Desires of the Apprentice

Boudica leaned against the wall, her mouth muffled by the ball gag strapped across her face. Her breasts heaved, glistening with sweat, as her hands chafed against the cuffs that hung from the ceiling. The walls of the dungeon echoed as the cold blow of the thin chains slashed across her arse. "Mmph," she cried out, hopping to try and relieve the fire that was spreading across her already abused rear end. She could not twist her legs, as they were pushed apart by a spreader bar that left her loins indecently exposed to the woman behind her.

Dark-skinned, cold-eyed, with a tall coif of dreads, Niobe wore a chain mail skirt, high-heeled boots and tight bodice with lengths of beads hanging off. They rattled loudly, echoing in the thick concrete walls of the underground dungeon as she wound her arm back. Her chain came flashing down again, hissing against the flesh of Boudica's inner thigh.

The redhead screamed, muffled by her gag, and buried her head against the wall. She could feel the stripes forming across her arse and legs already, and the pain was hard to endure. She didn't know how long she had been at this, only that she had to find a way to endure for three hours. Three hours she had to survive, had to weaken Niobe, find a way to pleasure her. To create an opening for Carmen to make her rival submit.

"Slave girl," Niobe said, her commanding voice setting Boudica's cunt throbbing. "Raise your head. Be proud that you are my whipping post."

Boudica complied, drool slipping out from her gag, tears smarting in her eyes. Niobe pulled back her arm and Boudica listened as the chain went screaming through the air one more time. Right onto the heart of her swollen, aroused, cunny.

She howled in pain, the sound more of a guttural choking noise as tears smarted in her eyes and spilled out. Niobe was every bit as cruel as the rumors had said, and the smell of her cunt was overwhelming. It overpowered every room she was in, and it especially captured the air of this dungeon. It was the perfect counterpart to her muscular figure, built to impose its will and discipline on a poor submissive like her.

"Turn around," Niobe said.

Boudica did as she was bid, grunting as the cuffs chafed against her wrists, rotating with the lengths of chain hanging from the ceiling. She looked down at her cunt and winced, seeing its redness, the red imprint of a chainlink on her shaved mons. Drool slid down her chin, eliciting a disapproving humph from Niobe.

"Disgusting. Have you no shame?"

Boudica lowered her head, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Niobe seemed unmoved by any such penitence, and dropped the chains to the floor with a resounding clang. She stepped forward, and her hands shot out like snakes to seize Boudica's breasts, thumbing and tugging at the nipples like stretchy rubber bands. They were her playthings now and all Boudica could do was submit.

Her blue eyes flicked past Niobe to the digital clock on the wall, a timer. She had two and a half hours left. She needed to make it. Somehow.

"Don't look up there!" Niobe barked, slapping Boudica hard across the face. The redhead grimaced, tears flying as her head flipped to the side. "You're my slave girl. Your whore teacher sold me to you for a pittance. Pretty little white girl - how do you feel serving an African goddess?"

Boudica nodded fervently, trying to express her gratitude.

Niobe's lip curled. Her dark eyes held nothing but malice. "It turns out I don't care." She walked over to the wall of tool racks, where every possible implement of cruelty was available. Niobe seized from there a long, coiled whip. "Now, then, place your hands behind your head and stand up straight." Boudica did as she bid, terror flooding her body in a roar of panic and arousal mixed together. Her cunt was dripping, even as her body trembled with fear.

"I'll be kind," Niobe said, grinning cruelly as she took a martial stance, the whip slung over her arm. "Tell me where you want the whip first. Your tits or your cunt."

Boudica's eyes watered. "Tits," she mumbled, as best as she could. She didn't even see the whip fly, so fast and expertly did Niobe wield it.

But she felt the pain. White, hot fire, screaming from her nipple and filling her entire body.

#

"For all her talent, Niobe's not all that clever," Thea remarked, taking a sip from her glass of wine as she viewed the projection cast onto the wall of the room. It was a cozy little alcove with a comfy couch, located just behind the dungeon, where the mirror peephole set up inside was neatly projected into the home theater. Thea set down the wine, throwing her blonde tresses behind her shoulder. "When I gave her this location, she knew full well I had the peephole for the dungeon. I told her I wouldn't let anyone else view it except for my mistress." She giggled. "Good thing I didn't specify which one, Mami."

Carmen snorted as she took a sip from her own glass. "Well, I'm your ex-mistress, but such bonds are never truly terminated." She didn't want to admit it, but she felt a bit of concern for her rojita welling up inside. Carmen was a harsh woman, but she knew where her subjects' limits were. She wasn't quite sure if Niobe knew the same. "I should have known she would go back on her word to let me watch them. But I would never let her enjoy Boudica alone."

"I wouldn't either. I guess it all worked out, though, because you negotiated it down to three hours because she wouldn't let you watch." Thea's eyes widened as the whip cracked across the redhead's nipples for the fourth time. Boudica buckled over, screaming in agony. "Which seems wise. She's a lot tougher than I imagined."

"She's my student. I only teach the best." Carmen glanced at Thea. A sly smile split her lips. "It's been almost an hour. Not much more to endure. Soon enough, the bitch Niobe will want some pleasure. That's when things will get interesting."

Thea raised her eyebrows. She shifted her legs on the couch, moving closer to Carmen. "You think she's got the tongue to force Niobe into submission?"

"I know she does."

Thea's face darkened for a moment, as she raised her glass to her lips. "I don't know why you chose to take on the Archdommes with her, instead of me."

Carmen glanced at Thea. Her grin grew wider. Was the girl jealous? "I had a different vision for you. And now you're the Femina of an Archdomme. An useful ally."

"Well, I only agreed to help you with this and let Niobe use my place because my mistress doesn't like her. I suppose she'd rather have you as an Archdomme." Thea drained her glass and stood up. "Which I think is stupid. You're twice as clever as Niobe, if not as savage. And you're even more ambitious."

Carmen grinned. "Maybe your mistress wants a fight with me."

"Maybe." Thea crossed her arms, beautiful perky breasts just peeking out from her dressing gown. "I should probably go."

"Stay and watch." Boudica's screams rang through the room as Niobe began to assault her cunt, the whip flying faster than the eye could ever hope to follow. "I mean, she's really very good. Maybe she could be better than you."

Thea sighed. "You're such a bitch. Take off your clothes."

Carmen snorted. "Don't even think you can domme me. You would never stand a chance."

"I have no intention to. I just want to show you what a real tongue is like." Her tongue snaked across her lips, smeared with purple lipstick. "But my body's off limits. For the Archdomme alone."

Carmen laughed and undid her dressing gown, lifting herself up onto a throw pillow. Her legs spread, she revealed her wild forest of pubic hair and the dark richness of her cunt. Her darkest valley lay further below, ensconced in her wilderness, and her buxom chest hung alluringly over the curve of her waist.

"On your knees," she said to her former student.

Thea dropped to her knees and approached, her head lower between those spread legs. Carmen let out a soft, strained groan as the blonde began her ministrations. Her eyes fixed upon the projector screen, her hands found her nipples and began to tease them, their sharpness pleasant between her fingers.

Her eyebrows rose as she watched the screen. It appeared Niobe was bored of the whip and was introducing a new element to the game.

Her

rojita

was a tough girl. She would survive this. Less than two hours to go.

#

Her cunt was still aflame with pain, as were her nipples and arse and legs. Even her belly had taken the harsh strokes of the whip. And yet, as she chafed against her new restraints, Boudica felt a sense of calmness approaching. The pain was hot and vicious, but it was beginning to become a part of her. She had trained under Carmen and Miss Azad. She understood pain, knew it to be a part of the sexual process - a way to achieve a true sense of submission and ecstasy.

But this was a new level of pain. The bullwhip crashed against her cunt one last time, as a vicious reminder, and she wept, the tears streaming freely down her face.

She was in a new position, hanging upside down, her hands bound behind her back. She was suspended by a chain hooked to a collar around her throat. Boudica could feel the cold digging into her neck as the spreader bar was adjusted. It splayed her legs so wide she could practically feel her arsehole pulsing, exposed to the harsh fluorescent light. The ball gag was removed and her face was now at the perfect height to lap at Niobe's cunt, should the cruel woman insist upon it.

Grinning, Niobe tugged at the chain in her hand, which suspended through a lever system to hold up Boudica's collar. Boudica gagged, feeling the tension against her throat. She was suffocating, choking, and then she was released once more. "This will be a fun toy to play with." Niobe reached over to the wall of torture implements and pulled out a long rode. She clicked a button on its end and it sparked, flashing electricity between its pronged end. "Do you know what this is?"

Boudica shook her head frantically, groaning as the cold steel collar dug into her cheekbones. "No, mistress."

"Are you afraid of it?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good. You should be." She lowered it with deliberate, sadistic pleasure. There was a steady, low, buzzing sound of thrumming electricity. Boudica winced, even before it hit her. When it brushed her right nipple, she screamed. It was like her entire body was jolted, and her cunt responded in kind, engorging and begging for attention. "This is the cattle prod."

"Fuck!" Boudica said.

"No cursing, slut." Niobe tugged at the chain and Boudica gagged again, feeling the breath leave her lungs. The cattle prod brushed her left nipple and she tried to scream, her constricted throat struggling to make noises. Then she was released, the air rushing back inside of her like the returning tide.

But the pain continued. Niobe probed her body with that thing, the way Boudica liked to probe a woman's body with her tongue. Each strike was a surge of pain and thrill in equal measure and Boudica reveled in it. Pain was pleasure to her in this moment, and her screams soon turned to wanton moans of lust.

"The slut likes this, doesn't she? Filthy little slave girl." A crack of electricity on her arse.

"Oh yes, Mistress!" Boudica moaned. "Please, Mistress, you're so good. I'll be your good slutty girl for you."

Niobe laughed. "Oh, you've been trained very well. Perhaps you deserve a reward." The buzzing of the cattle prod faded away, only to be replaced by another, more familiar buzzing. Boudica felt her pussy drip as it approached, her arsehole pucker with anticipation.

The vibrator pressed against her cunny. "Thank you, Mistress!" She had not realized how close to orgasm she had been until it was approaching, screaming through her, pulsing on the edges of her existence.

"That's not all, slave girl. Enjoy this, you slut." The cattle prod skipped across the globes of her bum, delivering painful kisses in rhythm with the vibrations. Boudica shrieked and whimpered with each touch, but she could not have prepared for what came next.

Boudica's arsehole expanded and gasped as it took in the tip of the cattle prod, then practically exploded as the electric device pressed inside of her. The lingering pain of the whip and cattle prod impacts splattered across her skin tingled with erotic pleasure, like a patchwork nervous system of scars across her skin. Her orgasm overtook her, and her body writhed and spasmed as lightning detonated within her core, releasing a moan of the most deliberate and purest ecstasy.

#

Carmen let out a moan to match in the peepshow room, her legs clamped tightly around the blonde's head. "You're still the best, pet," Carmen gasped, her asshole still moaning against the powerful strokes of Thea's tongue. "But that's enough for now." She released her former student and leaned back against the couch, dark eyes focused on the projector screen.

Thea rose, her face smeared. She licked her lips. "You taste every bit as good as I remember." She turned back towards the screen. "Niobe must really like her. I can't remember the last time she let a slave girl come like that."

"Yes, and now Boudica has her where she wants her." Carmen glanced at the timer. An hour to go. "She just has to keep the woman engaged."

"I'll be on my way then." Thea tied up her bathrobe and gave Carmen a kiss on the cheek. "You really think she can edge that bitch for an hour?"

"She's almost as good as you," Carmen said, watching Thea's pert ass walk to the door.

Thea laughed. "I can edge a woman forever, if I had to." She reached into the pocket of her dressing gown and dropped a key on the coffee table. "That's how you get inside the dungeon. Good luck, Mami."

Carmen blew her a kiss as she exited. Yes, they would need some luck. But there were few things in the world she was more confident in than the power of her

rojita's

tongue. "We're almost there, pet," she murmured, picking up her wine glass with one hand as she slid the other back between her legs.

#

Boudica was exhausted. She had orgasmed before, many, many times. Many had been wonderful, and many had been extraordinarily intense. But none had drained her body like this one. Panting, gasping, she raised her head as Niobe tugged at the choking chain once more. She gagged, her ears ringing with the black beauty's cruel laughter. The hot, musky smell of Niobe's cunt flooded her nostrils, gagging Boudica further.

Her eyes widened as the tall woman squatted above her, mail skirt hitched up. She could see the woman's cunt clearly for the first time now. Shaved, clean, dark pussy lips that formed a tight, packed bunch. Like many of the Society dommes, Niobe wore tattoos as well, spearpoint patterns emanating from the hard nub of her clit, engorged and ready for feasting, down her legs.

"Now you pleasure me, slave girl." Squatting, Niobe tugged at the chain and Boudica's throat constricted as she extended her tongue. Tentative licks traced the spearpoint tattoos up and down those muscular thighs. Thighs that could crush her head should they wish. Boudica had never felt so vulnerable before as her tongue traced the hard, tough pattern of Niobe's cunt. It was tough like Miss Azad's cunny, though not as sweet. This woman's labia were tough, closed off, requiring aggressive tongue strokes. All the while Boudica was struggling to breathe.

Her own pussy was flooding on the other side.

#

Carmen curled her fingers inside herself, carefully studying the expression on Niobe's face. Arousing that tough cunt was difficult, sadist that she was, and yet Carmen could see her body reacting to Boudica's fierce and determined oral assault. "We need to find her rhythm," Carmen said, rubbing the nub of her clit with her thumb, trying to match the way Niobe's thick, fuckable hips moved. She didn't have Carmen's ass, but those legs were inferior to none.

Dark eyes fixated on the nipples. Broad, dark and sharpening, she saw the woman avoid them like they were cursed. Her hands reached down to find her clit, her hands tugged at the collar chain, they would even wrap around her own throat to asphyxiate, but they fastidiously avoided her nipples. Despite that, the nipples were swollen, aroused. Desperate for attention.

Carmen increased the pace between her legs. She knew Niobe's secret. She knew how to force her to submit. Her eyes flicked to the timer. Fifteen more minutes.

#

Slowly, but surely, Boudica was deciphering Niobe. As the woman ground her face mercilessly with her thighs, her acrid cuntal scent and arousal smearing Boudica's delicate features, the young woman did not relent. The spearpoints were, as with all other tattoos, a clue. She now directed her tongue like a spear, plunging into the tough inner labia, driving forward with aggression to bring out the black woman's cuntbeat.

And what a beat it was!

Loud, dancing, swaying. They were lost in it now, Boudica choking and suckling in equal measures, and those hips pulsing along to the music of unheard wild lands, forests and streams and jungles. Niobe was a magnificent beast and Boudica knew how to fuck her into oblivion. She could taste the orgasm, the rushing river of Niobe's lust, approaching.

And Boudica's tongue retreated. The river surged and threatened to burst over the edge, but Boudica would not coax it out. Her tongue drifted lower, teasing, slapping gently against dark, salty flesh of Niobe's perineum.

"You deny me? You precocious slut." Niobe yanked at her chain and Boudica gasped, but did not yield. Her tongue lolled feverishly, desperately against Niobe's taint, demanding passage to her lower reaches. And Niobe's hips responded with febrile desperation - she would do anything to orgasm. The cruel, composed mistress was no better than her now. She was a depraved, untethered slut, determined to fuck.

Niobe adjusted her hips and Boudica's tongue traveled south.

#

"I trained you well,

rojita,

" Carmen said, grunting as she rubbed furiously at her own taint. Her eyes turned back to the clock. She too was edging, holding herself from tipping over. "I think... I think it's time."

She rose, dropping her dressing gown on the floor. Her whole voluptuous form on full display, radiant in her untamed wildness and endless curves, Carmen walked across the room to the secret door. She picked up the key and unlocked it.

The timer went off.

#

By this point in her sexual education, Boudica was no stranger to eating a woman's arsehole. And this arsehole was not exceptional in terms of smell or flavor or texture. It was the contrast that truly awed Boudica. While Niobe's cunny was a weapon, tough and unyielding, with a feral scent that demanded obedience, her rosebud was as soft as butter. Clean, shaven, and delicately ridged, it accepted Boudica's tongue without resistance. It melted under her palatal approach and Boudica responded with luxuriating, lingering licks. The coppery, salty taste flooded her mouth, and she felt the woman's hips soften, slacken.

But exhaustion was taking Boudica. She could not last much longer.

The timer went off.

"Fuck!" she heard Niobe say, and felt her hips rise.

"Sit the fuck back down on my slut's face," Carmen's voice called out. Boudica's cunt tingled at the sound of her Mami, her teacher and mistress. She was about to win this game. "You broke the rules, Niobe. You're nothing but a depraved, desperate, cum-hungry slut."

"No," Niobe moaned weakly. Boudica grinned and resumed tonguing Niobe's arsehole. The woman's moans grew louder, and more unhinged. Boudica continued her ministrations, knowing that Carmen was about to win this little game.