Chapter 34

Jane hung by her wrists, her ankles spread wide by harsh ropes attached to them. Her body was glistening with sweat and a fair amount of blood. She was in more than a little pain, but the sexual pleasure she was feeling blazed from her in waves so strong Ken felt sure even someone not Circle would feel them.

Dinner and dessert had been wonderful, but eventually things had wound down. Sandy had left with Helen and Davyn, and Ken wondered if this would be the night she'd seduce them. Of course, there was always the possibility that she'd use Karen to seduce them, but he knew Davyn had his eye on Sandy. It was his wife that was really interested in Karen, and they both suspected that Sandy and the girl were having sex. They'd never interfere, but it wasn't from a lack of interest on Helen's part.

After everyone had started leaving, and the place had been cleaned up, Ken had brought his wives upstairs. It was time for Jane to get some of what she considered real play. Besides which, if she went into a sparring session tomorrow with this much frustration saved up, things could get complicated. Especially since Chad had been becoming more of a problem of late. The guy just didn't like Ken, and that was that, but he was unable to separate that dislike from training. Truth be told, Ken had done everything he could to keep things on an even keel, but nothing seemed to be working, and he was getting a little tired of the situation.

His whip hissed through the air, and Jane moaned as the tip of the single tail scored a hit at the bottom of one of her breasts. He'd used ropes to suspend her stretched body in a tight X, her feet several inches off the floor in a position that Ken could never use on someone who wasn't a Priestess. In a short time, their wrists would be damaged quite badly. Since Jane healed so quickly (sometimes much to her annoyance), he had no qualms doing this to her.

Ellen had joined them not too long after they'd arrived in the play room, dragging Kim after her. The petite blonde had been put in a corset that probably took six inches off her waist, a pair of ballet boots, and a single-sleeve which bound her arms together behind her in tight leather. A tight leather hood covered her face, except for her mouth and the small holes where her nostrils were. Her mouth had been filled with a pump gag, which had been tightly strapped inside and pumped up to fill her mouth almost to the choking point.

Both Ellen and Kim had benefited from their close relationship with the Circle, and Ken had no doubt that they would be joining as Priestesses in the next few months. Well, maybe a little more than a few, since he was pretty sure he knew when they would be Called by Lea. In the meantime, their sexual stamina and their physical health had grown considerably, reaching the limits of the human norm. Neither of them had realized it, exactly, but they both took advantage of it.

They had been begun to be able to sense, as well as create, sexual desire in others, and Ken knew that had caused them both a bit of surprise when it had happened. So far, they'd just accepted it, but they were learning more and more about their new religion, and, amusingly enough, some of their ideas were shaping the rules of that religion without their even being aware of it.

"Excellent dinner tonight," commented Ellen, her whip snapping with excellent accuracy just above Jane's pierced clit.

"Oh yeah," replied Ken, the tip of his strike slashing Jane's ass and burying itself between her spread cheeks.

Jane gave a muffled moan. Her vision was cut off, but her other senses were working just fine, and she was following the conversation of the two people playing with her. The... casual attitude they displayed made what they were doing to her little more than an afterthought to them, sort of like sipping a nice drink during a conversation (with her as the drink!), and it drove her mad with lust.

Ken was well aware what this was doing to his wife. She couldn't hide her excitement and pleasure from him. She couldn't even hide it from Ellen, who was only just able to feel the torrent of energy Jane was producing.

Kim had not been forgotten either. Once they'd brought her in here, her legs had also been spread wide and her ankles anchored to the floor. A cable had been clipped to a ring on the single-sleeve she was wearing and tightened. Since the ring was positioned right where her elbows were, as the cable tightened, she was forced to bend forward. The position was pretty strict, and Arianwen was happily adding to Kim's torment.

Currently, she was running a Violet Wand over Kim's wet, spread pussy. First, she would get on her knees and lick the other woman, her soft tongue knowing exactly how to arouse and excite, then as Kim approached an orgasm, Ari would back off and use the wand. It was pretty much in keeping with how Ellen was training her slave: Kim's pleasure was now always combined with some sort of pain. Ellen wouldn't let her have an orgasm without it, and as a result, Kim was coming to enjoy the combination a great deal.

Ari wasn't the Switch her sister was, but she did occasionally enjoy playing with another slave. Especially if said slave could be put into a position where Ari could drink from her. That was turning into something she tried to get all her lovers to indulge in -- when said lovers wouldn't be offended by the thought. Now her tongue was stroking Kim in just the right spot, and since Kim needed to go, Ari knew it wouldn't be long before she got what she wanted. She decided she'd let Kim have her orgasm while sharing the last of her pee in a kiss and using the wand on her clit.

Ken opened a box, and displayed the contents to.

"Wow," breathed Ellen, "you want to use those?"

"Sure," he shrugged. "Then we can change her position, and I can fuck her while she eats you."

"I'd rather you fucked me, then have her eat me," replied Ellen with a gleam in her eye.

"Hmmm," smiled Ken. "No downside there."

Except for Jane, who would only get his cum by proxy.

Jane was pierced in a number of places. Both nipples, her ears of course, and her clit. The clit piercing was placed so her clit was exposed most of the time. Since she wouldn't experience a loss of sensitivity over time, the constant rubbing when she wore clothing often made her sore, which, in turn, made her horny.

However, she was not expecting what Ken did next, since she had no idea what was in the box. She stiffened and yelled into her gag as he slid a thick hook through her nipple, right behind her piercing. Ken inserted it from the bottom, so that the sixteen-ounce weight attached to the hook would hang correctly. Pain spread through her breast, overriding even the pain of the whipping she was currently bleeding from. If she hadn't been gagged, she'd be begging to cum.

"Don't worry dear," said Ken, "there are plenty more. Plus, they're coated with a fun little concoction that Sally thought up."

Through the haze of lust, Jane could feel her right nipple start to burn, and not only around where the hook had pierced her skin. The burning began to engulf her whole nipple and spread back into her breast, as whatever it was that had coated the hook was absorbed into her body.

"We've got enough of those to put all kinds of places," said Ken, sliding his hand lovingly down her sweating skin. "I'm betting that once the spice -- Sally's name for it, because she said it would add a little spice to a piercing -- is fully absorbed, and we start to cane those spots, you'll really be having fun."

Jane only moaned, feeling another thick hook slid into her other nipple. It was going to be a long night.

It was just before one pm when the cars started pulling up to the Dojo. Ken, Jane, Arianwen, Tina, Cindy, Eric, Bill and Genie spilled out of the vehicles, grabbed their bags and headed in. Sensei greeted them at the door then introduced everyone, explaining that Ken's group were his private students.

Ken had stopped wearing a white belt a while ago, considering it disingenuous. That had left him with no rank marking at all, but it didn't much matter -- the people in the Dojo knew his skill level. The only true white belt was Cindy, and she wore one. Everyone else wore a simple gray sash. Almost everyone in the Circle knew katas and techniques up to and including black-belt level, as they only had to be shown something once, perhaps twice, before they had the physical movement down. Most of their time was spent trying to perfect those movements, to make the art a part of themselves and to find that elusive center that Sensei seemed to live in. Just knowing how to throw a kick, or even reproduce a complex pattern, was not knowing a martial art. It was the internal balance they were all striving for.

Ken and Sensei had yet to decide on a ranking system for them, and so just settled for the gray sash. However, because everyone who was Circle was stronger and faster than most people, they were all quite dangerous. Sensei just told his other students that today, they would have to expect the unexpected.

In addition to the Circle folks, there were ten other of Sensei's students, all of them from the advanced class. Chad was in attendance, puffed up and all out of sorts over these new people. He'd seen Jane and Ari before, of course, but hadn't known that Sensei was training them, and he seemed offended by the very idea. There was a long table with some light snacks, fruit and plenty of drinks to one side, and there were two sparring squares marked out on the wooden floor.

Eric found himself squaring off against one of the larger students, a bald-headed, black guy with a blinding white smile and a seemingly irrepressible sense of humor. He was also almost as massive as Eric, and a lot of the students gathered around to see just what the new guy could do.

"Man, you from farm country or something?" asked Donald, the man sparring against Eric.

"Nope," smiled Eric, "I'm all SoCal."

"All right," smiled Donald, making 'come-on' motions with his hands, "let's see if you got the moves, man."

Donald was fast and he was strong -- one of Sensei's best fighters, in fact. Not quite as good as Chad, but, until Ken had come along, Chad had been the best -- despite his shitty attitude. The action was fast and furious, and people were laughing and clapping as the two huge men went at it.

"Oh my god, I think I'm in lust," muttered Kate, one of Sensei's students.

"Yeah," said Niki. "Which one you got your eye on?"

"Both," said replied the woman.

"Both? Ambitious aren't we? A combination like that could be hard on a girl."

"Oh yeah," replied Kate.

"I could talk to Eric for you," offered Niki.

Kate blushed a deep red.

"Uh, no... considering what those chicks he came here with look like, I don't think I'd get his interest."

Donald was the more experienced of the two, but Eric had strength, speed and stamina on his side. It was a close match, but Donald beat him on points.

"Damn," said the man, grabbing Eric in a bear hug. "That was awesome! How long you been trainin..."

The conversation continued as they walked off the mat and the next pair showed up. The afternoon was quite pleasant, although Cindy spent most of her time watching Tina and the others. She fought once or twice, but she was way out of her league and knew it. She spent some time talking to Sensei's students, although she avoided Chad like the plague. Something about him made her nervous.

All in all, things were going well, right up until the time when Chad squared off against Jane.

"Points only, Jane," reminded Sensei, drifting to the edge of the ring.

He hadn't sparred yet, although Ken had fought several bouts.

"Aw don't worry Sensei," smirked Chad, "she's too pretty to hurt."

Jane had gotten up this morning quite the satisfied woman. Ellen and Ken had worked her over until almost dawn, fucking her almost non-stop, when she wasn't bound in some extreme position being whipped or strapped. Most of her sexual energy had been worked out. But this was Jane, and 'most' was not all. However, the eager submissive was nowhere in evidence when she took the mat, and she really didn't like Chad at all. Still, she wasn't going to let loose on the guy just because she didn't like him. It wasn't honorable.

Chad, however, didn't seem to take her seriously as an opponent. He made jokes that were barely acceptable and only half-heartedly swiped at her. That ended with a quick snap kick to his stomach that actually knocked the breath out of him.

"Point to Jane," said one of the refs -- the students were taking turns as corner refs, three to a ring.

"Yeah, no shit," said someone who'd been watching the bout.

"Nice shot," said Chad, standing up. It was obvious that he wasn't amused. "Let's see if you can do it again."

Now he really went after her. Jane blocked all his incoming shots smoothly, seemingly unconcerned. Chad knew he was hurting her -- even blocking a shot took something out of you -- but the problem was she didn't seem to think he was hurting her. So he ramped up the speed and strength of his blows.

Jane blocked them all, but returned nothing. Chad thought it was just because she was too busy blocking his attacks, but discovered differently when he received another snap kick to the stomach. He didn't go down, but it was clear the kick hurt.

"Point to Jane," said the ref.

"That's it, bitch," he said, "You're going down."

"I love to go down," she replied, smiling sweetly. "If the person has anything worth going down on."

Sensei stood and said nothing, simply watching the action unfold. He knew there was little Chad could do to Jane that would really hurt her. Of course, Chad didn't know that, and it showed in his attacks, which were way out of bounds for a friendly sparring match. As Chad grew more angry and aggressive, Sensei felt sadness fill him. It was clear he had failed as Chad's teacher, and he wished that he knew how to fix his errors.