Derik's Luck 19

From TSade

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“You’re late.”

A simple statement and a fact. Told from a naked woman sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked up at her and flinched at the stern look on Madre’s face. His eyes caught the red marks of a hardness, no doubt used to pound a fake cock into the purring Nightingale behind her. Gale rocked back and forth, her red ass up in the air and hummed to herself playfully.

Madre stood up and walked to him. Derik held his position, letting his eyes drop to the run he stood on.

“Why?”

“I,” he sighed and almost lied. At the last moment, the truth came out, “I panicked.”

She lifted his chin to force him to look at her.

“Seconds thoughts?”

He nodded, feeling the tears rising in his eyes.

“Do you want to leave?”

Derik saw Nightingale raising her head curiously, staring at him with an expression that bordered on a glare. Sweat soaked her front and cleavage but it was that intense gaze that focused on him that sent a shiver down his spine.

“No, Madre.”

He didn’t. As he stared into those warm, comforting eyes of Madre, he realized it was guilt that burned at him. Guilt of being a thief. He opened his mouth to blurt out the truth, but no words came out.

“What is it, Dora?”

Trying again, his voice refused to make a sound and he looked away, tears rolling down his cheeks.

“You can leave right now, Derik.”

At the sound of his real name, he looked back at her. He knew it was a pleading, desperate look, but it was the only emotion he could feel. She caught his hands, holding them to her slick breasts.

“We can sneak you out right now. No one will ever know there was a Derik in this harem. If that is what you want. What you really want.”

He opened his mouth, surprised and shocked. He forced his mouth to close and shook his head.

“N-No,” he stuttered, “I want to be here. I want... I want to belong.”

Nightingale let out an annoyed grunt and shoved her head back against the blankets. Madre ignored her as she smiled.

“Sherrel said you belong here, something about feeling it in her heart.”

Madre reached up to stroke the side of his cheek and to tug on a tiny strand of long black hair.

“I don’t know what it is about you, but I think I feel the same way.”

He sniffed and wiped away the tears.

“Thank you, Madre.”

She swept him in a surprise hug and he instantly wrapped his arms around her, feeling the scars of her battles but also a strange feeling of comfort in just being held. Madre held him for a long moment before she stepped back.

“Now, if you do plan on staying,” from the bed Nightingale rolled over sharply, “then you do realize something.”

“What, Madre?”

“You owe me twenty for being late, having second thoughts and panicking, and coming without permission.”

He blushed hotly as the wry grin spread across her face. He bowed his head, but his cock twitched with excitement, drooling at the very thought.

“Now, this is a proper punishment, since you appear to be going the same route as Teri.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s what I expect of pleasure girls. So, tonight, I think we’re going to use the paddle.”

He felt a sparkling of trepidation growing inside him, but Madre wasn’t done.

“And I think Nightingale is going to administer it.”

He started to tremble at the thought as Nightingale looked up with surprise. Then a slow smile filled her face as she regarded Derik. Derik looked at her, then Madre but the older woman shook her head.

“You have to remember, Dora,” to his surprise, he felt relief when she called him by his other name, “we have rules. And I am Madre.”

“Yes, Madre.”

“Good. Nightingale?”

Gale hopped off the bed, almost vibrating with excitement.

“Get the small one.”

If there was any disappointment, it faded quickly into fear as Nightingale nearly raced to a large cabinet. Flinging it open, Derik felt a strange twisting in his stomach at the sight of floggers and paddles of all shapes, cuffs and blindfolds, even something that looked like a pony’s tail. Nightingale yanked a square paddle about twice his hand-span across and bounded back, gleeful as a child opening presents.

Her ass smacked the bed as she got into the same position as Madre, gesturing to her lap. Derik looked at Madre but the older woman just shook her head.

“Just take your punishment, girl.”

Despite Nightingale’s glee, he padded over to her and stripped down. The silk of his outfit puddled to the ground as he stood naked before her. Nightingale reached up and pulled him down over her lap, yanking him forward until his ass stretched into the air and his crotch ground into the softness of her thigh. She pressed one hand against his shoulders, pinning him. Leaning forward until her nipples just teased his back, she whispered sharply.

“Don’t you fucking dare come on me.”

He held his breath in anticipation. The wooden paddle felt smoothed from heavy use as it tapped against his ass. Each caress against his skin brought a skip to his heart and a heat growing in his loins. Despite his best efforts, his manhood rose to full mast and ground against her thigh. She shifted slightly, then tapped his other cheek.

“Twenty, Madre?”

“Twenty.”

A tiny tap, then he couldn’t feel the paddle. Anticipating the strike, he tensed up but she didn’t bring it down. He whimpered, clutching her leg as he closed his eyes tightly.

SMACK!

His ass exploded in an intense burst of pain that quickly turned into a heated flush on both sets of cheeks. Nightingale chuckled happily, brought up the paddle, then down in a powerful smack against his other cheek.

Derik gasped with the pain, struggling with an intense desire growing inside him. His cock leaked precum on her leg as she brought down another smack, right on the first one. The stinging pain jerked him forward as his leg straightened, but Nightingale kept him pinned against her.

The fourth drove down on his right cheek, reigniting the burn along his ass. He gasped from the intensity of it, balancing on a world of pain and pleasure.

She brought it down hard on his buttocks. He could feel her putting all of her strength into it. Each one burned more than the last, but each one also left a searing mark across his senses, an intoxicating knife’s edge of pleasure and pain.

Nightingale continued to smack him hard, then slow, each one more powerful than the last. He whimpered and writhed on her lap, trying to escape but not really, writhing against the hand that pinned him. Her breath came as rapidly as his and he was flooded with the scent of her excitement. He held her tightly, eyes closed to take the blow of his punishment.

Despite the pain that soon radiated from his ass, the burning that seared his cheeks, he felt his cock growing harder and hotter with every smack. He felt the paddle against his ass, a bolt of pain that coursed up his spine and down to pool in his groin. He felt an orgasm rising up as she smack him again and again.

When the paddle came down the next time, the fifteenth blow he guessed, his body spasmed once and he came. He felt it splattering against her thigh and the disgusting growl that rose from Nightingale’s throat. The last five blows came hard and fast, breaking the skin as she vented a sudden anger into his poor, burning ass.

As soon at the twentieth blow struck, she shoved him hard off his lap.

“Fucker!”

“Nightingale!” came the sharp reply.

Nightingale gestured to the river of white cum that dripped down her thigh.

“He came! And I told him not too.”

Madre didn’t seem as upset as Nightingale.

“You come with the paddle too.”

“On me!?”

“Calm down.”

Nightingale dropped the paddle on the ground as she struggled to control a rage. Derik winced as he tried to get to his feet, but Madre rested a hand on his shoulder, holding him kneeling on the ground. He watched as the cum dripped down her leg slowly as the girl regained her composure.

“Better?”

Nightingale let out a long sigh.

“Yes, Madre.”

“Now, tell him to clean you up.”

Derik looked up, but Madre only had eyes for Nightingale. Nightingale stared back for a moment, then she looked down at the ground as she fought with her emotions.

“Der-Dora.”

“Y-Yes.”

“Clean this up.”

He tried to get to his feet, but Madre held him down. He stared at her, but she just smiled. Nightingale took another breath, then suddenly grinned evilly.

“With your mouth.”

Derik froze, a trembling shaking through his body as he looked up at Nightingale. Madre’s hand released his shoulder as he found himself staring at his own cum dripping on her leg.

Madre spoke softly, “If it touches the ground, Dora, it will be another twenty with the bigger paddle.”

Nightingale motioned for him with a finger.

“Come on. It’s time for you to learn how to swallow.”

Derik had to force himself to crawl toward her, staring at his own spunk as it inched toward the ground. He swallowed hard, not even realizing that he found a new low. Nightingale’s breath came hard as he brought his mouth within centimeters of it. He could smell it, a tangy and salty scent of his own being.

Fresh tears burned down his face as he closed his eyes tightly and gingerly lapped at it. It felt hot and slimy against his lips, but Nightingale’s hand reached down to pull him against her thigh, grinding him against his own cum.

Swallowing down the bile, he lapped at it as he shook with humiliation. He tasted it in the back of his throat as he cleaned her leg with his tongue, moving up her thigh with her hand pulling his hair. He obeyed her, even as he felt shame as hot as his burning ass.

He finished and made a face at the taste of himself. Nightingale pulled him away, as if she couldn’t stand his touch on her skin. Madre’s hand stroked his chin for a moment, before pulling his gaze to her.

“I’m Madre.”

Another simple statement.

“Yes, Madre.”

“Tonight, you take her position.”

“Y-Yes, Madre.”

He saw the ball gag in her hand. He whimpered in his throat as she pressed it against his lips. He could taste the rubber fighting with the flavor of his own cum. Somehow, he found the strength to open his jaw and accept the rubber ball as Madre fitted it into his mouth. It felt unnatural to have his jaw opened, but no matter how he tried, he couldn’t close it.

“Tonight, you sleep at our feet.”

Our feet? He looked up as he worked at the ball with his tongue. Nightingale looked just as surprised as him as she stared at Madre. Madre cocked her head.

“New girl is getting me rather horny and I want to try a different strap-on tonight.”

Nightingale cooed as Derik’s cock almost exploded again. He stood up as commanded, his body shivering with anticipation. The gag in his mouth gave every sensation a sharp edge as Madre tied his wrists behind his back, forcing his back to arch forward as she bound his elbows together. He tried to shift in the increasing sense of helplessness, but Madre expertly bound him in place.

He was guided to the foot of the bed, right against the wooden foot board. He whimpered, muted by the gag wedged into his mouth. Madre’s hands were firm and fast, bringing his knees up to his chest and tying them tightly to him. Curled up in a fetal position, he felt helplessly exposed as the cool air teased his burning ass and throbbing cock.

In a matter of minutes, he was bound at the foot of her bed. When he saw her hold up a blindfold, he let out a muffled whimper and shook his head. Madre nodded her head.

“You had your chance.”

More tears splashed down as she blinded him, tying it back firmly across his face.

He was helplessly.

Utterly helplessly.

He could hear them moving and whispering. He felt the air sliding along his skin and tried to shift position. His body refused to obey him, the straps around his back and knees holding him tightly. More straps held his ankles together as tightly as his wrists were bound. He couldn’t move a single muscle except for his head. Blinded and gagged, he let hot tears wet his cheeks.

Then, something teased his ass. He tried to squeal out, to scream out, but the smooth, slick intruder already found its target. He wiggled to his very limits as he felt something hard and smooth being pushed into his rectum. It was nearly as thick as Teri’s cock. Thankfully, it was also as gentle as no doubt Madre worked it in and out of his body before pushing it all the way in.

The base of the cock seemed to flare out and he whimpered loudly as it stretch his entrance to its limit. Then, with a wet slurping noise, it popped into his body and slid deeply into his body. Hard and long, it seemed to fill him completely. His tightly stretched anal ring found a notch or indent, which held the butt plug tight.

He shifted to the best of his ability, but every movement only rubbed the hardness against his insides. His cock, full mast and drooling all over him, just bobbed with every movement. No matter how he clenched or twisted, the thick intruder refused to move.

It felt like forever as he tried to escape his bounds. Then, he felt movement on the bed, a shifting of position. It started slow, but soon the bed was rocking as Nightingale’s screams, no doubt for his own humiliation, rose up as Madre fucked her. He tried to focus on their movements, to distract him from the intensity of his own bondage. He soon realized, he couldn’t tear his senses away as they fucked for what felt like eternity.

Just as he thought Nightingale finally came, they started up again. He was helplessly and he felt the incredible sensations of being impaled, helplessly, and focused at the same time. His cock surged, but the pressure in his rectum prevented him from spurting cum. Instead, just more precum pooled on his thigh as he prepared for a very long night.