Free Naked Ambition by Sean O'Kane Page B

along one side with grilles set in each. She pushed open the one with the number 5 on it and went in.
    There were two slaves inside. One was being worked on by a Lodge member over on Angel’s left. Standing with her back to the wall and to which she was chained, she was having her breasts bound. They were delightfully marked from the crop that was lying on a whipping bench just behind the member and Angel could see from the paddle, whip and packets of sterile needles that they were about to get more punishment. Both looked up briefly as she entered, smiled and then returned their attention to the breast binding, the girl’s eyes were wide and excited.
    Patti stood opposite the door, fully dressed but with her hands clipped together behind her back and a leash running from the O ring on her collar to a hook on the wall.
    Angel went straight to her and unknotted the woman’s blouse, freeing the large, pale breasts and began to massage them.
    The day’s events; Sadia’s decorations and the fight with Brian and his subsequent calm acceptance of the result, had left her confused. But here at least she knew what she was and what was going to happen. Her hands felt the woman’s nipples harden under them, she watched her eyes close in pleasure and her breathing deepen, then she leaned closer and let her cheek brush Patti’s.
    “I’m going to thrash them so hard!” she whispered. “And then I’ll whip your back and your arse before I let you lick me out.”
    Patti groaned in appreciation of the cruelties to come and Angel fumbled under the short skirt to find soft and engorged labia with a sticky flood of fragrant juices between them. The clitoris stood out hard and urgent. Angel rasped it mercilessly and fetched further groans from Patti. Then she stood back, slipped off the dress she had worn for dinner and took Patti’s lead.
    She decided on a padded bench to start with and once Patti was naked had her lie face up along its length before fastening her ankles and wrists to the bottoms of the legs.
    She selected a flogger with square-cut, leather tails and stood over the stretched body, stroking and teasing the quivering breasts and the moist lips between the spread thighs. Then she struck, a quick flick at the breasts followed by a heavier strike between the legs. Then a heavy strike across the nipples, another across the stomach and a flick to the cunt. Patti’s head snapped up at the heavier lashes, her lips pursed at the stinging. Angel continued the treatment never letting her guess where the next strike would fall, knowing that would intensify the experience for the full-breasted slave. She watched in pleasure as the stomach began to flutter and the hips began to undulate as she continued the random lashing. Behind her she heard the sharp slapping noise of a paddle and answering female cries. She gave Patti a break and turned to see the other slave’s bound tits, getting shiny and dark in their constriction, bounce and shudder under the paddling. The Housegirl watched each blow arrive with eyes wide and mouth hanging open. The club member stopped the beating momentarily and felt between her spread legs. Angel saw his fingers emerge, glistening with her outpourings, then she turned back to Patti and concentrated on her heaving breasts, bringing her to orgasm several times as she launched a blizzard of hard lashes on their quivering vulnerability.
    The leather of the bench was stained dark by Patti’s juices as Angel sank her fingers into the flooding quim and twisted them inside the slave, making her heave and wriggle in pleasure. Angel’s own cunt ached for attention but she had all night and moved Patti to another bench, over which she had her bend forwards and took a heavy leather paddle to her backside, beating it until it was a pretty, fiery red colour. Then she used the riding crop on it. Patti added her howls to those of the other slave who now had two needles through each nipple and the dungeon became an