The Ring

Chapter VIII

“If you don’t choose, then I’m just going to punish both of them.”

“Please! I can’t! Punish me instead!” Grace threw herself at the feet of her master, screaming through her tears.

Wesley smiled down at the prostrate girl at his feet. “That’s not how this works. Choose. One,” he pointed with his cane, “or the other.” He tapped the cane back on the ground in front of Grace’s face. “Or both.”

Grace couldn’t look at them, staring fixedly at the ground as it felt like the world was spinning around her, focusing on the tips of Wesley’s black loafers. If she looked up, she was afraid she might pass out.

“The clock is ticking.”

She couldn’t do it, couldn’t condemn one of them. But she knew full well that if she didn’t, Wesley would follow through on his promise, and she was damning both of them.

“Three… Two…”

“Ellie,” she whispered.

“Louder.”

“Ellie,” she said, only a few decibels louder.

She felt the cane under her chin, lifting her head. Wesley turned it, tilting her head to the side, forcing her to look. “So they can hear. Tell them who you’ve chosen to be punished.”

Grace’s vision was blurry from tears, but she could still make out the two forms dangling from the ceiling by their ankles. Ellie’s face was almost the same shade of red as the ballgag plugging her mouth. And Tanya’s, well Tanya’s was still covered by a black leather hood. All she’d asked was if she could just see her sister’s face, to let Tanya see her. But that was asking for too much. She was a slave now, and she wasn’t allowed to make requests. And one of them had to be punished for her mistake. And she had to choose.

“Punish Ellie, Sir,” Grace said, her voice wavering but loud.

The first time she’d been forced to make this same decision, she’d justified it by telling herself Ellie was tougher than her sister, that she could take whatever Wesley and his slavers could dish out. The second time, she told herself Tanya had been enslaved for so much longer, forced to go through god only knew what, and anything she could do to ease her sister’s suffering she would do. Now she realized as she watched her friend and partner being lowered into the waiting arms of two slavers that would dole out her punishment, she knew that she would always choose her sister over Ellie. At least Tanya wouldn’t have to watch, like she did. At least Tanya wouldn’t see the pain on Ellie’s face, and the cold mask Grace forced herself to wear as she looked on, knowing that looking away would only make it worse.

“I’m sorry,” she mouthed at Ellie while her partner was righted and bound again, hanging from her wrists instead of her ankles this time, balancing on her tiptoes. If Ellie saw or even cared that was apologetic for picking her again to be tortured, she made no sign, staring fixedly ahead.

When the slavers started to bring Tanya down as well, Grace felt her heart start to race. Wesley was cruel, but he was typically a man of his word, and when he promised something, he made good on it, but she still couldn’t help but panic at the thought that he might still do something to her.

“Relax,” Wesley said, putting his hand on her shoulder.

She gulped and nodded, watching while her sister was brought down as well. She would do anything to see her face again, to look into her eyes, to talk to her, just to hear her voice, not stifled by a gag. Wesley didn’t even dangle those prospects in front of her, letting her own desperate hope drive her while she settled for the rare, fleeting opportunities to touch her, where she could at least try to communicate that she was there for her sister with a squeeze of her hand.

“Come,” Wesley said. He waited for her to climb to her feet, tottering in the ridiculous heels she was forced to wear. It was her only clothing, and it seemed like every time she adjusted to the heels, she was strapped into even taller ones, always keeping her off balance.

Tanya had also been forced to stand, her cuffed wrists locked to a chain dangling from the ceiling. She jerked head from side to side as she adjusted to the new position, her red hair whipping back and forth from where it was pulled through her hood. She was positioned in front of Ellie, with her back to her fellow captive, with both women facing the approaching Grace and Wesley.

“You said you weren’t going to punish her,” Grace whispered.

“And I’m not,” he said.

Grace’s heart pounded. She tried to remember exactly what he’d told her. He’d just said she had to choose who would be punished; surely she couldn’t be expected to dole out punishment on her sister.

“Please, don’t make me…” She knew the consequences of making requests, but she couldn’t help herself.

Wesley chuckled. “Make you what?”

“Please, I can’t…” she whispered. She could imagine her sister’s face under the mask, watching blindly, listening through the thick leather.

“Oh, you thought I was going to make you hurt your dear sister,” he said, his voice dripping with exaggerated pity.

Grace nodded, fighting back tears.

“How could you think such a thing? You chose to have Ellie punished instead, and that’s exactly what’s going to happen.”

Grace looked over her sister’s shoulder at Ellie. The other agent’s face was set, her brow furrowed deeply, her jaw locked around her ballgag, her teeth bared, her eyes focused on a point in space.

“All you have to do is tell your sister here what’s happening.”

“What?”

“She should know what you spared her from.”

Grace’s eyes widened.

Wesley nudged her forward until she was right in front of her sister.

“Tanya?”

The blind and mute girl nodded, affirming that she could at least hear through the stifling leather hood that conformed to her face, with only two small rings over her nostrils to let her breath.

Grace looked over Tanya’s shoulder, and her heart dropped.

She didn’t know the names of most of the slavers; they were interchangeable assholes who took pleasure in her suffering. This one she knew, and knew too well.

He was called Rod, and whether that was his actual name, a nickname given to him because of his frighteningly large cock, or because of his penchant for beating the slaves with a heavy wooden rod, she didn’t know. Rod wasn’t as big as some of the lumbering brutes that manhandled around her and the other girls, probably less than six feet tall, but he was solid muscle. He’d come up behind Ellie, his left arm clearly straining from the case he was hefting. He dropped it on the floor with a heavy thud.

Grace looked at Ellie. Ellie still wouldn’t look at her, her eyes staring fixedly off into space. If her partner knew or cared about Rod’s appearance behind her, her face didn’t show it.

Rod’s burly, tattoo covered arms wrapped around Ellie, his strong hands grabbing her breasts, kneading them between his stubby fingers. “Let’s get started,” he whispered into her ear, and then he kneeled down behind her and popped open his case.

“Tell her,” Wesley told Grace. “Paint a picture with your words for her, so she knows exactly how much you care about her.”

Grace choked back a sob. She opened and closed her mouth, trying to talk but words failed her as she watched Rod take out a spool of thin jute rope.

“Unless you’d rather her experience it herself…” Wesley mused.

Grace swallowed, her mouth very dry. “He’s tying her up,” she told her sister.

“She’s tied up too. That’s hardly enough description to make her grateful for what you’ve done for her,” Wesley chided.

Grace knew her captor wouldn’t be satisfied until she described everything she’d forced on Ellie in graphic detail. She steeled herself and tried again.

“He’s tying her boobs up.”

“Speak up. You want her to be able to hear you through her hood.”

Grace knew Tanya could hear her, but Wesley wanted to make sure Ellie couldn’t ignore it. Her friend not only had to suffer through it, she had to listen to her partner describe what she’d cursed her with.

“He’s tying the ropes really tight.” Grace forced herself to speak louder and clearly. “It looks painful.”

Ellie’s eyes closed, her brow furrowed. Her breasts were already turning red, the circulation cut off by Rod’s brutal rope work. When she opened her eyes again, they were focused right on Grace. Grace could see the full pain she’d inflicted on her friend in her eyes in the brief seconds before Ellie stared off at the far wall again.

“He’s got,” Grace gulped, trying not to cry. “He’s got a dildo. A big one, on a pole.”

Upon hearing this, Tanya reflexively squeezed her legs together while behind her Ellie’s were spread, muffled grunts escaping her gagged mouth while Rod rammed the big black silicone phallus up her pussy without lube.

“He’s put it, inside her,” Grace told her sister. “He’s got it on a stand under her and she’s…” Impaled on it was what she was thinking, but she couldn’t bring herself to stay it, watching Ellie’s strained face as Rod brought her legs back, binding her ankles to her thighs, the ropes digging deep into flesh, so that all her weight was suspended from her wrists and resting on the dildo forced up inside her.

Grace had stopped describing, leaving her sister to interpret Ellie’s muffled grunts and her own sympathetic whimpers. Tanya fidgeted, leaning her head forward until it rested against her sister’s, only a layer of leather separating them.

“I’m not sure you’re really selling that she’s not being punished.”

“He’s tying her boobs more,” Grace blurted.

“That’s not enough.”

Grace looked back at him, eyes wide, not sure of what he wanted from her.

“Make your sister feel appreciated.”

Grace continued to stare at him like a deer in the headlights.

“She won’t feel like she’s being punished if you reward her.” Wesley took Grace’s slack wrist, moving her hand between her sister’s legs. Tanya whimpered and tried to shy away, but her movement was severely hampered by the chain holding her wrists. “You know what to do,” Wesley whispered in Grace’s ear, still holding her wrist. “Give your sister a treat.”

Grace shook her head, whimpering.

“Would you rather she be punished too?”

Grace shook her head, harder. Her breath hitching as she fought off sobs, she rotated her wrist and curled her fingers up, feeling for the first time her sister’s hairless pussy. It was torture, she realized as Wesley let go of wrist, leaving her to her own devices. Choice had been an illusion, and no matter what she did, all of them paid the price. Ellie, with the cruel ropes digging into her flesh while Rod continued to bind her helpless body; Tanya, with her own sister’s fingers pawing clumsily at her pussy in a desperate attempt to pleasure her; and Grace, knowing she had caused this.

“You’re not reminding her what could be happening to her.”

“Her boobs look like they’re going to be split in half, there’s a rope bisecting them right through the middle over her nipples,” Grace said, her voice monotone. She focused all her attention on the grisly details of what she was witnessing happening to Ellie; it helped keep her mind off of what her fingers were doing, rubbing her sister’s slit. It had been many years since she’d been fingered by a horny college boy, and even longer since she’d used her own digits to pleasure herself, having found a vibrator much more efficient. She didn’t care, she knew her sister couldn’t be enjoying it, doing it badly had to be the better outcome than being forced to orgasm like this.

She was wrong.

“Your sister doesn’t seem to be enjoying herself.”

Grace wanted to tell her to pretend, to fake it, but that’s not what Wesley wanted. He would know if it was anything less than genuine, and they’d all be worse off for it.

Grace jammed her fingers in her mouth, trying to conjure up enough saliva to moisten them. She didn’t have to look back over her shoulder to see Wesley’s smile as she reached back between her sister’s legs, her slick digits gliding between her folds.

“He’s taking her gag out,” Grace said. She cast her mind back to when she was a horny teen, before she’d bought her first vibrator, reading one of their mom’s steamy romance novels she’d left out while she played with herself.

“Gaaah, fuck!” Ellie screamed as the ballgag was pulled from her mouth. “You bannmmmph!!”

“He’s gagging her again,” Grace told her sister. She tried to watch what she had to narrate out of the corner of the eye, as if that would somehow separate her from what was happening. “He’s stuffing her mouth with a big red rag,” she continued, her fingers teasing her sister’s slit, finally feeling Tanya getting wet, her slick replenishing the drying saliva on her fingers. “It won’t all fit,” she said over Ellie’s muffled choking sounds. “He’s holding it all in with rope around her mouth.”

Tanya squirmed and tried to back away.

“He’s got a—”

Before she could find the word she was looking for, the crack of the leather thongs on Rod’s new toy against Ellie’s back filled the room.

Tanya shrieked and jumped back, dangling by her wrists and dancing on her toes.

“Her punishment doesn’t end until she cums.”

She knew what she had to do. Grace grabbed her sister’s ass, holding her close while she got to work. She rubbed faster, emulating that horny young girl desperate to find pleasure. “He’s got a whip,” she said, raising her voice over Ellie’s muffled screams and the smack of leather against flesh. “He’s hitting her, over and over.” Grace was crying, tears rolling down her cheeks, but her voice was clear, focused. She curled her fingers in, plunging them into her sister’s tight pussy. “She’s in so much pain.” Grace’s green eyes were riveted to Ellie’s naked body, shuddering with each blow, every muscle in her helpless, toned form clenched against the onslaught. “I don’t know how she can take it, but she has to.” Her voice was flat. “We all have to. We don’t have a choice.” She worked her fingers faster, furiously pumping them into her sister while she rubbed her clit under her thumb. “Faster. Harder. Her back, her boobs, her pussy, he’s hitting her everywhere.”

Tanya was struggling. She didn’t want this. Not like this. Not from her sister. Grace held her tighter, pulling her body against hers, their sweaty breasts pressed together. She could feel her sister’s heart racing like a jackrabbit’s as she leaned in, watching Ellie’s whipping behind her, her lips pressed against the leather hood right over Tanya’s ear. “She’s being punished. I chose her to be punished to spare you!”

Why wouldn’t she just cum?

Grace had suffered countless forced orgasms in the time she’d been a slave. She hadn’t wanted a single one and yet each time Wesley and his slave trainers had effortlessly ripped them from her. Now she was on the other side, and her sister didn’t get to be stubborn.

Grace’s grip on Tanya’s ass tightened. “You’re not being punished,” she lied to her. “You’re my sister. I thought you were dead!” She fingered her sister faster. “I thought I had lost you! But you’re here. And we’re together! And I would never do anything to hurt you!”

Tanya shrieked into her gag and her body tensed up. Grace’s slick hand stopped, her sore wrist slowly uncurling and her hand fell limp to her side. Her other arm wrapped around Tanya, half holding on for support, half hugging her sister while she sobbed. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m so, so sorry.”

She felt Wesley’s hand on her shoulder. Grace whispered one last apology before turning to her master.

“You did a good job,” he praised her, smiling down at her.

A rush of hatred roiled through her, so physical an incarnation of her rage that she thought she would vomit. Instead, she looked down and said “Thank you.”

“You made the right choice. She’s been through so much; she needed this. It pleases me to see you sisters bonding.” He took her wrist, lifting it up in front of her face. Her fingers glistened, still glazed in her sister’s cum. “Clean yourself up.”

Grace closed her eyes. Her hand was trembling as she brought it closer to her mouth. Slowly, she stuck out her tongue, licking her finger.

“How does she taste?”

Grace sobbed, the salty taste of her tears rolling down her cheeks mingling with the flavor of her sister’s snatch as she sucked on her fingers. She licked her hand clean, feeling Wesley’s lecherous gaze on her the entire time. Finally she held out her hand for presentation, now just wet with her own saliva.

“Good girl.” Wesley turned her around, wrapping one of his arms around her body, his hand gripping her boob. She saw Rod had started untying Ellie. Her friend was still gagged, but he’d removed most of the ropes. Her naked body was a maze of marks, thin, deep red lines of rope marks, alternating with the wider, raised red welts left behind by the flogger. She saw that some of them had drawn blood. Rod cut the ropes frog tying her legs, and her feet flopped to the floor. Ellie made no effort to even try to stand, still hanging limply by her wrists, still impaled on the dildo.

“I’m sure she understands why you picked her,” Wesley said. He said it loud enough for Ellie to hear, but if the beaten woman could understand, she gave no reaction. Her eyes were open, but her gaze unfocused, her head swinging from side to side as Rod removed her restraints. “She’s your sister,” Wesley gestured to Tanya, still also standing with her head bowed. “How can she expect to compete with the bond you two share?”

Grace looked at her two fellow captives. Ellie had only been her partner for two years, but in that time they’d grown close, their relationship expanding beyond work. She’d become her closest friend, and even like a sister to her. But her real sister, who she thought she’d lost, who she’d grieved and denied the idea that she might never see her again. She’d dedicated her career and her life to finding out what had happened to her. To finding her. And now she had.

“She can’t,” Grace whispered.

Rod uncuffed Ellie and the other agent collapsed to the floor, dropping like a rag doll. Grace winced as she saw her back, which was in even worse shape than her front, an ugly kaleidoscope of red and purple welts spotted with blood.

“You’ve had a busy day. You can go to bed early,” Wesley told her. Grace was vaguely aware of him pulling something out of his pocket. She recognized the now familiar smell of chloroform as the wet pad was pressed over her mouth and nose. Her reflexive attempts to shy away from the sleep inducing drug were met with his tightening grip, her captor holding her naked body against his, keeping the chloroform pad clamped over her mouth and nose. “Just breath,” he told her.

He was right. At this point she didn’t even remember what she’d been doing before being faced with the choice of whom to torture, but it didn’t matter. It had been a busy day, and if she was asleep, she could escape the horrors of her reality. She took in a deep breath, feeling the soporific fumes hit her system immediately. Her vision swam, Ellie and Tanya blurring before her in between longer and longer blinks.

“Sleep.”

Grace nodded slightly, mumbling faintly into his hand. She listened. When Wesley told her to do something, she obeyed. Grace closed her eyes and passed out.