“Kitten, how would you like to earn a little mercy?”
She turned toward him, appearing nervous and shy. It was easy to forget this was all still so new for her, that though she was absolutely filthy in the most wonderful ways, she was long out of practice to the point that everything she'd once taken for granted must feel so foreign now.
“What would I have to do to earn a little mercy?” she asked, absently twisting a thick strand of dark hair around her fingers and biting her bottom lip.
Lindsay felt the evil smile edge up his face. “I want to make a dirty video with you.”
“Will anyone else see it?” she asked, still playing nervously with her hair.
He wanted to tell her it would only be for him, but he didn't want to make a promise he might later decide he didn't want to keep. “It doesn't matter who I show it to. You can have pain or a little exhibitionism for the camera. Your choice.”
Maybe he was punishing her after all because surely the threat that others might see compromising videos of her with those scars across her back was its own form of punishment. He waited for her to choose pain over the threat of exposure, but she didn't.
“Okay,” she finally said. “I'll make a video.”
“Good girl.”
Lindsay turned on the studio lighting. It would take a few minutes for them to be at full brightness. Then he turned the camera on and positioned it where he wanted it so that there was a clear shot of the round bed in the middle of the room. He stood behind the camera, watching the image on a fold out screen, revealing the view the lens saw.
“Take off the robe and crawl onto the bed,” he said.
She hesitated only a moment before she untied the sash and let the robe slide off her body onto the floor and got onto the bed.
“On your hands and knees,” he said.
When she'd gone to the middle of the bed on her hands and knees, Lindsay took the camera off the tripod and moved in closer, walking in a circle around the bed. She cried quietly as he circled her.
“Why are you crying, kitten?”
She shrugged, but they both knew why. He pulled her long hair away from her back and walked around her, capturing everything on film. No matter what she might believe, he wasn't punishing her. He was punishing himself. Because he was going to watch this footage later, just to take a good long hard look at what his weakness had done to her.
He held the camera with one hand while his fingers dipped inside her with the other. She was so fucking wet. She bucked against him, fucking herself on his fingers, gasping at the contact she'd been denied all day.
“You're a dirty little whore, you know that, Shannon?”
“Yes, Master,” she said unable to stop fucking herself on his fingers.
He pulled his hand away and slapped her ass hard, causing her to gulp in air, surprised.
“Y-you said I could earn mercy,” she said.
Lindsay chuckled. “That wasn't punishment.” But a red swollen hand print glared back at him and the camera lens making a liar of him. He took the camera back to its place on the tripod, then he zoomed the lens on her.
“Arch your back and put your ass in the air so we get a good close-up shot of your pussy.” He'd just said we. Who did he intend to share this video with? Her answering whimper said she'd heard that we as well. “Good girl. Now stroke between your legs, let us see you press your fingers inside, but don't come. I don't want you to come yet.”
She did as he asked, moving with her fingers. “Good, now roll over and spread your legs for the camera. Stretch your arms out over your head. No touching. And look into the lens. Make eye contact with the person on the other side.”
When she'd done what he asked, he repositioned the camera and zoomed in to a particularly well-lit spot on the bed. She was still clearly visible in the shot, but now there was room for what he planned next.
He crossed to the large toy box in the far corner of the room and took out something that was a cross between a sex toy and a small piece of sex furniture. It was a black piece meant to be straddled, with an attachment that fit right up against a girl's pussy. They used a new one for each girl and sterilized the furniture after. Never let it be said that they ran an unclean operation.
It also came with a small remote that allowed him to control the intensity of the pulses and control the strength and depth of her orgasm.
He put the furniture/toy on the ground next to the bed in clear view of the camera then sat on the edge of the bed in front of it, unbuttoning his pants.
“Get off the bed and crawl to me,” he said.
Shannon got off the bed and obeyed him. When she reached him she looked at the toy and then at him, a question in her eyes.
“Straddle it,” he said. “Straddle it so it's pressed against your opening and your clit, so I can reach everything.”
There was another whimper from her as she lowered herself onto the toy. Her back was to the camera.
“Now,” Lindsay said, getting to the highlight of his own evening. “Please me, and I will let you come.”
He didn't have to be more explicit than that. She was a smart girl. She knew what he wanted. He wanted her hot wet mouth wrapped around his cock taking him all the way down her throat, letting him fuck her mouth until he came.
Shannon did not disappoint. She finished unbuttoning his pants and pulled his cock free. She stroked his hard length for a few seconds then leaned forward and ran her tongue over the tip. She moaned as she tasted him.
He knew how desperately horny she was from such a long day without release. She took him into her mouth and gently sucked. He was patient for a while and let her take her time. Whenever she licked or suckled him in just the right way, he turned the toy on, allowing it to pulse against her dripping pussy.
The more she pleased him, the more he gave her, until he grew tired of her teasing. He turned the toy to the lowest setting.
“Please, Master. Please. I have to come.”
“Then stop fucking around and take me down your throat like you mean it.”
She swallowed his cock then, taking him deep. His free hand wrapped around her hair, holding her in place as he thrust into her. When he neared his own release, he turned the toy to the highest setting.
Shannon bucked against it, screaming out her release as he came down her throat.
He stroked her hair and pulled out of her. But he held her down by her shoulders, pressing her harder against the toy, not letting her go until she had a second and then a third orgasm. He didn't allow her to stop until she begged him.
The blade scratched against the stone wall. “You were a very bad girl,” Brian growled. Shannon cringed, and found herself begging him not to hurt her, but the excited malice in his eyes told her it was pointless.
“You embarrassed me.”
She struggled in the ropes trying to free herself. Annette shrieked outside the door for him to stop and let Shannon go. But they were locked in. They were always locked in. And he held the only key.
“Please, please please...” she chanted. “Please don't. I'm sorry, please.”
“Too late for sorry,” he growled against her ear. His voice reverberated against the side of her face.
And then there was blood. And burning pain. The bullwhip cracked the air and sliced through her skin as easily as the knife. He made tiny, shallow cuts so he could go longer before it killed her. Because she somehow knew he was going to kill her.