The Dominafuhrer - THE GODMOTHER

Episode 16 - Punishment By Proxy

As Kurt dragged Sarah towards the dungeon end of the gallery, a white faced Ken Waveney stood in his way but Bradshaw whispered in his ear and he slumped back into his chair, tearing off his wig and throwing it on the table.

“Please! Please! Don’t hurt me! The floor was wet. It was an accident.” Sarah screamed and struggled but Kurt was too strong for her. No one else tried to stop him but I noticed that, back by the door, Eva was preventing Sherry from speaking out. Miss Spiteful was looking in the same direction and I leant closer to her.

“Did Eva spill something on the floor?” I whispered.

“Kurt said something to her just beforehand and she was carrying a jug,” Miss Spiteful replied. 

 Still protesting, Sarah was pushed head first over a whipping horse and her wrists were secured with snap lock bracelets. Her kicking ankles were similarly fastened and Kurt flipped up the back of Sarah’s tunic to expose her knickered buttocks. The flimsy undergarment was ripped away and Kurt threw the shreds on the floor before running his hands over soft pink mounds of flesh and turning to grin at the rest of us. Then he pulled a folded leather hood from his belt and drew it down over his head leaving only his eyes and mouth exposed.

“Permission to punish this wretch, Sir Francis?” Kurt called out to Sir Geoffrey. Our host didn’t look too sure but waved his hand. “You may proceed, Mister Ketch.” Kurt’s grin widened beyond the stitched edges of the mouth aperture in his hood as he examined a rack of whips and canes. He selected a cane, swishing it through the air several times, and then tapped it gently on Sarah’s bare backside.

“Look!” Lord Mayberry called out, his wig quivering with his indignation. “Am I going to get my cock sucked or not?” 

“Certainly”, Bradshaw replied and there was a wail from Pippa who had backed against the wall with her hand over her mouth. “Gisela will be pleased to accommodate you,” Bradshaw continued smoothly. “She is probably the most experienced here in that art.”

It was Wilmington’s turn to groan and put his hands over his face as his flush faced wife closed her eyes and stalked towards the end of the table. She knelt in front of the Peer who had turned his chair sideways and spread his legs wide. Gisela fumbled with the codpiece of his trousers and, having opened the flaps, she blinked at whatever she found there before lowering her face on to Lord Mayberry’s groin. He let out a sigh of contentment as Gisela’s head started to bob up and down and he waved for Kurt to continue. 

The whistle as the cane descended was cut short by a sharp crack and an ear splitting scream from Sarah. Kurt stepped back to admire the perfect red line across the cheeks of Sarah’s bottom and then administered a further half dozen strokes to match the first. Sarah screamed and sobbed in agony as she tried to stand up but was held fast by the metal restraints.

Kurt put his hand between the tops of Sarah’s legs and massaged the lips of her vagina. He held his wet fingers up for us to see and then wiped them across Sarah’s wriggling bottom, smearing the blood that was seeping through the wounds that he had inflicted on her.

Lord Mayberry let out a howl of ecstasy and, putting his hands on the top of Gisela’s head, pressed her face deeper against his groin. His heels pounded on the floor, his knees jerked and there was a gurgling sound from Gisela before he let out a deep sigh of satisfaction. Wilmington was ashen faced and looked totally devastated unable to look any one else in the eye.

Mayberry took his hands off the top of Gisela’s head which she raised slowly, her eyes still closed and a dribble of semen from the lipstick smeared corner of her mouth.

“Don’t get up, Gisela,” Bradshaw ordered. “I’m sure that his lordship will have further need of you later. Unless anyone else would like her to….?” His question went unanswered and Gisela relaxed back on her heels with her head bowed.

Kurt resumed his caning, landing his strokes across the backs of Sarah’s thighs, above and below the tops of her stockings, oblivious to her ear shattering screams. Only when her flesh had turned and ugly black and purple and blood was trickling down her stockinged calves did he cease. The shark’s teeth grin was flashed towards Miss Spiteful and I before he dropped the cane, stepped up close to Sarah’s bottom, and unbuttoned the flap of his trousers.

“No!” Waveney wailed but Kurt inserted himself into the exposed vulva of his victim and thrust away for a few minutes before some grunting and jerking signaled his ejaculation. He made sure that he had buttoned up his trousers again before turning to face us as if expecting comment. There was silence in the room, apart from Sarah’s sobbing, until Miss Spiteful gave him a slow ironic handclap.

Everyone waited for Kurt to react against my mistress as the eyes behind the mask narrowed but he just turned and snatched a cat o’nine tails of the wall. Ripping the back of Sarah’s dress apart, up to the neck, he lashed her across the shoulders several times until her body sagged in the restraints and her sobbing ceased. She had fainted and this time, when had Kurt thrown down the whip and pulled of his hood, he stalked back to his chair.

“That’s two down,” Miss Spiteful murmured. “I wonder whose next?”

Suddenly, I realised what she meant and understood the purpose of this elaborate charade. If the guests were all victims of blackmail then they had already been approached and the terms dictated. This was an exercise in crushing their will by showing how powerless they were to protect their loved ones from the consequences of resistance or not complying with what was demanded of them. Wilmington and Waveney had had this demonstrated to them and it was dawning on the others that, before we all left on Tuesday, they too would suffer at the hands of Kurt.

Todd Garrod got up and rushed out of the room, his hand over his mouth, followed by an anxious Dominic and Kurt’s disdainful stare. George Harman also looked a bit green and was sweating and Clarissa’s face deathly pale as she patted his shoulder but her eyes were still hard and black. Sir Geoffrey was clutching Ashley’s hand across his chest, but his lover, standing behind our host’s chair seemed oblivious of his impending doom.

“I enjoyed that, what?” Lord Mayberry chortled and signaled for more wine. Sherry advanced down the table, as if in a dream, her eyes fixed on the torn and discoloured flesh on Sarah’s back and legs. The victim was starting to stir and then there was the sound of her gagging and sobbing.

“Lord Rochester, you may release your slave and take her away,“ Bradshaw called over to Waveney. “Neither of you are needed any further tonight.”

Waveney got up from his chair, almost pushing Sherry aside as she abstractedly refilled Mayberry’s goblet. The journalist quickly released the girl from her bonds and scooped her limp body up in his arms, her head and feet dangling either side. Her eyes were still closed and she was still trying to retch as Waveney stumbled from the room, Sarah’s blood staining his white trousers and stockings and his brocaded coat.

“Well, we didn’t want her being sick on floor in here, did we?” Bradshaw asked and then turned his cold eyes on Wilmington who was trying to attract his attention. “No, Mister Wilkes, you and Gisela will remain here. Her services might still be required.”

“Oh I say, yes,” Mayberry laughed and Wilmington slumped back in his chair. Silence settled on the room again as we waited for him to select the next victim for a demonstration.

“Mistress Spiteful,” he called to my mistress. “It’s been nearly twenty years since I last saw you at work. Would you be good enough to select a slave and show us what you can do?”

I expected Miss Spiteful to spurn this offer but, to my surprise, she stood up and signaled to Kelly. “Slave, help me out of this gown. I can’t work dressed like this.”

“Thank you, Mistress Spiteful,” Bradshaw smiled in gratitude although Kurt’s face was twisted into sneer. “Honoured members”, Bradshaw continued. “If you have all finished eating, can we adjourn to the more comfortable chairs in the dungeon to watch the rest of the sport? Drinks will still be served to you there. I doubt if Signor Casanova and Dominic will be rejoining us.”

Wilmington quickly rose to go to his wife but Kurt had moved even faster to push him away. Kurt selected a metal chain from a number hanging on the wall clipped one end to the collar around Gisela’s neck and handed the other end to a grinning Mayberry. The Peer rose and waddled towards one of the armchairs pulling at the metal lead and forcing Gisela to follow him on her hands and knees.

While this little drama played out, Miss Spiteful had taken her dress off to reveal one of her tight leather basques, with only a wire support under each of her naked breasts and long black suspenders down her thighs to her stocking tops.

“Listen, Girls,” she whispered urgently to us. “If this turns nasty, I want you both to concentrate on getting Sherry away from here, whether she wants to go or not. I’ve given Kelly the name and telephone number of a man that you will need to call. Don’t be put off when you hear where he works. Insist on speaking to him, use my real name and tell him what has happened. In any case Storm, I want you to try and get between Sherry and Kurt. What I’m about to do might provoke him into a reaction and she is one of three people that he could revenge himself on.” 

She suddenly put her hand against Kelly’s cheek and gave a sad smile. “I’m sorry Snow,” she murmured and Kelly straightened her back and nodded her head. We realised who one of the other that Kurt might pick could be.

Miss Spiteful turned and stalked into the pool of flickering light in the dungeon, cast by the floor candelabras, and there was an intake of breathe at her appearance. She selected a long whip and another cat o’nine tails, which she dropped onto a chair, from the wall rack and paced up and down until all the Guests had settled in their chairs and the Slaves were ranged behind them.

There was an expectant hush as Miss Spiteful’s eyes swept over the company and I got a flicker of approval as she spotted that I had brought one of the dining chairs and was alongside Sherry and Eva at the back.

“Come on Spiteful,” Kurt jeered. “Surely you can’t be spoilt for choice.”

“Oh no,” she replied. “I will take her!” Miss Spiteful whirled on her high heeled shoes and the tip of her whip pointed straight at Eva.

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