Author's notes:
1. This story follows on from my previous story 'Mixed Emotions' in which the characters are introduced and developed. It is strongly recommended that 'Mixed Emotions' is read first.
2. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this series are neither condoned nor recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk.
3. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental.
4. The chapters are numbered in a sequence for a reason. It is recommended that they be read in numerical order.
5. This chapter was suggested by a comment from a reader. I hope it does justice to your concept. Enjoy.
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The noise was incredible. The music was on full bore, the huge Saturday night crowd was cheering, clapping and yahooing, and Celeste heard it all through a sea of pain as yet another blow of the cane landed on her sore, red and swollen pussy lips. The ropes suspending her cut into her legs, arms and breasts as she swung slowly on stage, her knees held wide apart, the final act of a BDSM strip show and one which caused her real pain every fortnight.
Scarlett prodded her with the end of her cane as she pranced around wearing her impossibly high heeled shoes, black mesh stockings stopping a few inches below her pussy and nothing else. She knew she had another ten blows to administer to Celeste's pussy lips, breasts and arse and was dragging it out a little, hyping up the crowd so that their possibility of obtaining greater tips was increased.
She drew back the cane, Celeste heard it swish and tensed as it landed hard across both nipples, shaking her tightly bound breasts. She screamed in agony, genuine not faked, as her nipples took on a rosy hue and a few flecks of blood appeared. Nine to go, she thought.
The next blow was to her arse, once again hard and accurate, the welt forming quickly. Then back to her pussy lips, the cane landing across one lip and her clit. Celeste screamed in agony as her sensitive clit sent waves of red hot pain through her body. She opened her eyes in time to see Scarlett smile an evil, sadistic smile. The following blow landed across her other pussy lip and clit, causing yet another scream as white hot pain surged through Celeste's body.
Scarlett returned to her breasts, landing another stroke across her nipples, not quite as hard this time; Scarlett must have found a smidgen of sympathy somewhere or maybe she remembered that they took turn-about and it was her turn to be sub next week. It was still hard enough to make Celeste add her scream to the cacophony of sound in the room.
The rest of the blows fell as individual waves in an ocean storm, present, adding to the maelstrom yet individually insignificant except for the final stroke which was hard and landed on her clit only, the incredible pain causing Celeste to tense her whole body. However, the caning was over for another fortnight. The rest of the torture was bearable - just.
Scarlett reached into the back stage area, pulled on a pair of gloves and brought out a bunch of fresh stinging nettles. Walking slowly around Celeste she whipped her with the nettles. The poison from the fine stings penetrated her skin, especially where it had been broken, causing painful welts to rise. Celeste screamed once again, partly from the stings, partly acting, as her skin took on a lumpy redness from the accumulating toxins.
After several minutes of this Scarlett was ready for the finale. She reached again into the back stage area, picked up a large hot chilli pepper and a peeler. With exaggerated effect she peeled the chilli and then slowly inserted it into Celeste's wide open cunt. As the capsaicin did its work, Celeste let out a series of screams as she felt that her cunt was on fire. Scarlett kept the pressure on the chilli, holding it in against the pulsing muscular contractions that sought to expel the intruder. She then took a short piece of rope, fastened it around Celeste's waist with the knot at the back and passed the loose end of the rope between her pussy lips, tying it tightly to the waist rope in front, holding the chilli in place while also putting pressure on her clit.
Celeste writhed in agony, her screams having become whimpers. Scarlett untied Celeste from the rope suspension and lowered her to the floor, supporting her to stand unsteadily as the blood rushed through her legs. Celeste gazed into Scarlett's eyes and saw real tears at the pain she had inflicted.
"Are you Ok?" mouthed Scarlett.
"I'll live," replied Celeste, "Just get it over with."
Leaving her breasts tightly bound, Scarlett tied a rope to the bonds and proceeded to lead Celeste through the crowd, allowing the patrons to feel the welts from cane and nettles, push the chilli further into her cunt and, most importantly, push notes into the waist rope as tips.
Once they had completed their crowd tour, they remounted the stage, thanked and farewelled the audience then went back stage.
"Whew, that is always intense but tonight seemed to be more so than usual," said Celeste.
"Yes, I noticed that you seemed to be feeling pain more tonight than usual. Must be getting old."
They both chuckled at Scarlett's comment as she released Celeste's now purple breasts from their bondage, removed the crotch rope and chilli, and started applying their own lotion mixture consisting of antiseptic, topical anaesthetic and nettle toxin antidote to Celeste's skin. Celeste coated her fingers in another soothing cream and carefully applied that to her cunt to reduce the stinging and swelling caused by the capsaicin.
"Well, look on the positive side," suggested Scarlett, "At least after the treatment your cunt's received tonight you won't have any drunk sailors to contend with for the rest of the night. I've probably got a few hours screwing still to do while you sleep."
"Well, just don't make a noise when you come to bed whenever that is this morning."
"Ok, I'll try, but you are a light sleeper and after a night like tonight I'd just like you to hold me tight," replied Scarlett.
They dressed, split the tips half each and walked out to the office, Celeste to sign off and Scarlett to begin her work as a whore, noticing that she had three bookings already.
Celeste walked the two blocks to their apartment, letting herself in and heading straight to bed. She would have loved a shower to wash off the seediness of the whole night, but that would have washed off the lotion which was healing her sore body. A shower would have to wait. She stripped off, collapsed onto their big bed and was asleep immediately.
Later that morning Celeste stirred as Scarlett quietly let herself into the apartment and came to bed. The two women snuggled together, each taking comfort from the other's warmth and humanness in a relatively non-humane existence. They slept peacefully together until early afternoon when hunger pains woke them.
"How are you feeling now?" asked Scarlett.
"Hmmm, not too bad all things considered," replied Celeste.
"That's great. I'll apply some more lotion and cunt cream for you if you like."
Celeste knew her lover well enough to know that she was feeling horny and this was code for starting a session. Her drunken clients last night had obviously cared little for her own sexual needs.
