JEZZEBEL

It was ten in the morning, I was making a late start because I hadn’t sleep enough the last night.

I was dressed with my everyday clothes, a Hello Kitty pink t-shirt, blue leggings and pink Converse shoes. I wasn’t wearing a bra and my long red hair was flowing free. Today my hair was colored blood bright red.

So I just grabbed a cup of coffee for breakfast and my cigarette pack and headed to the drawing room.

Sophie was there, working already. The cute petit blonde was wearing one of her usual woman office suits, very tight gray jacket and formal pants, and she was wearing stiletto high heels black leather sandals that showcased her beautiful small feet. The girl was seated on a sofa, legs crossed and her Mack Book flip open on her lap. A cup of hot green tea and an apple were over a table next to her.

That could had been a normal sight, aside from the stark naked man in front of the girl, the guy was staying on his fours over the parquet floor, his face just millimeters away from the girl dangling little foot.

“Who is it?” I asked.

“This is Phillip Trevor, he was appointed for a session today with you.”

I walked around him, smoking.

The man was a forty something guy, he was ugly with a fat soft body and a hanging belly. There was a shiny bald spot on the top of his head.

“This pig wants to be your slave and schedule regular Femdom sessions.”

“Superb!” I said watching at the front garden through the windows. “Does Henrik hasn’t come yet?”

 She shook her head while typing at the keyboard, I wonder how she could do that with the amazing sharp long nails of her fingers.

“He will come at any moment, he phoned from the airport, he’s already here. It seems his fly from Mexico was nice and smooth. Hey! Look at this! Do you want me to buy you an Avenger’s Black Widow costume? I’m buying some stuff with Mister Trevor credit card!”

“I would never wear that kind of thing!” I said with a hand on my hips. “Have you seen an ashtray?”

Sophie looked at me above her gold rimmed glasses.

“Well, you can use Mister Trevor! Stick your tongue out, you pig!” She commanded sternly to the man who was standing on his fours like a dog.

The poor devil sighed and opened his mouth extending his tongue, presenting it at us.

I flicked the cigarette dropping the red hot ashes over the man´s tongue. He flinched enduring the pain, whining through his throat. I wondered how the hell Sophie selected this guys.

I went over him, straddling him, taking seat over his back.

He winced and howled in pain.

“Hey!” I said. “I don’t weight so much!”

“…Sorry… Miss…” He apologized with an aching voice. “I have a problem on my lower back, and old injury, a lumbar herniated disc, Miss.”

“Ouch!” I said moving forward, shifting my weight to his upper back, on the space between his shoulders. “Poor doggy!”

Sophie put her computer away, over the table, and pointed at the man with her index finger.

“Any other health condition we should know, Mister Trevor, before we move forward with, your slave training.”

She moved her foot, resting the stiletto steel heel of her sandal just over the man’s forehead. The girl dug the heel pushing the man’s head backward.

It was a clashing contradiction watching the petite delicate female behaving in such a tyrannical and domineering way.

“I have problems with my right knee, Mistress. I also take medications to control my high blood pressure.”

Sophie took a sip at her green tea, then took a leather wallet and fumbled at the content.

“And you are married?” She asked.

“Yes, Mistress. That’s the reason that I asked you to not do any punishment that could left permanent marks or scars on me.”  

“That doesn’t sound funny!” I chuckled.

Sophie had produced some photographs from inside the wallet.

“Hey! Show me those pics!” I demanded.

I took them from her hands.

“Is this your wife, doggy?”

I extended the photo, showing it to the man. He nodded.

“She’s so ugly!” I laughed. “Looks like an old toad! Do you fuck her?”

“No, Miss. Not anymore, even if I wanted, I have erectile dysfunction.”

I look at another pictures.

“Wow! Who are these two chicks? Umm, they’re pretty!”

“My two daughters, Miss.”

“You’re a dirty pig, they’re around our age!”

Sophie slid her heel down, along the man’s forehead, down to the side of his nose, she dug the heel hard on the corner of his mouth.

 “So you don’t want scars or marks, eh?” She teased. “You could tell some lie to your wife, maybe that you were mugged, or something like that!”

“He will be mugged on a regular basis!” I said. “That will be hardly believable! We could Google for some kind of tortures that left no mark, some CIA interrogation technique maybe. I guess that breath play could be an option.”

“But, isn’t that dangerous?” Asked the wannabe slave.

“Of course. But driving is dangerous too, you just have to take precautions!”

We heard the main door opening and the sound of steps on the hall.

Heinrich came into the drawing room, he was wearing one of his nice black suits. He didn’t came alone, a beautiful teenage girl was trailing behind him.

“She’s Jezzebel!” Told us Heinrich.

What could I say, the girl was gorgeous. She had a slim body, athletic and voluptuous at the same time. Her boobs and buttocks were incredible. Her eyes were jet dark, as her long silky hair. Her bronze light skin was beautiful, creamy sun kissed mocha.

The girl was totally clad on black leather: a jacket, some tight trousers tucked inside biker’s boots and long gloves were covering her hands.

“Don’t tell me, she is going to go into an audition for a new Underworld movie?” I asked, jumping to me feet, for the relief of the poor man who was standing on his fours like a dog, I’d been seated on his back for quite a long time already.

“She is Lilith.” Said Heinrich. “And she is Sophie.”

“Weird dyed job!” The teenager girl said to me. “And you’re a cutie blonde, you looks like an elf girl!”

Sophie stood up too, hands at her hips, she was lovely and powerful on her woman gray executive suit and high heel stiletto sandals.

“And what are you supposed to be?” Asked the pretty blonde, her petit sandaled foot was stomping over the parquet floor.

“She´s my partner!” Stated Heinrich.

“What!” Both of us yelled at the same time.

“Hey, girls!” He answered back. “Could we seat for a moment and talk about this?”

He took seat on a leather sofa, hauling Jezzebel next to him.

Sophie made a pout and fell flat over the naked slave back.

“Oh! God! My back!” Yelled the old man almost crying.

The blonde girl seated over him like if he were a human bench.

“Lilith, could you fetch me a drink?” Told me Heinrich, he was so good on his sport black suit. His blue eyes were shining, he was well tanned, and his blond gray hair showed a recent crew cut that looked awesome on him.

“Yeah!” I said moving to the nearby bar. “A whisky on the rocks, right?”

He nodded.

“And for you, Jezzebel?”

“A beer will be, do you have Corona?”

“Of course!” I said. “What about you, Sophie, want a beer, too?”

She rolled her eyes at me.

“You know that I don’t drink alcohol! Just give me a mineral water, genius!”

“Who’s him?” Asked Heinrich.

“Whom?” Shot back Sophie, with an annoyed voice.

“The naked man you are seated on?”

“Oh, this is Mister Phillip Trevor, our new part time slave. Mister Trevor, this is my father, Heinrich Schliemann.”

“It’s an honor to meet you, sir.” Grumbled the fat man with a great effort, no doubt, his back was killing him by now.

“Nice to meet you, Trevor, I hope my daughters are giving you a good time.”

I handled a glass of Jack Daniels to Heinrich and one opened bottle of beer to the brunette beauty next to him.

“Just for the record, I’m a natural redhead, my hair is carrot orange, although I use to enhance its color with different tones.”

Jezzebel gulped drinking from the bottle.

“Ok, Red, you can call me Jezz!”

I half smiled and went back to the bar and took a bottle of mineral water for Sophie and another Corona for me.

“Heinz! What the hell are you thinking?” Sophie asked with an angry but controlled voice. “What’s the age of this girl? I even think that is illegal to give her a beer!”

“We met in Mexico city!” Said Jezz, she talked with a heavy sort of American Spanish accent. “We fell in love and we decided to get married.”

Now the blue eyes of Sophie were wide open like plates.

“Cheers! That’s quite news!” I said taking seat next to Sophie over the upper back of Trevor. The poor old man clenched his teeth making an effort to stifle a howl of agony.

“And how did you meet, guys?” I asked, ignoring at my blond friend who was staring with her mouth opened.

“Oh, Henrik took me out of jail.” She said nonchalantly.

 “And what the hell where you doing in the jail?” Sophie asked with shock.

“I just was there for killing a man!”

I spilled my beer, spraying it at Schliemann´s pants.

“Hey! Now I will have to change cloths!” He said. “And there’s an explanation for that!” Henrik offered. “It just sounds worse than it is.”

Sophie blinked.

“You got mad, don’t you?” The blond girl asked. “Did you do a legal marriage? With an underage foreign unknown girl?”

He took a glance at his wrist watch.

“You know what? I need to go, I have a business meeting at one o’clock. You know how the work is. Girls, help Jezz with her luggage, and make her feel at ease and at home, please. We will go for a dinner out, tonight, all of us, ok?”

And he left, just like that.

Jezzebel got at ease on her chair, crossed her legs and took a drink from her beer.

“So, you both are on the Dominatrix stuff, kinky!”

Sophie was like a boiling pressured saucepan. She was about to say something when the man under us slumped falling flat over the parquet floor.

“What you doing, stupid worn!” She yelled, very angry.

We stood up.

“Sorry, Goddess. My back! It’s killing me, I couldn’t withstand anymore.” Apologized the pathetic ugly old man, who was lying on the floor.

“And that’s your excuse, you worn?” Asked the pretty blonde. She stepped her stiletto high heel over the lower back of the man and pressed hard down.

“Please, stop! Don’t do that!” The old man shouted, there were real tears coming down his eyes.

“How you dare to give orders to me, you piece of shit!”

She stomped his lower back, viciously digging the heel. She put all her weight directly on the heel of her sandal, the girl could be small and petite but the sharp needle stiletto heel dug hard making a hell of pain and damage.

“…Sophie!” I said, the girl was walking and stomping all over the man´s back. “You’re upset and in a bad mood, you should take a rest!”

It was a dangerous thing to play any kind of Femdom action when the Dominatrix was angry or irritated. She could make some dangerous injury.

“Sophie! You are hurting him!”

She even jumped over the back of her sub. The man wriggled, clenching the fingers of his hands and feet.

“Please! Sophie!” He pleaded. “I can’t move, oh my column.”

She jumped to the ground.

“The hell with all of you, give the cloths to this pig and kick his ass out of my house!” She said. “I’ll be upstairs!”

She left the room making a hard sound with her stiletto heels.

“She’s not always like that!” I said to Jezzebel. “Can you hear me? Mister Trevor?” I asked to the man.

“I can’t move, from my waist down.” He compliant.

He could be badly hurt.

“Let me check him!” Offered Jezzebel.

The black raven hair beauty stood up. She squatted down, and produced a shiny silver automatic tactical knife.

“What the hell are you going to do?” I asked blinking at the sight of the weapon.

She pricked the man’s buttock with the tip of her knife.

He groaned.

“You still can feel!” She said. “It couldn’t be so bad then. You cannot move but still can feel pain, very convenient!”

She smiled mischievously.

I shook my head.

“Mm… Jezz, the man stated that he didn’t want scares…” I warned.

“And you will obey devotedly. What happen with you, girl? It’s supposed that you are the Mistress, you are in charge, he’s the slave, and he must do and endure whatever you throw at him.”      

“Well, you see, this really don’t work like that…” I started to explain but she wasn’t hearing. She was carving her name over the back of the man. She was pinning the man’s arms with her legs. He was totally at her mercy. A bloody Jezzebel could be read now over his back, wrote with bright red blood.

“Yeah, this is gonna left a scar!” Jezzebel said. “You will have something to remember me!”

She stood up and kicked him hard in the ribs. The steel toe black leather biker boot boomed against the poor old man bones.

“I think you just have some dislocated bone. I could try to fix it!”

She stomped the flat thick sole of her biker boot over his lower back. She climbed over the man, putting her whole weight over him.

“C’mon, Red. Aren’t you going to help me?” Jezzebel said to me.

“That’s crazy.”

“Don’t be foolish! I took some chiropractic lessons, trust me I know what I doing!”

“Chiro… what?” I said, getting near.

“I mean I can fix his back, but I need your help, come, and climb up!”

“Are you sure!”

“Yeah!”

I put my Chucks shoes over the man shoulders.

He started to grumble again, having to endure the full weight of two woman over his beaten back wasn’t an easy thing to do.

I was over him, hardly keeping the equilibrium.

“Give me your hands!” Ordered Jezzebel. “That’s perfect! Now jump!”

“What?”

“Jump! Look, this pig have a dislocated bone, we just have to put it back into place, and besides he can’t go to his home like this.”

“We could call an ambulance. Isn’t?”

“And what the hell are you going to tell them?”

She had a point.

“Are you sure you know this is going to work?”

“Trust me!”

“Ok.”

And I jumped, stomping my shoes flat over the man shoulders. He cried like a mad.

“More force! You must jump higher!”

So I did it. I landed with a crack. I thought it were his ribs crunching.

“Did you hear it?” I asked.

“Of course, you are setting his bones! Now help me, you must hold me while I jump!”

Jezzebel began to jump over the lower back of the man. She jumped very high and landed hard over him, stomping the thick soles of her black leather boots. We took turns, jumping all over his back. The cut on his flesh was also bleeding, his skin become sticky all soaked with his sweat and blood. The soles of my shoes got dirty.

“Let’s stop this!” I said. “He´s back is turning slippery!”

I jumped down to the parquet floor.

“Mister Trevor?” I asked to the man. “Mister Trevor!”

“What happen?” Enquired Jezzebel, hands at her hips, still standing over the man’s lower back.

“He’s unconscious!” I exclaimed. “And it seems he’s not breathing!”

The girl climbed down and sent a powerful kick to the man’s ribs. He coughed and spitted a lot of phlegm. But he didn’t wake up.

“He looks bad!” I said. “Better we take him to a hospital!”

“Ok! Let´s do it!” Agreed Jezzebel. “But we will need help! This pig must weight a ton!”

I was scratching my head, wondering what to do next. I couldn’t go for Sophie, the small girl was vexed and she would be of little help. Yeah! I thought, mister Baker, John was chained on the basement, he was a big and strong muscle young boy.

“Wait here, I’m going for help, just don’t kick him anymore. Ok?”

“Ok!”

I went hurriedly to the basement.

Down there I found John. The man was seated on a chair, naked, handcuffed behind his back, and his ankles were tied to the chair’s legs. Sophie had put him on that position to prevent him from jerking. It had worked, judging by the hard rock erection of his monumentally big cock. Drops of precum were glistening on the tip of his cock.

“Oh, honey! At least! Have you come here to punish me?” He enquired longingly.

“No time for that, John!” I shouted squatting behind him. “Where the hell are the keys of this thing?”

“I don’t know for sure! Sophie teased me saying she throw them at the toilet and flushed them down!”

I smacked my forehead.

“That sick pixie girl!”

I looked around searching for some tool.

“How can I open this damn things?” I screamed.

“Seek at the shelf on the right! There is a heavy duty bolt cutter there! Sophie was threatening to cut my balls and dick with it. What’s happening?”

“There’s a situation!” I said fumbling at the boxes stacked on the shelf. I throw the stuff at the floor. There were many heavy tools.

“It was down.” John said. “It’s the big yellow tool.”

I looked at the lower panel, over there was a long tool, resembling some kind of giant pliers, made of black metal with brightly yellow plastic covering the handles.

Wow! The fucking thing was really heavy.

I took it and went in front of the man, I stopped, legs open and holding the tool upward with my two hands. His cock began to throb.

“Oh! Stop been a pervert for a while, please!”

I hurried behind them and applied the cutting blades of the tool to the chains that were keeping the cuff together.

“Shit! This is harder than I thought!”

“That because they are real, army standard handcuff!” He said.

I applied more pressure and fought until the chain snapped.

“Now on your feet and follow me!” I ordered. “Quickly!”

He went behind me. We rushed to the drawing room.

Jezzebel was reclined on the sofa, she was relaxed, merrily smoking a cigarette. Mister Trevor was still lying on the floor. One side of his face was full covered with blood and one of his ears was missing.

“Are you mad? What the hell you have done?” I exclaimed in horror.

She held her automatic knife up, showing it to us, skewered on the blade was Mister Trevor’s ear.

“I took this as a token” She explained. “Just to show him that his a slave and his whole body belongs to his Mistress!”

I was gasping totally shocked.

Jezzebel fixed her sight on John’s genitals. The colossal manhood was dangling free behind his muscled legs, a pair of orange size balls, and an erect long and thick cock that resembled a steel rod.

“Wow! Who’s your friend I could take a token from him, too!”

She pointed to his balls with her bloody knife. John shivered.

“You’re a psycho!” I shouted. “That man is bleeding, we need to take him to a hospital!”

“Relaxed, Red!” She said smiling. “I already cauterized the wound on his ear!”

She blew a cloud of smoke.

“But his unconscious and his back is damaged, he need medical treatment. C’mon John, help me to put him in the SUV!” I ordered.

He put the man on his back, and passed his arms under Trevor’s arms and hauled him out.

“I can with him, Lilith, just lead me to the car!”

We went outside. I was ahead, John was behind pulling the knocked out fat man and Jezzebel was following us. We reached my Nissan SUV.

“Put him back on the cargo bay!” I commanded.

He did it.

“Now the keys are in the ignition!”

“Do you want me to drive?” He asked.

“Of course, I don’t know how!”

“But I’m naked! And I don’t know the city, you should go for Sophie.”

“I would prefer not to bother her, really!”

“Oh, guys… I can drive!” Offered Jezzebel.

“Ok! Let’s go!” I ordered.

I seated next to her, and John put himself crunched on the back seat. 

“The hospital is at the other side of the city!” I explained.

“Show me a low traffic route, Red. We must avoid main roads!”

I nodded and we went into motion.

“Check if he is breathing.” I said turning back to John.

“Don’t worry, it looks like the old man’s still alive!”

We were crossing a narrow lonely and desolated back alley. Jezzebel stopped the car.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“We are going to dump the pig here!” Specified the dark hair girl.

“What?”

“Listen! We can’t enter to a hospital with this guy. They will make questions. What are you going to tell? That this is a deviated kinky sick who paid you to be tortured by you? They will call the police. Better we dumped him here and we can talk to nine-one-one from a street phone later, we can say we saw a fat old man been mugged.”

I granted, the girl had brains, I didn’t had think about it. I hadn’t a plan. Just showing myself at a hospital?

“Ok, we’ll follow your plan!”

We went out of the car.

John opened the back hatch and threw Trevor out, the fat man fell hard over the asphalt road, next to one garbage container.

“Now, get off the car, John!” Ordered Jezzebel, the cinnamon skin girl had produced a pistol. She was holding the weapon with both hands aiming to the man.

I jumped aside screaming.

“No! Please don’t do it!” Pleaded the poor Mister Baker.

“You will be fine! You jerk! If you follow my orders! But refuse to obey and I will open another hole on your body!”

“…What you want me to do?”

“Start stroking your cock!”

“What?”

“Just do it!” She yelled.

He grabbed his member with a hand and began to pound at it. He got hard pretty soon, it was easy. He have been in forced chastity for five days already.

“Hands off, boy!”

He obeyed. His hard and gigantic cock was throbbing. It was hard rock.

“Now, John, you are going to take Mister Trevor and put him on his knees, just over the cardboard box against the wall. Nice, now I want you to fuck the old faggot!”

“Woman, you are crazy!”

“Just do it!” She yelled cocking the pistol.

The man went pale.

“But I’m not gay!”

“I don’t fucking care!”

He gulped and turned. He held Trevor with his arms and put him against the box. He spread his legs, then looked for the ass of the fat man, John hesitated holding his cock with his hand just in front of the hole.

“Don’t refuse!” Shouted Jezzebel.

I was frozen I couldn’t move.

John took a deep breath, he closed his eyes and penetrated the old man ass.

“Yeah, go, deeper, tear the faggot apart!”

John began to fuck the fat man doggy style. His big hard throbbing cock went in and out with quick thrusts. John wanted to end quickly. He even began to gasp and moan, it seemed that Trevor virgin ass was very tight. John thrust hard, his hands keeping hold of the old man hips. His cock began to twitch as he reached orgasm. He cried while his load was shot inside the old man ass. He threw his head backward. He shot a huge load, trembling with the long orgasm. He finally stick his dick out.

“Get out of the way!” Jezzebel ordered.

The young girl got near the old man. She landed a powerful hard kick at the man’s belly. Her biker steel toe boots crashed hard against the soft flesh. She began to kick the man fiercely. The girl sent kick after kick to the poor devil, she kicked everywhere, at his belly, his ribs, testicles and head and face. He endured a hell of a kick storm.

She finally stopped. Her boots were covered with blood.

“Jump to the car! We´re leaving!” Jezzebel told to us.