A Further Time in Hell
by Stella Fyre
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2010 Stella Fyre
Published by Strict Publishing International
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CHAPTER ONE
It had been eighteen months since Tina had kicked Danny’s ass out of her life, and in that time she had been on several holidays with different men. She still went into work, but now her work was mostly management, allowing her more free time. She very seldom stayed more than a few hours a day as there was very little for her to do. Marlene saw her now and again, but it was only at board meetings as there was always a little tension between them.
It was six in the evening and Marlene was entering her house. As usual, her slave met her at the front door to take her coat. This one was a new slave and more efficient than Jack, who had let her down on so many occasions. This one was loyal and did all she asked without question. He slept with her and gave her all the love that she desired, and he had never let her down in all the time he had been with her. It was a strange relationship, her being a little more than five years his senior, but the respect he had for her was exceptional. “Thank you, slave. Would you tell the maid that I will be dining in one hour, and I will expect you to be sitting at my table as usual.”
“Yes, Mistress,” and then before she had the chance to do it, he walked over and opened the door to the lounge. “As it was a cold day, Mistress, I have taken the liberty of lighting the fire in the lounge for your return.”
Marlene looked at the slave with affection, and answered, “Thank you, slave. That was very thoughtful of you; and it will not go unrewarded. I am a little tired today, slave, as I have been busy finishing unfinished business.”
He looked at her in a knowing way and answered, “Yes, Mistress. Would you like some tea while you wait?”
“Thank you, slave. I can always rely on you to look after me, and there is one other thing that you can do for me, before I forget to mention it. Tomorrow, I would like you to watch a channel on TV for me, and you are to write down all that you see.”
The slave smiled and answered, “It would be my pleasure, Mistress. Would you like it recorded for prosperity?”
“Yes, what a charming idea. You always seem to read my thoughts and I love you for being like that.” The slave left the room and the Mistress sat down in the armchair, feeling contented.
* * *
In a building somewhere in England, a young man was waking up. His head was hurting and he was trying to remember what had happened. He remembered being in the Rose and Crown public house, and that woman walking in and spilling a drink over him. Ok, it was an accident but he just had to tell her, and did much more than just tell her. He called her all the names he could think of, and finishing up calling her an old whore and to fuck off out of his life. Remembering what he had said made him smile, but he suddenly realised that he was strapped down to some kind of desk. He opened his mouth to shout and found that he had lost his voice. ‘Damn the beer,’ he thought, ‘I thought that tasted funny last night, but where the fuck is this? What time is this? It can’t be too late because I can still taste that disgusting beer in my mouth. I remember walking out the pub and the taxi coming to pick me up, but what the hell happened next?’
The door opened and a woman walked in. He recognised her straight away as being the one from the night before, the one who had spilt the drink over him. He was looking at her now with clearer eyes, and could see that she was a young woman of about twenty-eight. She had short blonde hair almost in a crew cut; her face was pale and she was very smartly dressed. She was not wearing the same as the evening before, because now she had on a black leather Basque and black leather shorts that covered hardly anything at all. She also wore black fishnet stockings that were held up by the suspenders hanging from the Basque, and looking further down she had on black patent leather knee length boots with at least a five-inch heel.
The man tried to say something to her but it came out in a whisper, and he watched as she smiled. “So you cannot talk because of your voice? Well, don’t worry because it is just a side effect of the injection I gave you. It will return in the next few hours. You have been a bad boy, haven’t you? Shouting and swearing at me last night, and the filthy abuse that you called me was uncalled for and unwarranted. I was really upset at the names you called me, and I cannot tolerate that kind of behaviour. That’s why you are here. Yes you are here so that I might change your way of thinking and the way you address the female gender. I demand respect, and if I don’t receive it, I will have to hurt you. I like hurting people and especially men that give me no respect. I like hearing the odd scream or two, because it is like music to my ears.”
She then walked to the man’s side and once there she slapped him hard on his bare ass, and she saw his scream but not a sound was heard. “I will have to try that again when you are once more in control of your voice, because for the length of time you had your mouth open, I can sense that you are going to be a high soprano.”
It was at this point the man realised that he was naked and in a very vulnerable position. “You have got a lot of fat on your body, haven’t you? And it’s probably because of all that beer you have been drinking, but don’t worry. I will soon have you down to a healthier weight. I will put you on a diet that a dog might eat, and you don’t see many unfit dogs, do you?”
The woman walked around to the front of the man once more. “Don’t run away, because I will be back once you have your voice back, and, by the way, this room is soundproofed so by all means shout as much as you like.” The woman gave a wicked smile and left the room.
The man looked around the room and could now see that he was in trouble, because there were whips, canes, cuffs and other torturous devices all over the walls. This was a Mistress of pain and he now felt in fear, and he was wondering if she was as bad or was she worse than his last Mistress.
* * *
Back in the house, Mistress Marlene had now eaten and was sitting in the lounge with her slave hovering over her. He saw the Mistress touch her neck with a grimace on her face, and he immediately got to his feet, and walked behind her. Then, warming his hands with his breath, he gently started to massage the Mistress’s shoulders and neck. The Mistress instantly relaxed and let her head fall back on the couch, “Slave, you are too good to your Mistress because you always seem to know how to help me relax after a hard day. When we retire shortly, I will have to reward you.”
“Mistress, you reward me by allowing me to serve you.” The Mistress lifted her hand up and took hold of one of his hands, then, moving her head slightly, kissed the back of it, and while doing it the slave could see her face in the mirror giving him a knowing smile.
“I must leave you momentarily, Mistress, while I go and turn the security on and check the doors.”
He was now back around to the front of the Mistress and she lifted her hand up. He took hold of her hand and helped her to stand, and that placed her directly in front of her slave, and with their faces only inches apart. She was so close that her expensive perfume was almost overpowering, and the Mistress slowly moved her head forward and gently kissed him on the cheek. “Don’t be long, slave. I will be in our room, and you know how lonely I get when I am on my own for too long.”
The slave was now giving her the knowing smile, and he returned her kiss on her cheek. “Mistress, I will be as fast as humanly possible without failing to do my last duty of the day.”
“Slave, I would think your last duty of the day is keeping your Mistress satisfied at night.”
“That is not a duty, Mistress, that is a reward for looking after you, together with being allowed to serve such a beautiful Mistress.”
“You always seem to say the things I love to hear without prompting.” The Mistress gave him another kiss on the cheek and left the room smiling.
When the slave went to the bedroom and looked at the huge, circle-shaped bed, he saw laid out on top as if in an offering to the Gods was his Mistress. She was naked with her long black hair around her shoulder, contrasting with her white skin. As he had entered the room, she had turned her head to look at him and her dark eyes were begging him to hurry, as her need was great.
The slave smiled as he slowly striped off his clothes and placed them on the chair, but there was no sound. The moment was electrifying. Once the slave was as naked as she, he stepped over to the bed and could now see her need more clearly. He knelt on the side of the bed and lowered his head. His lips kissed her warm belly and he heard a sigh leave her mouth. He continued to kiss that area until he had covered it all, and then he made his slow way up her body to stop only just below her breasts. As he kissed the soft flesh of the Mistress, he could feel his cheek touching the underside of her beautiful globes.
His hand had now descended to her thigh and was moving over the top as light as a feather dancing in the wind. He could now feel the goose bumps that were beginning to surface on her flesh as her nerves were being stimulated by his gentle touch. While this was taking place, the slave’s lips were still kissing his Mistress. He slowly moved on to her breast and took one of her nipples in his mouth. He knew this aroused his Mistress’s almost more than anything else, and he not only heard her catch her breath but he also felt it through her body movement. He was now on his haunches, and as he played with her nipple in his mouth, with one hand he was still teasing the nerves in her inner thighs. He had moved his other hand to tweak the nipple on her other breast.
There were little noises coming from the Mistress’s mouth, and her body was wriggling but only gently. Her eyes were closed as she fed on the erotic ecstasy travelling through her body. Her slave was teasing every part of her body that stimulated her sex drive, and although it was sexual agony, she loved him for doing it. His hand every now and again would touch the sides of her sex, and when this happened it made her heart miss a beat in expectation. Then her feelings were dashed as the fingers moved away, and once again her feeling of need was driving her crazy. His lips moved from her breasts and to her neck under the chin, and this was another place she loved him to show his passion. He kissed and moved slowly around, and as she moved her head to one side, she could now feel him kissing just below her ear. Her heart skipped a beat again as he gently took her earlobe in his mouth and nibbled, and as quickly as he had reached her ear he was now moving away.
The slave’s hand was back on the Mistress’s inner thigh, and as it touched her sex once more a finger slipped in. There was a sigh and a gurgling coming from her throat, and she pushed her hips to receive more. The slave would have none of it, and his hand moved with her body. She opened her eyes and looked at him as he smiled at her, and his smile grew bigger as she silently mouthed ‘bastard’. Her sex was wet, and instead of continuing to enter her with his fingers, he was manipulating the flesh just pressed into her a few times. It was enough to bring her quickly to her first orgasm.
The slave had passed her breasts with his kissing and was travelling over her belly once more, and then in a swift movement he moved to kneel between her legs. His body slipped down, and with a hand holding each thigh, he lowered his open mouth onto her sex. The slave felt her body give a little jerk, and he started his ministrations to her most private of places. His tongue darting in and out and licking the inner flesh, and now the Mistress was grinding her body into his face, desperate for more of the erotic sensation. She could not hold on because her body was on a roll and her willpower was all shot to hell, and the inevitable happened as she filled his mouth with her sexual fluid. The slave, not moved by this experience, was now swallowing all as if it were the last drink he would receive.
After a short while, he moved slowly up the bed, kissing the Mistress’s body on the way, and only stopped when their faces close, gazing at each other. His manhood found her entrance and he slowly entered and, as he pushed deeper, her eyes opened for a fleeting moment then closed again. Then, with the methodical slow movements, he gave her the service she had been begging for all evening. As he thrust, she was pushing, and he could feel their pelvic areas grinding together. Once again, it was not long before the Mistress climaxed, but in an act of self inflicted torment the slave held back. He still needed to savour the moment of making love with this most beautiful of Mistresses. He was going to peak when he was himself ready, and not the adrenalin pushing the sensations on him. The Mistress knew well that there was more to this slave than merely satisfying his own urges, and she helped him to meet his expectations. She found strength from the depth of her being to give her lover what she had already achieved, and it was not long before she felt the explosion deep down inside and she knew her slave had fulfilled his need.
He gently rested his body on top of her, but had enough strength not to put his full weight down. The Mistress lifted her head up and kissed him on the lips, and then he moved over to her side. The Mistress reached down and pulled the covers over them, and both were now looking at each other with satisfaction in their faces. The silence being broken by the Mistress saying, “You serve me well, slave.”
“There is nothing I would not do for my Mistress that is so good at loving and being loved.” Their lips met once more for a fleeting kiss, and then they parted and she smiled into his face just before she closed her eyes. The slave’s eyes closed moments later.
* * *
The man must have fallen asleep, but he was rudely awakened by a sharp pain running throughout his body. He screamed at the top of his voice, and it was then he realised that he had found his voice once more, and he also remembered where he was, even though he had no idea of his precise location.
The same woman as earlier walked to his front, wearing a wicked smile and carrying a cane in her hand. “Well, that was refreshing, Billy. I seemed to have your attention in an instant. I was correct when I said you were going to be a high soprano.”
“But my name is not Billy. You have got the wrong person, so let me go and I won’t tell the police what you’ve done to me.”
Slap! She struck him hard across the cheek with the palm of her hand. “No one told you to speak, so now I will have to do more exercise with my arm and it was before I wanted to.” The woman walked to his side, swishing the cane up and down. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! On every stroke Billy, as he was now called, was shouting in pain.
This Mistress was enjoying her work and she once again stood in front of him. He saw her wicked smile before she spoke to him. “I have named you Billy because I like the name. It is both feminine and masculine, and as you look like a man and scream like a girl, it fits. It is also the name of my last slave who died. I am not quite sure how, but it was not because of the continued torture he received from my implements of pain… at least, I don’t think so, but who knows? I have to admit that your timing is impeccable. You insulted me just as I was wondering if I would ever get another pain freak. You are probably saying to yourself, ‘I’ll wait until she is off her guard and I will pounce on her and overpower her.’ It won’t work. I have backup. Odd Job, get in here,” she shouted. In through the only door walked a giant of a man that made Herman Munster look like a dwarf. “This is my assistant, and he does all the odd jobs around that I feel too weak to do, and it will be he who changes your position from time to time. I also have a little cell in the room that is used when you have free time and you can do as you like, although, most people who spend time in there are recovering from their pain or just sobbing.”
“Now what else is there to talk about? Oh yes, I almost forgot about telling you the forms of pain I can inflict. There will be caning, and there will be a tremendous amount of flogging and whipping, and the one I really love doing to men is cock and ball torture. Just thinking about the latter turns me on, and I just can’t wait to get started, but I only came down to give you an introduction.
“One other thing you might like to remember, and that is my name. I am Mistress Blackie, but you might have heard of me by another name: the Black Widow. If you wish to ask a question then you must ask respectfully and use my name, but after the first greeting of the day, you may call me just Mistress. My status will be respected in all conversations, but most probably there won’t be many of those due to your continued punishment. Now, are there any questions before I go up stairs and have my morning coffee?”
“Might I ask how long I am going to be here, Mistress Blackie?”
“Good heavens what a silly question, Billy, because you are here for good. I have not been looking for a replacement for my old Billy over the last few months just to let you go. How can I practise my trade when my other slaves don’t turn up on a daily basis? When that happens, you will have to act as their stand-in. Now, if that is all, I will leave you to contemplate your fate and get yourself in a frame of mind that will help you to achieve your ambition.”
“Err, what exactly is my ambition, Mistress? I seem to have forgotten.”
“Good heavens, Billy. All this forgetfulness won’t do at all. Your ambition is to please me one hundred percent of the time, but I don’t expect you to get to that stage for a few years.” This time the smile he saw was of happiness as she walked out the door, and it was that one that he feared most. He watched as Odd Job followed her out.
* * *
In a shopping Mall in the centre of town, a middle-aged man was shopping with his wife and daughter. It was as he was walking to the stairs to the restaurant that a young woman barged between them, almost knocking his wife over. She looked around as if irritated, and then opened her mouth to say something and changed her mind. Nothing was said about the incident between the man and his wife, but his twelve year old daughter said, “What a rude lady. She should be smacked for that.” The man looked at his daughter and smiled, and said, “One day, Sally, a person might do that to her.
It was an hour later when the family were leaving the restaurant that the woman struck once more. She stepped away from a counter without looking and turned to walk away rapidly. She walked right into the girl, knocking her to the ground. “Good god, girl,” she screamed out loud, “Why don’t you watch where you’re walking?”
The man looked at her while his wife picked up the girl. “I think it is you, Miss, that should look where you’re going. That was your fault, not my daughter’s. Now, why don’t you apologise and we will say no more.”
“Apologise! You have to be joking, you silly person. She was standing right behind me. It was her own fault.”
The floor manager heard the commotion. He walked over and looked at the young woman. “What seems to be the trouble, Miss Banks?”
“It’s that urchin there. She stood behind me and deliberately tried to trip me up.”
The floor manager looked at the man. “Now, sir, if you would apologise to Miss Banks then I am sure that we can all be on our way.”
The man and woman looked at him, and the man said, “I think that you have got the wrong end of the story.”
“No, I don’t think I have, sir, because Miss Banks is one of our most prestigious customers.”
“Don’t call me a liar, young man, or I will have your job.”
The manager looked at the young lady once more. “If you would like to go, Miss Banks, I will deal with this. Security has already called the police.”
They all watched the young woman walk away with a huge grin on her face, and the police came in at the same time. The Manager spoke to the police for a few minutes and then they all went over to the family. The police sergeant said, “Due to the evidence, the manager wants you charged with assault on one of his most prestigious customers. If you would give me your name and address, sir.”
Another man appeared on the scene and said, “I am the General Manager of this shopping Mall. What seems to be the trouble?” They all started to talk to one another while the family stood and watched in dismay. Then the General Manager walked back and asked, “Is there anything you wish to say in your defence, sir?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact there is. That camera above your counter, is it working?”
“Of course it is, sir.”
“Then I suggest you go and look at the film before you do something you might regret.” The General Manager said to the floor manager, “Stay here.” It was ten minutes later when he came back, looked at the floor manager and said, “You have one hour to get off this complex, and I don’t want to see you here in any of the shops again. You have a lifetime ban.” He looked at the family. “I am sorry for this insult to you, sir, and in front of all these people looking on I hope that you will forgive me.” He pulled from his pocket £500 worth of vouchers and gave them to the woman. “These vouchers are a small token of apology, expressing my disgust at my floor manager’s behaviour. They may be spent in any shop, and I do hope that you will come back and see us again soon.”
The man looked at the General Manager and said, “Think nothing of it. I am sure we will be coming back.” He then smiled and departed, with his wife and daughter.
* * *
The Mistress walked through the door and the slave was there to greet her. “Good evening, Mistress. The weather has turned cold once again. There is a fire in the lounge and I have taken the liberty of preparing a cup of tea for you.”
“Thank you, slave. You serve me well, and once again you will be rewarded. Did you watch the program on TV, slave?”
“No, Mistress. Unfortunately I had to cut wood for the lounge fire, but I thought the two of us might watch the recording together. It might give us inspiration to enjoy life to the full and not take others for granted.”
“What a splendid idea. It will be like going to the movies together.” The Mistress gave him a knowing smile and went into the lounge.
CHAPTER TWO
The woman walked in and looked down at the girl on the punishment bench. She had blonde hair tied up in a pony tail. Her waist was slim and her buttocks were in proportion to the rest of her youthful body. She was asleep, but she knew she would be because the drug that she ate with her food was extra strong for the journey home. The only thing was she had not expected her to eat the whole dinner. She would look in on her in another four hours time, and she might be awake then.
* * *
Billy was thinking that it would have been better if he had kept his mouth shut. He knew he had picked on the wrong person this time, and he cursed himself for being so stupid. This Mistress was bad, he knew. They would not have nicknamed her “The Black Widow” for nothing. How far would she go with him? All the way, he answered his own question, because she had told him that he would get used to the thrashings in a few years. ‘Why ever did I walk out on my old Mistress? At least I had a cushy life there.’
The door opened and Billy began to tremble. The Mistress came in and looked at him, smiling. “I see that you are trembling with excitement, Billy, and ready to get started with the lessons in manners. Well, don’t you worry yourself. By the time I have finished with you, your manners will be impeccable.” She looked down at Billy. “Do you think that thirty strokes of the cane would be too much?” and she added, “Don’t answer that, because I was asking myself.” She went behind him and grasped his buttock cheek. “Well, it is big enough to take that kind of punishment, but I think I will start off with the flogger just to warm your body up.”