145 Chapter 144: Delivery Part 3

I looked at the room that the Marquis had set aside. It wasn't a training room in the least. It was a showroom.

I wanted to hit the man, and I turned to the two slaves in their shackles. I looked at them, and I felt them quivering. They feared how angry I was but with their nipples against the fabric showing and the bulge between the boy's legs. I knew that they were both ready to play with each other. I watched them both for seconds, and I took my whip into my hand.

Both of them paled, and I turned to the Marquis as I licked out with the whip using a tiny fraction of my mana and hit the mother's shackles along the length. She yelped in surprise, but not one bit of my bladed whip touched her skin. Instead, the shackles broke where I struck, making them crumble under my strike.

The Marquis looked surprised at how casually I did that as my whip licked out again, repeating for the boy. "Remember," I told the mother and son, "You will regret it if you fuck up."

Both nodded, and I saw the Marquis frowning deeply with the simple threat towards them. I briefly wondered if he wanted to stiff me out of my quite modest fee. I was already frowning, and I was beginning to wonder if I should just keep the slaves. That might be a worse outcome than if I just gave them over to the Marquis for free.

Now free from the bindings, the mother and son moved towards the stage and took in the equipment as I turned to the Marquis. "Since you already have decided to make them show their capabilities, who do you want to dominate the other?" I asked him inquisitively. My voice barely contained the annoyance I felt, but you could clearly hear it.

The Marquis looked at me, and I could see the awareness in his eyes of how annoyed with him I was. I told him my reasons, and I was never accepting another commission from him for life. Not with this attitude and with him almost putting me out on my ass. I glared at him as he considered, and he smiled, "I want to see the mother dominate the boy," He said finally, and I turned to them.

"Hear that?" I asked, "Your new Owner would like to see you dominate your son."

The mother looked towards me, and I could see her son sulking a little. That boy definitely liked being on top more than the bottom. But after being pegged and denied many times, he took more and more pleasure from being dominated. He nodded and looked to his mother as she looked around the stage again with the mind of dominating her son.

This whole exercise from the Marquis was useless as I could tell the mother and son had no intentions of throwing the demonstration. I watched and observed the stage and the lack of tools to do a proper job on it. Still, there was a Saint Andrew's cross and a couple of whips. There were some objects also to stick into a person, although many of them were sharp for pain play. These two were not entirely suited for that, although they could probably work themselves towards that goal in the future.

I watched as the mother finished looking around, and I could see her indecision as she turned to me. "Is this all there is?" The mother asked, and I looked at her with surprise, "Mistress, there are only things for pain here. I had a couple of thoughts in mind that I wanted to try. But this," She motioned around her as she continued, "Is lacking many of the things you have."

I smirked, and I covered my mouth as I turned to the Marquis, "Do you have more tools available, or is this all you have to work with?" I asked him plainly.

The Marquis's face twisted as he looked at me, "This is all I have," He replied.

I wanted to shake my head. I overtrained these two, and they were being returned to an owner that lacked the tools to put on a good show. That wasn't my business now, and I wondered if he would take his humiliation out on them. That wasn't my business, though, and the mother nodded, turning back.

She didn't let that get to her, and I could see her hard nipples under the burlap shirt and the budge under the boy's burlap pants. The mother didn't wait any longer than necessary, and soon she took off the shirt. Her ample breasts came out with rock-hard nipples to show. She continued to look around, and I could see the concern in her face to do a good job. She quickly dropped the burlap pants, and a wet pussy showed itself.

As the mother stood, her son was looking at her with a heated gaze. His cock throbbed visibly under his burlap pants, and I could see him slightly wince as the poor-quality clothes scratched him. His heated gaze never left his mother, though, and I smirked. These two were hopeless, and this Marquis got a bargain with them for entertainment after my training. It made me want to snarl with the disrespect he was showing me now.

I put the thought aside as I saw the mother nod to herself, and I knew that she had decided what she wanted to do with her son. As she looked around, there wasn't much to play with since they both shied away from pain play. That was something that the Marquis would need to consider, but I wasn't sure if he could understand that.

I didn't dwell on it for that long as I watched the mother walk over to her boy. Her hands lay on his chest, and her other hand pulled down the black burlap pants. Soon his cock sprang free, slapping lightly against her arm as she squatted, helping him take them off completely. The boy stepped out of them as his mother finished bringing them to the floor. His cock was full of life and vitality from previously and looking at his mother's naked body.

The Marquis and I stood in silence, watching them as the mother helped her son take off his shirt. She deliberately ignored his cock as she moved up his chest, her hands against his chest as she helped him remove the shirt. Soon both of them were naked, and his mother, for a second, pressed her lips against his while she pressed her large breasts against his chest.

Her son's hands moved up to take his mother's breasts into his hands, only for it to be denied to him as his mother pulled back. She took a hand in hers and pulled him towards the Saint Andrew's Cross, and she guided the hand in hers up to the shackle. He allowed his mother to shackle his arm, and soon she was guiding the other hand up into the other shackle leaving him defenseless.

She licked her lips, and she squatted down while her son asked, "Mom?"

She didn't reply as she took his cock into her hands and began to lightly stroke it. One hand worked the shaft while the other found his balls massaging them lightly. It was a slow play, and I saw her soft smile as she pleasured her son slowly. The Marquis was frowning, and I watched in silence as she teased a moan out of her son. It was slow teasing, and his mother moved with a deliberate slowness that made the boy moan more.

"Mom, please," He said after minutes of slow play with her hands. She refused to move faster, and she remained silent as she worked his balls and cock. It was interesting to see them this far, but I knew that she would have to do some pain play with her son to make this Marquis happy. Otherwise, he would try to back out of the deal with the frown that he was showing.

I was annoyed that I was even allowing this and the facilities he wanted these two to use. On the other hand, the mother was still playing with her son's cock. He moaned louder and louder, and it was obvious to all involved that he was beginning to near the edge.

I watched as his cock throbbed in her hands, and I could see it leaving her hands as she let it lay on her hand. She slowly teased her son's head, and his groans and moans filled the room, becoming the music we listened to as we watched. His moans became louder and louder, and I knew that he was reaching the edge and that he could tip over at any point to release a stream of his semen onto his mother's face.

As he reached that peak, I heard him say, "Mom, I'm going to cum!" His mother stood, letting go of his cock.

The boy didn't know what happened as the pleasure ended just at the edge after such an extended play. His groan was loud, and his mother walked over to the other tools on the table.

The Marquis was now smiling as I heard the boy cry out, "Mom, Please!" He looked at me now much more impressed, and he turned back to the two, looking much less disapproving.

The mother continued not to talk as she picked up a simple crop for the boy. Her hand swung down with a whistle before she went back over to her son. He looked at her with wide eyes, and I saw a determination on her face. My respect for this woman shot up several levels as I watched her care for her son. He probably didn't even notice the bad situation they were in if they couldn't sell themselves to this Marquis.

The mother understood, and the crop came down along his shaft even as he opened his mouth to try and stop his mother. Instead, a cry of pain came out, and his cock bobbed up and down while she brought the crop up to his cock, pushing it up. He groaned with the pain and the leather on the tip of the crop just under the head of his cock.

She began stroking him with the tip of the wood and the leather along his shaft. I watched, impressed as he began to moan as he had already been very close to the edge just seconds before. He moaned louder and louder as the crop moved quickly back and forth under his cock when she lifted her hand, and his cock bobbed up and down before her hand ruthlessly came down with the leather hitting his cock.

Her son screamed, and his cock bobbed up and down. Her hand came and grabbed it, stopping its movement, and began vigorously stroking it. He cried in both pain and pleasure, and I could see his cock surging forward along his hips as his mother stroked him off. His moans over came to the groans as the pleasure overcame the pain, and he shouted, "Mom, I'm Cumming!"

His mother didn't stop her hand, and he was at the edge with a loud moan. His mother let go just as semen came out in a large rope onto the stage. He loudly groaned as his hips bucked forward again, but his mother wasn't done as the crop came down, whipping his cock just as another burst of semen came out.

He yelped and moaned as his semen sprayed all over the stage while rope after rope of semen left his cock. I watched, fascinated at the mother as I could see the pain in her eyes along with the determination. The Marquis began to clap loudly, and I turned to him as he shouted while the boy continued to spray his semen, "MAGNIFICENT! I love them!"

I smiled, and I knew that the mother did her job for me. She looked at me, and I saw relief from her as she saw my smile.

I could work with this performance, and I turned to the Marquis ready to conclude this business.