A Game within a Game Ch. 03B

Author's Note: This is the third story in the chain "A game within a game."
Special thanks to my editor NJLauren.

Chapter 3B

The session with Cathy

After a long absence Rob visited Cathy again. Both Marion and Helena had encouraged him to do so, in order to control his anger. Rob drove to Cathy's house, with mixed emotions: it would be exciting, Helena had promised him. Should Cathy become intimate with him, she wouldn't mind - this time only.

It had been planned a few weeks ago, Cathy sometimes had a very busy schedule with patients, even on Saturday's; and she had in fact rescheduled some appointments to give Rob a whole day of her time. She had promised him a lot of talking; but also a session. He would stay the night with her, then the next day she would continue his treatment. Cathy had warned him that it would be like the last time; not much pain, but to say that it would be totally painless, no.

Afterwards he would be rewarded, and she had smiled impishly at him when she had visited them and they made the appointment. Helena knew that it sometimes was better not to be present, not that Rob disliked it, but that Cathy would be freer in whatever she was planning.

He felt a bit anxious, he knew she wouldn't really harm him, but still he had some dread. He remembered last time, when she had suddenly stroked him in on the inside of his thighs that hurt a lot. Two days later he still could feel it, no matter what she said, the pain had not gone within a day.

He knew he would become stronger when he had endured Cathy's treatment as she was good in her second job as a domme.

So, here he was again, he parked his car in front of Cathy's house and got out. He walked to Cathy's door, when suddenly two men walked towards him. He didn't think something was wrong, until he heard: "Hi, are you Rob?"

Surprised he said: "Yes, and who are you?" The man acted as if he wanted to shake hands, and Rob lifted his arm to do so, and the man grabbed his wrist and the other man, who hadn't said anything, brought down a syringe and pushed some fluid into him.

They let go, and Rob began to feel weak. He wanted to say "What...," but his world became dark. Both men caught him and dragged him to the car what was standing nearby and pushed him inside. They drove off.

The waiting room

Rob had no idea how long he had been unconscious, but when he woke up, he had a terrible headache. A man came to him, the same man who had kidnapped him and gave him something to drink: "Drink up, you will feel better."

Rob noticed he couldn't do anything, he only wore a brown cloak and he had some kind of leather harness around him. It was fixed around his waist, and his hands were bound into cuffs and those cuffs had been fastened to the harness. So he could walk, but still was too dizzy to even try. The man put a glass with probably water to his mouth and Rob drank some. Immediately he felt better, it probably contained a lot of sucker, to disable the effect of the drugs he was injected with.

"What is the meaning of this, untie me. Is this a trick of Cathy? I won't accept this, I will inform the police. Kidnapping and drugs, you have something to answer for." Rob became very angry and pulled his arms, but in vain of course. He couldn't do a thing.

"Wait until the mistress comes, she will explain," the man said softly, "the more you resist, the more pain she will inflict on you. Just let it come over you and afterwards I will take care of you." The sympathy from the man wasn't very reassuring to Rob, in fact, it frightened him more than if the man had been harsh. Outside he heard a lot of people cheering and yelling.

"What is this place?"

"You at a secret S&M event, only insiders, and different kinds of scenes are presented by Mistresses and their slaves. Your Mistress will explain it to you soon."

After an hour or so, Rob had no idea of the passing of time, a woman came into the room. Rob looked at her, she was dressed in leather, leather bustier, leather short pants and high heeled over-the-knee boots. She was around 60 years old, her face was dramatically made up. A lot of black around her eyes, even her lips were blackened. With cold blue eyes she looked at him. "So this is the angry boy."

"Boy? I'm not a boy. Who are you? Where is Cathy?"

"Silence! Speak on when spoken to. Cathy has nothing to do with this. Let me explain, I am Cathy's Mistress, you may call me Mistress Iris. Once and a while Cathy has to inform me of her 'patients' shall we say. Your name came up and she mentioned that she never had met someone like you. That made me curious and it came to my attention that you had an appointment with her. That was all I needed to know. You see, today we have a meeting here, and also a demonstration of the punishments of 'unwilling' slaves. They need to be punished. So, I will punish you."

"You can't do that. I am nothing to you, I'm not your slave and you are breaking the law by kidnapping me and using drugs on me."

"Who will believe you? You are just one more slave who will be punished. All will be clear when they see your arse and when I'm ready with you, boy, you can show them something!"

Rob suddenly became very afraid. "You can't do this. I'm not a volunteer."

"I know that, you need to learn obedience! In fact, it is our turn." The cloak was removed from his body and he was naked, except for the leather harness. She took a leash from the wall and secured a collar around Rob's neck. The points of the collar were pointing inside his neck, so when he would struggle, the points would hurt him. After one attempt he gave up. The man in the room said softly "Keep your head clear, good luck." Rob's legs almost collapsed, still a bit groggy he walked between men and women, all dressed in S&M outfits. Most people were connected to each other with a line, man to woman or woman to man, master and slave or mistress and slave. With full expectancy they awaited the next scene; and Rob realized he would be the next entertainment.

Two mistresses helped him up to a platform; this was where he would be punished. With abhorrence and fear he looked at the different kind of whips and floggers. This was no loving S&M anymore, this was the real stuff for fully hardened experienced S&M'ers

He was tied to a rack with his arms spread out, he tried to release himself, but a pull on his collar made clear it was a bad idea. He felt some blood flowing from where the points had punctured the flesh of his neck.

His legs were also tied to the rack, spread out, with several cords. He had to stand on a step, but when he was completely fastened, the step was removed. He was now hanging in the handcuffs that bit into his flesh because they were carrying his full weight.

Suddenly he got it: the rack could be turned and he probably would have to endure the whole thing upside down.

There was no warning, all of a sudden he felt the sharp stings of several cords from a flogger.

"Ouch," he yelled. The crowd cheered.

The mistress stopped immediately and said to the crowd: "This is a very insubordinate slave and deserves a severe punishment. But, he is also frightened of pain, and I don't want to hear his pitiful sounds, so I will gag him."

"No," Rob shouted, "She kidnapped me," but the crowd was too excited to hear or to listen.

Rob received a ball gag in his mouth and at the same time she took a venomous looking clamp and put it on Rob's nipple. He screamed again, but nobody paid any attention to it. Then a second one was put on his other nipple and in between was a steel chain on which she hung a few weights. Rob felt it constantly pulling, this was really different from other clamps he had experienced before and this kind of pain wouldn't lessen.

Then she hit him a few more times, on his back, his upper thigh and his arse. Soon he felt a dull pain spreading on the parts of his body where she had hit him. Finally she stopped. She turned the rack and the weight on the pincers dropped to the other side. Rob moaned from pain as the weights dropped to the other side, it was as if his nipples were being torn off.

She took out another flogger. This one was more painful, each time she hit him, several burn stripes appeared. Rob moaned and cried in his gag, but all in vain. She hit him again and again. Rob couldn't do a thing, he hung on the ropes, trying to escape the hits, but unrelentingly she whipped him. Finally she had enough of it. She laid down the flogger and took a small rattan cane. She showed it to the crowd. It went silent. She had turned him sideways, so she could reach his foot. The first hit Rob didn't feel right away. The hurt took some time to reach his brain, but then he felt something he had never experienced before. The pain was so intense, he almost fainted. She turned him up, and then to the other side. Now his other foot got hit. Again the pain was intense, he knew what was coming and his teeth bit the gag. Tears flowed, he was crying. The mistress just looked at him, her eyes had no expression at all. The rack turned again and he was upside down. Now she used the rattan on his arse. Stroke after stroke was given, and she didn't care whether the strokes were placed next to another. Some strokes crossed, and where they crossed blood appeared. Rob shrieked and howled in his gag, some people in the crowd noticed that this was an extremely hard punishment and no longer were cheering. Finally she stopped, laid down the rattan and fetched a bull-whip.

"Now you can really understand the meaning of worshipping a mistress."

She stepped a few yards from him, unrolled the whip and cracked the whip in the air. The crowd went silent. Then she started to lash him. Each time when the point of the whip hit him, it cut like a knife and gave him a blood trail. After five strokes she decided it was enough. Rob had fainted. The two mistresses removed the gag, slapped him on the face and he woke up. The crowd clapped for the mistress who bowed. She didn't give him one more look. The sympathetic man supported him while he tried to climb off the platform. Rob could hardly walk and he leaned on the man, who sometimes almost had to carry him back to the waiting room. At arrival the cuffs were removed and he had to lie down. There the man examined his wounds and used some antiseptic on them. It sting but it was for his own good, the man explained. Rob asked for his clothes and he got them.

"Are you OK? You were strong," the man said. "She can be very cruel."

"Do you have some more of that sweet water?" Rob got another glass and then he drank more of that sweet drink – he felt the strength coming back into his body.

"Don't drink too much of that stuff," the man warned him, "It's not good for your health."

"But a beating is considered okay?" Rob asked with fury and sarcasm.

"I will take you back if you want," the man said. 'You are lucky, the cuts weren't deep. If you are at home use some oil. The bruises will disappear in a few days. I've seen much worse."

"I have something to do first," Rob said grimly, " and I need a few more moments to rest."

He looked around the room, it was some kind of storage place, and all kinds of S&M related items hung on the ceiling and the wall. Then Rob saw a kind of thick stick, that would be perfect as a weapon. When holding that in his hand nobody would think of coming nearby.

The man left the room, while Rob got his strength back. He tried to stand and managed to do so without collapsing. He poured himself another glass of that 'water'. "Not really water, but it was good stuff," he thought. He climbed on the table and reached for the large stick. It was over a yard long, an inch wide and with a handhold on one side. It looked liked the sticks that the riot police used for dispersing crowds. It gave a strong swishing sound as he swung it back and forth.

Still his feet hurt, and he felt his back and arse burning; at the same time he got the needed adrenaline from the pain. Anger had become an understatement, he was in a raging fury. He put on the harness he was bound in and it came in handy to fasten another weapon to. He had decided to bring along the same rattan cane she had used on him, it had a leather belt attached to the handle, and he thus fastened it to the harness.

He stepped out of the waiting room or whatever it was, and walked towards the platform, as well as he could given how bad he felt, where Iris was busy with another victim. While walking in the fresh air, he regained more and more strength and he pushed through people and while some complained, the look on his face made them back off, and when he raised his stick, they moved out of the way.

People in front of him clearly noticed something and before he knew it, he had free passage to the platform. His arse hurt a lot, but at the same time it gave him the courage to go on, his anger gave him the needed strength. A guard was standing below the platform and tried to stop him, but at the sight of Rob, who came towards him with his stick held high, it was enough to back him off. However, the guard was too late in moving away, and as he held his arm up high to protect himself, one furious blow by the stick on that arm ended in disaster, it broke the man's arm.

The man in response gave a cry and leaned backwards, against the platform. Rob took a good look at him and realized it was the same man who had drugged him with the syringe outside Dr. Cathy's house. He hissed at the man: "I should have broken your other arm too," and otherwise didn't find him worthy of any kind of compassion but also not worth any more violence. Another guard kept his distance when he saw the expression on Rob's face; a large stick in the right hand can be a formidable weapon and very persuasive.

The crowd had become silent when Rob reached the platform.
The two other Mistresses had seen him coming and already jumped off the platform, but Iris didn't notice his arrival. When she turned to see what was happening, because the crowd went silent; she saw him. "What are you doing here, boy? Didn't you have enough?"

Then she noticed that he was untied and he was holding a thick stick in his hands. Suddenly she became afraid and called for the guard. "That guard below can't come, I broke his arm and you're next," Rob growled.

Now Iris became very frightened and started yelling for help, but everybody in the crowd waited anxiously for the next events. Rob took the rattan cane and before Iris knew what was happening, he hit her so very hard on the upper thigh, that her skin was cut and she immediately started to bleed. She gave a tremendous cry and fell on her knees. Then Rob hit her on the other leg, another blood stroke. Rob wasn't finished yet, he went into a frenzy and he tore off the leather skirt and bra and threw them into the crowd, then he pulled her up and held her high easily as she was in fact a very tiny woman.

He then shouted: "I was kidnapped and drugged by this bitch. I was involuntarily involved in a BDSM demonstration, and now this old hag will suffer the consequences. Anybody who tries to help her, I will do the same thing I did to that guard."

The crowd was completely silent. He laid her down and without mercy he hit her on her arse and back. He also knew from Marion that a blow should be given next to one another and not as a cross, as Iris had done to him. Despite Marion's words Rob hit her several times more, deliberately crossing the strokes and she bled like Rob had. He kept on beating her, his fury broke loose and he didn't stop until she was howling and squirming in agony.

Despite this, the crowd was silent, nobody spoke or moved, probably afraid of what Rob could do to them. This was unheard of at their club, their main Mistress been made into a crying, yelling and trembling woman. Could this be the Mistress everyone feared?

"Now for the real pain." He held her leg upwards and hit her twice on the inner thigh, also in a cross. Now Iris fainted, but Rob still had no mercy, he slapped her brusquely in her face and she came to. Then he lifted her other leg and her other inner thigh received the same treatment, once again she fainted. She fell softly on the ground, looking like one whimpering piece of meat. He slapped her in the face and once again she came to.

Since everybody had already seen him naked, he didn't mind taking out his dick and urinated on her, his final revenge. He growled with a soft but dark voice and threatened her "If you come to my neighborhood, or contact Cathy, I will feed you to my Dobermans. I promise you I will destroy you. You and your buddies stay away from me as far as possible. If not I will find out where you live and if you try to do anything more, I will know. I have many resources and will use them, you piece of shit!"

Rob then stepped off the platform, holding his stick in his hands, ready to strike and the crowd again retreated. He still trembled with rage. Nobody dared to stop him when he walked back, still limping, to the waiting room. Once inside the man there stared at him as if he had done something terrible. Maybe he had, he didn't care. "Give me your keys and tell me where you parked your car." The man was very afraid now, after all he had participated in the kidnap, so he gave Rob his keys and told him where his car was parked.

Rob went out of the building and noticed that the party was over, more than likely his doing. He still carried the stick and the rattan cane and decided to bring them along. He followed the crowd to the exit, ignoring the whispers around him and soon he was at a gate. Again nobody stopped him. Once at the parking lot he found the car of the man in the waiting room, it was standing nearby at a reserved spot. He then drove off and headed for Cathy's house. It was around 20:00 when he finally arrived, tired and hurting.

When he rang the doorbell, a very anxious Cathy opened the door and started to reproach him. "Where were you? I was so worried that something has happened, I saw your car, but you were nowhere to be seen. Where have you been? You should have called me or Helena."

Rob stayed cool, and went into her living room. Then Cathy noticed the leather harness he was still wearing and the large stick and cane in his hands. "What is the meaning of that Rob?" she asked utterly amazed.

Rob told her what had happened to him that afternoon, he undressed and showed her his wounds. Cathy became furious: "That bitch. I will have her arse for that." She went to pick up the phone.

"I already did," Rob said.

"You did? how?"

"I was given a sweet kind of drink by a nice guy who had helped me from the main room after I was beaten and that soon gave me my strength back. I decided to give her hell myself, so I did. I broke the arm of the man who had drugged me."

Cathy put her hand to her mouth and said "How did you do that?"

"I hit him with this stick and broke his arm. Then I climbed up on the platform and disabled the bitch by giving her a tremendous blow with this cane on her thigh. She couldn't stand anymore and she was bleeding. Then I undressed her, beat the hell out of her again with this cane and finally I gave her two more blows on each inner thigh in a cross. I'm pretty sure she won't walk for two weeks at least. Oh, and finally I pissed on her, literally, in front of the audience." Rob told her all what had happened, including the things Iris had told him.

In disbelief Cathy looked at Rob and thought about the rage she sometimes had seen in him and she shivered.

"Oh yes, I promised her that if she even thought of taking revenge that I would feed her to my dogs. I will ask you for her address, because I plan on going to see her in a couple of weeks to let her know that I don't make idle threats. Furthermore I have forbidden her to ever make contact with you again, to protect you. I cannot forbid you to make contact with her, of course, but she may not do that the other way. If she ever does, you must tell me. Who the hell is she anyway?"