Shadows in Mind Ch. 07

Madam's Lucinda, Evelynn and Justina to my office. She sent. Now. She was sure that despite her attempt at being calm, enough of her irritation had entered the sending that she would not be waiting long. As she waited, she stared down at her desk, starring at the wood grain like it offended her.

It was only minutes before she felt a presence approach, and she telepathically called for the woman to enter before she even had a chance to knock. Madam Evelynn entered, looking both curious and annoyed. Evelynn was a tall woman, the tallest in the Estate, nearly seven feet tall. Her hair, purple, was held back in a severe pony tail that reached her waist. Her long, incredibly powerful legs were bare below a dark skirt, and above a stark pair of leather boots. "Yes, Mistress," she reported, without giving away a trace of the irritation Victoria felt.

"You have the new boy tonight?" Victoria asked simply.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good. One of the ladies had a moment of weakness, it seems, and so the new boy is starting over at zero. I want you to make sure he leaves your place as desperate as we was before this little lapse in judgment this morning. Break him, Evelynn. And I have cleared his calendar. You have him over night, until noon tomorrow."

"Is that all Mistress? You did not need to summon me for that. I do not like the boy. You did not need to ask me to break him. He will be broken."

"Thank you," she returned dismissively. As the first woman turned to leave, she sent out permission to enter to the next two women, who had arrived together, as she suspected they might.

Lucinda, as always, was dressed in black leather; six inch heeled boots, tight pants, and a leather vest with more buckles and straps than a restraining table. She looked curious, her red lips pursed. She wore her nearly white hair up, a sure sign she had no plans to visit a slave today.

Justina, the youngest Madame on the estate except for Mara, could have been her opposite. Dark skin, like a dark honey, and plenty of it; she wore a swath of red cloth, nearly transparent, around her small breasts; a tiny matching thong, leaving her firm ass completely visible; and strappy open heels. Justina had dark eyes, dark hair shaven nearly to her scalp, and a dark look that they had been summoned so.

"Ladies," Victoria greeted them. "I have a problem, and require your assistance. One of the lady's here has disobeyed a direct order from me. I wish for her to be punished." She glanced at the older of the two women standing at attention. "Lucinda, I have called you because you know of my delicate situation here, and I require your discretion."

She turned to Justina. "Justina. I need this woman punished. The punishment should last at least eight hours, and I want her broken and begging to listen to instructions from me in the future. Treat her like a slave, but to not permanently harm or scar her in any way. She is still one of us, she just needs a reminder of how things work here. I have asked you, because I know of your relationship with Lucinda. I know that you will do this for her. I also know, that when I tell you to tell no one, you will obey; because if you do not, I will send you away, and make sure all know of your own discretions."

Lucinda frowned. "You do not need to threaten us. You and I have been friends a long time, Victoria, and you know I have never spoken of your situation with Mara. I will not now. And Justina will not either. Because I ask her not to, not because you threaten to out us."

"Of course," Victoria answered. "I just need you to understand how important discretion is here."

"We will do as you ask," Lucinda said. "No one will know of it. When?"

"I do not want to wait. I will have the twins deliver her tomorrow at first bell. Your quarters or hers?"

"Mine," Justina answered instead. "Mistress. My quarters are... Better prepared for this sort of thing. She will never question you again, Mistress. If I may ask? Why do you not just expel her?"

"Shush, Justina." Lucinda interrupted. "We should go." She took the smaller woman's arm, and started leading her towards the door. She glanced back before they stepped through; "We will make sure she understands, Victoria, but we will not hurt her. It will all be ok when we are down with her, I promise."

"Thank you, my friend."

Once the door clicked shut, she sent a summoning to the twins. The two guards arrived almost immediately, not pausing to knock, rushing into the room in case their Mistress was in danger.

"Close the door," she ordered, and one of the two men moved to obey. "Tomorrow, I want you to fetch Mara and deliver her to Madam Justina's quarters." The lack of title was obvious, and even the brothers noticed. "She will resist. You may use force, but only as needed. You may not take advantage. Do you understand?"

Both giant men nodded, and Victoria stood to face them. The damage to pips face had been expertly repaired, she was pleased to see. Unless he opened his mouth to display the missing teeth, she wouldn't even know how close to death the man had been only a couple days earlier. She was pleased, and at the same time felt a flush of rage that the new slave had done such damage to her perfect example of man.

Slowly, she untied her robe and let it fall to the floor. "I need some stress relief," she explained to the twins. "You know what to do. Do not keep me waiting, as I am in a foul temper."

Almost as one, the two moved to remove their breastplates, setting the armor down on the floor. They next removed their thongs, revealing cocks already stirring and ready for attention; both men quickly started to stroke themselves, bringing them both up to their full massive length and thickness; ten inches long, and both as thick as Victoria's wrist. One of the men -Victoria was never sure which was which, without reading their minds - sat on her chair, leaning back. She advanced, and grabbed a bottle from her desk. She squirted some lube on the man's oversized cock, and then reached behind to wet both of her holes. With a leer, she mounted the man, slowly pushing the cock deep into her pussy. The man's face remained impassive, emotionless; they were sex toys, and nothing but, and they knew how she expected them to behave. The man beneath her did not stir in the slightest as she worked his cock in and out of her pussy.

Eventually content, she leaned forward against the mains rock like chest; without a word, the second man approached, and she felt his cock pushing against her now lubricated pussy. Without a sound, he pushed himself into her, slowly; she moaned at the feeling as she was slowly impaled on the two giant sex toys. The man behind her moved so slow, giving her time to stretch and adjust, until he was standing with his hips resting against her bottom.

She reveled in the full feeling for several minutes, shifting just a little here and there, and the warm thickness of the cocks filled her. God, she loved the feeling of being stuffed to the point that absolutely nothing else - not even the littlest pinky toe -would fit inside her along-side the massive manhood of the twins.

Slowly, she started to rock her hips back and forth, just an inch in either direction, and felt the cocks twitch as they slowly shifted and moved inside her. She moaned, the two men remaining silent, as expected. Gradually, she increased the motion, moving further; she pushed herself up and away, about half their length pulling free, before gently pushing herself back down on their meat. She increased the pace, lifting up and pushing back down a little faster; her bangs were now matted against her sweaty forehead, her breasts and tummy glistened with sweat. Faster, she rocked on them. Soon, she was slamming back on their cocks almost violently. She grunted each take she slammed down, their cocks filling her. Her orgasm was drawing near, but still seemed out of reached.

Frustrated, she jabbed into the minds of the men; Fuck me! The physic command was harsh enough she likely had given each of them a massive headache; she could not care less, as long as they both remained silent.

The men obeyed instantly. The man behind her started to fuck her hard, withdrawing almost the entire cock before slamming it back hard enough to make her grunt. The man below her, pinned, did his best to thrust up into her, using his incredible thighs and abdominals to push up against both her weight and that of his brother. The two worked in her like pistons, and she felt her orgasm inch closer. But it still wasn't enough. Everything with Mara had her too angry, too stressed. She cursed, and cursed the young woman.

She reached out into the minds of the twins as they hammered away at her holes, twisting this and manipulating that. She grinned. The man below her - Pip, she know knew -actually flinched, and she felt Tiny twitch in pain. She pushed at their minds more, feeding the pain she was causing; at first both men felt as if they were being stung by dozens of bees. The thrusting continued unabated, and they reminded silent, except the occasion gasp for hiss. And she twisted more, enjoying their pain. Now, it was if hot pokers were stabbing at them, burning and rending the flesh- their pace did not waver, but now both men filled the air with sounds of their howls of pain. But they continued to thrust into her, filling her, and she let the sounds of their suffering fill her with ecstasy. She cried out, as at last the orgasm smashed into her; as soon as the waves of pleasure subsided she shoved Tiny off of her, and dismounted Pip. She sent the men away, her holes dripping and sore, the men un-satisfied and unrelieved.

One of the men had had the audacity to wonder if they would be allowed to cum inside her as she used them- in return for the inappropriate thought, she let the burning pain continue stabbing and tormenting them for another hour after they left. She smiled, as she lay back on the sofa in her office, enjoying the afterglow, letting the throbbing feel in her pussy and ass engulf her, enjoying even the feelings of her juices dribbling out, and down into her ass. She drifted off to sleep, the howls from the men at their station down the hall like a sweet lullaby, urging her to rest.