Sybil and Hank

[hawk_fann]

Hank smiled at his two subs. A study in contrasts, Willow with her pale blue eyes, Keely, the shorter of the two with her big brown eyes, both lovely, both his. "Welcome ladies. I am glad you were both able to get here on such short notice. I have a guest I think you should meet." They looked at eachother, then back at Hank, but knew better than to question. "Come," he said, lleading them toward the basement.

"Master," Keely said, "She's, you're guest - she's, she's in our playroom?"

"You'll see," Hank said, leading the way. He flipped on the lights and saw Sybil blink as her eyes tried to adjust. Her eyes widened as she saw the two women turn the corner from the stairs, their eyes just as wide as hers. He walked over to Sybil and stood behind her, peering over her shoulder at his subs. He reached around her with his arms and hefted her breasts up. "Lovely, aren't they?"

The room was very quiet, no sound but the hum of an overhead light. "Well don't just stand there girls," Hank said. "Come over here and check her out. After all, she may just be your new sister, if things go right tonight."

[StillBehindBlueEyes]

"You can't be serious?" Sybil said trying to move away. "I didn't realize you meant...." she looked at the two beautiful women moving toward her. "I can't, I'm not, I just didn't realize you wanted..." Sybil tried to turn but his hands dug into her waist. He scowled his face hard, his mouth opened and she knew he was going to speak.

[riverwindsong]

"Can't?" he said, grinding out the word as his scowl deepened. "Or won't?" His words hung in the air for a moment, as Sybil's cheeks colored. "You asked to come back, Sybil," he said; Sybil dropped her head. His features softened slightly as he looked over Sybil's shoulder to his other two subs, although his eyes were still hard. "I think she needs a lesson in obedience; she seems to have forgotten a few things in her time away."

[StillBehindBlueEyes]

Keely looked at Master then to the beautiful woman in front of her. She had the most amazing blue eyes she had ever seen, although at the moment, they looked frightened and a little angry. She has amazing legs, thought Keely to herself, as her eyes travelled up and down the length of her legs.

Keely cocked her head to one side and smiled warmly at the woman, hoping it would somehow put her at ease. But her warm thoughts quickly turned to ones of lust, as she stood waiting for Master's next command.

[hawk_fann]

Hank smiled at his two subs, both of whom enjoyed the feel and taste of another woman's body. And the one bound before them was exquisite. "Nipples," he said, simply, and instinctively Willow and Keely moved forward, each taking one of Sybil's nipples in their mouths, gently biting down, not hard enough to cause pain, but firmly enough to hold her still. Sybil didn't like this, of course, and she tried to twist away, quickly discovering this caused some pain. Hank walked in front of her and smiled. "Now it's time to play a little game of truth or consequences, Sybil." He placed one hand on the back of Willow's head, the other on the back of Keely's, both of them holding perfectly still, a nipple between their teeth.

"I think you know what the consqeunces are, for starters. Girls?" With that Willow and Keely each bit down and Sybil through her head back with a scream of pain.

"Excellent. It's so much easier to work when we're all on the same page. Don't you think so, girls?" WIllow and Keely nodded, and Hank enjoyed the way Sybil's breasts followed the movement of their heads. "Now let's begin."

[StillBehindBlueEyes]

"Sir," Sybil gasped. "I didn't," she tried to force the words out as she thought quickly. She knew he could be cruel when crossed, but so tender when obeyed. "I didn't," the pressure of the teeth on her nipples made her mind spin. "I didn't mean to be disrespectful sir, it's just I didn't realize..."
His glare cut her off, she dropped her eyes quickly, only to see the two women gazing up at her, their mouths covering her flesh.

[riverwindsong]

"You didn't realize what, Sybil?" he asked. Sybil didn't answer, couldn't answer for the pain that she was feeling. He could see Willow and Keely, each watching her, their mouths fastened against her perfect breasts. A faint smile passed across his face as he looked back up at Sybil. "Enough," he said, watching Sybil's body relax as the other two women stopped biting down. Another light touch to their hair had both Willow and Keely gently licking the flesh, each obviously enjoying the taste, soothing Sybil's nipples with soft kisses.

Willow looked at Keely, and smiled. This should be very interesting, she thought.

[StillBehindBlueEyes]

Keely returned Willow's smile and continued with the task at hand. She wondered how much fun Master would let them have with this beautiful creature.
Keely loved the feel of this woman's hard nipple in her mouth, gently kissing and softly nibbling on them.

Keely stole another look at the mysterious woman that Master brought them, this time it was a look of pleasure on her face.

[StillBehindBlueEyes]

Sybil suddenly realized she was feeling pleasure it shocked her. Her face changed she felt scared.

"What did you agree to Sybil?" Hank stroked the hair of his two pets, his girls. He smiled as he looked at them then scowled as his eyes rose to Sybil’s. He could still see a reluctance that she would previously not have allowed on her face. “Sybil, this is unacceptable, I think you need an attitude adjustment.”

[hawk_fann]

"I- I don't know what you're talking about," she sputtered.

"Release," Hank said, and the two subbies let go of her nipples and stood in front of her. hanke walked over and picked up the crop, then rubbed it across Sybil's nipples, enjoying the way her eyes went wide. "Ohhhh, the biting doesn't sound so bad now, huh?"

Without warning he turned and handed the crop to Willow, who stepped back in surprise. Domming was not her thing. She ws born to serve. The thought of stroking another woman with a crop had to seem as foreign as walking on the moon. But then she looked in master's eyes, and she understood what he wanted. And she remembered - it was abou this will, not her's.

[riverwindsong]

Willow raised her chin and took a deep breath, her hand reaching out for the crop as she met Master's gaze. She blinked slowly, feeling the surrender to his will coiling around her brain like tendrils of smoke as her fingers closed around the crop's handle. Master's fingers brushed firmly against hers as she took it, and she gained strength from his touch; she could do this. She would do this; Master desired this. She took a half step closer to the bound woman, and raised the crop.

Sybil's eyes flew to hers, pleading; Willow hardened her gaze and brought the crop down on her right breast, connecting solidly with her nipple. A loud SNAP rang out, accompanied by a yelp, making Willow inwardly cringe with the remembered pain of having her own breasts cropped for disobedience. Willow tightened her grip on the crop and traced the tip over the sensitized skin of Sybil's breast. As the woman bit down on her lower lip against the coming pain, Willow brought it down again. SNAP. Sybil cried out in pain.

Willow glanced over to Master. He nodded at her to continue, his dark eyes unreadable. She trailed the crop across the Sybil's chest, refusing to meet her eyes as she drew the leather across the pale skin. She lightly tapped the end against Sybil's nipple, watching it contract at the touch, then swung. SNAP. Pause. Soothe. SNAP. She looked into Sybil's eyes after the fourth stroke; the beautiful blue eyes were swimming with unshed tears.

"More, Master?" Willow asked, looking over at her Master, prepared to raise the crop again and deliver more blows, even as the Sybil shook her head desperately.

[hawk_fann]

Hank held out his hand and Willow handed him the crop, a look of relief in her eyes that matched the relief on Sybil's face. The tall blue-eyed woman was sweating now, her body striped here and there. She had sensitive nipples; Hank knew that Willow's treatment had hurt her. But Sybil had a high pain tolerance, and she was proud.

Hank turned to Keely. "Your turn," he said, handing her the crop. "Work her other side."

Silently, the small woman took the crop, her dark eyes wide. She tapped it against her palm, testing, then looked up and saw Sybil's eyes following the movement of the crop. This was not in Keely's nature either, but she was trained too well to question Hank's command. She looked at the prisoner with no compassion. Her Master hadn't said anything about compassion - he'd told her to work this Sybil's ass and back, and that is exactly what she would do. Slowly she walked behind Sybil, the taller woman straining to follow her with her eyes until Keely had disappeared behind her.

[StillBehindBlueEyes]

Keely felt knots in her stomach as she walked behind Sybil. She loved to give pleasure but not pain. She did her best to keep her composure, she did not want to let her Master down.

Keely saw how Sybil was struggling to turn around in her restraints but couldn't. Contemplating her first move, whether to mark up that beautiful back or Sybil's sensual ass.

Keely raised her arm and brought the crop down and made contact with her back. Smack. Sybil's body jerked forward and cried out. Keely cringed at the sound, she looked over at Master, who had a very stern look on his face. She knew, she had to continue, this was not about her or Willow but it had everything to do with Master's will.

She struck the woman on her back again, this time harder. SMACK. Keely was impressed at Sybil's strength and will, she was crying out but never asked for mercy. Again, Keely brought her arm and struck down onto Sybil's ass, marking her beautiful pale skin.

This time when she looked at Master, he had a smile smile on his face. Keely knew she pleased Master.
"Come", was all he said and Keey returned the crop to him and took her place next to her sister. She looked up at her sister and slipped her hand into Willow's.

They both waited to see what else Master wanted to do with Sybil.

[hawk_fann]

"Thank you girls," Hank said, smiling at his subs. The smile faded when he turned back to Sybil, who was still trying to catch her breath after the whacking Keely had given her. A fine sheen of sweat covered her long body, still stretched vertically, her breasts thrust out from the strain of being forced on tiptoe. Hank walked closer, until they were face to face.

"If you come back things will be different, as I said. You will have to learn to share. You will have to learn to respect your sister slaves, in addition to me. You would be part of a family. Do you understand?" Sybil nodded. "DO you understand??"

"Yes Master," she said softly. Hank stared at her for a long moment, watching those blue eyes. Then he reached up and undid her wrists and she sagged to the floor with a big sigh of relief. "All fours," he said, pushing her striped ass with his boot, and she assumed the position. Hank walked over to the workbench and picked up a collar and leash and threw them to the Willow and Keely. "You know what to do girls."

Keely walked over to Sybil and put the collar around Sybil's neck and buckled it into place. Willow attached the leash and looked to Hank for instruction. he nodded toward a rugged looking St. Andrew's cross ont he other side of the room. Willow and Keely exchanged a nervous glance, then Willow gave the leash a tug.

[StillBehindBlueEyes]

Sybil crawled forward her head held high. Have to share? What did he think she was? She felt the pressure stop and realized she was kneeling at the foot of the big heavy cross. “Connect her wrists,” Master Hank said with a stern voice. She started to stand. “NO!” he barked. “ Her wrists right there.’ Sybil’s eyes got big.

Master Hank knew she didn’t like being upside down. She almost backed up but suddenly his leg was between hers pressing her in closer. “Keely, get the ball gag. Willow go get the hood. It’s time to get serious with Sybil.”

“But…” Sybil stuttered, “I’ll be good, I’ll let them touch me. I’ll do what you want sir.”

Hank knelt down beside the woman, her wrists chained to the foot of the cross. “Sybil, you’ll let? Who do you think you are? You already gave yourself to me. You have not negotiating privileges now. You are owned, I think it’s time you took the I out of your vocabulary.” He reached out and took the large ball gag from Keely’s trembling fingers. “It’s time you learned that I’m no longer the same man I was.”

[riverwindsong]

Hank took Sybil's chin in one hand and the ball gag from Keely in the other. "Open," he told her. When Sybil was slow to react, his eyes narrowed as he pressed his fingers into her jaw. "Do not make me repeat myself, Sybil," he warned. Seeing the steel in his eyes, she obeyed, albeit reluctantly. "Better," he said, placing the gag in her mouth and snapping it closed behind her head.

He looked at Willow and snapped his fingers. She held out the hood for him, unzipped and ready to be placed over Sybil's head. Sybil's eyes got very large and she shook her head, emitting a series of muffled grunts. Willow looked at the struggling woman before her master. She stepped behind Sybil and placed her hands over the woman's cheeks, pressing the gag's bindings into her skin as she held her head still. She bent down and put her lips to Sybil's ear.

"It will be easier for you if you submit and accept that you are a part of our family," she said quietly. Sybil's eyes widened, and then narrowed mutinously at her. Willow darted a glance at Master's face; he had not missed the look Sybil had given her. She sighed sadly, and moved back as Master slid the hood over Sybil's head.

"You will learn, Sybil," he said as he zipped it shut. Sybil began to struggle in earnest then, trying to free herself from the hood. "Willow," he said to her.

"Yes, my Master?"

"I will need your help." His voice sounded cold and flat, sending a chill down Willow's spine.

"Yes, Master," she said, as Hank took a hold of Sybil and raised her legs, his fingers digging into Sybil's flesh as he fought against her violent struggles. He pressed close against her, using his weight to pin her bodily against the frame of the cross and forced her legs apart.

Willow took Sybil’s left ankle and swiftly buckled it into the waiting cuff, then moved around to the other side. Hank moved her right leg into place and Willow buckled the cuff around the delicate ankle, then stepped back.

"Very good, Pet," he said, letting go of Sybil's now-restrained body. "Now let's see if we can teach this one some manners."

[StillBehindBlueEyes]

Keely was relieved that Master had not asked her to help him with the hood or the ball-gag. Those were the two things she detested and loathed the most.

She watched on, as her sister and Master restrained Sybil. Things would be much more pleasant and less painful if Sybil would just give in, Keely silently thought to herself.

[StillBehindBlueEyes]

Sybil fought it, she struggled she grunted then the silence suddenly overwhelmed her. The hood had muffled the normal noises, dampening down everything. She heard a door slam and panicked again.

The silence was deafening, the throbbing starting in her head, the weight of her body resting on the cuffs holding her upside down irritating.

She struggled until exhaustion over came her and she started to slip into an acceptance of her situation. She realized he was not going to let her go. She flexed her body. A small sound escaped her lips as she realized what she’d done.

Sybil didn’t care that her master had other subbies, she wanted to know if he would struggle to keep her if she rejected them. She was appalled that she had been testing him. She wanted him to prove that she was worth a struggle.

Sybil suddenly realized how much she wished she could talk, as her body relaxed totally into submission to her master. She wanted to apologize, and beg his forgiveness. Her body started to tense then she realized that the best way she could apologize was to submit totally and that is what she chose to do.

“Sybil,” immediately she heard his voice near her covered ear. He hadn’t left her. “Sybil I’m going to ask you some questions, you will answer by nodding or shaking your head.”

[hawk_fann]

Hank squatted next to the inverted woman, her body stretched four ways on the giant cross, her breasts falling toward her chin. Idly, he took a nipple between his thumb and forefinger and twisted it this way and that.

"Do you want me to let you down?" No immediate answer, and for a moment he wondered how well she could hear him inside the hood. But he knew that if she had heard him, she was thinking, knowing that he never asked a meaningless question. What would it mean if he let her down. Slowly, she shook her head no. Hank pulled the nipple to his lips and kissed it.

"Do you want to be my slave again?" No hesitation this time, a quick nod yes. It took some effort; obviously the blood was rushing to her head, making the position all the more agonizing.

"Do you accept whatever place I assign you?" She shook her head yes again, a bit slower. She was breathing hard now, and Hank could only imagine how warm and close it must feel under the leather. He pulled her nipple to his lips once more and kissed.

"Will you do whatever I ask?" A vigorous nod yes. "Will you fight me?" No, no. "You won't embarrass me like you just did with this little fuss you made about us hanging you up?" No, no, no, shaking her head and breathing harder. Hank squeezed her nipple in his fingers, and a series of muffled grunts came from beneath the mask as Sybil writhed her head this way and that.

"I don't have room or patience for any diosobedience. I have too many slaves to keep in line to put up with any nonsense. Do you understand?" He let go of her nipple and Sybil breathed a sigh of relief, nodding her head yes.

"You were a good slave, Sybil, but you'll need to be better, do you understand?" Yes. "Do you?" Yes, yes. "you have to match your sisters in obedience, assuming I take you back. Do you think you can do that?" A slow nod yes. then her head twisted, this way and that, as if searching out the other women, both of whom stood on either side of the cross, looking down at her, undoubtedly thinking "Better her than me."

"Are you ready for your punishment, Sybil?" A hesitant nod yes. "You can do better than that," he growled, taking her hood byt eh ring on the top and shaking it for her. She tried to cry out from under the hood but it was nothing more than a muffled mmmmmmppppphhh.

Hank stood decisively and snapped his fingers. Willow handed him the crop she'd been holding. He glanced at hiis two subs, both of whom were wide-eyed with anticipation.

"I really wish you hadn't forced me into this Sybil," he said, bringing the crop down on her open pussy. She jerked in her bonds, toes and fingers curling as her muffled cries tried to ecape the hood. He brought down the crop again and again, the terrible muffled cries getting louder, a terribly unnatural sound filling the silence of the playroom.

Hank stepped back and studied her for a moment, letting her recover for a moment. Then he handed the crop to Willow, who looked back at him with her pale blue eyes.

"She fought you, too," Hank said. He looked at Willow, then nodded at Sybil's tits. Slowly he stepped back, and folded his arms across his chest.

[riverwindsong]

Willow nodded her head in acceptance; Master was absolutely correct. She had tried to get Sybil to understand in as gentle of a way as possible that she and Keely were not out to hurt her, that there was a place for her in their family, if she would just accept it. If this was the only way to have her understand just what her place was, that Master’s will was everything, so be it.

She ran the handle of the crop across her palm as she stepped up, taking Master’s place before Sybil’s bound body. She carefully schooled her face into neutrality, steeling herself for the task at hand. She glanced at Master; the look on his face told her that she had better not be light-handed in her discipline.

She drew back her arm and let the crop fall, a loud “SMACK” echoing through the room as it landed on Sybil’s breast, the tender skin immediately turning pink. She let another blow fall on her other breast as Sybil’s back arched and a muffled cry came from beneath the hood.

Willow took a deep breath and applied the crop again, carefully aiming the blows for Sybil’s nipples and the undersides of her breasts, where the skin was the most sensitive. Sybil was writhing in her bonds, trying to get away from the fiery pain, low moans coming from behind the hood and rising into muffled shrieks as the blows continued.

After landing the tenth blow, Willow stepped back and looked at Hank, raising an eyebrow at Sybil’s reddened and welted flesh, asking him silently if it was enough, prepared to deliver more punishment at his direction. He stepped close and inspected her work, nodding in approval, and Willow felt her cheeks flush in relief.

Sybil was still in her bonds, her chest heaving in muffled sobs, and Willow could see that most, if not all, of the fight had gone out of her. I have to wonder, she thought, is that just because she's accepted her punishment, or because she has finally surrendered to Master? I hope for her sake she has.

[StillBehindBlueEyes]

Keely once again watched on, as Master and Willow worked her over. She wondered how long Sybil's body could take the punishment.

Keely had this urge to rip off that wretched hood and tell Sybil to just give in, obey Master and this will all stop!

She started thinking ahead, Keely knew she would need alot of aftercare when this was all over. Sybil would also need alot of TLC if she decided to stay.

[StillBehindBlueEyes]

Sybil hung in another world, her body was totally disconnected from her brain. The fire in her breast, the strain on her ankles, the stiffening in her jaw all seemed to be overwhelmed by a fog of total submission to her Master. He had not abandoned her at the first sign of difficulty, he was willing to bring her in and hold her tightly again.

[hawk_fann]

"Take her down," Hank said abruptly, and Willow and each scurried to undo the ankle cuffs as Hank held Sybil's body so that she didn't collpase to the floor in a heap. They then undid the wrist cuffs, and Hank lifted her up, over his shuolder and carried her fireman-style to a large wooden table in the center of the room, where he layed her out. Her head lolled from side to side, groaning coming from beneath the black hood, as Hank and the girls quickly secured her wrists and ankles into the cuffs that were built into the table, and adjusted the chains until she was stretched tight once again, this time horizontally, her breasts high and tummy flat from the pull. Hank stood back, between his two girls, watching the bound woman breathe and gather herself, her breasts rising and falling. Hank turned to Keely and nodded for her to remove the hood covering Sybil's face.

[riverwindsong]

Keely stepped close to the edge of the table and reached under Sybil’s head to unzip the hood, drawing it off her head carefully. Sybil’s face was flushed and damp with a mix of sweat, spit and no small amount of tears. Keely glanced up at her Master and over to her sister before looking back down at the bound woman, shaking her head slowly. If only she had just listened and accepted Master's will, she thought. She shouldn't have tested him like this.

Sybil’s eyes were closed, her jaw stretched around the gag, a low groan coming around it. She made no resistance as Keely wiped her face, cleaning her up, then looked up at Master.

“Remove the gag,” he said. “Let’s see what she has to say for herself.”

[StillBehindBlueEyes]

Sybil couldn’t feel anything as she fought the devils arguing now that she had been taken down. The pain, the fear, the need. Then he spoke, the man who centered her world. The man who consumed her with his desires.

“Let’s see what she has to say for herself.”
Slow her eyes opened, she watched the woman moving over her. The woman worked as gently as she could, but the gag was big and her jaw cramped. She felt the tears slip down her face then pop it escaped her teeth. The woman’s gentle fingers stroked her wiping away the tears again.

The gentle eyes full of concern looked down on her. Sybil felt the concern. She met the gaze and nodded once then turned her head slowly to look at her Master.

[hawk_fann]

"Master, please," she croaked, embarrassed by her lack of voice. Her jaw ached from the gag and her mouth was dry; it felt like she had not swallowed in a year. Hank stared down at her as she tried to shift. They had stretched her so tightly that this was impossible. She turned her blue eyes to him. "Master, I will do what you want. I will do what they want. I will accpet whatever place you have for me."

Hank reached down and let the backs of his fingers trail over her breasts and down her belly. He longed to do more, to touch every part of her, but now was not the time. Now was the time for control. Slowly his fingers slid down to her pussy, and he slipped one up inside her. Sybil's eyes went back in her head as she let out a low, pleasure-filled moan.

"I can give you great pleasure, or great pain, as you have just experienced. Does it matter to you which I choose?"

"No Master," she, said, breathing heavily. So tightly stretched was she that it made it hard to draw a deep breath. As a result, her breaths came in short, labored pants. "Your will is all that matters Master."

Hank found her clit and pressed on it and her moans grew louder. He smiled and looked at Willow and Keely, who stood at the end of the table, each with ther hands on Sybil's cuffed ankles. "What do you think, girls?" he said. "It's a start."

[StillBehindBlueEyes]

"Please," Sybil begged looking at her Master. He looked away toward his other girls. Sybil moved her eyes she looked at both girls. "Please, forgive me. Please."

[StillBehindBlueEyes]

Keely looked at Master, she noticed that his face had softened. She then looked at Willow, Keely knew what Willow was thinking, they could always read each other's thoughts.

She looked deeply into Sybil's blue eyes, knowing that she truly was asking for forgiveness.

Keely's hand left Sybil's cuffed ankle and walked up to where her head lay. She looked down at her and gave her a warm smile, bent down and kissed her softly on the forehead.

"Welcome to the family Sybil", Keely said to her.

[riverwindsong]

Willow watched Keely welcoming Sybil to their family, and felt a sense of rightness in her chest as she observed the two. She looked over at Master, and could see him watching the pair intently, his eyes no longer as cold, his face no longer as imposing. Keely looked over her shoulder at her, her dark eyes gentle, and Willow smiled softly.

She walked up and stood opposite of Keely, looking down at Sybil, taking in the beautiful lines of her face and body with her gaze. She ran a finger down her cheekbone, feeling how smooth her skin was, how relaxed and pliant she seemed even though she was stretched taut on the table. She knew, deep inside, that Sybil had surrendered to Master. She smiled at her, blue eyes locking on blue, holding her gaze, willing Sybil to see that there was no ill-will to be had between them, that they were family now, bound together by Master's will and Master's desires.

“Master,” she asked softly, not taking her eyes away from Sybil’s face, “May I welcome our sister home with a kiss?”

[hawk_fann]

"Of course," Hank said, and with that, WIllow bent down and tenderly kissed the stretched Sybil on the lips. Sybil welcomed the kiss, her lips parting, and Willow lingered there, the kiss hovering between tender and passionate. She whispered something to Sybil the others couldn't hear, then stood and looked at Keely, who in turn bent over her new sister and kissed her, not only on the mouth, but on each of her nipples. With that, both WIllow and Keely began to kiss Sybil's body all over, tracing the welts with their kisses, kissing away the pain and all that she had endured to be their sister, all that she had endured to prove herself to Master.

Hank stood, watching the two women love on Sybil, letting the moment be, allowing them to explore every inch of her. They kissed all the way down her body, meeting at her pussy, where both of their tongues darted out in unison, fighting to enter the bound woman. Sybil moaned loudly and turned her head from side to side, her breathing quickening as she began to cum.