The Greatest Lie Part 7

We pulled into an underground garage and the limo stopped. Our master helped us out and led us to a heavy oaken door and pounded a heavy iron knocker against an iron plate. The earsplitting noise roused the inhabitants, and the door opened to a gloomy, torch-lit interior. As our eyes adjusted, I saw a low dais occupied by seven shadowy figures, dressed much as our limo master, masked, and dressed in black leather garb adorned with sharp, decorative buckles and chains. "I have brought our novices, Ophelia (he gestured to me) and Desdemona." God, what an abuse of the Bard, I thought to myself, but at least we’re in the hands of literate sadists.

"Remove their clothes," ordered the Master seated at the center of the dais. We were stripped . "Illuminate them." Spotlights blinded us, and then dimmed as blindfolds covered our eyes. "Stay absolutely still," we were ordered. "Yes master," we answered. Boot-clad feet shuffled around us, and then I felt the twitch of a riding crop on my breast, my ass, my cockette, and then felt anonymous fingers touching my cheek, my nipples, and my rectum. I was being inspected. An angry voice bellowed, "Don’t move, bitch!" followed by the cruel snap of a riding crop against flesh, and I heard Tran whimper "I’m sorry master." I had winced at the crack of leather on Tran’s flesh, and cowered awaiting my own punishment, but I had evaded notice. From the dais, a voice commanded "Cleanse their bodies, and then we shall cleanse their souls."

I was led off alone by one of the masters. I groped blindly, and vivid, horrific flashbacks of the crackhouse terrorized me. This was different, I reassured myself. These were just a bunch of middle class kinks having some group therapy. I breathed deeply and tried to calm myself. I was in no real danger, I just had to play along with their game.

My naked body was shivering with cold and anxiety when the door opened to the pleasant aromas of a hot bath.