****** Tormenting Rage 8: Reclaiming Rage by Rage ******
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Tormenting Rage 8: Reclaiming Rage

Rage knelt beside him. The club was alive with the sounds of whip cracks and
the jangle of chains. Tonight everyone seemed to want to display themselves and
their submissives. She and her Master waited for an opening. She felt that she
was on display anyway. She wore only the white slave dress he'd paid to have
made for her. Velcro was the only thing holding it together. He had her wear a
pair of greek style sandals that were nothing more than a sole with laces that
crossed over her leg and tied off at the knee. Her collar, comforting in its
presence, laid around her throat, warming her skin with its touch.

She knelt in nadu as her Master had ordered. Her knees were spread widely, the
silk tight around her thighs, the pink folds of her sex glistening. Inviting
her Master's gaze, any Master's gaze. Her back was slightly arched, enough that
her full, round breasts were lifted, presented, offered to her Master for his
touch. Her head was raised showing pride in her submission to him, for him.
Yet, her eyes were lowered in respect of her place as his submissive.

He laid his hand on her shoulder and felt her tense. He knew she was nervous
about this night, because he had never asked her to do this for him. To submit
to him before a room filled with other people. He also knew she wanted to
please him.

"Are you ready?" he asked softly as his hand caressed her hair, his eyes never
leaving the scene before him. Rage's eyes were also locked on the woman bound
to the 'x' dancing to her Master's skill with a whip. She swallowed hard,
trying to hide her nervousness and nodded. "Yes, Master."

"Do you trust me, Rage?" he asked, almost fearing her answer.

"I have always trusted you Master," she whispered softly as the woman whimpered
and begged for release. "I never trusted me."

"I won't go easy on you, and others may use you," he explained.

"I understand, Master," She answered softly. "My body is yours to do with as
you please."

He nodded and she could feel him as he hardened into Master Bastard. He grabbed
her by the neck and hauled her to her feet. He guided her over to the chains
hanging in the center of the room. She began to take long deep breaths to calm
herself as her heart began to pound in her chest.

Quickly he ripped the slave dress from her body revealing her curves, the swell
of her breasts, her shaven mound. He raised her arms and locked them into the
leather lined shackles. He cupped her chin and leaned forward, claiming her
mouth in a deep, searing kiss, before he bent down and attached the spreader
bar between her ankles.

As he raised up, his fingers trailed up the inside of her thighs and over her
clit. She gasped at his touch. He walked away from him to the bag he brought
for tonight. He took out the riding crop, he moved back to her and put the crop
to her lips. "Not another sound, bitch, unless I ask. Now kiss it."

Closing her eyes, she kissed the crop, he moved to stand behind her. She
started as she felt the crop run up her thigh, through the folds of her sex to
tap at her clit.

"How do you feel, Rage?" he demanded as he tapped harder on her swollen clit.

"Hot, Master," she gasped, shifting slightly in the chains. "I burn, I ache."

Suddenly, the crop dropped away and came back up into her folds with a snap.
She bit her lip against the stinging, burning pain.

"More, Rage. How do you feel?" He began the tapping again.

"Wet, Master," her voice caught as she spoke. "I am so wet, so hot for your
touch. I burn with the need for your touch, your cock. I ache with the need of
your caress, the caress of the crop, the kiss of the cat. I burn, Master, I
burn for you." She shifted in the chains as her desire grew.

"Good, bitch, very good." He snapped his wrist and the crop kissed her clit
with its sting again. A stifled moan hissed from her lips. "Do you know why I
asked you to submit to me here, Rage?"

She nodded, answering in a low voice. "Yes, Master, because I ran from you."

"Yes," he hissed as he snapped the crop against her clit again and she bit her
lip to stop the cry that threatened to tear free of her throat. Her clit burned
and stung with need and pain. "Because you ran from me. You did have good
reason, rage, and I forgive you for that. Why else did I bring you?"

Her voice shook with her need and the burning of her clit. "For me to prove
myself to you."

"To prove what?" he demanded as the crop struck again, slicing over her clit
all the way to her tiny star. She arched her back and cried out.

"To prove that I am yours, Master. In all ways." She whimpered as she spoke and
he began the tapping again.

He moved away and her clit throbbed harder, missing the tapping of the crop
against it. She couldn't see what he was doing behind her, but felt his
presence when he returned. She was pulling against the chains and whimpering.
He moved to stand in front of her and she saw the vibrators in his hand, she
lowered her eyes. Turning one on he set it against her clit and watched as she
writhed and struggled in the chains. Her need rising swiftly and strong. She
bit her lip hard moaning as she felt the pulsing between her legs, clit
throbbing and aching.

He moved the vibrator to her entrance and stopped, holding it against her
opening as she whimpered and moaned and danced in the chains. "Who owns this?"

Gritting her teeth, she answered slowly. "You do, Master." He shoved the
vibrator deep inside her, fast and hard as she cried out. "Don't let it fall,
Rage."

As he moved behind her, she clenched her inner muscles around the pulsing
vibrator. She heard the second one join in the humming as he set it against her
tiny star. She whimpered low in her throat, arching her back, trying to get
away and yet, pressing against it, needing it to fill her. "Who owns this?"

Her voice was unsteady, dusky with her need. "You own it, Master."

She had to bite her tongue to still the scream that tried to tear free of her
throat as he slammed the vibrator deep and hard into her tiny entrance. The
pain was incredible. Metal touched her inner thigh as she realized he was
threading a chain between her legs, up between her breasts, over her neck, then
using a small padlock to secure it all in place. The twin vibrators were drawn
up further into her.

As he stood in front of her, he raised his fingers to her lips and traced them
with a light touch. "Who owns your sweet mouth?" "You do, Master, you do." She
gasped as she struggled in the chains her hips moving with the vibrations that
now seemed to fill her completely.

"Open MY mouth then." As she did so he shoved the compressed ball gag into her
mouth and then released it letting it fill her mouth and stretch her jaw wide.
"Now you can make noise, bitch. You will be punished for the moans you made
earlier." He stalked away from her and grabbed the cat-of-nine tails.

He readied himself as she danced with her need in the chains. He smiled knowing
that he alone controlled her climax. She would not cum unless he allowed it and
he had no plans on allowing it at all.

She closed her eyes as her heart pounded in her chest, her body moving
constantly to the pulsing between her legs.

She could feel everyone's eyes on her now. The room had fallen silent. On the
sound of the chains and the humming filled the air. She wanted to make it all
end, she wanted to continue, it was good that he had taken the choice from her.

"Five strikes of the cat for each moan, added to the twenty I had already
planned on giving you. Then the crop will kiss your skin twenty times. Then the
lash ten times. If you cum, Rage. You will receive double strikes from what
ever I am using at the time you do. First, you need to be prepared. Alyssia,
girl come forward."

A woman appeared at Rage's side and rage felt the oil being spread over her
body. The oil was warm and scented with roses. Her whole body was coated, and
the woman disappeared as quickly as she had appeared.

Rage had no chance to brace herself as the cat struck, rapid fire strikes. Pain
exploded constantly until the last strike when the pain blossomed and filled
her with its stinging burn. She screamed behind the gag, her body arching and
twisting as he changed to the crop and began to mark her. The strikes fell on
her ass, thighs, belly, her sex, her breasts. Each one exquisite in its pain.
She lost count of the strokes as her head fell back on her shoulders and the
only sound that could be heard was her muffled whimpers and moans.

"Alyssia, oil now." He called out as he moved away and picked up the lash. Pain
filled Rage as the cessation of the strikes caused her nerves, her body to come
alive in fire and explosions. She tensed and screamed behind the gag. Alyssia's
light touch as she spread the oil over Rage's body was agony for her. But with
the touch it also brought out Rage's need. Her body writhed in the chains,
muffled moans and whimpers filled the room. She needed to cum, needed to be
released from her need. She could barely hang on to it.

She felt his breath at her ear, even that slight touch was almost too much for
her. "I have been easy on you. These last ones will not be easy. I am going to
remove the gag. You will count them. Lose count, Rage, and the punishment will
be severe."

She closed her eyes as her head hung back. He removed the gag and she worked
her jaw trying to relieve the ache, constantly moaning or whimpering. He moved
behind her again. "Do not lose count Rage." She heard him swing the lash before
her ass screamed in pain. She echoed it, "ONE, MASTER!!!"

Her body didn't know what to do anymore, arch into or away from the pain, move
or not to the pulsing of the vibrators that threatened to send her over the
edge. The next one fell and she screamed out, her voice cracking with the
sound. "TWO, MASTER!!"

The third and fourth fell fast and hard, her thighs caught on fire as her knees
gave way. "THREE MASTER, FOUR MASTER!!!" She hung in the chains weeping, her
throat torn by her screams, the sound fading with each strike.

"FIVE MASTER, PLEASE!!" She screamed, the sound just barely qualifying as a
scream. The pain was intense and she felt the darkness coming to claim her, to
pull her into unconsciousness.

He knew when she was at her limit. Her voice was gone and she hung from the
chains. Her body squirming and moving in the chains. Even now she would not
cum. He dropped the lash and moved forward taking the key from his pocket and
unlocking it, the chains dropped to her feet. Slipping his hand between her
thighs he found her clit and began to toy with it. Pinching, tapping, circling
it, teasing, as his other hand slipped to the vibrator in her passage and began
to thrust it in and out, long even strokes.

"Cum for me, Rage. I want my bitch to cum for me now." He slammed the vibrator
deep into her as he pinched and rolled her clit.

Her mouth open in a silent scream she came. Her body tensing as her clit
throbbed, she danced on the chains, she danced to his will. He owned her. Mind,
body and soul. Collapsing finally, he removed her from the chains as those who
watched murmured their comments of the scene. Moving to the chair he had taken
as his own earlier, he sat down and cradled Rage in his arms. Tears streaked
down her face, her eyes were swollen from her tears and half lidded. She smiled
up to him as she licked the dryness from her lips. Her voice was soft. "I am
yours, Master."

He smiled and laid his forehead against hers. He wanted to cry in relief. He
had his Rage back. For good.

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