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The Apartment Part 2: Remy and Rogue

Rogue
fell to her knees as soon as they walked into the apartment. She kept her eyes
on the floor. Although she could hear Logan and Jubilee talking somewhere and
she wanted to know what they were doing, Remy was still angry with her for
playing with herself and then for cursing him out when he walked in on her. The
night was going to be a long, hard one. The only consolation was that the
harder the punishment she received now, the harder he would allow her to cum
later.
Remy
snapped his fingers and pointed at a large wooden table with tiny holes on its
surface over in the corner. Rogue�s eyes widened, and she almost whimpered in
terror. She knew what those holes were for. She�d been on that table only twice
before; and each time the sensations had been excruciating. Remy must really be
annoyed with her if he was going to put her up there again.
She
climbed onto the table and knelt on it with her hands in her lap and her
fingers still laced together. Determined not to make her punishment any harder,
she made no sound when Remy buckled the metal collar around her throat. After
doing that, he pulled on a pair of vampire gloves. Rogue shivered as she saw
the quarter-inch spikes on the palm of the glove. She loved those gloves, yet
hated them at the same time. They could bring her the most incredible pleasure
when Remy used them gently, but he could also have her screaming in agony in
the next second if he wanted to. And he was unpredictable, which was another
thing she liked about his domination. Logan, who was her second-favorite Dom in
the mansion in terms of how much pain he could give, ha, had clearly-defined
sessions of pain and pleasure. She knew when the punishment was over. Remy
sprinkled the pain randomly together with the pleasure, and the
unpredictability was what excited her. When they got back to the mansion she
would take care of whatever welts Jubilee had and tell her what to expect from
the Doms.
Remy,
now gloved, reached into another cabinet for a tangle of equipment, all metal.
Rogue had snapped leather restraints before while struggling; he had worked
with her for a long time on control. Because of Rogue�s mutant strength, metal
and rope could snap with a tug from her; one of the things he�d had to train
into her was to not struggle against restraints when she was being given a
certain level of pain.
She
was, however, only human; and some of what he planned on doing tonight would
make her struggle against the shackles. She wouldn�t be able to help it.
Therefore, to keep from having to replace any more of the equipment, he�d use
metal shackles and chains.
His skin safely
protected by the gloves, he reached for the metal wrist and ankle cuffs made
just for her, to fit the diameter of her limbs, and snapped them on. Then he
reached under the table and pulled a short chain from under it, then locked the
chain to the collar. It was so short Rogue had to bring her forehead to the
table to keep a little slack in it. Remy watched her press her forehead against
the table�s surface, and smiled grimly. She wouldn�t want to do that in a few
minutes.
Now
for the rest of his preparations. He pulled her right wrist back and linked it
to her right ankle cuff, then did the same for her left ankle and wrist. When
he was done he walked around her, surveying her position critically. Her back
curved upward, presenting a smooth white canvas for him to paint red welts on;
her asshole and plugged vagina were presented for him between her white thighs,
which would also be covered with red welts by the time the evening was over. He
walked around her, looking her over critically, then went to the cabinet and
got something else.
Rogue
stared at him in fear and anticipation as he pulled out the torture gag. It was
a hugnis nis gag, measuring about ten inches long and almost three inches
around. It was the biggest thing she�d ever been able to fit in her throat, and
it cut off her breathing because of the way it filled her throat and
constricted closed her bronchial tubes. There was a hole down the middle, for
air to pass into her body; and she silently thanked Remy for choosing this
particular gag for her tonight. If she had to concentrate on getting air into
her lungs through the tube in the torture gag, she wouldn�t focus so much on
whatever pain her body was experiencing. It was a small distraction, but a
welcome one.
She
opened her mouth for the gag, and as she started trying to swallow it down she
heard Remy whisper, �Good bitch.� �Bitch� was her sub name. As soon as she
walked in here, she was no longer Rogue, but
�bitch�. Remy had tagged her with it, and it always sent a shiver of
delight when she heard him say it. God, she loved him. She fluttered her
eyelashes to show her delight at his approval, and then concentrated on breathing
through the torture gag as its base reached her lips and the other end ended up
halfway down her throat. She got into a rhythm and sighed as she got used to
the feel while Remy buckled the straps behind her head. By the time he took it
off her jaw would be throbbing with the effort of stretching around the
intruder in her mouth, but for right now it was still marginally comfortable.
Next,
Remy brought a number of chains up from under the table. Each chain ended with icioicious toothed alligator clip. He showed her the clips, clicking the jaws
meaningfully, then said �Get your chest up.� She arched up higher, taking her
forehead up off the table, so he could take one of her full pink nipples and
roll it around in his fingers, pulling on them in much the same way a farmer
would milk a cow. Rogue�s eyes rolled wildly as the sensation forced her
nipples to become erect, and when there ere hard, he clipped the clamp right
over the swollen, tender bud. She whimpered back in her throat at the sudden
pain but she didn�t pull against
re
restraints, didn�t fight him, just twitched her other shoulder up higher so he
could place the clamp on her other nipple. When the burst of pain from those
had eased to a dull throbbing, Remy tugged at the remaining chain under the
table, shortening it and taking up slack until each clamped nipple was pulled
sharply downward just past her knees, yanked to within an inch of the table�s
surface. The flesh stretched into taut cones of tortured flesh, and he could
feer bor body tense with discomfort. He couldn�t resist, then, and brushed his
spike-gloved fingers against the white skin. Rogue made a sudden mew of agony
from behind the gag, but he barely heard it.
He
went down to the other end, pulled the dildo from her vagina. It came away with
a sucking sound, the glistening come on her labia testament to how aroused she
was becoming by her helpless, erotic position and the pain he was inflicting.
She might scream at the punishment he inflicted, but her body was aroused by
it.
It
had always been like this. Rogue�s mutant power was absorption; she was
terrified of anything touching her skin. When Remy told her he didn�t have to
touch her in order to bring her to orgasm, she had been intrigued enough to
come with him here; and once here she had discovered her masochistic side. She
had discovered how much being tied and helpless aroused her, while a whip or
another implement of pain caressed her body. Because of her mutant
invulnerability, which mad e it pretty damn near impossible to scar her skin,
she could take much harder whips and punishments than others could.
However,
although her skin might be impossible to cut and scar, the nerves in her skin
weren�t similarly invulnerable. On the contrary, to Remy it sometimes seemed
like those nerves felt pain much more acutely than anyone else�s did, with the
possible exception of Logan. One night they�d tried to find her pain limit;
he�d wrapped an adamantium collar and chain around her neck and limbs and
experimented with different instruments until he found one that drove her
crazy; a whip made of barbed wire. She
had walked away with only light scratches on her skin; but she hadn�t been able
to get out of bed for days afterward. Remy had discarded it promptly and never
used it again. Instead, he and Rogue had settled on a whip, similarly made of
wire, but not barbed, that they both agreed would bed fed for punishments.
He
didn�t use it often; he didn�t need to. The mix of pleasure and pain that they
played with on a regular basis was enough to keep her in line. But every so
often, she would do something to deliberately provoke him to anger, and thereby
a real punishment. She enjoyed them as much as he did. She had asked for it by
provoking him, and she knew it, and rdlerdless of the pain she was feeling he
wouldn�t break the chains and try to escape him. She needed it.
He
was clipping the other alligator clamps to her labia, stretching the delicate
flesh out and feeling her shake with the discomfort, when the screaming at the
other end of the apartment began. Remy paused and glanced down. Surely Logan
wouldn�t start Jubilee offh a h a really hard whipping? Remy had blinked in
surprise in the truck when Logan had said Jubilee was gettingty sty strokes
with the whip. It was more than any of the other subs had gotten on their first
time; Rogue had never gotten an initiation whipping at all. Ororo had gotten
twenty; Betsy had gotten twenty; Emma had received thirty, but they were light
slaps from a riding crop. That was no riding crop Logan was holding.
He
quickly finished positioning and stretching the clamps on Rogue�s labia, then
tightened the chains until her bright pink hole gaped wide and her cunt lips
were white with the strain. Rogue had stopped shaking, and was now holding
herself very still, trying not to make any movement that would pull on her
stretched teats and cunt flaps. Remy smiled, then reached for the lever that
would reveal the reason for the table�s pocked surface.
The
board under the table�s surface rose, and Remy heard the cry of despair from
Rogue�s gagged throat as the tiny, sharp nails rose up through the holes to
prick at her skin. Her head snapped up, straining to the limit of the chain
attached to her collar, as she tried to avoid letting the nails touch her face.
Remy stopped the spikes� ascent when the tips of the ones by her breasts
pressed into her nipple flesh. The ones under her body, against her shins and
knand and the tops of her feet, would be digging into her by now, dimpling the
flesh inward; but as she shifted her knees, trying to ease their discomfort,
she also pulled on her clamped labia. The toothed clamps bit deeper.
She
whimpered, turning her head to look at him. He smiled. �Ah-ah, bitch,� he said,
shaking a finger at her. �Remy goin� to see what Logan and Jubes be doin�. I
jus� wanted to make you nice and comfortable before I went.� And he walked away
from the table, leaving Rogue fastened to the spiked table and already starting
to sob in pain.
He
watched Logan for a while. The other man wasn�t hitting Jubilee with all his
strength; Remy could see Logan holding back. Logan didn�t want to break her,
just give her a taste of what playing with the sadistic side of the Wolverine
was really like. Although Jubes was screaming with each blow, Remy could also
see her becoming more and more aroused. He shook his head as he watched Logan
flog Jubilee�s body. They definitely were made for each other.
Logan
was taking a page from Remy�s book, he decided as the shorter man stopped and
went in closer. He watched as Logan teased Jubilee�s tits with his mouth and
fingers; listened as Jubilee�s gasps went from pain to pleasure before he
started on her again. Logan, he saw to his surprise, had used the tongue gag on
her; it was preventing Jubilee from gritting her teeth against her screams. If
she clenched her teeth she�d squeeze her trapped tongue between the dowels
shoved between her jaws, and that would hurt more, and eventually make her
mouth bleed. Remy still remembered vivithe the time Ororo had come here with Logan,
and Logan had put the tongue gag on her. Ororo had clenched. By the time Logan
finished with her twenty, her chocolate breasts had been spotted with blood
from her bleeding tongue. Logan had been distressed as he gave her ice to suck
on to stop the bleeding, and she had firmly told him never to use the thing on
her again. Remembering, Remy shook his head. Ororo wasn�t a true submissive; he
wondered how they�d be able to get her to realize her place was at the handle
end of the whip.
Jubilee
made some sort of noise; it took Remy a moment to understand. More? Jubilee
wanted more? Logan obliged, although he looked amazed. The other man even took
off the tongue gag and blindfold, so Jubilee could see what she was asking for
and decide if she wanted it. She did. She screamed for Logan to whip her cunt,
begging him as her body tensed with sexual frenzy. Apparently it shocked the
hell out of Logan; the other man froze. Remy grinned as he stepped from the
shadows where he�d been watching and took the whip from Logan�s hand. Logan
looked at Remy for a long moment, knowing what the Cajun was capable of and
wondering if he really should let the other man whip his girl; but then stepped
back, and Remy proceeded to apply the whip to the delicate wet folds of
Jubilee�s gaping sex.
Logan
had adjusted her so that her sex was lewdly splayed open; but the position also
gave Jubilee some leverage to thrust her hips forward. Remy looked up at her
hands, wondering how much longer he could drag this out; and saw Logan look at
those hands too. The fingers were curled, and the flesh was a slightly purplish
color from lack of circulation. Make it quick then, and get her down. He
snapped the whip up into Jubilee�s cunt with a sharp crack. Twice more,
then Remy snapped the tip of the whip right up against the tiny swollen bit of
flesh between those red labia. Jubilee screamed in agony, and Remy bit his lip
as he saw the blood on her clit. He hadn�t meant to hit that hard, hadn�t meant
to make that nub bleed. Then he forgot about it, forgot about everything as he
rushed forward to hold her as she shrieked and shook with a tremendous orgasm.
The last thing they wanted was for her to dislocate her hips; in the position
she was currently in it was a possibility.
When
she stopped shaking she opened her eyes and looked up at Logan. Remy�s jaw hit
the floor when she asked Logan if he felt like letting her down. Remy
sucked in a harsh breath. Jubilee looked like she was one of those truly rare
creatures; a pain sub. She had taken Logan�s whipping, had cum from it with
nothing but the whip caressing her body, and after all that when she must be
hurting like hell, she had basically told Logan that she would remain up there,
taking more punishment if he wanted her to. Remy thought about advising
Logan to ease her bondage a bit but leave her up there, just to see if they
could find Jubilee�s pain limits that night, but Logan decided Jubilee had had
enough and started letting her down. Then he sat on the floor and held her as
she cried with the pain in her hands and feet from the returning circulation,
and from the intensity of the experience.
Remy
looked at them for a moment, then shook his head. They really were made for
each other, just like he and Rogue. And speaking of Rogue�he returned to the table
she lay on, and amused himself for a few minutes by raising and lowering the
nail board under the table so that the sharp points pressed against Rogue�s
body varied their pressure, driving her to new heights of pain. When she
started to hyperventilate, to get enough air into her lungs to sob, he took the
gag out of her mouth.
She
took a deep gasping breath, then, thinking he was going to release her, she
started to wriggle. Remy put a hand on her back, pressing the spikes on the
palms of the gloves against her skin, and she quieted immediately. �Not yet,�
he said silkily. �I took de gag out because I want to hear you scream while I
use dis.� He dangled the wire whip in front of her. Rogue realized he was
intending to use it on her as she was chained to the spiked table, and her eyes
widened. She gasped, but when Remy brushed her breast with a finger, she
returned her eyes to the table. �Do with me as you wish,� she choked a little
on the words, �my body is yours.�
�Yes,
it is, bitch,� he crooned, brushing the clamped nipple with one spiked finger,
causing her to cry out softly with the pain. �And don�t forget it. I will give
you twenty strokes across your back, for disobeying me and taking out your
magazine when I specifically ordered you not to look at it. Den I will give you
ten on that dripping, gaping sex dat you thought to use wit�out my permission.
De pain you feel from your cunt will remind you de nex� few days dat it belongs
to me.� Without preamble, he raised the wire whip and brought it down across
her shoulder blades with all his strength.
It
didn�t leave a mark; it never did. But Rogue screamed as if she were being
skinned al and and rocked in her chains, disregarding the tugging on her
clamped teats and cunt. The nails under her knees and thighs reminded her
sharply, though, and she gave another, softer cry as she froze. Remy waited
until she was completely still, then bro it it down on her back again. Out the
corner of his eye he saw Logan pick himself and Jubes off the floor and walk
over to where they were, to watch. �My God,� he heard Jubilee whisper as she
took in Rogue�s bondage and the various clamps around her body designed to give
her pain. �Logan�are you going to do that to me?� Remy didn�t hear Logan�s
reply over Rogue�s next scream of agony, but he knew what it would be. It was
the same answer he would give her. No. Rogue was special; because of her mutant
power, she could endure more than Jubilee could. If he struck Jubilee with this
whip it would scar her body permanently, hideously. If he clamped Jubilee to
this table the way he had Rogue currently secured to it, the other girl would
go mad from the pain of shredded teats and cunt flaps. If Logan ever put
Jubilee up on this table, Remy would kill him personally. Rogue was the only
female who used this table. Remy put Logan up on it, sometimes; and Betsy had
put Warren up on it once; but it was too extreme for anyone else.
Rogue
was hoarse by the time Remy finished with her twenty on her back. The skin was
unmarked, but the tears on the table and on her face told a different story
about how she felt. Remy tightened the clamps on her labia, bringing another
shriek of agony from her, but he retracted the spikes, relieving some of her
discomfort, and loosened the tension in the tit chains a bit. Rogue gave a
deep, sobbing breath, and whimpered, �Thank you, Master Remy.�
�Don�t
t�ank me yet, bitch,� Remy snarled, a sadistic light in his eyes. �Remy not
done wit� your punishment yet.� And he brought the whip slashing down
vertically between her ass cheeks, making sure to hold the whip down long
enough for the wire thongs to snap into the splayed-open dripping gash of her
aroused sex.
She
screamed, rearing up against the clamp that still bit cruelly into her swollen,
throbbing teats. Remy had loosened them on purpose, because he had known what
her reaction would be. She had forgotten that little detail from the last time
she was up there. Well, it had been a couple months, after all. He smiled as he
raised the whip and did it again. Again she went wild, screaming and crying.
He
repeated the action three more times, and paused after the fifth lash. Rogue
had collapsed against the surface of the table, weeping. �Please, Master Remy,
please, no more there, I can�t bear it, please��
�Did
you just say no?� Remy leaned over her. �You know subs aren�t allowed to use
the word �no� in here.�
Rogue
went wild, rattling the chains wildly. �I didn�t mean it, please, I didn�t mean
to�Please, Master Remy--� But Remy was inexorable, and it would also be a good
lesson for Jubilee, who was watching with wide horrified eyes. He pushed the
lever all the way down, driving the spikes hard up against Rogue�s skin, then
yanked on her tit chains until they became impossibly stretched, quivering
cones of flesh. He raised his hand, with the spiked glove on it, and slapped
her breast hard. Rogue began to scream hysterically as he spanked her breasts
with the spiked glove. Hard spanks, for over ten minutes, while her body
writhed as much as it could on the spikes and her breast nipples turned purple,
while she screamed, open-mouthed, at the top of her lungs and tears streamed
from her eyes. After that, he picked up the whip again. �Five more to go,� he
said disdainfully, teasing her anus with the handle of the whip. �Den I�ll
decide if you deserve to cum. You been a very bad bitch this evening and today.
What happen to your control?� He sliced the whip down again. Her anal flesh had
a few light lines down the inside of the cheeks; her sex had a few welts.
Nothing that would be a real obstruction to her pleasure. Four more times he
did it, listening to her cries. Her body wriggled a little, but didn�t move;
the spikes were too painful.
Finally
he put the whip down, then reached up and unclamped her labia and tits. The spikes
retracted, and he unshackled her arms and legs, leaving only the collar and
chain on. She knelt there on the table, rubbing her wrists and ankles, as he
put the instruments away and shed the gloves. When he returned to the table,
hands clasped behind his back, she went back onto her elbows and knees and
whimpered, �Please, Master, Bitch is so horny. Bitch needs to cum. Please,
please, may Bitch cum?�
Remy
grinned as he produced two dildos from behind his back. He could see Jubilee�s
eyes get really wide. They were impressive; one was about ten inches long and
two inches around; the other one was about twelve inches and three inches
around, but it was studded, along its length, with tiny soft rubber spikes.
They wouldn�t hurt; but the feel of them inside her body would definitely bring
her to orgasm. �Bitch may cum,� he said firmly, �but not by herself. I will
give you de pleasure you crave. Lie down.� Rogue lay down on the table on her
back, and spread her thighs without being told to.
Remy
studied her wet sex, and again cursed her mutation. He wanted to plunge in
there, to plunder those depths that had never had a cock in it, wanted to fuck
her until they both screamed from their orgasm. Instead, they had to satisfy
themselves with toys. Well�maybe� �Logan,� he rasped.
�What
are you��Jubilee began as Logan stood and
started taking off his pants.
Remy
grinned. �Remy use Logan�s ass, Jubilee. Hey, Remy want to come too.�
Jubilee
fastened her eyes on Remy�s crotch. �If Logan allows me, I could�� she hesitated.
�What ever you want, Remy.�
Logan
reached over and cuffed her on the side of the head. �That�s Master Logan to
you, kid,� he snapped. Jubilee subsided, and Logan looked up at Remy. �Well, I
hadn�t planned on any more today, but
since she is offerin�,� he turned to Remy. �How hard ya want it?�
�Hard,
mon ami,� Remy said, staring at Jubilee. �Ver� ver� hard.�
�Nope,�
Logan said, and continued pulling his pants down. �I seen ya, Rem. I felt ya in
there, Ain�t no way I�m gonna put Jubes through that, not wit� what she been
through a�ready tonight.�
�But
I want to!� Jubilee came to her feet. �Please Logan. Please.�
Logan
rolled his eyes and shoved her back down to her knees. �Knees only when in
here, �member?� he looked at Remy. �On the other hand, maybe ya can show this
little slut what �hard� means?� He turned to Jubes and held up a warning
finger. �I�ll go easy on ya the next couple o� days, but I don�t wanna hear ya
whinin�. Ya asked fer it.� He shrugged at Remy. �She�s all yers, Gumbo.�
Remy
grinned. Ah, this was going to be something�He went to the end of the table
where Rogue was waiting patiently, then said �Slut. Get b�tween my knees an�
turn around. Spread your ass cheeks. You not a virgin dere, are you?�
Jubilee�s
voice was very soft. �No, Master Remy. Bastion�s guards took me there many
times.� Remy winced at this revelation, but didn�t allow his voice to soften as
he said, �Den ya know how dis goes.
Lick it a bit to lube it and get my cock in dere.�
Jubilee
leaned backwards on the cock, wincing slightly as her asshole stretched to
allow Remy entrance. At least he wasn�t wearing rings, like the guards had;
rough, unfiled metal rings around the middle of each cock that would rub up and
down, abrade her anal walls, and make her scream when her rectal walls got
pinched between them. The rapes, once she got used to them, hadn�t been bad; it
was the rings and other things they�d used that were the worst.
She
gasped as she sank onto the last few inches of cock, and felt the hard, bulbous
head of his cock come to rest deep inside her ass. She clenched a few times,
making Remy moan at the sensation, then said, �I�m all the way down, Master
Remy.�
Remy smiled,
then turned his attention to the patiently-waiting Rogue on the table. Without
warning her, he drove the slimmer dildo into her ass, to the accompaniment of a
shriek of pleasure and pain at its unlubricated entry. Her pussy juiced even
more frantically. The extra juice allowed him to slide the much-bigger,
knobbed, ridged dildo into her cunt. Rogue gasped at the feel of the dildo
filling her aching cunt. �Put your arms over your head,� he directed. She did.
�Don�t move dem.� He leaned backward, slowly pulling the dildo out even as his
own cock, under the table, slid partway out of Jubilee�s ass. He waited for a
moment, then plunged the dildo and his cock back into the waiting female flesh
in front of him and under the table. There were two feminine cries of pleasure;
well, one pleasure, Jubilee, under the table, was wriggling in what felt like a
bit of pain. Well, she�d asked for it. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the
feel of flesh clamped tightly around his cock, and drove in again.
Rogue screamed
in pleasure as Remy drove the dildo deep into her hole. It hurt, it was so
long, and big, and it bumped up against her cervix, but God, it felt so good
after not having cum in two weeks�they�d planned on a session last Sunday
night, but had cancelled it because Remy had gotten hurt on a mission. She�d
gone quietly crazy the last week, not having cum for so long; and knowing the
punishment was going to be bad hadn�t kept her from pulling her toy out this
afoon oon to satisfy her longing, She hadn�t expected to be kept in a state of
heightened arousal all day from the dildo strapped around her hips; Remy had
forbidden her to touch it. And she�d been forbidden to wear panties, which only
made the sensation of air on her bottom more arousing. She screamed again as
the dildo fucked her in long strokes, dimly hearing the other cries coming from
under the table she lay on and wishing with all her heart that she could be in
Jubilee�s position, with Remy in her ass.
Jubilee�s eyes
were streaming tears. Remy was fucking her tight asshole hard, and she wanted
to scream with the pain, but she couldn�t make a sound. The pain was blinding,
intense, but the sensation of something filling her back there also was a
little arousing. She stayed bent over there under the table, her fingers
clenched around her knees, giving off little sobs as Remy continued to drive himself
toward orgasm in her ass. Hard, yes. For a moment, she wasn�t with Remy and
Logan, in an apartment they knew; she was back in Bastion�s prison, being
sodomized cruelly by a long succession of guards who didn�t care about whether
she was willing or not. Then her vision cleared, and she saw Logan watching her
with a slightly worried frown, and she smiled up at him and relaxed her
sphincter to increase Remy�s pleasure.
Remy and Rogue
came at the same time, both howling with a long-denied orgasm. Remy pumped the
dildo into her cunt as he pumped hid cock into the hot, tight ass around his
cock; and the flutters of the muscle around his cock milked the last few drops
from his cock. He finally slumped against the table, drained and shuddering,
watching Rogue collapse exhaustedly back on the table. After a moment he pulled
his softening cock out of Jubilee�s ass and bent to look at her. �P�tite?�
Jubilee crawled
out from under the table and went to Logan, who cradled her upper body in his
lap as he bent to examine her asshole. �She�s fine, Gumbo,� he said. �Little
red, but okay. No bleedin�. Jubes,� he said gently to the tired girl in front
of him, �Go get your clothes. Put �em on. We�re goin� home after this.� She
nodded, and crawled off across the room to get her clothes.
Remy handed
Rogue her clothes, then gently slipped his own gloves back on as he unclipped
the chain and collar and helped her off the table. She was almost too weak to
stand; but she fumbled her clothes on and leaned against Remy as they waited
for Logan and Jubilee. �Y�did good, p�tite,� he said. �Thank you. For your gift
of submission, for allowing me to bind you and hurt you.�
�Thank you for
dominating me,� she whispered back to him. �Thank you for accepting my
submission, for giving me both the pain and the pleasure. I loved every minute
of it, even when I was screaming my lungs out. Jesus, Remy. That table...it�s a
good thing you don�t get into that mood often!�
Remy smiled.
�Isn�t it?� he said.
END

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