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Her head ached as she opened her eyes, looking around the room. Everything was white and clinical, stainless steel covering almost every surface. She looked down at her body, the hospital gown wrapped lightly around her, and made a move to sit up, only to find that she couldn't. A frown washed over her face and she glanced at her wrists, her eyes widening as she looked over the tight ropes that were keeping her tied to the bed she was in.
"Ah, Mary, you're awake.." the deep voice she recognised instantly came from behind her head, somewhere she couldn't see. "Although, you're not actually Mary, are you, so perhaps we'd best give you a different name.." He chuckled softly and rose from his seat, moving into her eyeline.
"Where is she, Sherlock?" Mary hissed, her voice rough and unused in a while.
"Stillborn I'm afraid. John is heartbroken, but I'll fix that. Besides, it's nothing on how you betrayed him.."
"I thought we'd gotten over this.."
"Of course you did. That's what we wanted you to think. Life is going to be a lot different for you now, Mrs Watson. Oh.. That title is being stripped, by the way.. It's time we gave you a bit of training."
"No, puppy, that's not how he likes it" the riding crop struck her back hard, causing a deep red ridge to appear on her back. Mary closed her eyes, dealing with the pain and pushed a touch more of John's cock into her throat, ignoring her gag reflex, until her nose was buried in the dark curls of his pubic hair. With a smirk, Sherlock cracked the crop again, purely for his own amusement. John's fingers pushed into Mary's blonde hair, dirty as they'd not allowed her to wash in a few days, and tugged hard, painfully. After a few moments of Mary's tongue running up and down the under of his cock, John pulled his rock hard cock from his ex-wife's mouth. Sherlock's fingers moved to the collar that was wrapped around Mary's neck, a symbol of all she was now, and pulled her to a stand. John stepped in front of her, pulling on her nipples until a look of pain washed over her face.
"Sherlock, get it over with because I'm ready.." he said softly, letting the tender nubs go and watching in amusement as her breasts shook. Sherlock nodded, pulling Mary over to the wooden desk that had been moved into the centre of the room. Bending her over it, he fastened her in place, as he had done several hundred times before. Once he was done, he stood back and admired the view before him. Mary's legs were cuffed to the table legs, her wrists cuffed in place on top of the table that he'd had specially customised.
Sherlock jumped slightly as he felt John's fingers tugging at his belt, pulling the taller man towards him. John unbuttoned Sherlock's shirt, throwing it to the floor before working on his lower half, dropping the younger man's trousers until they both stood completely naked. With a smirk, John shoved Sherlock's boxers into Mary's mouth before bending the consulting detective over the same wooden surface, so that his face was less than a foot from Mary's, and was all she could see.
Cold lube was brushed over Sherlock's entrance, fingers thrusting in and out of his ass, spreading and stretching him until he moaned in pleasure. John wiped the excess lube onto his cock and slowly entered his lover, fingers gripping his hips. Mary closed her eyes, trying to avoid the image before her, though she had seen it several times before. A hand collided with the side of her face and she heard the harsh voice of the man she loved whisper "open your eyes, bitch.. You need to see this... It's your punishment.."
Reluctantly, she opened her eyes, watching as Sherlock's face twisted in pleasure. He could feel John's cock hitting deep inside him as the army doctor dominated him, his thrusts slow and steady but forceful, just the way Sherlock liked it. He felt his cock hard and wanting, rubbing against the underside of the desk in a way that was strangely erotic. John's fingers wrapped into his hair, tugging lightly as his fingers curled around the base of Sherlock's shaft and began to stroke him in time to his thrusts. All the while, John's eyes were fixed on the face of the woman who had broken his heart, knowing that he was now breaking hers. He delighted in that. Completely out of love with her, he now wanted to cause her nothing but pain, physical, emotional and mental, and Sherlock, the man he had loved for far too long, had been somewhat of an expert at breaking the former assassin until she was little more than the object he saw before him. He came hard into Sherlock's tightness as he felt his lover release within his hand. Pulling out, he tugged the material from Mary's mouth and offered her his hand, smirking as she timidly licked Sherlock's come from his fingers.
Sherlock slipped into bed, and John placed his book on the bedside table.
"Is she asleep?"
"Out cold.." Sherlock responded, "and locked in the cage. She should probably have a shower tomorrow, I've booked her in a few clients in the morning."
John pulled a face, the decent part of him still unsure about how much fun Sherlock seemed to have turning Mary into a whore. Sherlock frowned, before raising an eyebrow.
"I thought you wanted this.."
"I do.. How is plan D coming along?"
"Oh perfectly. It will be ready by Saturday."