New Beginning, Bound And Chained 2
By: V. L. Marquette
Lightly edited by: Ravyn
(Authors Note) This is a work of fiction, nothing more. Any resemblance
to anyone, alive or dead is purely coincidental. But, honestly folks, this
takes place on another planet. So this little warning is kind of silly don't ya
think?
*****WARNING***** (NO ONE, AND I DO MEAN NO ONE.) Under the age of 18,
or who lives in an area that this sort of material is illegal, should not read
any farther.
CHAPTER 7
"Look, Lauren. I need to go that woman that came with you, she is my
Lover's sister, and he needs me to help him with her. I promise you. No one
here is going to harm you in anyway. Even if you sex didn't guarantee your
safety, your condition would. No one here would dream of using force against a
woman that was with child. So I am going to have to trust you not to be
foolish, can I?" He kissed the top of her brow, before pulling back. "Finish
you meal, and then, I will ask one of the others to see to it that you are
bathed. But for now, I must go." The worry in his tone was strong. He had
sent Jerrick to help him take care of the two women that were now part of their
home, only to discover that the one that he had sent him for was his older
sister, and worse, the poor woman was suffering from the loss of her child. 'I
should have thought to check'. He berated himself as he looked around for
someone to help him. "Fain, I need your help." He grabbed his second consorts
arm. "I have to go, I sent Jerrick to help me with another that are now part of
Kaj's house, only to find out that she is Jerrick's older sister. My Lover is
in need of my support and me now. His sister has lost her son, him his nephew.
Would you please see to it that Lauren is cared for until such time as I can get
back to her?"
Fain pushed him gently. "Go on Cay. I know what he has to be going
through right now. Jeremy was a good kid."
Caytin kissed him briefly. "Thank you love."
Jerrick looked up as Caytin hurried into the room. "Master, help Me."
there was so much pain in his words it was almost like a blow.
Jerrick pulled Stella into Caytin's arms when he sought the support that
he knew this man would offer. "Those bastards, they killed her boy, my nephew."
He raged, not crying, later in his mistresses arms, he would cry, but for now.
He didn't dare. If he faltered any at all, his older sister would suffer more,
and he knew that she had suffered more than anyone should be asked to and still
live."
"I know, Kaj called me, warned me of what had happened. Name, it, love.
I can't offer you a 'Man's Justice'. The animals are dead. But anything else
you ask, if it is in my power, it is yours."
Jerrick looked up from where he had been holding his sister. "Please,
send her to the Temple. If only for a little while, not only was Jeremy killed,
but Warron was too. She lost not only her son, but her husband, my best friend
as well. Please, Master, the priestesses can help her, in ways I don't think
anyone else can."
"Don't bother looking up to me." Kaj's voice was part compassion, part
fury. "Of course she can go to the Temple, Jerrick. Since when has any slave
ever had to beg to get the Mother's help?"
"Thank you, Mistress." Jerrick lifted Stella's face. "Listen to me. I
can't help you now. But they can. And now that I know where you are, and that
you are alive, and if not well, at least no longer in danger, I can be more at
peace. Go on honey, I'll see you soon enough. Let the Temple priestess's help
heal you. I can't honey. Jeremy was more like my little brother than nephew."
A strangled sob from the door as Trinna hurried in. Jerrick's pain had
hit her hard. For one moment, she was truly happy that they were not matched
soul to soul. If they had been, she would have been unable to think with the
pain he was suffering now. "Jerrick. Love?" She was at his side at once.
Jerrick looked up at her, agony in his dark eyes. "Trinna, Lady, this
is my older sister Stella." He had to fight not to break. "The Taberon, they
killed both her son and her husband. My nephew is dead."
She fought with herself to keep from giving in to the pain that he was
feeling. To weep for him while he could not. "What can we do for her love, for
you?"
"I am sending her with Bassel to the Temple. Bassel will stay there for
the rest of her days, but your consort's sister only until she finds peace. I
would suggest that you see to him as well, but I really don't think I need
advise you on how to care for your man. I think you already know what to do."
Trinna nodded. "Come on, love. Let Cay take her and the other to the
Temple. Surely you know there she is safe."
"One moment please, Trin." He needed to make sure that his sister knew
she was safe. He wouldn't let her still think, she was in any danger. Not
after all that she had been through already. "Stell, This is Caytin. He is
mistress's Kaj's first consort, and head of all of us in this city." He held on
to her as she trembled. "He is also my master. I trust you in his care, and
you know I would never let anyone hurt you if I could stop him. So just go on,
and don't be afraid of him. Don't be afraid of anyone in this city. You are
safe now."
Trinna held Jerrick close as Caytin gently helped Stella up to her feet,
and helped her along with the old woman from the room. "She's gone baby. You
can let go now." Trinna had never felt this kind of pain from her mate, from
the other two yes, but never Jerrick, he had always been the strong one the
steady and dependable one of her bunch.
He shook his head. "No, not yet, later, tonight in our bed with Steff
and Drav yeah I'll let go. But right now if I start, I don't think I could
stop."
Trinna helped him up slowly. "Not later Jerrick, now. Nothing and no
one is more important to me than you are. I will not have your heart bleeding
like it is. You sent your sister to the Temple for healing. I'm not the
Temple, but I am your lady, and I will see to it that you come through this.
Come on, my love."
Steffon and Drav looked up from where they had been playing with the
children as Trinna led Jerrick into the room. "Master?" Steffon's voice was
tight at the sound of the Jerrick's stifled sobs.
"Have your Lover see to it that one of the bedwarmers take our children
right now. My man who is your Lover needs us both." There was no room for
discussion in her tone. The emotional pain that Jerrick was in was all but
ripping her heart out.
"Papa," Dowan sobbed as Drav tried to gather him up to take him from the
room where there was so much pain.
In pain or not, the fear and confusion that he heard in his boys voice
snapped Jerrick back to reality. Yes he had lost his nephew, but he could not
ignore his son's in his grief. He reached out and grabbed both of them,
crushing them against his chest. "Ssshh, it's okay, your papa is just upset
right now. Not at you, never at you." He knelt there, holding his two and
began to weep.
"What happened Mistress?" Steffon was worried. He had never, not even
the few times he had heard his master sob under the lash before they stopped,
waiting for his sight to be returned so he could see how much he enjoyed it.
Ever heard Jerrick cry like he was now.
"What do you think? Those thrice-damned monsters that had hurt so many
killed his nephew." She held on to her second consort crying as her first fell
apart.
There was no need to ask which nephew. Steffon knew which one. His
master only had one. He had told him so much about him in the wee hours as they
lay together beside his mistress as she slept. "Please, Mistress, help me to
him. I can't see, but I need to be with him."
"Let him finish making sure our son's understand that their papa isn't
going to abandon them like their first did, and then yes. But right now, he
needs our babies more than he needs even me."
"When he is ready, Mistress, I will take them and leave. I don't think
he wants to see my face right now." Drav gathered both Hope and Winna in his
arms. "I know he understands that it wasn't me or my brother's or sister that
did this to his sister and nephew, but I look too much like the ones that
committed the crime."
Jerrick looked up from where he held Dowan and Koran. "No, Drav. I
mean, yes, the babies don't need to be here right now, but I'm not gong to blame
you for something that wasn't yours or any of those that you loves fault." He
sniffled, trying to control his emotions again, as he reached down and ruffled
Koran's hair. "Go on you two, let your da take you to the playroom for
a-while." He forced a soft smile on his face as Drav gathered them along with
their daughters and slowly led them from the room.
The moment the door closed, Jerrick lowered his head again. "I'm sorry
baby, I, she, after my mother died, she practically raised me. Jeremy was more
like my kid brother than my nephew. When I think about what those things did to
him, to Warron. He was my best friend. Even before Mer, it cuts me, in ways I
don't think I can ever tell you."
Trinna stroked his cheek. "Believe me, love, I know. Kaj stood as my
mother through my youth. Kerfan, my father, my mother's death hurt him so, for
so long it was feared that he would follow her. So there for the first few
cycles, Caytin was almost as much my father and Kaj my mother. So mourn my
love. Mourn and know that there is not a one of us around you, that does not
understand your pain."
Jerrick crushed her to him, his heart almost breaking as the painful
sobs were ripped from him. For the first time in his adult life, he felt
completely at a loss for what to do or say. "Hurt me, please, give me something
to focus on, some pain other than what is eating my heart." He pressed himself
even harder against her. "Please, Mistress, hurt me."
Trinna looked to where Steffon lay against him, tears streaming. "Go,
Steff. I know your Master would hate himself once he came through this if he
knew how much his pain and cries cut you. Go and wait in the outer room for
Drav, let him help you to the Men's Quarters."
Steffon shook his head. "I now think I understand Mistress. I don't
need to have things hidden from me anymore. If my master needs this, he needs
it. But I still need to be here for him." He blindly reached out to try to
find her hand. "Please Mistress. Don't make me go."
She nodded. "Okay baby, but if at any time it becomes too much for you,
tell me. And I will have Drav once he returns lead you from our room."
"Yes, Mistress." He understood why they were worried about him. He had
reacted so badly back when faced with this a moon ago. But since then, between
Drav and Fain he had begun to understand that pain and love did indeed sometimes
become one in the same. No, he did not ever think that he would ever seek what
either of his consorts did in their need for this, but he was beginning to
understand why they did.
Drav slipped back into the room as Trinna was beginning to chain Jerrick
up. His sobs had not ceased. But now they were mingled with not only the pain
he was suffering, but also the need that he had pushed down for the last near
moon. "Master?" He sat beside Steffon on the bed. "What is happening?"
"My Master, begged our mistress to hurt him. To give him some focus for
his pain." He pressed his head into Drav's chest. "He is hurting so much
Drav."
"Do I need to help you from the room Master?"
"No." Steffon shook his head. "I'd rather hear him scream in the pain
that my mistress will cause him, than what I hear in his voice. Let me stay.
Hold me, but let me stay."
Trinna stood in front of Jerrick. "Do you need a gag, love?"
"Please, Mistress. Make me scream."
She stepped closer to him, pressing her mouth against his ear. "Do you
want me to make you bleed love?" Her voice was a whisper. She knew that her
second could not see what was happening, but his hearing was very sharp.
Jerrick moaned, "please, Mistress, anything."
There was a sad look in her eyes as she smiled. "Okay, love, anything
it is. I will do what ever I can to see to it that you forget the pain you are
in, even if it is only for a little while." She stepped back, before turning.
"Drav, dearest, would you bring Steff over here to talk to his master, and then
come with me. I need to talk to you in private."
Drav nodded. "Yes, Mistress." He took Steffon's hand. "Here Master,
let me help you. Our mistress needs to talk to me, and she wants you to talk to
our master."
Steffon let Drav lead him to where Jerrick hung. "Here you are Master.
If you would excuse me, our mistress wishes to speak to me." He reached out to
stroke Jerrick's cheek. "Master, if I could only come up with the words to tell
you how much your loss grieves me." He stepped back, and followed Trinna into
the infirmary.
Trinna shut the door behind him as he followed her in. "Drav," she
began to gather her piercing things. "I am counting on you to hold your peace.
Jerrick has asked a lot of me, and I will do what even it is my man needs me to
do to help him get through this." She had to refrain from breaking down into
tears.
Drav gathered her to him. "I understand Mistress. I think even my
master understands to a certain point that there are some pains that are
preferred to others."
She nodded. "I know. That is why I am going to do anything in my power
to see to it that no matter how much his heart hurts, I am going to help him to
find pain that is if not greater, at least a close second. He wants me to lash
him until he bleeds, gag him to muffle his screams, and I will pierce him. But
not with the pretty little rings I did you, but with these." She held out two
red ruby bars that were about half an inch in diameter. "Later I will heal
them, after he is finish with his purging and duty to his house. But for now,
there will be no pain block. And this," a ring of gold again about a half inch
in width and about three in circumference. "Well, you know where this will go.
It's not a punishment ring, but almost. Just as soon as he is healed of his
pain, this is the one that I will remove and replace with a smaller ring. The
bars, they stay. A reminder to him that thought I love him dearly, he is still
just a slave."
Drav was stunned. "But Mistress, has he done something to warrant the
reminder?"
She shook her head. "Of course not. The last time he behaved above his
station here was when he threatened you. It is not for me that I do this
precious, but for him. He will need this in the coming days to help him focus
on what must be done, and what is expected of him." She stroked his cheek.
"Now, not a word. I am still a little amazed that Steff has begged to stay,
knowing that I will hurt his master as badly as I am going to have to hurt him.
But if you make a sound, and upset him in any way, it will be you I string up
next, and the piercings I give you will be punishment bars and ring. And that
will be only after Cay finishes with you."
"I would rather die than upset him, you know that Mistress. I love you,
I love Jerrick, but he, he was the first of my new people to put me behind him
and accept me for what I am."
"That was only because he beat everyone else to the punch. Now come
on."
Jerrick looked up as Trinna and Drav returned to the room. His eyes
going to the tray that she was carrying, but a towel over the top hid what was
there. "Baby," he brushed Steffon's brow with his lips. "Please, if you need
to stay, have Drav take you to the bed, and trust me and our lady. I need this
baby. I need this in ways that I don't think I can ever explain to you."
"Steff, baby, go on with Drav. I will see to your master." Trinna
pulled the gag from the small chest that she had at his feet. "Now listen to
me, love. There will be only one escape, and that is if you seek it in
oblivion. I have never done more than simply toyed with you. But I have never
had such a great need to do more than that ever before." She carefully worked
the penis gag in his mouth, pushing it firmly behind his teeth before securing
it. She touched his face. "I love you, more than any man in my life, more than
even my father. It is that love that enables me to be strong enough to give you
what you begged for." She touched his chest, freezing his body in place.
"Before I begin with you. I have some added, anything's that you requested."
She pulled the towel from the tray, to let him see that bars and ring. "The
ring will with time be changed for a much smaller one, but the bars remain.
Aren't they lovely?"
He half-moaned and half-sobbed at the sight before him. He had never
seen anything that looked like them before in his life. Oh he knew that there
were some consorts out there breeders as well who chose to wear them, but it
just never had occurred to him that he would one day be one of them. But, she
was right. They were nice. The red color of the bars sparkled in the light,
even as they lay on the tray. But it was the ring that he knew would go in his
scrotum that worried him the most. It was huge. The width of the gold was
thicker than he had ever dreamed one of them would or could be, and it was
bigger around in circumference than he was. The idea of having that thing there
was both frightening and erotic at the same time.
He moaned softly as a warm mouth began to bathe his left nipple, teeth
tugging to excite the flesh. Then a cold swap as his mistress cleaned the
nipple and the skin around it. Before beginning to work the needle behind the
nipple, so that the bar really wasn't in the nipple, but was right directly
behind it.
His moan became a strangled and muffled cry as he felt the sharpness of
the needle begin to force it's way into his flesh. It wasn't like most piercing
needles. This was one that started out as all the rest did, but slowly forced
the hole wider so that the bar would fit into it without any risk of tearing.
It hurt, Great and Merciful Mother did it hurt. His chest was on fire
and there was no way to pull back from this horrendous agony. Yes he had said
anything, but Goddess, he didn't know that she would take his words quite so
literally. Tears filled his eyes, but this time they were not for the pain of
his loss, but for the pain he was suffering.
He was glad for the gag as his mistress forced the bar into its place.
For had he not had it, his scream would have echoed though the entire house.
"Ssshh, love." Trinna kissed the side of his face as she was affixing
the small gold balls on each side of the bar. "There you go, I know it hurts,
but it will ease up soon. Later, after I have helped you to purge yourself of
your pain, and you have seen to your duty, I will heal them. That is my promise
to you." She flicked his nipple gently. Jerrick whimpered into the gag, as the
pain shot through his chest and upper muscles again. "Hold on, sweetie, just
two more." She bent her head to tease his right nipple, again enticing a
response from him before she began with the next piercing.
'I take it back, good god, I take it back'. The pain was even worse
with this one, as the burning of the needle blended with the throb from the
first as again another bar was forced through his flesh just behind the nipple.
His howls of agony, though muffled were still so loud that he was sure that the
whole house had to know what was going on.
Steffon buried his head in Drav's chest. "I don't remember him ever
sounding like that." He whispered softly.
"Yes, well you have never been pierced before, much-less without a pain
block. Don't worry about it. I think most of his pain is still his grief."
Drav hated to lie to his master, but he would rather protect him from the truth
than let him know how much Jerrick really was suffering, and how much more was
due him. He was less worried about anything his mistress, or the head consort
would do to him, than what he could do to himself if he knew that anything he
said enabled this man to know the truth.
Trinna held him close as he sobbed against the gag. Nothing had ever
hurt like this, not even when his master had placed the weights on him. And it
didn't end with the actual piercing, but continued to radiate through his entire
chest and upper torso. Two embers of coal amidst the heat as his nipples
throbbed.
"Just one more, mate." She whispered in his ear softly, as she reached
for him.
'NO!', he shook his head violently. She couldn't, again.
"Ssshh," she soothed over his historical cries. "This one I will block
the pain. I had no idea how fragile you were, but then again, with the fact
that we have had to put our amusement on hold because of our second consort. I
really shouldn't be surprised." She released his body so he hung, head against
her shoulder. "You won't feel this one, love. Or at least not the pain of the
piercing, I will see to it that even though I don't think I could ever equal the
pain your loss has cost you, I will see to it that I come close enough to giving
it a rival." She dropped to her knees, noting that even though she knew he had
suffered so much with the first two, his cock was hard, and a thin stream of
pre-cum dripped from it. "I am going to be very careful on this one. I do not
wish to damage you in any way, my love. For this ring, the scrotum is not the
place it will go." Though it was not as heavy as some of the punishment rings,
he was not one of her people by birth. He was not strong enough to carry it
there. So she slowly began to clean the very base of his erection off. It
would go though his penis right where it ended above the scrotum and ball sac.
There was less of a chance that it would pull down and rip him.
He watched in horror as she worked the needle into his erection, making
sure that nothing was harmed that would require any real healing. 'She's
piercing my dick, Goddess help me, she is piercing my dick'. He just couldn't
believe what she was doing to him.
"There you go, love. I'm sorry for the pain this will cause you, but
better a pain that you can face than one that is beyond you." She released him.
Letting the pain block end.
Jerrick screamed as the pain, the soul raping pain shot through his
loins. His whole body now was one solid wall of pain. Then blessed darkness
swelled up to take him.
"Drav, come and help me." Trinna moved quickly, loosening his straps so
that, he could slump to the floor. "Come on, beloved, come back to me." She
stroked his cheek as she removed the gag.
"What happened?" Steffon sat on the bed, very frightened now.
"Nothing Master. Like I warned you, piercings can be quite painful if
the pain is not blocked. Master Jerrick will be fine. That last one, well what
can I say, until you have been pierced there, you can never know the pain or the
pleasure.
"You sound like someone who has had both, dear." Caitiff stepped in the
room. "I was on my way here to Assure my Lover his sister is safe." Caytin
knelt by Trinna and helped her to release Jerrick. "Aren't the two of you,
worried? I was under the impression that your little second mate was still too
touchy for this sort of thing. And what was my Lover thinking of in his state
of mind to ask it of you?"
Trinna looked up at him. "My second mate as you call him, might be
younger than I am, emotionally, and blind. But even he understands that there
are some pains that are preferable to others. He understands why Jerrick begged
to be hurt. Why he, would, rather loose himself in the agony of the physical to
save his soul. And that was what I was giving him. Another, pain, to focus on.
One that he could pinpoint the cause and accept. I don't think you or Kaj can
fully understand his grief. But I can. Remmy was my nephew, much like Jeremy
was his. I know what it did to me, and I would never wish that hell on anyone I
love, so yes, I am doing all that I can to see to it that he has other pain to
call his attention to."
"But, Lady, to pierce him here?" Caytin touched the ring through the
base of his Lover's cock. "And without a pain block? There is no wonder that I
was hit with so much pain as I entered this hall."
"He did not suffer the piercing Cay. Only the aftereffects, I blocked
the pain of the deed. But once it was done, allowed him to feel the fullness of
the wound." She cradled Jerrick's unconscious body close. "His penis piercing
I will heal upon his waking. The ring I will have removed and switched to a
smaller one through his scrotum. But I believe that soon enough he will be
called upon to do things that though he knows are needed, are really not part of
his nature. So the bars remain as a constant reminder to him of what he is. I
will not heal them until he has done his duty to his people."
Caytin nodded. "The wagon carrying the thing arrives later today. I
was going to ask you if you would permit me to have him so marked. Yes, if a
moment of rage, my Lover can be quite deadly. But to stand back and take part
in the slow destruction of a man, no matter who it is, is not in him."
"I know." She stroked Jerrick's cheek. "Come back to me, my love."
The lightest of touches of power, calling him back from where his mind had fled
to seek escape from the pain. "Ssshh," she soothed his moan of pain as his body
began to respond to the world around him again, and the world around him was
nothing but pain. "I gave you my word that it would end when you sought
oblivion. I never realized that you would seek it so quickly. I am going to
heal the lower piercing, the one that is causing so much pain. Then if you feel
that you have purged yourself enough, no more. But if you still need to seek
hiding behind pain that you can touch, then your master is here with us. I need
to see to Steffon, will you turn yourself over to him?" Her touch was light and
soothing as she went to cool the fire in his groin.
Jerrick looked from her to Caytin who knelt beside him. A look of worry
on his master's face, "please, Master. I," again the dam broke. He fell into
Caytin's arms, sobbing against him. "Please, help me, I can't, it's killing
me."
Caytin's arms tightened around him, drawling a small gasp that turned
into a moan as Jerrick's nipples pressed hard into his chest. "I'm here, Lover.
And here is where I will stay until you no longer need me."
Trinna patted Jerrick on the back as she stood, reaching for Drav who
had knelt there silent. "Come on, we have another that needs us. Jerrick will
be fine now. But Steff, I have to see how he is holding out in all of this.
Poor dear, to only be able to hear the pain of your Lover, and not see how he is
responding to it."
Everything else was forgotten for Caytin, only the man in his arms
mattered to him. "What can I do to help you, beloved?"
"Anything, Master, anything you want. Whip me, lash me, cane me, make
me bleed, scream, anything." He was far past the point that he cared what
happened to him. With one exception, "just please, Master, don't pierce me
again."
Caytin could well understand. The very thought of having to have the
piercings his Lover now did, and for the most part, without any block of pain,
no, he could never do that to anyone he loved. Made him grateful, yet again,
that he was born a man and not a woman. "I won't precious. I promise, no more
needles."
Trinna held Steffon as she watched Caytin hang her mate back up a second
time, again the gag. Realizing for the first time in her life, that watching
her sister's consort toy with hers brought no feeling of amusement or pride.
Jerrick was seeking out this pain, not because he wanted to give himself to
either of them for their pleasure, but because it was either this pain, or
another that he could not face.
"Mistress," Steffon's soft voice in her hair.
"What is my master's master going to do to him?"
She stroked his hair. "The same as I was doing. Giving him something
that he can grasp and hold on to as a shield against the pain that he is unable
to face. Don't worry love. You know Cay, he loves my man, he would never truly
hurt him past what he can bear." She held to him tightly as the whip cut
through the air to lance Jerrick's back, bringing forth a groan. "No matter
what you hear this day, your master is safe. The pain he feels he has begged
for."
