AI art by Me. From left to right: Annie, Lori, and Sookie.

Tom loved hearing his girls laugh.

They were having way too much fun in the sudden rainstorm that had hit the city.  It was also quite sensual to see the sheen of rain on their naked bodies as they splashed each other from the puddles and played some kind of tag that involved butt smacking to make the other person IT.  He suspected this was done for his benefit.  It was the way they’d work.  

Having three females, okay, he had to just let his brain think of them as women even though they were not humans.  Ahem, having three women whose main goal was to make him happy as much as possible was beyond a dream-come-true. It was the morning after they had rescued Sookie, and the chill of the rain was a welcome feeling since he was still feeling a little tired.

They’d wanted to play with all the new toys he’d bought them.  How could he refuse?  Leaning back onto a cement-like curb as the girls played, he remembered the highlights.  Sookie’s was probably the most fun and interesting.  She’d had the leatherworker create a medium-sized whip that reminded Tom of a buggy-whip.  It could be used to lash her but its main function was to be snapped with a flick of his wrist.  

Sookie taught him how to do it very well then urged him to paint on her skin with the round, welted-areas being his brushstrokes.  She’d laid across the bed, face down, and begged for each strike.  The nymph got more and more aroused the faster he flicked it.  He soon found the best rhythm which was basically whipping her in a constant back-and-forth.  Her ass rose up higher and higher as she got closer.

Her cries of arousal and anguish were…some of the most powerful times he’d experienced with a woman before.  Lori was a close second.  Annie?  Well…Annie was different.  Tom would have a hard time explaining it but the best he’d figured it out was Annie was like his wife while Lori and Sookie were his sex slave/mistresses.  He shrugged.  It was the best he could come up with about it.  

Annie was also the most intuitive to him and his feelings.  Like right now, she paused to look over at him with a raised eyebrow.  She could tell or feel he was thinking deep things.  Did he need her to come to him?  He smiled and waved her back to play more.  Watching three gorgeous naked, wet girls playing was great.

Lori had played with the anal plugs with Annie being very happy to plunge them into her then edge her with them until Lori was tearfully begging to come.  Annie didn’t let her for quite a while.  Annie had looked…very sexy in her golden nipple clamps that chained to a clip between her thighs.  Her eyes had kept watching him watch her and she’d give him a shy little grin to show she was pleased to be pleasing him.

He’d finally let Sookie climax.  Annie had been paying attention because she let Lori get her own.  Annie’s eyes fell on Tom and he knew how she wanted to come.  He let Lori and Sookie explore each other on the other side of the room while he took Annie in the bed.  He took her the good, old-fashioned missionary way that night.  She’d been pleased to be able to hug and kiss him while he took her.  

It had been a little after he left her find her release after a few pleadings when they’d heard a small commotion outside their door.

“Mandy Rae?!!” A woman’s voice had shrieked.

We all fell silent as we heard a young girl’s soft cries of pain.  “Mamma!  Mamma, please?!  They’ll hear me.” She cried.

“Good.  We can sure hear them and here you are eavesdropping at the door of this Den of Iniquity!  You can march right down and scrub all the pots and dishes by yourself.  They better be gleaming.  I’ll tan your hide before bed so it’s fresh for sleeping.” The woman laughed as the voices trailed down the stairs.

“Den of Iniquity?  Does that woman know the Bible?” Tom asked.

Annie shrugged under him.  “Very possible.  The owner and his family do seem to be mortal humans so they may be Christians.  Perhaps that’s why she gives us all the evil eye.”

Tom decided he really didn’t care as Annie leaned up to kiss him softly, at first, but then more insistently.  She was her own brand of little slut when she let it come out.  In her ways, she was worse than the other two!  Her eyes told him she knew it, too.  He surrendered to her ravishing him.

They all three fell asleep together in a warm, pile of soft flesh.  

Tom had felt someone nudging him and woke to see Annie with a smirk on her face.  She beckoned him to follow her out of bed.  He did so.  She walked over to the window that faced the back of the inn.  She put her fingers to her lips to warn him to silence then pointed down.

There were two figures moving in the night under a mostly full moon.  It took him a few seconds to adjust to the light but he soon saw that it was the owner’s wife and the poor girl, Mandy.  The girl had waited their table for dinner before they’d come upstairs and she was quite comely.

His harem had teased him for watching her so closely.

“She’s wiggling her bottom for your benefit, you know, Master.” Annie whispered to him as Mandy had walked away to the kitchen to fetch him more drink.  She’d been very attentive.

“She has a crush or a lust on you.  Best be careful or her mother will gut you.”

He’d looked over to see the woman-in-question glaring at him from across the room as if he’d done anything.  Tom hadn’t been flirting with Mandy…much.  He might have told he she had pretty eyes and a sweet smile, but he was just being polite.  It had also been fun to watch the girl blush red as a beet but give him a nice, little curtsy.  “Thank you, Sir.” She’d told him in the same way she’d heard the girls use the title.  

Sookie had spoken up then.  “If you wish her then say so, Master.  Between the three of us, we could spirit her up to our room.  I’d be positive you’d be her first so be careful.  They tend to imprint on their first lover rather strongly with humans.  If you don’t plan to keep her, it’d be cruel to break her maidenhood then leave.”

He looked over to see Sookie was completely serious about both parts of her statement.  At his word, his harem would provide the young girl to him.  He looked back at Annie who just shrugged as if to say it was his will that she would follow.  He had decline but thanked them.

Annie now leaned over to whisper in his ear.  “I heard them begin to come out and knew why.  I also knew my master would enjoy the show.”  She kissed his earlobe.

Her mother led a sniffling Mandy out to the fence in back of the place.

“Strip.” She told the girl.  

Mandy had glanced back at the place and her eyes fell on Tom but she didn’t say a word.  She bowed her head and stripped as her mother had commanded, but Tom and she both knew she was stripping for him.  Glancing at Annie, he saw her smug grin.  “It will make it slightly less painful that she knows you watch and will enjoy.  She was listening at the door so she knows what you are like, Master.” She whispered.

Tom wasn’t sure what was more arousing.  Watching Mandy strip for him or having Annie prompt him to come watch with full knowledge she was allowing him to sexually enjoy the girl’s predicament.  

He had thought Mandy was perhaps sixteen but as she was now fully bare he rethought.  Her breasts were quite full and rounded and her waist and hips nicely curved.  The faint coloration of a patch between her thighs said she had to be closer to eighteen than he’d imagined.

“She is very pretty.” Annie whispered and grinned looking down at his erect reaction to seeing her naked.

He nodded silently.

Mandy’s mother took her over to where a barrel was next to the fence.  “Turn it over, you know what to do.” She hissed at the girl.

Mandy turned the barrel to the side then rolled it up to the fence.  She approached it then bent over it until her stomach was pressed to it.  Her arms she held out to her sides.  Her mother took each arm and used a cloth strip to tie it to the railing and eventually stretch Mandy out and over the barrel.

Tom wondered if this was what was truly meant by having someone over a barrel.  Mandy was completely vulnerable from ankles to shoulders now.  The mother walked to the side of the building and came back with an actual buggy whip.  It was a dark color and looked much more wicked than what Tom had used on Sookie.

“Do you repent?” The mother asked.

“No.” The girl shook her head.

“So be it.” The woman began to whip her from the bottom of her thighs and worked up.  The sounds was clear but not too loud at first.  Mandy’s cries and then sobs became louder.  Her mother paused only to stuff some rags into the girl’s mouth to muffle her.

“Don’t wake up the customers, Dirty Girl.” She told Mandy.

Every three minutes or so, the mother would stop and ask Mandy if she repented of her wickedness.  Mandy kept shaking her head.  The girl was now covered in little welt circles from her shoulders to her shins.

“Fine then.  You know what happens when you get this stubborn.  I’ll be back.” Her mother flung down the whip and marched back into the inn.

Mandy cried softly now and her shoulders shook.  Her head came up and she spit out the rags.  After a cough or two, she spoke up to the empty night.  “I pray that I please you, Sir.” She said in a husky voice, wet with tears.

Tom stuffed his fist into his mouth to keep from letting out a groan.  The girl was dedicating her suffering to him!  He felt his skin turn hot and prickly.  Annie made a soft noise but knelt before him.  He looked down at her.

“No, Master, don’t look at me.  Look at her.  Let me be her for you.  She would want this.  I know it.  I would.” She whispered fiercely at him.

He looked out and watched Mandy squirm and softly sob for his pleasure.  Warm, wet lips surrounded his cock and began to take him down.  He moaned as quietly as he could.  The mouth wasn’t in a hurry but kept a steady rhythm.

The mother came out holding something small.  Tom couldn’t make it out in the darkness.  

“Old Ginger will teach you.  It always does.” Her mother said with a soft, evil laugh.

She bent down a little to rub it between Mandy’s thighs.  “As I thought, no need to butter it up or grease it.  Your nasty little twat juice is flowing as I thought it would be.  Such a harlot I inherited when I married your father.”

Ah, wicked stepmother, Tom thought.  It explained a lot.  He also now knew what the woman was holding.  It was a shaved ginger root.  The sting of it would be like a horrid fire to Mandy’s sensitive parts.  He suspected where she was going to put it.  

She placed it where he’d thought and shoved it into Mandy’s exposed and stretched anus.  Mandy whimpered and struggled but it did no use.  She was soon impaled by it all the way until he couldn’t see it anymore.

“I’ll be back in half-an-hour…unless I fall asleep like I did last time.” The woman giggled and walked back into the house.

Mandy writhed before him as the burning sting began to do its work.  She tried to not be loud but finally he heard words escape her.  “Oh, please…Sir?  Master?  Help me, I beg you and I will be your slave…to all of you.  Pleeeeasee?”

The mouth on his cock was going much faster now and harder with suction.  This meant he was a hair-trigger from coming.  Mandy’s next sobbing pleas tipped him over and he came as he was sucked down.  He was panting now and broke Annie’s rules.

“Annie.” He looked down at her as she was sliding off his penis.  “Can’t we do…something?” He felt frantic.

Annie’s eyes searched his.  She nodded once.  “I will rouse Sookie.  She will be the best at putting that hag into a deep sleep.  Lori can help me free the girl.” She paused.  “Do you mean to take her with us?”  There was no recrimination in her tone.  She was just asking his will.

He slowly shook his head.  “No.  I mean, yes, my cock wants her but he gets outvoted by my head and heart.  She’s too young for this life.  If she were two or three years older then I’d consider it.”

Annie grinned.  “Your body sounds very democratic.  Majority rules?”  She giggled.  “Then my advice to you is to let Lore and I rescue the damsel and take her to her room.  We can do some healing on her and…explain to her just as you told it to me now.  I think she’ll understand.”

He nodded.

“If you go and take her to her bed?  To not take her with use after what she’ll seduce you into doing to her?  It would be cruel.” Annie shrugged.  “Your wish, Master?”

“You two go.” He nodded once more.

“Yes, Sir.” She rose and woke the other two women.  Hushed whispers soon explained it all and they went out the door like a soft breeze and made no noise.  Tom shouldn’t be surprised nymphs could be so stealthy.

As he watched, Lori and Annie appeared in the backyard.  They untied the girl who collapsed into Lori’s arms. Annie righted the barrel and took the rags and the whip.  After a whispered question to Mandy, Annie took the whip in the same direction the stepmother had come from earlier.

They took the girl inside the building.  

There was nothing for Tom to do but wait now.  He went to lie down on the bed.  It took longer than he’d thought it would but the door opened with no noise and three curvy shadows came inside.  Sookie shut the door carefully.

She looked at Tom with a half-grin.  “That girl.  She does have a mind of her own.”

“Took some talking with her to keep her from coming in here to you tonight.  She was quite adamant about wanting to express her…gratitude for saving her.” Lori softly giggled.

“She had some very original ideas of how to do it, too.  That girl has been reading something somewhere.” Annie smiled as they all three settled on the bed around him.  “She is fully healed.  Sookie had made it so the stepmother will just think it a dream about whipping Mandy.  It should all blow over in the morning.”

Tom hesitated to ask the next question but he knew he could with these women.  “Did she take it well that I’m not taking her with us?” 

They all three shared a quick look.  Annie quickly touched the others.  “Words, remember?”

The other two nodded sheepishly.  “Sorry, Master.” Lori started.  “We were trying to figure out how best to tell you.”

“The truth would be best.” He told her.

Sookie nodded.  “She did cry more than a bit and it took us all to convince her it had nothing to do with not being good enough or attractive enough.”

“I…I even told her what I had done in her place tonight.” Annie blushed a little.

“That seemed to calm her down more than any of our words.  She did make Annie describe it twice and in great detail.” Lori added.

“I’m sure the girl is already on her second orgasm as she thinks of doing it to our master.” Sookie grinned.  The other two nodded in agreement.

Annie grinned.  “She did, however, ask us to pass on a few things for her.”

“Oh?” Tom asked.

The girls spent the next half hour showing him all the things Mandy had suggested.  Turned out the girl knew a lot of things!  It was why he felt so tired the next morning as his harem was annoyingly chipper.  It must be nice to be a creature of nature, he grumpily thought.

This is what led to the impromptu game of wet tag in the rain with his girls.  He was very aware it was mostly for his benefit to help him feel better about refusing Mandy.  The girl had given him a long, speculative look that morning as she’d brought out their breakfast.  He didn’t fail to notice he had bacon when he’d not ordered it.  She’d remembered his fondness of it.

Annie came over to collapse next to him.  Her chest heaving with breaths and a lovely sight to behold.  She leaned into his shoulder.  “You’re thinking, Sir.”

“A mortal man’s failing, I’m sure.” He replied.

She poked him with a sharp fingernail.  “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

Tom laughed.  She could be a nymph or a young human woman or…what?  A troll?  Women would still use the same arguments everywhere.  “I saw you watching me and you know full well what my thoughts have been.”

She nodded.  “I do.  I also know you enough now to realize you’re aware of why we put this show on for you, too.  You are enjoying it, right?”

“Very much so.  Your idea?” He asked.

She looked away and shrugged.  “Does that matter?”

“It does to me.  I know you work very hard to make me happy and are learning very well how to use the harem to do so instead of just yourself.  Thank you, dear Annie.” He leaned over and kissed her bare shoulder.

Her eyes turned to him and smoldered.  “And it is because of you being aware and grateful that makes me want to try so hard.  I…I find I am falling very much in love with you, Sir.”

It warmed him to his toes.  “You mean ‘I love you very much, Tom.’”

Her eyes widened.

“New rule, use my name when speaking of love, my love.” He smiled.

She just looked at him for a moment before leaning into him to kiss him so very gently.  Pulling back, she whispered.  “I so am in love you, my Tom.  More and more each moment with talking like that.” She growled softly.  “Makes me want to act like Lori for a few minutes and do you right here, right now.” Her eyes flashed at him.

She meant it and was waiting to see if he nodded or not.  

“At risk to my body and standing as a citizen of this city, I’ll tell you one more thing.” He told her.  Tom then explained his thoughts about her being his wife while the others were mistresses or something.

“Oh, Sir.” She sighed.  “Husband…I know that carries more weight in your world.  You are that to me since our first time together.  I may not have physically been one but I considered myself an emotional virgin before you took me.” She hugged his bicep.

He was opening his mouth to say something more provocative when he saw the owner of their inn come running into view.  The man looked all around and spied him and the girls.  Running over, he had to pause to catch his breath. 

“Looking…all over…for…” He panted.

“Catch your breath first.” Tom told him.

He shook his head.  “Can’t…wait…Mandy…taken…”

Tom immediately hopped up.  “When?  How?”  He asked.

The man took a few long breaths and breathed them out slowly.  Tom also noticed a soft touch of Annie’s hand on his arm seemed to help revive him, too.  Tom gave her a little wink.  He realized he didn’t know the man’s name.  

Somehow, Annie knew his predicament and spoke up.  “Marcus, what happened?”

This was why she was so perfect as his Prime in the harem…his Wife.

“Well.” Marcus finally had some wind.  “It was my wife, Marta, who noticed it when she went to have the girl do some chores.”

More likely to do her own chores for her, Tom thought.

“She came back grousing about Mandy being nowhere to be seen.  I felt something was off about it because  my girl doesn’t shirk her duty.  She’s too much like her mother.” Marcus explained further.

Tom couldn’t help himself.  “What did happen to her mother?  If you don’t mind my asking.”

Marcus shrugged.  “No big secret.  Amaria died of the sickness that spread through the elves when Mandy was just a baby.  We were lucky Mandy had some of my blood because it probably kept her from catching it.”

“Mandy is a half-elf?”Annie asked.

Marcus nodded.  “Part dark elf, to tell the truth.  It’s quite a story how me and her mom met but no time now.”

“Dark elf…” Annie nodded.  “Silly me, I took her for a girl of…seventeen years.”

Marcus chuckled.  “No, Mandy likes to let others think she’s that young.  I think it’s to protect her from some unwanted attention.  She’s closer to thirty but will never look it for…if she’s like her mother at all…another fifty…sixty years?  Even then it will be a slow change.  Amaria still looked in her mid-thirties when she was well over a hundred or so.”

Annie gave Tom a side-eye full of meaning.

He was kind of speechless.  No wonder the girl knew so many interesting things about sex and things to be done to a male.

“So…what happened?” Tom tried to redirect it back to the subject at hand.

Marcus told him that he’d gone looking all over the inn then asked the neighboring businesses if they’d seen anything.  “I was about to lose hope when the dwarven blacksmith told me he’d seen her being led away by some creatures that looked like Djinn.  How does my Mandy know Djinn?”

Annie looked like she had a clue.  “Sookie!” She called out and Lori and Sookie came running over.  Annie quickly filled them in on what had happened.  She turned to Sookie, directly.  “Does any of this sound suspicious to you?”

Sookie was frowning and nodded slowly.  A sigh came from her as her eyes grew very sad.  “I am so sorry for what has happened, Sir.” She told Marcus.  “I fear…I fear this has to do with my past master.  He was a Djinn, one of royal blood in their culture.  He also doesn’t like to lose.”

She turned to Tom.  “I know he had a buyer in the crowd that was going to drive up the prices until only he could buy me.  I would then be a lawfully owned slave of his instead of a self-submitted one.  My life would have been made a hell.”

“But your plan to ruin the prices also ruined his chances.” Tom added.

She nodded.  “And you were right there and overbid everyone in front of multiple witnesses.  There was nothing for this spy to do but let it happen.  Oh, I think Prince Ajaman is behind this. He means to call out my new master to fight him to retrieve the girl, then he can easily and lawfully kill you.  I would be claimed as spoils as would the rest of us.”

“Oh, HELL, no.” Tom grunted.  “That is NOT how it’s going to happen.”

Sookie looked fondly at him but shrugged.  “I don’t mean to belittle or not have faith in you, Master, but Ajaman is a high-powered Djinn.  He will kill you.”

Annie growled softly.  “To quote our master, HELL, no.”  She shook her head and scanned the other two girls.  “There is one thing we could do to make it so Master has the power or abilities he would need to make it a fairer fight.”

“Wait.” Lori held up a hand.  “I think I know what you mean but…it usually…um…doesn’t work even with Dryads.  No offense, Sir, but you’re still a mortal man.”

“None taken but what are we talking about?” He asked.

Sookie glanced at the other two then turned to him.  “I believe Annie is suggesting we all three bond within one day, Sir.”

Annie nodded.  “That’s right.  He’d have the collective power of three very strong, very magical nymphs at his disposal.”

“Yes, but…it does not good if he doesn’t survive to use that power.” Lori nearly shouted.

Marcus’s eyes were round and wide as dinner plates.  “Three?  Bonding three nymphs in one day?  A human male?” He turned to Tom.  “Their right, Sir.  From what little I know, a bonding puts a powerful strain on the male.  It’s why they take time off from any other duties.  It’s to recover.”

Tom didn’t want to sound dumb, naive, or pervy but he had to ask.  “Are we talking about the sex?”

Trust Lori to be the first one to giggle.  “Well, yes, Sir.  I believe the human word is consummation.  When we consummate the bond, it is…quite powerful…even by our standards.” Her eyes glowed a little as she looked him over.

Tom had never felt like a piece of or side of beef until that moment.  Lori had hungry eyes as she looked at him.  If Lore thought it was quite powerful after what had already happened with her and the others?  Damn, he thought.  With a capital D…DAMN.

“It is kind of the way I’d want to go out.” He shrugged.

Annie gave him a slight grin.  “I’m aware of that, Sir, but this is quite serious.”

Sookie sighed.  “If we’re going to seriously consider this then, may I suggest something?”

Everyone looked at her.

“There is someone I know who could answer how this might work and even be able to help us with it.”  Sookie explained.

“Who?” Annie asked.

Sookie hesitated.  “You won’t like it but…I was thinking of Tabitha.”

“No.” Annie shook her head.  “No. No way am I letting a witch get her hands on Tom.” She put a hand to her lips when she realized she’d used his name.

Tom smiled at the others.  “It was a new rule I made.  My name can be used in times of…great emotion, passion, or need, like now.”

Lori and Sookie nodded.  

“I like that rule, Sir.” Lori smiled warmly.  “I’ll be screaming it often, I’m sure.”

“We don’t have a lot of options here, Annie.” Sookie ignored Lori’s announcement.

“I know you don’t like witches, but is it really that much of a problem?” Tom asked.

Annie whirled on him and almost got heated but controlled herself.  

Lori stepped forward and past Annie.  “It’s because of what they exact in payment, Sir.  They aren’t interested in money.  They trade in either information, seed, or blood.”

“Oh.” He backed off.

“When she sees you…” Annie began then took a breath.  “When she sees you, I know what she will want and what she will do with it; however, Sookie is right.  We don’t have a lot of options.”

“Well…maybe she’ll be really ugly or something and I won’t…” Tom began.

Marcus, who’d been silently watching the argument, began to laugh.  “You are new to this city, aren’t you?  Witches are NEVER ugly.  With their powers?” He looked at the nymphs.  “No disrespect meant, Ladies, but witches look even better than your harem.”

“How?” Tom asked in disbelief.

“Isn’t he sweet?” Sookie giggled.

“He is.” Annie nodded.  “I know.  I think I’ve tasted him more than either of you.”

“Only because you hog his cock for that…you little cum-slut.” Lori teased her.

Marcus’s eyes widened again.

“Well, I know who he likes to ride best, so it’s okay.” Lori added.

“Sure about that?” Sookie asked with a raised eyebrow.  “I’m a water nymph.  I can do things with my insides that you girls can only dream about.” She turned to Tom.  “And he’ll never, ever forget either.”

Tom shrugged to Marcus.  “They tend to be very open about such things.”

“That’s well known.” He shook his head.  “Well, I better get back to the inn but I’m glad I found you and I can’t thank you enough for…well…you know.” He got a little emotional.

Tom nodded.  “I do.” He eyed the man.  “I need to be honest about something with you.  I owe that to you and to Mandy.”

Annie picked up a hint.  “We’ll go find where Tabitha is right now and if she has time to see us.  We’ll find you back at the inn?”

Tom nodded and winked once more at her.  Such a good girl.

On the way there, Tom began to tell Marcus all about last night.  Well, most of what happened last night.  He did leave out Mandy’s extensive knowledge of sexual acts and positions.  

“Dear Goddess.” Marcus finally said after a long silence.  “Mandy tried to tell me once…couple years ago and I put it down to jealousy.  Mandy’s also right.  My current wife has no room to be calling any other woman a slut.” He sighed.  “To my shame, I’ve allowed her…skills to blind me.  Well, no more of that.”

Tom looked over at him in surprise.  “What do you mean?”

“Could I get your assistance for some…overdue justice when we get to the inn?  I’ll not charge you for your stay anyways since I know you’ll help our Mandy.” Marcus asked him.

Tom didn’t miss the our Mandy part.  Marcus was smart enough to know his daughter and she probably had the same…grit?  Stubbornness? As her mother had.  It explained her speculative look at him this morning.  Silly Tom.  He thought she was the prey.

“I’ll do my best, Marcus.” He assured the father.

“I know.  Mandy’s a good judge of character…same as her mother was, though I never was sure I was worth her devotion.”  Marcus shrugged.  “If Mandy has decided then neither you or I are going to sway her.  She might choose to show a submissive side to you but dark elven women are known for…well…being a lot more the other side of that.”

Tom took his word for that but had seen some of it in how Mandy had…maneuvered him into what she ultimately wanted.  

They walked into the inn to find Marta in a foul mood.  “Did you find that lazy girl, Husband?” She gave him a nasty grin.

Marcus looked over at Tom who nodded that he was more than willing to help out.

“Bring her out back, Sir?” Marcus asked Tom.

“With pleasure.” He quickly strode forward to the shocked woman and lifted her up and over his shoulder.  

She began to beat at his back with her fists.

One sharp SMACK!!! on her bent and stretched buttocks silenced her and stopped the hammering.  “Shut up, Bitch.” He growled.  “Or I’ll do more of the same.”

Marta shut up and hung submissively there while he took her to the back..  

Marcus already had the barrel on its side and up against the fence.  He laughed at seeing his wife like a sack of potatoes over Tom’s shoulder.  “I used to be able to do that.” He remarked.

“Marcus?  Marcus?!” Marta began to sputter.

“What did I tell you?” Tom patted her rump once and she quieted.  “Had to give her a good swat to stop her from beating my back like a drum.

“Oh, I do apologize for that, Sir.  If you’ll just deposit her right here by the barrel?” Marcus pointed.

“The what?” Marta squeaked.

SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!  Tom laid into her bottom with no little joy.  

“Sorry…sorry.” She began to whimper.  “Please, please…just tell me…”  She grunted as Tom sat her down on her two feet and Marcus quickly grabbed her.  

“I’ll tell you, you conniving little slut.” Marcus grunted as he pushed her off-balance to fall over the sideways barrel.  

Marta squealed as she realized what was happening.  Marcus was having none of her squirming though.  “Stop resisting or we’ll do this with you completely naked, not just your back parts!”

“Whaaaat?” Marta began to whimper and shake as Marcus tied her wrist to one side.  He tossed Tom another strip of leather to tie her other wrist.  

“No, no, no, no….no, please, no. no.” Marta began to beg and cry now as she had finally figured out what and why this was happening.

“Beat my daughter, will you?  Tell me lies?  Well, time for a little comeuppance!” He chortled.  “You only thought you were my little fuckdoll.  After this, you’ll either take a collar or take your leave.” 

“Collar?” She squeaked.

“Did you remember the ginger root?” Tom couldn’t help but add to the fun.

“Well, damn me for a fool!  I sure did.  You wouldn’t mind getting her warmed up for me while I get that ready, would you?” Marcus asked then pointed to where the whip was attached to the wall.

Tom walked over to it, grabbed it, and flicked it so it made a nice SNAP!

Marta startled at the noise and began to babble and beg now as she knew what it was.

“However, she is your wife…or was…if you’ll do the unveiling?” Tom asked.

Marcus got out a long dagger from his boot.  “Sure thing.”

Riiiiiiippp!  He sliced through the back of Marta’s dress like it was butter.  It flew open to reveal her unflattering underwear.  “Can’t have that in the way, can we?” Marcus reached over and sliced off the panties  and the bra.  Soon she was bare to the world.

“You said…said…I didn’t resist…you said…” Marta began to stammer.

“Oh, look!  I lied.  You should be used to that.”  He gave each of her plump butt cheeks a harsh whack.  “No fun spanking today for you, my whore.  Right?  That’s what you have me call you, isn’t it?”

She whined and struggled against the leather bonds.  “Sir….please, not here?”

“Isn’t it?” He whacked her again.

“Yes, SIR!” She bleated now.  “I am your dirty whore, SIR!”

“There we go.” He turned to Tom.  “I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Take your time.  We’ll get to know each other.” Tom snapped the whip once more to watch Marta dance in fear.

Tom didn’t wait long before he began to pepper Marta’s thighs and ass with nice, red welt circles.  She was sobbing after the third strike.  He scolded her for her cruelty, for her lies, for her jealousy of Mandy.  

When Marcus returned five minutes later, it was to see a beaten, subdued, and more submissive version of Marta.  Tom had her counting and begging for another lash.

“Twenty-f-f-f-five, Sir, Please, another?” She whimpered through a strained voice from sobbing and screaming.

“I think her count is off, Sir.” Marcus observed.  “I see more than twenty-five marks.”

“Oh, I didn’t have her counting until she’d learned manners. You have learned your manners, right, Bitch?” He asked.

“Oh, yes, Sir…your bitch knows her place, Sir.  Please, Sir, another?” She begged again.

It was somewhere around nineteen when Tom noticed Marta had changed from dreading to ask for another to truly wanting the next lash.  He whispered so to Marcus who nodded and gave him an evil grin.  “I always thought there was the piece in her.  She might be worth keeping around after all.” He said aloud.

“Oh…I will, Sir.  I will…I’ll kiss the collar you put onto me.  Just let me kneel at your feet.” She begged through fresh tears.

“I’d say she’s almost ready.” Marcus told Tom and held up the newly shaved ginger root.

“Fairly sure she can lube that herself at this point.” Tom told him.

Marcus cackled and reached behind him to produce a second root.  “I aimed to be prepared.  Once for the front and one for the back.”

“Noooooooo….please…not both…pleeeeeease?” Marta begged softly and squirmed.

Marcus had no mercy for this evil stepmother of his daughter.  Inserting one between her swollen and drenched labia, he rubbed it around and she writhed.  Exchanging it for a fresh one, he left that one in place while he inserted the slippery one into her ass without any patience.

“OohhhhGODDddddeeess.” Marta began to wail.

“Care for a drink or two?  Breaking bitches is thirsty work, it seems.” Marcus asked Tom.

They went inside as they heard Marta begin to get louder as the burning sting in both of her orifices began to grow.  They didn’t even finish the first drink before they could hear her from inside the inn now.

“You go one to your girls, Sir.  I’ll have another one or two then put some finishing touches on your work out there.” Marcus took a slow sip and sighed.  “Tastes good.  Tastes like freedom.”

Tom laughed, drained his cup, and left to go find the girls and see if they had found Tabitha.

…to be continued…