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Battlefield Ch. 01

By: chiangku



This story is based on reality with a few twists to add spice and juice it up. It contains bondage, Domination, submission, spanking, oral and penetrative sex, mind games, abuse, non-consensual sex, redemption and healing. Nothing loath, my dear readers, but some elements may be beyond what some consider BDSM, and if you do feel this exceeds the boundaries, then you have been warned beforehand. Proceed At Your Own Risk, for silly Anonymous Comments art Crunchy and taste good with Ketchup.


"One minute it's love and then it turns into a battlefield." - Jordin Sparks, Battlefield



Dragon was bored, again. It has been two months since his last sub had left for a different experience and he was itching to play and enjoy the feel of a warm female body with him. He considered calling Charlene, but she had told him that she didn't play the way he liked to, so although they remained friends with some benefits, she wasn't into his kink. Hell with it, he dialled her number, and she was free, so Charlene drove over to his house to spend the evening, and possibly the night with him.

Charlene was 5 foot nothing in socks, round in all the right places, with fiery red hair that just touched the top of her butt, and cute as a button, to Dragon's eyes anyways. She could also put on a wicked Irish accent, which when combined with his natural Scottish brogue, could keep the two of them in stitches for hours on end.

He opened the door as she locked her jeep and she charged up the walk to grab him in a big hug and a solid kiss that brooked no disagreement. She took a look at him and tsked as she noticed that his hair was getting long again and looked unruly.

"You're nae taking very good care of yourself, me fine Scot." She said with an Irish lilt to her voice that made it sound almost musical to his ears. She traced the line of his jaw, and again noted the resemblance to John Lennon that he had. In another time, another place, he might have been the dead performer's brother.

"Aye lass. That's because I dinna hae someone as fine as ye in me life." He said with a small grin, then kissed her again and they went inside to sit down in his living room.

"How are things going, Tad?" Charlene asked as she sat beside him on the couch, one leg up on his lap. She rarely referred to him by his nickname, preferring to call him by his proper name. She was also one of the few people he did not correct.

"Same as always, me bonnie lass. I make art, they put it up on the skyline, then it gets torn down for the next wave of art." He said, relaxing as she cuddled into him, both of them ignoring the movie on the TV.

Charlene rolled around so she was breast to chest with him, then kissed him again, and snuggled into his neck, so he could breathe in the perfume of her hair. They had a passionate relationship that really should have worked, but something kept them apart, neither of them quite willing to take the step that would actually make the relationship work properly.

"You are a talented Scot, me Dragon." she purred. "I'm glad to know it's me you like to be with."

Dragon chuckled quietly and kissed the top of her head. She sighed into his chest, and cuddled deeper.

"What's troubling you, luv?" He asked her quietly.

"Kitty. She's at it again, with a new guy and he's not nice to her, Tad. Not at all." Charlene said.

Kitty was her friend and in some ways, little sister. Charlene was a bouncy 32 to Dragon's 35, and Kitty was 19. Kitty's parents had been killed in a car crash when she was 9, and Charlene had taken her in and helped to raise her. Dragon was aware of the relationship, and had always encouraged Charlene to stick with Kitty, even through her wicked ways, as he put it. Because the family link was worth it.

"She's got a new boy toy?" He asked.

"No, she's submitted to him. She's been wearing this steel collar for the past few weeks, it's got a padlock on it. She spends every night over there, and comes back to her apartment at all hours. Tad, she's a mess most mornings." Charlene said, raising her head to look at him.

"I'm worried about her. She refuses to listen to me. I caught a look at her a few days ago as she was changing at work. She had welts all over her back. She refused to let me look and was unhappy that I'd seen anything at all." She sighed and rested her chin on his chest, looking at him. Her deep green eyes making contact with his slate grey ones.

"She is 19 now, luv. The wee lass i allowed tae make her own path." Dragon said gently.

"You know this master slave thing a lot better than me, Tad. Does that sound like normal stuff? You told me ages ago that the pain and submission was a gift, something to be treasured. She sure doesn't act or look like she's treasured. I'm not into the submission, Tad. But Kitty looks like she's just being beat on most days." Charlene said with a sigh, then snuggled into his chest and they sat silently for a while.

An ad break came on and Dragon kissed her head. "Ye want a drink, luv?" He asked.

Charlene shook her head, then looked up and kissed him. "Take me to bed, Tad."

He got up, and holding her by the hand, turned off the TV and the lights, then they went into his bedroom, which both of them knew quite well. A king size bed with a feather quilt occupied the middle of the room, with a large wooden chest at the end covered in a throw rug of sheepskin that was more than big enough to wrap entirely around Charlene, as she had done on more than one occasion to keep warm on the cold winter nights she had slept over.

Dragon carefully undressed his partner, kissing her bare shoulders and chest, then her belly as he pulled the shirt over her head and put it on the table beside the bed. Her bra followed, allowing her full C cup breasts to spill over into his ready hands and he gave them suitable attention with kisses and light nibbles on each erect nipple as she sighed into the sensations.

Charlene wriggled her hips as he undid her pants and they pooled around her feet, then her panties followed and she stepped out to stand naked before him. Her red hair was matched collar to cuff, although she kept her mons tightly trimmed so that it was just a light layer of fleece.

Dragon continued his kisses, and kissed her thighs and the top of her slit, tongue flicking her hooded clit and making her groan as she felt herself getting moist in anticipation.

Dragon pulled her over to the bed and sat down, with Charlene then straddling him and kissing him passionately as her hands busied themselves pushing his own shirt up and over his head so she could run her fingernails over his bare chest.

He gently scraped his own trimmed nails down her bare back, feeling the vertebrae in her spine and making her shiver as she began to grind herself against him, feeling his hardness under his pants as the desire began to grow within both of them.

Charlene allowed for him to take the initiative and guide their lovemaking on most days, unless she was feeling particularly frisky. This wasn't love, she knew that. It was close intimacy with somebody she cared about a lot and who she trusted implicitly. As long as he kept the whips and handcuffs away she was fine with some light kinky play, he just could not handle the thought or deed of being restrained.

She fell back onto the bed and he pushed her thighs apart so his mouth could go to work on her intimate zone. Charlene tangled her fingers in his unruly hair as his lips and tongue laved her clit and outer lips, licking and nibbling at her as he drove her to the first of the three or four orgasms she would have that eve.

She wriggled and writhed under him as Dragon's mouth worked it's magic, bringing a rush of sensation to her and a flush to her as her orgasm built, his hands clutching at her breasts and lightly pinching her nipples as his tongue flicked under and around her clit, making her jerk and shudder as her body rapidly flew towards climax.

God he knew how to give good head. She thought. Then her brain exploded as she came and her fingers clenched in his hair as her body shuddered, waves of pleasure flowing over her and making her gasp as she held his head to her, feeling her body surge and the flow of juice as the orgasm rippled through her. She felt him begin to move and relaxed her hold on his hair reluctantly, eager for the next stage, but still wanting more of what he had just given her.

As she gasped and came back to earth, Charlene watched Dragon carefully remove his own pants and shorts, then taking a condom from the table, opened it up and rolled it onto his erect cock. He was always so careful with her, not wanting to put her at risk of anything, and always considerate. With a little squirt of jelly on the top of the condom, and his hand rubbing the jelly across the head and down the length, he was ready for her willing body to take him.

Charlene wriggled down as he got back on the bed and spread her legs, then took him into her with a groan and pulled him down to hold tightly as he settled into her fully. She kissed him solidly, then began to work her hips as he began to slowly thrust into her.

She knew better than he did, he was no Dominant. He was a strongly compassionate lover with very traditional views and she really had no problem with that. He just had to finish sowing his wild oats, and Charlene was quite willing to wait for that to happen. Then he'd be ready to be with her and there would be no holding back.

She pushed her hips to meet his downward thrusts and kissed him, then screamed into his mouth and clawed his back as an orgasm blew through her. They took her so much by surprise when she was with Tad. She had not felt her orgasm like this before. Normally she had a steady buildup with a smooth climax. With Tad, they just happened, seemingly without warning, in a rush of pleasure that she could barely contain.

Finally, she felt him swell into her and he groaned into her as his own climax filled the latex bag with his seed while she shuddered through another rolling orgasm, and then he laid on her, careful not to let all of his weight be on her, always considerate of her to the end, she thought to herself.

Dragon got back onto his knees, carefully pulling out and holding the condom base, then he rolled it off and tossed it into the garbage and laid back on the bed as Charlene cuddled up to him. She kissed him, then to his surprise, she slid down his body and took his softening cock into her mouth and gently cleaned it from his climax, leaving him with wonderful unexpected sensations.

"One of these days, Tad. You'll fuck me bare, I think I'm getting ready for that." She whispered to him.

Dragon chucked and stroked her long hair, then let his fingers gently knead her neck and shoulder muscles.

"That's always been your ken, luv. Always up tae ye when or if ye want us tae go there." She didn't respond and he could feel that she was already asleep, cuddled up against him.

They both woke around 4am and after a pleasant shower together, as Dragon pattered in the kitchen, making coffee and some toasted bagels, Charlene sat in the kitchen, still naked, and carefully brushed out her long red hair, watching him, just in a pair of shorts, doing the domestic things that he enjoyed doing.

He brought her a mug of hot coffee, made his Scottish way, which meant spiced with dollops of real cream on top, and with raw cane sugar to be added for flavour. After all they were in the Coffee Capital of the western world. No normal coffee would do for this Scotsman. In the evenings, they would enjoy Coffee with Drambuie. But this was morning, they needed to wake up, not go rolling off to work.

As Charlene enjoyed her coffee and breakfast, Dragon pulled out a mat and began his normal morning routine. He had been doing Tai Chi for more than twenty-two years, and although he never tried to compete, or do anything practical with it, he was a past master at the art. She was always amazed as he did the rolling motions with his hands, wrists, arms, legs and torso. She could see the contained power in his movements. She had felt his strength, always very contained, but speed and ability were there if needed.

Charlene worked out in a gym three times a week to keep in shape, and went jogging a few times a week as well, but she could never quite keep from being as curvy as she was. Tad had been the first man she'd been with who cared about her as she was, and as he had told her after their first night together, Don't change. Be you. The person inside is as important as the skin you wear, and to me, you are beautiful.

Once he was done, they had a final cuddle on the couch, then she got dressed and they parted ways as she went to her job and Dragon rolled out ho his own work for the day. Charlene was quite happy to spend all her time with him, and Dragon felt much the same way, except when they fought. It was never a bad fight, or even shouting. They had a difference of opinion, but it got very strained quite quickly, and because neither of them liked that, it pushed them apart for weeks at a time before they finally figured out how to get past whatever was conflicting them.

As Charlene drove to work, her mind kept drifting between Tad and her friend and little sister, Kitty. That girl was vivacious and wild now that she was of age. Charlene had tried so many times to keep Kitty safe, nothing had worked. She'd popped her cherry with a boy at 15. Charlene had finally convinced her to get Norplant at 17, so that at the very least she'd not end up with an unwanted baby. That was one of Charlene's few victories against her wild child sister.

Once Kitty had moved out, even though they both worked at the same place, Charlene saw less and less of her. Kitty was always putting on a happy face at work, but Charlene could see the sadness behind her eyes. Something was wrong.

Battlefield Ch. 02



This story is based on reality with a few twists to add spice and juice it up. It contains bondage, Domination, submission, spanking, oral and penetrative sex, mind games, abuse, non-consensual sex, redemption and healing. Nothing loath, my dear readers, but some elements may be beyond what some consider BDSM, and if you do feel this exceeds the boundaries, then you have been warned beforehand. Proceed At Your Own Risk, for silly Anonymous Comments art Crunchy and taste good with Ketchup.



"Both Hands Tied Behind My Back For Nothing" – Jordin Sparks, Battlefield



Kitty was restless and depressed. Her relationship was not what she expected at all – her Master hurt her every day now, and he seemed to not care about her needs, just fucking her and using her for his pleasure with no regard to her needs or wants.

She was a Barista at Starbucks during the day, and spent most days making Capps and Frapps for the public who flowed in and out of the doors of the place with a regularity much like the ocean waves. Always flowing in and out, pausing for a short time, but always changing.

Kitty was good at her job, she was a very people person, always having a smile on her face, a friendly word to the customers, and never being snide or snarky to the other staff. Under her uniform however, it was a different story, she had welts and bruises all over her from the evenings with her Master, her nipples were in almost constant pain, and her pussy was always sore inside and out.

Promptly when her shift ended, Kitty would untie her apron, stamp her time clock, then say her goodbyes to the other staff, walk out the door, hop into her Kia Sportage and drive home to her studio apartment. Unlocking the door, she would follow the same routine; have a quick meal, feed her purrball, Sassy, then strip off and have a hot shower, wincing where the hot water hit the welts and bruises that were always on her body these days, making sure she was fully clean, inside and out. She would shave her pubes and pits, to make sure there was no hair for Master to be irritated by, and then get dressed in her garb for the evening. He always liked her in a sleeveless tube top, shorts and high heels.

She was made to dress like a slut for him, and he did share her, but not often these past few months. She remembered when he would tie her to a chair and have her service him and his friends with her talented mouth and tongue. Her piercing allowing her to give intense pleasure as she ran it up and down the underside of their shafts, making sure the men always hit orgasm and came in her mouth, or on her face.

Kitty sighed, he never did that any more. He had begun to just beat her for any infraction of his rules, and the rules had begun to not make a lot of sense. Sex was now quick and quite brutal, with him cumming in her at the end, but leaving her totally unsatisfied. She sat down on her couch and began to think about the relationship, while Sassy hopped up and snuggled in her lap. Why was she still with him, why did she put up with this and why did she keep going back?

She knew the answer, even if she didn't like to admit it to herself. She wanted the pain and the passion. It may not be what it was in the beginning, but it was still contact, it still made her feel alive, and he still acted like he cared, even if he was rough with her.

Kitty sighed again, how did she get herself into these messes in the first place. She was nineteen. He was the sixth guy she had dated since she had been fifteen, and like all the rest before him, she had gotten herself into a position where she was being used for sex, but not being loved or cared for the way she wanted.

Master was a big guy, over 6 foot, and probably close to 200 pounds. He was well defined, because he worked out at a gym every day, pumping iron and swimming. Plus his day job was being a foreman on s construction crew. So he had the strength to handle her.

Kitty stood up and pulled off her top and skirt to look at herself in the mirror.

5'6" in bare feet, 36B cup breasts with well defined nipples and small aureola. Shaved pubes so that her pussy was smooth and ready for action. A pussy that had been fed many times and always wanted more. Nicely defined hips and well curved buttocks that some guys had told her was heart-shaped, but she preferred to think of as spanking shaped.

Her light brown hair was a pixie cut, because she did not like long hair to get in her eyes or be in the way for sex play or for work. Sparkling green eyes that could pierce the heart of any guy she wanted, except the guy who currently owned her. She fingered the metal collar that she wore, solid, two inches wide, made out of stainless steel with a heart-shaped padlock that only he had the key to. She knew it would be an easy thing to pop open if she needed to, just a snip to break the padlock, but it was the principle of the thing.

She was a collared slave to her Master. He owned her outside of her work life, and she had given herself to him freely and without reservation. Kitty sighed, this was probably yet another mistake, guy number seven was on the outs now, and she may have to give up this lifestyle entirely as she just kept crashing with these people. The sex was great when it worked, but she always seemed to end up just being a fuck toy. Her needs going unfilled. Her capacity for love going unfulfilled, and the emptiness in her heart expanded to fill her being, then she walked away, like she had with the other guys she'd been with.

She pulled on the outfit, and petting Sassy a few times so he would be content, grabbed her keys and purse, then locked the door to her place and went to the car so she could dive to Master's house for her daily session.

Dragon was mostly content. He enjoyed his day job, making signage, designing billboards and then printing them on wide format printers. Then the Assembly team could take the rolls of adhesive film and then stick them onto the frames to make the big 10x30 billboards the covered the city skyline. He was one of the best in the city, and the company he worked for knew it. Dragon had an eye for design and for efficiency.

His billboard designs were always eye-catching, sometimes they even exceeded what the Ad Agencies could come up with, and his Boss was always pleased with his work. He had managed to hire this Scottish sign wiz a few days after he had landed in Seattle and within a week had gotten the paperwork filed for a working Visa, and Dragon was at work with a new tool set but on familiar territory. He spent nine hours a day in front of a three screen setup in an office, laying out new billboards and then going out to make sure the two billboard printers were kept busy printing the actual film that would be adhered to the frames. Making sure the colour was correct, the resolution worked for the viewing distance, and that the printers were kept fed with their ink and film supplies.

He'd been working for the company for eighteen months, and revenues had jumped forty percent since he had come on board, so there was no way the boss was going to let him go. This man knew how to make it work, and that meant money. Money mattered.

Every morning, Dragon rode up on his Hayabusa, a very specifically tuned Hayabusa he had been working on for a month before he had ridden it. This model was stock, except for the motor. It was electric, not gas powered. The battery pack would run it at city speeds for six hours before needing an overnight charge, and Dragon loved his bike. He had spent a week designing a custom paint job for it, and then used the company paint shed to do the actual work.

Deep burgundy red, beyond cherry, with so much metallic in it that it gleamed in the sunlight, every part that was chrome was triple polished and then clear coated to maintain the gleam. The bike had reflective strips on it to ensure it was visible in day and night, and the airbrushed design on the body was eye catching. A long Chinese dragon with a maiden clutched in it's paws as it flew over a cloudy sunrise. He had already won the local street art festival for his design on the bike, and was considering submitting it to a state contest for bike art.

He wore leather, a nice padded leather jacket that he had owned for years and fitted him well, black jeans, black slip-on runners, and tended to grey or black socks with a grey shirt. His helmet was burgundy, which matched the colour scheme of the bike perfectly, being he had painted it himself with the same colour blend. He had a routine, and he enjoyed making sure it worked to his expectations.

He would rock up about ten minutes before 8am and get set up for the day, priming the printers and warming up the system so that it was ready to develop and design the billboards that made the revenue for the company. By 10.30am he was deep into design work, with the first or second job already rolling off the printers, and it was time for coffee.

He'd hop off his chair, clock out for fifteen, and walk up the road to the Starbucks on the corner. By the time he got there, he had enough time to get his drink made and then would be back at the office, keeping the system humming while he got slightly whacked on caffeine and chocolate. A Vente Chocolate Brownie Frapp with two extra shots of espresso was what he ordered every weekday. The cost was $5.50 – he always paid with $6 and left the change as a tip.

Dragon was on good terms with all the Barista's in the local 'Bucks, especially Charlene. She was the one who normally made him his drink, so he flirted with her most days, on other days he'd flirt with the other Barista's but not Kitty. He knew she worked there, but she was always in the back, or with another customer, so Dragon never really chatted with her at all.

He'd go back to the office, bounce through the day til 1pm, then it was off for lunch until 2pm. He generally had lunch at any number of places around the office, sometimes with Charlene if she was in the mood, oftentimes alone, which suited him fine. Last thing for lunch was back to 'Bucks for another Frapp, then back to the office to finish off the day.

Between 5 and 6pm Dragon would finish up the designs, run them off on the proofing printer, portfolio them up for the sales team or approvals, and then sign off of the work done so far. He then would go out, fire up the bike and cruise home. He lived in a small detached house, 2 bedrooms, with a small yard that was dominated by a large garage. He had found it within a couple of weeks of settling into Seattle and had bought it outright. It was a fixer-upper, and he worked hard. Getting the interior made to his specs and setting everything up the way he wanted.

He was beside a 5 storey apartment complex on one side, and a townhouse complex on the other, so he made sure his place had lots of soundproofing on the interior walls to lessen the noises from his play sessions.

Dragon lived alone, no pets, nothing to distract him, he enjoyed the isolation and the quiet. He did enjoy a number of women, but it took time to find one that was submissive to his needs. He was not a Master, he despised that term. He wanted to Dominate, but not own a girl 24/7. He was a very loving Dominant and enjoyed that role. He had played at and experimented with the Master/Slave role, it worked, but the few girls he had explored it with had wanted much more control than he was able to give them, so the relationships had faded.

He really did enjoy his time with Charlene though. That girl was really beginning to get into his armour and grow on him, and Dragon very much enjoyed the feeling. She didn't enjoy the kink, but enjoyed some of the play, when the mood struck her. Dragon was more than willing to accommodate her because it meant he had a girl to be with. At the end of the night, a warm body curled beside him was the best place he could think of to be.

Kitty was in tears. Tonight had been especially bad. She had come to the door, gone inside, and Master had slapped her to the floor with a growl because she was ten minutes late. Even as she protested, he had dragged her to her feet, tearing the shirt in the process, then ripped it and the skirt off of her and even as she struggled, tied her face-down over his paddling bench.

Kitty tried to apologize, tried to make it right, but he ignored her pleas and simply finished securing her. She pleaded with him even more as she saw him take out a stiff leather paddle and then the first part of her punishment began. The paddle hurt like hell as it was brought against her wriggling bottom. Her ass burned with each hard slap as Master used his full strength on every blow to bring a blush, then a red glow, then a bruising burn as her backside absorbed the impacts and began to deeply colour and welt up. He ignored everything, her cries, her sobs. After a while, he even gagged her, which made her scared, because be did not normally gag her, and this meant she had no way to safeword.

Not that a safeword would matter any more. Master had told her a few months back that their relationship had progressed to the point where she could trust him not to really hurt her, so there was no more need for a safeword and he wouldn't listen any more to it. Kitty had never used her safeword before, so she didn't think much about it.

Now she desperately wanted to use it. Her ass burned, and she was sure she was bleeding because she could feel something trickling down her cheeks between blows. With a jerk, he pulled her torso partially up and tied her in a partially upright position, then pulled out a thin leather strap. Kitty shook her head wildly and pleaded with him with her eyes, but it did no good. The fire from the strap as it lashed across her breasts was worse than she had felt before. Master was in a rage, and she was his target.

Again and again he lashed her front, then went around and lashed her back and thighs as well, until she was woozy from the pain. From what she could see, her entire front was just a mass of welts from the strap, and her back would be as bad. This was not what she had signed up for, and Kitty wanted out, badly now.

"Little slut, you need to learn your lesson. When you are given a time, you be on time. No excuses. We're done for tonight once I finish with you, and tomorrow, you get your skanky ass over here on time." Master growled as he finished strapping her.

"You're going to be punished tonight, girl. You will learn who is in control in this relationship. You serve me, not the other way around." He said as she felt his thick fingers rubbing her damp slit, then to her shock, rubbing her little rosebud. She did not want that, especially not now.

Kitty grunted in pain as he slid a lubed finger into her ass, past her muscle ring, and without ceremony, slid it all the way into his last knuckle. He wriggled the finger, then pulled it out and as she screamed into the gag, his cock replaced it and forced it's way into her nearly virgin bottom.

Tears streamed down her face as she howled into the gag, his cock was ripping her apart as it pushed into her, deeper and deeper. Kitty was not into anal much, nobody had ever taken the time to show her how good it could be. Master used it as punishment sex, like now, and it fucking hurt.

She had no real choice but to endure it, and endure it she did, with him grunting and heaving, feeling his cock sliding in and out of her burning ass while he took his pleasure, she sobbed and cried, tears trickling down, until he finally grunted and she felt his cock pulse as he unloaded into her ass, long streams of cum shooting into her bowels while he trembled with the release. He unceremoniously pulled out of her and then she cried again as he gave a very hard slap to her already very whipped bottom and stepped away.

She heard the sound of water running, and knew he was washing himself, like he always did after he fucked her. Then she felt his presence behind her, and he roughly undid her wrists and then pulled the gag out of her mouth. Before she could even breath, he had her face in his hands and made her look right at him.

"Who owns you, slut?" He growled.

"Y-you do, Master." She replied, terrified to say the wrong thing.

"Get yourself cleaned up and get out of here. You be back here tomorrow at the right time, or you will not be a happy slut. Understand me?" He snarled.

"Yes, Master, Thank y-you, Master." She said.

He left her to finish untying herself and Kitty somehow managed to get her bonds loose with shaking hands, then cleaned up as best she was able, then left his house with her torn top and skirt barely covering her. Knowing that if anybody was out they would clearly see the welts and whip marks. Nobody was on the street, so she made her way to her car, then just sat behind the wheel and sobbed.

She had to get away, she had to break out of this, but how? Her friends had no idea what she was, and none of them could stand up to somebody like Master. She had to talk to somebody though. Kitty fumbled to get her phone and quickly scrolled through her contacts, then made a call.

Charlene was happily snuggled against Dragon as they watched a show on TV. Both of them had been bored that eve, so she had called him up and asked if she could come over. He had no objections, he enjoyed the company.

A noise made her look up, and with a kiss on his cheek, she scooted over to her purse and pulled out her mobile.

"Hi Kitty, what's up?"

Dragon was shocked to see Charlene's expression change so fast, and he put an arm around her as she suddenly began to tremble.

"Where are you? Who did it? Are you in danger right now?" She asked rapid-fire, not giving Kitty much chance to quail, just respond. Charlene was aware of Kitty's lifestyle as she knew what the collar meant, it just wasn't her thing. She also knew that her younger friend was not happy with this current boyfriend and that he liked to play rough.

"Are you able to drive? No, forget that, I'm coming to get you. Where are you?" Charlene quickly wrote the information down then as she hung up and got to her feet, was surprised to see Dragon ready to go as well.

"You don't need to come. She needs help. Something bad has happened to her, I've got to go help her." Charlene explained.

"Aye, luv. Ah do understand that. But yon wee bonnie lass needs help, then ah would be less than a gentleman if ah didn't give all mah assistance when it's available. Let's go." Dragon replied, his accent growing very strong so Charlene knew he was feeling stress as well.

Charlene gave him another kiss on the cheek and they went out to her jeep. Dragon carrying a small bag with him. Within a few minutes they pulled up behind Kitty's car and Charlene got out to run up to her co-worker as Kitty tried to get out, but then promptly fell out of the car to lie on the road.

Charlene was horrified as she looked at her friend, barely dressed, with welts and marks all over her. Before she could do much though, Dragon had quietly come up, and without a word, picked up Kitty and carried her to Charlene's jeep and very gently laid her down on the back seat, then opening his bag, pulled out a compact blanket, unfolded it, then carefully tucked it around her.

"Take the lass back to mah place, luv. Ah'll follow in her car. Then we'll sort out what needs doing." He stated. Charlene was still in some shock, so she deferred to his judgement. Dragon had never done anything wrong in her books and was somebody she felt she could trust. Kitty was in bad shape and they had to help the poor girl.

Charlene drove away as Dragon got into Kitty's Sportage and fired it up. He noticed there was movement from the house that the girl had been parked in front of, and as he watched, a figure could be seen by the front window, looking out. Dragon could not make eye contact, but knew this was another man, and possible might become a problem. He noted the address. As he drove away, Kitty's Master watched silently. This was a different turn of events, and he would need to see what happened tomorrow when his slut was supposed to show up.




Battlefield Ch. 02



Dragon passed Charlene as she was parking to park Kitty's car in front of her, then locking it up, came around to help get the now shivering girl into his house. Kitty was in no shape to walk, and was barely coherent, so he again gathered into his arms and carried her in while Charlene kept the door open.

"Back bedroom, lass. Turn on a light, will ye?" He said as he carried Kitty to the second bedroom of the house, then laid her on the mattress. This room was mostly unfurnished, but had been set up as a guest room for times when he had a non-sexual friend stay over.

"What are we going to do?" Charlene asked.

"We need to get the lass to a doctor, luv. She needs to be looked at proper. Poor gel's been raped."

He stood and gathered Charlene to him as she began to cry. "What she needs now is support, luv. Not more emotion. Focus on her, not on your own pain. She's in shock and it's gonna get worse i we don't settle her down." He took Charlene's chin in his fingers to make her look at him. "We need to settle you down so ye can help her though, Red. Come now, pull it together, for her."

Charlene nodded and knelt beside her friend. "Kitty, you need to breathe, you need to relax. Who did this to you, was it your boyfriend?"

Kitty was deep into post trauma shock by now and could barely move, let alone speak, but she managed to nod.

"We need to get ye to a hospital, lass." Dragon said, the first words she could recall him saying directly to her. Kitty shook her head, but was unable go speak.

Dragon knelt by the bed so he was at eye level. Kitty noted that he looked kind of like that John Lennon guy from the Beatles as he looked at her with his tinted glasses and long narrow face and a mop of unruly hair on top.

"Listen to me, lass. What happened to ye is no right. Ye need a doctor, and yon boyfriend needs to be dealt with. Ye are nae supposed to end up like this."

"I'm his girl. He's Master." Kitty managed to mumble through her bruised lips.

Her eyes went wide as Dragon reached for her neck, but before she could do anything, he had snapped the padlock off and pulled the steel collar from around her neck.

"What are you doing?" She whispered, very confused.

"No more Master for ye, girl. This be abuse, no love. I've been in this lifestyle for more than fifteen years. No Master would do this to his girl unless he want tae be horsewhipped himself." Dragon said, then put the collar on the chair.

"He put that on me. You can't just take-" Kitty began but was silenced by a very stern glare from Dragon.

"Yon Master lost the right to have a collared girl when he did that to ye, lass. I have taken the collar off, and I will take the responsibility for it with your Master. You leave that tae me."

He looked at Charlene, "You stay with her, try to convince her to go to Hospital. She needs to be properly checked out, and if we can make her see reason, then we can charge the bastard."

"What are you going to do?" Charlene asked.

"Me? I'm going tae the Spot, tae get some advice." Dragon replied, then grabbed his keys and helmet.



Battlefield Ch. 03



This story is based on reality with a few twists to add spice and juice it up. It contains bondage, Domination, submission, spanking, oral and penetrative sex, mind games, abuse, non-consensual sex, redemption and healing. Nothing loath, my dear readers, but some elements may be beyond what some consider BDSM, and if you do feel this exceeds the boundaries, then you have been warned beforehand. Proceed At Your Own Risk, for silly Anonymous Comments art Crunchy and taste good with Ketchup.



"I never meant to start a war" – Jordin Sparks, Battlefield



Rolling down the streets towards the warehouse district, Dragon made a call.

"Hello, this be Tad McDragough. I need to speak with Lorena?"

After a short pause, the familiar voice of the woman who had set up the Spot years ago and who was one of Dragon's closest friends came on the line.

"Dragon, good to hear from you, What do you need?"

"Ah need you, luv. Right now. I'm on my way to see you." He replied.

"A bit sudden," Lorena replied with a chuckle. "I'm not ready to accept visitors right now, even roguish Scotsman."

"No like that, luv. I've got a bit of a pickle ah need some advice with. Can you get some of the experienced group together. Ah need a conference."

Fifteen minutes later, in a room off the main warehouse that was the sex-positive playground for adults called the Spot, Dragon was pacing in front of a mall group of the most experienced Dominants, Dommes, Masters, Mistress and players on the entire city.

"All ah know is what I saw. The poor girl had welts all over her. The bastard had beaten her with a belt full body. She had old scars as well. This has been going on for months. She doesn't have the strength to pull away. I took his collar off her, and I will stand for her against him. Nobody deserves this."

"Damn right nobody deserves that. This is supposed to be SSC." John said, one of the long time Masters in the group. He'd had slaves and subs for more than thirty years and was considered one of the best in the state.

"You took his collar? So you're going to challenge him then?" Andrea asked. She was a Gorean Domme, owning male and female slaves with a very firm hand in the real lifestyle that was closely matched to the John Norman books.

"He's not within the law, Drea. That means his actions have allowed for somebody to take his slave and now I need to know what you think I should do about him?"

"Are you going to take the girl for yourself?" Steve asked. He was a 911 dispatcher by day and a spanking Dom by night. He and his married slut, Grrl had been together for a number of years and he always always willing to lend a hand with legal advice and guidance where necessary.

"Tae be honest, I barely know her. She works at the coffee house I go to most days, but I've had nary a word lengthwise with her." Dragon replied.

"You've taken the first step, Tad. You took her collar. You have to follow it through if you want to get through to her rational mind." Drea said, then got up and took Dragon's hand. "You just pulled away the only anchor she had. It's a crappy one, yes. But it was a focus for her. Now she has no focus. For her to heal, she will need focus again. Otherwise she's going to drift and get hooked up with some other animal who will do the same thing, or worse, to her."

"What are ye saying? I need to collar her now? Take her as mine so I can repair her?" Dragon asked.

"Yes." John said. "Do that. Make her believe that you have dominated her and are simply taking her. No request, just do it. She's in that mindset where she has to have a master, so take on that role. You let us deal with the son of a bitch that hurt her. You focus on healing the girl. Tad, you did this before with Karen, a month after you got here. Do it again, fix this girl."

"She needs medical help. She'd been beaten pretty severely." Dragon mused as his mind whirled. He didn't want to be a Master, but he also knew, that his own protective instincts had kicked in with this Kitty and she needed to be safe.

"I'll send Jake around, he and Trisha can patch her up. We're going to handle this our way. Steve, can you smooth the road for us?" Lorena said as she looked at Steve.

"I'll keep the patrols away and distract where I can. Can't do much if there's a direct call though."

"Of course not. We follow the letter of the law, even if we can stretch it a little. Tad, go back to your place. We're going to pull together and fix this issue. Thank you for bringing it to our attention." Lorena said as she went to the phone. Dragon nodded thanks to the group and went back to his bike.

Dragon rolled back to his house and was back in under an hour. The meeting and everything meant it was only just 10p when he pulled back into his driveway. Coming in, he heard crying, and found Charlene sitting on a chair, crying her eyes out as Kitty slept on the bed.

"Red, what be the matter?" He said, coming over to her and gathering her in his arms while she clutched at him.

"He tied her down, beat her with a whip, then raped her in the ass because she was ten minutes late to see him. She doesn't deserve this, not at all. What are we going to do?"

Dragon took her out of the bedroom, and sat on the couch, pulling her down to sit on his lap.

"Listen to me, lass. We're not going to let anything bad happen to her. You know me. Ah dinna ken allow any harm to come tae somebody I ken help it. But, she's messed up right now, she doesn't know left from right, and we've got to make her understand that what has been done to her is no right, otherwise she's going tae heal up and fall right back into the same mess again, with some other bastard who'll hurt her possibly worse than this fella."

Charlene sat up a bit straighter and looked at Dragon. "What do you plan to do? How can we help her?"

"You know me lifestyle. I like the domination, control, all that stuff?" He said to her. Charlene nodded.

"Yon Kitty is in it a lot deeper than I tend to get. She seems to believe wholeheartedly that this fella owns her body and soul. We have to change her focus."

"I'm not to sure what you mean, Tad. This is not a game, she's really hurt." Charlene said, looking at him.

Dragon gently lifted her off his lap and went to the door just as the two people outside were about to knock. "Hello Jake, Trisha. The wee lass is in the back bedroom, follow me. Charlene, come."

Kitty woke up in a strange bed, but was wrapped in warm blankets and although she was in a lot of pain, she felt no fear, only agitation. She sat up as she noticed there were people in the room with her. She recognized Charlene, and her on-off Scottish boyfriend who liked Frapps, but the other two she didn't know.

"Where am I?" She asked as Jake and Trisha began to unpack their medical gear.

"You're safe, Kitty." Charlene said. "These people are medics. They're going to get you fixed up."

"I need to get home, I've got to work tomorrow." She said, but was prevented by rising by the male nurse, who gently but firmly kept her on the bed as he began to clean the wounds and lacerations around her mouth and then her wrists.

"No work for you, lass." the Scotsman said. "You'll stay here until we can get you better, and then we'll deal with this Master of yours who feels he can just beat you like raw meat until he's finished."

Trisha gently got Kitty to stand and they peeled off her clothing, allowing the extent of the damage to be visible. Charlene almost cried again as she saw how badly her friend had been beaten, but bit her lip and let the two medics do their work. Kitty was cleaned up, and then bandaged where the worst of the damage was, then despite her weak protests, she was given a dose of Demorol and Ativan to ease the pain and drop her anxiety level.

Charlene sat with her, cuddling her while Dragon talked with the two medics in the main room. They gave him some other pills to keep giving her for the next couple of days and then departed.

Kitty was asleep by the time Dragon came back in the room and he looked at Charlene, who looked like she was about to drop as well.

"Sleep in here with her, luv. I'll make the calls tomorrow and book us all some time off work. The wee lass needs help and we'll both need tae be able to give it tae her over the next few days. Rest now."

Charlene nodded, and pulling off her shirt and pants, curled up beside her friend and held her through the night as Kitty slept fitfully.

True to his word, Dragon called 'Bucks and booked both girls off for a week, then called his office and also took time off. Then he made a fresh pot of coffee and took a tray with three mugs, some sugar and cream, and some fresh bagels in to where both women were still sleeping.

Charlene woke to the smell of fresh hot coffee and eagerly took a mug to help wake her up. She got up out of the bed and followed Dragon back to the kitchen where she sat in her bra and panties while he leaned against the counter, sipping the coffee.

"So what are we going to do?" She finally asked him.

"You get to learn how to be a Domme in one hard lesson, luv." Dragon replied.

"What do you mean?"

"I talked to the gang at the Spot last night, before I came back with the medics. We have to deprogram the wee lass so that she doesn't think her world revolves around this fella and she can get back on her own feet. She's been beaten down so far that she feels that he is her world. We have to change that direction, and fast." Dragon said, then came round and put his arms around Charlene so she could hug him and feel his strength.

"How do we do that?" She mumbled into his chest.

"By giving her to you." He replied. Charlene looked up at him.

"I'm not into submissive sex play, or masters and slaves, or anything like that. Why me?"

"Because you know her. She already trusts you implicitly. You helped to raise the wee lass when she was just waist high. You just need to slide back into that Mommy role again, but this time, no questions. Just give her directions. No argument, and no discussion. You tell her what she is to do. She argues, you swat her bottom, hard. Do not be gentle."

"She is covered in bruises and welts. I can't just smack her if she's bad." Charlene said, but was stopped by Dragon's firm look at her and his fingers cupping her chin so she could keep looking straight at him.

"Do you want to lose her, Red?"

"Of course not, how can you even ask that!" Charlene snapped.

"Then take control of her. That is what she is seeking. Control. Not sex, not rough play. She wants what any submissive wants, to be controlled. To be loved and guided. She wants somebody to take charge and tell her what is best for her, then to follow through with it. It's not right for me to do this, I'm a man, and she's suffered abuse from a man. You need to take charge of her and hold on tight so that she can feel that she is contained and loved. Then we can get her thinking clearly again." Dragon explained, sitting down and putting Charlene between his legs so that she was surrounded by his strong arms and held tightly.

"Much like the way you are containing and loving me right now, Tad?" Charlene asked in a much quieter voice.

His reply was a simple kiss, which Charlene gave back as good as she got, then they went to wake Kitty up and give her the new low-down on how things were going to go.

Charlene got back onto the bed and gently woke Kitty up and helped her to sit up, the sheet falling down to expose her red striped breasts.

"Charlene, I'm hurting, bad. Where am I?" Kitty asked, still in some shock over the events of the night before.

"You're with me, we're at a friends' place. You are safe." Charlene said, then got her to drink some water and have some food.

Kitty looked down at the mass of bruises and welts all over her, then began to cry.

"I was so bad last night, Master had to punish me." She threw her arms around Charlene. "It hurts so bad. Why was I not good for him?"

"Shh, Kitty. You didn't deserve this. It's not your fault." Charlene said, gently trying to rub her friend's back where there wasn't a welt or bruise.

"Nae, lass. He's no master to you, and he's no your Master any more." Kitty looked up to see Dragon sitting on a chair by the window.

"Who are you?" She managed to ask, not wanting to meet his steely eyes as they watched her like a hawk.

"The name's Tad. Most call me Dragon though. I'll be returning the collar to your former Master today and he'll be told to find another to play with. You're done with him." Dragon said as he held up the collar he had taken off her neck last night.

"You can't just take that off. It's not jewellery. He owns me!" She cried before Charlene pulled her back down.

"Wrong lass. He used to own you. He lost that when he abused you so badly. Charlene owns you now, and you're going to get used to that, because until you're healed up – you won't be leaving here."

"Charlene? She's not even into this kind of thing." Kitty gasped.

"For you, Kitty. I am into it fully." Charlene said, making Kitty look at her. "You better behave, or you will be over my lap and I can guarantee it, you won't enjoy the experience."

To her surprise and relief, Kitty dropped her eyes and with a quiet "Yes, Ma'am," relaxed into the embrace.

They got her fed, Kitty used the bathroom with Charlene's assistance, and with a fresh dose of medicine, was soon asleep again.

"I'll go over to her apartment. She's got a crazy cat that will need to be fed." Charlene said, then frowned as Dragon shook his head.

"You need to stay with the lass, luv. She may wake at any moment and we're making you into her anchor. I'll go to the apartment and take care of the furry terror. Then I'll drop this off to the fella who hurt her and make sure he understands that Kitty's not his issue any more." Dragon said.

"Tad?" Charlene called as he was about to go out the door.

"Aye, Red?"

"You be careful, this Master is a construction worker. He's not a nice guy."

Dragon nodded. "I'll be right, luv."

Arriving at Kitty's apartment, Dragon let himself in, checked for the cat and found it asleep on the bed. He gave it fresh food and water, then locked the door on his way out and made sure the place was secure.

He then rode to the place they had been last night to get Kitty and stopped in front. He got off his bike, and with the collar in one hand, walked up the the door and knocked loudly.

The door opened and a buff man about a foot taller than him was in the doorway. "What do you want?" He growled.

Dragon handed him the collar. "She's not yours any longer. Don't contact her, keep away from her, find another plaything."

"Who the hell are you?" Came the grumbling response.

"People call me Dragon. I'm 35 years old. I've been doing this since 15. I'm the guy who is picking up your mess and cleaning it up afterwards. If I come back here, you will be leaving feet first." Dragon replied, then walked to his bike and rolled off down the street and around the corner as John Jacobs stood in his doorway fuming, His meaty hand clenching the collar hard enough to bruise his hand. This was not over.

It took three days for Kitty to finally feel good enough to get up on her own. Charlene and Dragon were there all the time to help her, but both of them were very stern and firm with her, she was not allowed to do anything except heal. Kitty was fine with that, the welts had faded, the bruising was beginning to finally fade a bit also. She was still very sore, but not intensely so.

She was not entirely sure what the relationship was between Charlene and the Scotsman, They would sleep together, but she didn't think they were fucking. Charlene was very stern and strict with Kitty, and Kitty had already received a few very surprisingly hard swats on her bottom when she had argued something. So she was still staying in the submissive state of being under control. But this was different. There was no fear, no anxiety. It felt right, somehow.

She was also kept naked. Neither Dragon or Charlene allowed her to wear any clothing, so she stayed naked whether in the bed or when she was walking around the house. Charlene was close to naked, she'd walk around in a bra and panties, but Dragon stayed fully dressed at all times, as far as Kitty could tell. They were always very pleasant to her, there was no tension that she could feel. The two who had joined together to rescue her worked like a well-oiled machine to help her to heal up.

Three days, then the shit hit the fan.



Battlefield Ch. 04



This story is based on reality with a few twists to add spice and juice it up. It contains bondage, Domination, submission, spanking, oral and penetrative sex, mind games, abuse, non-consensual sex, redemption and healing. Nothing loath, my dear readers, but some elements may be beyond what some consider BDSM, and if you do feel this exceeds the boundaries, then you have been warned beforehand. Proceed At Your Own Risk, for silly Anonymous Comments art Crunchy and taste good with Ketchup.



"Guess You Better Go And Get Your Armour" – Jordin Sparks, Battlefield



Dragon was making his rounds and he stopped by Kitty's place to feed the cat and make sure the place was OK. It wasn't. He came up the stairs and immediately saw the door was ajar. Picking up his cell, he made a 911 call and then waited out the front for the patrol car to arrive.

Escorted by the police, he toured the ruins of Kitty's apartment. Every single item had been destroyed. Her poor cat had been gutted and left to bleed all over the shredded remains of her bed. Dragon gave the police the only information that he could, the name and address of the girls' former boyfriend who had been abusive so she had left him.

He rolled back to his house and gave the bad news to Kitty and Charlene.

"I'll replace anything that you need, lass." Dragon said after he had made his report, as Kitty cried into Charlene's shoulder.

"You don't have to do that. You're not responsible for me." She snapped, then realized her mistake even as Charlene pulled her over her lap and unleashed a short but very firm torrent of slaps across her bottom.

While Charlene held her over her lap firmly, Dragon took Kitty's chin in his hand and made eye contact with her.

"Understand me, little Kitty. You are not in charge any more. Your life has to change, and your Mistress here plus myself are going to make it change for the better. You best be ready to make some changes, otherwise your bottom will be very sore until you do make changes."

Kitty was now so confused. She had been separated from her Master. Former Master, she corrected herself. Charlene was being so firm with her, just like a mom, and this Dragon was making sure she remained focused and aware that she was safe, but not free. She was submissive to Charlene, and possibly to him as well. It was so different, but it didn't feel wrong, it felt right still, just different.

Charlene allowed her to rise, and Kitty slid to the floor into a kneeling position that she had been taught years ago. Now that her legs didn't hurt so much she could go back to that role. She was a sub, and a sub's place was on the floor, by her Mistress or Master.

That evening, Kitty began to resume the role of a submissive. A role she enjoyed very much for the sexual charge it gave her, and also for the mental stability she enjoyed of being able to serve. She asked and was granted permission to make a meal for everybody. Kitty quickly cooked up a stir-fry with chicken, noodles and vegetables, and then served the other two at the small table, before going to a kneeling position beside Charlene.

"Kitty?" Charlene said.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Get some food and eat at the table. You have earned that today." Charlene replied.

Kitty smiled and got a plate, then carefully sat on her still tender bottom and ate with the two people who were protecting and caring for her.

Later that evening, after Kitty had fallen asleep, Charlene fucked Dragon hard.

Best way to describe it. It wasn't love making. It was fucking, plain and simple. He was already in bed, not quite asleep, when she came into the room naked and just climbed into the bed with him.

Dragon was no fool, when a naked woman climbs into your bed, you do your best to accommodate her. He began to kiss Charlene with growing passion and she kissed him back as strongly as he gave. Her hands were busy rubbing his cock and helping it to grow to it's full length so that she could use it properly. She kissed her way down his chest, then her lips wrapped around his shaft and she began to suck him, making him wet and slippery for her as her tongue rolled around the head of his cock.

She bobbed her head up and down, trying to draw him all the way into her mouth and give him lots of pleasure, then she raised her head with a gasp and slid up him to position him at her entrance.

"Condoms are on the table." Dragon said as his hands caressed her hips.

"Fuck em. I want you in me, and I want you properly." Charlene said, then kissed him as she pushed down, enveloping him in her wet depths. They both moaned as the feelings enveloped them. Dragon was not long, but he was thick, so he filled Charlene quite nicely.

She rolled her lips and began to bounce as Dragon also thrust his hips, making them slap together in the middle, and jerking him deeper into her with every movement. They slammed together, then he held her hips and rolled them over so she was on her back, and Charlene wrapped her legs around him and pulled him into into a deep fucking with her.

Dragon pushed into her with every thrust, her legs wrapped around his thighs and her ankles locked together so he could not pull out, not that he wanted to. She came, a glowing orgasm as he thrust into her, and he kissed her while the orgasm flowed through her, bringing a red flush to her breasts and upper chest as she gasped out her lust at the intense coupling.

Dragon licked, kissed and suckled a nipple as he continued to thrust into her, beginning to feel the familiar rising sensation that meant he was getting close. He flexed some inner muscles and pushed down the feeling. Charlene needed the coupling, his pleasure could come after she had one or two more.

Charlene grabbed his shoulders with her hands and dug her nails into his shoulder blades, pushing up against him as another orgasm overtook her, this time, gasping it out. They were trying to be quiet, but that just wasn't possible all the time.

"Are you on the pill, Red?" Dragon managed to gasp as he felt the orgasm building in him and knew that he wouldn't be able to hold it back for long.

"Fuck it, you cum in me and make it good, Tad." She growled, then kissed him hard and pulled him into her so far that the head of his cock brushed against her cervix just as he began to erupt. He gasped as she convulsed. Both of them setting off each others final orgasm, then he almost collapsed on her as his body came down from the tension of the past few days with that release.

He managed to roll off her, but she immediately cuddled right up to him and held on to him tightly.

"I may not love you, you damn Scotsman. But I sure as hell care about you a lot. You better not change on me." She said, tapping his chest with her fingers.

Dragon chuckled and then kissed her fingers. "I've no intention of changing, luv. You were magnificent, thank ye."

Charlene smiled, kissed him, and snuggled down beside him to sleep, feeling the result of their coupling still leaking out from between her thighs. She was not on any form of protection, but at this point, she wasn't worried. She was not stupid, if she ended up pregnant, she would not expect him to do or take any responsibility for the child. Charlene wasn't even sure she wanted a child. This just felt right.

Kitty had woken up to the sounds of passion from the other room and as she had listened to Charlene and Dragon going at it, had felt the tingling sensations that her own body desired. She had slid one hand down between her legs to gently caress her pussy as her other hand held a breast firmly and began to roll a nipple.

As the couple in the other room continued to fuck solidly, Kitty brought herself to a shuddering orgasm with a finger in her pussy and thumb on her clit while she pinched her nipple with her other hand. The sounds quietened down in the other room and Kitty fell asleep, with a sense of emptiness that she would need to fill sooner rather than later. She was still damaged and healing. But felt a lot better physically. Emotionally, she was still a mess, but not as bad as before. She had a feeling of belonging now. Not much, but a bit of a feeling.

During the next morning, they were all sitting on the back porch watching the clouds skitter across the sky and enjoying the sunny warmth. Kitty was still naked, but didn't mind being in the back. She knew that some of the neighbours might see her, but it didn't bother her. Charlene and Dragon would protect her.

"I have a question, Tad." Charlene said as she took a sip of some iced tea.

"Yes, luv?" Dragon replied.

"You don't have to respond, but I am curious." She pressed.

He turned to her, "What's on your mind, sweetheart?"

"You never seem to have a problem with money, May I ask just how wealthy are you?" She said, looking at him coyly.

Dragon laughed. "You're right, that is a personal question, luv. No that I have a problem with letting you know though."

"I'm all self-made, Red. Nothing inherited or any of that gaff. I was lucky. When I was thirteen I managed tae help a younger lad who had gotten stuck in a bog and it was sucking him down. I pulled him out and got him back tae safety. His Da was an artist and once he knew what had happened, he took me on as a reward. I learned my trade from one of the best artists in Glasgow. By the time I was fifteen, I was already making a name for myself in the local art world. Then I hit the jackpot. One of my works got seen by an art buyer from London. For whatever reason, it struck the fancy of the London world. For the next five years I was a hot property. Every print I made sold the original and many copies. I was a millionaire by the time I hit twenty. I retired at twenty-three, and just began to travel. I don't need to work, but I enjoy doing it because it keeps me busy."

"So what do you intend to do with Kitty, with us?" Charlene prodded.

"Once the young lass is back on her feet, you're free to do what you please. I have no hold on you, lass, nor on her. I just want people safe."

Charlene leaned over and put her hand on his arm. "What if we didn't want to go?"

Dragon took her hand and again kissed the fingertips. "Then I will continue to enjoy your company for as long as you allow me to, luv."

Kitty spoke up. "May I be permitted to ask a question?"

"Yes, Kitty. You may." Charlene said after seeing a barely perceptible nod from Dragon.

"I have been a submissive as long as I have been sexually active. I've been owned by six different men, used by a lot more than that. Now I'm owned by Charlene. A first for me, and I think a first for her as well. What is really going on here?"

"You were in no fit state to be thinking clearly when we brought you here, lass. You were in deep shock, your body was in intense pain, and you were completely off balance. You were also still fixated on serving that bastard who did it to you. The same bastard who killed your cat and destroyed your place." Dragon said, watching Kitty as Charlene gently stroked her hair.

"The best thing to do, and this was in agreement with some other people in the lifestyle who I know very well, including Gorean Doms and proper Masters, was for us to claim ownership. Not give you the choice, just tell you this is the way it is, and then deal with it. The state you were in, it kept you off balance so you could heal, and your mind slowly came back to itself without the turmoil of loyalty."

"So, I'm not owned by Charlene then? This was all just something to keep my mind off of John?" Kitty said, brow furrowed.

"No lass. Charlene owns your pretty ass and all the rest of you. I gave the collar back to John and I dinna think he liked it very much. We've just not had a proper collaring ceremony yet, because we're still dealing with that rat bastard. Once he's dealt with then you can collar to Charlene and be satisfied, or come to some other arrangement as long as you are safe." Dragon finished with a finger pointed right at Kitty's face, then he tapped her nose.

"I heard you two having sex last night." Kitty said quietly.

"We didn't mean to wake you up, hun." Charlene said.

"It's ok. It felt nice, knowing that you are both getting along and also doing what you can to take care of me. I miss sex though. Even though I was treated roughly, a part of me still likes the closeness and intimacy." Kitty said, looking down at the deck, then at her hands, the thin marks from the bindings still visible on her wrists.

"You are welcome to share the bed, Kitty. As for sex between you and me. That is entirely up to your Mistress whether she wants to share you with me. I won't touch you at all unless she says it's fine. So if that is what you need, you best be having a long talk with her beforehand, otherwise your pretty bottom will be seven shades of sunset before we both finish spanking it." Dragon said to her. "If you need to cuddle, then by all means, cuddle away. This whole process is to heal you and get you better. Whatever it takes, we'll do for you."

Kitty looked from Charlene and back to Dragon. There was only sincerity in both of them. No jealously, or desire, or hidden agendas. She could clearly see that all they wanted was for her to be healed. She knelt between them and held out her arms, all three of them hugged, and Kitty felt a sense of peace she had never felt before. This, must be what family was.

That night, Kitty waited until she heard the sounds of passion subside, then got up and came to the bedroom and knelt by the side of the bed where Charlene was. "Mistress?" She asked quietly.

Charlene did not hesitate, pulling Kitty up onto the bed with her and allowing her to join the cuddle so that she felt not alone, and was part of the comfort and intimacy. Dragon put an arm around both girls and they slept like that most of the night.

When Dragon awoke, he had one girl on each side of him, Kitty was pressed hard into his side, while Charlene was more casually resting against him. Both were fast asleep, but as he moved his arm from Kitty's shoulders, she squirmed, so he placed his arm back and she settled quickly. He allowed for his hand to rest on the swell of her hip, just above her buttock, and it seemed to keep her settled.

He sighed to himself. 'Boyo what have ye gotten ourselves into this time?' He thought to himself. One girl he was falling for quite strongly, the other desperately needed to belong and he felt that this was the only way to keep her safe. But, could he, should he, and would he begin fucking both of them? Was it right, and was it even appropriate? He wanted love, not a possible jealousy issue.

Dragon gently extracted himself from the double embrace, and as he got to his feet, both girls snuggled up together and remained asleep. He went to the bathroom, then padded around the house, making a pot of coffee and getting set up for a fresh day.

The rest of the week went by uneventfully. Kitty recovered and the welts faded, leaving some faint scarring that would also fade as long as she worked at her skin with vitamin D cream and kept her self supple.

Finally, it was time to go back to work for all of them. Dragon followed the girls as they drove to Starbucks, on his bike, and made sure they both went inside before he went to the office to catch up on a weeks' worth of printing and production.

Trouble followed like a bad smell. A text from Charlene had Dragon out the door and running down the road to the Starbucks and as he came in, he came upon a surprising sight. Charlene was standing between John and Kitty, who was backed up against the coffee machine. Charlene was standing her ground and John looked like he was about to strike her.

"You strike her, and you'll lose the hand that touches her, John." Dragon said into the silence.

The bigger man turned and glared at the slim man in the leather jacket who he felt had begun to interfere too much in his business.

"That is my girl." He growled.

"Not any more." Dragon replied, stepping towards him.

"What are you going to do about it?" John snarled, sneering down at the little man in front of him.

"I'll be doing nothing about this. You, on the other hand, will best be stepping out of here and going about your business. She is gone from your life, John. Now be gone from hers." Dragon said.

"Fuck you." John said, and turning around, stepped past Charlene as he pushed her out of the way forcefully and a meaty paw wrapped round Kitty's arm.

Several things seemed to happen at once. Charlene fell to the side, but was stopped from hitting her head by Dragon who was beside her so fast she could not even recall seeing him move. He lowered her to a sitting position, then turned and John was staggering back, gasping as he clawed at his throat. Kitty was picked up and put on the other side of Charlene so she was kept as safe as possible, and Dragon stood between both women and the larger man who was gasping for breath from the throat punch he had just received.

John roared and lunged at Dragon just as the police came in, guns drawn. Dragon sidestepped and spun, bringing John with him to sprawl along the floor in front of the police.

"Arrest him, he attacked us!" Charlene said, pointing at John.

After an extensive interview with the police, and them viewing a copy of the surveillance footage that showed John making all the aggressive actions and Tad working defensively only. John was hauled off to spend a few nights in jail before he got to see a judge.



Battlefield Ch. 05



This story is based on reality with a few twists to add spice and juice it up. It contains bondage, Domination, submission, spanking, oral and penetrative sex, mind games, abuse, non-consensual sex, redemption and healing. Nothing loath, my dear readers, but some elements may be beyond what some consider BDSM, and if you do feel this exceeds the boundaries, then you have been warned beforehand. Proceed At Your Own Risk, for silly Anonymous Comments are Crunchy and taste good with Ketchup.

"Can't Swallow Our Pride, Neither Of Us Want To Raise That Flag" - Jordin Sparks, Battlefield

*

That evening, Dragon had Charlene dress in a fine halter top and long skirt, Kitty was in a sports bra and sweat pants, and him in his leathers. They all went out for dinner, at the Spot.

Coming in to the parking lot, there were a few cars already there, but it wasn't too busy. Charlene had heard of this place, but had never been, this lifestyle just wasn't her thing. Or at least, it hadn't been her thing, but was maybe a little more interesting now. Kitty knew it well. John had dragged her here every weekend for a public beating and generally a hard fucking by some unknown man or two before going back to his place for his normal quick fuck before she went home.

Dragon could tell Kitty was nervous, so he made sure she was one one arm, and Charlene was on the other. They fronted up to the doors and were greeted by Lorena who gave him a solid kiss on the lips and a warm hug, then did the same to both girls.

"We've come for a meal, Mistress Lorena. And possibly to take in a floor show." Dragon said. Lorena smiled and escorted them into a definitely adults only location in the middle of the warehouse district. Ten thousand square feet, on two levels of adult play, BDSM and alternative lifestyle. The Spot was the place to be if you liked kink. The kitchen was amusing. They had three cooks and multiple serving wenches, of both sexes. All dressed for success in transparent vinyl aprons so nothing was left to the imagination.

Once they were seated, Kitty went off with Charlene, to come back nude and took her place on the floor between their chairs. Lorena came over and sat down once they were settled and they all looked at each other.

"How is your girl doing?" She asked.

"Much better now that she has a new focus. This is her Mistress. She is healing well." Dragon said, indicating Charlene.

"I am glad. May I address her?" Lorena asked, making sure every formality was observed.

At Charlene's nod, Lorena looked directly at Kitty. "John is banned for life, from every event we do. He is not going to ever be here, or be able to enjoy anybody from here. We don't do a ban lightly, Kitty. For what he has done to you, I am sorry. It's not right. We are watching out for you, and as best as we are able, you will be safe as long as you are with us, in this community and family."

"Thank you, Mistress." Kitty said, letting it finally sink in. She knew Lorena, this woman was known throughout the entire city for her sex positive attitude. She had single-handedly started the Spot, then brought so many different people together to make it successful.

"Hello Lorena, Hi Dragon." Trisha said as she came up dressed in one of the vinyl aprons. She was a serving wench for tonight. She smiled, and then put down the tray to come around and looked at Kitty. "May I?"

Yes, Trisha. You may." Dragon said. Trisha got Kitty to stand and carefully gave her a quick examination in the middle of the room. Kitty remembered this was the female nurse from the first night, and with her gentle hands she traced the healing welt and faint scars that still remained.

"You look a lot better than when I first saw you, sweetie." Trisha said as she finished her gentle examination, then allowed Kitty to return to her kneel.

"You stick with him, Kitty. He won't steer you wrong." Trisha said, then picking up the tray, walked off with a wriggle to her step that had all four of them entranced as she went down the staircase.

"I'd best go mingle as well. You all take care, and play safe." Lorena said, and with a kiss for each of them, she was also gone, leaving the three to sit and enjoy the feeling of companionship that permeated the Spot.

They enjoyed a casual meal with burgers and fresh fries, the Spot was not gourmet by any means, but it was all about the scene. As Charlene said later, the idea of being served by a naked wench who was more than willing to go over her lap for a spanking just because, added a whole new element to the meal.

Trisha stayed close to their table throughout the evening, quite flirty and willing to accept a swat from Dragon or a firm smacking across her bare bottom by Charlene as she teased Kitty mercilessly, but always in good taste. The meal passed in relative silence, punctuated by the sounds from other parts of the Spot of subs and Doms going at it with sex play, spanking, flogging, whips and even some electrical play.

"I am a bit nervous, Mistress." Kitty said at one point as she recognized some of the people passing by, although none of the men she recognized did more than a pause before moving on seeing she was flanked by what looked to be two Dominants.

"Why, Kitty?" Charlene asked.

"I remember some of these men. They would use me while Master had me tied in stocks, or over a bench. He enjoyed watching another man take me, it gave him more control and power to enjoy his slave being serviced by another man for his pleasure." Kitty said, eyes downcast.

"Did it feel good?" Charlene asked her, fingers on Kitty's chin so she had to look at her.

"Sometimes, not always. I didn't have a choice though. He was Master." Kitty replied.

Charlene shook her head and looked at Dragon over the top of Kitty's bowed head. He reached over and gently pulled Kitty up so that she sat on his lap, and then he took her chin in his hand and gripping it firmly, made sure she was looking at him directly.

"Do ye recall what the three primary rules of this lifestyle are, lass?" He asked her.

"Obedience, love, and respect?" Kitty replied.

Dragon shook his head. "Safety, Sanity, and Consent. Otherwise known as SSC. No matter what, young lass. If you are no in a safe environment, then it is no right. If what is going on does no feel right, then there in no sanity involved. If you dinna ken specifically agree to every single thing that happens, then there is no consent. As a submissive, or a slave you have the right to have limits and to enforce those limits. No Matter What."

"I'm his slave. His property, my rights are with him, he knows what is best for me." Kitty said by means of protest, even as she felt her own words sounding hollow.

"What ye do is give yourself to a relationship which is deeper than most. A normal relationship is what they call Vanilla. What we do here, is a wee bit spicier, lass. It involves total trust, and total honesty. If ye enjoy being beaten like that, then ye would not have been so shaken that ye called Charlene for help. You know it was beyond yon limits, and ye know that it was not proper. I'm just glad we got to ye before he did permanent damage to your pretty body."

"I feel safe with Charlene, and with you, Dragon. I know that you won't hurt me. I miss it though. I miss the restraint, the loss of control. The feeling of being used. I ... I don't know that I liked it, but part of me seemed to enjoy it." Kitty said, tears beginning to roll down her cheeks.

Dragon helped her to her feet and Charlene cuddled her as she cried, Trisha hovering around, not quite sure what to do, but ready if there was anything needed.

"You are safe, Kitty." Trisha said, coming up and quietly putting an arm round the younger girl. "I think you've got yourself into a good place here. Dragon will keep you safe, and it looks like Charlene has a good handle on you as well."

Kitty nodded, very unsure of what to do, but enjoying the feeling of safety and comfort. It didn't last, but then again, nothing ever does.

After Kitty had settled down, then all got up and walked down to the stage and took seats. Kitty kneeling on a mat between their chairs so that Charlene and Dragon both had a stable hand on her shoulder or waist, to keep her in constant contact.

Mistress Lorena came on the stage and the lights dimmed to bring attention to the tableau spread out for them. A busty submissive was secured to a rack and Lorena walked around her, hand casually tracing a line down her body then with a firm slap to her breast, Lorena turned and spoke into a Microphone she had been carrying.

"Welcome to The Spot, subs and Owners. Doms and slaves. We Practice Safe, Sane and Consensual Play here, and tonight we have a treat. This lovely slut is known only as Two. Her Master is an expert with a Single Tail and has asked to demonstrate his skill on our stage. Without further ado, I present to you, Master John and his lash."

A mild round of applause greeted John as he stepped onto the stage, trailing a long whip that must have been fifteen foot overall. He was dressed in black slacks, a crisp white shirt and a bright red bow tie.

He turned and bowed to the crowd, then walked over to his bound slave and whispered in her ear. She nodded and the entire crowd could see the gleam in her eye and the dampness between her legs.

He stepped back and rippled the whip, which slithered across the stage and made a whispering sound. He then snapped it and it rippled even more with a light cracking noise that made Charlene jump and Kitty tensed.

He then snapped the whip properly and they all saw a bright mark appear on Two's left breast as she moaned. The whip had moved faster than they could see, but had just barely touched her, just inside of her nipple. Her response was arousing and erotic.

Another proper snap and another bloom appeared on her right breast, again, just inside of her nipple. Kitty was beginning to tremble slightly, and Charlene was worried, then as she looked at Kitty, saw her nipples were rock hard and she was breathing very heavily. This was arousing the girl something fierce.

Another lash, and a mark appeared just above her mons, a bright bloom of colour that caused Two to arch her back and groan as her body responded to the erotic kiss of the whip.

John walked up to her and firmly gripping her hair, kissed his slave solidly, then stepped back and began to snap the whip rapidly. Blooms of colour appeared all over Two's torso, tiny kisses of leather as the tip of the whip touched her and left it's kiss. Her breasts began to glow from the kiss and her pussy and upper thighs also took on the same glow.

"Please, Master." The crowd heard. The first coherent words she had spoken since this began.

"Please? What do you want, slut?" John asked, tenderness in his voice.

"May I have pleasure for you?" She gasped.

He paused, then turned to the crowd. "My slut wants to cum. Do you think she should cum, or do you wish more demonstration of the single tail?"

Most of the small crowd yelled out for her to cum, a few called for more whip play. John laughed and turned back to Two. "You may cum, my slut." He said and again lashed the whip, but carefully this time as she began to convulse on the rack and he had no intention of the whip catching her off guard and causing real damage.

Two screamed and arched her back as her body exploded with tension and orgasm while the whip continued to caress her exposed skin. John then carefully coiled the whip and as Lorena came up with a towel and blanket, undid Two's wrist cuffs and helped her to sit as he gently towelled her back and front from the sweat, then wrapped her in a towel.

"That, wee Kitty, be how a Master should treat his slave. With love and compassion." Dragon said, then looked at her. "Are ye needing some release, Kitty?"

Kitty could not speak, she was vibrating with arousal and tension, all she could do was nod. Dragon looked over her head to Charlene, who was watching him and her with interest, and also some arousal as well, Dragon noted.

"What do I do now?" Dragon said, much to himself, but loud enough for Kitty and Charlene to hear. Charlene leaned over, and with a hand firmly holding Kitty's shoulder, kissed Dragon solidly.

"I think, you should take your girl and our slave home tonight, and we should find a way to enjoy all of us." She said into his lips after the kiss.

"Are ye sure? I dinna want to come between the two of ye, Red." Dragon said.

"You won't. Kitty needs to know that there is more to a man than a cock that wants to cause her pain. I know you won't hurt her. She also needs to know that she is loved and part of that love is sharing, right Kitty?" Charlene said, looking at the girl.

"Yes, Mistress." Kitty said, then turned to look at Dragon. "Master, please allow us to enjoy you tonight?"

"Ah dinna ken I have much choice in the matter." Dragon said, and they made their way back home, once Kitty had pulled on her bra and sweats.

Once back at the house, Charlene had taken charge, pointing Dragon into the bedroom and telling him to strip and lie down, then taking Kitty into the other bedroom.

Dragon pulled off his clothes and laid down, making sure there were plenty of Condoms and KY jelly on the table for penetration as he always wanted to make sure the girls were safe, then made himself comfortable.

Both girls came into the room, Charlene was gloriously naked, her red hair tied back into a long ponytail, Kitty was naked as usual and they both got onto the bed and knelt facing him. Dragon indicated the supply of condoms, then looked surprised as Charlene shook her head.

"You won't need them. She's on Norplant, so no chance of pregnancy. One thing John did was keep himself as clean as possible. Any other man who fucked her, he made sure they used a condom. He kept himself clean, the twit was paranoid about that." She crawled up beside Dragon's left and Kitty came up to his right side, then both girls laid down and fingers began to caress his chest as his own hands rested on two very different hips.

"This probably won't happen too often, Tad. Tonight, you're going to fuck Kitty and show her what a good man can do for her. Then I'm going to fuck your brains out, Scotsman, so you best be ready for that." Charlene said between kisses as her fingers traced lazy patterns on his chest, while Kitty's hand was busy stroking his cock and bringing it to a more erect state.

"Relax, Tad. Enjoy this. Let the little slave please you while I give you as much attention as you can handle." Charlene said, more for her own benefit than for Dragon's. He knew she was very nervous about sharing him as he could feel that she was insecure about losing him to another prettier woman. He responded to her caresses and kisses by giving her passionate kisses while Kitty focused on licking and then sucking his erect cock, letting her tongue piercing rub up and down the shaft as she laved him with her attentions, getting him hard and ready to slip into her hungry pussy.

Dragon pulled Charlene up and had her straddle his face, facing Kitty and began to lick her slit and nibble hr lips as she groaned and gasped. His hands firmly holding onto her round buttocks as she writhed above him.

He felt Kitty take her mouth off of him, then felt her straddle him and his cock slipped into her wet tightness. He kept his attention on Charlene, bringing her to a rolling orgasm as she knelt over him and causing her to fall into Kitty, who held her Mistress as she came hard from her Master's attentions.

The two girls kissed, not that familiar of a sensation for either of them, with Kitty rocking on the hard cock up inside her, and Charlene still reeling from the intense orgasm given by the lips of the man under her who really knew how to blow her mind and body.

Charlene sat up a bit to give Dragon better access to her folds, and Kitty leaned forward to kiss and suckle her breasts and nipples, which brought Charlene to another sudden orgasm and she stifled a shriek as it rolled over her again.

"OK, OK." She said as she fell to the side, gasping for air. "Let me recover. Tad, fuck her senseless."

"As ye wish, my luv." Tad said, then rolled Kitty onto her back, and lifting her legs to firmly hold them just behind her knees, began to solidly pump deeply into the girl as she began to squirm under him.

He had no real idea how Kitty's body responded, so he focused on giving her deep thrusting which tended to work for most girls while he flexed his penile muscle to allow the head to rub against the upper wall of her vagina and stimulate her G spot. It worked, Kitty began to wriggle under him and Dragon slowed, focusing on doing an internal massage of her pussy, feeling the sensations as she clenched and relaxed her own muscles in an attempt to make him move faster.

Dragon suddenly thrust into her fast and rapidly, and Kitty's head fell back into the pillow as she gasped out while her pussy clenched around him tighter than he had felt outside of anal, then he felt her ripple and had to really focus on not cumming while her pussy rapidly climaxed and he felt a real flow of fluid from her.

"Wow, Kitty." Charlene's voice came from behind them. "You squirted, girl."

Kitty giggled, then wrapped her arms around Dragon and humped towards him so that he would move in her again. "He is good, Mistress. Thank you."

She was a good submissive. Kitty knew that. She always tried to be good for anybody she was with. This was so different to anything she had experienced before. Both of these people gave her love. She was still controlled, but she was loved, not hurt. A firm spanking was painful, but it was given in a different spirit, for correction, not for the sense of pain itself. This man now buried deep into her hungry pussy was very good at what he did, and Kitty could feel another cum happening deep in her belly. She shook her head, but there wasn't much she could do, this one felt different. She groaned and wrapped her legs around him and held on tight as her body began to buck and surge, then she exploded with a soundless scream as she saw flashes behind her eyes and then within seconds, faded away.

Dragon pulled Charlene back up as he gently disengaged from Kitty, allowing her legs to drop away. She was a dead weight, totally fainted away from the strength of the orgasm. Charlene helped him to lie Kitty comfortably, and then they pulled up the covers and sat with her, Charlene gently caressing her cheek until Kitty began to rouse from the faint.

"Oh God, what happened?" Kitty said, feeling scared until she focused on Charlene's face only a few inches from hers.

"You're safe, Kitty. Lie back and relax." Charlene said, then kissed her.

"But what happened. I was fucking and then I came, then ... nothing." Kitty said, still trying to remember from the fuzz of the orgasmic glow that was still flowing through her.

"Ah did as your Mistress asked, Kitty. Ah fucked you senseless." Dragon said with a chuckle, then he kissed her also.

"I don't think that's ever happened before, or if it did, I never realized." Kitty said, then frowned. "Maybe it did, but the guy was too focused on himself so he didn't care before."

Charlene pulled Kitty into a hug and held her tightly for a moment.

"You going to be OK, Kitty?" She asked. Kitty nodded.

"I don't think Master has cum yet, Mistress." She finally said.

Charlene chuckled. "I know, I think he deserves a reward for all of his hard work."

"I am still here, ladies." Dragon said with a grin.

"We know, Tad." Charlene said with a giggle, then as Kitty rolled over to press him onto his back, Charlene mounted him and slipped his still mostly hard cock into her wet pussy.

Tad had enjoyed two women before, but it was rare, normally it was a lot of work on his part to keep both occupied. This time, it was different. Kitty kissed his neck and chest, then to his surprise, she slid down between his legs and he felt her tongue licking his scrotum and Charlene's slit as Charlene rode him. Also, he would slip out of Charlene and into Kitty's mouth for a suckle, then be put back into Charlene to continue the ride.




Battlefield Ch. 05



Charlene turned around and rode him backwards so she could face Kitty, and Kitty brought her to a shuddering orgasm with Tad's hands firmly holding onto her hips while his cock pumped in and out of her, Kitty's talented tongue licking and flicking her clit so that Charlene had no choice but to cum hard. Then it was Tad's turn as he felt the orgasm building, with a sudden surge, he began to cum, shooting deep into Charlene as Kitty suckled and licked his balls and scrotum.

It felt like it would never end, but it finally did, and he relaxed, lying back on the pillows as Charlene slid off him, then she stayed there for a bit, moaning slightly, and he realized that Kitty was performing for her, and gave her another shuddering orgasm as she licked her mistress and sucked both her cum filled pussy and her clit until they were cleaned to Kitty's satisfaction. Once that was done, Kitty took him into her mouth and carefully cleaned him off with her swirling tongue as well.

They all slept nicely that night, Dragon in the middle, both girls snuggled up against him as they all slept in post-coital bliss. A comfortable and happy feeling flowing over all of them.



Battlefield Ch. 06



This story is based on reality with a few twists to add spice and juice it up. It contains bondage, Domination, submission, spanking, oral and penetrative sex, mind games, abuse, non-consensual sex, redemption and healing. Nothing loath, my dear readers, but some elements may be beyond what some consider BDSM, and if you do feel this exceeds the boundaries, then you have been warned beforehand. Proceed At Your Own Risk, for silly Anonymous Comments art Crunchy and taste good with Ketchup.



"You know I never wanna hurt you" - Jordin Sparks, Battlefield



Days passed, the girls happy to stay at Dragon's home as he had insisted they take more time off, then out-rightly told them both to quit their jobs, as he would support them until the mess with John Jacobs was dealt with properly. He also considered expanding the house, but as the property really wasn't big enough, began house hunting further afield.

With both girls on his arm constantly, it didn't take long for Tad to also quit, the focus not being on art or signage any longer, but on re-educating Kitty and deepening the relationship with Charlene. They all slept in the same bed, but Kitty did not get fucked much, which was fine with her as she was still recovering and deep muscle aches take time to recover from. She was also very much enjoying this new submissive feel of being the slave to a Mistress who really cared about her well-being, and she gained a lot of pleasure helping Dragon and Charlene fuck, using her mouth and tongue to bring both of them to strong orgasms. As a reward, she did get to feel Dragon's cock once in a while, but she also got his mouth and tongue, and that was what she really desired.

Ten days after this ordeal had begun, Kitty was finally checked out by John and Trisha again from the Spot, and they determined that she had healed fully. She still had some superficial scarring, but no lasting damage, and her body was recovered from what John Jacobs had done to it.

The ride home was not very pleasant though, Kitty could see that Charlene was unhappy, and would not talk to her, just told her to sit and be quiet while she drove them both back to Dragon's house. Charlene parked, then got out, and opened Kitty's door, got the younger girl out of the jeep, locked it, then marched her into the house and stood her in the middle of the living room.

"Remove your clothes, girl." She said as she got a chair from the kitchen and put it in the middle of the living room.

"Yes, Mistress." Kitty said and quickly stripped down to her skin. As Dragon came in, but did not interfere, Charlene sat down and pulled Kitty face-down across her lap in a very traditional pose that Kitty knew well. The mood was different this time, Charlene was angry, and Kitty was unsure of what to do, so she just obeyed.

"You are all healed up now, my girl." Charlene said as her hand rubbed and caressed Kitty's bottom.

"Yes, Mistress. Your girl has recovered." Kitty said, then yelped as Charlene's hand cracked down upon her bare skin with a slap that echoed through the room.

"Damn right you are My girl." Charlene said, beginning to spank her in earnest. Charlene was not holding back, her hand was moving fast, she was holding it stiff, and Kitty's spanking shaped bottom quickly began to take on some colour.

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress. I'm sorry, Mistress." Kitty gasped out between yelps and cries as her bottom was soundly punished.

Charlene paused and grabbed Kitty's hair to pull her head up and made eye contact.

"You're not sorry yet, little Kitty. You will be sorry by the time I am done with you." Charlene said, then letting go of Kitty's hair, resumed the spanking, her hand flashing up and down with solid regularity. Kitty's bottom already pink, now beginning to grow red under the onslaught.

Charlene stopped, then pulled Kitty to her feet and stood up looking at her. Despite the height difference, Kitty was almost a full head taller than Charlene, Kitty felt like she was only a few inches tall right now. Her Mistress was upset, and Kitty had done something wrong.

"You put yourself in danger, girl." Charlene said.

Yes, Mis-" Kitty began but a firm slap to her bottom silenced her. "I didn't ask you to speak, you close it, and you listen." Kitty nodded, tears beginning to form.

"I raised you to be independent. I took you in after that horrible accident. I helped you to grow up and be a beautiful wonderful and loving woman. Not. Some. Bastards'. Doormat." Charlene said, the last four words punctuated by hard slaps across Kitty's bottom as she stood.

"Bend over that chair." She snapped, Kitty hurried to obey, putting her hands on the seat of the chair so she was bent over the chair back, bottom in proper place for more punishment. Tears were now beginning to fall down her face.

"Hold up, Red." Dragon said, stepping into the fray. Charlene paused as he came over and bent down to look at Kitty.

"Do ye understand what she be doing here, little lass?" He asked.

Kitty nodded, tears trickling down her cheeks.

"As a proper slave or submissive, girl. Ye have a safeword you can use. I want to hear you say it now so that I know you can use it."

"I don't want to safeword." Kitty whispered.

"I didn't say to use it, I said to say it. Tell me, Kitty, what be your safeword?"

Kitty paused, then "My safeword is sassy."

"Verra good." Dragon said, then got back to his feet and nodded at Charlene. "The girl's all yours, Red. Do what ye need to."

He sat on the couch as Charlene stepped back over to look at Kitty.

"Look at me, girl." She said. Kitty raised her had to look at her friend and Mistress.

"You are not, in your life, to ever scare me like that again. I do not agree, and do not tolerate you putting your life into danger. That bastard beat you black and blue, and you were still willing to go back to him for more."

Charlene walked behind her and Kitty winced and yelped as Charlene laid another tattoo of slaps upon her already red bottom, then she came back around to look at her again.

"You are My girl. Not his any more. Do you understand me?"

Kitty nodded.

"Say it, you may speak now. Tell me your feelings and thoughts." Charlene said, then sat on the edge of the table and looked at her girl, still bent over the chair.

"My Mistress wishes me to explain my feelings and thoughts. It is difficult, I don't know how to explain them properly. I don't have all the words. I love you, Mistress. I also love our Master. I was jealous of the relationship you had with him. I never had that before. I was seeking somebody to hold me and contain me like you have found. I thought being a slave to a master would give me that, but it only gave me pain. Physical and heart pain." Kitty began to sob, but Charlene appeared to be unmoved.

"You're not done yet, girl. Keep talking. Tell me your thoughts."

"I am sorry for worrying you. Sorry for putting you through what you have done to help me to see what damage I was doing to myself. I accept that you are my Mistress. You look out for my well-being. You take care of me and you love me. I accept your punishment and your control. I want to be here, with you, with him. I want to stay with you from now on, Mistress."

"You don't want another Master?" Charlene asked her quietly.

"No. I want a partner, like what you have. I want to be loved, not owned, not just used for sex. Mistress, I need you to punish me, I am not yet feeling punished enough. Please punish me for my past actions. Make me into your good girl." Kitty said, then rested her forehead on the seat of the chair, quietly sobbing and waiting.

Charlene looked to Dragon, and he nodded. "Give the lass what she needs, luv. You won't hurt her. Spank it out of her."

Charlene rose and walked behind Kitty, then began to spank her, hard steady slaps. Letting out all of her frustration, worry, anxiety and anger in a controlled mechanism as Kitty's bottom and upper thighs changed to a deep cherry red under the onslaught.

Kitty was crying openly, but never once did she try to get up or move out of the way. It felt like a massive weight was being beaten out of her heart and she was feeling free. It hurt like blazes, but this was a different hurt. This was a loving pain. She knew that the two people with her really cared, and that this was a justified spanking. She had done wrong, and she was being punished for it.

Charlene finally stopped, then taking Kitty by the arm, put her in the corner, kneeling, nose to the wall, hands on her head. "Stay there until I tell you to move."

Kitty nodded and held the position as her bottom throbbed and ached to be rubbed and touched. She remained in her punished spot, like the bad girl she felt she had become. Not as bad as before, this was good. She was being made to become good. She wanted to be good, and with Charlene's firm help, Kitty knew she would be good.

Dragon and Charlene watched her from the couch as they quietly talked about what had happened.

"I had to wait until she was all better before I could do this. I knew she needed to be punished, but I had to make sure she was healed up." Charlene said.

"Aye, luv. I agree. Ye did a bonnie job on her bottom. Verra nice work."

Charlene laughed. "My hand and shoulder aches. I never knew that a spanking was so much hard work."

"I'll give ye a shoulder rub later on, luv. As long as ye need me to." Dragon said, then kissed her, while Charlene leaned into, giving back the kiss solidly.

"I'm going to hold you to that. She's not done. I am going to spank her bottom for days until I feel that she understands just what she put me through with all of this. Kitty, get over here."

Kitty rose from the corner and came to kneel in front of them, eyes downcast and cheeks wet with tears.

"You are not done yet, by a long shot, my girl." Charlene said. "I am going to spank you morning and night. Expect to not sit for a few days until I am done with you."

"Yes, Mistress." Kitty replied, then Charlene grabbed her by the hair and made her look up.

"I love you, Kitty. I'll be damned if I allow this crap to happen again. You are mine, you are so much more than a carpet to be stepped on and beaten just because somebody thinks they have some god forsaken right to do that. I'm going to spank your ass until you understand it, and until I feel you're ready to be a proper girl again." Charlene pulled Kitty into a hug and up onto the couch as Kitty exploded into a shower of sobs and tears.

It took most of an hour for Kitty to finally slow down and regain control of herself, then she and Charlene went for a long hot shower, punctuated by a few more yelps from Kitty as Charlene washed her and slapped her bottom to maintain the control and ensure Kitty did as she was told, not what she wanted to do.

A sore bottom also worked wonders to make Kitty realize that she was really loved and cared for, because she was not allowed to sit for days. She was woken up with a hard spanking, and put to bed with one.

As she knew that she needed control, Charlene gave her that control by taking the choices away from her. Charlene had learned from Dragon how to make the control work, and in her own way, dominated Kitty to ensure she kept anchored and focused on reality, not the fantasy world that she had gotten sucked into with the Master and Slave.

The sexual games they played were specifically made not to coincide with the discipline that Charlene applied to Kitty's very spankable bottom, although a red bottomed Kitty quite often would service her Mistress and Master afterwards with her mouth, tongue and hands as they fucked on the bed.

Dragon also paddled her bottom cherry red, but always with Charlene there, and he was deliberately not as hard as Charlene was, so that Kitty managed to begin to understand that her Mistress was angry with her past behaviour, she was stronger than her, and nobody was as hard on her as Charlene.

Fifteen days after Kitty had been rescued, Tad took both girls out for lunch downtown, and after they had finished, took them into a jewellery store where he let them browse for a while before bringing them both over to a collection of choker chains.

As they looked at them in fascination, Tad was talking to the goldsmith who had been working on something for the past few days. He went into the back and came out with two long boxes, which were laid out on the counter top, one in front of each surprised girl. Their names were on the boxes.

"Open them." Tad said.

Charlene lifted the cover and saw a two inch wide chain made from interleaved gold wire in a Celtic knot pattern, with a brooch in the centre that she did not recognize, but it had a smoky gem set in the middle heart, flanked by two other hearts that were intertwined.

Kitty saw much the same thing, but hers was silver, and the centre heart was set below the other two, so they looked like they were in fact both hugging the middle heart.

"Luckenbooth style, one for each of you, my lovelies." Tad said with a hand on each girl's shoulder.

"Is this a collar, Tad?" Charlene asked him.

"If you want it to be, Red. Otherwise, it's a pretty chain for your lovely neck. For Kitty, it is a Collar, because she is owned, and she needs to know that she is owned by You, and also by me." Dragon said, then kissed Charlene's cheek as she continued to look at the chain.

She turned and put her arms around his neck, then kissed him firmly.

"I think, my fine Scotsman. That I would like to be collared to you. I have learned a lot in the past couple of weeks, and this makes sense. I do want to be with you, and would be proud to wear this for you, Tad." Charlene said, then kissed him strongly.

"Kitty, what do you think?" Charlene asked her.

"What you wish, Mistress, is what I require." Kitty replied.

"A verra safe reply, Kitty." Dragon said. "But, that is not the appropriate response. You are a woman, you are independent. What do ye think of this. Do ye agree to this new collar?"

Kitty slipped down to her knees and bowed her head. "I agree and wish to be collared to my Mistress and to our Master, if you will have me."

"Well of course we'll have you, Kitty." Charlene said, pulling her back to her feet and kissing her cheek.

As Kitty bowed her head, Tad secured the choker around her neck and clicked it into place. It was tight, but not constricting. A solid weight, like the steel collar she had worn prior, but this one was jewellery and looked so classy and elegant on her slim neck.

He then did the same for Charlene, snapping the chain around her neck as well. Hers was looser than Kitty's as she did not really need the constriction of the collar itself, but she was as happy as Kitty was that Tad had made a commitment of some type to this odd but fulfilling relationship.

Once he had settled the bill with the jeweller, making sure both girls were not aware of how much it had cost, and as Charlene had edged closer, warned her that curiosity meant she could get a warm bottom as well, which caused her to back up to where Kitty was standing with a suppressed giggle, they all bundled back into Charlene's jeep.

The day trip was not over, because they went down to the waterfront and then north, towards Shoreline, and then guided by directions, pulled up in front of a very solid gate with a security guard. Tad leaned out and gave the guard a paper, then they were waved through.

"Where are we?" Charlene asked.

"Look for lot 86, luv." Tad replied.

They pulled up in front of a sprawling rancher house set on a small hill that overlooked the Sound. "Come on, everybody out." Tad said, then got out and waited for both girls to come up beside him.

"Who lives here?" Charlene asked, looking around.

"Ah ye know, just this lonely guy, who wanted some company." Tad replied as he walked towards the door, both girls trailing behind him. "He ended up finding more than he bargained for when he got his hands on a lovely Redhead, and a pretty Kitty." Tad unlocked and opened the door. "Welcome home, ladies. This is ours."



Battlefield Ch. 07



This story is based on reality with a few twists to add spice and juice it up. It contains bondage, Domination, submission, spanking, oral and penetrative sex, mind games, abuse, non-consensual sex, redemption and healing. Nothing loath, my dear readers, but some elements may be beyond what some consider BDSM, and if you do feel this exceeds the boundaries, then you have been warned beforehand. Proceed At Your Own Risk, for silly Anonymous Comments art Crunchy and taste good with Ketchup.



"And in the morning we'll wake up and we'll be alright" - Jordin Sparks, Battlefield



They walked inside, the house was all lit up as Tad had called ahead and the realtor had turned on the lights for them. The foyer alone was as big as the kitchen of the other house. The living room was immense, with a real fireplace and sunken area for couches. A dining area that was just immense, and a huge deck that had a wonderful view of Puget Sound. Kitty wandered through the kitchen, all gleaming stainless steel and marble counter tops and then down the hallway towards the bedrooms.

She went into the master bedroom,which looked to be as big as Master's entire house, with an ensuite that had what looked like a hot tub in it. Another doorway led into another bedroom, not quite as large, but still huge. She turned to see Dragon and Charlene standing, arm in arm, looking at her.

"Does it meet with your approval, lass?" Dragon asked.

"It's lovely." She whispered.

"This room, is yours, for the nights you need privacy, or when you just need some alone time. The door to the main bedroom is always open, Kitty. Ye need never fear. We don't close doors to you. This is your home, as well as your Mistress's home. I'll be here most of the time as well, but I'll tend to keep out of the way unless ye need to seek me out." He finished with an oof as Charlene lightly punched him in the chest.

"How big is it?" Charlene asked.

"Forty-four hundred square feet, on a quarter acre lot. Lots of room for me to work on me bikes, and for you two tae do whatever it is ye wish to do. This is your home, for as long as ye wish it tae be. I don't go in for marriage or commitment much, Red. But I'll commit to ye. You and Kitty can stay here for as long as ye wish to. If that means ye never leave, then that suits me just fine."

"Just how rich are you?" Kitty asked, then realized her mistake, covered her mouth, and turned away in shock and shame. Dragon laughed and walked over to pull her to him in a hug which Charlene warmly added to.

"Money-wise – I'm in the multimillionaire club. But that dinna matter. Right now, I'm the wealthiest man on the planet, I got the both of ye."

The move was easy. The next day, movers showed up with a box truck, loaded everything from Tad's small house into the truck, and then unloaded it at the new place. The following day other trucks appeared with new furnishings and the house was rapidly put to rights with furniture, dishes and all the appropriate things that would make it a home.

Tad handed Charlene an envelope as they walked around the house keeping an eye on but also staying out of the way while the movers and delivery men were busy putting all the new materials in their spots.

"What is this?"

"The title to the house in Ballard. It's in your name now. I'll keep up the property taxes and payments, but the house is yours to do with as ye wish." He said as they walked onto the deck to enjoy the slowly setting sun. Kitty was already there, decently covered because of all the movers, and also keeping out of the way.

"Why?" Charlene asked.

"You've worked your life to make ends meet, Red. Least I can do is give you one such end. Consider it an investment and a security. If anything happens to us, you got the house. It's worth a quarter mil, even in this market. So that's money in your and Kitty's bank." Dragon said as he sat on a lounger while Charlene settled on his lap.

"I don't know what to say." She said, totally shocked.

Dragon pulled her into a kiss. "Then say nothing, and enjoy the scenery, luv. It's all for you, and for the pretty Kitty."

"Tad, we need to have a talk." Charlene said as she and Kitty came in the front door. It has been three weeks since they had rescued Kitty from John Jacobs. Charlene had a Doctors appointment to go to, and had taken Kitty with her to get her checked out also. Kitty had not left her side since that first night and had fully accepted that Charlene was now her Mistress, even though it was not really sexual, more a sense of belonging and being owned.

"Aye, luv. What do ye need?" Dragon said as he handed them both a glass of iced tea with a splash of lemon in it, then sat on the couch.

Charlene sat on the couch facing him while Kitty slipped down to her knees beside her Mistress and watched silently.

"You know that I really care about you a lot. What you've done for Kitty, and for me is nothing short of remarkable. I don't think any other man would have done what you did, Tad." Charlene said, with a blush rising in her cheeks.

"I do what I do, luv. I try to do the right thing always." Dragon said as he noted her nervousness increasing.

Charlene got up and began to pace the room, Kitty following her with her eyes as Dragon watched her also.

"Tad, I've never asked you for commitment before, and I do not want it now, unless you do. Do not think I am trying to trap you or in any way coerce you into a relationship with me. I'm not like that, this is my decision." She stammered out.

"Charlene, what is the matter?" Dragon said, shocking her to look at him because he never referred to her by her name, he much preferred to call her Red.

"I'm pregnant." She said, then went to her knees in front of him. "You don't have to do anything, you don't have to marry me or take responsibility. I made the choice, and it's mine to carry. You don't have to-" He stopped her by gathering her into his arms and kissing her softly.

"Hush your mouth, Red. You're mine, and that be our babe you carry." He said once he broke the kiss.

"You're not upset?" She asked him.

"Not in the slightest, luv. I knew what you might be doing. That first night when you told me to fuck the condoms and we made enough noise to wake the pretty Kitty up." He kissed her again. "I think it's high time for me to settle down, and ah think that you be the best person for me tae settle with, if that be what you want, o course."

Kitty had inched closer, and they both brought her into the hug, then she got a kiss on both cheeks from her Master and Mistress as they ensured that Kitty was not going to be left out of the family unit that was developing.

"Housewarming party?" Charlene said on the first week anniversary of their moving into the new house.

"Aye luv, well, more like a bottom warming party. It'll be a lot of people from the Spot. We need to celebrate. This is a new beginning for all of us and I'd be proud if you'd help make this place into a home for all of us." Dragon said by way of explanation.

They were all sitting in the hot tub on the deck as the sun went down, sipping on iced tea and enjoying the bubbling effervescent water as it flowed up and around their intertwined legs. Kitty on one side of Dragon, Charlene on the other, just enjoying the closeness and intimacy.

The hot tub was surrounded by tinted privacy glass so nobody could actually see through it to know they were all naked, which suited Charlene. She didn't like the idea of nosey neighbours, even with this very exclusive house that Tad owned.

"Who are you planning to have over?" Charlene asked him, tracing a line down his cheek to his chest.

"Lorena, Trisha, Jake, John, Steve, and their playtoys. Maybe ten or so. Only people that we all know, no strangers. All the people who helped us to make sure this pretty Kitty was safe." Dragon said with a firm squeeze to Kitty's hip which made her jump and giggle.

"So what do we plan for then? I'm not much for parties." Charlene said, trying to think of everything hat would be needed.

"Ahh luv. You leave that to me. Dragon'll take care of everything, you just be ready for Friday eve. And Kitty, you can expect to be very sore on your seat by the end, because you best expect another spanking. You worried a lot of people, lass."

"Yes, Master." Kitty said, looking down with a small smile as she continued to enjoy the loving control and submission she was living with.

Friday rolled around, and a catering team showed up with platters of cold cut sandwiches and then some hot soups and other warm foods. The caterer's did not stay to serve, because they were not into the scene, but that was fine, everything as set up for self service and ready to roll. There were kegs of sparkling water and various pops, plus large bowls of icy fruit juices. No alcohol, Dragon did not want anything to go out of hand so no drinking during the party.

Kitty and Charlene had been out most of the day shopping, and he was keeping to his own means when the alarm went off. Fifteen minutes until the party would begin. He had been told to stay out of the bedroom as they were getting ready. He went down the hall and lightly tapped on the door. "Ladies, we got fifteen before the guests will arrive."

The door opened and a vision stepped out. Charlene, in a knee length dress of deep red velvet that hugged her curves and made her look stunningly beautiful to his eyes. From the low heeled shows she wore up to the top of her head, she was decked in accented red colour. Burgundy nail polish on fingers and toes, red elbow-length gloves for her hands, the dress was sleeveless with a deep cut to show off her ample cleavage, and it must have had some support because she wore no bra, nor did it look like she needed to.

"Ahh Red, you do take me breath away." Dragon said, then his eyes widened again as Kitty stepped out beside her Mistress.

She was dressed in a teal gown that was almost transparent, so you could see she was naked under it, but not really see anything. The gown sparkled from a myriad of tiny jewels set in the fabric, and her shoes matched, higher heeled than Charlene so her hips and bottom were accentuated as she stood, bare legged up to the gown's mid-thigh length, teal bows in her short hair that accented the dress. She was also a vision, but one that looked like a proper slave to her Mistress.

"Such a pretty Kitty ye are, luv." Dragon said, drinking in the sight of both his girls, dressed to the nines for the party. He was in a formal suit, deep blue, almost black, with a burgundy highlighted tie and kerchief in his pocket to add the colour that he always enjoyed to wear.

The guests rolled in, Mistress Lorena and her toy for the evening, a charming young slavegirl simply called Her. Jake and Trisha, who were a switch couple, each one took turns being dominant and submissive as the mood struck them. John showed up with Two, the slave that they had witnessed feeling the kiss of the single tail whip, and then Steve showed up with his Grrl, a lovely thing that was maybe half his size, but they fit together so well that it made proof to the point that size really didn't matter.

Music played, the couples swayed. Everybody got a grand tour of the house and marvelled at the view of the Puget Sound from the vantage point of the hill. Food was eaten, drink was consumed, and the mood remained calm and relaxed. As night fell, so did clothing, and it was not long before most of the women were barely clothed, and there was a lot more intimacy going on than a normal party would have happen.

Dragon rose from a tight cuddle with Charlene, and a now naked Kitty and brought out a straight-backed chair as Kitty rose to stand beside him, eyes downcast.

"Ye all know who this young lass is. You were all involved in some ways in us getting her out of a verra bad spot to the place she is in now. Kitty, present yourself."

Kitty slipped to her knees, arms behind her, breasts pushed forward and chin high, eyes still downcast.

"As ye can all see, she wears a collar. She is collared to her Mistress, the lovely Charlene over there, and also to me, more of a token though. The lass is focused on her mistress and with good reason. Charlene loves her, and has been showing Kitty that love is what she needs, not domination, not submission. Love and control."

"We have discussed it, Charlene and I. We feel that as you people were the ones primarily involved in helping get Kitty out of the bad spot she was in. If you feel she needs to be disciplined, then now is the time for you to do it. Kitty will go to each of you, and if you feel that she needs punishment, by all means, take her to the chair and deal with her as you see fit. She has a safeword, and she has been trained to use it without shame, if she feels the need. Kitty, what is your safeword?"

Kitty looked up at Dragon. "Sassy, Master."

"Verra good, lass. On your way then, see if these fine people feel you need to be punished for your poor behaviour."

Kitty crawled over to where Steve was sitting with Grrl and bowed before them. "Please, Sir. If you feel this one needs to be punished for her behaviour, correct her actions."

Steve gently raised her head to look at him. "You're safe. You are with people who love you. I see no need for more punishment."

Kitty nodded and turned to Grrl. "Please ma'am. If you feel this one deserves punishment, then punish her past actions."

"I bet you got so many butterflies in your belly right now, Kitty. You don't know what to do. I am annoyed by what you let happen to yourself, so I am going to punish you." Grrl said, and rose, taking Kitty by the hand and as Kitty laid herself across Grrl's lap, got a brief but solid spanking.

Grrl let her slip off her lap and Kitty took her hands and pressed her lips to them. "Thank you, ma'am for correcting my behaviour."

Grrl looked at the other submissive sternly. "You don't do that again, Kitty. You scared a lot of people. We care about you." Then she rose and went back to her seat as Kitty crawled over to Lorena.

"Is this really necessary, Tad?" Lorena asked him.

"Aye, luv. It's a part of Kitty's healing and self worth. She has to know the love that people have for her, and by giving her discipline in this manner, she is loved, by everybody."

I an understand that, I'm just not sure this is the way to go about it." Lorena said, then looked at Kitty as she waited in front of the much older woman.

"Please ma'am. If you feel this one's actions have caused shame and disappointment. Punish her so that she may see the error of her ways."

Lorena rose and taking Kitty by the arm, sat on the chair, and Kitty was face down for a prolonged spanking this time. Lorena took a good five minutes to thoroughly tan Kitty's naked bottom.

She helped Kitty back to her feet then took her chin in her hand and glared at her.

"I have been a Domme for more than twenty-five years. In all my time, the risk you took still takes my breath away. You will never do such a thing again, young lady. Am I understood?"

"Yes, Ma'am. Thank you." Kitty said quietly, then was hugged firmly by Lorena, who then resumed her seat.

Lorena's girl declined giving Kitty discipline as the slave was too submissive to spank another sub, then Kitty crawled over to where John and Two sat.

"Please Sir. If you feel this one has been disobedient. Correct her so that she may become a good girl." Kitty said.

Both John and Two rose, and taking Kitty gently by the arms, bent her over the chair back, and they both took turns slapping her bared bottom until the already pink tinge as beginning to become a red glow as Kitty finally began to yelp and cry a bit from the punishments.

"Stand up." John said, and Kitty rose to face the older Master and his slave.

"The relationship we have, Kitty. Is what you seek. What you did, was foolish and dangerous. I hear of you doing it again, and I'll ensure you spend a week in my house, and that you will not sit for any length of time, during that week. Safety is first. You were not safe. Don't forget it." John said, then both he and Two embraced the younger girl as Kitty began to cry. She was not yet done, there were still two more that she had to ask forgiveness from, in her own way.

Kitty took a deep breath as John and Two went back to their seats, then made her way over to where Trisha and Jake sat watching her.

"Ma'am, Sir. I want to thank you for helping me the first night. You helped me to begin to heal, and I wish to offer myself to you for punishment or discipline as you see fit. I have acted poorly and need guidance. Please correct my behaviour."

Trisha and Jake looked at each other, then Trisha rose and took Kitty back to the chair. "We decided that I will administer the punishment, Kitty. Jake doesn't spank the way I do, and you certainly need it."

She looked at Charlene. "How long do I have?"

"Paddle her purple, Trisha. This is her lesson, take as long as you need. Kitty knows her limits, and has her safeword if she needs to use it." Charlene said, but Dragon could feel she was tense user the casual exterior.

Trisha positioned Kitty over her lap, then tapped her thighs and Kitty obediently spread her legs quite wide, to make a three point tripod with her already red bottom uppermost, but her pussy exposed to the others as well.

Trisha began to spank her, slowly, and methodically, making sure every inch of skin on Kitty's bottom felt her iron hard hand as it slapped against her already tender skin. It did not take long for Kitty to begin to wriggle uncontrollably as Trisha laid into her with a thorough spanking, ensuring that the occasional slap even laid against her pussy lips so that Kitty knew she was fully exposed and at this woman's not so tender mercy.

Despite the punishment, Kitty was getting moist, there was a strong feeling in her to be desired here, and she wanted to serve these people, if this meant she got her ass paddled raw, then so be it. These people had helped her, and they were continuing to help her.

Trisha finally stopped, then positioned Kitty to be kneeling on the chair, her very red bottom facing the assembled group, and went back to her seat beside Jake.

They all sat for a few minutes, listening to Kitty quietly sob as she felt the shame, disappointment and recognition that she had done wrong, that she was loved, and that she had been corrected by people who actually gave half a damn about her.

At Dragon's subtle signal, the entire group got up and Kitty was the sudden centre of a big hug, feeling the love and compassion of the BDSM community that had helped her, and which would continue to help her whenever she needed it, even if she was unable to directly ask for it.

The party soon began to fade away, as Lorena departed with Her, then Steve and Grrl left not too long after that, with John and Two leaving soon after. All that was left was Jake and Trisha. They had been asked to spend the night as they lived on the other side of the state and it was a five hour drive back home.

The fact that Trisha was a very close friend of Charlene's helped as well.

All of them soon stripped off and went to the hot tub, Kitty hissing as the bubbling water hit her tender bottom, with Trisha giggling then rubbing Kitty's sore cheeks under the water as she straddled the slightly older woman.

"That collar is very lovely, Dragon. What is it?" Jake asked as he relaxed in the water, Trisha pressed against him with Kitty kneeling facing his woman so she could minister to her tender bottom.

"It's a Luckenbooth style. Traditional Scottish jewellery. A Smoky Quartz stone set in a multiple heart pattern. The Celtic knot work is inlaid white gold so that it won't react with her skin. I felt that if I'm going to collar somebody, I'd best do it right, otherwise her Mistress here will have me guts."




Battlefield Ch. 07



Charlene chuckled as Jake laughed, then Kitty gasped while Trisha smiled wickedly.

"Somebody is very excited about her public punishment, Charlene." She said, both hands busy under the curve of Kitty's bottom.

Charlene smiled. "Would you like to play with her, Trisha?"

"Oh I'd love to. I've wanted to since I first set eyes on her. I won't hurt you, pet. Would that be OK?"

Kitty looked over at Charlene and Dragon, as if seeking permission.

"Do ye want to go play with Trisha and Jake, Kitty?"

"Yes, please. Master. If it pleases you and Mistress. Very much so." She said then gasped as Trisha continued to play with her under the water.

"By all means, Kitty. Enjoy yourself." Charlene said, then leaned into Dragon's embrace as Kitty shrieked an orgasm from Trisha's fingers manipulating her folds under the water and rolling her clit between finger and thumb.

As she came back down, Kitty found herself being cuddled by Jake from behind as Trisha gently massaged her breasts and kissed her neck. She could feel Jake's hard cock pressing against her bottom but he made no move to slip into her, just held her while Trisha explored her.

She opened her eyes to see Charlene and Dragon kissing on the other side of the hot tub and relaxed, if they were doing that, then what she was experiencing must be good. They wanted her safe and they trusted these two with her.

Jake rose, lifting Kitty easily, and Trisha stepped out of the hot tub to grab some towels so they could all dry off. Kitty was held in strong arms as Trisha quickly dried her off, then dried herself and Jake, and then they disappeared into the house.

Kitty was laid down on a warm bed, and the couple then took her from both sides. Jake kissing and caressing her while Trisha did the same on her other side, their hands busy in her middle, fingers working her clit and slit into a froth of passion that got Kitty to cum again fast. This was all new experiences for her.

"Condoms are on the table, Jake." Trisha said as she noted how hard her partner was.

Kitty shook her head. "Don't want 'em. Fuck me good." she muttered.

Jake and Trisha locked eyes, then Trisha shrugged. "The Lady always gets to choose, love. She wants you bare, make it worth it." He grinned and getting into position, slid into Kitty without much preamble.

She arched her back as his long cock slid deep into her very wet slit without hesitation. She was in the moment, a hard cock was in her, and she had a woman with her who was making her feel so good.

Jake was well defined with lean muscle on his tall frame, and he worked out daily with his own job. He had no issue with pumping his iron into this long legged beauty spread beneath him, and as his woman continued to kiss her breasts, suck her nipples, and nuzzle her neck, he drove his cock deep into her, testing the depths of her pussy as he indulged his own senses.

They rolled so that Kitty was astride him, feeling his hard length go all the way into her so that she was, as they say, balls-deep and filled up with him. Trisha continued to kiss her, then Kitty jumped as Trisha's long nails scraped across her still tender bottom, then she groaned as a thumb rubbed her clit and she came around Jake's hard cock.

She fell forward onto Jake and as he continued to slowly pump into her, she again recovered from the orgasm. She knew she had a big one building, but was unable to say anything, it just felt so good.

"She's going to cum hard, love." Trisha said, caressing and kissing Kitty's neck and chest as the girl continued to ride him

Jake chuckled, his hands firmly holding onto Kitty's hips as he enjoyed her movements on him.

"I may not last too much longer either, love. She is quite good at this."

Trisha smiled and kissed Kitty, their mouths and tongues fighting each other as Kitty rolled her hips with passion, feeling the orgasm building. "Then by all means, love. Fill her with a hot load. Let her feel some real love."

Jake began to thrust up as Kitty worked her hips, enjoying the ride and feeling the sensations building, with Trisha's tongue and tender fingers caressing and rubbing her, Kitty felt the orgasm flow, and knew it was going to be big.

"I'm gonna, I'm gonna – I'm cumming!" She cried as the orgasm blew over her, her tight muscle clenching bringing Jake off with a quiet roar as he pumped his seed into her willing pussy, feeling her inner muscles flex and clench around him as her entire body quivered from the orgasm.

Kitty slowly came back to earth, feeling herself in the middle of a snuggly sandwich, warm breasts and curves against her front, with muscles and a semi-hard cock against her back. She sighed, then her eyes went wide. "Sassy." She said, both Jake and Trisha froze.

Kitty sat up, then looked at the two and began to cry, only to be gathered into a warm embrace and cuddled.

"Whatever is wrong?" Jake asked her quietly, both of them keeping their arms around her for comfort, but not containing her at all in case she needed to get up. A safe word had been said, and no power on this earth would prevent them from respecting that hard boundary.

"I cannot do anal. Please don't be mad at me." Kitty mumbled into Trisha's breast.

Trisha chuckled. "It was actually me that was rubbing you there, Kitty. I am sorry that it bothered you. We don't do anything you don't want to do. No fear, no problems, and as your Dragon would say, no worries."

Kitty continued to cry though, memories flooding and mixing with the new sensations that were all around her. She knew she was safe, but there was still fear. These two said they would respect her, but it was very scary after what had happened in weeks and months prior.

"I am sorry to spoil the mood. I am really having a good time. Please, allow me to serve you again? Can I try again?" She asked, looking at them both.

A strong kiss from Trisha and then Jake was her reply. "We thought you'd never ask, pretty girl." Jake said.

Trisha stayed at the house with them while Jake went back to Spokane to work. They had been looking at moving out to the coast for some time, so this helped them along. They were able to move their furniture to the Ballard house that was now empty, even though they lived in the much bigger house. Then Jake got his transfer papers so he could begin working locally. He had never discussed his job, and said it was for security reasons. Nobody ever pried into his business. Trisha was a Paramedic, so she really knew her medical stuff, and Kitty very much enjoyed spending time with them, which left Charlene and Dragon alone to enjoy themselves and the tiny baby growing inside of her.

By the three month mark since Kitty's rescue, things had settled down into a steady routine. The house was full of life and laughter, no stress. People took turns cooking and things were happy like they should be. Trisha and Jake spent time with the rest, and took time for themselves as well. There was no pressure or expectation on them to move out, or to make any changes.

As things tend to do though, reality takes a hard left turn at times and brick walls have a habit of jumping up and smacking you in the face.

Charlene was beginning to swell with pregnancy. Her belly just beginning to expand, and she had the glow about her that most expectant mothers had. Dragon was so happy about that, and also that Kitty had chosen to stay with them, which made both him and Charlene happy. She still enjoyed being sandwiched between Trisha and Jake, and had begun to split her time between the two houses, on the odd occasions that the other couple did not sleep over.

Charlene and Kitty had gone out to get some groceries while Dragon had been working on his bikes. He had two Hayabusas. One was electric, the other was gas. And it was the gas one he was working on, getting it ready for painting so it could be a match to the electric one.

A call on his cell, with just one word heard, which was Kitty crying for help. He was on the bike, roaring down the road, sans helmet and at a speed that ensured he had three patrol cars screaming sirens and lights behind him as he pulled into the grocery store parking lot and then laid the bike on it's side, scraping it badly, to run into the store as the cop cars screamed to a halt behind him.

He skidded to a halt at the sight. John was there. He had Charlene by the neck and she was not touching the ground. He had the cell phone in his paw, and dropped it as he saw Dragon. Charlene was very red in the face and was not moving much, but she was alive. Kitty was cowering by one of the attendants who was trying to protect her and also himself from this giant of an angry man. A store security guard lay on the ground, cap some distance from him, and he was not moving.

"There is the hero of the day. The little man who took my life away." John said, glaring at Dragon.

"Put her down, John." Dragon said as he slowly moved forward, heedless of the potential danger. Charlene needed help, now.

He heard the sound of running feet and then could perceive the police behind him, but they also remained silent, taking in the scene and being immediately aware of the danger.

"You brought the cops." John sneered.

"When I got here, I was doing better than 120. They dinna agree with me speed, so I think they want a conversation wi me later. Put the girl down." Dragon replied.

"You stole her from me." John said.

"You gave her away when you abused her, John."

"She's a slave. She is my slut. Not yours!" John snarled.

"She is a human being, entitled to the same rights as you are. You don't just beat and rape her because you feel she has done wrong." Dragon said. He was now only a few feet away.

"She needed to be punished." John said, almost pleadingly.

"Then spank her backside. Don't whip her until she bleeds and then rape her ass. That's no punishment, man. That's abuse, pure n simple. Now put the girl down and we can talk." Dragon said, preparing himself to make a move that would get Charlene free, but would put him in direct danger.

"Ill show you abuse." John growled and even as Tad cried out, John punched Charlene hard in the stomach and chest four times, then threw her at Dragon, who caught her and went down, making sure he cushioned her fall. The roar was deafening as the police shot John. He fell, six bullets in him, and was dead before he hit the floor.

"Charlene!" Dragon cradled her as Kitty ran over and fell to her knees. Charlene was gasping and in a lot of pain. She looked at them both and struggled to smile, then faded away into darkness.

At the hospital, Tad and Kitty waited anxiously as the doctors worked on Charlene. A police officer sat nearby, keeping an eye on Tad as he had agreed to go to the hospital and stay with his woman and not go anywhere else without an officer because he was technically under arrest for very dangerous driving and highly excessive speed, but under the circumstances, the police were willing to be flexible.

Finally, the Doctor came to talk to them. Even the officer came up to hear the report. Police do have feelings, they are just required to not act on them while on duty.

"I'm sorry to say that your lady friend has suffered severe injuries. Six broken ribs, including one that punctured her right lung. Her spleen is bruised, but not ruptured, so that is good. Unfortunately, the damage and shock has triggered a miscarriage. She has lost the child. She is stabilized, so you can go and see her, but she will be asleep for the next few hours, so don't expect much from her."

"Kitty, stay with her. I'll deal with the police and be back as soon as I can." Dragon said with no emotion, and with a kiss on her lips and then a firm swat to Kitty's bottom, sent her in to be with her friend and mistress.

"Mr. Tadius Ewen McDragough. You were recorded moving at a speed in excess of 127 Mph in a 60 Mph zone. Over a distance of more than six miles." The Recording Officer read the traffic violation report.

"Aye, Sir. I am aware." Tad replied.

"Although we are fully aware of the reason for your excessive speed, you still violated a number of laws, not the least of which was reckless driving and endangerment. In addition, you were not wearing a helmet or protective safety gear."

"Aye, Sir. I do understand, and I submit myself to yon mercy of the police. I plead guilty as charged." Tad replied calmly.

"What's going on here?" Came a voice Tad recognized and turned to see Jake. He was in uniform, as a policeman.

"Excessive speed violation, Captain." Came the reply from the desk sergeant.

"Let me see the report. Mr. McDragough, come sit down with me." Jake said, and with the report in hand, took Tad into an office and closed the door.

"You hit 127 on the I90?" Jake said with a wry grin.

Tad sighed and looked at the floor. "What's happened, Dragon?" Jake asked, sensing there was more to the story. He kept reading, then looked at Tad in shock as he read about the assault and the shooting death.

"The bastard's dead, Jake. But he killed me baby in the process." Tad said, letting his head fall into his hands as Jake put a hand on his shoulder.

"He beat Charlene, then tossed her aside. I managed to catch her, and the police shot him dead. But the damage was done, she miscarried." Tad said, then his shoulders began to shake as the man that was a solid rock finally began to fall apart himself. Jake put his arm around Tad's shoulders and held him as Tad cried.

It took almost ten minutes before Tad finally pulled himself together and sat back up. "Thank ye, Jake. I knew that was coming, I'm just glad it was with somebody that is in the know."

"Go back to Charlene. I'll deal with this. You'll have a fine, maybe some community service. We'll take care of it. Go be with her."

Tad pushed open the hospital room door to see Kitty sleeping on the chair, holding on to Charlene's hand as she lay on the bed, also sleeping. The monitor was quietly beeping as it indicated her heart rate, body temperature and other vitals. It was late at night, but the hospital staff would not deny him this visit. These were his women, and they were suffering.

Kitty woke to his touch on her shoulder, and she buried herself in his arms as they looked at Charlene, sleeping, hooked up to machines, but no longer with the swell to her belly she had had only a day before. The baby was gone.

The next day Charlene was discharged, lightly taped up for her broken ribs, and she was taken home by Dragon, Trisha and Kitty. Trisha took over her care, and despite Charlene's protests, she was made to sit and relax.

Jake came by that day and formally charged Tad with the excessive driving, then explained the judge had already mitigated the sentence to a fine only. No conviction or anything else. Now that they knew he was police, he had no reason to hid it, any tended to get suited up before work and come home in uniform most days. Kitty enjoyed the uniform and Jake found himself on the receiving end of her attention a lot more once he realized she liked a man in that sort of uniform.

Trisha had to be very firm with the younger submissive, and Kitty found herself quite often over Trisha's lap for a hard spanking due to her incessant flirting, then a good long and hard fuck from John as a reward for taking her punishment.

Charlene was very depressed, but was not allowed to dwell on the loss. She was never left alone, and Tad was as attentive as before, if not more so. When he did finally make love to her, it was so gentle and tender that she just cried in his arms, his cock slid up into her, and his strong arms gently folding her against his chest as she sobbed out their loss and her pain at the injuries.

"Hush, Red. It will all work out. You're with me, and that will not ever change." He whispered into her ear as he held her tightly.

"I lost our baby, Tad." She said, hugging him tightly.

"Nay, luv. You dinna lose the wee bairn. It was just not our time yet. We have the time to try again. Yon doctor has said we're still both fertile. If it happens, then it happens. I love ye no matter what."

"You mean that?" She said, looking at him.

"Aye, I've loved you for a long time, just had to get it through me thick skull. You are mine, Red. Nothing is ever gonna change that. Let us sleep now, in the morning, it will all be right."

Epilogue:

The Character of Kitty is real. She did suffer like in the story, and was rescued by members of the BDSM community. She went on to have her happy ending and has a loving husband and two wonderful children. If she ever reads this, I hope that she enjoys the characterization.

John Jacobs is totally fictional. A mashup of all the bad Dominants and Masters that I have come across rolled into one sort of twisted character. The real Master who hurt Kitty was nothing like him, although he did really get banned from events because of what he did to her.

Charlene is an amalgam of three different people in my life. A baby was lost, but not through violence, it was still a tragedy that is lived with every day. Writing stories like this helps to heal from that wound.

Lorena and the rest of the community are also real. There is a city in the Pacific Northwest with a very active BDSM lifestyle and the people there will probably recognize aspects of themselves in the story. I hope I did them proud.

As for Tad McDragough, Dragon – He is the man that I always hoped to be. I am him, and he is me. I ride a bike, and I am artfully creative, but with the written word, whereas he is skillful with a brush.

This work is fantasy, not reality, it is my universe, not our reality, so things happen here that would never happen in the real world. This is my playground, hope you liked the break.