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THREE

Emma quailed under their strong gaze, shaking slightly but taking great comfort from Frank. She felt for him; she really did. Two Masters… both men, both sadistic, from what she could see. She basked in his touch but shirked from the gaze of the three men. She was dressed in little, but still felt naked and humiliated, especially because she'd gone down on Bob before them.

"Frankie, step away." Gerard's voice was cold and unfeeling, but his eyes were daggers and the slave boy humbly, regretfully, left Emma's side, fingers brushing her hand encouragingly as he moved behind one of his Masters. Gerard stepped in front of her, seeming to tower over her as she quaked slightly in her fear. He jerked her head forward, inspecting her face and whispered harsh words.

"This is going to be painful," he smirked, eyes gleaming in anticipation. "I'm going to break you down to nothing and bring you back, push your limits and test your strength. And you'll learn your place, but I honestly hope you don't… I'm itching to whip you into shape." He turned back to Bob, asking, "You got ropes, toys? Anything?"

"I have rope, but nothing else." Bob looked slightly ashamed, but defiant. "I hadn't expected to actually buy her."

"Well then," Gerard said, clapping his hands together and turning back to Frank. "Go get the bag. Now, boy." Frank immediately raced through to the foyer, grabbing a large duffel bag that seemed to bulge in many different places. He handed it to Gerard, who nodded in recognition.

"Would you like to watch, Bob? Mikey, I know you do, and Frank will stay with Mikey if things get too hot," Gerard giggled, watching Frank swallow nervously, eyes darting to the door and back.

"I'd love to watch," Bob smirked.

"Excellent!" Gerard said, smiling broadly. "Let's get this bitch to the bedroom." His hand slithered up Emma's chest, gripping the white tie she wore and pulling her, watching her stumble forward. He thrust his bag into Frank's arms, and proceeded to drag Emma up to Bob's room, Bob and Mikey following behind, Frank bringing up the rear, clutching the heavy bag in his arms. At the doorway of the bedroom, Gerard smirked as he unknotted the tie letting it slither to the ground with a silky rushing sound.

"Clothes," he drawled, "are forbidden from this point on… or until ordered to redress." He chuckled darkly, quickly unbuttoning her shirt and unbuckling her bra. Mikey watched, licking his lips at the sight of her breasts. They were perky-looking, firm, and small, perhaps a bit more than a handful. They suited her well, and he imagined them as hard pink nubs, his tongue laving slowly against the hardened nipple. He moaned quietly, rubbing himself gently through his jeans. His brother stripped without impunity, leading the slave girl to the bed. Gerard motioned for Frank, who reluctantly stepped forward with the bag. Gerard snatched it, unzipping it and rifling through, searching before he came to a handful of vinyl ropes. He ordered Emma on the bed, his member stirring at what he was about to do.

"On your hands and knees," he ordered lustily, tongue running slowly his lips as she hesitantly obeyed. He slung the ropes around her wrists, knotting them and tying them before her to the bedposts, securing her in a doggy-style position. Her firm, pale ass was high in the air, displaying all of her feminine glory to the room, much to the pleasure of all three Masters. To Frank, however, it was not important that she was baring all, but the fact of what was about to be done. He winced as Gerard climbed up behind her, hazel eyes shining evilly as he stroked her slit, watching her wetness slowly come to.

Emma shut her eyes, preferring to pretend she was somewhere else as her body betrayed her true emotions. In her heart, she hated the men, loathed but loved what they were doing to her. His finger felt good, but in a few moments, she knew it wouldn't. And as Gerard's hand came down over her bottom with a harsh smack at the same instant he plunged a finger in, she knew she was right. A piercing shriek left her mouth; her pain fused with the minimal pleasure drawing away conscious thought. Her bottom stung, but her pussy purred. She screamed again as the action was repeated, his knuckle cracking against her flesh. He hooked his finger, his nail gently scraping against her hidden spot, and Emma felt herself coming undone. She moaned as Gerard struck her again, pressing against her spot of sensitive nerves, drawing a half-scream, half-moan from her prettily puckered lips.

"Ooh, Bob," Gerard panted, licking his lips at the bared slave girl, pushing against his finger, lubricating him with her sweetly scented dew. "You picked a girl in season." He licked the nape of her neck as his hand flew down again, a second finger added to her wet warmth, opening her up and releasing a sweet moan.

Emma was somewhere between Heaven and Hell with his fingers within her, bringing up a rush-tide of sexual desires but diminishing it with the ferocity of his spanks. Her body lingered in the depths of a needful ache and thrashed in a sea desperately escaping the pain. And as his knuckle cracked against her red ass and sensually stroked her insides, Emma's string of thoughts broke into a jumbled mess. She no longer cared for the pain, so long as the pleasure was so good. She pushed against him, longing for more, but to her sheer disappointment, he pulled away.

"Be still, kitten," he reprimanded, tapping her ass lightly. She stopped moving and he smirked, caressing his throbbing erection. He positioned himself, gripping her slender hips as his cock stroked her dampened slit. Emma trembled beneath the touch, desperate to feel. Gerard panted over her bare back and he rocked his hips forward, fingers digging harshly into her sides. She whimpered from the pierce of his nails in her flesh and from the pleasure of his fill. He raked against her backside, his thrusts steady but rough, cutting through her in an excruciatingly pleasing way. He rocked and thrust against her until there was nowhere else to go and pulling out, scratching and bruising her, never using the same method of drawing a tired shriek the same way. He twisted her hair, pinched her, struck her, raked her flesh but in an apparently random fashion. Emma winced and cried out appropriately, longing just for the pleasure. Gerard sensed her longing and smirked as he labored over her, pushing deep within her and, with his free hand, scraping against her clit. She moaned loudly, insides humming, and he had a sense of the ultimate pain for this raw girl… Denial.

"I will bring you to the brink of orgasm," he breathed, pushing harder and deeper, "but you…shall…not…come…"

"Uhn! Whyy?" she yelped as his hand came back down stingingly against her sore bottom.

"Because I said so!" Gerard panted. He pulled out, pushing back in before reaching his own release and coming in a scream of pleasure.

Gerard tugged her back by the waist, the ropes chaffing her wrists, turning them purple and swollen. Her bottom ached from the smacks, her cunt throbbed in the pain of never being allowed to come, and her wrists were rubbed raw. She was exhausted, longing so for her release, as Gerard finally spilt inside her, grinning in satisfaction.

"Good fuck," he nodded. "Needs a little more… control."

"More control?" she croaked in rage, glaring up at him. "More?! Is that even possible?" Gerard looked down at her calmly before, without so much as batting an eyelash, promptly backhanded her, seeming to relish the loud smacking sound echoing through the small bedroom. Mikey and Bob laughed heartily, enjoying themselves greatly. It had been quite the show, watching Emma being painfully led to a slow coming orgasm but never feeling the wonderful release. Both had come with Gerard, hot and sweaty and dirty; wiping themselves off as Gerard panted on the bed, Emma shuddering in ecstasy and exhaustion beside him.

"Too feisty, too much resistance. We need to break her down," Gerard said, seeming to relish the idea. "Beat her into submission… fuck her to obedience…" His words were almost incoherent, as they became moans; he became hardened just thinking of doing theses acts.

"Thank you, Gerard… I think I can handle those," Bob said, near breathlessly. Sick fuckers. Sick, arrogant, sadistic fuckers! Emma screamed inside her head, but biting her tongue to keep the words bottled in. Few moments passed until the thick, metallic taste of blood flowed through her mouth. She swallowed it, not wanting to spit and possibly be reprimanded. She now was fully aware of what they were capable of. Gerard flashed a grin in Bob's direction as he dressed himself, picking his clothes from the floor where he'd scattered them in his haste to fuck the slave girl. Emma hesitantly reached for her bra, her humility back (not as though it had actually left) and longed to be covered, even by the little scraps she was granted. But Gerard roughly pushed her back, knocking the undergarment from her hand.

"Did I say you could get dressed?" he demanded calmly.

"N-No," Emma stuttered, shamefacedly. She now remembered his words, a hinting whisper of control she longed to have never heard.

"Then you don't." He dropped the bra in time with her fallen expression. He smirked, pushing her back on the bed and turning to his brother, whose sinister smile shadowed his own.

"Mikey, would you like a turn? If it's alright with Bob, of course," Gerard added politely, his dark request lingering in the air, as Mikey's menacing grin grew wide. Bob nodded happily, ready for another show before he got his own time later, after his guests had left the house. Gerard sat down heavily, yanking his own personal servant onto his lap, unbuttoning the boy's jeans as Mikey stripped for his own public show. He climbed onto the bed, all ready to get to work on this new little plaything.

Frank bit hard on his lip, biting back a scream and a moan as his Master wriggled his jeans off him, pulling his limp member from the denim confinement. He stifled his moan as Gerard pinched his tip. On the, Mikey prepared Emma, sliding one long, pale finger deep within her and wriggling it around, eagerly watching her writhe around it, small body gracefully moving against him. Frank grew within his Master's hand as Emma dripped onto Mikey's. Both turned red at the hands of a higher authority, and both hated the feelings that overcame them.

Mikey moaned at her slickness as he lowered himself over her, roughly thrusting himself in, gasping at her tightness and her warmth as she moaned and thrashed beneath him. Her nails raked his back and he moved harder and faster, amazed how she seemed to like it. He gazed at her half-closed eyes, seeing half his sweaty body glaring back at him. He rocked and thrust, moving at a steady tempo, wondering why he wasn't quite trying to break her, but rather hold her together. He was infuriated; he loved breaking Frank to bits, but couldn't bear to do it to her. He moved harder, faster, fucking her to oblivion as his pent-up rage transformed to energy. He heard her sweet moans and the shake of the bed, his own grunts. He felt his own sweat, her warmth not yet at orgasm, his throbbing erection, and the smooth texture of Bob's duvet. Her breath lingered in his ear, hot and needy, and it sent him wild. He thrust into with hot passion, harshly; each thrust hard and fast, making her scream for more.

On Gerard's lap, Frank ground his ass against his Master, moaning and wriggling, trying to not enjoy the wonderful feelings overcoming him. Fingers slipped and slip, pinched and stroked, grasped and twisted around his swollen crown, heating him up and never letting him simmer. Gerard was drawing a painfully slow orgasm, the kind Frank had come to know and despise. It had never been straightforward pleasure; there was always pain. He'd been whipped, slapped, had his hair pulled; everything in as one of his Masters fucked him to their heart's content. He breathed heavily through his nose, trying to finish himself off quickly, closing his eyes and trying to pretend it was a girl doing these things to him; a woman grasping his rock-hard length and masturbating him. He pictured Emma doing these things, seated humbly before him as she touched him, bringing him to life and pinching him down. Frank wriggled, increasing the friction as he small hands slipped and slid over his cock. He came heavily, thick white ropes of hot cum landing over Gerard's hand, much to his displeasure.

Emma too came simultaneously with Frankie, her body shaking as her body slowly cooled. Mikey emptied his load and pulled himself out, rolling off the bed and casually redressing himself as Gerard wiped his hands on the slave boy's sides. They were all panting heavily (Bob as well, he'd come moments before Mikey.)

"You may dress," Bob said, breathing erratic, nodding to his girl.

"What if I wanted another turn?" Gerard breathed, chest heaving.

"No," Bob snapped, much to the other Master's displeasure. "My girl, my rules, ya follow?" Gerard seemed to understand, for his nod was not curt and his expression not resentful as he ordered his slave to redress. As Mikey buttoned his shirt, Gerard heaved his canvas duffel bag from the floor, collecting the ropes and neatly knotting them together. They were laid in small-stacked piles in the edges and the bag was zipped up with the utmost care. He did not hand the bag back to Frank but rather kept it at his side, parallel to his knees. Emma was most intrigued by this. Gerard took care of his toys, but not his playthings. His turn had been short and sloppy, hasty with a quick rhythm liable to change. He was careful now; so cautious when putting his things away, almost as each item was delicate glass sphere pertaining important information. His clothes were neat and smooth, and his hair, though tousled, was still clean. His appearance and handling of inanimate objects were almost compulsive and yet his attitude and personality were wild and undefined, hasty and apt to change. But his brother, she observed, was the opposite. His clothes, though clean, were not pressed nor carefully put on, rather shrugged into. His hair was messy and sticking up in places over the rims of his glasses. His walk was a careless lope and his moods were calm and easy going, cold and hostile but easily understood or predicted. His movements within her had been clean and precise, gradually speeding up the pace and riding out a slow orgasm, no nonsense—just a straight forward fuck. Opposites, she realized, in character and performance. Both were Masters and had complete control and a sense of drive, but one had been quick to the point, adding in anything he lusted for in the mean time, as the other drove her forward, pace increasing like a runner towards the end of an important race.

Frank glanced up from his place in the corner, seeing the small girl's puzzlement. He slipped beside her, cool breath ghosting just above her flesh.

"You may think you have them figure out, honey," he murmured, "but you don't…" And, before Emma could turn around or ask, he was gone, leaving her with a mind full of questions, a body brimmed with pain, and a soul sealed with an unknown warmth…

Oh my, I finally uploaded! I do apologize for being four days past my promise, but I've been sick and my teachers seem to love piling on the work. The Mastermind Murder has taken a twist I had not yet forseen, but I'm on a deadline for that, so I assure you it'll be up by Halloween or I'm pretty much screwed. My next chapter should be up soon (hopefully by the weekend) and I'm very sorry for my broken promise, but life's never really fair, is it? Anyway, the views have gotten higher, but my loves, show some gratitude and rate & review? It makes my day to see those comments and to see the numbers gradually rise. I love you guys, thanks for the patience. Again, R&R... xoxo Violet

EDIT!! "The Mastermind Murder" has been posted! Check it out! It's in Original under Horror. Or you can just go to my profile. Haha. And "Sinful Truths" is at a momentary roadblock. BUT I have another short story coming up, so please stick with me. xoxo Violet ps. don't forget to R&R!.