A Fucking Investment Ch. 17

I looked at my fingers. They were smeared with a creamy white sauce. I tasted them with the tip of my tongue. It was acrid and sweet at once. I held them up. Bethlynn stared at them then, with a casual motion, she moved close and leaned into my hand. She inhaled, eyes closing. I glanced at Jeri. The woman was panting, her great breasts swayed with each heave of her chest, her arms captured above her head, wide and secure. Her nude body shimmered with her erotic thrall. I'd finally captured Jeri Lewis. Bethlynn's hand grasped my wrist and she licked and sucked my fingers clean. Finished, she stepped back. I felt the odd pleasure of being an intermediary between the two women.

"Misther Gale?" Bethlynn's lisp roused me from my erotic reverie.

"Yes?" She extended her arm. In her hand she held a stainless steel bar like the one over Jeri's head holding her arms with similar cuffs on it.

"For herth legsth." Bethlynn whispered, the lisp charging her words with a curious erotic feel. She didn't wait for me to respond but moved around behind Mrs. Lewis. "Sthpread 'em, honey." She said, her voice was velvet hard, a command that Jeri did not dare resist and she didn't. Bethlynn knelt at her left ankle and fastened a cuff around it. She moved to the right leg, pushed on it so that Jeri had to stretch, almost losing her purchase on the floor her legs were so wide. Bethlynn fastened her into it and then stood up. She went to the control panel and hit another button and the upper bar lowered a bit.

Jeri Lewis stood with her arms wide over head, and her feet spread, forming the best erotic version of Da Vinci's Man...proving that a human body was a wide as it was tall in reach. His figure didn't have Jeri's tits though! Even classic art can be improved upon it seems. Bethlynn picked up something from the table against the wall. It was a short handle about a foot long with a mop made of some sort of soft material each about an inch wide. It dangled from her hand about three feet. I stared at it, then glanced at Jeri. She glanced at me but then licked her lips and her eyes returned to Bethlynn.

"Thisth isth a flogger. It will prepare youth for what is next." She walked over to Jeri and began to flick it at the nude woman. Jeri flinched the first few times it struck her. After a while though, she seemed to settle into the sensations as they brushed and slapped on her body. Bethlynn increased the force and Jeri didn't flinch but seemed to writhe under the flying tangle of soft straps. Bethlynn struck Jeri's belly, ass, legs and back, up and down, all around. Something about Jeri's stance suggested she was growing more and more desirous of something, until finally she spoke her desire.

"God, Bethlynn, the boobs! Hit my boobs with that thing!" Bethlynn stopped, the flogger dangling from her hand. She moved the flogger to the left hand and with the right, slapped Jeri soundly across her right cheek.

"Bitchth, do not sthpeak unlessth sthpoken too and for fucksth sthake, don't ever give me an order. Ever." Bethlynn slapped the bigger woman much harder this time. "Understhand?"

Jeri's head wobbling from the slap drooped, her long, straight chestnut hair covered most of her face.

"Yes. I understand." She whispered. "Oh God. Oh my god, how do you know?"

I glanced at Bethlynn and saw her smile. What had once been the sweet smile of a shy woman now seemed completely rapacious. Had Jeri been watching, she'd surely have shuddered. I did. I couldn't tell if it was fear for Jeri or simply arousal. I'd certainly heard of such things, whips and chains and bad checks...but I had never been in the presence of this sort of thing. It always seemed abusive and the violence that bubbled under the surface frankly frightened me. It seems strange that such a thing was out of my ken but it was...I'd avoided it and now, unaccountably, I was face to face with it.

"Want to thry?" Bethlynn asked, extending the flogger towards me. I flinched like she was offering me her pet cobra. I shook my head. She shrugged and struck Jeri hard across her breasts. Jeri groaned, jerking her head back to clear her hair from her tits. Bethlynn struck her again. The flogger left no marks and the tendrils were light enough they surely made little impact but they definitely created a sensation on Mrs. Lewis porcelain skin. Her body twisted and turned but it was far from clear if she was trying to move away from the swipe of the flogger or present other parts of her body to it to get its licking goodness too.

Bethlynn circled the nude woman twice. Bethlynn's nipples grew hard and erect...the nipples were longer than usual and prominent enough to droop as they elongated. She finished with the flogger and turned away. She touched a switch and a full spot touched the nude woman with blaring brightness. Jeri panted, sweat beaded on her brow, sparkling when she looked up. I moved over to her and wiped it away from her eyes. She looked at me, thankfulness in her gaze, eyes glinting. I kissed her and she kissed with a desperation and need that surprised and aroused me.

"Are you alright?" I whispered, hoping my nervous excitement did not bleed into my tone.

"Yes, Mr. Gale." She whispered.

I nodded and stepped back. I confess I had no wish to let either woman see my qualms about this entire situation. I felt...queasy is too strong but my stomach was twisting and I had little desire for what I feared would follow...ignoring the fact that my cock was erect as a cemetery monument stone. Bethlynn turned to face us. She held a long willowy cane in her right hand. She walked to the side of Jeri and snapped the thin cane in the air once then laid it onto Jeri's belly. Jeri did not have a paunch. Her stomach was concave or appeared so under the canopy of her voluminous ribs upon which perched her grand breasts, stout and upright. Her pelvis outlined her abdomen and crotch but her legs were full and voluptuous so she seemed to be tits and legs with a lean structure between. A tuft of copper hair crowned the slice of her cunt between her ivory legs.

The cane left a light pink line just above Jeri's belly button.

"Oh, oh god's galoshes!" Jeri whispered, her voice a tense mixture of anxiety and passion. Her brow crinkled, looking down over her tits, trying to see her belly. If Bethlynn had not struck her so much harder that she bucked and yelped, I might have been amused. When the cane fell that second time, I moved around and caught Bethlynn's arm before she could strike the helpless woman a third time.

"No, now you must stop!" I growled. "I won't permit this." My voice sounded steady and sure but inside I was quaking. I'd never seen this sort of thing before or god, even imagined it and I was appalled as I thought I should be. Bile boiled in my stomach...but still, my cock remained hard. "Stop." I muttered again. Bethlynn did not resist me in any way. She merely smiled a supercilious smile and held still. I felt it then, the uncomfortable sensation that this woman could go where I dared not go, that I'd hold back and hover at the boundary she so nonchalantly sauntered past, unafraid and unaffected by it. Her next words were what saved me, because in a moment I would have proved myself fully craven and put an end to the whole scene.

"She likesh itsth, Josthua. Asthk her." When I released her wrist, Bethlynn simply let her arm drift down past her bare breasts to her side still holding the evil looking but slight cane in her hand. I turned to Jeri, hiding my trepidation and steeling my voice.

"Well, Mrs. Lewis?" I asked.

"Feel her cunt." Bethlynn whispered.

"Oh my god!" Jeri breathed, her head drooping again, she didn't want to look at me, I felt that. Something was happening here and it was changing me, unraveling my entire conviction about this.

"She likesth the pain, Josthua. Asthk her. Feel her cunt." Despite the directive in her words, Bethlynn's lisp made it sound shy and appealing so I did. I cupped the cunt that had been lately but moist, even dry because Jeri's thong had soaked up all she had to offer and all I had left inside her. Now, when my hand pressed against her slit, it welled with her rich fluid. It pooled in my palm. Jeri groaned as the evidence leaked out of her. I disbelieved it even then. The body may lie about what we love, can't it?

"Jeri, is that true? Do you like the pain?" I said, my voice preternaturally calm. When Jeri neither spoke nor even lifted her head, Bethlynn moved to her side, gripped a knot of her hair in one hand and lifted Jeri's head. Mrs. Lewis was barely standing, nearly hanging from the cuffs, her legs almost useless. Bethlynn shook Jeri's head. Jeri's eyes wobbled in her head. For a moment, no one spoke. Bethlynn shook the woman's head again. Jeri's eyes seemed to still and with concentrated effort, she focused them on me.

"What?" She whispered.

"Do you like the pain, like she says?" I asked. Jeri tried to move her head but Bethlynn held it still. Jeri used her melodious voice.

"Oh my god, yes, Mr. Gale. I, god, you felt my cunt. I feel like my insides are flowing out of me, turned to liquid and tingling inside me while I tremble." She flinched then, jerking and tightening her legs. She stood a bit straighter but with little movement. "Let her do it, please. I want, god I want to." She tried to turn her head again but failing, flicked her eyes at Bethlynn. "God, Beth, how did you know? I mean, I...I...wondered but you knew, didn't you?"

Bethlynn did not smile or move. She released her hold on Jeri's hair and stepped back. She flicked the willowy cane in her hand again. It sang in the air.

"You wanth to feel it, Mithssusth Lewisth?" Bethlynn asked not looking at the other woman but watching the cane as it cut the air.

"God yes!" Jeri breathed the words like they were a curse and a joy at once.

The cane whistled through the air and struck Jeri across the middle, right at the points of both ribs. A pinkish line appeared on that perfectly clear skin, dotted here and there with dark little moles.

"No, stop it!" I grunted. My head swam, my eyes watered. I was intensely something but I could not tell if I wanted to see the woman caned more or if I meant to stop it. My brain rescued me while my body twisted in the crosswinds of indecision and confusion. The perfect explanation arrived to rescue me so as not to make me seem a gutless wonder, even to myself...if it is gutless to not want to see a woman writhe in painful ecstasy.

"No." I said again. "Jeri will be on stage next week. I don't want her all marked up." Bethlynn hesitated. Jeri's head swiveled and lifted, her eyes cleared and she latched her gaze onto me like a grappling hook.

"Next week?" Jeri breathed, her eyes glittered with her desire. "Naked again?" I smiled at the obvious delight bubbling inside her and at the plan I had for her, contrary to today's rehearsal. I nodded, to answer one part of her inquiry, the digital part that would not be a lie, but leaving the emotional part that she had spent such trouble hiding from her world, even while her lust was often evident.

"Next Saturday. I'm making preparations now." I made a mental note to call Crowley and set them into motion, because for now, they were only in my mind. I had a different thought and voiced it. "How soon will that mark fade?" Bethlynn's eyes unfocused as she sought the answer.

"A few daysth, if I am light on her." She chuckled then, a sound utterly inconsistent with Bethlynn's usual demeanor. "Sthe'll beg for more, but I won'th give ith to her. She needsth the pain...but I'll mark her up to sthow you how it looksth. Then, Misther Gale, you musth fuck her."

I shivered. I watched Bethlynn lay the cane to Jeri's body. Bethlynn marked her stomach first, with incredible precision. Light little strikes but hard enough to leave distinct welts. It must have hurt but Jeri only gasped and hissed. Her penchant for sarcasm and argument seemed to have vanished into the gloom of the room. The spotlight shown on her so when she began to sweat, she glistened like she'd been greased.

My uneasiness grew but at the same time I endured a dual response that unsettled me. Of course there was the sexual response to seeing this beautiful, nude woman hanging before us, taking the punishment, enduring the pain with an obviously increasing arousal suffusing her body. She even hissed "Yes" from time to time as the cane touched her skin and puckered it. When Bethlynn hesitated, Jeri would lift her head and look around, eyes glazed with her erotic daze, licking her lips like she'd been feeding and had the meal removed out of her reach.

The other thing that affected me was the artistic precision of Bethlynn's motions. The lines appeared on Jeri's stomach in perfect formation, straight and true, evenly spaced so that her belly glowed pink as it was covered yet with the shimmer of her white skin between the little welts. I was entranced by the precision, the care, the delicate pattern that formed, broken only by the divot of Jeri's belly button. Bethlynn displayed an amazing skill with the little cane and its stinging impact on Jeri's skin.

Bethlynn stopped when Jeri orgasmed the first time. I watched with both amazement and relief...oh, and some amount of jealous chagrin for it was beyond me to imagine that I could ever draw out the wracking, sobbing, gurgling climax that Jeri displayed in response to the caning. Mrs. Lewis bucked once and then keened at the ceiling and the heavens beyond...Her head raised and her hair shimmered as she shook and quivered with the orgasm...I knew it was that because she repeated, "Cumming! Cumming! Cumming" in her mellifluous voice while it possessed her. Bethlynn stopped her ministrations, letting Jeri buck and quake through her orgasm without interference. Jeri did buck and quake until she fairly dangled from her restrains. Her thighs glistened and her fluid dripped from her cunt, making a little pool under the spreader bar between her legs.

I was all twisted up inside.

I couldn't look away, dared not leave. I couldn't show that sort of weakness, I thought, because I owned both these women and Bethlynn, in all her lisping shyness could not could not be seen as superior to me...I just couldn't stomach that, irrespective of what anyone else thought, I had to remain rooted in place like a soldier on guard until this passed me by. At the same time, I felt waves of erotic satisfaction emanating from Mrs. Lewis. Anytime her eyes found mine, she seemed to be messaging me but she was far from clear. If she felt distress, I imagined it was like mine, unnerved by her body's response to the pain she was feeling. When the orgasm overtook her, she surrendered to it completely and shook and bucked, her voice singing an hallelujah, wordless but unmistakable.

In the lee of that orgasm, Bethlynn turned to me and offered me the little wispy cane in her hand.

"Misther Gale, sthe isth your sthlut. You sthould mark her yoursthelf."

I wanted to refuse the offer, to remain unaffected and unattracted by what I was witnessing but my masculine sense of domination overwhelmed me and I took the cane. I felt dirty as the elation rose in me. The two feelings warred, battling like the white and black dog, growling inside me, immobilizing me, so that I stood staring at Jeri's shivering body. Jeri raised her head, her chestnut hair sticking to her sweating brow. Her eyes were feverish and she said the one thing that unhinged me completely. Those overheated eyes did not look at me, they fixed on the cane in my hand.

"Please!"

The plea issuing from her rich lips and that look in her eyes made me straighten my back and will myself to move...to no avail.

"Misther Gale, perhapsth you might like to mark her assth?" Bethlynn reached out and took me by the elbow and led me behind Jeri. I realized then I wasn't searching Jeri's eyes for some sign that she was distressed so I could rescue her and take her home with me away from all this erotic confusion, I was staring at her nipples glowing red even as her white flesh pinked up on both breasts even though they went untouched.

"Her assth." Bethlynn whispered.

I shuddered like I was cold but I identified the flush of adrenaline flooding my bloodstream and amping up every nerve in my body. I closed my eyes, mastered myself as I'd learned to do in business negotiations when they lurched into the ditch, and imagined striking Jeri's perfect, white ass with the cane in my hand. I opened my eyes, and I struck her hard, far harder than I'd intended.

Jeri bucked, her hissing was loud, like a release of steam in a boiler room. When she spoke, it broke my trance.

"God, Josh, again, god please, like that again!" Her voice warbled with what I labeled as "need", but it was full of passion and desire and lust all woven together into a single note and tone. "Again, please, Master!"

Master!

That word got to me and something in me either switched on or switched off. I struck her ass four or five more times, with increasing ferocity until Jeri was screaming, loudly. No, not just loudly, but with a banshee's shrill lunacy that bubbles paint and makes sound into pain that you feel in your marrow.

Bethlynn's hand on my wrist stopped me.

"No, sthir." She whispered. "Too hard. Thosthe marksth will not fade now."

I stared at Jeri's ass and felt ashamed. Not only had I raised violent scarlet welts on her ass but they were haphazard, crisscrossing her bulging ass cheeks in a chaotic display of my unfettered passion vented on her with the evil little wand in my hand. Bethlynn opened my hand and took it away from me. I felt, childish, infantile and the feeling irked me. I wanted to shout and rage against the storm but instead I stepped back. Grace under pressure was my mother's mantra and she insisted that whenever I found someone who exceeded me in some way, that I honored them and their talent. That insight served me well in my life.

Unaccountably, I felt a terrible longing for my parents, a feeling of being small again, protected and yet I knew that was all gone, vanished in the fire of a disaster that took them from me. It's odd how such longing can arise in you at nearly anytime...the desire to have something you know is impossible but at the same time, it remains alight in you, burning brightly. Instead of raging at the frustration of not having what I wanted, I kept that desire alive because it told me clearly that I could desire things and not have them and survive the experience. Desire, my father told me many times, is a pleasure we often forget to enjoy because we refuse it unless and until we know that we can satisfy it. That is wrong...desire is to be cherished independently of satisfying its demanding lust. That means, when we do pursue a desire, it is by choice, not mere animalistic need.

"Let me, Misther Gale, I will give her what sthe desthiresth but leave her clear for her performancthe nexth week."

Bethlynn was as good as her word. She laid that cane onto Jeri's body from knees to neck front and back. When she finished, Jeri was indeed begging to be struck harder and her pussy was leaking onto the floor and down both thighs, stretched to the side as they were. She groaned, she writhed. Her body glowed pink with light pink welts, all well placed straight lines like she'd been louvered from the inside, except for my canted and lurching lines that showed on Jeri's ass like an emblem. Bethlynn's artistry made my clumsy work appear intentional and beautiful, like I'd signed a work of art. Jeri writhed under the cane but never once begged for it to stop, not once.

Finally, Bethlynn relented. Jeri's sobbing cries for more and harder, silenced when Bethlynn growled at her and slapped her cheek playfully. Bethlynn then kissed Jeri and bent lower and suckled each nipple. Jeri groaned and writhed more. Her body seemed alive with movement but she could barely move at all, stretched and spread as she was. She was helpless and contrary to my expectation that she'd curse and threaten, she cooed and groaned, moaned and cried for more throughout. I stood watching, unable to take my eyes off the nude woman and her tormentor. Every urge in me wanted to stop it, well, except my hard cock and the mental acuity that told me over and over again that Jeri Lewis loved the pain she was experiencing since her voice and body both seemed to agree. So I waited and watched.