MARA JADE: MY MISTRESS

Leather and Crimson

by BioDread

"Keep moving, you slug!" growled the burly Imperial soldier, his thick arms bulging beneath the tight, gray uniform tunic he wore as he shoved me down the barely lit hallway towards a waiting, sealed hatch.

"Guess he heard about this place," chuckled the muscled soldier's wiry partner, his grin malicious.

"Poor sod, I almost pity the bastard!" rumbled the juggernaut, one of his vice-like paws slamming down on my left shoulder, his free hand typing in an access code for the blaster-proof hatch.

I swallowed bile as the reinforced hatch irised open, bright lights blinded me, I was shoved through the yawning portal.

The chamber looked like something from an Imperial indoctrination holo. The room was round, with a domed, mirrored ceiling. Holo-cameras were fixed on turrets all around the room, they could capture anything in the chamber from multiple angles, every inch of the room was under surveillance. There was a large, square bed to the left, draped in thick, black velvet sheets, four winding poles of black oak rising from each of the bed's corners. Chains and leather cuffs were fixed to each gnarled pole. In the center of the domed chamber was a black oak frame, two vertical beams with a third resting over both. Two gleaming, silver chains hung from the cross-beam, silver manacles hung open, awaiting a new prisoner, awaiting me. On the wall opposite me and to the right was a wardrobe of black oak, it hung open, inside was a wide assortment of whips, lashes, and riding crops. My stomach knotted when I noticed several stun batons and neural lashes.

Four Imperial techs were quickly checking the holo-cameras set around the chamber. The little black lenses rotated on their mounts, a tiny red light burned above each operating camera, the techs checked each until all of the cameras were activated.

The juggernaut jerked me aside as a slim, scarlet-cloaked stranger flowed into the brightly-lit chamber. The techs saluted and hurried out of the room, the wiry soldier followed them, and the juggernaut released my numb shoulder.

"Leave us," purred a hot, husky voice that made my lips dry.

Juggernaut saluted crisply and stepped outside just before the hatch slid shut.

My cloaked captor extended her thin arms and slowly lowered her open palms. "Lights down."

The blinding lamps dimmed, the bed and the frame were haloed in gold.

The stranger turned to me, her ivory fingers opening the silver clasp at her throat. The scarlet cloak billowed to the floor, before me stood Mara Jade, the Emperor's Hand, and the star of the underground holo-series, Mistress of Pain.

"Hmm, not much to look at," observed Mara, her long legs sheathed in red rubber boots with sharp heels. Mara's long, glittering red hair covered her bare, white shoulders, waterfalling over her milk-white breasts. Mara wore a skin-tight crimson corset tied shut up the front, latex cups supported her breasts, her nipples poked against the yielding fabric. The scarlet goddess wore a red g-string that hid nothing, it nestled between the lips of her shaved pussy and flossed her bare, tight buttocks so firmly it wasn't even visible from behind except at the base of her spine.

Mara took my left wrist and pulled me towards the waiting frame. She discarded my hand and walked around me slowly, her smoldering, green eyes raking over me, her sharp heels clicking upon the cold floor as she examined me, stalked me.

I stiffened when Mara dug her fingers into the shoulders of my prisoner's jumpsuit and yanked down, ripping the garment from my torso. She jerked the jumpsuit to my ankles, I covered my crotch with my palms, uncomfortably aware of the filming holo-cameras everywhere around me.

Mara reached around my waist and grabbed my wrists. She pulled my hands away from my crotch, my dangling cock twitched, my face burned crimson. Mara purred into the back of my neck, I could feel her body against me, her latex-covered breasts brushing up and down my bare back. She turned me to face a wall, where a score of holo-cameras watched silently, their red lamps glowing. Mara released my right wrist and enfolded my penis with her crimson latex glove, she fondled my member for the cameras, smiling over my right shoulder, her moist, red lips brushing over my flushed skin. I closed my eyes and panted, my cock stiffened quickly, it pointed towards the gleaming lenses, Mara's gloved hand stroking it from the base to the beading head.

Mara released my prick. I slowly opened my glazed eyes, my breath ragged, my face gleaming with perspiration. Mara appeared in front of me, she knelt and fastened a thick metal ring around the base of my cock, the little collar snapped loudly when she locked it in place. Looking over one pale shoulder at the cameras, Mara fondled my collared prick again, kissing the wet tip, her left, gloved palm sliding up my stomach, caressing my flesh.

Mara shot up to her feet and shoved me around. She pushed me beneath the black frame, she snatched for one of the open manacles.

I did not want to be trussed up like a side of beef, I spun on one heel and slapped Mara hard across the face, while she fell I jumped over her and rushed to the sealed hatch, typing random combinations into the lock pad.

Agony blossomed across my back. I howled and dropped heavily to my knees, another explosion of pain rocked my body, I twitched and fell onto my side.

Mara stood over me holding a glowing shock rod, she wiped the back of one hand across her mouth, her green eyes flamed with anger.

Mara jabbed the rod into my belly, I screamed and shuddered on the floor, my arms and legs shaking uncontrollably. Mara giggled and slapped me across the face, once, twice, three times. I groaned and clutched my numb stomach, Mara buried her fingers in my short, black hair and pulled my head up.

"Do you want some more?" sneered Mara.

"N..no," I croaked, my brown eyes watering with tears.

Mara released my hair, then combed it back with her gloved palm. She tilted my face up by the chin and kissed me on the mouth, her lips were soft and warm, I leaned into the kiss.

"Not just yet, my young buck," giggled Mara, standing up and pulling me back to my bare feet.

I followed Mara willingly to the beckoning frame, I didn't resist when she raised my arms and locked the silver manacles around my wrists.

"Good boy," murmured Mara, kissing the back of my neck, running her latex-sheathed fingers along my trembling spine.

I faced the empty bed, my arms stiffened above me, trapped in the heavy manacles locked around my aching wrists. I could hear Mara rummaging in the open wardrobe, I licked my lips, I tried to ignore the holo-cameras filming my naked, bound body.

There was a loud crack and fresh agony made my spine arch. Mara twirled her long whip and snapped it again, hot pain slashed between my shoulder blades, I grimaced and blinked wetness from my eyes.

The whipping went on forever. The manacles around my wrists were the only things keeping me upright, my legs quaked, the backs of my thighs on fire with lines of red welts. Sweat poured down my nude body, the metal ring around my erection was uncomfortably tight, my chin rested upon my gleaming chest, damp strands of black hair clung to my flushed face.

Mara circled around one of the frame posts, she smiled at me, and uncovered her wet, creamy white breasts. I licked my parched lips, my eyes hypnotized by Mara's swollen, pink nipples that gleamed with her musky perspiration. Mara held a long, leather whip in her right hand, she drew close to me, I could smell the musk of her damp, red hair, I felt her nipples upon my flesh, the hard nubs dragged across my heaving chest while she combed her gloved left hand through my slick, black hair, her tongue flicking over my own dark brown nipples, tasting me, teasing me.

"Does it hurt?" purred Mara, looking into my pain-filled brown eyes.

"Y..yes."

"Do you want me to make you feel good?"

"Yes."

Mara draped her left arm around the back of my neck, she kissed me hard, her tongue thrusting between my lips, massaging my own slack tongue. I moaned into Mara's mouth, I returned her embrace, savored her sweet, tender lips. Mara sucked on my trembling lips, then nuzzled the side of my neck, kissing, licking my skin. My chains jingled above me, I shivered as Mara fondled my collared prick with her hand, her mouth suckling on my left nipple.

My Mistress opened my manacles and enfolded my left hand. She led me to the bed and gently pushed me onto the soft mattress. Mara crawled on top of me, her bare, curvaceous buttocks upraised and luscious for the watching lenses. Mara entwined her gloved fingers with mine, she raised my hands above my head, planting hot kisses on my chest and throat, her wet, silky, red hair sliding over my body. Mara's bare breasts dangled before my face, I raised my head and licked her flushed nipples while she fastened my wrists into leather cuffs. Mara sighed with pleasure as I tasted the drops of sweat between her tits, I buried my face in her cleavage, my lips hungrily kissing her ivory flesh.

Mara straddled my waist and pulled aside the strand of g-string from her gleaming, pink cunt. Looking up at the filming holo-cams, Mara enfolded my erection with both gloved hands, she pumped the stiff cock, bucking gently over my pelvis, her dripping breasts bouncing as she fondled my engorged member. Mara rubbed a fingertip over the moist tip of my prick, she brought the wet finger to her bright, red lips and sucked my cum from her glove. Mara sighed and tossed her scarlet hair over her left shoulder, she looked down at me with hot, green eyes, her wet, sensual lips curved into a wanton grin.

With a firm grip on my cock, Mara leaned back, her crotch shifting forward until her pussy touched my thick, collared member. Mara spread her thighs widely, her pussy gaped open, moist and pink. Mara leaned forward, the head of my cock disappeared inside Mara's pussy, she bit her lip and put more of her weight forward.

I yanked on the chains holding my wrists above my head while Mara rode me, my cock buried inside her cunt, her thighs clenching my hips, her smooth buttocks resting on my thighs. Latex-clad fingers dragged down my perspiring chest, I flexed my pelvis, thrusting deep into Mara, while she slammed down with her crotch, sheathing my prick within her vagina, squeezing my trapped shaft with her powerful vaginal muscles, milking every last drop of semen from my manhood. The wide bed rocked and groaned beneath us, the loose chains rattled against the trembling bed posts as Mara bucked violently atop me, her head thrown back, scarlet hair flying as she moaned and gasped, her beautiful, alabaster breasts shuddering.

Mara arched her back when I climaxed inside her. I buried the back of my head into the pillow beneath me, I narrowed my eyes and gasped, my thighs quaking while I released stream after stream of cum into my lover's shivering belly. Mara's vagina was a vice, she held me inside her, her buttocks quivering, her teeth digging into her lower lip. When the last drop of semen oozed free, Mara loosened her vaginal muscles, my sore cock slipped free of her slick cunt.

"The guards will be coming for you," whispered Mara, leaning over me to loosen the cuffs binding my wrists. I kissed her left breast, Mara giggled and pressed her nipple to my mouth so I could suck on her sweet tit soaked with her perspiration.

I was zipping up my jumpsuit and Mara was draped in her crimson cloak when Juggernaut and his partner came to retrieve me.

"Are you done with this one, my lady?" inquired Juggernaut.

"No, put him in a holding pen, I still have..uses for him," smiled Mara wolfishly.

"As you wish," nodded the stout soldier, crushing my left arm in an unbreakable grip and yanking me out of the musky chamber.

I quickly looked over my shoulder as the guards took me away. Mara stood in the open hatchway, she waved to me, her smile was warm, and promised many more delights beneath the gazes of the holo-cameras.

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