She Bites (A Paranormal Dark Erotica Series Book 1)

by Banks, Tiffany

  Getting dried, I'm extra cautious with my backside. Despite the cold water, it's still red and sore. There's a bottle of witch hazel with lavender on the shelf above the sink. I wonder if it's been put there for this exact reason: ripped up ass. I squeeze some on a cotton ball and wipe it gently over the ever expanding welts on my bum. Wrapping the towel around me, I'm about to step out of the bathroom, when I hear voices. Really slow and cautious, I sneak towards the sounds. As I peak my head around the doorway, I see two people in the main room. Sure enough, two girls stand there, or one of them could be a boy. She/he spots me and calls out

  “Hey, don’t be shy. You're new here, yeah?”

  I nod my head, saying nothing in case I stutter, and I leave the safety of the bathroom, to join them.

  “Don’t worry,” she reassures me (it's evident she's female by her pendulous breasts). “This is Rosy. She’s not been here long either. I’m Toni, and I’m almost due to leave, or so my mentor tells me.”

  “Who’s y-y-y-our mentor? I ask, in a timid tone.

  “Christopher, and yours?” He asks me.

  “Nathan,” I reply, with just one word.

  The girl Rosy whispers something into Toni’s ear as she looks at me, “Rosie wants to know if you want some clothes?”

  “Yes,” again, I answer in one word. I don’t know these people, maybe they’re kidnappers too.

  Rosy leaves the room and I’m left alone with Toni.

  “C'mon, sit down. This is where you’re gonna live until you're ready to leave,” Toni informs me. “When I first came here, I was a withering idiot. I was born a girl, would you believe, but in my mind I’ve always been a boy. It all messed up with my confidence. Christopher's helped me in so many ways. Your mentor will help you too.”

  “Can you tell me w-w-where I am?” I ask.

  “We’re not allowed to talk about this place when we’re together. If we do, we get punished,” he (Ok, if he feels he's a boy, then so be it) warns me. “All I can tell you is that the walls have eyes and ears. Don’t be afraid though. You’re going to be just fine.”

  Rosy returns with a pair of shorts and a plain top. Then I realize, it’s the same as what she’s wearing, almost like a uniform. At least I can cover up my modesty, if nothing else. As I go to take the clothes from her, she takes a hold of my hand and leads me to one of the bunks.

  “My bed?” I ask her, and she nods her agreement. Then she climbs onto the bunk below me, her own bed.

  I feel a sensation of relief. At least I’m with other people now. As a rule, I prefer my own company, but this place makes me want to be with other humans, and not alone. We’re not allowed to discuss this place and what goes on inside of it, but at least we can discuss our feelings and, dare I say it, our progress.

  I dress into the clothes given to me, and climb up onto my bunk. The mattress is firm, but comfortable, and I'm soon settling in and starting to relax, at last. I wonder when I’ll see Nathan? Right now he seems to be the only point of hope for me in this mad place.

  * * *

  Nathan: Orders

  I decided not to visit Celeste the previous evening, after her spanking on the stage. Instead, I left her to acclimatize to her new situation, and meet some of the other participants. Today is a new day and I'm hoping she'll be coming to terms with the unfamiliar predicament of which she is the center. The quarters she's staying in are basic, but comfortable. Celeste needs to begin to socialize. They say extreme duress can bring out the best in some people, and that's the whole ethos of "Audience." Having to share rooms with others in the same situation, is also part of the training. They're allowed to chat and discuss their feelings and their burgeoning growth and spiritual and emotional opening. Because everything works on the principle of: the less they know the better. They're instructed never to talk about anyone's treatment here. If they do, we use punishment to ensure they don't do it again.

  Today, I’m going to introduce Celeste to Audience again. The sooner she's back on the stage the better. Already, after yesterday's beating, she'll still be feeling dejected and humiliated. Today’s experiment should lift her spirits. What better way to achieve that, than through something she loves to do: dance. The dance she'll perform today is far different from her usual routine, however. Celeste will have to perform on stage. Though, not in a tutu practicing her graceful ballet moves, but completely naked, once again. A metal pole will be her dance floor routine.

  I sit back on a reclining chair, and watch the flickering image on the monitor. It's displaying Celeste’s quarters, from one of the many hidden cameras we have in the room. Both Toni and Rosy have left for their own set of tasks this morning, and Celeste is alone in the room. I can see her lying on the bed, her eyes appear closed, but I'm not sure she's asleep. Right on cue, the door opens. Two dominatrices enter. One of them Celeste is well aware of, as it's Bella, who spanked her in public yesterday. I turn the sound up so I can here what is Celeste may have to say to Bella.

  “Stand!” Bella orders as she enters the room, and heads straight over to Celeste’s bunk.

  The second domme stands by the door, but either Celeste is asleep, or this is her first real instance of disobedience. Bella is not one for asking twice, and she flicks out the cane she's carrying, striking Celeste across the legs.

  “Ow!” Celeste cries out, sitting up. “You can’t treat me like this, it's illegal.”

  Swish goes the cane again, and once more Celeste cries out in pain.

  “We need to get something completely clear, girl.” Bella’s voice is quiet and controlled, but with an unmistakable hint of menace. “I can do whatever I want with your sorry ass, there's no one in here to protect you, so get used to it. When I tell you to do something, you do it immediately, without question. You do not speak to me unless I ask you to. Are we clear on this, girl?”

  Celeste looks completely terrified. Any fight she had in her seems to evaporate as soon as Bella wields the cane. She jumps down off the bunk and stands in a submissive pose, in front of Bella.

  “D o y o u u n d e r s t a n d?”

  Bella draws out the words with the volume of her voice raising in sound, as she speaks. Her face is almost pressed up against Celeste’s, who flinches at each syllable.

  “Yes….yes, I understand.”

  Swish! The cane flicks out again, striking the poor girl on the upper arm. The strokes aren’t hard and will not bruise, but they will sting and Celeste cries out once again.

  “Wh…at wh…at was that for?" She stutters, watching Bella.

  “From now on, you will address me as Mistress Bella. You will not look at me direct into the face. You will keep your head bowed, whenever you are in my presence. Failure to comply will lead to an instant beating.” She pauses as she waits for the poor girl to confirm that she understands. When she does, she barks out her next order “Now, strip!”

  Celeste hesitates for only the briefest of seconds. I hold my breath in anticipation. For one moment, I thought she might defy Bella, but the cane in her hand seems to quash any rebellion. She starts to strip and soon she's naked, stood in front of Bella, with her hands hanging limp at her sides. I squirm, feeling a little discomfort in my seat. The sight of a naked Celeste causes me a growing erection. I've conducted these experiments for many years, on a professional level. That means without sexual arousal. Celeste though, she does something to me that no other subject ever has before. I'm so baffle by the way I'm feeling. It's so foreign and unexpected. I have to get it together!

  Bella attaches a chain to the leather collar that Celeste will wear around her neck while she is here. Celeste is lead out of the sanctity of her room. I stand, turn off the monitor, and head for the Theater.

  When I arrive, my colleagues are already seated and waiting for the show to begin. Dr. Whillett calls me over and gestures for me to sit with him. Pouring a glass of wine, he offers it over to me.

  “So, I have heard a lot about this dancing beauty of yours, Nathan. I am looking forw
ard to the show.”

  “I’m sure she won't disappoint, Harald. I have high hopes for her.”

  “Well, I hope you are correct. I have taken a large bet with Dr. Clarkson. who seems convinced you are about to fall flat on your face. old boy.” He smiles at me, before reaching over and patting the back of my hand. “Don’t worry, I have every confidence in your judgement.”

  I'm about to thank him, when the lights dim and soft music emanates from the stage. A set of lights built into the stage floor illuminate upwards, and we can see the single naked figure of Celeste.

  This time, with no bright light to dazzle her, Celeste can now see that she has an audience. When the realization of that hits her, shock spreads across her face. In an instant she's attempting to cover her intimate areas. One arm presses across her breasts, and her other hand cups her lightly haired mons pubis. She drops down onto her knees, making herself as small as possible.

  Harald looks at me, and raises his eyebrows in consternation.

  I need to act fast or this will end in complete disaster. I consider calling Bella back on the stage to coerce her into dancing, but instead I decide to take a different strategy. Standing, I walk to the stage and kneel beside Celeste.

  “Do you not trust me Celeste?” I speak quietly to her, so we're not overheard. “I promised you that I would change you. That I would make you a better more confident person. In order for me to do that, you must trust me completely. You must follow my instructions, no matter how hard they may seem at first. For now, I want you to dance.”

  “I…I…can’t” she stammers, looking up at me with tears rolling down her cheeks. “Im na…ke...d, in front of all these men. I just can't!”

  “You were naked in front of all these men yesterday, Celeste.” I wait for that point to sink in, before continuing. “These men are all professional doctors. They're used to seeing naked women.” I reach out and take her hand in mine, squeezing it for encouragement.

  “Is that true?” she asks, and I see the first sign of her yielding. I push her a little further as I nod in reply.

  “Dance for me, Celeste. Gorget these people. Just imagine that you are performing a private dance, just for me.”

  She looks up at me like a trusting little puppy dog seeking approval from it's master. Keen to please, she nods. I feel certain that I have her. I stand, and then lean over her still crouching for, and yank her hair that is bunched in one of my strong fists. Her head jerks up and her terrified eyes meet mine. I whisper, “When you're asked to do something, then you will do that something. Is that clear, slut?” Her tears are flowing freely from those baby blues, and my heart feels squeezed. I yank her hair again for her response. “Y-yes, Nathan,” she mutters, standing now. I turn my back on her and sit back down with the rest of the Audience.

  I signal the sound man and the music starts up again. From the center of the stage rises a metal pole. Celeste looks at it with a puzzled look, and then the penny seems to drop. She nods her head as if answering some question to herself. She stretches her neck left, then right. Clenches and unclenches her hands. She looks focused, and oh, so fucking beautiful. No longer covering her body, she glides towards the pole. Her perfectly formed bottom still shows a slight redness from last night's spanking. She stands direct in front of the pole. Her body sways in time with the music. Slow, at first, but building up to a crescendo. Then, she leaps onto the rigid pole, wrapping her legs around it and holding on with her arms. She begins her dance, using the pole as though it were an extension of her body. Effortless and with fluidity, she becomes entwined around it. We are all treated to ten minutes of exquisite dancing, as Celeste moves with the grace and beauty of a natural dancer. Her movements are liquid and controlled. Considering this is the first time she has pole danced, she performs excellently. As the music comes to an end, she slides with grace, down the pole, until she reaches the floor. Then she lays there, coiled around the base of pole. Out of the blue, she pulls back her arms and head, with her back arched. Celeste blatantly shows me her nakedness, as she finishes with a dramatic flourish. It’s as if I'm watching a different person. All her shyness and inhibitions are gone in that brief moment, and she shines like a diamond in the rough. Everyone watches and bursts into a round of applause. There are a few shouts of “bravo” heard above the clapping. The applause dies down, and Bella returns back on the stage. She attaches the chain to Celeste’s collar, and marches her away.

  Everyone comes over to congratulate me. Even Dr. Clarkson, who was so certain I would fail with her. For some reason, I bask in their congratulations. Although the treatment is not yet complete – there is still a way to go – I feel we have made excellent progress. I have a feeling of overwhelming pride. Not at my own achievement in getting her to dance, but from the amazing display she has just given us. I'm proud of Celeste, my subject. I must take control of my feelings. Our relationship is a professional one, I remind myself. But deep inside I fail to convince myself. I'm feeling terribly unsettled by my emotions.

  * * *

  Celeste: A New Companion

  I’m not sure what’s happening to me, but Nathan is right about one thing, I’m changing. Dancing has always been a way I can express my inner self. Whenever I perform on the dance floor, I feel confident and wonderful. Even with the pole dance for Nathan. Once I started, all my inhibitions left me, I didn't even mind my nakedness. Dancing in front of an audience is what I do best, and I wowed them. The applause showed their appreciation of my performance. Me. They liked me. I feel wonderful, and talented, and beautiful. It pleased Nathan too. I glanced at him before leaving the stage. Everyone was shaking his hand. I am his protege and he is my mentor, together we're obviously a good team.

  I'm reflecting and basking in my glory, when the door to the room opens. A man I don't know too well enters. I recognize him as one of the mentors in this place, he was sat with Nathan as I did the pole dance. He's older than my mentor. His build is short, and he's a little overweight. His head is almost completely without hair, and he has a thin sheen of perspiration on his scalp that he keeps mopping up with a handkerchief.

  “Perfect, Celeste,” he enthused as he moved towards me. “You dance like an angel. You have pleased Nathan a great deal.”

  Just the mention of my mentor's name and how pleased he is with me, fills me with pride. I've only been here a few days, but already my life, and very existence, revolves around my mentor. I believe I'd do anything to please him.

  "Is he here? Is he coming to see me?” I ask excitedly, as I look over the guy's shoulder towards the door, hoping that Nathan will enter.

  “No, not tonight Celeste," he says, disappointing me. "You have to understand that he's a busy man.”

  I feel crushed at that statement. I suppose he has other proteges. I'm foolish to think I'm his only one.

  “He has asked me to take you on to the next stage of your training, Celeste," the guy mops his brow and makes me feel quite uncomfortable. "He has something special planned for you. Come, come with me, I'm Dr. Clarkson.” He holds out his hand, encouraging me to stand.

  I pause, slightly unsure as, for some reason, this man makes me feel really uneasy. It's something about the way he looks at me. If I didn't know that he was one of the mentors, I'd say he was a rapist, judging by that evil little burning glint in his flinty eyes.

  “Now then, Celeste, I thought you understood by now. When a mentor instructs you, then you follow those instructions.” His voice is firm and steely. “Maybe I should call for Bella to remind you of the rules?”

  “No, no, Dr Clarkson, that won’t be necessary,” I reply.

  I stand up, not taking his hand. He gives me a stern look, and just for a minute I think he might strike me. The feeling soon passes. He withdraws his hand and heads for the door, as I follow. Fortunately, I have a throw over smock to cover my nakedness as we walk the hallways. We stop at a door, and taking keys out of his pocket he unlocks it, leading me inside.

  Sat alone on a har
d looking chair, is a young man. He's strikingly handsome, with a shock of blond hair that almost covers his eyes. His facial features are strong, with a prominent nose and a square jaw. He smiles as he looks at me, and his whole face lights up.

  “This is Patrick,” Dr. Clarkson introduces him. “I want you two to get to know each other before tonight's show." With that he leaves the room and I hear the key turning as he locks the door behind him.

  I'm left alone with a stranger. My chronic shyness comes flooding back, and I just stand there struggling to speak. When I finally manage something, my voice is shaky and stuttering.

  “I..I..I’m Cel..este,” I stammer out

  “I know who you are, Celeste," he says with a deep gravel to his tone. "I saw you dance earlier, and what a dancer you are. It took my breath away.”

  I feel the stirring of pride deep down. I'm pleased that he appreciated my dancing. Then, the realization that I danced naked hits me, and I feel my face burn red.

  “Sit down, relax,” he gestures with his hand, to a seat next to him. “We’ve an hour or so before we go on stage. We should get to know each other.”