That sounded pretty ominous. Shebitch sounded far too pleased for JC’s liking.
His gaze slid to Kristina who seemed to be savoring every last tremor of her orgasm. She had been right; he had become a selfish lover. He guessed with all the career stress and the disappointments, along with his first real solid relationship in years, he’d just lost track of what was really important. The look on Kristina’s face at that moment was one he wanted to see more often – like every time they made love. There had been a time in the not so distant past when he had seen it every time they came together. He got it – he truly got it.
Okay, so she had taken some pretty drastic measures to get his attention, insuring he saw the error of his ways, but he couldn’t honestly say merely talking about it would have done any good. He’d gotten into that place in his head where even his mother had a hard time reaching him. And he couldn’t say he’d been truly hurt. Yeah, the whips stung in the moment and he’d probably have a couple of welts in the morning… His pride hurt more than anything else. He’d been humbled and humiliated, but if this is what Kristina needed – Well, he’d just have to suck it up and deal.
“Come on, slaveboy.” Shebitch had the two Amazons haul JC to his feet and escort him to a strange, narrow table.
“Wait!” Kristina came out of her pleasure-induced stupor and came along side Shebitch. “I don’t think—”
“He’s done it to you, hasn’t he?” Shebitch asked of Kristina. The brunet nodded in reply. “And he knew you didn’t like I?” Kristina nodded once more. “But he still did it more than once?” Another nod.
With each of Kristina’s sad nods, JC’s stomach clenched. He took a better look at the table. Each leg had a metal ring and chain with which to fasten ankle restraints. The top of the table had similar devices he assumed to secure wrists and/or heads to it. It didn’t take Einstein to figure out he was going to be the one chained down; he was the only item on the menu for this table. Clearly Kristina was reluctant; he could take a small comfort in that much, because the rest was bound to be unpleasant.
Shebitch waved to the table. On command the two Amazons bent JC over one end, freeing his arms from behind his back and stretching out his arms. They held him down as Shebitch chained his wrists to the table. Unchaining his ankle cuffs from each other, they spread his legs and secured them to the table as well.
Kristina came to his left side, giving him a worried little smile. “JC…”
“If I have to do this to prove I love you—” JC began.
“Maybe you should have thought of that when you were fucking her without any regard for her feelings,” Shebitch suggested.
“Probably,” he agreed, never taking his eyes off Kristina.
The blonde dominatrix moved away with her Amazons.
The moment she was gone, Kristina set her whip on the table. “No more of that,” she declared.
“I’d appreciate that.”
”I—I don’t have the keys…”
“As long as you are the one in control, I have nothing to worry about,” he assured her. She hadn’t hit as hard as the other three. He guessed she was not real dominatrix material – anymore than he was a true submissive.
“Here it is!” Shebitch announced as she placed a long, shiny metal dildo on the table in front of JC’s face.
The thing looked huge and had two sides. A double dildo?
JC swallowed hard. Payback. It was payback and paybacks were a bitch. He remembered when a tearful Kristina had begged him to stop because it hurt – and he hadn’t. He’d held her in place and finished while she sobbed all the way through. It had been rape, pure and simple. He had gotten her to forgive him with empty words. He closed his eyes, resigned to what was about to happen. He heard the two women move away as he tried to relax. He’d read somewhere it didn’t hurt so much if you relaxed.
“You brought lube?” JC heard Shebitch ask. “It isn’t as effective—”
“Believe me, it’ll be plenty effective,” Kristina retorted. “In fact, I think it may be overkill.”
“Did he use lube the night he buttfucked you?”
No, he hadn’t. Stupid, thoughtless, arrogant, selfish… JC couldn’t think of enough negative adjectives for himself.
“No, but I—”
“Kristina, he is not some helpless victim. He’s someone who has taken you for granted, who has used and hurt you,” Shebitch reminded her.
Well, hell, when you put it that way… “Kristina honey, just do it or don’t, okay?” JC urged. The more they talked about it, the worse he sounded, and the more he decided he deserved to be buttfucked by the big honkin’ dildo!
JC felt cold steel press against his ass. Taking a deep breath, he released it slowly, forcing himself to relax. If he could just live through getting the thing passed his sphincter muscles… It was tight and it hurt. How did gay guys?... Tears filled his eyes, tears of pain and tears of regret. He had done this to his blue-eyed baby girl… The thing moved out a little, then back in.
Kristina settled the dildo between her thighs, letting it rest against her clit. The cold metal quickly warmed, then she began a rocking motion. Soon she was lost in powerful pleasurable sensation, forgetting JC was on the receiving end of each thrust of her hips.
The pain subsided for the most part, leaving JC feeling stuffed and uncomfortable. The sweet little whimpers and moans of delight coming from behind him reawakened his subsiding erection.
She sounded as if she was really getting into it. God, how he loved to hear those excited noises of hers. It turned him on…
As she grew closer to peak, Kristina bucked harder and faster.
Ow!… Dammit!… Fuck, he was gonna come too! Pain got mixed up with the pleasure…
“Oh, JC!” Kristina cried out as ecstasy burst through her every cell.
JC groaned as she shoved into him one last time, then collapsed against his back. He had just shot is load out on the floor. Both he and Kristina were panting hard.
“I think we are going to nickname you ‘Puddles’, slaveboy,” came Shebitch’s amused voice.