Fallen Angel

by Darkscribe

  Christopher made to move forward, then saw the look in the man’s eyes. He felt the hairs go up on the back of his neck, and knew in an instant that it would be a VERY bad thing to attempt.

  “S’ok mate, you can have it. I was going to throw it away soon…” he tried to sound nonchalant.

  The man laughed.

  “Bright boy,” he said, extending his hand, “why don’t you get up out of that pool of water?”

  DL helped him up, brushed him down, and steered him towards the street.

  “Care for a coffee?” DL asked casually.

  Christopher stepped back and looked at him as though looking at a pile of shit.

  “I ain’t no faggot mister, so you can just fuck off if you think you can pick me up!”

  “Relax boy, you are not my type,” DL shook his finger at him, “but you do interest me. I may have a place for you in my… shall we say… organisation, but I guess you wouldn’t be interested?”

  Christopher reappraised the man. The clothes were tailor-made, shoes expensive, and yet he seemed like some kind of educated thug. He had a deep tan, shaved head, and large obviously well toned physique, but spoke like a college professor?

  “What kind of place?”

  “I’m glad you asked” said DL. “Can you drive?”

  Every day is a school day…

  They pulled into the courtyard of some riverside apartments. Following DL through some gates and up a short flight of stairs, Christopher could feel the jitters starting. Having pressed the intercom, DL stood quietly with his hands clasped in front of him, taking a sly glance at Christopher, a smile breaking his lips.

  “Remember what I told you laddie, and you won’t go far wrong.”

  “I shall do my best my Lord,” the boy replied, “I guess it’s about time I understood more…”

  His voice trailed off at the sound of a buzzer indicating they could enter. DL lead to an elevator in the corner of the reception area. He pressed the eighth floor button and turned to face the nervous boy beside him.

  “Remember your manners this with one, Christopher. She may look like a wet dream, but has fangs. Do NOT (he emphasised the word with a look) take what she says lightly. It may all seem strange to you at first, but let your head go with it.”

  The boy nodded slowly.

  Exiting the lift DL turned right along the corridor until he reached the last apartment. He knocked briskly three times, the door opening at once.

  Christopher swallowed at the vision before him. The first thing that sprang to mind was Michelle Pfeiffer in that Batman movie; black skin-tight outfit, wild blue eyes and red lipstick (but this time no cat ears).

  “Lady J, how wonderful to see you again!” DL enthused, “you do, as always, look ravishing!”

  “Why thank you Dark Lord, I am pleased you have chosen me for this very special task.”

  The woman looked at Christopher, and to his alarm actually licked her lips. She turned abruptly and disappeared into her apartment, DL giving Christopher a gentle nudge in the back to follow.

  Lady J had moved to the centre of the main room and knelt facing the one chair in the room. DL settled himself carefully into this, motioning Christopher to stand behind him. With her head bowed, and her tousled blond hair covering her face, lady J spoke quietly.

  “I am at your service my Lord. Give me my task, and it will be done. My mind and body are yours to command, your desires are my desires, and I exist tonight for your use.”

  “You serve me well lady, but tonight is not about me, unfortunately. This boy needs to become a man within our world. Your task is to teach him, find where he really exists, and bring it forth so he may take my place…”

  The woman looked up at them both.

  “So it is true my dark lover, the rumours have said as much for quite a while; you are leaving us?”

  “Not entirely lady, but I have personal things that require my full attention, and I wish to step out of the light for a while.”

  “And he,” she looked at Christopher, “is your choice?”

  “Fate chose him for me lady J, and I believe he has it within him to learn my role. I can teach him all but what he needs to understand about himself, so that is the task I have for you. Are you able?”

  The woman turned slowly and smiled at DL.

  “I am able.”

  DL stood quickly. He turned to Christopher and offered his hand.

  “Be well and safe my boy.”

  He moved to lady J, helped her to her feet.

  “If things had been different…” kissing her lightly on the cheek.

  Then he left without looking back.

  *

  The silence in the room was deafening Christopher, but he dared not speak. Lady J walked around him slowly, appraising him from every angle.

  “On your knees in front of me boy!” she hissed.

  When Christopher looked at her with startled eyes but didn’t move, she slapped him hard across the face, rocking him backwards.

  “On your KNEES!” she growled at him, her eyes blazing.

  He slowly lowered himself down, watching her warily, unsure of what to do, but feeling anger burning his cheeks as much as the slap. She laughed.

  “I can see that look in your eyes boy! You don’t like that, do you? While you are here, you are mine; do anything that displeases me and you will fail… imagine what the Dark One will do to you if THAT happens…”

  She sat in the chair.

  “Now take that ridiculous jacket and shirt off. I want to see what I have to play with!”

  Christopher removed his clothes, throwing them defiantly across the room.

  “If you think…”

  He started, but the impact of her sharp boot heel between his shoulder blades took his breath and knocked him onto his face. Before he could move, she was standing over him, the heel pressed painfully into his neck.

  “I did not say you could speak my little boy-toy! I think you need to understand your place here…”

  She dropped her knee into the small of his back, making him grunt, at the same time dragging his right arm up behind him. He felt the cold metal of the cuff after he had heard the “click” of it closing around his wrist, then his left arm was wrenched back and the second wrist was secured.

  Lady J stood up, panting hard.

  “That’s better, but not quite finished…”

  She walked across the room to a door on the far side and disappeared through, returning with a selection of straps and buckles. She once again knee-dropped onto his back, making him groan loudly into the thick carpet. She wrapped a strap around his throat, and used a buckle to attach another that extended down his back. Pulling his hands up sharply she fixed the cuffs to the end of this second strap. Lady J finished off with two further straps, one around his thighs just above the knees and one at his ankles. She then stood and walked round to Christopher’s head.

  “Is that uncomfortable my pretty boy?” she grinned in a little girl voice, “has the nasty lady hurt you?”

  Christopher turned his head to try to look up at her, but she reached down and pulled at the strap running down his back.

  “On your feet boy!”

  The pressure in his shoulders and arms was unbearable, and Christopher struggled to his knees. Lady J continued to pull him from behind until, with almost a scream, he made it to his feet, swaying unsteadily and breathing hard. She moved around in front of him, and pressed herself against his now sweat soaked chest. Her head bent and she licked at his right nipple, while her hands rubbed against the front of his pants.

  “Hmmmm, I love the taste of fear,” she whispered softly, “let’s see what else you have for me…”

  She slid down his body trailing her tongue across his belly to his waistband.

  Christopher watched her as her fingers expertly undid his pants, she looking up at him with a feral smile. His pants were pulled down until they were stopped by the strap at his knees, his shorts following slowly
.

  “Well, what have we here?” she asked, lifting his penis in her palm.

  Christopher swallowed hard. There was no doubt she was beautiful, DL had been right about that, and it didn’t help that he had always had a thing for slim blondes, but he knew she was also dangerous.

  Lady J gave a little girl laugh and took his cock in her mouth, still looking up at him with big blue eyes. She sucked almost lovingly, using her tongue expertly, as she gently kneaded his balls with her right hand. She kept eye contact as she moaned and pushed herself onto him, his stiffening cock disappearing between bright red lips. Christopher willed himself to stay soft, but it was no use; she was too good at this and he was hard in less than a minute. He closed his eyes with pleasure and a feeling of dread.

  With another chuckle, lady J sat back on her heels.

  “My my, the little boy thinks he’s a man!”

  She slapped disdainfully at his aching hard cock, giggling to herself as it twitched. She wrapped her hand around him as she rose to her feet, her face very close to his.

  “You want to put this in me, little boy? Do you want to fuck my brains out…?”

  She pulled sharply on his cock.

  She kissed him softly on the mouth, and when his cock twitched in her hand, she sucked his lower lip between her teeth and bit down on it.

  “I don’t think so…” she said, stepping back and looking at him in disgust, “I have something here that will change your mind!”

  Christopher could taste blood as she went once again into the other room, this time returning with a long flogger which she swished in the air playfully as she almost danced back across to him. He tensed up, ready for the first blow, but it still sent bright flashes of pain through his head as the flogger lashed across his belly and cock. Lady J did a little pirouette and hit him again, this time across the thighs and around his ass. Christopher stood there with gritted teeth and glared at the woman in front of him. She cooed at him and moved close.

  “Does the poor little baby want the nasty lady to stop?” she breathed, “I can see in your face the things you would like to do!” She put her finger to his lip, and then sucked the trace of blood off slowly.

  “I have only just started my little toy-boy, the night is but young, and I have SUCH a lot to show you…”

  Christopher spat into her face, pleased to watch the spittle drip down across her eyes.

  “Bad move.” She snarled quietly.

  ~~*~~

  CHAPTER 12

  ***

  Nicole logged on to the chat room and went through the usual meet and greet with those already there. It had been nearly a week since she had last been in the room, always finding an excuse to do something else when the urge came on. Her absence was commented upon by a few friends, they once again asking how she and DL were, what they had been up to, the usual casual interrogation. A Dom under the name of “PuppetMeister” hit on her, asking her to “join him” at his side so that they could get to know each other. When she politely declined, he became more insistent, whereupon she suggested he bother to read her profile and then apologise for being so rude. His response was the usual bluster and threats; he would “teach” her some manners and how dare she speak to him in that way! Her friend Jenny was in the room, and came to her defence.

  “PuppetMeister, if I may be so bold as to point out the lady is in fact owned!”

  “By who, and why doesn’t he teach her some respect! He can’t be much of a Master if she is allowed to talk to Me like that!!”

  Nicole could almost feel the sarcasm drip from the screen when Jenny replied.

  “When I next see DL I will be sure to pass on Your comments to Him PuppetMeister.”

  The screen slowly went white as no-one posted a comment, all waiting to see what would happen next.

  The chastened Dom began:

  “Ah, I see, DL… give Him My regards…”

  His name disappeared from the list of those in the room.

  Nicole watched as everyone laughed at his expense, and congratulated Jenny on handling a “Dom” so expertly.

  Nicole typed a message herself:

  “Why do you all react like that whenever DL is mentioned?”

  Once again the screen turned white. It was Jenny who posted a reply.

  “How can you ask that Angel? Surely you know who he is?”

  Nicole shouted at her computer as she typed.

  “I HAVN’T GOT A FUCKING CLUE WHO HE IS!!!!”

  The screen was white again for almost a minute. Then Jenny typed again.

  “Angel, I think we need to talk hun. Your room or mine?”

  *

  Christopher awoke in a world of pain. His arms and shoulders ached, his legs ached, and the skin on his back felt red raw. He had been asleep, suspended from hooks in lady J’s little playroom, the one from which she had fetched her toys when she had first started on him. During the evening, she had alternated between thrashing him and teasing him. When he had failed to get hard for her, she had inserted a finger and massaged his prostate (another first for Christopher), then whipped his scrotum with a riding crop while giggling like a demented four year old. He felt totally used and abused, and yet a burning anger gnawed in his head; he wanted revenge.

  He squinted around the room in the early morning light. Lady J was nowhere to be seen and the room looked less sinister than it had previously. He turned his head to look at the fixings on his shoulders from which he was suspended. To his amazement he realised he could get out of them easily; all he had to do was jump! In the turmoil last night, he hadn’t had time to assess them, he had swung from them trying to avoid blows. Bracing his legs beneath him Christopher jumped up as high as he could. The rings on his shoulders reached the end of the hooks and flipped over, causing him to land heavily on his ass. Getting his breath back, he crawled like a caterpillar across to the cabinet against the far wall, praying it was open. A touch from his forehead made the door bounce on its hinges and open slightly, his nose pushing it all the way. He wriggled into a sitting position and looked at the shelves, and spotting what he was looking for gave him a huge boost of confidence. The handcuffs were loose on the second shelf, but near the back; now how to reach them? Suspended from the back of the door were various whips and floggers, so by taking one in his mouth he could lift it of its peg. Very carefully, he manoeuvred it with his lips until he could get his mouth around the end, then by tilting his head back he steered the other end towards the cuffs. After several failed attempts, he finally managed to insert the end through one of the rings, and start the slow process of dragging the cuffs out. The sweat was stinging his eyes by the time the cuffs hit the floor.

  “If the key on these is different I’m well fucked!” he muttered to himself.

  Turning himself he felt with his hands behind him until his fingers touched the key sticking out from the cuffs. Willing himself to go slowly, he twisted until it came free. Breathing hard now he contorted his right hand back on itself so that the key scraped across the shank of the cuffs binding him. He found the keyhole. The key slipped in on the third attempt. He turned it, and they opened.

  A huge grin crept across his face.

  Better the Devil that you know…

  “Angel, are you serious about not knowing who DL is babe? You’ve been together… what is it… nearly six months now, so how can that be possible?”

  Nicole shrugged, and then typed.

  “I really don’t know Jen, but it’s the honest truth. I have spent a lot of time with him but he has never revealed anything about himself… anything… not the slightest thing! And we recently had a little… situation… and I have not seen or heard from him for a while.”

  Nicole waited for Jenny to comment, but nothing came. She waited nearly two minutes, and was just about to type herself when a message appeared.

  “Take a look at everything that is in the chat room, or when you log in to Der Unterworld. All that you see is DL. He IS Der Unterworld. He owns t
he lot!! He created it, sponsors all the parties and shows, hosts the dinners and competitions… everything! Most of the subsidiaries that advertise on the site; the sex shops, toys, clothing… he owns them too!! It a huge organisation that spans the globe Nics, almost everything to do with the LifeStyle or BDSM has his mark on it somewhere! Jeez… I can’t believe you don’t know who you belong to!! Surely you would have picked up on some of the comments and warnings when you first met? Christ Nic, what have you got yourself into?”

  Nicole became aware her mouth was open, so snapped it shut. Der Unterworld. He is Der Unterworld? ALL of it?

  “Oh my God”

  was all she could manage in reply.

  She said her goodbye’s and logged off. Wandering downstairs, she moved on autopilot into the kitchen and poured a glass of wine. It was actually a half-pint tumbler, but she didn’t notice until it was drained. Sitting at the breakfast bar, she gazed blankly out of the window. She didn’t know how she felt about all this… the man owned the world in which she played, orchestrated most of the things that happen, and yet, out of all the women online, he had chosen her! Why? He could have ANY of them… ALL of them if he wished, so why little old Nicole Cannock from Nowheresville? Her head hurt with all the things swirling around inside, so she poured another glass of wine. Her fingers went to the omnipresent collar. She thought about the key upstairs. If she used it, removed the collar and returned it, then it would be all over. He would move on to someone else and forget all about her. Of course he would. Bastard! If he thinks I’m gonna give up THAT easily, he has another think coming!! She drained the second glass and started to try to formulate a plan that would have him begging for her to stay with him…

  *

  After thirty minutes of struggling, Christopher finally freed himself of all the straps. Standing carefully, he tested out each battered and bruised limb. Confident that nothing was irreparably damaged, he carefully crept around the apartment looking for lady J. Beyond the playroom, he found a tidy and neat apartment, typical of your average working single woman. Everything was in its place, surfaces dusted and polished (a little anal for Christopher), but he found he quite liked it. The clock in the kitchen told him it was 08:45 in the morning, so lady J had probably gone out to work. And left him hanging there, the bitch!! He raided the fridge and helped himself to milk and eggs, drinking the first and frying the latter (with toasted muffins found in a bread store), leaving the kitchen a lot untidier than he had found it! Eating his last muffin, he wandered into her bedroom, deliberately fingering her underwear as he mooched through the room. He rummaged through the wardrobe, tipping stuff out onto the floor, nodding at some of the nicer items, and laughing at those he thought hideous. Satisfied that it would annoy the hell out of her when she’d see the state of the room, he returned to the kitchen and sat at the small table.