The Secret in the Shed

"Please," he begged pathetically, eyes welling up with tears as I tried to escape the beating. "Don't. No more. Ahhh fuck. Ow! Stop! Ahhgg! Stop it, stop it, please... Please..."

At last, Master stayed Kitten's hand. She wanted to beat him more. To show him that she wasn't to be fucked with, to put him in his place. But she knew what Master would do to her if she overstepped. Reluctantly, she relinquished her grip on the crop and let Master take it from her. With the crop in hand, Master paced around the pair of subs, looking them both up and down, his expression impossible to read. At last he stopped in front of the slave and knelt down. Grabbing him by the chin he pulled up his head, and saw the tears running down the pathetic boy's red face.

"So. If you can't take a beating. Even from a fucking subby little Kitten. What the fuck are you good for hmm?"

"I..."

"If you can't take a FUCKING BEATING. Why THE FUCK should I keep you here?"

"Please..."

"Give me one fucking reason. Why I shouldn't throw you out of my fucking house. And let you stare through the window while I fuck her senseless instead."

"I can... I'll... Suck you..."

"You'll suck my cock?"

"Yes..."

"Yes FUCKING WHAT?"

"Yes... Master"

"Are you going to suck my fucking cock slave?"

"Yes Master"

"Are you going to do a better job than my Kitten?"

"I... I don't know how good she is at it, Master. I'll try, Master."

"I fucking doubt it!" Kitten laughed, but she soon shut up again when she looked down at Master and saw him scowl.

"Then get off of her fucking lap. Get on your knees. And open your fucking mouth little a good little whore.

The slave began to sheepishly lift himself from Kittens lap, but before he got a chance Kitten shoved him onto the floor with a thud. He scowled at her, but suppressed the urge to lash out. She scared him. And Master fucking terrified him. Getting to his knees with a groan, he shuffled away from the girl and mentally prepared himself. He didn't have long though, Master impatiently strode up to him, pulling his semi-erect cock from his jeans and holding it in his hand.

Gingerly, the slave wrapped his fingers around it and began to stroke it, feeling it grow longer and harder and thicker. Master's strong hand ran through the slave's hair to the back of his head, and without a word it ordered him. Steeling himself, the slave stretched open his mouth and took in his Master's cock. His teeth bounced off of the shaft as he clumsily struggled to suck it, but Master didn't relent. With a firm grip he forced it further into slaves mouth, making him gag and bringing tears to his eyes.

Kitten couldn't help but smile as she watched. She knew nobody could compete with her, that she was her Master's favourite. Why was he even being so nice to this newbie? He'd never be so forgiving with her. Grumpily, Master pulled his cock from the slave's mouth, and slapped him across the face, making him groan.

"Do. Fucking. Better." Master growled, noticeably frustrated.

"I, I'm sorry. It's been a while. It's... Intimidating."

"I don't fucking want excuses." He snapped back. "I want to cum down your fucking throat."

"Y-yes Master." With renewed enthusiasm, or perhaps fear of what would happen if he didn't do a good job, the slave licked Master's shaft from base to tip. His hands began to stroke it quickly as his tongue licked and lubricated. The scowl quickly disappeared from Master's lips, replaced gradually by a smile as the slave's nimble tongue flicked at the head and his firm hands worked the shaft. Again Master's hands returned to the slave's head, but guided, rather than forced. Slowly Master pushed slave to take it in his mouth, and he tried. Stretching his jaw wide, he covered his teeth with his lips and formed a seal, sucking and bobbing, desperate to please his Master. But Master got rough again, his grip on the slave's hair grew tighter and he forced him to go faster, to take him deeper. The slave tried to keep up, tried to keep his rythm and suppress his gag reflex, but as Master's cock slammed into the back of his throat he couldn't help but gag hard. His whole body convulsed and his lips slipped, letting his teeth impact Master's shaft.

"Fucking useless!" Master cursed as he withdrew his cock from the slaves mouth and slapped him, sending him reeling backwards. His attention changed to the girl now, his eyes frustrated and full of fire. "Get on your fucking knees in front of me slut, and show this worthless cunt how to fucking serve a man."

"Nope." She giggled, looking him up and down. "Are you frustrated? Shame. Maybe you should have thought about that before you brought some PATHETIC LITTLE BOY IN TO PLAY WITH YOU INSTEAD OF ME." Without a word, without bothering to put himself back into his jeans, Master strode forward and grabbed Kitten by her collar, yanking her hard from her chair.

"You will do. EXACTLY. What I fucking say. When I say. Or so fucking help me I will tie you over that chair and let him fucking breed you like a dog. Do you fucking understand that, cunt?"

"Fuck. You." Kitten spat back, angered by the thought of anyone but her Master using her like that. She lashed out at Master's face and her claws caught him on the cheek, leaving a red line deep enough to draw blood.

Furiously, Master threw her to the ground with a grunt before pulling her back up by her arms and forcing her down onto the chair. She groaned and swore as her body slammed into the wood, winding her slightly. In an instant her Master had his belt off and had tied it around her wrists, fastening them to the back legs of the chair as her stomach was pressed into the top of the backrest.

"Get the fuck over here, slave!" His voice boomed as he pulled down Kittens underwear to expose her.

The slave hastily and excitedly scrambled over, the pain in his face apparently forgotten. His cock was rock hard and his eyes were locked on the prize: the struggling body of Kitten tied up for him to use. Gripping the slave's cock in his own hand, Master guided it forcefully towards Kitten's hole. When she felt it get close, she kicked out, striking the slave in the thigh and sending him tumbling, before she struggled with enough force to break free of Master's grip and tumble, still tied to the chair, across the floor. The wooden chair legs flew up and Master had to jump out of their way, stumbling over the slave as he did and they both ended up in a pile on the floor. In an instant he was back on his feet, and had dragged Kitten back up to hers. Somehow in the tumble her wrists had escaped his makeshift ties.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" He screamed in his face. He'd shouted at her before, but never like this. It was terrifying. And it sent sparks shooting through her body, bringing frightened tears to her eyes. Before she could answer, his hand shot to her throat, gripping it tight, holding her firmly as he stared her down, the anger in his eyes burning hot as hers began to water.

"I... I'm sorry Master," she whimpered, "I don't want him to- I don't want him. I'll be good for you. But only for you."

Master touched the cut on his face, inspecting the blood smeared on his fingertip as he considered what to do. After a moment that felt like an age, he looked back at her.

"Then get on your knees, and show him, on me, how to be a good little whore." His voice was suddenly unusually calm and collected, but then switched to a deep imposing growl. "Or I swear to god, I will force you to take him."

"Y-yes Master." Her voice was fearful and resigned. She wanted to fight him more, she thought about running away, but she knew there was nowhere to go, and she knew that he made promises, not idle threats. Especially now. She blinked hard, steeling herself, before sinking to her knees as Master's grip released. Her knees hit the cold floor, and she came face to face with Master's hard cock, still slick with the slave's saliva. Grasping the base of the shaft in her hand, she slowly opened her mouth and took it in. The Slave had dragged himself back to his knees, back to Master's side, from there he watched excitedly, his own dick standing firmly to attention as the girl expertly sucked on Master's cock. She must have been doing a good job, because already, Master was groaning deeply and lightly grabbing handfuls of her hair. The slave squirmed where he sat, becoming uncomfortably excited by Master's groaning and cursing as Kitten sucked and slurped on his cock. Slave never took his eyes off of her, but she kept hers closed, as if slave couldn't see her if she couldn't see him.

"Oh fuck Kitten... This feels so good..." Master sighed deeply. It was too much for the slave to take, he couldn't just watch, he wanted it for himself. He needed it. Unable to control himself any longer, be dove on her as she pulled away to take a breath.

His body slammed into hers, throwing her across the ground as his nails dug into her skin. Kitten squealed with shock and grunted as she felt the impact. Instantly her claws shot to his face, leaving deep scratches down the slaves cheek. But that didn't dissuade him, his hand wrapped around her throat and began to squeeze as his other tried in vain to pin her struggling hands above her head. The two rolled across the floor, hitting and clawing at each other until Master let out a loud angry groan: he hadn't got to finish, and now he was even more frustrated. He tucked his still-hard cock back into his trousers as the slave managed to pin Kitten up against a wall, with his hand between her legs.

"You're going to take my fucking cock you little whore," the slave growled in her face. "Fucking suck it or I'll bend you over and fuck you." With a strong hand he manages to force her to her knees, bringing her level with his throbbing member. She closes her eyes tight so she doesn't have to look at it, and tries to pull away. "Suck it you fu-" The slave's sentence is cut short by Master grabbing him hard from behind and throwing him across the room with a clatter and thud. She didn't see what happened, but she heard the slave squeal as he felt the impact of Master's hand on his bare skin. And she heard the thud as the slave hit the floor. When she again felt able to open her eyes, she saw Master dragging him back up to his feet by his hair.

"FUCK. YOU. CUNT" He screamed in the slave's face, each word punctuated by a slap. "NEVER. TOUCH. MY. FUCKING. WHORE." The last slap sent him tumbling backwards as Master released the grip on hair.

Kitten managed to pick herself up and backed away from her Master, not wanting to get in the way of his rampage. This wasn't how the night was meant to go, she thought to herself. Master hasn't even glanced at her, so focused is he on the pathetic slave cowering against the wall.

"Do you think you can fucking do that?" Master snarls, "Do you think you can touch, grab and take whatever you fucking want, cunt?" Grabbing the spluttering slave by the shoulder, Master spun him around and pressed his face hard against the paint. "The only thing you'll be taking is my fucking cock." Master sank his teeth hard into the Slave's neck, and he let out a pained scream as he struggled pointlessly.

"No, please, not from behind, I'm not- I haven't- you-I-no... no..."

Master laughed evilly and looked over to the girl with a sly smirk and a raised eyebrow.

"What do you think, Kitten? What should we do with him?"

"Fuck him."

The slaves eyes grew wide with fear as he realised there was no point in struggling against what was about to happen. His mouth opened to protest, but he wasn't able to make a sound. Reaching around, Master grabbed the slaves cock with a firm hand.

"Oh look, you're so fucking hard, you must be enjoying yourself eh?" The slave only whimpered in reply, and whimpered more and more as Master's hand moved away from his shaft, and round to slide a finger into his ass. And then another. Working him, stretching him, preparing him to take his thick cock.

"Kitten?" Master asked, turning his head to look at the girl who was busy fiddling with the lace of her corset, trying to tie it all back up properly.

"Yes, Master?"

"Go and get me some lube out of the cupboard. As much as I want to break this little cunt already, I do still want to have more fun with him later."

Kitten knelt at the feet of her Master, as Master held the slave in position. Excitedly, she squirted a dollop of the lube out onto Master's hand, and smiled as the slave shuddered on feeling the still cold gel being applied to his hole. As Master did that, Kitten applied it to his cock, warming it in her hands before gently applying a thick layer to the full length. Part of her brain told her to open her mouth and suck him, that's what he always wanted when he stood over her hard and ready. It was strange for her to be preparing him for someone else, to know that very soon his cock was going to be deep inside someone else. Especially when he hadn't fucker her with it in so long... She felt a pang of jealousy and a wave of need wash over her, but suppressed it. She was determined to be good, to win her Master's attention, no matter who else he brought to play.

"Thank you Kitten, you can go back to your seat now."

She smiled and turned away, walking back to her seat. As she turned her back, she heard the slave groan a deep, pained moan, and she smiled. It always hurt at first, but hurting is what the cunt deserved after what he'd done. And she knew how good it felt when you got into it. As Master fucked him faster, slaves grunts did turn more into pants and moans. She could feel the power in her Master from here, the way the slave's body sways and bucked with every thrust. The way he made him groan and grunt and claw at the wall. The way Master pulled him into every movement.

"Maybe I can convince Master to fuck me in the ass as a punishment..." she thought, her mind running a little wild at the sights and sounds. "It's been a while... but... even if he is so... big..." Her mind suddenly snapped back to the present when she heard Master's voice.

"Do you fucking like that you little cunt?" He shouted at his new toy.

"Yes." the slave grunted through gritted teeth.

"Yes fucking WHAT?" Master's hand swung and he spanked him with enough force to make even Kitten jump.

"Yes. Fuck. Master." The slave forced the words out between groans and deep raspy breaths.

"Your ass feels so fucking good. So tight. Maybe you are fucking good for something after all."

To occupy her hands, Kitten fiddled with the fastenings of her corset as she heard the other two groaning more and more as Master fucked faster and harder. The slaves' grunts were so pathetic, and Master was so rough, that she could hardly bear to watch. Whenever she did look up, she felt the need inside her grow. She wanted that. What he was getting. What that disgusting impatient cunt was getting should have been hers. So instead, she focused on making sure every part of her was held exactly perfectly by the corset, that her breasts looked as full and as round as they ever had, that her waist looked as tiny as possible and her stomach was perfectly flat. Maybe, if he was going to fuck this other piece of shit, she'd have to make herself absolutely irresistible to get what she wanted. Not that that was hard for her: her Master could never resist her charm for long.

By the time she was satisfied, she could tell Master was getting close. His breathing was deep and fast. And she could see his hands gripping so tight they were leaving deep red marks wherever they touched.

"Fuck... Fuck..." Master groaned, grabbing a handful of the slave's hair and pulling him in hard. As his teeth sank into the slave's neck, he let out one last deep groan and exploded, his body shuddering. Satisfied, and still panting, Master released his grip on the slave and let him fall, whimpering, to the floor. What a sight that was, Kitten though: her Master's cock dripping with cum and lube, a used up toy lying cowering at his feet, Master's cum leaking out of him down his shaking legs, his hard cock in his hand.

"Don't fucking touch your cock in front of me you pervy cunt!" Kitten screamed, and the slave hastily withdrew his hand.

"I... I'm sorry... He... being fucked like that.. It... so much... I need to...please..."

"Slaves. Don't get. To cum." Kitten barked, channeling all the times her Master had told her that.

Master gave an evil chuckle, and looked at his sub almost proudly. "Did you enjoy that, Kitten?"

Kitten slinked off her chair and crawled up to him on her hands and knees as he wiped the mess from himself with some baby wipes.

"Yes Master..." She smiled, "do you feel better now?"

Gently gripping her chin, he pulled her up into a rough, passionate kiss. "Much better," he purred in her ear.

"Did I... Did I do good?" The slave asked pathetically, gingerly reaching for a wipe to clean himself with.

"You've earned another chance. But don't fucking act up again or you'll be gone. Not before we fucking beat you until you cry though. Understand that, cunt?"

"Y-yes Master."

Again Master's attention turned to the girl, who had obediently sank back into position on her knees as soon as she'd been released. "You're so gorgeous..." He purred as he caressed her face. "I'm so sorry that that insolent little cunt didn't respect you. Maybe I can make you feel a little better..." A sly smile appeared on his lips. Pulling her up by her collar, Master pushed himself onto her, kissing her hard. She returned the embrace, gripping him with her hands and her legs as they stumbled backwards, finally ending up with her pinned against the wall. His hands wandered as their tongues intertwined. Purring, she pulled him harder against her body, and moaned into his mouth as his fingers found the wet spot on her underwear. For a moment he left it there, letting her grind uncontrollably against his touch, before he pulled away.

"Well slave," he asked, flushed red in the face. "Will you come and play some more?"

Kitten didn't even look at the mess of a man lying on the floor, she just stared longingly at her Master, a slight pout on her face as she untangled herself from him.

"If... she'll let me. I want to... but I can't take another beating like that... I can't take your cock again... But I want to play. I want her. I want her so bad. My whole body hurts, my cock is aching, fuck, I want a release so bad I'm so built up I need it fuck." His words were falling out of his mouth faster than he could form them. His cock stood swollen and erect, desperate for attention as he pulled himself off the floor and onto his knees. "Master..." He added shakily to the end of his plea.

Master pulled the girl back into a tight embrace, and kissed her softly on the back of the neck as they both inspected the new fuck-toy cowering before them.

"Careful now," Master warned him, "you don't get to fucking touch her. Certainly not without my permission, or hers. She serves me only. She's mine. Understand?" The slave nodded. "What do you think Kitten, can he stay? Please?"

Hearing her Master say please was unusual, especially when it wasn't part of some horrible threat... "He's so much fun." His voice was a growl now, the lust dripping off every word. It was a sound she knew well. A sound she adored.

"Fine." She agreed. "But you do remember who your Kitten is, right Master?"

Spinning her around, Master gently pulled up her head with a single finger. "Yes Kitten," he purred. "You are my Kitten. My favourite fucking thing in the whole wide world. You are the best and nobody will ever, could ever, replace you."

Master gestured for the slave to come forward, and he began to get to his feet with a smile. But before he could, Kitten ordered

"Crawl." With an evil giggle, and the slave dropped back to his knees. Master shot her an evil look, and instantly she again fell silent.