“Fuck. Cut the movie.”
It was then I noticed another guy crouched in the corner. He was filming the caning with a small black camera. It looked reasonably professional and he too had a cap pulled low.
“Get the hell out of here,” the guy with the cane said to Jonathan. “This is none of your fucking business. She wants this.”
The woman was sobbing, her ribs evident as she pulled air in and out of her lungs.
“Itismy business. Filming is against the rules. So is having a sub who can’t speak or gesture a safeword.”
“Fuck off.” The guy shoved Jonathan’s shoulder and yanked the cane free. “Before I make you.”
Jonathan widened his stance. He glanced at me.
I nodded, just once, a small tip of my head. This was trouble.
Jonathan whipped his badge from his pocket and flashed it at both guys. “I’m a cop. Time to get real.”
“Real. I’ll tell you what’s real. She’s enjoying it and that isn’t a real fucking badge.”
“I’m afraid it is,” I said, also flashing mine. “Drop the cane and get her down. She needs medical attention.”
“No fucking way.” He took a swing for Jonathan. A sharp right hook.
Jonathan stepped to the right and batted him away as though he was an annoying gnat.
The man gritted his teeth. Spittle had formed at the corners of his mouth and his nostrils flared. He was clearly furious at being interrupted.
“You want to try that again, asshole?” Jonathan made a bring-it-on gesture with his hands. “Because I’m all for it.”
“Motherfucker.” Cane Man shoved at the curtain, billowing it to the right, and disappeared.
His friend with the camera was quick to follow.
Fleetingly it crossed my mind to give chase, but the sorry sight of the woman hanging on the cross urged me to her.
Quickly I removed the gag.
She was gasping and her face wet with tears, sweat and saliva.
“It’s okay,” I said. “We’ve got you, it’s okay. It’s over now.”
Sobs wracked her chest. “I don’t know them. They pulled me in here…from out there. I was just…”
“Shh, it’s okay.”
“You don’t know them?” Jonathan crouched and released her ankles.
“No, I came here alone…looking for a Dom.” She paused and sniffed. “I’ve done it before, lots of times, no problem. The Dungeon is usually a safe place to kink.”
I slipped the straps from her wrists.
As soon as I did that she started to slither to the floor.
But Jonathan was there, a large blanket at the ready. He wrapped it around her and lifted her up.
She yelped as the material touched her welts.
“Shit. Sorry,” he said, grimacing and holding her against her chest.