COLD COMFORT

Cold comfort

The icy water cut into Violet’s naked flesh and she snorted the water out. She shook violently, the cold penetrating her very marrow.  As her skin contracted, the tiny goose bumps on her torso screamed for attention, and her nipples became hard and angry.

Jacob put the ice bucket on the cellar floor and walked around her. Violet could sense his eyes on her body, appraising her, wondering if she’d had enough.  He took his time, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw in her peripheral vision he’d picked up a riding crop along the way.

“So, do you wish to revise your earlier statement?” Jacob said coldly.

Violet clenched her lips and shook her head.  Her arms were tied above her, and she struggled against the coarse rope from which she now stood suspended. Her toes barely grazed the floor below, and she struggled not to swing freely.

Jacob moved in front of her to study her face. “You still don’t think I can inflict more pain than you can take?” He raised his upper lip in doubt, and then gently brushed the tip of the crop across her pert nipple. “Then I have your permission to test your theory, further.”

Violet nodded, and Jacob smiled his approval.

Before Jacob tied her earlier, he’d told her to strip down to bare flesh and left her alone for several hours before coming to get her. He’d denied her food, allowing her only a little water in a plastic cup by the table.  Violet sat on a cold, metal chair and waited for her new Master’s return, her eyes never leaving the small basement window.  How she’d both longed and dreaded his return. As the shadows lengthened she heard his key in the door, and stood, cold and vulnerable, ready to do his bidding. This was a test she would not fail.

Jacob flexed the crop in his hand, then ran it down her belly and let it hover between her thighs. She kept herself well trimmed, and he studied her womanhood closely.

“This must go,” Jacob said.  “I want you bare.”

Violet nodded.  Quick as a flash Jacob whipped her thigh with the crop.  Violet winced, but didn’t cry out.  “You will address me as Sir, or Master.”

“Yes, Sir,” Violet said meekly.

“You will be mine to use as I see fit. If I wish to share you with others, you will say thank-you, Sir, and nothing more. I may also wish to see you with other women. You will comply.”

“Yes.”

Another crack of the whip.

“Yes, Sir.”

Violet was rewarded for her compliance by the sensation of a light stroke from his hand on the curve of her breast.  “You are exquisite,” Jacob said.  As he toyed with her nipple, Violet sensed he was considering something. She knew better than to ask what is was.

“I will leave you for a moment. I will not be long.” His words were tender, but without apology. She heard his footsteps on the wooden stairs, and wondered what he had in mind. Then she heard the second voice.  When Jacob came back down into the basement, he was not alone. Jacob stood in front of her, and though she sensed the second man in the room, she couldn’t see him.

“You will not speak to my friend, is that understood?”

Violet was desperate to know the identity of the other man, but though her eyes pleaded, Jacob refused her the satisfaction of an answer. “If you are really mine, as you promised me earlier, then you are mine to use entirely as I see fit.” He stepped so close she could feel his warm breath on her frozen skin. “You have only to say no, and this will go no further. You know the safe word.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You give me your consent to use you as I wish?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Jacob kissed her lips more tenderly than he’d ever done before.  She leaned into him, but as she gravitated towards him he pulled away. “No,” he said. “You say your pleasure is pain. Tonight you will prove it.” Once again he stroked the soft skin of her breast, and then his hand wandered to her pussy where he probed her gently and felt the wetness between her thighs. “Promising,” he said, rubbing the sticky moistness between forefinger and thumb.  “Let’s see what really lubricates you.”

Jacob reached forward and passed the crop back to the man behind her, still waiting in the shadows.  He then took a few steps back, and nodded for the other man to begin.

‘Crack.’ Violet felt the crop catch the top of her thighs, sending fire-hot pain up her spine and to her brain. She clenched her teeth and eyes but didn’t cry out, she’d endured worse before.

“Again.”

‘Crack.’ This time the whip slashed right across Violet’s backside.  She lunged forward and lost her balance, and swiveled suspended in the air. Though she didn’t turn full circle she did catch a glimpse of her torturer behind her. Not that it helped at all, for he wore a balaclava to conceal his face.

The moment Violet regained balance, Jacob nodded and the crop came down again, harder each time, making her forget the cold, the presence of the stranger, even Jacob. There was only her, and the pain. The terrible pain.

After five strokes Jacob raised his hand. “You’ve done well little one. Now it’s time for the second test.”

Violet felt the stranger move in close behind her. As he untied her bonds she felt the rough fabric of his denim and she could smell him.  The stranger smelled of oil and grease, he had rough hands, and there were no gentleness in his handling of her. He seemed the opposite of Jacob, who dressed in suits and always smelled of expensive cologne. She dare not turn to face him, but burned inside with curiosity to know who he was.

Once her hands were released, Violet fell helplessly to the cold wet floor. And then there he was, Jacob, instantly by her side. He pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and cupped her chin so she looked into his face.

“You are doing well, little baby, I’m very pleased with you. But there is more. You may still say no.”

“No, thank you, Sir,” Violet replied. “I promised you I am yours. And I am, till death.”

Jacob lifted her to her feet, and smiled his approval. With her back still to the stranger, he walked her over to the metal chair. He pushed Violet down over it sideways, and she needed both hands to balance herself on the floor in front. Jacob stood in front of her, and unzipped his pants. In a moment, his hard cock sprang freely from its prison, and he pulled her up and put her hands on his hips so she could steady herself there. Jacob guided her mouth to his cock but she needed no further instruction, Violet knew what he wanted.

Jacob’s manhood was engorged and swollen, and Violet wanted to pleasure him so desperately, she wanted him to know how good she could be for him, and tried to take as much of the shaft into her greedy mouth as nature would allow.  And then she felt the stranger’s rough hands on her exposed buttocks.  His calloused fingers probed inside her, after which she felt his denimed knee forcing her legs apart, positioning himself behind her.  With a violet thrust, she felt him push into her.

Though her legs chaffed on the cold metal she knew better than to complain. Jacob arched over her head and she felt his smooth hands, following the welt lines across her buttocks and back. It was so hard a position; she had so little room and could hardly breathe. Her tongue flicked strong and firmly across his skin, and she sensed he was close to release.

As the stranger pounded harder and harder into her pussy, she felt the familiar rise of her own thrall, and was afraid she might climax before either of them.  She groaned around the corners of her mouth, and as she did so, Jacob’s fingers probed her anus and pushed down as if trying to push down into her vaginal wall. It was too much; with his cock still in her mouth she felt the tension rise and escape wantonly from her lips.  Even as she reached climax, the other man pumped his semen into her, slamming her pussy as hard as he could, cutting her flesh with the ill-positioned tip of his zipper.  When the man pulled away, Jacob pulled out from her hungry mouth and stepping quickly behind her, pushed into her buttocks.  Without his body for support she hung awkwardly down to the floor, her hands grazing on the roughly cemented surface.

“Is this what you wanted, little baby?” Jacob asked, as he plowed her protruding backside.  His thrusts grew quicker and more urgent, and she felt his hand slip down under to her soaking pussy, where he toyed roughly with her already swollen clit. Violet gasped but failed to respond in time, so he slapped her hard across the thigh.

“Yes, Sir,” she said.

“If I asked you to fuck a thousand men, would you do it for me?” he asked through gritted teeth. He was so close now.

“Yes, Sir, whatever you want. I am yours.”

Jacob bent low over her back and took her breasts in his hands.  There was no tenderness now, he pulled her nipples so hard she wanted to cry out, and her refusal to cry seemed to excite him all the more. He lunged forward and grabbed her hair, pulling her back to him so he could feast on her lips. She’d no choice but to rise up and hold onto the seat and back of the chair for support. With one hand on her breast and their tongues entwined, he reached his own climax and thrust deep into her backside.  His cry was uninhibited and complete, she felt him shudder and his penis throbbed as his release pulsed into her wanton backside.

Once he was spent, Jacob wasted no time in cleaning himself off on a handkerchief and covering up his nakedness.“ No, don’t get up,” he said. Violet guessed he wanted to admire his handiwork a little longer. Prostate and with her rear fully exposed, she did exactly as he commanded. She always would.

He did not make her wait long. Jacob pulled her up ever so gently, and as he did so, covered her in a pure white toweling robe. It smelled of fabric softener, and was a warm relief after his harsh treatment. Violet looked up, but the stranger had already slipped away.

“Did I please you, Sir?” she asked.

“Yes, very much so. You’ve fulfilled all my wishes for this evening. Now it’s my turn to treat you like a Goddess.”

And true to his word, Jacob took her tiny hand in his, and gently kissed her open palm. With his arm around her shoulder, he led her to the stairs, with the promise of a hot shower and whatever sandwich his refrigerator could muster.

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