Mistress Manor

Chapter Two

Six months later

Bridgett was kneeling on top of a man, her wrist bound behind her back, and his hands were gripping her hips as he rocked his cock inside her core. Everything inside and out of her body was sore and tender. Bruised black and blue with red welts all over as well from the lords play over the last six months. He either used her maliciously by himself or shared her with friends beating her as they fucked her.

Tonight, a man was laid out on the hip high table with her straddling his hips, the lord had tied her wrists behind her watching as the man fucked his hard-thick cock into her core. When the man was seated to the hilt the lord bent her over the man’s chest with an iron grip in her hair, and she screamed in pain as the lord struck her ass with a wooden paddle that had holes cut into it making the sting even more intense. Over and over the lord beat her ass and the man beneath her chanted more and yes over and over until finally he came shooting his hot load into her core. Seeing that the man had cum the lord dropped the paddle climbing onto the table behind her he thrust his hard cock into her ass fucking it hard until he came grunting like a pig.

While the two men were there huffing and puffing Bridgett stayed suspend on her knees aching with desire, sitting on the edge waiting and wanting to cum, but not allowed to. She heard the lord stop panting right before he pulled back slipping his cock out of her as he pulled her off the other man. She stumbled as he forced her over to a set of poles in the floor, unbinding her wrists only to stretch her out between the poles resecuring her before going to get a drink for himself and the other man. They stood there naked sipping on their drinks as they stared at her suspended shaking with unmet needs. She dipped her head closing her eyes. Suddenly a whip struck her abdomen sharply. She jerked and screamed. The man laughed in delight stepping behind her he circled the whip above his head striking her back with enough force to draw blood six times before he stepped into her licking the blood from her skin as he rubbed his hardening cock against the crack of her ass.

The lord stood there smiling as he finished his drink stroking his cock as it started to harden again. Now trading his glass for a crop, he walked towards her striking each nipple in turn, moving down he flicked at her torso with hard strikes working his way down to hit her clit over and over, moving to her inner thigh down to the knee then back up to her clit then down the other and back up to her clit. She watched his face grimacing when she saw a bit of drool seep from the side of his sneering lips before screaming as the man behind her fucked his dry cock into her ass. The lord then dropped the crop and fucked his now hard cock into her pussy, fucking her fast and hard against the man behind her. After they both came inside her the lord cut her free and the men man handled her over to the bed where candles where aflame around it. They petted and pawed at her body slapping, biting, and bruising as they got more and more excited waiting for their limp cocks to harden once again. The man then fucked into her pussy as the lord gripped her throat when he fucked into her ass. He fucked her over and over the bed banging against the wall no one noticed the candle fall, and the flame catch the bed curtain ablaze as the men lost themselves in a sexual haze. When the lord finally came in her ass, he collapsed atop her passing out from the sex and booze trapping Bridgett and the man beneath her so all they could do was watch as the room burned.

Hours later or was it days. Bridgett didn’t know, she awoke surrounded by nothing but ash, coughing uncontrollably she rolled to her side and slowly got up walking gingerly from the room to find a simple dress and start making her way to Marcus’s manor on the cliffs overlooking the sea.

Marcus sat in the back of the tavern with his little red headed toy on his lap. His mouth was sucking on her throat, her tits were on full display for all to see as he buried his hand in her skirts playing with her fiery wet fold. She gasped and moaned against his shoulder begging so sweetly for more. He loved her sounds, the quite ones and the loud ones. He wished he could take her upstairs now, unfortunately he had some business in town before he could truly play with her tonight, so he worked her pussy with his fingers sucking at her pale throat until she mewled so softly against his shoulder, and he bit down leaving a pretty bruise on her pale flesh. He then gently lifted her from his lap leaving her in disarray as he rose to spank her ass commanding her up to the penthouse as he left the tavern to conduct his business so he could get back to her and play.

Three hours later Marcus strolled back into the tavern swinging his pocket watch in circles whistling, his business in town had gone very well and he had a pretty little submissive to come back to. As he reached the top of the stairs he stopped when he heard a scream rip through the hall, and he ran. Coming through the door of his penthouse he froze when he saw the scene before him.

His pretty little redheaded sub was suspended in the middle of the room with her feet two inches off the floor, and another scream was ripped from her throat as something hit her back.

“What the Fu….” The man behind her came out of nowhere strike Marcus across the jaw causing him to black out.

Marcus came to strapped to a chair facing his pretty sub, seeing tear seeping from the corner of her eyes as the man behind her used what looked like a metal flogger to strike her back over and over. The man came around from behind her licking her blood off his fingers.

“This is what happens when you steal other people’s toys.” The man said as he struck Marcus’s gagged jaw.

After retrieving a dagger from the table, the man returned to the woman. Starting at her left collarbone he slowly started carving little pieces of flesh from her body, working his way across to the right then to the center and down. Marcus strained against the ropes that bound him to the chair yelling and raging against the gag in his mouth. When the man reached the woman’s lovely tits, he circled her nipples carving each one out in turn. The woman’s screams now silent from the pain, and all Marcus could do was stare in horror.

As the man finished carving Marcus’s sub ending at her shaved mound, he reached up freeing the sub only to throw her onto the table at her right. Strapping her back down he fucked her hard while licking the blood off her body. The man came jerking hard against Marcus’s pretty sub hollering in triumph before turning and slitting Marcus’s throat. Marcus died as the other man continued fileting the sub before stabbing her through the heart and leaving her there strapped to the table.

Two days later Marcus awoke slowly lifting his head to find that his sub had been stripped of all her skin showing only muscle, and he stared in disbelief. He breathed heavily trying to find some kind of calm, assessing his own body to see what was off. As he found nothing but blood on his body, he slowly worked his way over to the table collecting the dagger to start cutting himself free, he then said a brief prayer over his dead sub taking himself to the shower he cleaned up getting dressed quickly, and then went to take care of business.

Walking slowly down the stairs with a bag in his hand his stopped at the bar to talked briefly to the tavern keeper explaining what he would find in the penthouse and slipping him ten grand to clean it up without a word before heading out the door without looking back. It was time to find Bridgett, and work things out.

In the corner Conner stared ignoring the pint that slipped from his hand as a dead man walked from the tavern.