Our Only Hope - S01 E28

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Our Only Hope - S01 E28

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 28

After the spanking bench was turned so that the slave was staring straight out at the crowd, the two security men left the platform. As the Master walked around behind the slave, a naked waitress ran up and handed him a tube of lube. He walked back around in front of the bench and held the tube down in front of the slave’s face. “I should fuck you without this,” he said, “but you will have enough pain from the spanking.”

He then walked around behind her and opened his fly. He was impressively average. He didn’t appear to be overly long, but his girth would probably make anal not very pleasant for most women. He squirted some of the lube down between the slave’s swollen asscheeks and began rubbing it into her rosebud.

She immediately began moaning slightly. This was definitely not a cry of pain. She was very turned on and was responding to his fingers going in and out of her ass. He worked on her for several minutes, slowly working up from one finger to two and then three and then pushing all four fingers, bunched up into a wedge, in and out of her now stretched-out asshole.

She was starting to buck back against him and was shouting hoarsely, “Fuck me! Fuck me! Please fuck me!”

“You’re forgetting something,” the Master said mockingly.

“Fuck me in the ass!” the slave yelled back. “Please fuck me in the ass!”

“Since you beg so nicely,” he responded and pushed his prick into her waiting rosebud. He slid in an inch or so with no real resistance, but then he paused as she slowly opened up to allow him full entry. Then he started slowly pumping.

As he pumped, he ran his hands along her ass, obviously causing pain as he massaged the red and purple bruises. In response, the slave began a low, hoarse moan that got louder and louder and louder. He was as measured with his pumping strokes as he had been with his spanking strokes. There was no indication of anything from him as she continued to grow louder and her struggles against her bonds grew more and more frantic.

After several minutes, her cries suddenly turned very shrill and she began crying out, “No, no, oh God, no. Don’t make me cum. Don’t make me cum from an ass-fucking in front of all these people. Don’t let these people see me cuuuuuuummmmm!”

As she screamed out the word “cum” a final time, he drove hard into her ass, reaching forward and grabbing her hips to give himself even greater power as he pushed into her and, from his slight grunting groan, spurted into her bowels.

The Master pulled out of his slave shortly after climaxing, leaving her sobbing and calling out softly, “I am so ashamed. I am so ashamed.”

A naked waitress ran up to him and handed him a small towel or napkin. He wiped himself off and tucked himself back into his pants. Slave dolly meanwhile continued her sobbing litany of, “I am so ashamed. I am so ashamed.”

He patted her ass smartly and said, “Well then, we will just leave you up here for a while so the people can see what an humiliated ass slut really looks like.” She groaned loudly in despair as he stepped off the platform and returned to his table. As soon as he sat down, a naked waitress came running out to see if he desired anything now that he had finished with his slave.

A noise on the other side of the club brought my attention back to the right-hand platform. Six security men were carrying a large, round, metal object up onto the platform. I recognized that object, and I recognized the woman bound in the center of it. It was Mistress Tenesha in her steel globe.

The six men set the globe into its stand. There was a large, round apparatus that seemed to be attached to the globe and fit exactly around the shaft on the platform. It was hard to tell if the globe was supported by the shaft or the apparatus. Maybe they worked together. A thick electrical cord led back under the stage curtain. Once the men were confident that the globe was in place, one of them went backstage and evidently started the mechanism because the globe began to slowly turn.

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” Master Walter said from the center of the stage, standing in front of the curtain, “Masters and Mistresses, may I present Mistress Tenesha White in her World of Pain.”

As soon as he said those words, several blue-white arcs jumped from the interior peaks of the globe to the Mistress’ skin. “Whenever you buzz your servers this evening,” he said, smiling broadly, “you will also be buzzing Mistress Tenesha.” He paused to look over at her and chuckled. “I know that many of you will greatly enjoy that.” He chuckled again. “Mistress Tenesha, however, will not.”

As if to accentuate his point, several more arcs jumped from the metal peaks and Mistress Tenesha screamed in pain. Master Walter looked up slightly and said, “The Germans and the Argentineans have already redeemed their Masters and Mistresses. Why has nothing been done for Mistress Tenesha?” I looked up at the ceiling where Master Walter had fixed his gaze. The black dome of a security camera was barely visible amidst the black steel trusses.

The spotlight illuminating Master Walter went off and he strode off the stage. A few moments later, the curtains along the sidewalls were pulled towards the stage area, revealing five naked people restrained against the concrete walls. I didn’t recognize two of them, but one of them was Master Tyrone, one was Mistress Kelly, and one was Mastress Barbette. Mastress Barbette was semi-dressed in a tight corset which accentuated her breasts, but below the corset she was naked. Or perhaps I should say, he was naked below the corset because below the corset was obviously male genitalia.

Mastress Barbette was a cross-dressing transvestite Master whose secret fetish was not discovered until he was elevated from the Shadow Council to the Inner Circle. He felt he could not accept the position unless the rest of the Inner Circle knew fully what he was and accepted it, so before their vote, he revealed himself to the members of the Circle. To say it was a shock to most of the circle would be a great understatement. He had been a female shadow for Master Brodrick who never revealed to the Circle that Mistress Barbette was a man. No one could ask Master Brodrick if he had known because it was his death which elevated Mistress Barbette to a position on the Circle. After a great amount of discourse, the Circle said that they would accept him, but only as a Master, since he was a man. He argued that since he was a man who dressed as a woman, he should be received as a Mistress. Finally, one of the members of the Circle said, “What should we do? Receive you as a Mastress?” Mistress Barbette answered, “Exactly!” and that is what was done. Mastress Barbette became the first transvestite member of the Inner Circle.

I knew that if I left now, it would look suspicious, so I decided to stay for the show– or whatever it was that passed for entertainment down here in The Fourth Floor. I had just taken another sip of my Jack when the sound system started wailing a very familiar tune and four of the security men walked slowly up the aisle carrying a basket that was hanging from two poles held over their shoulders. The curtains opened and they walked up the stairs onto the stage.