Megan was returned to Ms Brody, sweaty, used, and exhausted. She had been donated to the club for three days and was coming to the end of her stint. It wasn’t her first, nor would it be her last.
Raven was sitting with Ms Brody, waiting to take her back. Michelle had become permanently Raven in Megan’s mind. Her sister but not her sister. As Cunt Candy, she found it easier to separate the two. Raven was her owner, her pimp, her Mistress. A hunter, a predator. But one she adored, worshipped and feared.
Over the last few months, Megan had glimpsed some of the darker aspects of Raven. The propensity for cruelty and violence. She had thought Shan the cruel one of the two but realised there was nothing to choose, that in fact, Raven was worse. Raven would peck out your eyes and feast on them, to quote Rosie.
Jan Brody was another in the same mould. Raven was fond of the old lady, regarding her as elegant, attractive even. Megan saw a frail, vicious woman who stank of degeneracy. A stench that Megan was slowly embracing.
That Raven saw something admirable in Jan demonstrated to Megan how her sister viewed the world, with different values and mores. Yet, it was Megan who, for three days, had been used and abused by the club members as they saw fit. Her breasts were sore and bruised, her insides stretched and used, her perception of the world narrowed to one of serving and pleasing others, a focus of their cruelty and baser instincts. Women as well as men, and sometimes the women were crueller and harder. Megan was Cunt Candy, and her name scrawled on her breasts. What did it say about her that she was addicted to this physical and sexual abuse? Megan decided not to dwell on that aspect. Live in the moment, Judy would tell her. The moment is everything.
Jan Brody smelt her. She was always sniffing and tasting her after a session at the hands of a member. Megan felt like a dish, prepared, served and ready to be devoured.
“Cunt Candy has been a hit with the members. We have even added tit bondage to her attributes,” said Jan, her clawed fingers lifting the girl’s left breast as if for inspection.
The retelling of her sexual history at the club made no impact on Megan. The casual fucking, the intense role-playing, the deliberate and casual cruelties were commonplace, ordinary to her now. She barely remembered a time before that. Megan was firmly in the moment.
“How many members did she service?” Raven asked. She was keeping a log of Megan’s sexual history as her slave. It was becoming an obsession. In part, she was experiencing Megan’s life vicariously. The numbers of men and women who used Megan sexually were an essential record.
“In three days Cunt Candy has serviced eleven different men and two women. That does not include those who came back for seconds. Wishing that was you, dear?”
Raven disguised the annoyance she felt at Jan Brody’s comment. Megan spotted it; she had become adept out of necessity to read Raven, anticipate her needs and moods. There was a part of Raven that envied Megan. She had often listened to her sister reminiscing about simpler times, the wistful note in Raven’s voice, yet simply choosing that path never seemed to occur to her. Megan wondered how genuine those feelings were.
Megan knew that Jan Brody had blocked that path for Raven at the club. She had sensed Michelle’s darkness. Jan Brody had foreshadowed Raven.
Raven put down her tea. “Thank you, Ms Brody. I am delighted the slave was of use.” She was always slightly formal with the older woman.
“Do you still intend to prostitute the slave?”
Megan kept her face blank as Raven looked at her, then smiled.
“Yes, it builds the necessary character,” replied Raven. She moved to stand beside her sister, kissing her lightly but intimately. “And I want a slave of good character.”
“How delicious,” smiled Jan. “I do love a good family dynamic.”
“Wait here, I have a meeting upstairs. If a member wants to use you, then attend, understood?” Megan noted that her sister seemed to ape the older woman’s speech patterns.
“Yes, Raven.” Megan watched as her sister climbed the stairs, even her movements had a menacing grace, or was she reading what she expected to see? Shaking her head as if to clear it, Megan saw Jan Brody was staring at her. Suppressing a shudder, she felt bony fingers crawling between her legs, the decaying smell of Jan’s breath hot on her face. Megan hoped her sister wouldn’t be too long.
The meeting was with Faris and Harita Dara. Faris looked delighted to see her, and Raven embraced him warmly. She had fond memories of Faris and their assignations.
“You look fantastic, Michelle!” Faris said admiringly.
Harita was not so warm. “She calls herself Raven now.”
“Michelle is fine for old friends,” replied Raven, surprised at the depths of her feelings for Faris and the simpler times he invoked.
“Raven it is. It suits you,” smiled Faris.
“Shall I leave the room for you ex-lovers to get together, maybe fuck for old times sake?” Harita cut in coldly.
“Fine by me,” said Raven. “But no need to leave, you are free to watch. Last time I was here, you had me fucked by two men. Never did discover who they were.”
Faris held his hands up. “Ladies, raking over past sins isn’t helping. The immediate issue is Anaisha and what occurred between her, me and Raven.”
“You fucked her at the instigation of this depraved bitch,” snapped Harita.
Both Faris and Raven looked at Harita. “Yes, okay, I’m a depraved bitch too,” Harita admitted, “but she is my daughter.”
“And Faris’s daughter,” reminded Raven.
There was a silence.
“Faris is not Anaisha’s biological father.” Harita finally said.
“Oh,” said Raven.
“You look disappointed. Does this spoil your little fantasy?”
The back of Raven’s hand sent Harita sprawling onto the couch. The look of shock and surprise was almost comical. Tears forming then angrily brushed aside.
Faris looked on. The speed of Raven surprised him. Seeing his wife treated in such a manner was not only satisfying but mildly arousing.
“Have we all finished?” Faris asked quietly.
“Tell your wife if she even thinks about saying anything else, I will smack her a new mouth.” Raven saw Harita mentally back away at the threat. Strike first and establish dominance. Raven could hear Kax’s mantra in her head.
“She knows,” said Faris. “I would appreciate you apologising to my wife for striking her, after which can we get back to a civilised conversation?
Smiling, Raven nodded. “I apologise,” she said, not sounding the least bit apologetic.
“Thank you, and Harita, if you could also apologise for being an annoying twat, that too would be helpful.”
Harita shot Faris a furious look but apologised. The dynamic between them had changed markedly over the years, thought Raven. She liked the new Faris.
“Good. I still regard Anaisha as my daughter, always will, but I was never confident she was actually mine. That was one of the demons that drove my actions. Anaisha now knows that I’m not her biological father, but I always will be her father.”
“Fuck,” said Raven and sat down.
“But the revelation we drugged her and had sex with her will still devastate Anaisha. She is more attuned to things like this given her own marriage, but my actions, your actions–” he shook his head.
“Yes,” agreed Raven, “which is why we are all here today, to counter the fallout if Tara makes public what she knows.”
Harita was probing her swelling lip with her tongue. “Which she won’t if someone behaves themselves. You owe Anaisha that.”
“Tara is using it to constrain me, and I allow her to think it does, but that won’t last forever. What I don’t know is what exactly does she have? Is it transcripts, recordings, what did she pass to you?” Raven asked Harita.
“A transcript of what you and Faris were doing, the first time you had full sex with her and a recording of you screaming at Faris to fuck Anaisha. You sounded mad.”
“That is all she had?” Raven ignored the spite that laced the last comment.
“It was enough. I think that was all Tara had. My guess is she wouldn’t have held anything back. She needed to convince me.”
“Maybe,” Raven felt Tara would keep something in reserve.
“You know that Mary, the Firm, did nothing to stop Tara from making this ‘discovery’? I asked Mary to destroy the recordings. She never did.”
“Yes. Mary couldn’t resist playing her little games.”
“Yet no retribution for Mary?”
“No.” Raven’s tone didn’t invite a follow up from Harita.
“So, will Tara embarrass you and destroy Anaisha by releasing this?” Faris asked worriedly.
Harita resisted the temptation to point out if Faris hadn’t succumbed to ‘his demons’, then there would be nothing to get out. Instead, she looked at Raven, who was talking it through. For Harita, Raven was the demon.
“To hurt me, definitely. Problem for Tara is it’s a one-shot strategy. Once out, there is nothing to constrain me, so my idea is to do nothing to provoke Tara. Our two firms are working together and she enjoys hanging it over me. Next is to convince Tara that I will rain vengeance upon her if she ever releases the information. Thirdly we get our denials straight and convincing to assure Anaisha it isn’t true, fake recordings, whatever. But the priority for now is to keep this contained. Agreed?”
“Agreed,” replied Faris. Harita nodded.
“Why have you told me about you and Anaisha?” Raven asked Faris
“Anaisha wanted you to know. She regards you as family, as do I.”
“I appreciate the thought, and as long as you and Anaisha are fine, that’s all that matters.”
Harita couldn’t resist a sceptical snort. She was holding her mouth, which had swelled noticeably.
“Why don’t you get that looked at, dear,” said Faris gently.
Scowling, Harita looked as if she was about to protest but stalked out instead.
“Everything has changed with you two, I see,” said Raven.
Faris nodded. “The incident shook her, she also blames herself. Not just for getting you into McCraddocks but not acting when she had an idea of what you were really like. You make her nervous. You make me nervous,” he smiled.
“I used to love our make-out sessions,” Raven went over and kissed him. More out of fond memory than passion. “I learnt from you.”
“Perhaps, but you soon outgrew me.”
“I outgrew you? You stopped seeing me, which was your right. I accepted it.”
“I had to, you were too hot for me, I would have ended up incinerated. So I pulled away, and then Harita found out and instead of it being the end of everything, it became the start of everything, and I finally learnt the truth. We came together at that low point.”
“Did you not know about McCraddocks, Harita’s connection?”
“No, our lives were very separate then, and I was lost in my lonely little world, then along came that chance encounter with you, and it changed everything.”
They were silent for a few moments, lost in the past. Finally, Faris said: “What will you say to Tara?”
“Enough.”
Faris looked into Raven’s fathomless grey-green eyes. Her stare unnerved him back then. Now it chilled him.
“Yes, I’m sure you will,” he murmured.
****
“So ladies and gentleman, the new ‘D’ Stall girls, Sorry ‘D’ Stall personnel are inaugurated!” Raven raised her glass, as did the new members’ Lucy, Patti, and Miles, along with Evelyn, Rosie, Anne and Sean. Carrie was also there, having expressed a willingness to try it out. Mary assured Raven the girl was learning fast.
They were located in the retiled urinal pit. Raven had also signed off on better lighting and new showers. Anne enthused over the upgrades.
“Much better environment, no dim lighting, or chipped tiles, seating rather than kneeling if we want, crappy showers replaced, thank you, Raven.” Anne gushed.
“My pleasure, a good working environment makes for happier staff.” Raven eyed Miles, who, along with Sean, had stripped naked. They were first up. “Excuse me, Anne.” Raven walked over to the young man, eyeing him with keen interest. “Miles, lovely to see you so eager.”
“Thank you, really excited to be part of this. I just hope I measure up!”
“Oh, you do.” Raven admired his impressive physique and his thick cock.
“You want to cop a feel?” Miles grinned.
“Yes.” Raven cupped his heavy balls and fondled him. He reacted to her manipulation to whispers and giggles from the watching team.
“Happy to do the boss if that is what’s required,” offered Miles.
Raven shook her head. “It isn’t. I just appreciate the beauty of the male body. You are exquisite.”
Matt seemed taken aback. “Thank you,” he said, genuinely pleased by her admiration and warmth. “Although I’m feeling a tiny bit objectified,” he added with a twinkle.
Holding his cock in her palm, Raven turned him to the side and slapped his arse. “Get used to it, hun,” she smiled.
There was a ripple of laughter as Raven turned to Patti, the girl’s eyes large behind her thick glasses. She was glowing with sweat and nerves.
“Mistress Raven, it’s an honour!” Patti curtsied in her plain black dress.
“Just Raven. Undress.” Raven’s tone was more clipped and demanding, sensing this would be the right approach with Patti.
“Yes, Mist-Raven,” Patti slipped off her dress, her hands trembling. She was naked underneath.
“Very good. You will report to my office at noon for my personal use. Don’t let me down.”
Patti swelled with pride at this news. “I won’t, Raven! You can rely on me. Subbies!” She held her hand against her left breast, eyes shining behind her lenses.
“Good girl!” Anne applauded and then returned the salute.
Smiling, Raven pressed her hand to her left breast, with the rest of the staff following her lead. ‘Subbies!” They echoed. Morale was high. Raven turned to Lucy, who unbidden also undressed. She was tall, taller than Raven. The woman was divine, thought Raven. Proud, yet submissive. Clever too. All three recruits had a mind. Raven approved as she stared at Lucy, saying nothing.
Eventually, Lucy sank to her knees and placed her hands behind her back. “I am ready to serve you,” she said quietly to Raven. Her voice was rich and warm, her breasts firm, and her dark nipples hard and erect.
Raven held out her hand. Lucy kissed it as if in benediction. There was a rustle behind Raven as the others, save two, took the knee. Carrie hesitated, seemingly unsure, before also sinking to the ground, then Sean, who looked unhappy as he finally succumbed to the pressure of Raven’s stare.
Satisfied, Raven said: “Good luck everyone, we open in ten minutes. Happy drinking! Anne, a quick word.”
Rosie helped Anne to her feet, and she followed Raven to the break area. The makeover had also included padded plastic chairs and a free vending machine.
“I see your role as more supervisory. Make sure the new team are okay, any problems, pull them out. Carrie is only here because Mary wants her here, so watch her. Trying and failing is fine. Not trying and slacking off because she is Mary’s pet is not. She does that then she is out.”
“Understood. I won’t let you down,” replied Anne, an odd look spasming her face
“On your knees.” Raven read Anne’s need.
“Yes, Raven!” Anne slowly got down on her knees, pressing her forehead at the heels of the woman she now served.
“When you have finished debasing yourself, send Sean in.”
“Yes, Raven. Thank you for allowing me this opportunity. I have your tribute for you.” The tribute was a recent development. A monthly cash payment that Raven imposed on Anne.
“I’ll collect it later. Now send Sean to me.”
Anne would have spent all day on her knees at Raven’s feet if she could. She crawled back to the entrance and held onto the tiled frame to pull herself up.
Having enjoyed her small interplay with Anne, Raven viewed Sean more warily. That he was the fiancé of a senior partner meant she had to be more circumspect. The added complication was Evelyn, Sean’s prospective mother-in-law.
“Problem?” Raven decided to be direct.
“No. Well, yes. I don’t approve of the way you expect to be treated. It’s unhealthy, like last time you were here,” replied Sean nervously.
“I don’t expect anything or even ask for anything in the way I’m treated.”
A flash of anger displaced his nerves. “Yes, you do. You never say anything, but everyone knows what you expect. Some may have fond memories, and I’m not saying the place didn’t run like clockwork, but sometimes it was a reign of terror. You and Shan, well, it wasn’t something I liked.”
“Over enthusiasm may have led to mistakes.”
Sean said nothing, his look said everything.
Masking her impatience, Raven opened up. “Okay, yes, I do expect it, but the staff like someone in charge, and making sure there is discipline. If I look like I’m going too far, then tell me. I’m looking to you, Anne and Evelyn to make sure this operation runs as it used to and keep everyone in line and happy. That way, there won’t be a ‘reign of terror’ as you dramatically put it. I need good lieutenants, ones that will stand up to me or think differently. Shan and I were too alike. A mistake looking back.”
Doubt and interest warred in Sean’s face. Raven warmed to her pitch. “You could be my second. You have status as Sam’s fiancé, the girls like you, everyone likes you.”
“Shan didn’t, nor did you, it seemed to me.”
“We never really got to know each other, Sam always kept you to himself, and I respected that.”
Sean thought it over. “I’ll tell you what I think. I won’t be quiet.”
“You think Shan never spoke her mind? You think we agreed on everything?”
“No, but you two were close, very close. Friends, lovers.”
“Well, lovers is out,” smiled Raven. “But we can be friends.”
“I guess,” Sean returned the smile. “My worry is that people follow you, and bad things, really bad things, then happen.”
They looked at each other. Raven was difficult to read, Sean thought.
“Then set an example, Sean, and perhaps they will follow you.”
“I’m not the leader type, you’re stronger than me. But I will try, these are good people, and I like them. Sean’s face was set and earnest.
“I like them too, and with you at my side, I think we can make a success of this.”
“I hope so,” replied Sean. “I’m glad we’ve had this chat. Clear the air a bit.”
“Me too. Anyway, back to work. I have to see how Steven is settling in,” Raven
smiled.
****
Steven Tandy was settling in fine. His small independent operation had a good book of business, his clerk and secretary, a husband and wife team, retired early, and his new secretary was a returnee to the firm.
Raven embraced Jane while Stephen, her fiancé, hovered protectively. The pitch had been simple. Jane had protective status and worked exclusively for Tandy and indirectly his wife, Anaisha. No baggings, no harassment. On that basis, Stephen was happy. He kissed Jane, nodded to Raven and left.
“All okay?” Raven asked.
“Fine, Miss M, sorry, Raven. I’m getting up to speed on what Mr Tandy wants, he has his team and seems happy with them, and we are hitting the ground running. I’m also learning how to blend in his domestic arrangements within the work environment. Would you like to see him?”
“Please.”
Jane buzzed her through.
Pacing the carpet, Steven was talking into a headset. “Getting my thoughts down, part of my process.” he smiled as Raven entered. She waited until he finished.
“Sorry about that, several ideas struck me, and I like to get them down. Set up is great. The two guys under me seem keen, Jane is lovely, and it’s nice not having to hide.” He hesitated, on edge with nervous energy.
Turning, Raven called Jane back in and locked the door.
“Drop your trousers. I’m here to see that you are still caged. Jane take a picture, time-stamped and send it to his wife. She will be seeing her lover for lunch, they can enjoy the plight of this cuck together.”
Steven was bright red as he displayed his caged member, his erection suppressed by its confinement.
“When did you last have sex with your wife, Mr Tandy?” Jane asked conversationally as she took several pics.
“Nearly two years ago. On our wedding night for one minute exactly. Her lover replaced me for the rest of the night.”
“You are a good husband, Steven,” said Raven. “Mary will want a debrief on Friday morning. A work debrief, that is. She has no interest in your sexual inadequacy. No woman does.”
“Finished,” said Jane. “Please pull up your trousers, Mr Tandy, the sight of your inadequate cock disgusts me.”
“Of course, Jane. My apologies. Please keep this to yourself, I beg of you.”
“Well, a small treat at the end of the week will buy my silence. For a little bit anyway.”
Steven almost passed out with pleasure.
****
Bianca twitched the crop against her boot, registering her unhappiness. She should have known a two-hour booking from a new client, and with payment upfront, would have a catch. There was always a catch.
“What you going to do, babe?” Rachel asked. She was sitting on the bondage bed, her housecoat gaping open, displaying her breasts.
“I don’t want to see or talk to her. She’s a mad cunt.”
“She works for the firm which owns this place, so we need to keep her sweet.” Rachel went to the heart of the issue. “And she wants to see me too, so I’ve got your back.”
Bianca hated it when Rachel pointed out the obvious, her face a picture of frustration. Her lover held out her arms.
“I’m in no mood for a cuddle,” snapped Bianca.
“Hey, think about me! I might have to have sex with the bitch. At least you get to whip her arse.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t like that idea either.”
“Then tell her, but let’s hear her out first?”
“Fuck!”
Rachel took that as yes and went to fetch Raven from reception.
“Like what you see?” Rachel smiled, figuring if paying for sex was what Michelle, Raven, or whatever the fuck her fucking name was today, then she might as well flash the goods. Quite why this stunning woman was paying for sex was a mystery. Maybe she got off on it.
“Very sexy, Mr Kax said you were a good fuck.”
Blushing, Rachel had forgotten about Kax, but she played along. Business was business. “You two want to hire me for fun and games, I’m more than happy.”
They went through to the playroom. Bianca nodded a curt greeting. “You should have said who you were.”
“Then you may have refused the booking, and I wanted time and an opportunity to talk.”
“I still might,” replied Bianca ignoring Rachel’s silent plea to be civil.
“I have paid, so I would appreciate a hearing. It won’t take long.”
“Of course, always happy to listen, aren’t we, babe?” Rachel said quickly.
Bianca nodded. “I can give you five minutes.”
“To business then,” said Raven. “I would appreciate Pussy taking a young girl under her wing for a couple of days a week. Teach her the trade. Get her used to selling herself. You can keep the earnings. If you want to use her yourselves or give her some nominal amounts, I will leave to you.”
“We would have to see the girl first, but if we like her, I don’t see why not. What’s her name?” Rachel asked.
“Her slave name is Cunt Candy. Megan is her given name. She’s hard-working, bright and fitting in well as our house slave. I see that she is here tomorrow morning if that’s okay. Judy will bring her. She’s our other slave.”
“You have a lot of slaves,” remarked Bianca.
Raven ignored the sarcasm.
Finally, Bianca nodded. “Agreed. We will see her. No promises beyond that.”
“Thank you. The other matter is more personal.”
Seeing the woman’s composure waver piqued Bianca’s interest. “Go on, we are used to personal in here.”
“I have a system of what I call penance, punishment for my sins. It helps me, cleanses me. I’ve had several people help me in the past. The last was a black Trans Domme, name of Cathy.”
“I see. You have a thing for black Dommes?”
“I prefer my women black or South Asian, yes, that’s just a sexual preference wired into me, but there is one other important factor.”
“What’s that?”
“They must have some personal animosity towards me and genuinely enjoy the suffering they inflict on me. They must want to do it.”
Bianca considered this with a wide genuine smile. “Well, you’ve come to the right place then. I loathe you. Always have.”
“You say the nicest things,” replied Raven with a sardonic smile of her own.
Rachel giggled.
****
Sammie finished her internet search and looked up at the expectant faces.
“Well?” Bianca asked.
“Not much, usual social media profile, Megan talks about friends, college. Quite chatty until about a year ago, then it gets a bit more reserved, mentions Raven, very excited about meeting her, last few months nothing. Like she has dropped off the map.”
“That will be when she became Raven’s slave,” said Rachel, tickling Archie behind the ear.
“She seems a nice girl, though?” Sammie said to Bianca.
“Yeah, she’s quite sweet, very submissive, attentive, spends most of her time eating Rachel’s pussy than working,” replied Bianca, giving her wife the side-eye.
“Just taking her out for a spin, see how she measures up,” said Rachel. “Punters like her, she has that ‘I want to please you vibe’, makes the guys feel they are important. The sex is secondary. Get in their heads, and you will build a good client base.”
“There are two other points,” continued Sammie. “You said her full name is Megan Leason?”
Bianca shrugged. “And?”
“That’s Raven’s name. Michelle Leason.”
“I thought it was Hole?”
“No wonder she changed it to Raven,” laughed Rachel.
“No, she changed it from Leason to Hole. Although it seems she may have reverted to Leason, she seems to chop and change identities. Anyway, she and Megan are related in some way. Raven is obviously just an alias. There is a bit of online stuff about Raven as a high-end escort. Several reviews. Guys enthralled by her. Fan pages too. Some talk about ‘special services’ but vague, also beatings, mainly by her. One guy talking about taking his wife to see her and Raven beating the crap out of her. Some stuff from the wife, maybe true, maybe not, sounds like a woman writing it. Talks about Raven getting in her head and taking her on a journey, no mention of anything physical which you’d expect from a guy.”
“Sounds like what you do, babe,” said Rachel.
Sammie shook her head. “It’s not a Domme service, it’s much darker with hints of violence, but it’s all wrapped up in sex. There is more if you want to hear it. I did some research when she moved next door.”
“Sure.”
“There is talk about a Raven on extreme chat boards. Seems she took part in unlicensed fighting bouts, good at it too and very popular. There is talk of her being involved in a shooting and speculation that she is mixed up in criminal activity, but I don’t know how much is fiction or fact. The escort persona is good because it’s out there, and everything else can be seen as fantasy.
Her guy, Kax, was in prison for eighteen months for assault with bodily harm. Real name is Kairu Xavier. His father was French and killed in a gang shooting in Marseille nine years ago. We shouldn’t upset these people!” Sammie added, looking up at Bianca, worry creasing her face.
“We won’t be upsetting anyone,” said Bianca firmly. “We have taken Megan under our care, Rach will teach her the business, and I’m going to do what she wants me to do. Although I’m not calling that cunt fucking Raven,”
Rachel and Sammie exchanged looks.
“Why did she involve us? She said she would stay out of our lives,” Sammie was still fretting.
“She did? When did she say that?” Bianca asked.
“Oh, we chatted to her when she told me she was moving out of the flat next door,” Rachel lied. “Getting out of our lives, she said, didn’t she, Sammie?”
Sammie nodded. She wanted to curl up with Archie and forget all this stress.
“Can’t trust that cunt on anything. But we play it smart, keep it professional. When she books her first penance session, we all should be there. Including Archie.”
“Why Archie?” Sammie asked worriedly.
“Just an idea, now be quiet. That’s an order. You should be collared.”
Sammie waited submissively as Rachel fastened her collar.
“As I said,” continued Bianca. “We are going to handle this situation by playing it straight. We look after this Megan, provide the mad cunt with what she has asked for, and that way, we come out of this in one piece. Agreed?”
Rachel and Sammie nodded. Neither looked convinced.
****
Megan was pleased to be back home. Judy fussed over her, fetching cups of tea and listened as Megan regaled her with her sordid tales from the club.
“I missed you from my bed, dear. It’s lovely to have you back. Lord Kax is pleased as well.”
“You think so? Has he said anything about me?”
“Only that he missed having you around, he likes fucking you, just don’t tell Raven!” Judy whispered as she brushed Megan’s hair.
Megan smiled at her reflection in the mirror. Kax missed her! She hugged that thought tightly to herself.
“Have you two finished?” An impatient voice called out.
“Almost Raven!” Judy called back. “A few more minutes.”
“I’m to be whored out apparently,” Megan said quietly.
“I know, dear. It’s the next step. Prove your worth to the family. You will be working in a good place with nice people, and don’t forget your sister started as a low rent whore about your age.”
“Less of the low rent,” a voice interrupted them.
“Cheap?” Judy smiled at Raven.
“Good value.” Raven laughed, crossing to her sister. She took the brush off Judy and pulled it through Megan’s hair. “You’ll be a good little whore, won’t you Cunt Candy?”
“Yes, Raven.”
“You start Monday.” Raven put down the brush, her hands dropping to Megan’s breasts, kneading them gently. “Get on your knees.”
Megan obediently slid to the floor and pressed her face into her sister’s pussy, knowing what was expected of her. Swaying slightly, her pleasure building, Raven glanced at Judy. The older woman nodded in understanding and moved behind Raven, getting slowly to her knees. Placing her hands on Raven’s arse, Judy began rimming her Mistress with noisy enthusiasm.
“Fuck, that feels good!” It took Raven only a few minutes before she came, deliberately rubbing her slickness over Megan’s face. “Leave my cunt juice on you. You look much prettier like that. ”
“Yes, Raven. Will Lord Kax require me this evening?”
“He’s on a lads night out, probably crashing at Roland’s.” Raven suspected there was going to be much fun and merriment with some local girls. She didn’t begrudge Kax having fun. She did begrudge not being invited along for the fun.
“You can share my bed tonight.” Raven cuffed Megan aside. “We can get take out, have a girls night in. Fuck-bag, a word.”
Judy clambered to her feet and followed Raven.
“My sister seems disappointed that Mr Kax will not be around tonight.”
“She has it bad for him, and the more he casually uses her, the more she is besotted with him.”
“I’ll tell him to keep her dangling and to step up the punishment routines. Did you tell Candy he missed fucking her?”
“Yes, as we agreed. May I suggest we both abuse her tonight? Keep reinforcing how she views herself. Drive the conditioning deep into her.”
Raven smiled at the pleasure Judy was deriving from the Megan experiment, a pleasure she shared. “I’m not sure who is worse, you or me.”
“Oh, you, Raven. It is definitely you!”
“You say the sweetest things. Strap Candy to the coffee table. I’ll order in pizza.”
“Yes, Raven!” Judy bustled off to fetch Megan while Raven cleared the table. It wouldn’t be Megan’s first time. Kax enjoyed resting his feet on her while relaxing on the sofa.
Having placed the food order, Raven pocketed her phone and stared down at her naked sister lying face-up on the table. A part of her envied Megan’s figure, driven by her deep-seated fears of Kax’s preferences in women. It was an envy that whispered to her, finding succour in her darkness.
Judy secured the girl’s arms and legs then leant over her captive, revealing her excitement. “Comfy, dear?” The question from Judy was rhetorical. Megan’s comfort was not a consideration.
Megan nodded, her heart racing, automatically testing the bonds on her wrists pulled above her head. It was a long oak table that easily encompassed her small frame. She had grown accustomed to its hardness, associating it with Kax resting his boots on her and being made to lick them, sometimes rubbing the sole over her face, squashing her features. She squirmed as Judy began playing with her pussy.
“You wishing Lord Kax was here?” Judy whispered.
“Yes! Very much!”
“Fingering your wet slave twat, rubbing his boots in your face?” Judy slipped another finger inside Megan. “Sucking his cock, offering yourself as his slave to fuck and use?”
“Please, yes! I want him!”
“Don’t let your sister see how much you want him.”
Megan nodded, her lips fastening onto Judy’s proffered breast. The pierced teats had become a source of comfort for Megan.
“I see you have started without me,” said Raven, crop in hand.
“Just warming her up for you, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress!” Judy gasped as the crop stung her arse.
“Two fat arsed sows, no wonder my husband is led astray.” Raven’s tone was suddenly edgy and sour.
Judy and Megan exchanged glances. Each suspecting where this was heading.
“This fat arsed sow apologises, Mistress. I do his and your bidding–” Fingers knotted in Judy’s hair and dragged her off Megan.
“Flaunting yourself at him all the time!” Raven laid the crop across Judy’s breasts, leaving smarting red weals.
“Mistress, I thought we would do Candy together!” The slap to the face eliminated any fading illusions Judy may have entertained. As ever, the mercurial nature of Raven had caught her unawares.
“I’m sick to death of you two tempting him, I should chuck you both on the streets!” Raven raised the crop in quick succession, beating Judy across the rump as she curled into a ball to protect herself.
“Please, Mistress, it’s Cunt Candy who temps him more!” Judy gasped, sisterly solidarity quickly abandoned.
Megan watched with wide eyes as her sister laid into Judy with increasing force, the older woman enduring it stoically. The violence was ritualistic, confined to breasts and rear, agonising but bearable. What Judy had come to fear were the boot and fists.
The buzzer rang, interrupting the spell.
Her expression opaque, Raven tossed the crop onto the couch and stalked to the door.
Pizza had arrived.
****
Megan stared at her sister’s feet resting on her as a naked Raven sat on the sofa eating a slice of pizza. Judy was on the floor, her rear and back of her legs a mess of red weals and crop marks.
“Want some?” Raven brandished her half-eaten slice. Without waiting for a response, she threw it to Megan. It landed cheese side down just above breasts. The contents felt warm and runny.
Using her foot, Raven worked the slice up to her sister’s neck. Megan strained forward and managed to sink her teeth into the crust.
“You’ve made a mess of my toes.” Raven wafted her foot in front of Judy, who obediently licked them clean. “Thirsty?”
Still chewing awkwardly on the crust, Megan nodded, the smile on Raven’s face instantly making her wary.
Raven popped open the large bottle of orange soda and stood over her sister. “Drink up.”
The fizzy pop cascaded into Megan’s open mouth. The sticky drink swilling over her, making her cough and stinging her eyes.
A hand clamped over her nose. Panicking, Megan tried to move her head as Raven jammed the neck of the bottle into her mouth and squeezed it, forcing the drink down Megan’s throat.
“I said fucking drink!”
Megan snorting out a geyser of soda wrenched her head away in desperation. “I can’t breathe! Please Rav–”
The bottle was jammed back in, stretching open her mouth and cutting short Megan’s protests; her eyes awash with fizzy pop and misery.
“Eat Candy’s cunt, fuck-bag!” Raven had a mirthless grin etched on her face.
Slowly, Judy crawled to Megan’s side, burying her face in the young girl’s pussy, using her weight to subdue a struggling Megan straining against her bonds.
“Enough,” Raven removed the bottle. Her sister began heaving up liquid in great gouts, more soda snorting out through her nose, before flopping back in a sticky puddle.
Drawing in sweet air, Megan’s first reaction was overwhelming relief she hadn’t drowned, then a spark of anger. Lord Kax would not have agreed to this! He would have treated her better.
As if reading her thoughts, Raven bent down and kissed Megan.
“You can bleat to him all you like. He will always back me. You’re just a convenient fuck hole for his cock. Understood?”
Megan’s defiance lingered, masked by sullen acceptance. Her gaze switched to the ceiling, Judy’s tongue stimulating her as she lay there bound and drenched. A shadow suddenly obscuring her view as Raven perched herself on Megan’s face, the familiar scent of her sister, her Mistress, her tormentor, triggering her submissive response. She was a slave, a sex slave to her Master and Mistress, she knew her duties. Slowly Megan allowed herself to enjoy Judy’s attentions and then perform on Raven as expected.
Raven reached down and picked up a pizza slice, taking a large bite as she ground her pussy into Megan’s face. “Told you we would have a fun girl’s night in,” she said with satisfaction.
The only responses were muffled moans and the sound of desperate tongues on wet flesh.