The Mist and the Lightning. Part 19

Tyutya enters their bedroom, thinking that there is no one there. Water is splashing in the bathroom, Kors is there, and Prince Arel is rattling glasses in the living room. The girl wants to collect and take out the empty bottles, but she sees that Nik is lying on the bed. He is asleep, and the slid blanket is lying on the floor beside him. Tyutya involuntarily looks at his tattoos, this is a novelty for her, but she already understood that black and unclean ones adorn bodies in such a way, they don’t burn them with fire, like red ones, but paint them with indelible pictures. Nik is wearing a dubious decoration on his head and face: a muzzle mask consisting of thin leather straps connected to each other by metal rings, a ball on the straps is inserted into his mouth. The ball closes his mouth, preventing him from closing his lips, and all the belts are properly tightened and fastened at the back. Kors remembered that they found this toy in the bedroom, in one of the drawers of the bedside table, and began to play with it. It was he who inserted the ball into Nik’s mouth, tightly tightened all these straps on his face and neck so that Nik couldn’t spit it out, and Nik, as always, meekly accepted his whim. Kors remembers the pleasure of fucking him like that. And then they passed out, and Nik slept like that. And Kors also passed out, and when he woke up, still sleepy, he went into the bathroom and forgot to free him. Later, Kors is already sitting at his desk, reading the morning reports, and a slave girl brings him coffee. Nik enters the room, naked, sleepy, oh, that hair of his! Now they are a little pressed by the belts. With a habitual movement, Nik slightly removes a few loose strands with his hand, so that Kors can see his normally shielded eyes, looks inquiringly, points to his mouth with his hand. How beautiful this red ball looks between his plump lips, these black belts digging into his cheeks! Nik could pull it out himself, Kors just fastened the toy on the back with fasteners, there is no lock. But Nik didn’t do this without the permission of Kors, he came to him so that he himself pulled this ball out of his mouth and freed him. Kors realizes that Nik is uncomfortable. But the way he looks with his mouth open and gagged, those lips tightly wrapped around the ball, excites Kors so much that he quickly grabs Nik, bending over, pressing his chest against the tabletop. The massive table doesn’t even tremble from jolts. Kors turns Nik’s head to the side so he can see his closed eyes and wide mouth. Saliva flows down Nik’s chin, because of the ball and straps, he cannot control it and stop it. How loudly Kors screams! Gods, he just howls like a madman. Then he releases Nik, and finally undoes the buckles, pulls the ball out of his mouth, tosses the toy aside. Nik wipes his wet chin and rubs his stiff jaw. There are clear marks from the belts on his face. He shakes his head and can’t speak yet. Kors understands this, he excitedly whispers some words of love to him, squeezes him again, kisses his numb mouth. They go into the bedroom to continue with Arel. And the slave wipes the wet table and takes the ball on the straps, takes it out of sight, so that “The hangmanwould no longer torment anyone.” And they really never remembered this toy again later. Stop! What did she name him? Hangman?

Kors instantly fell out of sweet memories and jumped out of bed. Tyutya, realizing with some inner instinct that something was wrong, shied away to the door. But Kors managed to grab her and hit her closed face several times. She didn’t cry out, didn’t move in his hands, but froze, withstanding the blows.

“Wayward little bitch! You don’t know or understand anything! I’ll teach you now!” Kors yelled, and at that moment, quite unexpectedly for Kors, Parky literally flew in.

“What did she do, Commander, why are you beating her?!”

“Parky?” Struck by such impudence of his captain, Kors even released the slave.

She curled up on the floor at his feet, no longer trying to run.

“Parky, I didn’t call you! And she needs to be punished! This red bitch has forgotten what a good stick and pain are! And you seem to be too!”

“There was a lot of pain in both my life and hers,” Parky tried to say.

“No!” Kors roared. “You don’t know what it really is! Spoiled stupid kids, I’ll teach you! I’ll make you normal! Ungrateful creatures! Protecting your fucking fox? Would you like to receive the punishment instead?”

And Parky, suddenly somehow calmly looked him straight in the face and answered:

“Yes, Commander.”

Kors hit him with all his might with an iron rod, and Parky sank to the floor next to his Tyutya.

“How dare you burst in here and discuss my actions!” Kors hit him a few more times. “Well, where is your smile? You are so cheerful, so happy! Answer!”

“We are not at all happy, we are unhappy, Commander, and we are trying to serve you!”