my enemies are all here part 2

Elliot's POV

Red Room at Mistress's Place

Holy fuck, she is a bit crazy with this torture, but more ruthless than me. For her, she likes to give pleasure rather than mental and physical pain. My brother— or should I say stepbrother— will not be the same person. I can see he's trying to hold back and not cum. That oil she gave and put on him is really easy to go in, but there is something else.

"Mistress, get him a table to lay down. I want to see how that plays out." She just laughed, then walked right in front of Able, stomped her feet three times, and the table appeared. "Stop, pet, for a moment." He stopped, but he was fast with Able. But fuck, Able tried to move out, wriggling around, but at that moment, the table was set. Mistress kicked him onto the table, and the chains locked onto it; he was fastened to it now. Other guys were moving, but Mistress put more oil on Able than the other guy.

"Good pet, let's do this a bit slowly. I know it hurts a little, but let's try this. Let me help. I want to see this. Can you let me do something for both?" She looked at the man who was standing, just looking at her. "Yes, Mistress, please." She got right behind him; he moved forward, and he just went in. Then Able let out a moan, then she grabbed his hand, placed it on his balls, then pinched, and he came again. My weakness is with him too; he is having fun tonight. Maybe if he does it enough, he'll fall asleep.

Then, just the tip went in, but nothing else. Then she pinched again; he came again.

They did that four times, then he rammed in.

"Fuck, fuck, no, no, not again! Stop it. Mistress, is it an hour already? If I can stand it, I can get it."

I can see that he wants it because he won't have to think about this. He is too damn weak; he has a hard time after this.

"Fuck hell, Mistress, let me out, please. I don't want to do this."

"Able, you have a lot of things done to you that were never done to you before."

I walked up to her and bent to her ear. "I want him to suffer, Mistress. Don't hold back, even if he is part of the family. Please, for me." I can see her ears pulling back and her neck taking on a very red shade. Hmm, oh, I see she's not all that hard to get. Maybe it's the fact that she embraces charm, or how sexy she is. My wife is perfect in every way.

"Yes, as you command."

She walked over to the guy on the table to see who would be good for the next round.

I went to her and pointed to my ex-girlfriend; at least in this part, both of them will suffer for the pain I went through.

Now I can hear those sweet sounds getting faster and faster, in and out for Able. He is trying to hold back; his body is so tense that he can't cum. Then the guy on top leans onto the table, where there is a handle to hold onto. Then the alarm went off; it was time to bring in the lady. She picked up a lady; yeah, I was getting what I wanted for a long time. "Hold him tight and keep going, pet." He grabbed her by the hip, picked her up, and went in deep. Then the lady's ass was sticking out. She grabbed his dick, nodded at the other guy, and laid her on top of her. She shoved him in. He woke up and saw he had his dick in without a care for her. Mistress put oil on Able and her.

"Fuck yeah, this feels good! This ass is so tight that I am about to cum! That oil is great!" It took a while for the other guy standing to get in rhythm with Able.

Forty minutes later, Gwen River woke up. That drug or knockout was really good stuff. Whatever, now let's see this show. Hehe, let's watch. When I sat down, Mistress sat on my legs. My cock was getting hard just from her being there. Fuck, no, I will not go full mass; I'll wait for my day to come.

She looked at me and then shifted her weight right on top of it. Fuck hell, she is teasing me, and my Goddess and my wife will be my undoing. I will ask God to help me.

"Mistress, please." She just looked at me, then turned around to look fun at the table. This is too much; I swear I will make her pay.

Ten hours in.

The drug wore off. Now Able is standing up with Gwen's back to his chest, her legs held up by his arms, raised to the ceiling for the longest time. She tries to move out and yells at Able, but it's no use; he never cares, and for him, he wants to be inside her. To have something else, the damn guy was in her ass. As for the guy, he was sleeping on the floor.

Able looks like he's not close to cumming. "Able, what position do you want this time?" Mistress asked.

"I want her hands locked but her legs wide open."

"Command table, lock her arms." Both of them were locked, but it was no big deal. Gwen was still trying to move out. Then the table popped right on her legs, and her hands were locked. Mistress finally got up. She grabbed the oil, then locked one leg, then the other, and she poured just a little on her, just enough to drop.

"Mistress, you can't do this to me! This is rape! Let me go right now; this has been going on for a while; you had your fun!"

She laughed so hard that tears streamed down her face. "Gwen, you already lost. By the time this is over, these will be fine memories for you that will keep you 'warm' for years." On the last three words, she said it so coldly that I got goosebumps.

The look on her face went pale white, and she did not move anymore. Able, who was waiting for the oil to go in, did not care; he was brutal with her.

Her body quivered from the assault as she let out a little scream. He went faster, then he came and took it out, leaving it on her stomach's upper part.

Able just sat on the floor and laid down, too weak to get up again. Then Mistress got the box; I knew that log was Plan B. Then she opened her mouth, put it in, held her nose, swallowed it, and then gave her a bottle of water. She did not stop; she gave her another one. Four bottles, then she stopped.

Then she got more. When Able got powder, she only had red and blue; he took blue. She got up, then got three more and lay down, holding them in her hands.

Outside the red room, she took me to her room, closed the door, then called.

"Yes, I want it done. Yes, they are in the red room. Leave the person in the corner; he is my new toy. It'll be a while; he's a con man; no one will care. Just do it. Later, let me know when you are here." She stood up and then walked to him. When she got in front of me, she turned her hair to one side. My hand— oh my God— went to it without command, brushing very slowly. As I did that, my other finger went down her back. Her skin is so soft, like silk. It just fell on the floor, then with her legs, she kicked it up and put it in the basket by the door.

She took off her bra and underwear and walked back to me. Just a few feet away, she stood there. My cock was going hard in her pants, holding it. Just a little more, and it felt like it would rip.

"Mistress, you are killing me. Do you think I have unlimited willpower to control this? Please, please give me a command. If you don't, I want to touch!" Nothing happened. It felt like hours, but after 30 minutes, she got one step closer to me.

"Sit on the bed, pet." I did what I was told. She got right between my legs. "Suck them like you suck a cunt. Give it your all." Oh, I will, but this time, it will be only 75%.