Hey guys, so this part is a bit shorter but hopefully enjoyable
Part VI - The Long Night - Part I
As Mrs Whitmore continued to cackle, walking slowly toward John and twirling the items of torment in her hands, Nikita realized what the large silver item was, and why John was panicking so much.
'It's a buttplug!' Nikita thought.
'No wonder he's freaking out, there's just something about the butt that men just don't like.' Mrs Whitmore got closer and closer to John, deliberately taking her time approaching him, enjoying his growing panic.
'Why should I care? He kidnapped me, brought me here. Surely he deserves everything she does to him........' Nikita thought to herself, but she couldn't shake the feeling. The look of abject fear plastered across the man's face, she couldn't help it. Sympathy surged in her, as Mrs Whitmore went around behind John, started moving the gleaming silver toward his -
'Wait!' Nikita cried out. Mrs Whitmore's head popped around from behind John, her left eyebrow raised. 'Yes, slave? You are speaking out of turn, this better be good.'
Nikita swallowed hard, looked at John. He met her gaze, and Nikita saw the confusion starting to appear in them.
'He does have gorgeous eyes......... Nikita thought. She took the plunge.
'You asked not one minute ago ma'am, who wanted that item in your hand. Please forgive my impertinence, but......' Nikita felt her mouth drying, it disgusted her to have to simp and crawl for this woman. But, it wasn't like she had another choice.
'I, I would like to take it.' As Nikita spoke, John's eyes widened. He could see the girl hanging limply opposite him, saw the worry in her eyes as she talked, she certainly didn't WANT that up her ass.
'But then, why is she.......? John thought. Was she trying to PROTECT, HIM?
When Nikita finished, Mrs Whitmore just stared at Nikita for a long moment. Then, she threw her head back and began to laugh heartily.
'Well, well, John,' she laughed, 'it looks like Nikita is starting to worry about you. Isn't she sweet, saving you from step-mummy's mean butt toy?' Mrs Whitmore slapped his side hard, inciting a yelp, before she walked back around the front, standing between the two.
'Well, Nikita. I can't say no to your sweet little attempt to protect my dipshit stepson. But,' Mrs Whitmore held up the nipple clamps, 'he's not getting off scot-free, remember?' Nikita felt her stomach drop - she'd forgotten about the nipple clamps.
Then, Mrs Whitmore seemed to have a thought. She turned back to John, grabbing him under the chin and tilting his head back, gazing intently into his eyes. She leant forward, whispered into his ear. A few moments later, John started shaking his head and trying to speak through his gag.
Nikita watched, confused.
'What did she say to him?' Nikita wondered. Mrs Whitmore turned back to face her, walking slowly. She stepped up to Nikita, her propped-up chest not four inches from Nikita's bare breasts, brown eyes gazing into green.
'You asked for the plug to protect him, didn't you?' Mrs Whitmore asked. 'Be honest.' Nikita didn't dare break eye contact, and after a few seconds she gave a tiny nod of her head. Mrs Whitmore smirked. 'Thought so.' She looked over her shoulder at John, smiled at him. He struggled against his bonds, to no avail.
'Well then, I'm going to offer you a choice, young Nikki.' She held up the clamps. 'I was going to attach these to John, for the first half hour of our fun together. I'll leave him unclamped, if you endure them for an hour.'
Nikita felt her heart quicken as her eyes moistened at her words. She looked at the clamps - glistening silver, with tiny spikes. They looked painful. She looked over at John, the man who had brought her to this hell. Who had taken her from her home, her life, and yet........ Now he was as helpless as she. And now, there was SOMETHING, she couldn't put her finger on it.....
Nikita swallowed hard, returned her gaze to Mrs Whitmore. 'I'll take them, ma'am.' Mrs Whitmore smiled as John wailed through his gag, shaking his head and thrashing as much as he could. Nikita didn't know, but he didn't want her to do this. Not because of pride, or spite over her injuring him, no.......
He didn't WANT to see her hurt.
'What the hell, why do I even.......oh no......' John felt his stomach drop as the realization hit him. He was falling for her.
Almost as if to confirm the revelation, it was at that moment Mrs Whitmore attached the first clamp, eliciting a loud shriek from Nikita. And as Mrs Whitmore prepared to attach the second clamp, John felt it. Anger. Anger at his step-mother, for hurting Nikita.................
He wasn't sure how, but he was going to make her pay for this.