Flashback Mountain Page 9

  Autumn wandered around the small cottage, becoming more agitated about the upcoming trial. There was no way she could tell people what happened on the mountain. "It's none of their damn business," she muttered. "I don't ask them what strange things they do at home."

  Something was worming into her mind. Autumn could not quite grasp it, but she knew there was something… and it had the queasy feeling of Nichole. Was it a book she had read, or a paper she had written for school? It was so frustrating not to be able to remember, because she knew that it was important. She finally gave up and went to bed, curling around the sweater and hugging it against herself. In the cabin, she used to curl around Cain this way.

  "Nicki?" he called.

  She squealed and dashed towards the stream. Nicki could hear Cain crashing through the brush behind her. It had taken him two hours to find her this time, and the punishment would be severe. Her eyes lit with anticipation. Tonight was the first anniversary of their life on the mountain, and she knew that all of the guys were setting them up for a most arousing evening.

  She had waded into the chilly water and grabbed a reed. It had taken her days to come up with the plan, and she sank beneath the surface. The water was murky this far out, so she had to keep her eyes closed. With the waterfall crashing in the background, she could not hear a thing. Nicky hovered beneath the surface, sucking in air through the straw. It worked out fine until something blocked the hole. She blew to dislodge it, but it remained sealed, and she surfaced sputtering and coughing.

  Cain stood beside her with her reed in his hand and his finger covering the hole. "Well, darn. How did you know?"

  "It was the only one moving downstream," he laughed. "I was going to just follow along the bank, but I figured you'd get pneumonia if I left you under much longer." He rubbed his hands up and down her sides while he walked her to the shore. "You're lips are blue."

  "So is my bottom," she reminded him.

  "Just a few stripes."

  Nicki looked behind her. "They are fading, Master Cain."

  They walked back to the clearing, and Nicki headed towards the lodge to help fix dinner. The other girls were already there, slicing up vegetables for the stew. Saundra looked up. "Must have been a couple hours. Bravo."

  "Where'd he catch you?" Lucy asked.

  "In the stream. I had the only straw following the water down the mountain." Nicki sat down and picked up a knife. Her Master was the only one who played hunting games, but all of the men had intriguing quirks that enhanced their women's desire for them.

  "Did Master Cain tell you what's planned?" Sallie asked.

  "Nope. I've tried everything, and I can't get it out of him," Nicki answered.

  "I hope it's not the cane," Saundra stated, and all of them winced.

  "I don't think Master Cain would have marked my butt, if they planned to cane us tonight," Nicki said hopefully.

  Nicki felt odd sitting in Cain's chair after dinner. She watched Sol tie Lucy's breasts with a rope wrapped around the back of his chair, and she felt Cain tug tightly on hers. Her boobs popped out and began to throb. God, I hope he isn't going to cane them again. Her hands were locked behind the chair, and her ankles spread and secured to the legs.

  "You're not going to hurt me too much, are you Master Dwain?" Sallie gave him her prettiest little girl pout. At five two, she could get away with it.

  He kissed her cheek. "However badly it hurts, you get to decide how good you get to feel afterwards."

  "Okay," she pouted.

  Saundra gasped, "Ouch. Darn it, Master Mathias." He tugged the rope again and she glared.

  The men left them bound to the chairs and stood in front of them. Nicki looked up into Cain's eyes and saw them narrow while he stared at her breasts. Shoot, he's going to cane them. He reached into his pocket. Clamps? Nicki heard Sallie begin to cry, and she studied what Cain was holding. Rings? Oh, shoot… oh, no. "Master Cain…"

  "Quiet, Nicki."

  Mathias spoke up. "You're ours. That's it. This seals it."

  "Romantic, Master Matt," Saundra said sarcastically.

  "Romance comes later, Saundra… and its Master Mathias."

  Cain knelt down between Nicki's thighs, and holding the rings in one hand, he captured a nipple in his mouth and nipped and sucked while he played with her pussy.

  Nicki closed her eyes and her lip trembled while she tried to squeeze her thighs together. She felt Cain kiss the tip of the pert bud before he leaned back. She shuffled her hips in frustration when his hand abandoned her, and she opened her eyes when his hand pressed into her breast to present her pink tip. The ring had an arrow shaped end that slid through her spongy flesh and seated in a hole on the other side.

  "Aaah…," tears rolled and the girls shrieked. Sallie wailed in the background while Dwain crooned to her.

  "Master Cain, don't. Oh, god. Please." Nicki watched a drop of blood travel over her ribs. She sobbed and tried to rock the chair away from him, and he sat on her thighs.

  "Oh, Nicki," Cain smiled. "You know how much I love that look on you."

  It was true. Whenever he delivered a particularly harsh punishment, his passion was intense. She screamed when the second ring burst through, and he leaned forward and hugged her. "You're mine, Nicki. You and I will always be together."

  He untied her and swiped her tears with his thumbs. While he dabbed the blood she looked down at her new jewelry. "They are sorta' pretty," she quivered.

  "And very useful," Cain added. Nicki did not want to think about the ramifications of that statement.

  "Well, all you happy couples," Dwain began. "I think I need to get my poor little Sallie back home and make her feel all better."

  Sallie looked up through her swimming tears. "I get to decide, right?"

  "You get to decide," Dwain agreed.

  Nicki walked with Cain back to the cabin. "They hurt."

  "I know." Cain squeezed her hand. "But, we have four happy couples, complete with rings, celebrating a year together."

  Cain held the door for her, and Nicki lit the candle. She set it on the nightstand and unbuttoned Cain's shirt. When he sat on the bed, she turned and straddled his legs to pull his boots off. Her fingers trembled when she unzipped his jeans. They always did, and she always slipped her hand in the opening, stroking his cock before she pulled them down.

  Cain tied her wrists to the posts, and bent her legs, kissing the inside of her thighs. He slid into her moist pussy while his hands cupped her bottom. He thrust in an easy rocking motion, to keep her breasts from moving too much. They fell into a long session of just sliding and pushing, until Nicki climaxed and Cain followed.

  Autumn woke with the sun shining into the cottage, and Dee Oh Gee scratching at the door. She let him in and held his head in her hands. "I know what to do," she said happily. Autumn decided that Davis Merrill was right, and that sometimes it was better to keep secrets.

  She dressed and jogged up to the house, with the dog on her heels. Autumn found Benny in the kitchen, finishing breakfast. "Joanne went sightseeing."

  "What? Never mind. Benny, I need a lawyer."

  "Davis is tied up in court, Autumn."

  "I don't want Mr. Merrill, but I do want someone else who works with him. They have to be connected with his firm, and have the time to do a lot of research."

  "Why? What are you up to?"

  "The guys have someone to protect their interests, and I just want someone to protect mine. Basically, my interest is in getting Cain released, so it will just add another lawyer to his side," Nicki reasoned.

  "There's a young guy that just made junior partner," Benny suggested. Gerard sure as hell could not cause much damage. "He's pretty sharp, but they tend to shuffle the research cases at him." He pictured the thin man, nervously pushing his glasses up his nose while he walked quickly down the halls with his arms full of books and files.

  "Perfect. I need to talk with him today."

  Benny looked at the anticipation in her eyes. "
There's a bit of a waiting list. I'm not sure how long it will take to…"

  "Today, Benny," she interrupted, "or I don't testify."

  Oh, fuck. Benny's mouth dropped open. A year of planning, hinged on him handling an unexpected situation from an apparently unhinged Nichole. Benny wondered if the pressure and stress from the thought of testifying were causing her unusual persistence. Not knowing what to do, Benny left a voice mail for Davis. Gerard pulled into the estate within an hour.

  Gerard straightened to his full five foot six, trying to look confidently competent. Benny thought he looked scared shitless. Gerard had done some background work on the firm's biggest case, but he never expected to be drawn in beyond research. "Davis said it was an emergency. She's all right, isn't she?"

  "Fuck if I know, Gerard. Shit, I hope she's not turning on Cain."

  Autumn walked into the foyer, biting into an apple. "Are you my lawyer?" He was perfect. He was a skinny little man with glasses and a receding hairline. She thought he would be the ideal lawyer to represent her, and he was even fidgeting.

  Gerard studied the pretty girl and his tenuous attempt at appearing coolly confident, collapsed. "I'm Gerard Fuller. I think you should be aware, that I don't do much trial work. I also can't comprise Mr. Merrill or Mr. Gray's interests, Miss Flynn."

  Autumn winced when he said her name. "Come to my cottage." The men began to follow her, and she turned and said, "Just my lawyer, Benny."

  This was not good. Davis told him to stick close them, because an attorney and client held privileged information. Even though they worked together, Gerard would not be able to tell Davis what she was up to. At least Gerard had warned her, that he would not be able to represent her in any matter that could contradict the firm's representation of Cain.

  Gerard stayed in the cottage with Autumn for three hours. They had lunch brought over, and Davis had someone call Benny every half hour for updates. Some lawyers might break the code of silence between attorney and client privilege, but Gerard went by the book.

  Following legal precedence to the letter, did not keep the anxiety from causing Gerard's stomach to start pitting with beginning ulcers. The nervous man looked just as bewildered and rattled when he left as he had when he arrived, and he never said a word when he passed Benny and quickly dashed to his car.

  Autumn hid in the cottage, leaving only to join them for meals. Gerard kept in touch with her on her cell phone, and Autumn spent the rest of the time for the next several weeks, laying on her bed watching television and keeping notes on the trial.

  The entire court hearing was being broadcast, and although the usual procedure of not letting witnesses into the court room to hear other testimony was being followed, no one had thought to tell them that they could not watch it on television. The concept was relatively new, and Judge Harmon, though primped and always looking either scowling or contemplative for the cameras, never issued the order.

  Autumn glared while Mike Ross began his opening statement, dissecting the strange equipment they had stolen, and lying about how it was used… mostly. Some of the stuff was pretty obvious, and Autumn laughed quietly at the expressions on some of the jurors' faces. Every time some knew device was displayed, Ross would rant in a disgusted tone, and then the cameras would sweep towards the defendants.

  Autumn got to see plenty of Cain while he leaned back in his chair with his arms folded across his chest looking either bored, or slightly aroused. This, Nicki could understand. They had some good times with several of the items Ross was explaining.

  Mike was holding rings in his hand, and Nicki rubbed her breasts until her nipples tightened and began to throb. She felt naked without them, and it was almost as upsetting as having them take her collar.

  CHAPTER VII. AUTUMN LEAVES

  They returned to the cabin, and Nicki's nipples were beginning to throb again. The piercing was a week ago and they were almost healed, but they still hurt when she became excited and they tightened. Cain reached out a finger to touch an injured tip, and Nicki flinched. "Ouch."

  Cain whispered, "Game time, Nicki."

  Nicki's immediate response was to gasp, and Cain saw her eyes widen briefly in anticipation from the moonlight shining through the window. He walked up and rested his hands on her hips. ""Shh," he murmured.

  He released her waist and opened the chest of erotic toys at the base of their bed. A few seconds later his hands held a scarf in front of her eyes. Cain did not blindfold her often, because he preferred to gaze into her eyes while he taunted her. Nicki opened her mouth to tell him she did not want him to use it. The thought of not being able to anticipate what she was about to experience, always made her nervous. Cain could see her trepidation. "Shh… quiet," he whispered.

  Cain tied the scarf around her head, sealing out all light. He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her, and began walking her towards their bed. His hands grasped her wrist cuffs, and when he locked them together in front of her, her pussy spasmed and she recognized the liquid heat of her arousal when it dripped onto her thigh.

  Cain's hand brushed across the already tightened nipple of one breast, and Nicki made a little involuntary hiss at the pain while her core muscles continued to contract. He dropped his hands to her hips and pulled her closer. The warm wetness of his tongue flicked across her nipple, finally sucking it into his mouth and rolling around the ring.

  Nicki was breathing little gasps of air, and Cain continued to taunt the puckered nipple in his mouth with light bites and sliding his tongue through her new ring. The contraindication of pain and pleasure still confused her when he was arousing her, but she knew that she craved the sensations. Cain's hands lowered and he reached around her, clasping her bottom for a moment. After massaging and squeezing the fleshy globes, his fingers drifted towards her slick folds. Nicki's legs began to quiver, and the inability to see enhanced the electrifying feeling of his touch. She lifted her hands and gripped his shoulders to balance herself.

  The scarf blindfolding her, seemed to cause every touch of his mouth and hands to feel intensified. There was no way for Nicki to predict or determine where he would assault her next. Nicki shivered in expectation when Cain's hands spread her lips and a long, tapered finger smeared through her cream and trailed up and down her slit.

  When Nicki began rocking into his hand, Cain smiled. He removed his hand from her pussy and stared at her trembling lip. He grasped her locked cuffs and lifted them over her head, and he hooked them onto the short chain high in the bedpost.

  Nicki decided that this blind seductive capture excited her. She heard the rustling of Cain removing his clothes, and the soft thump of his boots landing on the floor by the wardrobe. She pressed her pussy into the log she was secured to, clenching her bottom and lightly rubbing. She had no idea where Cain was, nor what agonizing torture he was planning for her.

  One of his hands wrapped around hers, entwining their fingers while he pressed the length of his naked body against her back. Her pussy was clenching and a warm rush of liquid escaped her channel, and she felt his cock pushing into the small of her back. Cain moved to her side, still holding her hands, and she gripped his fingers, trying to anticipate what he would do next.

  Thwack. At first, Nicki was startled with incomprehension, and then a hot pain singed the nerves on her bottom and she realized he had spanked her with his open hand. Hard. "Ouch," she gasped.

  "Quiet," Cain whispered, and while he massaged the stinging red print, Nicki quivered. "Quiet," he repeated, still holding her hands, and caressing one palm with his thumb. His other hand reached between her thighs, and she moved her feet apart to allow his fingers to travel back to her slit and spread her wet juices up and down her passage. On one of the strokes, his fingers paused, exposing her clit to a few light strokes that sent a spasm shuddering through her trembling body.

  The hand left her pussy, brushed back across her bottom, and a few seconds later… smack…, even harder than the first time. Nicki's hips rocked forward ag
ainst the post, and she felt the hot burn that quickly followed the spank. She panted through it, and Cain rested his hand over the stinging print, feeling the heat before leaving to stroke her pussy again.

  This time, after stroking her clit, two of his fingers entered her gripping wet pussy. Cain leaned down and whispered in her ear, "You're enjoying this." He was learning her responses, and it was almost as arousing to encourage her passionate squirming, as it was to inflict the pain. Cain had not considered that he would crave teaching her to enjoy his games. Originally, he had just wanted a sex slave who could not stop him from increasing tortures to fuel his desire. Nicki felt his lips brush her neck with a soft kiss.

  When his fingers left her pussy again, he felt her body stiffen. He sensed her tension, and he knew it to be a sign of her confused denial. Nicki had never admitted that she was aroused by his treatment, but the evidence glistened between her thighs. Again, he brought his hand down hard on her ass. This time the stinging registered painfully, and Nicki gasped and began to silently pull against her binding cuffs.

  Cain held her tightly and gently massaged her bottom, feeling the heat and imagining her pain, and urging her to accept the torment. His hand moved to the slickness of her slit and he entered her pussy with his fingers, using a skilled thumb to stroke her bead. Nicki was panting in quiet, whispered breaths, and the muscles in her pussy squeezed tightly at his fingers. She bucked lightly into the bedpost, anticipating her impending climax.

  "No you don't Nicki. You do not have permission to cum until I tell you to," Cain whispered.

  Nicki gasped and turned her blindfolded eyes towards his voice. Her body was quivering with the need to have him fill her, though her mind was a mass of confused senses. Between the throbbing, lingering pain of the spanking, unexpected gentle seductive kisses, and the maddening, teasing stroking of her pussy, her dripping channel ached to have his cock push inside of her.