Master of My Heart

by Marissa Honeycutt

  Sabrina turned her head and blinked away the tears. “‘Spread her open,’” she read.

  Neil moved to the side of her. She moaned as he pulled her sore pussy apart.

  “‘Very nice,’” Sabrina read. “‘Now, clip her hood out of the way so her clit is totally vulnerable.’”

  Neil retrieved the alligator clamps he’d used on her nipples. A moment later, she felt the teeth on the sensitive flesh of the hood of her clit. She felt something around her leg and the clamps dug in as she felt cool air against her clit.

  Ding. She looked at the computer. “‘I think you should see the show, too, Sabrina.’”

  A picture popped up in the corner of the screen. It took her a moment to figure out that it must be the feed from his camera. It was the back end of a woman, and when Sabrina moved, the woman on the camera moved. It was her. She saw herself, spread open and vulnerable.

  Ding. “‘Use the cattle probe. Sabrina, don’t close your eyes.’”

  She whimpered as she saw the black stick approaching her most vulnerable area. She saw the spark and felt the pain. The sparks of electricity lit up her pussy as he moved it around and she jerked, trying to escape the pain. He left no part untouched—inner and outer lips, her clit. He even thrust inside a few times. Each spark made her scream and her body jerk. Her nipples pressed and scraped against the mattress, every movement amplifying the pain in her breasts. Her pussy swelled and became bright red as the assault continued. The high-definition camera left nothing to the imagination.

  She had no idea how much time passed before the computer dinged again.

  “‘Taste her.’”

  Neil’s red hair blocked the view and she closed her eyes as she felt his mouth on her. It hurt and felt good at the same time. He licked and sucked enthusiastically, not gently. He chewed on the inflamed tissue, making her jerk away from him.

  Ding. “‘Make the whore come.’”

  Neil concentrated on her clit, the pain and pleasure building. She moved her hips, trying to escape his assault, but he held her hips still and sucked on her until she came, screaming in pain and pleasure.

  “You fucking cunt,” Neil sneered, her body convulsing with the remnants of her orgasm. He slid his finger inside her and she trembled. “Master said you would get off on the pain, but I didn’t really believe him.” He flicked her clit and she trembled again. “You really are a fucking pain slut, aren’t you?” He held a glistening finger in front of her face. “Look how much you came. Look at what a slut you are.”

  Sabrina buried her face in the pillow, which was wet from her tears. He was right. Maybe this was where she really belonged. She was a pain slut. She liked the pain. Not when it was happening, but what kind of person comes so hard while her body was still wracked with pain?

  Ding. “‘Eat the whore’s cum.’”

  Neil chuckled and she felt his tongue digging into her body, obeying her Master. He spread her open, to the point of pain, as he sucked her juices in obedience.

  Ding. “‘Probe her again.’”

  The cattle probe appeared on the screen again. She jerked and screamed as he electrocuted her repeatedly. Her body was even more sensitive now, so every jolt was a thousand times worse than before.

  Ding. “‘Stop.’”

  Her pussy was bright red, her clit swollen to twice its size.

  Ding. “‘Make her come again.’”

  It only took a few flicks of Neil’s thumb on her oversensitive clit before Sabrina writhed in another orgasm. He tasted her, biting and sucking hard, and she came again. Her whole body trembled, feeling like it wouldn’t stop.

  Ding. “‘Put the anal probe in her, turn it on, then you can take a break.’”

  Neil produced a large metal butt plug with wires coming out of it. Without any sort of preparation, he began shoving it into her tight hole. Sabrina groaned, then shrieked as he tried to force it into her body. She felt a line of blood trickling down her thigh. Neil grinned and gave one last shove. She reared up as the plug popped into place, then she collapsed back onto the bed.

  She struggled and gasped, trying to accept and adjust to the intruder, but before she could, her ass lit on fire. She stared at the screen with wide eyes, wondering why there were no flames. Then, in the haze her mind had escaped to, she realized it was electricity shooting into her body. It pulsed, throbbed, and vibrated. There was no pattern, nothing consistent to help her anticipate and accept the pain. Sometimes it lasted for mere seconds. Sometimes it seemed to last an hour.

  Neil sat down at the table and started stroking his dick as Sabrina sobbed and writhed in pain.

  Ding. “‘Close your eyes and enjoy the pain, Sabrina.’”

  She was thankful she could close her eyes, but it didn’t help take away any of the discomfort. If anything, it increased it. All she could do was focus on the fire inside her body. And it continued on and on and on . . .

  *****

  Chase collapsed onto the couch in his living room, exhausted. He and his men had spent most of the day scouring Sabrina’s neighborhood, trying to find any clue as to what happened to her. He hadn’t slept the night before, and it wasn’t likely that he’d sleep tonight, either. He was exhausted, yes, but wound up, too.

  Richard and Tom had gone to the Manor earlier in the day to do their Elder thing, and he hadn’t heard from them. His men were as exhausted as he was, so he’d told them all to come back to his place for food and rest.

  Corey sat at Chase’s desk, doing his computer thing, and had nodded in greeting when Chase walked in but hadn’t said anything. Chase figured he was in the middle of something. “Any luck?” he asked after a few minutes of Chase lying there.

  Chase shook his head and rubbed his face. “Nothing. You?”

  Corey squinted at his computer. “I’m . . . not . . . sure . . .” He straightened. “Wait. Hang on a sec.” He typed furiously. Chase groaned as he stood and limped across the room to stand behind him. Corey’s screen was filled with windows, some contained images and others had computer codes scrolling. He maximized one of the text windows and stared at it.

  “Okay, so . . . Someone called their building manager yesterday evening about a van taking up a parking spot . . .” Corey typed for a few more seconds and another window popped open. It wasn’t Sabrina’s street, but it looked familiar. “This is the street a block over from her place. I think this is the same van. I’ve been looking at the surrounding area and it’s been around a lot.” He clicked his mouse and the video sped up. He paused it when a man wearing a black beanie and black jacket got out. He walked toward Sabrina’s street. A few minutes later, the van followed. “That was last night. About when she disappeared, yes?”

  Chase looked at the time stamp. Five minutes after eight. “Yes.”

  Corey reversed the video and stopped when the van was back. He zoomed in on the license plate, but it was blurry. Chase cursed. “Hang on, man. Give me a bit and I can clear it up. Go eat something. I’ll come get you if I finish before you’re done.”

  “Don’t you need to eat?” Chase asked as he began to walk out of the room.

  Corey laughed. “Mrs. Porter’s been keeping me well fed.”

  Chase gave a tight smile, then headed into the kitchen where his exhausted friends were slumped around the table, eating. Mrs. Porter smiled warmly and put a plate in front of Chase as he sat down. “Thanks.”

  “Corey find anything?” Lance asked.

  “Maybe.” Chase’s heart pounded in his chest as he shoved a bite of chicken into his mouth. Mrs. Porter was an excellent cook, but he didn’t taste much of the flavor as he chewed. “He may have found the van that was involved in her disappearance.”

  “That’s great!” Matt exclaimed.

  “You all brought your gear, right?” Chase asked, looking around.

  Ethan rolled his eyes. “As if you nee
d to ask. The sit room is full of their shit.”

  The situation room, or sit room, took up half of the top floor of Chase’s condo. It was filled with gear, munitions, maps, computers, and anything else deemed critical at the moment. It was secure, having several security measures to keep people out and their stuff safe from prying eyes.

  “You said to come prepared,” Lance said, leaning back in his chair and shrugging. “We’re prepared.”

  “Once we figure out who has her, this becomes a no-mercy mission,” Chase said in a low voice. “I’m gonna sink a bullet between the son of a bitch’s eyes.”

  Chapter Forty

  Sabrina jerked awake. It took her a moment to remember that she was back in hell. She groaned in pain, still face down on the bed with her ass in the air. But the electrical butt plug was gone.

  Neil appeared beside her. “You passed out. It was quite disappointing. So, we’re going to see if you can deal with frying your cunt better than frying your ass.”

  He pushed something deep inside her pussy. A split second later, the fire began. This time, blackness didn’t come to her rescue. On and on and on it continued—stopping, starting, torturing her, driving her to the brink of insanity.

  Only when she stopped screaming did the pain stop. Neil pulled the offending instrument from her body and put something else inside, bringing a new kind of pain. His hands rested on her hips and he banged his body against hers. Deep inside, she began to feel his cock, but something else, too. A new kind of fire, like a razor slicing her open.

  “You like my cock ring?” Neil asked, slowing his movements. He pulled out, then pushed back in slowly.

  She whimpered and moved forward. Two inches was all she could manage, though, and he easily followed her. He leaned down and whispered into her ear. “Master had it made especially for me. I put it in the middle of my dick, and the blades on the outside rip apart your pussy.”

  Sabrina tried to scream, but her voice was gone. She could only whisper a hoarse “Please stop,” as tears ran down her face.

  His tempo increased and he slammed against her. He cursed a moment later as his cum shot into her body, stinging the open wounds of her channel.

  Ding.

  Sabrina didn’t move. Neil slapped her ass until she remembered she was supposed to read the screen.

  “‘Let her see the blood flow.’”

  Neil moved and she saw herself on the screen, thighs trembling and blood trickling from her body. The clamps were still on her clit hood, although she didn’t even feel them anymore.

  Ding. “‘Destroy her pussy.’”

  She heard Neil laugh softly as he picked up a flogger with rivets attached to the ends. Her mind finally separated from her body and she watched blankly as Neil ripped her body to shreds.

  When a warmth suddenly spread through her, she mentally screamed out a single word.

  Chase!

  *****

  Chase sat up straight in the darkness. He looked around wildly as he struggled to breathe, sweat running down his back. He could have sworn he heard Sabrina’s voice. He rolled off his bed, yanked on his jeans, and hurried into the living room. It was mid-day. Richard and Tom sat on the couch, talking quietly, but looked up when they saw him.

  “I heard her!” he exclaimed, eyes wide and bare chest heaving.

  The two men frowned in confusion as he hurried to them. “What are you talking about?” Richard asked, glancing at Tom.

  “She—” He shredded his hands through his hair. “She called to me. She called my name.” He didn’t know how he knew this. He just knew, in his heart, that it was true. He dropped to his knees in front of the two men and held his hands out from his sides, palms up. “Read me. Read my mind.” Only having a vague understanding of that particular ability of Elders, he knew they were somehow able to look into minds and see things that normally remained hidden.

  “Chase, it was probably just a dream—” Richard began, but Tom stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

  “Come here,” Tom said, his blue eyes kind and hopeful as he looked at Richard. “It doesn’t hurt to try.”

  Richard sighed and nodded. Chase moved closer to the two men and leaned forward to rest his palms on the couch. They placed their hands on his head.

  He heard Sabrina’s voice again. A tortured voice, screaming out his name. “She needs me,” he groaned.

  “I know, Chase,” Richard said, patting his hand. “Shh.”

  He closed his eyes as he felt them probing his mind.

  “She’s . . . close,” Tom said softly. Chase gasped as he felt a prick in his mind. Then Tom sighed. “I can’t pinpoint her location, though.”

  When the men removed their hands, Chase opened his eyes and sat back on his heels, looking desperately at Tom. “What do you mean?”

  He tilted his head. “She reached out to you. Somehow, you two have a sort of bond, though not anything I’ve seen before. But she can connect to you. I can see it, but I can’t connect and see where she is.” He frowned. “I’m sorry, Chase.”

  “What about Theo? Could he?”

  “Maybe. If he’s willing.”

  A flash of light blinded them for a moment and Chase twisted his torso to see the tall Immortal walking toward them, the Immortal glow fading as he approached. His long blond hair was pulled back into a tail, his piercing blue eyes studying the men with an intensity that normally made Chase cringe. But at this moment, he wanted his mind to be open to him.

  “Theo!” Chase turned on his knees and looked up. “I heard her. Can you find her?”

  “I felt it, too, Chase,” Theo said, his voice low and calm. “It is why I came. She reached out to you.” He gave a bemused smile. “She is a powerful creature to do such a thing. It also means she cares a great deal for you.”

  “It does?” Chase stared. “I thought she hated me.”

  Theo shook his head. “Not in the least. She is scared. Very scared, but in her subconscious, she knows you can be trusted. A demi-Immortal, in desperate times, will mentally reach out to someone she knows will help.” Theo knelt and placed his hand on Chase’s shoulder. “Let me help you find her.”

  *****

  How long has it been? Hours? Days? Weeks? Time had no meaning for Sabrina anymore. She knew only time of pain and time of blackness. Neil did unthinkable things to her any time she was awake. She bled. She screamed. And he laughed as he manipulated her body into orgasm. She watched it all on the screen of the computer, hoarsely whispering instructions to him to keep Jayson and Liz safe.

  She told him how to beat her. How to stab her. How to burn her. On and on it went, her only comfort the numbing blackness that overtook her when the pain became too much.

  How long will it last? How long will I remain in hell?

  Hopelessness consumed her.

  *****

  Chase and his men crept slowly and silently through the trees toward the house where they believed Sabrina was being held. They stepped carefully, avoiding crunching on as much of the fallen leaves as possible. The cool air smelled like rain, and the wetness dampened the sound their boots made on the dead grass. To their left, the setting sun cast deep shadows through the trees, giving them cover for their approach.

  In the muddy driveway sat a black van. It had the same license plate Corey had identified earlier in the afternoon.

  They were well outside the city limits of Boston, which explained why Richard had stopped sensing Sabrina. The area was still forested, and according to property records, the structure they were aiming for was an abandoned house built over a century ago.

  When the house came into view a few minutes later, Chase held up his fist to stop his team. A smaller building stood behind the larger one. He looked through his thermal camera to figure out which building contained heat signatures.

  He motioned for his team t
o head to the smaller one. No one was outside, but through the camera, he saw two people inside. The movements looked to be of someone beating someone else. He clenched his teeth and pushed aside his emotions to concentrate on the mission at hand.

  They positioned themselves around the smaller building. He knew it would be smarter to wait until full nightfall, when they had the advantage of their night-vision goggles, but there were only two people in there, one of whom seemed to be lying on a bed of some sort.

  Sabrina.

  He silently moved toward the building and counted down through the mic attached to his helmet. “Five . . . four . . .” He heard the other men’s breathing quicken as adrenaline prepared them for the fight ahead, “three . . . two . . . one . . . Go,” he said in a low, harsh tone, then headed for the door.

  *****

  Sabrina jerked out of her pain-induced haze. Neil had been beating her with a rod, then stopped suddenly.

  There was a loud crash.

  Men shouting.

  Lights.

  A sharp explosion.

  A thud.

  “Oh God! Sabrina!”

  Who is that?

  That sounds like Chase . . .

  It can’t be . . .

  Is it a dream? Has it all been a dream? Did I ever escape? Am I still in Arizona? But I hear Chase . . . Chase!

  A gentle hand caressed her cheek and she opened her burning eyes. Gray, anxious eyes stared down at her. “Sabrina,” he whispered in a sad voice.

  “Chase,” she exclaimed hoarsely. She immediately burst into tears and he kissed her head.

  “You’re safe, Sabrina. You’re safe.” He looked up and pulled at the ropes that bound her hands above her head.

  “Let me cut the ropes,” a voice said next to her.

  She couldn’t turn her head to look at who was talking, but she didn’t want to turn away from Chase anyway. Everything hurt. God, everything hurt so much! Inside and out.

  When the ropes were cut, her arms fell behind her head to the bed and Chase moved them forward. She whimpered, and he stopped. “I’m so sorry,” he rasped. Patiently, he brought them forward to rest next to her, then gently pulled her into a warm embrace.