****** Tormenting Rage 11: And Mistress Makes 3 by Rage ******
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Tormenting Rage 11: And Mistress Makes 3


[ This story is part of the tormenting Rage series. Starring Master Jared
"Bastard" Mistress Angelique and Rage

If you are under 18 and this subject matter is illegal where you live or you
are offended by BDSM or sex please do not read this.

This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way,
published, shown at other web sites or compiled in CD or other collections
without the permission of the author. Email: stormrage@zdnetmail.com

Some of the things that Master Bastard and Mistress do to Rage is not
necessarily safe and should not be attempted unless you know exactly what you
are doing. Always Remember to play safe.

Comments and criticisms welcome. ]

And Mistress makes 3 by Rage

Rage woke up tied in His favorite pose, spread-eagled. She expected to feel the
bed under her, but was surprised to find herself standing instead. She opened
her eyes and frowned, as it didn't seem to matter, the room was dark. A low
growl escaped from her lips as she stood there waiting. Her ears twitched at
every sound and she thought she could hear her Master's voice, but she couldn't
make out anything.

She waited feeling the pull of her weight on her arms, but surprisingly she
felt the trickle of moisture run down her inner thigh. Part of her was angry
that he had done this to her without her knowing it, another part was excited,
not knowing what he had planned for her. Her ears twitched again and she
frowned. A woman's voice? What was going on here? She pulled at her bindings
and growled as she felt their strength. She could not get free that easily.

Hearing the woman's voice again she tried to turn to its direction. What was
another woman doing here? Chewing at her bottom lip she fought down the waves
of jealousy. They had never said He couldn't be with another woman. She just
never expected to be in the other room. Her heart pounded as she strained to
hear more, when suddenly the door was thrown open and a shadow fell across her.
She recognized it as his before he shut the door and plunged them both into
darkness again.

She heard his movements in the room but couldn't tell where he was. She twisted
and turned as far as she could hoping to see his shadowed form but instead felt
his hands grab her hair and pull her hair back. Suddenly something slid over
her head and wrapped around her face, she tried to shake it off but felt him
secure it in the back. Groaning she realized what it was, a mask. It would keep
everything dark and her hearing muffled. Only her mouth was free of the mask.

He opened one flap over her right ear and began to hiss into it. "Rage, today
will be special. Under no circumstances may you take release. You cannot cum,
slut. If you do, you will be punished later. Understand? "

Nodding she felt her body clench as she waited for what was about to happen.
Suddenly, she felt him moving around her legs and then was gone. Soon he was
back and using his hand to open her sweet sex, and she felt a rope being drawn
tight under her. He let her nether lips fall around the rope and moved away
from her. Then she felt a gag spreading her mouth open as he tied it around her
head. Trying to speak around it, she couldn't hear the odd muffled sounds she
was making. She waited in darkness as she felt him leave. Her mind went in
circles as she tried to figure out what was going on.

A new presence filled the room. Rage shivered in reaction. This one seemed
stronger, more controlled, it was almost as if she could feel the person move
in the room. She felt new eyes looking her over, scorching trails down her
naked body. Stretched out for this person's pleasure. Rage tried to stay still
and her breathing slowed. She felt the presence draw closer and gasped behind
the gag as a finger was thrust deep into her tight asshole. She squirmed on the
finger trying to dislodge it as it pushed hard into her. Then a nail scraped
over the sensitive walls. As quickly as it entered her, it was gone. Leaving
Rage gasping for air as sensations flooded her.

The person backed away from her and seemed to be watching her reactions. Rage
waited, her mind swirling as she tried to anticipate the next move. She had not
thought to feel two fingers thrust hard into her cunt or be thrust as deep as
they were. Rage screeched behind the gag and fought against her bonds. For the
first time in a long time she felt completely helpless, unable to stop what was
happening. As the fingers withdrew, and closed on her clit she moaned. The moan
turned into a scream as a fingernail cut into the sensitive flesh. Her body
arched in the chains and the rope between her sex scraped over her ass. She
whimpered as a thousand little sparks of flame filled her.

Then nothing. Rage squirmed as the rope scraped across her sex, waiting for the
next move. She wished she could see her tormentor. Could speak to them, but she
knew it wouldn't be allowed. She waited, hoping to hear a sound, feel a brush
of air. But felt nothing as she stood there. Her heart began to race as her
imagination began to fill her with images of what could be done to her, and
once again she began to pull at her bindings.

She thought she heard a low sound, almost like a chuckle. She stopped moving
and waited again. Suddenly her ass exploded in fire. She arched away from it
with a scream that was muffled by the gag. She was surprised to find the
roughness of the rope slide through her sex, searing her heat as it burned her
sensitive flesh. She fought the chains that held her in place as the lashes
began to rain down all over her body, across her ass, over her breasts, between
her legs, over her thighs, across her back. With each one she screamed and
tried to get away from the burning pain that lanced across her back. She was
helpless and her tormentor knew it. As quickly as the lashes came, they stopped
leaving Rage screaming in pain and trying to escape the next, the rope
stimulating her completely.

All was still again until Rage calmed down, blood roaring in her ears as she
tried to catch her breath. Her throat was sore, her mouth dry. She hung in the
chains feeling the moisture of her need dripping from her burning and heated
sex.

When Rage had calmed her tormentor found a new way to gain a reaction. Removing
the rope, a finger began to circle Rage's tiny star. Slow soft caresses that
drew Rage's attention to her need. Rage tried to press down, to take the finger
into her but could not move far enough. After a while Rage was moaning and
whimpering needing to be filled with anything. She rocked back and forth in the
chains, her head fallen back.

When her tormentor saw this, the person stepped up the pace plunging a finger
into Rage's star as her other hand began to play with Rage's clit. Rage
whimpered and moaned, gasping at the touches as she rocked in the chains. She
fought her need for control; her tormentor bringing her to the very point she
couldn't control herself.

Instead of relenting, the finger in her ass began to thrust deeper and deeper
as the ones on her clit began to pinch and pull, twist and scrape the nail
across the tip. Rage screamed behind the gag, wrestling her need for control.
Trying to do anything she could to not cum. But every movement her tormentor
made only reminded Rage of what was happening to her body. Rage screamed
endlessly, knowing that she could not fail her Master in front of this person.

'Please, please, stop. I need to cum, please don't. Ahhhhhh, noooooo oh Gods I
beg you to stop, aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh, I can't fail him, ' her mind screamed.

Her heart pounded in her chest, her breathing nothing but hiccups as she
struggled for a last ounce of control, and just as she was about to take her
release, the tormentor withdrew and stepped away. Rage was left hanging on the
precipice. She screamed and thrashed in her chains as she tried to cum. But
there had only been the rope between her legs and now it was gone.

It took a few minutes for her mind to calm down, and then she realized her
tormentor was gone.

* * *

Jared watched as Angelique walked through the door. Sitting on his desk, she
laughed softly as she watched Rage on the monitor. Jared smiled as he leaned
back in the chair. He had finally found the perfect Mistress for Rage. One who
would not go easy on her, one who would make her feel her need in ways he
couldn't.

Angelique had seen him and Rage at a party and asked to play. At first he had
said no, but over the last few weeks he decided that he'd let her. The rule was
simple in this little game. She had to make Rage disobey his order. She had to
make Rage cum.

"I almost had her, " Angelique purred. "Except that my finger cramped up."

He laughed. "I doubt that, Angelique. You wanted to play with her more."

She turned around on his desk and put one foot on either side of him. He could
see the dampness gathered on the crotch of her jeans, taking his finger he
began to trace it as she closed her eyes. "She's intoxicating. Like a drug, I
want more of her. I don't want her cum, Jared. I want to possess her. Own her.
Make her my toy. "

"She'd never let you do this Angelique, if she knew you were a woman. " He told
her as he ran his hands up her stomach and cupped her breasts.

"Are you a betting man, Jared?" She asked as she placed her foot on his rock
hard cock.

He growled at her. "Yeah."

"I bet you, when I am done with her, she will beg to be my slave." She smiled
as she opened her eyes and looked down at him.

"And if she doesn't?"

"If I win, I get you for a day, and her when I want. If you win, you get me..."

"For a year." He finished for her. She looked down about to protest when he
squeezed her breasts. "After all if you won, I'd have to share Rage. This way
it's fair. "

"All right then, a year. Do we have a deal?" He nodded and they shook hands on
it. Each believing they were going to win.

Jared watched as she walked back into the room. Then looked at the image of
Rage on the monitor. "You're mine, slut, and soon she will be too."

* * *

Rage knew the exact moment her tormenter came back. Her hypersensitive body
reacting to the presence. Rage moaned low, her body was so hot. Her need had
leveled off but still high. Suddenly, she could hear in her left ear as a soft
low voice struck dread into her soul.

"Your Master thinks I can't make you beg to be my slave. I bet him I could.
Should we see who wins, little one? Are you comfortable? Good." Soft laughter
hissed in her ear. "Don't cum, bitch. Don't fail him. Don't let him even guess
that you would love to be owned by another woman. One who can make you hold
back, one who will be rougher, stronger, and deny what you need to see your
pleasure become evastating. Don't fail him, Rage." She was plunged back into
silence as the waiting began.

Rage struggled in the chains. That was a woman's voice, she had never wanted to
be with another woman. Her mind screamed that her Master had betrayed her, had
failed her again. She had never minded being used by other men at his command
but never thought he'd let another woman touch her.

Her mind was spinning, this Mistress did know how to play with her body. Knew
the ways to drive Rage insane. She had already proved that. She knew how to mix
pain with pleasure and keep Rage at such a peak that Rage could not think.
Could she deny that she had known it was possibly a woman who tormented her?
No, she knew she had heard a female voice before this began. She knew that the
presence in the room was female. Yet she allowed it to continue.

She could probably end it now. She had a hand signal she could use if she
needed to end a scene, but she wasn't giving it. Could she want this so much?
Could she need it?

As she felt a familiar buzzing against her clit and her head fell back with her
gasp, she knew her answer to her questions, an answer her body jumped with.
Yes. The vibrator fell onto her clit and Rage moaned, feeling the buzzing
against her. Stirring her need again. Strengthening it, Rage could only buck
against it, wishing it would fill her, the woman tore off the gag and then with
one hand released Rage from the mask. The sensations filled her as sight and
sound intensified them. Rage was panting with her need, hanging from the chains
unable to resist the Mistress.

"Tell me, bitch. Do you need this? Do you want more of it?" Angelique said as
she took the vibrator from Rage's clit.

Rage whimpered as the vibrator was moved away from her. Her body pressing
against the Mistress. "Yes... please.. "

Fingers closed around her clit and Rage screeched as a fingernail was dragged
over it. "Yes what?"

Rage screeched again as the nail dug into the base of her tiny nub. "Yes
Mistress, please play with this slut."

Angelique laughed. "Ohhh I will, slut. I will. " She moved away from Rage and
soon returned. Slipping a barstool under Rage. Rage could feel two projections
from it as the Mistress lined it up.

Rage felt herself fall and felt the dildos fill her fast and hard. Plunging
into her depths as she landed on them. Screaming with the sensations, the pain
of the sudden entry Rage tried to stand but found she could not move. Her legs
were bound to the chair, and her hands were being tied behind her and tied to
the chair as well. Rage squirmed on the chair, gasping as her clit made contact
with a small nub on the seat. Her need grew with each move, and she struggled
to keep her control.

"Tell me what you want, slut." Angelique hissed into her ear. "Do you want
more? Do you want what I can give you, that he can't? Tell me."

Rage whimpered as the nub caught her clit sending a million sparks through her.
"Please Mistress, please use this slut." Rage cried out, not hearing herself,
as lost as she was in the need.

Rage felt herself being lowered onto her back and was surprised to feel
something solid under her. This angel brought the dildos within her against her
g-spot and she screamed as fire flared engulfing her.

"Since your other holes are filled, I guess your mouth will have to do. Open!"
Angelique ordered Rage. As Rage opened her mouth she found a dildo slide in
shoving deep into her throat as she whimpered around it. "Don't let go of it,
bitch."

Rage squirmed as all the dildos began to vibrate at once. Soon she was
screaming with her need and the pressure of it as it fought to tear loose of
her. She didn't want to cum, knew that she had been ordered not to but she
couldn't hold out any longer.

"Mistressss, pleaseeeee I am going to cummmmm," She screamed around the dildo
that filled her mouth.

She was rewarded with a lash across her breasts. Tears began to fall from
Rage's eyes as more and more began to rain down. Each one driving her into the
dildos, in starts and jerks she was fucking herself on the dildos in the stool,
she couldn't stop and felt it beginning to explode.

"IF you cum, Rage. You will beg me to take you. To own you as much as he does,
if not more. Do you understand?" Angelique demanded.

Rage nodded, so lost in her need, and the rapid short fucking on the stool.
She'd do anything, belong to anyone, as long as she could cum.

"Then cum, Rage. Cum for your Mistress. Fail him to have me." Rage screamed and
exploded wildly, unable to prevent it, failing her Master as she shook and her
body pulsed.

When it was over the Mistress unbound Rage and helped the submissive to her
feet. Rage kneeled before her, and lowered her eyes... Her body still reacting
to cumming.

"Please Mistress, please take this slave as Yours to use as You wish and she
will give all she is to You, in all ways that you ask. Train her, use her, she
is yours, Mistress."

Angelique grinned as Jared walked into the room. "You lost."

He walked over to Rage and took her face in his hand. "No, I gained more of
her." He smiled and took his slave into his arms and carried her to the bed.
Touching her clit and sending her off into another climax. Both Jared and
Angelique began to laugh.

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