“You told James Crawford that you liked to be tormented—that pain was nothing more than a tease.” Reynard walked over and opened one of the drawers, but I couldn’t see what he was getting. “Let’s find out if the girl on the other side of the chat was just telling lies, or if you really do like to feel pain.”
Reynard returned and snapped a clamp on my right nipple. It stung and made me want to scream. I whimpered against the gag, and then another one was put on my left nipple. They made my nipples sting and burn at the same time. Reynard moved his hands along my body, rubbing my clit before giving it a firm smack with three of his fingers. I recoiled, but there was nothing I could do but take it. The cuffs made sure I couldn’t even move my hips to avoid another one if he wanted to give it to me—thankfully he didn’t. I heard a match and the smell hit my nostrils. A few seconds later, Reynard approached with a candle—one that appeared to have fast melting wax. He tilted it to the side and the wax started ripping down onto my breasts.
Oh god—that hurts—I’m afraid to scream.
Reynard dripped the wax on my nipples, down my abdomen, and let a few drops fall on my clit. Fear of screaming no longer mattered—that hurt too much for me not to cry out. He didn’t seem to be upset by my whimper, in fact, I think it turned him on. He spent nearly an hour torturing me with the candle wax, letting it burn skin that had never been kissed by fire before. There was something erotic about it, even though it wasn’t something I would have sought out on my own. He had all the power—I had none. That was a strange feeling—one that pulled at my mental fortitude. Did I actually like it? I felt my pussy getting wet—desires burning my soul like the wax burned my skin. When the candle was snuffed out, I felt an almost—sadness. I wasn’t going to feel that pain anymore.
But he has more in store for me—he’s going for one of the whips.
“Teased and tortured,” Reynard chuckled. “I wonder how much of a tease this will be.”
Reynard snapped his wrist and I felt the whip strike my inner thigh. It was a cat-o-nine tails with several braided strands. It was hard enough to leave a sting behind, but not so hard as to break skin. A whip like that could have easily peeled away a layer of skin of Reynard wanted it to. He whipped my inner thighs several times, coming dangerously close to my pussy, but never letting one of the braided strands land there. Then he worked on my abdomen—my breasts—the nipples that were clamped. The whip chipped away at the wax when it got to my breasts—and then I felt it strike my exposed nipple. The clamp caught most of the impact, but that just made it twist and shoot agony through my veins.
“Ow…” I pushed my tongue against the gag and whimpered.
I immediately felt the whip—a little harder than before. I had managed to form a word instead of a scream, even with the gag in my mouth—I wasn’t supposed to talk. Reynard punished me for it with several hard snaps of the whip. I wished I could close my mouth—I could bite my tongue—that would keep me silent. But the gag kept my mouth open, so all I could do was mentally tell myself not to speak again. Reynard worked me over with the whip until my flesh was sore—soreness that extended from my breasts to my inner thighs. I saw him put the whip back on the wall and then he walked back over. I looked up at him—wondering what else he had in store for me.
“Turn over.” Reynard leaned down and started unfastening the straps.
Yes Master. I nodded and obeyed, feeling the cool leather against my punished flesh as I turned over on the bench—it actually felt good against the burn.
“You’re so fucking wet.” I felt his hand on the back of my thigh once the cuffs were put back in place. “I guess it wasn’t a lie when you said this would turn you on.”
I never imagined that would become reality.
“I’m going to use your mouth, and then I’m going to attach a vibrator to your clit—one that will hum for the entire night—you remember him telling you about that, don’t you?” Reynard chuckled and positioned my chin against the leather.
Oh god—no, please don’t!
I didn’t get a chance to think about the vibrator. Reynard unfastened his pants and pushed his dick into the ring gag—and my mouth was his as long as he wanted it. I could barely use my tongue, much less my lips. Reynard shoved his cock deep in my throat—gagged me—and then started to fuck my mouth. I remembered when John said he would do that to me—I remembered how much I told him I would love it. The reality was different, yet it still made my pussy react and it sent a strange excitement through my body. That excitement was going to last long because an entire evening of torment awaited me when he was done. I took his length—over and over until I felt him start to throb.
“Such a filthy mouth—designed for taking cock and nothing else.” He let out a gasp and then he started to erupt in my throat.
It was harder to swallow with the ring gag. He emptied his load and when he pulled back, his lust was pooled against my tongue and dripping down my chin. I couldn’t tilt my head to force it down my throat. I felt his hands on my body. Even after being punished, I was still feeling that urge—a need to come. I heard a drawer being opened and then he started fastening something around my waist—something that pressed against my clit when it was secured. He walked back in front of me and I saw a remote in his hand.
“I have a camera right there.” He pointed to the wall, where I assumed the pinhole was what he referenced. “I’ll be watching you—and every time you feel the vibration get stronger—I’m enjoying your torment.”
He held out a remote and pushed a button—one that made the vibration immediately start. It amplified, then lowered—lowered to nothing more than a slight buzz. I knew I was going to be wearing the harness all night—that was what John said he would do to me. Reynard walked to the door and turned out the lights without another word—then the vibration got stronger. I moaned as all of the desires that had been bottled while I was being punished started to flood my veins—but he didn’t give me enough to come. He let it tease me until I was at the cusp of bliss—and then it was turned off. I felt the aching—the need—desires that had never been stronger—then, the vibration started again. It was dull, but it got faster—until I was about to come again. Then he turned it off for the second time. And that was just the beginning.
Reynard
I watched Lizzy on the monitor, teasing her with the remote as I aimlessly stroked my satisfied cock. It was already starting to get hard again—begging for another taste of her hot, wet mouth. I thought about returning to chase my desires again, but my needs had to be throttled. She needed to endure the vibration for the entire night. I spent nearly two hours just watching her suffer—watching her come close—then pulling the pleasure before she could orgasm. When I finally felt sleep calling my name, I let her come—then I left the vibration at a dull roar. That’s where it would stay—and I planned to sleep late. She promised her victim that she loved being tortured and teased—it was time for her to make good on that promise.
I have a feeling she’s going to regret that promise.
* * *
The next day
I woke up the next morning with a smile on my face when I remembered the torment Lizzy had endured. I stayed in bed for thirty minutes, stroking my cock to the thought of it before returning to the monitor and staring at her exhausted face. I wondered how many times the dull roar had made her come in the six hours that I had been asleep. She looked like she had been destroyed—her eyes were red-rimmed with lingering tears—and her groans were like music to my ears. They weren’t just groans—she was begging and pleading with every echo that rushed from her throat. A part of me considered leaving her there for the entire day, but I had made promises too—promises in the contract that I had to fulfill.
I guess I’ll give her a little respite before I send her back to the cage for the day.
I turned off the vibration and gave her some time to recover while I made breakfast. My cock was throbbing in my pants the entire time. I wanted her—lips, ass, pus
sy—it didn’t matter. I just needed to sink my cock into her body and ravage one of her holes. I wasn’t going to be able to make it through another night without taking her innocence. Her mouth had been a wonderful distraction, but what I truly craved was her tight virgin cunt. It was mine when I wanted it, and I had tortured myself long enough. She would fully understand by that point that her question about Wyatt was what kept me from taking it—and she would beg to give it to me as penance, even if she wasn’t fulfilling one of her promises.
“I trust you had a pleasant evening.” I put a cheerful tone in my voice as I opened the door to my playroom and stepped inside.
Silence—the only response she was allowed to provide. She was definitely learning, like the good little submissive slut I was turning her into.
“Let’s have breakfast.” I removed her restraints and let her get up from the bench.
Her body is such a beautiful canvas—one that deserves to be painted by agony every single day.
I led Lizzy to the kitchen and made her sit at the table. The wax was still on her body and there were red marks where some of it had burned her flesh. She looked disheveled and I could see the destruction in her eyes when she started eating. Hours upon hours of orgasms—pleasure that turned into pain. Perhaps I would have liked to meet the man she made those promises too—he seemed like a wonderfully sadistic man—but he hid behind a screen—with a wife that didn’t like the things he did. He had probably never even had a girl succumb to the fantasies he described. That was too bad—they were wonderful thoughts and I savored the promises she made when she was setting him up—promises she never thought she would fulfill when the lust dripped across the screen.
“If you’re a good girl today—tonight you’re going to get to sleep in my bed.” I looked over at her with a casual glance.
She just nodded—god, she was beautiful when she did what she was supposed to do.
The words that were unsaid were as powerful as the ones that left my lips. She was going to sleep in my bed because I was going to have her—every bit of her. I was going to take her virginity and claim her body. It was a promise she made, and one that she would fulfill—there were numerous ones that promised her body to the men she blackmailed. It was too bad she wouldn’t be able to give her innocence away as many times as she promised she could. I would have to make the first one special—for me.
After breakfast was done, I put the ball gag on her and took her back to her cage and locked the door. She would be there for the entire day—until I was ready to use her again.
So beautiful—those red-rimmed eyes wondering what I have in store for her—yet bound to silence and unable to ask me what’s next.
I’ll be thinking about that moment all day.
* * *
A few hours later
“Did you forget that you had a job to come to today?” Mauro looked at me with a hint of anger in his eyes.
“No.” I tilted my head to the side. “Everything was put in place yesterday. There’s nothing for me to do at this point except wait for the fallout.”
“Well, we’ve got a problem.” He motioned for me to follow him into his office. “Josef Weber asked for a meeting.”
“A meeting?” I raised my eyebrows in surprise. “That’s a desperate play. I expected backlash before he came crawling to us on his knees.”
“I guess we hit him harder than we realized.” Mauro sat down and folded his arms across his chest. “And we haven’t even dug our nails into Los Angeles. Maybe we should pull back on that…”
“No.” I shook my head back and forth. “We keep hitting—until there’s nothing left but ashes—then we put a proposal on the table.”
“You want to buy Weber Acquisitions?” Mauro shrugged. “I guess that makes sense, but I doubt he’ll sell—even if he has nothing left but ashes.”
“It’s a power play. The same one we tried on us. We send a proposal, make some noise about it, and then all those sharks we were attracting will dig their teeth into him.” I chuckled under my breath.
I returned to my office and watched the screen as our soldiers started hitting Weber’s clients on the east and west coast at the same time. Stock prices were falling—things were going according to plan. It should have been a moment of victory, and it was, but I was distracted. My eyes kept drifting to the video on my phone—Lizzy in her cage. She had fallen asleep, undoubtedly exhausted from her night of agonizing bliss—preparing for what was coming when I returned home.
I looked at the picture on my desk—four Jacksons—all in a row. Only two of us were still standing. The job took our father from us early—stress and a weak heart was what the doctor said. I was pretty sure he didn’t have a heart, much less a weak one—maybe he did when our mother was still alive, but I ripped it from his chest when I came into the world. My attention focused on Wyatt. I thought about the number of times he had dealt with Josef Weber in Chicago—the times he asked for us to do more than wage an eternal war.
It’s too bad that I didn’t listen back then. We could have crushed that asshole at any point, but we let him get stronger—all because I was too busy living off my family name instead of embracing the job I was born to do.
I opened my desk drawer and pulled out the copy of the chat logs I kept on hand between Wyatt and Lizzy. Reading through them intensified the rage I felt towards the girl locked away at my house. I needed that rage—a reminder that she wasn’t innocent, even if no man had claimed her body. The chat logs with the other men didn’t inspire much anger—I truly didn’t give a fuck what she promised them. The log in my hand was the only one that could really send me over the edge—it kept me in touch with the reality of the retribution I craved.
No matter how much she suffers, it’ll never be enough.
I’m going to break her again and again—until she can’t be broken anymore. Then I’ll have her where she needs to be—the point where the only thing left to snap her soul is the truth about what happened to Wyatt. One final break—one final act of revenge—the last time she sees daylight without agonizing in what she’s done. Will I keep her when that time comes? Will she even have the strength to get up off her knees? She’s a fun toy, but once the last bit of light is gone from her eyes, it won’t be submission she craves—not anymore.
It will be all she knows.
Lizzy
I mentally prepared for Reynard’s return. I had accepted my fate the first time he said he would take my innocence—I knew that moment was coming before I signed my name on the contract. The delay was starting to become torture on its own because it toyed with my thoughts. I wished I would have never asked the question about Wyatt. I would have rather gotten it over with the night he said it was going to happen rather than let the anticipation build to the point it became dread. As the minutes passed and the moment drew closer again, dread was all I could feel—even if my body had started to cry out for Reynard’s touch.
When the door opens again, it will be the last time he looks down at a virgin.
I wasn’t sure if sex would change me. I always thought it would. Maybe that’s why I never gave in when the opportunities were in front of me. There was power in those moments—a sense of control I would never have with Reynard. I never imagined myself enjoying the things I talked about with the men I blackmailed, yet I was finding out that some of the things I agreed to were more than just illusions. The pain excited me—turned me on. The brutality of Reynard was becoming a craving—it was chaos that I couldn’t control, and I had never been able to let go before. Having the choice stripped away was turning me into something I never expected to become—a woman that needed to submit.
I heard a sound in the darkness and looked towards the door. It opened and Reynard walked in, flipping the light on as he entered. There was malice on his face—a look of anger that often faded when I was with him, but always seemed to be painted on like a fresh coat of disappointed when he returned. He put food in front of the cage, cleaned things up
while I ate, and when I finished eating, he grabbed me by the hair. He didn’t want me on my knees, so I stood as he pulled. I was learning what he wanted without a command—my body was already becoming his and it hadn’t even been taken yet—not fully.
“I’m going to clean you up before you join me in bed.” He looked down at my thighs. “You’re still covered in your own filth.”
I did my best to wipe it away, but my resources were limited. Being strapped to the bench with the clit vibrator going all night long had left me sore, and I erupted in bliss so many times that I was numb before the vibrations finally ceased. It was enjoyable at first, but it turned into a nightmare as the hours passed.
“Let’s go.” Reynard gave me a tug and I immediately started walking behind him.
Reynard took me down a hallway in the opposite direction of the wooden door that led to his playroom. When we walked into what appeared to be the living room, I saw a screen—a screen that showed my cage. I didn’t realize he had a camera on me, but I realized that he had been watching me the entire time. He saw my descent into madness—my tears—my remorse. Still, the callousness was present on his face when he returned. My suffering still wasn’t good enough for him. I couldn’t help but wonder how much more I had to endure before his appetite for vengeance would be satiated—which made me wonder again what happened to Wyatt. What put the look of disdain on his brother’s face?
I’ll never be able to ask that question again, but I don’t think it’s going to stop toying with my thoughts…
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