The Macabre Train: The Conclusion by Lady Panther

He’s shocked out of his ecstasy with one ‘thwap’ of pain across his ass.  She begins to land several small stinging strokes with something he’s never felt before.  His mind tries to identify the source of the pain; it feels familiar but not quite the same as a cane.

The welts appear immediately on his ass, unmistakable red stripes as she disperses them evenly over his entire buttocks.  Smiling as she works this instrument, she instructs her slave to get to work again. “Suck him dry, my sweet!”

Her slave quickly crawls before the man and licks the juices of the lady who was kind enough to leave her essence behind on him.  She savors every lick and teases the man as she does.  So turned on by her Mistress working him over, as well as the build up to this expected moment, she is hungry and eager to please.  She takes him into her mouth and massages him with lustful expertise.

His legs shaking, his body so used, his strength weakens from the small loss of blood and the sensations he’s borne already.  The noose tightens as he dangles there, becoming even more drained.  He tries to summon himself to no avail. He’s unable to fight the need to orgasm, yet frustratingly unable to do so now without more pain.

He thrusts himself into the slave’s mouth. She does not back down as she knows her purpose in this.  Her Mistress stops with the light whacks across his buttocks.  She stands back a pace and applies some cinnamon oil along the very thin black and very flexible car antenna.  Ensuring the tip is well oiled, she draws it back like a bow and simply lets go.  The tip digs into his upper back as the rest summons a large line of a welt.  She repeats, drawing back the same length and letting it go.

The Mistress re-oils the antenna and meticulously goes back over all of the former strikes.  She increases the bowing of the antenna, increasing the pain, splitting the welts as she goes.  Blood mixing with the oils, his skin utterly marred and burning with the sting and the heat of the oil.  Her relentless strikes are delivered with the smile of a sadist.  The gleam in her eye is unmistakable to those around her as she works this canvas.

He whines in pain and pleasure again.  His thrusts into the slave increase in pace as the pain reverberates like shock waves throughout his body.  His body thrusting upon each stroke of her tool, further increasing the tightness of the noose, his air harder to draw, the blood flow to his brain decreased as it is concentrated in his manhood and his wounds.

She bends down to gain a better angle on his sweet spot thinking, ‘this man won’t survive much longer, and if he actually lives he won’t be able to sit for days when I’m through here.’ She draws her re-lubricated antenna back at its full angle and lets it go.  It slices into his skin effortlessly. She draws it back again, releases, and again and again.

His body fully abandoning him, he presses his behind backward for the strokes and forward for the sucking. His knees buckle as he reaches his orgasm, shooting his load into the now elated slave as he effectively hangs himself. The boy has paid his debt finally.

She rises back to her feet and the Lady with the knife cuts the noose first followed by the tethers of the wrist cuffs and then the ankle cuffs.

The sub moves back as the Ladies all surround him with apt concern and smiles while they reposition him comfortably on the floor of the car.

“Who is this delicious criminal? You never told us.” One lady says as she treats the wounds on his chest.

“I’ll show you.” She says, as she removes the sack cloth and the duct tape on his mouth.  She removes the soaked panties from his mouth and listens for breathing.  She pulls out the smelling salts she had in the ready, opens them, and places them to his nose.

He awakens instantly.  She removes his blindfold and says with a smile, “You did so very well, Owen.”

Gasps of shock and awe, eyes darting to each other as the Ladies realize the full implications of what they’ve just done and with whom they’d just done it.

The Lady stands and smiles. “You’re welcome, Ladies, and Owen, your slate is now clean!”  She walks out of the car as the Ladies are left stunned and happily surprised and their subs tend to Owen’s wounds.

                                                    The End..