier, Susan had left, taking a cab to the Mephisto Club. She wasn't sure just why she felt the need to go to the fetish club; just that there was something she needed and she hoped she'd find it there, a familiar place (Calvin had brought her to the club on numerous occasions). She hadn't dressed specifically as a submissive, but more to show she was potentially available; though for what, she again wasn't sure.

Mephisto's was at it's busiest on Fridays (except for the once a month Saturday auctions). Susan wandered the floor, looking at the public play and demonstrations going on. In the past, when she was with her Master, seeing D/s around her would excite and arouse her. Tonight, while she was somewhat interested, there was no excitement nor arousal. What she felt was a sense of loss; a different sense than the loss of the man she loved and respected. It bothered her that she couldn't place her finger on just what it was she was obviously missing.

"Susan, are you okay?" came the question from behind her. Turning around, she saw that the speaker was Daphne, here with her husband Fred and their submissive, Caroline. Daphne looked very concerned, a frown darkening her normally cheerful, and sadistic, face.

"Mistress," Susan started by instinct, "I...not really. I feel like something's missing, but I'm not sure what."

"You have that little lost lamb look about you." Daphne looked at Fred for a moment, considering something. "I assume," she said, turning back to Susan, "that you've ruled out sex and pain?"

"Yes, Mistress." Susan continued to respond instinctively to Daphne's naturally dominant personality. "It's not either of those. I've been able to indulge in both with Valerie and Sally, to an extent."

Fred asked, trying to help Daphne identify what Susan was missing, "So, what have you been doing with yourself?"

"Not much, actually. Valerie and Sally have been wonderful, and I've managed to grieve a lot while I've been staying with them. But, there's not much to do, and I don't want to impose on them too much. I mean, they have their own lives to lead."

"I see," Fred replied. He turned to his wife. "I think that could be it, couldn't it, Daphne?"

"I think so." She turned to Susan. "Susan, when was the last time you served anyone? I don't mean sexually, but in terms of full time service, even if only for a day or so."

"I..." Susan stopped, a light of recognition going off in her head. Susan had been a full time slave to Calvin. She'd been solely responsible for overseeing his entire house and making sure everything was running smoothly. At times it could be overwhelming, but Calvin never lifted a finger to do anything himself, because that was his slave's job. Since his death, Susan had done nothing for anyone. "Mistress, that's what's missing. I miss serving. I can't serve Valerie because she already has a slave who needs to serve her."

Fred and Daphne looked at one another and nodded. Daphne took charge, taking Susan by the arm. "Susan, I think you need to come home with the three of us. I want to put you to work for the weekend at the house. Do you want to do that?"

"Yes, Mistress, I'd love to. I need to call to let Valerie and Sally know where I'll be."

"You do that. Caroline, our plans for you haven't changed much; just the place we'll be carrying them out." He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. "I still plan on raping your ass while you're bound and helpless."

"Yes, sir. My ass is yours, Master."

*****

While Valerie was dancing the Charleston, a darkly clad figure was entering their house using the key he'd illegally obtained weeks earlier. He slipped down into the basement and went through their toy storage, looking for something specific. Finding them, he made a modification using a small tube of material he'd brought with him. Satisfied that the alterations would hold, he left the same way to await his chance. He'd waited weeks for his revenge; now they would be his.

*****

Nadine clicked on the link to the new web site. The come on promised to show the day to day lives of three lesbians, including, "HOT, HOT, HOT lesbian BDSM action." As she expected, the site was a pay site, though the price was actually quite low, comparatively, at $14.95 per month. Most sites like these were not worth the time or money, but Nadine was always on the lookout for new ideas. There were even a couple of times she was able to spot blatantly illegal activity (with under aged models) from just the 30 second teasers that tried to lure customers.

Clicking on one that seemed to show a still of someone bound, she saw the short video clip start and her jaw literally dropped. "That's Valerie's and Sally's Dungeon," she thought to herself. The teaser had the faces blacked out, but Nadine recognized their dungeon in the background of the unmoving camera scene. As she navigated to join the site and see just how current the scenes were, she dialed Charles' cell phone. "Master, I think we have a problem," she began.

*****

Valerie clasped Sally's wrists behind her back as she helped her out of the car, holding them lightly with one hand. She pushed her slave up the steps to their house and into the entryway. Val's eyes quickly scanned for any sign of Susan and noted the message waiting light on their phone (they had an advanced cordless phone system that would tell them when they had voicemail). With Sally still in tow, she pushed the button and heard Susan's voice saying, "Valerie, Sally, I'm going to spend the weekend with Fred and Daphne. Enjoy yourselves while I'm gone."

"Ah, did you hear that, little one? You're mine, without interruption for the entire weekend. How does that make you feel?"

"Helpless, Mistress. Wonderfully helpless and under your hand," she answered in a low, husky voice.

"Just the way I like you, slave. Come with me. I have plans for you tonight."

Valerie led her trembling lover to the basement stairs and through the silent, thick door that served to soundproof their play from the rest of the house, as well as their near neighbors. She gave Sally a light shove and ordered, "Strip, slut! I wan to see that body of your. Just how excited are you already?"

Sally could never stop herself from blushing when Valerie treated her like a cheap slut and sex toy. She unbuttoned her blouse, more thoroughly revealing her erect nipples and the rings that pierced them. Her skirt was a wrap around and she peel it off, revealing the glistening folds of her damp pussy. Valerie could see a couple of drops on the rings that lined her cunt. Sally turned her back and bent over at the waist, legs spread a bit, so Valerie could see her ass and pussy clearly spread as she undid the straps that held her shoes on. Valerie had moved closer and rubbed her hand over the exposed ass as Sally drew out the unstrapping process to give Val more time to play.

A slap rang out as Valerie brought her hand down on Sally's left cheek. Sally's only response was to groan with desire. A matching slap found itself striking on Sally's right cheek, leaving a twin to the pink mark on the left. Valerie ran her hand across the exposed pussy, bringing it away wet with Sally's arousal.

"You are such a slut, Sally." You want what's coming, don't you, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress," Sally whispered as she took the first heel off and started unstrapping the second.

"You do realize that any orgasms you get tonight are a long time away? I plan on giving you pain, and lots of it first. Do you know why?" Valerie asked, leaning in close to Sally's ears.

"Because it will please you, Mistress," she answered, her voice dripping with desire.

"Yes, slave, and what do you want more than anything else?"

"To please you, Mistress."

"Then beg for it, slave. Beg for the pain that will please me."

"Please, Mistress," she started as she released the garters holding her stockings up. "Please hurt me as much as makes you happy. Leave the marks you want; anything you want, Mistress. I need to make you happy, even if it's pain with no pleasure you want to give me."

Sally had removed the garter belt and was bent over again, rolling the stockings down. Valerie grabbed her by the hair and laid a much stronger slap against Sally's ass, driving a gasp from the slave. She kept spanking Sally as she tried to remove her stockings . Once they were off, Valerie dragged Sally by her hair to the Saint Andrew's cross where she forced her to kneel.

"Kiss the cross, Sally. Keep kissing it until I return. Kiss the wood that will be caressing your breasts and cunt while I whip your backside."

Sally obeyed, lavishing full, open mouthed kisses one of the two bondage devices that had been a gift from the crew of the movie, Valerie's Crisis. While Sally was loving the thing that would hold her helpless, Valerie went to their toy storage room (originally a laundry room) and picked out the toys she wanted to use on Sally. Back out in the play room, Valerie ordered, "Stand up slave, face the cross and spread yourself."

Sally did, raising her hands towards the binding rings above her and stretching her legs towards the rings to the sides. Valerie took the links and fastened them to Sally's wrist cuffs and the rings. A year earlier, the couple had moved from using d-rings for binding purposes to using the quick release links they used now. While just as easy to attach, all Sally had to do was pull on the release between to two clips and the entire unit would separate into two pieces. A belt went around Sally's waist, holding her to the intersection of the cross.

"Slave, I expect you to hold your legs still., without being bound. You've begged for this, and I expect you to soak the pain in; embrace the agony you owner wants to see in you."

"Yes, Mistress," she answered, her breath catching as she steeled herself to hold still against the pain she knew Valerie would give her.

Valerie stepped back and took up a flogger. This one had thin falls that would sting like hell, but not leave much in the way of permanent marks. The first strikes landed on Sally's upper back, drawing small yelps from Sally. Years of practice gave Valerie a firm, controlled swing that landed the stroke where she intended it to land. As she pressed on, increasing her force little by little, Valerie asked, "Are you happy, slut? Do you want more?"

"Yes, Mistress," Sally called out. "Thank you, Mistress."

What neither Sally nor Valerie could see was the man sneaking into the basement. The thick door was silent in its operation because Valerie enjoyed the occasional mind fuck of convincing Sally that she'd been left alone in a predicament of some sort, either the painful or endlessly stimulating kind. With Sally bound face into the cross, both had their backs to the door. When a shadow crossed her, Valerie started to look behind her, only to be grabbed and a foul smelling rag pressed over her mouth and nose.

Sally heard the start of a cry from Valerie and looked back to see the man she recognized as Sydney, her molester from the Pony Fair. She quickly reached for the quick releases as Valerie struggled against the fumes stealing her consciousness, only to realize to her horror that the releases wouldn't move. Then she remembered that, in their haste, they neglected to check the links before using them. Valerie collapsed to the ground, her eyes closed.

Sydney looked at Sally with disdain. "Super glue, bitch. You're there until I'm done with you, slave. First, let's bind this cunt up. She needs to be taught that she doesn't refuse a Man." As he lifted Valerie over the spanking bench, he continued his monologue. "I've been waiting for over a month for my revenge. By the time I'm done, neither of you will refuse her Master again."

He used several lengths of rope he removed from the storage compartment under the bench to tied Valerie's legs and arms to the tie down points on the legs of the bench. He added another length to her collar and tied it off to an eyebolt in the floor. Once done, he turned towards Sally.

"You need those legs restrained, slave."

Sally kicked out at him, trying to reach his groin with a disabling blow. Restrained as she was, though, she couldn't land a solid kick.

"Bitch," he yelled. He picked up one of the canes Valerie had laid out and slashed it viscously across her lower back, causing Sally to scream in agony.

Sally was surprised, though, to hear a loud crack and a scream from Sydney. Looking back, she saw Charles standing ten feet back with his longest, and most vicious, bull whip lashing forward to strike Sydney again. Blood welled from his left hand to match that already drawn from his right. Sydney, thinking to overpower Charles, rushed him before he could lash out a third time, only to find a fully charged tazer in his other hand. When 50,000 volts surged through his body, the attacker dropped like a sack of potatoes.

"Master," Sally called out. "I'm so glad to see you."

Charles quickly bound the would be rapist in a hog tie and then set about releasing his two slaves. The unconscious Valerie, they both carried to the small bed the ladies had in the basement. Looking down at her lover and Mistress, Sally started to cry as the mixture of interrupted sexual tension and terror of the assault crashed down on her.

Charles held her, trying to comfort her with hands and words. "Sally, she'll be all right, I'm sure of it."

"It's my fault, Master. I didn't think to check the links and I couldn't get loose to help her."

He pulled her back to arm's length. "Don't you dare go there, Sally. You were attacked by someone who's been secretly watching you for weeks."

"What," she asked, her tears stopping from shock. "Watching us?" Anger was creeping into her voice.

"Yes, with some kind of wireless video transmitters. He was even selling the videos on the net."

Sally struggled to break free, rage written on her face. "I'll kill him. I'll whip him to an inch of his life and then go another foot!"

"Sally!" Charles said in his best commanding voice. "The police are on there way. You'll do no such thing. He recorded his own attack and the law will deal with him." At the sound of rushing feet coming through the open door to the basement, he added, "That must be them now. Too late to have one of us waiting for them."

Four officers ran into the basement, guns drawn. "Everyone, on the ground, now!"

Charles did as they ordered, not worried in the slightest. Sally followed suit, more in silent obedience to Charles than to the police themselves. One officer made sure that Sydney wasn't dying on them while the others patted down Charles, not finding any other weapons on him (he had dropped the tazer earlier).

Valerie groaned and one policeman looked at her and shook his head. "Valerie Burbon." Turning to Sally, he said, "And you're be Sally Thatcher. I thought I recognized you two."

Sally, who had been given a sheet to cover up with, looked up. "Officer Phillips. I'd hoped to not have to see you under such circumstances again." Her mind flashed back nearly three years.

Sally would later swear that time seemed to slow down, letting her observe every detail of the next three seconds. Harv pulling a hand out of his coat, a revolver swinging towards Francine. The officer dropping the papers and drawing his own Glock. Francine freezing and screaming in terror. Valerie putting her hands out, stepping in front of Francine, yelling, "No!" Sally herself shoving Francine to the side, falling as she did. Then time snapped back with the pop of the .22 and the roar of the Glock sounding in rapid succession. Sally turned from her fallen position and saw both Harv and Valerie lying on the ground. Valerie had her hand to her throat, mouth moving but no sound coming out.

"You and me, both, ma'am. What happened here?"

"That...thing," she finished, having dispensed with several other choice words, "broke in while Valerie and I were playing and attacked us. I was on the cross and couldn't help Valerie. I think he used some sort of knock out drug on her. Thankfully, Mr. Vanquil, here, showed up in time to stop him and rescue us."

"You used a tazer on him, sir?" Phillips asked by way of interruption.

"Yes, officer. The cuts on his hands are from my whip."

"How did you happen to show up in the nick of time."

"Sheer luck, officer. One of my...associates happened across a web site that he was apparently broadcasting and recognized the basement. I was coming over to ask why the women felt the need to supplement their income by selling their day to day lives. On the way here, Nadine called me again to let me know that someone had broken in on them, so I grabbed my whip and tazer, the only weapons I had."

During Charles' statement, the paramedics had shown up and begun to treat Valerie and Sydney. Phillips turned back to Sally. "Ma'am, do you have any idea why this man would do this. I mean, secretly filming you and such shows some serious dislike."

"We, Valerie and I, rejected his advances at a convention we were at, recently. I guess he holds a grudge."

"I'm sure the detectives will have more questions for you. I'm glad Mr. Vanquil was able to get here when he did." He turned to the paramedics. "Ms. Thatcher has a nasty welt on her lower back. Could you look at that too, guys?"

As one of the paramedics took a look at her back, Sally couldn't help but notice that Phillips made no mention of the reddening on her upper back; as if he had dismissed those as unimportant, consensual markings. The medic did ask and took her at her word that they were the result of playful activity that had preceded the attack. Several questions and an examination later he concluded, "Ma'am, there doesn't seem to be any sign of damage below the surface, but if you feel anything unusual, or experience any discomfort urinating, go to the ER. Kidney damage is nothing to play around with. You should also see your personal physician as soon as possible."