****** Avenging Angel: Mistress' Whip by Razi ******
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Avenging Angel: Mistress' Whip


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"Angel!" Angel rushed into the room. Two weeks ago Melissa and Master were
married and Angel was beginning to regret her decision to stay on.

"Yes Mistress?"

"It seems that you are forgetting my position in this house. I am your
Mistress, by your own choosing. When I tell you to do something I expect it
will be done!" Melissa had hardened in her new role. She seemed to have a
jealous nature and was intent on making Angel pay for the time that her husband
spent with Angel.

"I'm sorry Mistress, but with Adrianna away, it is hard for me to keep up with
the chores and with service to both you and Master equally."

"Enough excuses, little one. I too have to continue in my service to
Bartholomew and if there is something he needs, he can get it from me."

"But Mistress, am I to deny him? I would surely feel his whip."

"If you don't, then you shall feel mine!" Melissa liked her new role. She liked
having Angel at her disposal. She also liked to be allowed to watch as Angel
took her punishments. She had not yet punished Angel herself, she hadn't
convinced Master that it would be good for Angel to learn that a Mistress could
bring her both pleasure and pain. "Now go and get the items I requested and get
back here at once!"

"Yes Mistress, right away." Angel ran from the room. She bumped into her Master
on the way.

"Whoa pet! What is on fire?" Master asked her in a teasing tone.

"Sorry Master, but it will be my hide if I don't hurry. I have already kept
Mistress waiting too long and she is not happy."

"Well then off with you, but take your time Angel. Melissa will be with me for
a while."

"As you wish Master, but will you please tell her that you have asked me to
wait?"

"Of course pet. Don't worry so."

Angel could feel her jealousy rise. She knew why he was going to be with
Melissa. His every waking moment was spent trying to create the required heir.
She wanted it to be her that would give her Master his first born child. She
wanted it to be her that he slept with every night. She knew that she was so
deeply in love with him, that she would do whatever it was he wanted. And right
now he wanted Melissa happy and relaxed.

After an hour had passed, Angel saw her Master leave the room he shared with
his new wife. She proceeded into the room.

"Mistress here are the items you requested."

"Good Angel." Melissa inspected each to ensure it was exactly what she had
ordered. "Very good. Now strip."

Angel removed her clothing.

"Spread." Angel spread her legs. Melissa walked over to her and began to
inspect her. " How lovely you are Angel. I can see why Bartholomew is so taken
with you. You have the face of a child and the body of a woman. Bend."

Angel bent over giving her Mistress a view of her exposed sex.

"What a pretty little pussy you have." Melissa inserted two fingers into
Angel's hole. "And always so tight. It seems to me that you have not been used
enough dear. I must speak to my husband about this." Melissa then placed her
thumb at Angel's anal opening and inserted it. She began to open and close her
fingers through Angel's two holes, while thrusting in and out. A low moan
escaped Angel's lips.

"Be quiet! You will make no noise and you will not cum. I am simply inspecting
you. I have no desire to please you or to have you please me."

"Yes Mistress. Sorry."

Melissa withdrew her fingers from Angel. She turned and selected one of the
items Angel had retrieved for her. She placed it at Angel's mouth.

"Suck." Angel drew the item into her mouth and began to suck it as if it were
her Master's swollen cock. Melissa removed it and ordered Angel, "Spit." Angel
spit on the item and left a trail of saliva over it. Melissa then shoved it
hard into Angel's ass. "You will keep the plug in place Angel until I remove
it. Is that clear?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Good. It is important that you begin to learn how to relax your ass for my
husband. Once my belly is swollen with his child, I expect that he will require
you more and more. I need to be sure that you can satisfy him well."

"Yes Mistress."

Melissa then placed a large dildo into Angel's pussy and fit her with a harness
to keep it in place. The thickness of the tool was quite uncomfortable and
Angel's cunt spasmed around it.

"Are you uncomfortable little one?"

"Yes Mistress. I think it may be too big."

"I did not ask you to think Angel. I have chosen it for just that reason. As I
have explained before, Bartholomew will need to use you more soon and I do not
want him wanting to fuck your tight little cunt more than he desires mine. It
is my intention to stretch your pussy so that his sensation will be diminished.
Then when he is free to fuck me again, I will be the tightest whore in this
house for him." Melissa was letting her insecurity show.

"Yes Mistress. May I ask you something?"

"What is it Angel?"

"Are you saying that you are already with child Miss?"

"Some things are not for slaves to know before their Master."

"Yes Mistress." Angel knew that she must be, or at least thought she was.

"You are excused Angel. Bartholomew needs to see you, in your room."

"Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress." Angel left the room and proceeded to her
own, where she found Master sitting on her bed.

"Master? Is there something you need?" Angel tried to read his face, but found
nothing.

"Yes Angel. Mistress feels that you will gain more from her discipline as well
as mine. I have to admit that I do somewhat agree. I have given her permission
to discipline, but she has been warned that no danger is to come to you in the
process."

Angel began to cry. She now knew how Adrianna felt on that day a few weeks ago
when Angel's insolence had seemed to seal her fate. She now was beginning to
understand Adrianna's anger, but Angel simply had no one to blame.

"Why do you cry pet? Do you not love your Mistress?"

"No Master. Not as I love you."

"I see. Why pet?"

"Master, Melissa, I mean Mistress has changed in the weeks since your wedding.
She is not the same."

"Of course not pet. She has had to adjust her manner to one of dominance when
she is with you. Do you not understand this?"

"Yes Master, but does she have to be?" Angel stopped herself short of
finishing.

"What Angel? Does she have to be what?"

"Such a bitch. Master. She has become cold to me, as if she were angry with me
for staying in service to you. I wish you would take it all back Master. She
does not deserve to be your wife." Angel was being quite candid with him.

"But she is my wife Angel. I do not appreciate you speaking of her in such a
way. She does love you also. She just thinks that you could learn more from
her. Pleasing me is not an easy thing to do and I think Melissa has a lot she
can teach you."

"Sorry Master, but you did ask." Angel was blushing. She was sorry she had
offended him.

"You will not go unpunished Angel."

"Yes Master."

"And it will be my wife at the whip tonight."

"No Master. Please!"

"Enough Angel I will be there to guide her. I will not let her give you more
than you deserve. Follow me." He walked out of her room and turned to his left.
She knew where she was going. He opened another door and instructed her inside.

Angel was placed into shackles facing the wall. She was fitted with a spreader
that forced her legs into an open position. It was then attached to rings a
foot away from the wall. This caused her posture to become slightly bent and
stretched every muscle from her feet to her neck. Master then placed the ball
gag into her mouth and a white hankie in her right hand. He told her that if
the pain became to great, to drop the hankie and once it hit the ground it
would considered use of her safe word. He then promised to return soon and
walked out the door, shutting it firmly behind him.

Angel struggled against her bonds. She was afraid. She knew that Master would
be observing, but when she first came to his house was it not he who said that
safe words would not be heard when punishment was due? She looked at the white
hankie she held. Would they even care if it were already on the floor when they
came in? She grasped it hard. She could feel her nails digging into the palm of
her hand. The muscle in her leg began to strain. Always before she had been
wearing her heels, today she was made to remove them and stand on her tiptoes.
When she tried to stand on the flat of her foot her arms would stretch and send
a searing pain into her shoulders. She decided to combine tiptoes and flat feet
to evenly distribute the pain, for now.

After what seemed like hours Master entered the room once more, followed by
Mistress. She was smiling and laughing. Master put his arms around her and
kissed her longingly and even though Angel couldn't really see them, Melissa
made sure Angel heard every detail. Master sat in a chair placed just off of
Angel's right side. The chair's position allowed him to not only view what
Melissa was about to do, but also gave him enough sight to gauge Angel's
response and pain. It also allowed him to view the very second the hankie hit
the ground. If it did. He held out the small gold key, which unlocked the
cabinet that held all the tools of torture. Melissa snatched it quickly from
his hand and headed for the cabinet. She searched through it and chose her
weapons. She held up a blindfold. "Can't we use this too?" She batted her soft
eyes at Master.

"No not his time Melissa. I want to see her eyes." He did like it when he saw
his slave's cry it excited him.

"Oh very well." Mistress replaced the blindfold and closed the cabinet. She
walked over to Angel and whispered in her ear. "Are you ready little slut?"
Angel shook her head no. Melissa was caressing her ass. "Too bad then precious.
There will be no counting. I am done when I am done. After tonight slut, you
will know who your Mistress is." Melissa walked over to the chair and fell to
her knees before her Master. "Husband, my only wish is to please you. Let me
punish this slave, for her disobedience and disrespect?"

Master cupped her face and kissed her again. This time within Angel's full
view.

"Of course little one. Just this once." He knew the sight of Melissa using the
whip on Angel would invoke feelings in him. He remembered watching other
Masters punish their slaves and how it excited him. He was anxious to feel
those feelings again.

"Would Master like to choose my whip?" Melissa was looking up at him.

"No, Melissa it is your decision."

"May I begin now?"

"Yes little one. Go ahead."

Melissa chose a long cat-o-nine. She placed herself behind Angel. It had been a
while since Angel last felt the whip. The fading marks were Melissa's first
sign. Melissa decided that marks from the Mistress would not fade so easily.
She decided to aim first for Angel's pussy. She knew that the rather large
dildo held in place by the harness would not make the best of targets, but she
was hoping that the whip hitting the inner thigh would sting enough to make
Angel jump and feel the monster invading her cunt.

Mercilessly Melissa began the assault. One after another the blows came without
reprieve.

Angel jumped and moaned, as Melissa's desired effect took hold. Angel was
screaming behind her gag as each strike landed against her tender flesh. The
walls of her pussy contracted tightly against the dildo, in a feverish effort
to expel the thing from her. Over and over strike after strike, met with scream
after muffled scream. Angel's thighs were on fire and she could feel them
swelling. Still Melissa continued, until Master's voice broke in.

"ENOUGH!" He knew Melissa was close to drawing blood. "Change your attack
Melissa, she can't take much more."

"I don't care. She deserves this. I will not have her bad mouthing me to my
husband." Two more strikes hit Angel. Angel grasped harder on the hankie.

"No Melissa. Change it. Now!" Master was now standing.

Melissa switched her attack and her weapon. This time she chose a riding crop
and attacked Angel's ass. Switching strokes from cheek to cheek. Angel's ass
clamped hard around the plug. Melissa gave her no chance to recover as the next
strike fell, harder and faster. Angel knew her ass would be marked severely and
she could feel the heat rising. She knew this feeling. The blood was rushing to
her skin's surface as welt after welt appeared on her. She had lost count. "How
many was that?" she thought. Her mind reeled. She wanted to call for mercy. She
wanted to drop the hankie, but something inside of her would not let her. She
turned her head and looked into her Master's eyes, just before the room went
dark. She could hear Master's voice but could not open her eyes.

"Damn you Melissa! I told you. I told you to stop! Get Out! Get out of here now
before I kill you myself!"

"Oh God! Oh God! What have I done? How could I be so mean? Angel please wake
up! I'm sorry!" Angel could hear Melissa, but was lost within her own mind.

"Get the fuck out of here Melissa! She doesn't need to see you when she wakes!"
Master grabbed Melissa's arm and shoved her out of the door. He took Angel in
his arms and rocked her. "Angel? Baby? Please wake up. I'm sorry Angel. She'll
never touch you or anyone again. I promise Angel. Come on baby please! Open
your beautiful eyes. I won't leave you. Angel? Angel?" Master laid Angel back
on the bed. He lay beside her still promising that he would stay with her until
she woke.

Five hours later, with the dawn, Master heard Angel's whispers break the long
silence in the room. "Mercy Mistress, mercy please." She repeated it over and
over; bringing tears to Master's eyes.

" Hush now Angel , it's all right. She's gone pet. She's gone." He was stroking
her face, with his strong hand.

"Master? Where am I?" Angel's voice was hoarse.

"You are in my room Angel. You have been here since last night. Is there
anything you need?" He was looking at her. She still hadn't opened her eyes.

"Headache. Very bad headache Master. Can you turn the lights off please?" He
switched of the light. The snapping sound of the light made Angel cry out.

"No more please! I can't take it anymore. Mercy, please Mercy!"

Master held her close to him now. He knew what he had done. He had allowed
Melissa to leap over the edge and almost kill his precious Angel. He knew what
he had to do. Melissa could never be a slave again, nor could she be a Mistress
to Angel. "Open your eyes Angel. It's all right. I'm with you."

Angel opened her eyes slowly, blinking a few times letting herself adjust, even
though there was no light in the room.

"Oh Master. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I didn't know Mistress was so angry."

"No Angel, I am the one to be sorry. I didn't call her off soon enough. I have
broken my promise to protect you. It is I who doesn't deserve you pet. You are
free Angel. Free of the pain and me. Free to leave here as soon as your wounds
are healed." He could not even look at her. Her battered body, bloody and
bruised was more than he could bear.

"No Master, I refuse to leave you. I love you. I truly love you. I won't go.
Mistress can beat me and hurt me. She can use me and torture me; I am in love
with her husband and will not leave this house unless dead. I want to be here
with you. I need you. You have taught me so much Master. Please don't make me
go."

"Sweet Angel. What am I to do with you?" he was now looking deep within her
eyes.

"Make love to me Master. Just once please? Make love to me as you would any
regular woman."

Master leaned over her and kissed her tear stained face. He kissed her
passionately and with the gentleness of a very first kiss. Angel pulled him
close to her. With the last bit of strength she could muster she opened her
legs and let him enter her. They made love for an hour or more. Master spilled
his seed inside of her. She could feel it flowing deep within her belly. She
cried out when her orgasm hit. No begging, no permission, just pleasure.

In the weeks that passed, Angel never saw Melissa. She secretly wondered what
he had done with her, as she wandered the mirror filled hallway that led to his
study. Master had not touched her in anyway since that night. He wanted both
her body and mind to heal. Angel peeked her head into his study. He ushered her
in and pointed to the mat on the floor. Angel sat in the chair across the desk
from him. He smiled at her.

"Angel really! What am I going to do with you?"

"Take me shopping Master."

"And why would I do that pet?"

"I'm going to need some bigger clothes."

End.


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