The Den of Inequity (MF)

JMS Books LLC

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 4,667
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Whipping two suspended slaves tonight in the Red Lantern lounge for her own amusement, the Countess is in top form. But everything suddenly changes when she picks her new victim from the audience to quench her thirst for blood.

The man she chooses is there to arrest her for the murder U.S. Army Corporal Jeffery Pasco.

NOTE: This story contains explicit scenes of paranormal erotic horror some readers may find disturbing.

The Den of Inequity (MF)
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The Den of Inequity (MF)

JMS Books LLC

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 4,667
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“As most of you already know,” she continued, “this evening is rather special. It’s a night for giving. The question is who’s willing to accept my wonderful gift? Do I have any takers?”

Another round of laughter followed with some hand clapping.

“Come on,” the Countess said. She suddenly saw her chauffer, Dimitri, in the back of the lounge, making his way toward the table that was always held in reserve for her. He must have finally found a parking space for the limousine. “Don’t be afraid. I won’t be too rough with you. So, what masochist here would like to volunteer for my demonstration tonight? Who has the courage to suffer under my gentle touch?”

“She’ll whip you to death!” someone shouted from the L-shaped mahogany bar in the rear.

“Are you volunteering?” the Countess asked.

There was no reply, which brought on another round of laughter from her fans sitting at the tables in the front.

“Well,” she said. “Are all of you afraid of little old me?”

“Yep!” another voice yelled.

“Come on. Don’t be afraid. This will be fun.”

A dozen hands gradually went up into the air from men in the audience who seemed more than willing to endure intense pain for her ultimate pleasure. She eyed the young sycophants and picked out two handsome men who were identically dressed. They were each wearing a black leather vest, chaps, a codpiece, and work boots. The only difference was that one of them had on a black leather Greek fisherman’s cap, while the other was bareheaded.

“Why not two for the price of one,” she said to the audience. “I’m going to double your pleasure by whipping two very naughty boys tonight. Let’s give them a round of applause for being so brave, or is foolhardy the correct term?”

The people clapped and cheered.

“You’re not members of The Village People, are you?” she asked, watching as the two men made their way up to the stage. “I like your outfits. They match.”

The comment brought more laughter.

“What’s your name?” the Countess asked as one of the submissive men came and stood to her right.

“William,” he answered.

“You understand that this is to be a serious whipping, don’t you?” she said. “I won’t be holding back, and I won’t stop until I’ve accomplished my goal. Are you prepared for that?”

“Uh, what’s your goal?”

“To make you bleed, William.”

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