Uncovering Repressed Desires

Fierce Crimson 1998 is about to start.

The all encompassing BDSM festival, financed, hosted and put on by Master Walter Donnovan featuring the best Masters and Mistresses in Europe. The festival was sold to an American contingency focused on bringing their learning back to practice in the USA.

In the middle of the raw, carnal, orgy of sex and torture is Walter's desire to impregnate Mel, the wife of Donnie. At the end of the week he's planing a ceremony designed to roll them all into his demonic vision of family, one that includes his 28 year old daughter.

He had failed to construct a similar union with his associate James and his ex-wife Angela several years prior, James balking and blaming his bride before divorcing her.

Mistress FunTashia is the lead domme of the festival, who was hired by seven Americans from the Midwest to teach, create a power dynamic aimed at colonizing a housing development creating a live-in community devoted to the lifestyle. Mary and Willy, Brian and Jill, Gladys and Rylan were led by Carol Sutton who were all there to learn, create their board of directors, and be one in the lifestyle.

Ruthie and Jerry were brought over my Walter's prize couple, and were immediately taken by the organizers; Ruthie earning a body double part of Mistress FunTashia2 and Jerry being cast into the caldron of submissives, ultimately a slave to his wife.

Lyn and Tess Visser, promised by Walter to have Mel and Donnie as their prize, were left to find alternative lead subs due to Walter's desires and changes at the last minute.

We open this chapter with their contemplation of retaliation for the week by the Vissers.

(Tess Visser's POV) - Breakfast in the courtyard of Fierce Crimson - 8 a.m. Monday, July 26, 1998

I was not pleased.

Lyn and I spent the evening as husband and wife, taking off the regalia of leather items and simply making love with the air of the night streaming across our bodies. We should have been on our third night of training the young couple from the Midwestern United States, instead of being told in the middle of the week there was was a "change of plans."

"I love and respect Walter, however we signed papers," I told my husband/sub Lyn, who nodded, scared of my mood. "Mel and Donnie belong to us, plain and simple."

I stared at Lyn who was enamored with Mel, a more tender and loving person than i, someone I had envisioned training and us being with often over the next year.

His eyes were down, sensing my mood.

He should know by now that pisses me off more than standing up to me, it's why I view him more of a slave than a partner.

"You have nothing to say Dear Husband?" I mocked our prior night's lovemaking in that sentence, not wanting him to get any idea that I may be softening.

"We both wanted Mel," he said, his eyes rising to mine, making me feel his words, knowing he was right. "Donnie was special too, he served many needs between us and would have been a delight to escort around the dungeons."

Lyn looked back down at his plate, heavy protein, not many carbs, I had taught him well and he was still the athletic specimen he was when we met in the athletes village at the winter Olympics years ago.

"I'm afraid Walter is on his perfect family kick again," I said, eating the last bite from the small plate of eggs, thinking of a conversation I had recently with James and her ex-wife. "I talked to Angela, she didn't say as much but her body language indicated Walter had something gong with OUR couple!"

I got madder, my temper being our best emotion, the glue that kept us together. That, the money, the stake in the company, and my controlling interest in the board. Lyn loved money as much as he loved being humiliated AND I filled him and he filled me in all regards.

Mel and Donnie were an investment, and after our last encounter we felt Mel would give us a baby. I could not conceive and Lyn aligned well with her, and we felt we could convince her, or both, to reside with us and be a live in surrogate, conceiving with Lyn, birthing and giving up or raising the child with us.

"You have to find out what's going on and then we'll figure it out from there," Lyn said pushing me, after I had given up last night, letting him make love was a moment of weakness. "They will all have free time and I know you can isolate and conquer."

"Like Budapest?" I asked, knowing the answer was 'yes'.

"Yes my Love, my Mistress," Lyn said, the spark in his eyes back. "Like your torturous week in Budapest where your actions earned you a suspension from all EuropAsia Dungeons."

"That led us to Turkey and meeting Walter's daughter." I said smiling. "I'll start with her. she a weak freak and will tell us anything."

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(Mel's POV) - Breakfast Table inside of BnB - 8 a.m.

"I bet I conceived his child yesterday..." I whispered to Taylor, who chose to sit besides me, I was radiant with expectations from my laying with her father.

"Jesus Mel, that's not..."

"It is possible Taylor," I said stroking her bangs from her face, kissing her cheek, then her lips lightly. "I've been off the pill for a while."

"Shit! You asking for some mongrel to knock you up this week??!!"

"Your Daddy and I have a plan..."

"You don't know what it's like at one of these," Taylor said, her eyes frightened for me. "He can't be with you 24/7 and there are Masters who hunt, and you could be hanging from some man's scene, gutted from his cock."

Her hand went to my leg our eyes joined, reading the expressions, I saw the worry in her face. The rest of the stable had filed in and Walter was about to address the us all.

"Listen," he said. "The festival is a wonderful tapestry of pain, pleasure, worry, fear and ultimately discovery. Feed off the fear, off of the stranger's energy to have you."

"He's not wrong," Taylor whispering more into my ear, then kissing my neck. "I envy the fact you can bare his child."

My pussy wetted, the images of last night with Walter in my head, his long, thick cock driving inside, his multiple releases over the day and now his daughter - MY Taylor - nuzzling her face into my neck.

"I want you to have one with Donnie," I said affirming her thoughts while we made love in America before flying out. Taylor wanted a prize, wanted glue to keep our muddled thoughts of family together.

"In due time, just not this week," she said, my breast resting in her fingers. "We will be sisters, lovers, wives and mothers."

"That's hot," I said, my mouth covering hers, my hand running up her leg before breaking, staring into the cool brown Iris. "Isn't the danger part of the excitement? So many bullets flying."

"My God, no wonder Daddy is enthralled with you," Taylor said with a scared grin, her head moving back for a moment then leaning in so only I could hear her whisper. "You're perversion matches his."

"Really? I mean he wants to fuck his daughter in public," I laughed and we held each other waiting for our man to continue. The rest of our group of dommes and subs had arrived and were sitting with us.

"We all arrived individuals with relationships, many with each other," Walter said, looking over at my husband Donnie, me and Taylor, then the rest. "Remember, regardless of our individual or group happenings, no matter what and who our bodies serve, our connections do not change. Understand?"

"Yes Sir!" we said with energy, all sitting up straighter, looking at each other.

I nodded to the group, turning to Taylor who's eyes were searching the room.

"I respect all of you and the decisions you make or the situations you find yourself in this week," He said, moving to Angela and reaching down, his hand cupping her chin before kissing her and walking away. "Let yourself be in the moment."

"Wow. I never thought I'd see that again," Tayler said, her other hand sliding under my shirt, finding my other breast of my braless chest. "Mmmmm....I love your body."

Walter outlined the timeline of the festival, when we had free time during the day and when we were to provide scenes for festival goers.

"Mmmm, Love...until later?" I said squeezing her knee, she smiled and pinching my nipple.

"I can't wait."

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(Tess's POV) - Monday, July 26, watching Walter's stable from outside the BnB - 9:30 a.m.

"They look like they're wrapping up," I told Lyn, motioning him get into position by the bathrooms. "They'll never miss her if you snatch her now."

The Dungeon of Wrath had several routes that were built into the walls of the BnB to get to it's depths undiscovered. We had been in this building many times over the past six years, using it's features to escape or entrap.

The plan was to nab Taylor, and head out of one of the dungeon's exits. She would give us leverage to negotiate for Donnie and Mel, and what it is that Walter was planning at the end of the festival.

"Tess!" Donnie said seeing me, bowing his head before dropping to the floor, kneeling at my feet.

"Rise and be my equal," I said knowing he was to be a dominant in his stable, giving him a false sense of security. I turned to Mel. "You my love, kneel."

If we were anywhere else she'd be shackled and drug to a rack where her body would be tortured for her betrayal. I would get possession again, so all in due time.

"There are not many marks on your wife, Master Donnie," I said. "I am disappointed at whatever training you two have gone under for this week."

"Tess, behave," Walter said from behind my property, his group surrounded us, Walter sensing my mood. He personally knows what I'm capable of and he's experienced my wrath.

"Daddy I need to go to the bathroom," Taylor said to him, her baby gurl voice combined with her looking up at him, adorable.

"Stay here for a moment." Master Donnovan said looking at me with great suspicion. "Where's you're husband?"

"He's a diva, still prepping."

"Uh, huh." Walter said pacing around me, looking down at Mel on the floor. "Taylor go upstairs to the bathroom, and have James make sure you get there."

"Father?"

"We are not a threat, Walter," I said, looked at the group, then with a wicked grin announced. "I look forward to seeing you all in the dungeons."

I pealed away disappointed he'd been so protective of his daughter, not just Mel. I sensed more affection there than before, his distain for Taylor was thick just a year ago. I walked away recalculating our next move.

Peering down towards the bathroom I didn't see Lyn, expecting him to have popped out since his target didn't walk his way. I noticed some things on the floor of the hall where the portal to the dungeons entrance was built into the armor that hung on the wall.

Moving quickly I entered and made my way quickly to the Dungeon of Wrath down the old steps. Amidst the dank smell I could hear a woman's voice gagged,the muffled yells spurred on my my betrothed swats.

"Be still woman!"

SWAP!!!!

The flesh beneath my husband's hand rang out into the space of the dungeon, bouncing along the walls to my ears.

SWAP! SWAP! SWAP!

"MGGFFTT!!! MGGFFTT!!! MGGFFTT!!!"

"Gather her and let's go," I said seeing it was one of Walter's stable, Lyn taking the initiative of grabbing her since Taylor move his way. We had worked together so long he could read my mind. "Walter will be down here looking for her, as he accurately senses my ire."

"He's experienced Your Ire my Queen," Lyn said, bowing then putting the cuffs on the young woman's wrists behind her back, sliding the hood over her head.. "This one has no rank, we can take her anywhere, do anything to get our information."

"That we will." I said following my husband, looking at all the entrances to the dungeon, knowing Walter will be here shortly. "I will meet you in the catacombs, and if you have the information we desire by the time I get there I'll reward you greatly My pet."

"Yes Mistress," he said and out the back he went.

I moved away from that exit to another and waited. Walter knew how serious I was, and ruthless. I was ready to negotiate, conceding very little. Sometimes a loss in the moment, turns out to be a win down the road.

I had watched His ferrel little minx daughter perform during their rehearsals, have been with and observed Mel's devotion to him. I figured at the worst we'd have a time with Taylor and maybe replace Mel with her in our plans depending on what his plans actually were.

I waited for Master Donnovan, ready to stall.

Back upstairs

"Where's Ashyln??" Walter demanded racing down the stairs towards me.

He emerged at the entrance to the dungeon, my stomach sank seeing his magnificent body heaving, his eyes deep and fierce. "She's unmarked, don't..."

"What, don't take her to the catacombs where she's thrown in to the slog of others?" I moved to Walter, walking around him knowing my ownership of his possession the only thing keeping him from restraining me and torturing my body. "Do you know how you've changed the trajectory of our lives breaking our contract? I won't release your young Philly, I plan to own her."

"Like you planned to own me," Walter said, exerting his dominance. "How did that work out for you? You were banished..."

"And we got to spend 'quality time' with your Dear Daughter in Turkey," I said with air quotes, playing my trump card early, but he had to know I was serious. "You can't keep an eye on Taylor all week."

"She's smarter than that!" Walter hissed. "Your practices are evil and I should have never let you near her or near..."

"Who, Mel and Donnie?" I laughed. "Have you become attached to your simpleton prostitutes?? Oh, don't tell me your on your sire a child kick again and Mel is your surrogate. Mark my words Lyn will be filling her with potential darts for her ovaries."

He looked at me hard, I hit a nerve and he was done messing around.

"You know the price, now get on the floor!" Master Walter commanded. He was done talking and he knew negotiating with me in this moment would be fruitless. I braced for the delicious torture, the only thing that turned me on from men.

"A pound of flesh, yes Master," I said, getting on my knees, my head down. I began hoping for his pound of flesh inside me, but I knew my body was what he referred to.

He didn't talk, upset and holding it in, I knew he was boiling. The cool metal of the cuffs snapped around my wrists behind my back, his strong hands pushed my legs were bend backwards, then he cuffed me at the ankles and clipped them to my hands.

A padded bar went between my arms, lodged it near my shoulders clipping it to two chains. Before I knew what was happening he hoisted me up and I was dangling, suspended from the bar my legs behind me facing downwards.

"You vile Lesbian Cunt!" Master Donnovan said elevating the volume of each word, the venom of what I held over his head, not the marks and cuts I'd administered years ago, spewed out with each syllable. "You sold my daughter to a Turkish PRINCE!"

SLAP!!! SLAP!!!

"OHhh!" I cried out, his hand open striking my right cheek then left.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!!!!

"AHH! Ah! OH!"

I opened my eyes slowly, a domme of my stature earned her way by taking physical pain and repeated defilement from male Masters. Misogynistic was the world of BDSM, a meritocracy at two levels. I knew that and I knew husband needed time with his little subject, Ashlyn, so I upped my defiance.

"Walter...your concern for your whore daughter surprises me...AHHHH!!!!"

SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!

The end of the whip cut through the fabric of my top, drawing blood on my chest, perhaps marking me forever if deep enough.

SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!

"AHHHHH! SHITTTT!!!! AHHHHH!!!"

Master Donnovan slowly approached, his mouth dripping with spital from he rage he felt. I felt his hand wrapping and twisting in my hair, pulling my head back, so of the strands snapping.

"AHHHH! SPTUHHHH!" I screamed and spat in his face.

"CUNT!"

SWAP! SWAP! SWAP!

"GAHHH!!! OHHH!!!!"

His hand cupped with each strike, my cheeks growing redder, it dizzied me for a moment.

"You!" he called out to a man walking into the dungeon who was followed by another. "Come teach this wench a lesson."

"Shit..." I said knowing I was going to get the blunt end of a strangers cock.

Lyn better be getting all the info,I thought to myself and braced to be entered.

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(Ashlyn's POV) - Traveling to and going into the Catacombs Monday July 26, 10:30 a.m.

Thrown into the back of a wagon by Master Lyn, I hit my head and was a bit groggy. I drifted off and when I came to I thought of the origin story for my role in this part of Donnovan, LLC.

I was an 18 year old intern for his company when I discovered Walter fucking James in the back office of the golf course he'd owned and I was working as a bartender for extra money. When they didn't stop, I sat and watched, my interest in sex heightened the bucking, grunting and fucking of two titans of business pushing their male bodies together was hot.

My hand was under my skirt when they finished, supremely turned on I walked over and cleaned James, picking up the semi-hard cock, inserting and sucking. I was tasting my direct supervisors cum when I noticed Walter Donnovan's massive cock standing and watching me, curios to see how it played out.

Licking the limp member, staring at the president of the company, massaging James balls got a wicked grin from Master Donnovan (only a Mr. to me at the time). I finished with James and crawled to the large appendage and began to do the same thing.

From that moment on, without words exchanged, I became the driver, the bartender, the hostess, the server wand was at all the events that featured some sort of extra sexual action.

I received payment in cash after any favor I performed and was given no instructions, I just did what felt good. The more cock or pussy I sucked or rode, the more money that appeared in a white envelop in my locker every Friday.

I watched Donnie and eventually Mel head down a similar path, meeting with Donnie several times, eventually finding myself frequenting Master Donnovan's BDSM club not knowing I was being trained for this moment.

"You're everyone's property, understand that?" Master Donnovan said on night in Des Moines, my naked body throbbing with the cane strikes, the clamps stretching the nipples at the end of my breasts. Cum from four men leaking out of my cunt while I was bound and hanging in the middle of the room..

"I will do you proud, please include me," I said and from that point on I was part of Master Donnovan's perverse world that included sex with his daughter.

Right now I was scared.

Disorienting, the wooden wagon held me while I bounced and rolled around in its back voices calling out.

"$1000 bucks, drop her here!"

"$200 just let me enter the bitch once!"

The currency of sex in the open, this festival designed by my Master, had me both excited and fearing my safety. Being grabbed in broad daylight and rushed away, hearing goons discuss taking me to the "catacombs".

I literally urinated in the back of the wagon when I felt hands grabbing me from the sides.

"Stop it, I command you," the man who took me said and they let loose. I sensed there was a pecking order and protocol, all while I knew I was on the edge of becoming orgy fodder.

We finally stopped and HE pulled at my feet, the wood scrapping my side, my hands and ankles cuffed, he picked me up and slung me over his shoulders.

"MGFFTT!" I yelped into the gag.

"Shut your vile CUNT!"

SWAP!

"Mgfft!"

Once I got my all access card I excelled in the Des Moines Dungeons spending considerable time at the hand of many Masters and Mistresses. Master Donnovan suggested I accompanying them, traveling to a festival, I jumped at the chance, regardless of my rank, wanting to experience things exactly like this.