Savage Mind - Thought Police Bundle #1: (Sci Fi Rough BDSM)

by Claudia Balvenie

Problem was, they weren't searching for the other side of the coin. They were never searching for the individuals who wanted to be dominated. They did not determine who might prefer to be tied up or wanted their sex rougher.

  Rori, too, was an outlier.

  Unlike the accused before her, she would be able to hide her own flags, even if they were searched for. She had the freedom, being born with the psychic powers, to indulge in her own darkest fantasies, and to even get paid for it!

  Twinges of guilt popped up from time to time. However, as this was her first solo evaluation, she promised herself that she would be lenient. What she had seen from this man's mind already was plenty to put him in jail. He'd already pushed her into rough oral sex, anal sex, and sex with some sort of robotic engine. She'd loved every second of it, how could she lock him up?

  She wasn't even sure there was a law against the engine. She'd never seen such an odd device. Yet her insides still throbbed from where it had ceaselessly pounded her. Unlike a man, it felt no need to stop, only to smash deep inside her, over and over again. Of course, the accused's doctor persona couldn't help taking advantage while his machine kept up it's violation.

  Somehow, that thrilled her even more.

  And through all of this she was safe, deep inside the recesses of his mind. She could leave at any moment, it would only take a thought. That was the first thing she was taught in training, how to return to her mind no matter what stimulus was upon her. Yet she had no intention of doing so.

  Though she could feel every painful thing he did to her, so too could she feel the pleasure that he brought. In some ways it was even more intense then reality, though she'd known no man in he real world. In no way could she enjoy such abandon in her real life.

  So she stayed deep inside the most private recesses of his mind and allowed him to break the strict laws. She promised herself that she would only arrest him if he moved into darker territory. She consoled herself with the fact that she would allow this man to enjoy his fantasies, as long as he never forced himself on another nor tried to harm someone in truth.

  Perhaps it was hollow. She was taking as much advantage of him as he was her.

  The orgasms that tore through her whenever he touched silenced her conscience.

  CHAPTER 2

  She was awoken from a deep sleep by the spray of Hazmat's pressure washer.

  Hazmat was one of the guises the accused took when he dealt with her. She wondered if he truly had multiple personalities or if it were merely part of the fantasy. Still, that did not solve the immediate problem of the pressure washer.

  It was intensely hot and the pressure was so great she was straining against her chains. He made a point to spray into her sore nether regions. Up and down her body he sprayed as if she were his new car. Furthering this allusion, he pulled out the soapy brush and scrubbed her down with it as well. He was just as careful, rubbing the soap into every nook and cranny. Then, once more, he used the pressure washer to blast all the soap from her body.

  He did manage to take a bit more time between her legs than anywhere else. He used his gloved hands to pull her apart. With a thought, she made certain that she'd tightened right back up. Being aware it was a dream had it's advantages!

  His finger slowly pushed into her tight hole and wiggled around a bit. He made a low sound in his throat. “Damn. You really heal up fast, don't you?” He pulled out and ran his fingers down to her clit, running a few small circles there. A moan escaped her lips.

  He did not seem interested in pursuing any further. He simply smacked her on the rear and went back to cleaning her.

  Finally when she was showroom clean, he unchained her. She slowly rose to her feet, taking stock of any injuries she might have had. He tossed a towel at her. Surprising him, she caught it. Once more, she used her control of the dream to heal her body faster than he expected. Good. She wanted him unnerved.

  “Take off those wet clothes, dry off, and put these on.” He pulled a pair of jeans and a plain white T-shirt from his cart. He set them on top of her towel. “Weird though,” he continued gesturing to the clothing she held. “Boss doesn't usually like his women in anything other than business dresses or cocktail dresses. Not sure why he wants you like this.”

  She furrowed her brow, but simply nodded. Instead of staying to leer at her, as he had on all the previous occasions, he turned and pushed his cart out. He even left the light on this time.

  She wondered at that. Here he was, one personality disagreeing with another? She was unsure what that would mean for her.

  The center of the room was soaking wet now, and the water was escaping down the drain. She walked to the driest corner she could find and stripped down. She toweled herself off and tossed the wet clothes away from her near the drain.

  She slipped into the skinny jeans and plan white T-shirt. No underwear was left, of course. She had to assume that was deliberate. Cute, of course he was playing out a different fantasy, now.

  It was a difficult decision. Did she continue to force her body to heal quickly, as she could in the dream? Or would that break his immersion? If he was broken, how would she discover if he were truly worthy of being punished?

  Was it already too late?

  CHAPTER 3

  Hazmat finally came to fetch her. He took her to yet another area that she'd not been in before. The man seemed to have infinite rooms within the confines of his mind. He gestured for her to enter the cinder block room, which was darkened, first. She did not protest, simply used the light from the hallway to walk to a table.

  “Boss'll be around in a bit. He wanted you to see this first.” Hazmat flipped the light behind him then shut and locked the door.

  She was too stunned to speak as her eyes tried to take in the entire room. Every wall was plastered, floor to ceiling with pictures and notes. She walked to the first that caught her eye. It was devoted to one woman. She found a few candid shots from far away, the type a private eye would take. A form was next to it, full of her stats. Her name, her address, her job, everything was noted here. Below all of this were pictures of this same woman as she went through the same ordeal that Rori had. She began chained to the same slab. She too was shocked, she too was pressure washed. In each picture her face was scrunched up in pain, and red from sobbing.

  And it was not only this girl. Each section of the wall was divided into almost the same sets of pictures. Hell, each of them had a set of charts documenting their reactions to each of the “procedures”

  She looked through each one, trying to discover the exact pattern. She'd been through all of the procedures listed, though she saw no information like this. How and when was he logging all of this information?

  Her heart was throbbing in her chest. Had he just admitted that not only was this a true fantasy, but one he'd lived out multiple times? Was this world in his mind true? She had to find out, and quickly. She scanned all the faces, searching for any who looked like missing girls. If there were girls taken, she had to save them. She couldn't leave now.

  The door opened and the one they called the boss walked into the room. His arms were behind his back, so she determined she would keep her distance. She had to use her own outlier status to play into his fantasy, else she'd never get the information she needed. She turned to face him, her arms crossed.

  “Your life's work, I take it?” she gestured to the wall.

  “Yes,” he took a step closer to her and smiled. “What do you think?”

  She led by his example, playing into his pride. “It's beautiful and tragic. I love how orderly it all is. However...”

  A doubt crossed his face. “However..?”

  She frowned and then continued, gesturing to one of his pages of statistics. “However, I'm not certain that the conclusions are that hard to ascertain. Did you think if you put the average person in these type of scenarios that she would not collapse in the same manner? Of course she'll break given what you put her through.”

  He laughed then and p
ulled his hands from behind his back. They were holding a file. He tossed it onto the table. “Why? You didn't.”

  She reached towards the file, though she did give him a questioning look. He nodded once. She then took the file and began to thumb through it. Terror was shooting down her back. He knew her, he knew everything about her. How? Was he too a psychic? And if so, how did he hide it?

  The same pictures were there. He'd been watching her in the same way he'd watched all these others. All of the same information that they'd had was in her file, but the charts were very different. As she bent over the table to search the information, he stood behind her, one arm to each side, and pointed at the data.

  “There. Do you see your reactions during this testing? Or..” he thumbed through a few more pages, “here, you barely reacted when you were being shocked.”

  He turned her around then to face him, and she was pinned between his body and the table. His face was so close to her that they could kiss. She did not break his gaze. “Even when you were given to the engine, you did not cry. Not even when my scientist, against his orders, took it further.”

  He slowly reached up and ran the back of his hand down her cheek. When he spoke, it was barely a whisper. “So what is wrong with you?”

  She offered him a small smile and then pushed her rear end onto the table as the means of getting a little further from him. He took it as an invitation. He stepped closer, putting both his legs in between her own.

  “You are a damnable outlier. You are ruining all of my data. I should toss out everything I've learned from you and burn this whole folder.” With one hand he shoved all of the papers onto the floor, and leaned over her further. He bared his teeth.

  “I should kill you now, and save myself all of this trouble.” Fear of him raced down her spine, and thrilled her just the same. She knew she was safe, he could do nothing to harm her. Still, the thrill of him holding her life in his hands was intoxicating. She knew she had to push further.

  She reached out then and touched his cheek. A knowing smirk touched her lips.

  “Then why haven't you?” She asked, just as softly.

  That set him off. He jerked her T-shirt off of her body in one quick motion, baring her breasts, he grabbed one into his mouth, his teeth grazing against her nipple, while the other mounded her other breast. A low growl escaped his throat.

  Equally as savagely, he jerked her pants open. The button flew off, and he yanked them down. He undid his own pants just as quickly, and before she could even see his manhood, he'd buried it all the way inside of her. He was thick and long, and the sudden force of feeling him inside her caused her to shriek.

  That he liked. He held her rear against the table and kept towering over her. He began to pound into her, forcefully, as if he could not get enough. She felt him shudder once, but he did not stop, he simply kept pounding into her.

  “You are like me,” he began, through gritted teeth. “All of this excites you.” He took her legs then and put them up on his shoulders, still bent over her, still going with all of the force that she believed he had, and more.

  “Yeah, look how wet you are. You want to be scared, don't you? But it has to be real for you, or it doesn't work.”

  He pulled out then, and spun her around so that her bare chest was against the table. Her hardened nipples pressed into the cold metal. He stabbed his dick back inside her, deeper than before. She did flinch then, not expecting it to hit so deep. He laughed throatily. “That's right. See, I like it when you really are scared.” He reached forward and grabbed a thick wad of her hair, pulling it and her neck back. She made her own low moan, and her body began to spasm.

  He had not expected her cries of pleasure. He could not contain himself, and he too shuddered and released deep inside of her. His final thrusts, over and over, each sent his seed deep inside of her womb. He grabbed either side of the table to steady himself before finally pulling out of her.

  She spent several moments basking in it before collecting herself and sitting up. As she sat on the table, nude, he was already back to his impeccable look, every hair perfectly in place. His clothing was already back on, no hint that his cock had just been out and deep inside of he.

  He cupped her cheek in one of his large hands and turned her to look into his eyes. “You are a very interesting woman, you know. If I'd met you before...” he trailed off as if going back into his old identity.

  “Get dressed.” He ordered. “I want to show you my newest project.”

  CHAPTER 4

  He took her into the first room she'd been in. He'd turned the lights onto dim, and gestured to one wall. As she had suspected whens she was first brought in, there was actual one way glass in it. He took her by the shoulders and guided her over it. Once she was in front, he stood directly behind her, his arm around her waist from behind almost like in ownership.

  His other hand was fishing around in his pocket. He finally pulled out a small remote and handed it to her. It had only a knob that she could turn and a second button, she assumed was the power. He hit that button and suddenly the one way mirror opened and she could see into the next room.

  There was another woman in there, strapped to a slab the same way that she had been. This woman, however, had wires wrapped around her body, and connectors pinching her skin in many of her most sensitive areas. She was sobbing.

  He put her hand on the knob and together they slowly turned it. The woman shrieked in pain at only the smallest turn of the knob. He let go then and left it in her hands.

  He whispered into her ear. “I like to take women in pairs. Gives me so many more options.” He bit her earlobe. “Go ahead. Play with her.”

  Rori reminded herself the woman wasn't real. She was only a construct of his imagination. Perhaps once she had been or perhaps she was merely a woman he'd seen at the grocery store or his job. She couldn't hurt the woman, but she needed so desperately for her accused to trust her.

  She'd never desired control before, despite the fact her whole job required it. She would let him go further. The device was in her hands, so she used it.

  She turned the knob a bit more, and the woman's screams intensified. He began to nibble down her neck as she did so. She pushed it harder, and the woman screamed louder. She pushed it so far that the woman began trembled and her hair stood on end.

  He had grown hard again and was pushing against her bare bottom. He whispered into her ear. “You can even kill her with that, if you like.”

  She shook her head and slowed down the electricity until it was finally off. She shook her head and handed it back to him.

  “No, I..” she started.

  He furiously turned her around to face him. Fury had taken over his face. “Don't tell me I am wrong about you.”

  She blinked, trying to think of a way out. Her mind raced, until finally she found it. “I would just rather use a knife.”

  He was stunned for a moment, then all anger faded away and a grin spread all the way across his face.

  “Whatever you desire.”

  CHAPTER 5

  He brought her a long bowie knife and held it out for her to view. It looked to have been the same one Hazmat had used on her earlier. It was no matter. She nodded. He then took her by the hand, and the knife in the other. They pushed open the door to the other room.

  The poor girl was scared out of her wits. She blubbered incoherently as they both moved to her side.

  She stood in front of the other girl and looked down upon her. The girl was screaming that they should stop hurting her until she saw the knife. She begged. She swore she'd do anything they wanted.

  Rori held out her hand and he lay the knife in it. Once again he stood behind her, rubbing himself against her bare bottom. She held the knife in front of her, hesitant, though committed.

  He took this for uncertainty. “The quickest place to end it is here,” he offered, and pointed to a point at her throat. For good measure he kissed her neck in the same place. When still s
he didn't move, he continued. “But this is your first, so you need to explore.”

  She nodded slightly. She reached out then and touched the blade to the girl's cheek. Very slowly she pulled it down, parting the skin and leaving the barest of red lines. Behind her, he stopped breathing. She leaned forward, the girl's eyes wide with terror, and used her tongue to lap up the trail of blood very slowly from where it had to begun to pool at the base of her neck all the way to where she'd first began.

  She heard him swallow. She felt the fumble that had become familiar now as he began to undo himself behind her. His hands left her body as he took out his cock and began to stroke it behind her. She moved the knife as if to do the same thing to the woman's other cheek and already she heard his moans as he watched.