A House of Three

Ash walked into the bedroom a few minutes later, her jaw set as she deliberately let the frustration, anger, fear she felt bubble to the surface. Miranda was waiting for her, kneeling naked on the floor with her eyes down, body open and vulnerable, and the sight made Ash's blood burn. She knew just how badly little Miri wanted to get hurt. Almost as badly as Ash wanted to hurt something right now. Ash sat down in her high-backed chair, putting a veteran NCO's command tone into her voice. "Get over here, slut." Miranda flowed across the floor, draping herself over Ashs' knees and pushing her ass up in the air. God, that ass. Ash loved watching it, the way Miranda squealed when she licked it, the gasp as she slid a toy into it…but never quite as much as when it was striped red, hot and hurting for her. Ash still thought of herself as straight, mostly, but she'd long ago decided she was alright with being Mirisexual as well. Ashley wrapped her hand into Miranda's hair and tugged, tasting pure want at the back of her throat at Miranda's breathy little gasp. Her other hand found the switch at the side of the chair, almost of its own volition. *CRACK!* The long willow rod came down on Miranda's ass, leaving a bright red stripe against the tanned skin. Before Ash could swing again Miranda drew in a breath and whispered, "One. Thank you, Ma'am." Ash swung the switch again, a mark on her other cheek to match the first. Two, thank you Ma'am. Brought it down again to make an X pattern. Three, thank you Ma'am. Snarled as days worth of buried frustration came to the surface, and her arm swung over and over, her mind swimming and sliding into a darker place where she didn't care what was Miranda's fault and what wasn't. She needed to hurt, and it didn't matter who. Six, thank you Ma'am. Seven, thank you Ma'am. Ash yanked Miranda's hair back as rage flooded her body, rage at Hackett and the Council and stranded colonists and everyone else who wanted to wear away the man she loved- the man they loved- until there was nothing left. Twelve, thank you Ma'am. She screamed. Miranda screamed. But it wasn't until Miranda's voice broke, hitching into a little sob between "Fifteen" and "Thank you, Ma'am", that the curtain started to lift from Ashley's eyes. Miranda's ass was red and raw, bruises filling with blood just under the skin…and her cunt was soaked, the heat throbbing against Ash's thighs as she squirmed, heedless of pain, trying to press it up to her Mistresses' flesh. Ash dropped the switch without a second thought, her hand sinking into Miranda's cunt, opening it and driving her fingers into the other woman's core. There was no holding back. No gentleness. Only the hard nub of Miranda's clit against her fingers, the heat, the pressure, the loud moans that split the sea breeze. "Want to cum, slut?" Ashs' voice was low, feral as she breathed in Miranda's ear. "Did getting your little ass beat bloody make you want to cum? Is that what happened, Cerberus?" Miranda groaned louder at that- normally she hated any reference to her old days, but Ash knew that right now it was just the edge of humiliation she needed. "You want to cum for Mistress, Miri-slut?" Miranda nodded, frantic, but Ash pulled her finger back. "Ah ah. Use your words Miri-slut. Use your words or I'll just-" "Fuck!" Miranda's voice was ragged, the edge Ash needed was there. The edge that said she was out of control, driven out of her mind, and that right now Ashley Williams controlled every inch of her body. "Oh fuck, Ma'am, you know how bad I want to cum, please, please let your girl cum, please let her cum all over your fingers so she can lick you and taste you and ffuuuuuuuucckkkkkkkk!" The begging trailed off into a scream as Ash crooked her fingers inside Miranda and felt her body go rigid, convulse, shudders taking over her body as she came. Seconds or hours later, Miranda slipped off Ashley's lap. Ash was aching, her pussy soaked, nipples hard enough to hurt against the air. And Miranda knew it, the bitch, she could smell it as she knelt in between Ash's legs, her own legs together, hands on her knees, somehow managing to look demure as she looked up at Ash with those big blue eyes. Her voice was a husky whisper. "Please can I finish you, Ma'am? I can't help it, you smell so good, and you made me feel so good, please, please let me lick you, let me taste you. Can't you feel how much I need it? Please." Ash growled again, grabbing Miranda's hair and pulling her in. Miranda's tongue was perfect, lithe, flexible, and thoroughly educated to her Mistress' body. It only took seconds before Ash was biting her lip, straining to hold back, and seconds more until she arched her head back, screaming her pleasure out to the sky. They flowed together, after, lips to lips and breasts to breasts, tangled up in each other and the white bedclothes. "I hope he's all right." One of them whispered it. "I know. I love him too." It didn't matter who answered. "Are they just going to use him up?" Both of them feared it. And both had the same answer. "No. We won't allow it." They slept.