Red

I had slept most of the day. Kept waking up to nightmares. I couldn’t remember exactly what was happening. All I know is when my eyes shot open I was thinking of her. The terrifying goddess who made me her plaything. Mommy. Mistress.

And despite the ragged breathing and chill that ran through my body, my fingers were plunged into my pussy. And in a puddle of my own cold sweat, I would whimper and play with myself. Fucking pathetic.

How long had it been since I was able to rest? The days in Mistress’ room ran together. I had entered exhausted, and despite all the free time allotted to me I still couldn’t sleep soundly. Wished I had some weed. Some booze.

That thought reminded me of Mommy’s breath last night. The way she stumbled into the room drunk. Or was she? Perhaps she was stone-sober, and the booze on her breath was a masterstroke in her fucking game. Wouldn’t put it past her.

Kitten had come by for lunch. Brought me a tray and a gift. Said it was from our Mommy. I wasn’t much for company. I couldn’t even bring myself to answer the door. She let herself in. I lay in the bed and watched Kitten smile and talk. She seemed happy. I wondered if I would be like that when Mommy was done with me. I wanted to feel happy too. But maybe it wasn’t what it seemed. Was this just Kitten’s mask?

“RED! Stop staring out into space! Mistress wants you to eat. You didn’t touch your breakfast. And I’m really fuckin’ busy, so please just put the food in your gob.” Despite her insistent words, her tone was concerned. Fucking hated being pitied.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll eat.” I sat up and Kitten handed me the tray. Fine dining bullshit again. Ordered in. Kinda wished I could just get a nice burger and fries. I eyeballed the present. Wrapped up in black wrapping paper and a thin, golden ribbon. It was tied elaborately all around in a pattern I vaguely recognized. Kinbaku, she called it. Fucking shit, even her gift was in bondage. I reached for it.

“Leave it till you’re done eating. Might make it hard to finish.” Kitten sat at the foot of the bed and looked me over.

“Why, what is it?” Made me want to open it more.

Kitten shrugged. “No clue. But I know Mommy. And when she is teaching you lessons…” Her voice trailed off. She had a haunted look. And a wicked grin.

“Hey, how’s Wolf?” I would never admit it out loud, but when Mommy scared me I sometimes thought of him. The way he had laid out that guy who grabbed me at the party. I realized part of me did feel safer with him around.

Kitten shook her head. “Not allowed to say. Honestly, Mommy would be angry if she knew I was even chatting with you. But I wanted to make sure my sister was doing OK.” She stood up and kissed me on the forehead. “You hang in there, OK? I… I know it’s… I just know. OK?”

She wanted to say more. “Yeah, alright. Thank you, Kitten.” Wasn’t going to push her though. When Mommy had done fucked up shit, Kitten normally sat there with a smile plastered on her face. Thought she was getting off on it. Even now, she was a beam of fucking sunshine. But now I think I understand; part of her was always afraid. Disloyalty was pain, or even worse than that… nothing at all. Kitten feared abandonment above everything else.

She held my hand for a minute. I think I needed that. There was genuine affection. Concern. Maybe even… love? Kitten was the kind of girl whose emotions raged like an avalanche. Her feelings were heavy, and they rolled over everything.

“It’ll be over soon. Party is comin' up quickly. I can’t wait to play again with you.” Kitten hugged me and quietly left me to eat.

I followed her advice. I made sure I had finished everything and waited a bit before opening Mommy’s present. I couldn’t bring myself just to cut the elaborate ribbon. What she had done to it was simply too beautiful. I went to her desk and found some paper and a pen. I found the end of the ribbon and slowly figured out how to untie it.

Then I wrote down how it worked. Drew some diagrams. And slowly unlacing it, I took it apart. I wondered how long I took. No freaking clocks, no windows. Maybe an hour? But even before I tore into the wrapping, I did my best to reassemble the Kinbaku ribbon. Shibari. Whatever. It took a long time, really looked fucking awful. But… it was sort of the idea.

Cool.

So on to the package. Opened it up; didn’t afford the wrapping paper the respect I gave the ribbon. And it was a tablet. Fully charged, brand fucking new, and on it was just one video file. Fucking waste of a nice new piece of electronics, really. Could have sent it on a refurbished old model, just one fucking video file. Such a fucking waste.

Anyway, I started it up. The video from before. When I had cum all over my face and I was telling everyone my deepest, darkest fantasy. About how I wanted to see my bitch sister railed while I pinned her to the ground. That video. Huh, interesting.

I think Mommy was trying to rile me up. But honestly, that was pretty old fucking hat now. I had said it; now everyone knew I’m a fucking freak. Gotta just move forward at that point with your head held high. It was kind of hot though. I played with the idea of masturbating to it. But the knot was more interesting.

I left it on loop, playing the video over and over. Sort of like a really fucked up white noise machine. It helped me concentrate on the knot. About the fifth time I tied the pretty little binding, I got it looking pretty good. Really fucking proud of myself, actually. And then Mommy came in.

“Having fun, Red?” She was dressed all professional. Like a legitimate fucking business lady. I felt like I was missing out on a lot being stuck in her room. But playing with this dumb fucking ribbon has been the only thing I can say I truly enjoyed without some fucked up feelings attached.

“Yeah, I am. Hey, Mis… Mommy. Can you send me more of these?” I showed her my knot. She took it in her hands like it was a precious treasure.

“Oh my goodness. Look at this.” She turned it over in her hand and held it up to the light. Like a jeweler examining a fine gem. “Red, how many times did it take you to do this?”

“Five, how did I do?” I never really fished for praise before. But rarely did I respect anyone enough to want it.

She looked around the room, carefully considering before placing it on one of the bookshelves. She smiled and nodded. “I honestly had no idea you would be so interested in the knot work. What did you think of the video?”

“Oh, that, yeah. It’s pretty good. But this was neat. I want to learn how to do this. Teach me more.” I looked at it proudly; she had picked a place where the gold ribbon caught the light really nicely.

“I look forward to it. But tonight, I will help you get ready. Do you want to see what’s in the next box?” It was funny; I almost wanted to play with the ribbon some more. Or try it with rope. But I know what Mommy wanted.

“Yes, Mommy. Do I need help putting clothes on all of a sudden?” Feeling a bit sassy. Something about working those knots. Gave me a little sense of control.

“It’s because I want you to look perfect tonight. And you’ll need help getting into this alone.”

I considered it. “Can I just play with the knotwork some more? This sounds like a lot of fucking work.”

“Red…” Nope, this wasn’t a choice. Mommy started tapping her shoe. Better get to it.

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Wolf

So, I really didn’t know what to wear to this sort of thing. Kitten’s answer of ‘Whatever’ wasn’t exactly helpful. So what exactly is appropriate attire for watching your ex-fiancée/maybe-owner/possible-girlfriend getting dicked down by a stranger?

I looked it up online. Some people seemed to do it naked. I figured Red would be pissed if I showed up with my cock out. She didn’t like when I acted classless. A couple of people had these really nice suits. I asked around but didn’t really find what I was looking for in my size. So I just showed up in my nicest button-up shirt with a tie and my dress slacks.

Freshly shaved and ready to support the woman I love… or something This was weird. I read the card again.

‘Wolf,

You have the undeserved privilege of being invited as a Silent Stranger to bear witness to Red being fucked. The gentleman who will have the honor is of no concern.

Please bring Red’s belt from her room. It will serve as your entry fee, so don’t fucking forget it. 7:45 PM. My bedroom. Do not be late.

Try not to do anything idiotic.

-M’

Kind of rude, really. But we had talked about this before everything went extremely weird. How I wanted to watch her. And I was excited for it. Still weird, being right there. So Kitten said I was allowed to jack it. Does that mean I should do that? Was it obligatory? Because the whole thing is really strange, and I feel like there are established standards to do it right and no one was telling me.

Fuck.

I paced back and forth. Smelling like some nice aftershave that Philly gave me to use. He always smelled great. I looked at my phone. Six o’clock. So I’m kind of early. But she said not to be late.

Fuck, I’m starting to sweat. This is weird.

“Vixen?”

I turned around, stunned to see him. That long, dark hair that reminded me of waves on the ocean at night. “Bear!”

“What the hell? Were you pulling my leg before when you acted like you didn’t know about this?” He ran over and gave me a hug. Mmm, he smelled like trees and booze. It was a dreamy scent.

“I didn’t. I was hired, like… two days later. Kitten put in a good word and…oooooh!”

Bear smirked at me. “What?”

“Heh, I just realized you work here too. That makes sense with everything you were saying. There’s been a lot going on. Where have you been?” Strange had become so commonplace in the last few days I didn’t even register it. I just casually accepted we were both man whores. Fuck, Bear must be worth so much more money than me!

“Oh, arrested again,” he smirked proudly.

“What? Why?!”

“I was just hanging out with some friends. Discussing environmental issues and peacefully protesting a pipeline being forced through tribal land.” He pulled some shiny stray hairs back behind his ear and gave me a wink. “And we all have no idea who set fire to their construction equipment in the night. And if you have any other questions about it, speak with my lawyer.”

“That’s sexy,” my intrusive thought made its way to my lips.

He laughed. God, it was a beautiful laugh. “Would you like to come along for a protest sometime?” The question was oddly personal, not that he could have known that.

“I would like that. I used to go to some with Red after college. Could she come?” He smiled warmly.

“Of course, the more the better. So who’s Red?” I hesitated to answer. “I’m sorry, did something upset you?”

“No! Well… no. It’s just been… bizarre. Don’t know how to answer that anymore. A few weeks ago I would have just said, ‘my fiancée.’ But it’s gotten really complicated.”

He looked concerned and took my hand. I didn’t realize I was trembling. “Does she know you’re here?”

“Oh, yeah! That’s not the issue. She’s here too!”

“Oh! Is she new too?” His thick eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Yeah, she’s with Mistress right now. In her room. She’s been there a couple of days.”

“…” Bear’s mouth was hanging open.

“And I’m supposed to go there in a few minutes.”

“You’re… supposed to go into Mistress’ room?” I think it wasn’t until I saw the look on Bear’s face did it finally sink in how odd everything going on was even by their standards.

“Does that not happen a lot?”

He shook his head. “Not really, especially during party weeks. Normally she abstains when we’re all here except with Kitten. Are you… supposed to service her?”

“No, apparently I am supposed to sit there and quietly watch Red get fucked by some guy I don’t know.” He stared for a long time.

“Huh. It’s been quite the week for you. Anything else I should know about?”

Figured I might as well rip the band-aid off and throw out the other thing that has been getting me the side eye around here. “We’re both in this opening floor show, but other than a basic run-through, we haven’t had rehearsals. And all the other talent says Mistress normally makes everyone run through it a few times a day. And I'm really nervous about that.”

Fuck, he was looking at me like I was speaking in tongues.

I ran my hand through my hair, looking away. I didn’t like feeling like this. Stressed, confused. “So yeah. Fuck. I’m sorry; I feel like I just dumped all my shit on you.”

Bear grabbed me and pulled me close. “Listen, this is fucking weird. Completely crazy. I have no clue what’s going on. But you’re really… green to all this. Are you OK with everything that’s happening?”

I nodded but felt myself kind of getting misty. “Yeah, I think. But it’s been sort of like being caught in an undertow. It kind of feels like I’ll get through it if I go along with everything, but also like I might be drowning. But that’s fine.”

He kissed me on my forehead. “That’s not fine. That’s kind of fucked up. Do you need to leave? Because that’s always an option. If it gets too scary, if it gets too messed up, you take care of yourself! Do you understand?”

I nodded. I liked Bear. He was nice and smelled so good too. “Yeah, thank you. I’m… I’ve been freaking out a bit.”

He kissed me on my lips. My whole body tingled. “We’re still on for our date next weekend?”

“Yeah, oh yeah!” I giggled; I had almost forgotten about it.

“And I’m serious. If it gets to be too much, you let me know. I will even walk with you because I’m kind of pissed with Mistress right now.” I looked into his dark, brown eyes. They calmed me.

I nodded. “Ok. Thank you. But I mean it; I feel a lot better.”

“Is there anything you need to know before I go? I need to take a shower.”

“Yeah, um, weird question, but you might know. When I’m watching Red get screwed, is it rude if I don’t masturbate?”

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Red

I liked being dressed. Never thought I would think that.

Whenever I saw those old rich assholes from Downton Abbey or that type of shit who had people to put on their socks and button their pants, I couldn't help but wonder how anyone could be such a lazy fuck. But I also never quite pictured it as beautiful and elegant as Mommy rolling stockings up my legs.

She had been peppering me with kisses through the whole evening. Gentle and soft. Little things to keep me excited. A peck on the inner thigh. A flick of the tongue on my nipple. Tickling whispers in my ear, telling me how pretty I am.

I felt like a doll. Her little girl aesthetic for me was something I would have never guessed I would be into. But it was something I was never allowed to have when I was young. To be pretty and adorable.

Today’s outfit was very storybook. Sort of reminded me of Alice in Wonderland. Ruffled dress with this white apron. Except mine was a dark green color. “An elegant color for my little girl. Did you notice it matches Mommy’s dress?”

“Yes, Mommy. Except yours is much more… mature.” The same color, sure. And I saw some similarities in the style. But hers looked like something you could wear down a fucking red carpet. Mine had large bows at the neck and over the pockets.

There were large buttons and she had tied my hair in a ponytail. There was even a hairband with a large, matching green bow that flopped around my head when I moved it. There were puffy shoulder sleeves, and the whole thing was pretty frilly. I personally wouldn’t have called it sexy, but the way Mommy looked at me certainly made it clear she did.

She cuddled me in her arms and kissed me on the head. Also gave me a nice fucking eyeful of cleavage. Her gown put them on full display, and I had quickly gotten addicted to sucking on those things. Mostly it seemed to get Mommy off, and I learned to feed off that. “Do you know why I dress you like this?”

I thought about that. I realized we had a whole theme going here. I ventured a guess. “Because you are trying to enforce a maternal bond on me?”

She smiled sweetly. “No, it’s because I am a pervert, and seeing you like that makes me want to fuck you till you scream.”

Wow. “So… fuck me? Please.”

Mommy shook her head. “Not yet.” She took the matching stocking out of the box. Started unrolling it up my leg. Letting her fingers teasingly find their way close to exactly where I wanted them. “Tonight some cock is on the menu. A man will be here to fuck you.”

“Oh. Well, how about that?” I considered this. Awfully presumptuous. But not necessarily unwelcome. The way my Mommy has been calling me a filthy cum slut while she had her way with me, it’s been kind of priming me to take a hot load of mess. “Who?”

“Does it matter?” As she flattened out the end of the stocking, I couldn’t help but notice she was breathing heavily. That horny look in her eye looked like she was already in the mood to jump me.

I laughed as her knuckle tickled my slit. Her hand had gone unnecessarily high for straightening stockings. “Well, yeah. What if I don’t like him?”

“Fuck him anyway.” Her face was stern, challenging me.

“If I don’t like him, I won’t!” Even as I had learned to accept submission under Mommy, I did not like being ordered around.

“Red, please don’t upset Mommy. Just screw the man and send him on his way.”

I snarled at Mommy. “Why should I?”

Her hand went around my throat, and she lifted me off my dressing stool and slammed me against the wall. She forced her thigh between my legs and I whimpered for her. “Because I told you to. And you want to make me fucking happy, don’t you?”

Wasn’t even thinking; I realized my hips were grinding against her leg, humping her like a horny dog. “Fuck me, Mommy. Please?”

“Do what I tell you to. He is to cum inside you; do you understand?” Fuck, my cunt was gushing.

I liked making her angry with me. I shot her a defiant stare and reached for my clit. She slapped me, and I gasped. Mommy grabbed my wrist and pinned me like a butterfly put on display.

“Don’t make Mommy hit you when you’re supposed to be pretty. Go on, tell me ‘no’ again! I’ll break your mind like I did to Kitten. Except I won’t let anyone fuck you. I’ll watch you writhe around on the ground for days. Suffering like only a depraved slut can, begging me as I pleasure myself to the desperate cries of my pitiful little girl.” I could see in her eyes that it wasn’t an idle threat. In fact, she might have fucking preferred it.

I shuddered thinking of the mad look in Kitten’s eyes. How she had been turned into a fucking animal. All humanity had left her eyes. All that was left was need. “I’ll do it.”

“The man will cum inside you. Say it.”

“Yes. He’ll cum inside me, fuck.” I desperately wanted to try to get myself off with the other hand but thought better of it.

Mommy squeezed my throat, allowed me a few more seconds of dry humping her thigh. Then she withdrew her leg. Not her hand though, that she let linger and left me sputtering for air. Yet the way she stared made me feel like I was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. I grabbed her wrist with both hands and tried to pull her back so I could breathe. She was so strong, I couldn’t budge it. Then she kissed me. Long, slowly letting the tips of our tongues dance.

“Good girl.” She pushed her lips against mine and then loosened her grip. I sucked in the used air that she granted me from her own lungs. Then she released me and pulled me close. I realized why quickly; my knees went out, and I stumbled. Holding me up against those tits again, I clung to her as the room spun.

“Mommy,” I said while panting. “How do you always know what my body will do?”

She gingerly lowered me back onto the stool. “Experience. You’ll need a lot of it. Which is what I’m giving you tonight.” She gingerly helped me back onto the stool. I had started crying at some point without realizing it. That’s been happening a lot.

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Wolf

I knocked on the door.

“You’re early.” Mistress sneered at me. I was starting to get the impression she might not like me.

“Well, if you aren’t early, then you’re late.” I said, feeling dorky for having quoted my dad.

She sighed, and her breast heaved. “I assume someone explained the rules to you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Damn, that dress made her tits look extra fuckable. I wonder if I told that to Kitten if she’d just happily agree or hit me for ogling her Mistress. I was starting to like it when she smacked me around, so I’ll tell her later. Win-win. “The belt?”

Kitten had told me about how Red had forced her to submit. How the belt seemed like an extension of her will. I treated it with appropriate reverence. I had wrapped it carefully in some silk cloth Kitten had given me. I presented it to Mistress with my head bowed.

Mistress nodded. “There’s a stool in the corner. You may enter early, but the rules still apply.”

Fuck. Red. She looked… just… fuck. Like a doll… but not like a creepy doll. Like one you want to fuck. Ok, that was a creepy thing to think. She was dressed like a young girl and… fuck. That’s perverse too.

I’ll just say this: I’ve never seen her dressed like that before in the entire time I’ve been with her, and one look made me hard as a rock. She tilted her head and looked at me curiously. Then at Mistress. “Him?”

“No, not him,” Mistress said with some amusement.

I waved at Red and smiled at her. I missed her a lot.

She waved back.

“What the fuck was that?” Mistress again seemed miffed with me. I was slapped across the back of the head. “Silent Strangers do not wave. For fuck’s sake.”

“Oh, sorry.” She slapped me again, and Red tittered. God, she was cute.

“Silent Strangers don’t apologize. They don’t say anything. It’s in the fucking name. Red, stop engaging him. Wolf, go sit on the damned stool. Don’t make me remove you already.” So not off to a good start. Mistress rubbed her temples. “Fucking amateurs.”

I took the seat and did what I came here to do. I watched.

Mistress set the belt on the bed beside her, then kneeled before Red and opened a case full of carefully arranged tubes and jars of cosmetics.

There was something so sensual about watching Red be prepared. Mistress was applying her makeup, putting on much more than I had ever seen Red wear herself. Occasionally Mistress would lean in and whisper. Red would blush or giggle. Sometimes she would whisper back or look at me.

She put on long, fake lashes. Her cheeks were made rosy. And all over her face and in her hair I could see glitter. And that pink lipstick she put on her pouting lips was full of it. I imagined what it would be like to slip my cock into her mouth while she stared up at me with a look of… what did I want? Awe? Innocence? Whatever Kitten gave me that first time while Mistress held her in place.

And I found myself unbuttoning my pants. They spoke quietly and began to kiss. I was like a ghost, privy to some forbidden scene as Mistress fondled her and Red spread her legs wide to offer herself. I began to slowly stroke my cock. “Mommy, please touch it,” Red begged quietly. Mommy?

“No, little one. Not yet.” And from over her pretty dress, Mistress pinched her breasts and ran her hands over her tight little body. I was quickly getting excited, like I would soon blow. I had gotten so into it that I had completely forgotten.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

The raps at the door caused me to stop. There was going to be someone else here. Someone who was going to screw her. My Red. No, not mine. But… fuck. I was feeling overwhelmed.

Mistress looked Red over one last time and adjusted her clothes and smiled. Then went and opened the door. “Come in.”

The man was older than all of us. Sixties, maybe pushing seventy? He was dressed expensive. The diamonds on his watch sparkled. That alone might have been worth more than everything I owned. “You look wonderful, Mistress.”

“Albert, it’s been too long.” She held out her hand, and he kissed it. “You are looking well.” She led him inside. Whereas I had my stool in the corner of the room, Mistress took the large, padded chair that seemed as much of a throne as anything else a few feet from the bed. Best seat in the house.

He looked over her shoulder and stared at Red. My Red. And I hated that look in his eyes. So fucking greedy and dirty. And then he looked around the room until he spotted me. I sat there with my cock still in my hand. Not allowed to even make a noise. And he grinned at me, a look of contentious superiority. Fuck, I wanted to punch him.

After that he turned his attention to Red. “My, aren’t you a pretty little girl. Don’t you worry, Daddy Albert is going to take good care of you.”

Red rarely looked this way, panicked and frightened. Confused, looking back to Mistress, then to me. That fucker had the smuggest fucking look on his bitch face. I clenched my jaw, enraged that I wasn’t allowed to do anything. He began to loosen his tie, and Red retreated against the headboard.

“Where are you going, young lady?” The fucker tossed his tie aside and started crawling on the bed toward her. I looked over at Mistress. She seemed pleased with how things were going, a demure smile and a bit of a bristle as he got closer to Red.

She would tell him to stop if Red didn’t want it, right? I was worried. I hadn’t seen Red in days. Mistress seemed to have her almost under a spell. And now this decrepit fucking pervert was cornering her on the bed. I rose to my feet, and Mistress shot me a look. I didn’t care; I was going to fucking break something over his head!

Red saw me, and it’s like she broke out of the trance. Her face twisted into a look of pure rage. She looked ‘Daddy Albert’ dead in the eyes. “Who the fuck do you think you are?!”

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Red

It was all happening so fast. I felt like I was trapped by Mommy’s demand. Small and helpless. I was glad Wolf was there. He was angry for me. Helped remind me who I was. Because I wasn’t a fucking pussy to be bullied around by some old shit in a suit.

He blinked in disbelief. “E-excuse me?”

Mistress beamed. I think if I had just laid back and taken it, she would have been very disappointed.

My hand felt next to me while I stared him down, then I found it. My belt. My motherfucking, bitch-beating, proletariat tool of equality. I gripped it hard in my hand and whipped his wrinkled face. He stumbled back on the bed. “I said, who the fuck do you think you are?”

I saw Wolf sit down; I was glad. I wanted him to be here. To see what I could do. The ancient prick held his cheek and looked over at Mistress. She simply watched with amusement. “I-I-I’m…”

“What are you looking at her for? Does she know who the fuck you are? Does ‘Daddy’ have the Alzheimer's ? Did you forget your own fucking name?” I got on my knees and crawled toward him. Now it was his turn to cower. “Not my fucking Daddy though. It makes my stomach churn to think a coward like you would believe for one fucking second I belonged to him!”

I raised the belt. He tried to dodge. Bad move. The first lesson in getting a beating is trying to dodge only makes it worse. Instead of taking it across the cheek again, I snapped him on the lip. He tumbled backwards onto the floor. He dabbed his freshly busted gums and started to get up.

“No, stay down. In fact, get on your mother fucking knees Al. Let’s have a quick chat before I fuck you and send you on your way.”

He wasn’t fast about it, but he was on in the years. Actually, it looked like it was quite painful to kneel for him. Or maybe he just didn’t have much practice. “Yes, Miss Red.”

“It’s just Red.” I raised the belt. He shut his eyes and braced for the hit. “Ha, scared of the little girl all of a sudden? I thought you were planning on taking care of me. Can’t take care of shit, can you?”

“Yes… I mean… no. Whatever you think, Red.” He was frightened, but obviously turned on. Al’s cock was stuck awkwardly in his pants and his erection jutted out. Didn’t by any means seem impressive. I still had no idea why Mommy picked him. But I could work with it.

“Whatever I think? Do you want to know what I think, Al?” I circled him. He was shaking too. Ha, one good fucking shot across the cheek and he lost all his swagger.

“Please tell me, Red.”

I reached for his chin and pushed his face to the side, examining the welt across his cheek. Pretty good work. And I liked the way his lip was bleeding. I hadn’t cared much for Al. “I think you are a lame old fuck who can only feel powerful when he’s got forty years and a hundred pounds on a girl.”

He shook his head. “I’m not…”

SMACK! I cracked him across his back. Tore his shirt too.

“AHHH!”

Mistress giggled.

“I didn’t ask for your fucking opinion. Did I, Al?”

He was panting; fuck, this guy was such a puss. “No.”

“You’re a rich old fuck who spends his days trying to diddle girls. Your opinion doesn’t mean shit to me. So shut your cock holster unless you are answering my questions. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Red.”

“Good, then take out your pecker. Let’s get this farce over with.” I laced the end of the belt through the buckle and formed a leather noose that I slipped over his head as he awkwardly lowered his pants below his ass.

“Look at that. It doesn’t have fucking teeth. It’s not dripping with pus or flaking the fuck off. Nothing wrong with your prick, so I guess it’s just your terrible fucking personality. Is that why you have to force yourself on tiny, young women?”

He looked down in shame. I pulled the belt hard. He gagged and fell to the ground at my feet. “On your back, you sick bastard. You are below me.” I choked him again with the belt, and he rolled where I wanted him.

The look he was giving me, I liked it. Fear, respect, lust. A far cry from that degenerate stare when he walked into the room. I was in fucking control.

“Beg.”

“Please.”

I sneered at him. “Again.”

“PLEASE!”

I straddled him; it wasn’t easy. He was fat around the midsection and mounting his cock took some adjustments. But I got it figured out and slowly lowered myself. “Pathetic. I can see it in your fucking face. Are you going to cum already?”

“Slow, please!” I pulled the belt tight; I didn’t like him talking to me. And his hands tried to dig under the leather that cut into his neck.

“One.” I bucked my hips into him. His cock jumped inside me. “Two.” Again, a hard thrust, and I could feel his old man dick trembling inside me.

“S-stop…” He tried to choke out. The big baby could breathe; I think he was begging for more time before I finished him off. I certainly wasn’t going to give it to him.

“Three.” I pulled on the belt and thrust hard. His cock pumped cum inside me. A lot of cum. I loosened my grip on the belt and stared him down. “Pathetic. I thought you might get to five. You’re fucking useless.”

From the corner of my eye I saw Mistress nodding in approval. I let him finish up, his unworthy jizz leaking out of me and running down his balls. “S-sorry.” Hah, he fucking apologized.

“Yeah, you are.”

And I didn’t just climb off him. I wanted him to feel like the worm he was. And that fucking expensive suit pissed me off. He couldn’t look at me, like the sight of me was too intense, too revered to cast his eyes on. I dragged myself up his body, letting his limp cock flop out of me.

And slowly, I ascended. Dragging my pussy over him. Letting the sperm and what little juices stirred in me leave a white, sticky trail over his black suit. Like the trail of a fucking snail. Up over his fat belly. I paused on his chest long enough to loosen my belt from his neck and retrieve it. Then I slid my messy cunt across his face and into his hair.

Satisfied, I stood up and looked triumphantly down on him. Then I spit in his fucking face. “I’m done with you. Now get the fuck out of here.”

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Wolf

My cock dripped on the ground as I watched that asshole frantically look for his tie. His face was red, and I swear I thought he was going to cry. I had cum twice while watching Red humiliate that fucker. Shit, she absolutely radiated power.

He slunk out the door with his tail between his legs. I felt more in love with Red now than I ever had.

“Wolf, stop slopping cum all over my floor.” Mistress had a peculiar look on her face. I thought I was going to be dismissed quickly, but whatever she had planned wasn’t over. “Take off your shirt and tie, use them to clean that up. After that, you may approach the bed.”

I did as she said; Mistress was whispering with Red again while I wiped the floor. Both were laughing, and Mistress kissed her cheek. She took her by the hand and set her down on the chair she had been occupying. Then carefully, Mistress lifted the hem of her dress and arranged her legs. Knees far apart and her dripping cunt on full display. I stood on the opposite side of the bed from her.

Mistress considered me, studied my face. “I’ll keep you around a bit longer to play with. You are no longer a Silent Stranger, but there are new rules. You may not speak to Red, and she may not speak at all. You may only answer the questions I ask. And you will do what I tell you to. Do you understand.”

I felt my loins stir in anticipation. “Yes, Mistress.”

She smiled and instructed me, “Look at her. Keep your eyes fixed on Red. You may not so much as glance anywhere else. And Red, look at Wolf.”

“Yes,” I answered. Wasn’t a hard request to follow. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

Mistress cozied up close to me, then playfully grabbed my ass. I jumped. “Good show, huh?”

I was wary of another pinch but in full agreement. “Very.”

“Wolf, what do you think of how Red looks? Do you like the clothes I picked out for her?” Mistress walked behind me, her hand on my shoulder. I could feel her breath on my neck as she asked her questions.

“She’s… perfect.” I struggled to find the way to express the feelings of devotion and awe she made me feel. It felt like I had a broken poem trying to assemble itself.

“Please, Wolf, be exact.” Mistress’ hand started sliding down my back. “I see you’re overwhelmed. Try small words. What comes to mind when you’re looking at her?”

“Pretty.”

“Good. That she is. Keep going. More small words.”

“Young. Small. Cute. Innocent. Sweet.” She blushed, and her fingers slipped to her pussy. She began to trace the outside of it with her fingertips. I licked my lips. “Pink. Wet. Slit.”

Mistress’ hand slipped around my waist, and she began to undo my pants. “Wolf. The clothes, not the cunt. How do you feel when you look at my young, sweet, wet, little girl?”

She slipped her hand down my pants and began to stroke me. I found I was answering without thinking. “I want to fuck her.”

Red giggled. That was strange. I don’t think I heard her make that noise before. And she slipped her fingertip inside and began to gingerly play with herself. Mistress whispered in my ear, “Wolf, I know exactly what you mean.” She bit my earlobe and squeezed my cock.

I groaned but kept my eyes on Red. Mistress let my pants slip to the ground. My cock throbbed as I locked eyes with Red, who was teasingly taking her time to pleasure herself.

“Wolf, keep answering my questions. But you’re going to fuck me now.” Red’s eyes went wide with surprise, and her fingers stopped. She looked at Mistress, who scolded her, “I didn’t fucking say you could look away! Eyes on Wolf.”

I couldn’t tell what Red was feeling. She looked… different than a few days ago. The emotions on her face, her mannerisms—I didn’t recognize it. I knew she had gotten upset. But why? Mistress snaked herself around my body. Her leg wrapped around my waist, and she laced her arms around my chest. Red’s lip curled downward.

She ground her cunt on the back of my thigh. I throbbed in want as I felt the hot moistness through her dress. “I’m going to take him for a ride, Red. I simply don’t understand what you see in him. Maybe I’ll find out.” Red sneered at… me? Mistress? Fuck, I don’t know. She was pissed.

Her body uncoiled, and she continued her questioning. “Were you proud of how she fucked that man?” I could hear her undressing behind me. Red’s eyes quivered, like she wanted to watch that more than me.

“Yes.”

“What do you think she’ll buy?” Red looked as confused by this question as I was.

“What she’ll… buy? What do you mean?”

“She’s rich now. Maybe she’ll buy a house?” I tilted my head to Red, looking for some clue. She had no idea. “Albert was her first client and quite a good catch for Red. He’s terrible in bed, as you’ve seen. But it’s over quick, and he pays a mint.”

Red’s sudden voice startled me as she asked in exasperation. “Wait, the fuck? That guy…”

“Shhhhh.” Mistress pressed her naked body to the back of mine, swaying her hips and forcing me to mimic her motion. “Quiet, Red. No talking.” She thrust our hips to emphasize her point, my hungry cock oozing a string of cum onto the bed. “With three pumps, you made more money than you have in the last five years.”

We both stared at each other in stunned silence. I finally asked, “She’s worth that much?”

Mistress kissed my neck. “Oh, she’s worth a lot. But today was an exceptional payout. Juniper squeezed every cent out of Daddy Albert. Red had a lot of factors going for her tonight. Someone’s prostitution debut in my circles tends to have quite competitive bidding. It’s like you’re a virgin all over again. Petite redheads fetch a high price in my markets. And then of course there’s you.”

I fought the urge to look back at her. “Me?”

“There was quite a premium price to have her fiancée in the room for her… deflowering.”

I bristled at the thought of that. And I remembered the look that fucker gave me when he arrived. I felt used by Mistress, and an anger stirred in my chest. “So I was a prop?”

“And a very profitable one at that. I know what Albert likes; tonight was perfect for him. Now, how many times did you cum in that corner?”

She began stroking my cock, and with a curious smile, Red went back to fingering herself. “Twice.”

“Then it worked out for everyone, didn’t it? And Red has her first regular customer.” Red gave me a boastful nod. “I’m going to lie on the bed now. Keep looking at Red. Fuck me like you want to fuck her.” She sauntered past, almost a blur in my mind as I studied the love of my life. Who was she now? Mistress sat on the edge of the bed and asked as she lay back, “Was it humiliating, Wolf?”

I leaned over Mistress in silence as she spread her legs around me. I felt Mistress’ hand grab my cock and guide it to her cunt. She teased me by rubbing the head up and down her labia as she waited for my response. “Yes.”

Red bit her lip and slid an extra finger inside herself. Moaning as my answer got her off all the more. “Oh, she likes that. I think you better get used to living in disgrace. I will teach Red how to strip away your dignity for her own amusement.” Red looked delighted as Mistress dug her heels into my ass. Pulled in and made to surrender my manhood to the satin folds between her legs. “Do you understand she’s not yours?"

I looked into her eyes that sparkled in delight as I began to fuck Mistress easy and slow. Just like Red always wanted. “I understand.”

“She belongs to me now. I stole her. Not from you; you were never worthy enough to own her. But from herself. Now I own her.” Red began to pump her fingers faster. “Who does Red belong to, Wolf?”

“You, Mistress.” My cock dragged slowly in and out as she tittered underneath me. Even from my peripheral vision I could feel her conceited smile.

“That’s right. That little slut is all mine. Now, I said to fuck me how you want to fuck Red. Not how you think she wants to be fucked. Look at that pretty little girl. Look at those bows and ribbons. Is this weak, sad rutting all she stirs in you?”

I growled and reached down. Grabbed one of Mistress’ knees. She let me lift it to her chest and then raise her ankle to my shoulder. I wrapped my arm around her thigh and used the leverage to slam my hips.

“There we go; that’s closer to what I want. Oh, your skin is turning so hot. Are you angry, Wolf?”

I tried to fuck her harder. I wanted to make her cry out, but I couldn’t even draw a moan. No matter how hard I fucked Mistress, I could barely even cause her voice to waver.

“Aw, you are angry. How adorable. Still, rather disappointing. Can’t you go any harder?” A cruel, sultry laugh came from Red’s sparkling, glittered lips. Mistress raised her hand and stroked my cheek. “All this is your fault, you know. If it weren’t for your cheating, she would never have become a whore. Fucking rich old bastards for their money. Then coming back to me afterward, begging like a slut. Begging for a satisfaction you weren’t good enough to provide.”

Red’s knees lifted and spread further apart. Three fingers in her cunt now, her thumb rubbing circles around her clit as her pleasured wails filled the room. All the while, her eyes glowed with triumph as I was degraded before her.

“My treasured little girl lived only a few miles away. And I never would have known. But you gave her to me the moment you slithered this pathetic cock into Kitten’s precious mouth.” Mistress adjusted herself underneath me, changing the angle for her benefit. And began grinding back as her breath became ragged. “Was it worth it, Wolf?”

I couldn’t answer. I had become disoriented, unsure of everything. Red was more beautiful now than ever before, achieving pleasures I wasn’t man enough to provide. I wanted her to get off; I wanted her to experience the euphoria I saw on her face. But what had I lost? What was left of her for me?

Mistress pulled my hair and thrust back into me, harder than I was into her. “I SAID WAS IT WORTH IT, WOLF?!”

Red’s legs kicked out. Her ass and hips trembled as gushing liquid squirted out from her and sprayed through her sweet little hands. The noise she made reminded me of when Mistress had fucked her a few days ago. That primal noise I could not draw out of her that was so gratifying. And I came inside Mistress. She got off as well, her head tilted back as she drank Red's body with her eyes.

“Oh, maybe it was.” Mistress cooed to me. Her laughter was brutal, leaving me to fill her with shameful spurts that I wished I could stop. I wanted to leave, to go where no one could see me. But suddenly Mistress kicked her leg off my shoulder and wrapped herself around my body, holding me in place.

“Let me go.”

“You know, she’ll do anything I say.” I watched Red pant, still playing with herself even with the occasional spasm of juices bursting out of her.

“Please, let me go,” I begged.

“Wolf, no one has fucked her ass yet.” I went still, and so did Red. “I’ve been saving that for something special. Even I haven’t delved in more than an occasional finger or tongue. But no one has given her a good butt fucking. Would you like to be the one to do it?”

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Red

I had gotten swept away in her fucking game. Lost in the fucking retribution I felt. I hadn’t realized how much I needed to see him taken apart like that. His infidelity had earned him nothing but reward after reward. But now, Mommy was punishing him for me.

And I got off to it, nice and hard. Expelling that old fucker from before from my cunt with a powerful squirt. It had been perfect, but nothing Mommy ever did for me came without a price.

“It’s a simple question, Wolf. Would you like to fuck her ass?”

The look in his eyes while he kept pumping his cock into Mommy was animalistic. Feral. “Yes.”

“Red, stand up.” She looked at me deviously. “Stand up and bend over. Spread your cheeks and show him what he wants.”

My whole body was shaking. Rocked by my orgasms and scared as hell by that fucking look on his face. I did as Mommy ordered and rose up. I steadied myself on the chair and bent deeply at my waist.

“Spread them, Red. Grab your ass cheeks and pull them far apart. Wolf wants to see it.”

I reached behind me. My body seemed like it was moving on it’s own. I tried to stop myself, but I did little more than slow down. Mommy was right when she had taunted Wolf. My body knew it belonged to her and had no will to defy her.

“Look at that; doesn’t it look so very tight, Wolf?”

“Yes,” he had a tone I hated. It dripped with malice.

“Red, turn your head and look at him. Let him see your face.” My breath became uneasy, scared of what he would do to me. What Mommy would make him do. I began to cry. And I looked back at him. All I saw was carnal hunger as Mistress was getting herself off on his cock, riding the high she started when I came. “See what a good little girl she is. She’ll do whatever I tell her to do. Even if she’s crying and doesn’t want to. So one more time, Wolf. Do you want to fuck her ass?”

“Yes!” No fucking hesitation at all.

“And what if it hurts her. If I said it was alright, would you enjoy that?”

“YES!” I could see him bristling. Waiting for Mommy’s permission.

“Do you want it to hurt?”

“YES! FUCKING YES!” Drool sprayed from his lips. And I felt like a cornered rabbit staring into Wolf’s predatory eyes. I felt my whole body freeze in fear.

SMACK!

My belt. Mistress had it in her hand. I don’t even know where she had gotten it from. But she hit him across the face, and it broke the daze he was in. Suddenly his expression softened, and he looked at me with confusion. And then horror.

“Red… Red, I…”

“Get out of my fucking room, Wolf!” Mistress kicked him off her, and he stumbled back. "You're no longer welcome here."

“I didn’t mean it. I just…” I think he was about to cry, but fuck him. The anger grew in me. How dare he! How fucking dare he even think about doing that to me!

“SHE SAID GET THE FUCK OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT, RIGHT NOW!”

He froze in place. Mistress turned around and scooped his clothes from the floor and pushed them into his hands. “You heard her. Leave.”

He slumped away, deflated and shamed as he retreated. Wolf burst out the door naked and with his cock dripping. And I fell onto the bed, a fucking mess. Crying and angry.

Mistress cradled me in her arms. “I’m so sorry, Red. I’m sorry, but you needed to see that.”

“M-mommy. What… why was…” I was shaking and holding myself close to her naked body. Pushing my face into her tits, trying to hide from everything.

“Shhh, poor girl. You needed to see what was inside him. What he… what they all are capable of. Even those who love you. They want to see you torn apart.”

Through my sobs I managed to ask, “Everyone?”

“Yes,” Mommy said while pulling me into her lap. She leaned back against the headboard, making it so I could stay in her arms as long as I needed. “When you dominate someone, it’s only natural that some part of them wants to rebel. To have it’s turn. You feel that way about me too.”

“Mommy, no…”

“Yes, Red. What you saw in Wolf’s eyes, I’ve seen in yours. But that’s fine. Mommy will never stop loving you. No matter what you do to me.” And somewhere in my heart, I knew she was right.

I howled. Shame, terror, everything. It was crashing around inside me.

“Mommy will protect you. You aren’t the same as Kitten. She wants to be used and fucked and experience as much as she can handle. You are far more delicate. And no one else will ever hurt you again. Only Mommy is allowed to frighten you. And I will; it’s the only way you can learn what you need to know. But I do it because I love you, Red.”

She held me close; I don’t know how long. Her room was timeless when it was still. I sobbed in her arms, and she stroked my hair. It had been so much to take in. Every day she shattered my world then built it back up for me. Even after my tears were spent, I just lay in her arms. Allowing myself to be vulnerable to her.

“Feeling better, my lovely girl?” She stroked my hair and kissed my head.

“Yeah. Yeah, I think so.”

“Is there anything I can do for you? Mommy wants to make you feel better.”

A thought came to my mind, but it seemed wrong. I felt embarrassed by it, but Mommy could see it on my face. There was no hiding it. “I don’t want to say.”

“Red, anything. There is no shame with me. I want to give you what you need.”

I spoke in barely above a whisper. “When you… when you fucked me hard. Had me on all fours. My mind went to mush. I didn’t feel the shame. The bad feelings. I felt weightless. Can you do that to me again?”

“Oh, Red.” Mommy licked her lips. “I wasn’t going to push you any further tonight. I could see it was hard on you. But I’ve been wanting to fuck you in that pretty little dress all evening.”

I blushed and looked up into her eyes. “Really?”

“I told you, I’m a lecherous pervert. And when I dress you like a little girl I want to fuck you senseless. Mommy will make you forget all your problems.”

She did too. I didn’t take off my pretty dress; she liked it. Mommy placed some pillows on the end of the bed, bent me over them. The extra height made it so my feet dangled and my toes brushed against the ground. I lay there and let her have me. She put on the strap on. I had been primed already. No further foreplay was needed.

I trusted her with my whole heart, as fucking dumb as that was. I knew she would do what she said. Mommy punched the rubber cock hard inside me, and my feet kicked. Within a few rough pumps my mind had already begun to melt.

She taught me gratitude that night. I don’t remember when. Like I said, she gave me what I fucking wanted. Turned my mind into a dreamlike patchwork of sensations. But somewhere in the night I received a lesson. When Mommy is fucking me and she pulls my hair, I needed to tell her I appreciated it.

My body shook with the assault to my cunt. My scalp burned. “Thank you, Mommy.”

She talked to me a lot. I liked it. I can’t remember what she said. Something about being a dirty, filthy slut. Or maybe it was about being the most beautiful creature she’s ever seen.

“Thank you, Mommy.” I don't know how many times I said it, but time I meant it from my heart.

And somehow, during the violent fucking of my grateful pussy, I fell asleep. It wasn’t so hard. I felt safe and loved with her and collapsed in my exhaustion.

Thank you, Mommy.

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Kitten

I was dyin’ from the curiosity. I needed to know what was going on with Red. And I was kinda worried about Wolf. I didn’t know what Mistress had planned exactly, but it wasn’t going to be a simple Silent Stranger and get out. This had the stink of one of her headfucks.

Finally there was a knock at my door. I bounded over to answer. “Hey there, stud! How was…”

I opened the door. I took one look at him. Haunted. Like the light had been crushed out of him. Yeah, headfucked. And bad too.

His shirt was unbuttoned and had tacky, wet patches of cum on it. He wasn’t wearin’ shoes or socks, and his belt was undone. He hadn’t really gotten dressed, just enough to cover himself. And he was shaking like a leaf.

“Fuck, Wolf. Baby, are you OK?”

He looked at me. I couldn’t tell if he was going to punch the wall or cry or… fuck. I don’t know. He was messed up bad. He shook his head. “No.”

I reached for him. He tensed like he was about to get hit. She had put him through the ringer. Had fucked him too. I knew the smell of Mistress’s pussy, and it was all over him. Normally I would think he was the luckiest boy in the world, but it was clear whatever had happened wasn’t kind. I pulled him in for a hug.

“Red… I think she hates me.”

I took him by the hand and led him to the bed. “Oh, Wolf. She doesn’t hate you. Listen, Mistress, just…”

“SHE MADE HER HATE ME!” A flash of violent anger spread over his face at the mention of my Mistress. Fuck, he wasn’t doin’ so good.

“Shhh, it’s OK. You’re with me now. Red’s getting worked over in there too. She’s confused and messed up. I saw it when I dropped off her food earlier today.”

He was trembling and hot. Sweating all over. “She’s scared of me. And… fuck. I lost control. I said things I should never have said. Admitted to shit that should have died with me.”

“It’s alright. Just breathe, OK. Just keep breathing. Whatever happened in there, I know it was bad. I know how she can push people. But M-“ I didn’t say her name again. “She plays cruel games. But she doesn’t break her pieces. She’s not done with either of you. Red will forgive you when her head clears.”

“No. No, she shouldn’t. I’ve fucked up. I’ve fucked up again and again. She shouldn’t forget that. She deserves…”

“Shh, no. Quiet. Wolf, I’m sorry. I knew shit was going to get bad, but I didn’t know how bad. I’ll do anything to help make it better. Just ground yourself. Concentrate on your feelings in this moment. What do you need. Anything, I’ll do it.”

His breathing became erratic. Desperation and anger poured out of him. “Anything?”

“Anything at all. My life spilled into yours. You feel bad about what happened to Red? I feel terrible for what happened to you. So tell me what you need.”

Fuck, that look he gave me. It was like every terrible feeling in the world was fighting to be the one to kick him the hardest. He held my hand, absolutely quivering. “I need you to be someone for me.”

And he told me who it was. Then what he had to do.

I was disgusted by it. I almost hit him. But that look… that fucking look.

“Alright, OK. Come with me. I’m going to take you someplace that you can’t tell anyone about. And I’ll do this because I care for you. But we don’t tell a fucking soul about it!”

I reached into a drawer and grabbed my lock picks. I took Wolf outside to the storm cellar. The frightening, dark place that was so special to Mistress. I picked the lock. I took him down those cold, gray steps. And I did what he asked.