Any other time, logic would have told me that one couldn't possibly hear themselves bleeding against the soft texture of human flesh, at least not so loud. But right then, horror had taken control and spread into the chamber of my mind like cancer.
It was slowly coming down on me through the veil of pain and confusion. He may have kept me in this place for minutes, but it could have been years for all I knew. There were no signs of time passing in the bright cell of white noise, paralyzing pain and fear creeping from the darkest corners of my mind.
I'd never feared light as much as in the instant when reality kicked in. The cold floodlight whipped me straight in the face, but the rest of the place was obscured. What would be worse, staring straight at the source of pain or turning my head to the shadows filled with nightmares? The soft moans of terror coming from beneath my itchy gag resonated in rhythm with the fall of the next drop.
“Our little sleeping beauty finally woke up.” The mocking, rough voice sounded a thousand miles away, but at that point, I was alert enough to make out the huge, looming figure of Seth Anderson. He was standing in the corner of the room and his features were shrouded in darkness. I doubted I could ever mistake his voice, soaked in cruelty and disdain while his heavy palms pinned me down.
He stretched his hand out, and I realized the sound I could hear wasn't my blood. Seth twisted the tap of the sink he was standing next to and the drops of water crashing against the bottom stopped. How long had he been standing there, waiting for me to wake up from the triple effect of discomfort, blinding light and torturous, slow dripping water?
Did it matter, really, when it was probably just foreplay to what the monster was about to do to me?
I looked down to avoid direct contact with the floodlight and nearly fainted again. Not only had he tied my limbs to the armrests and legs of the chair. The creep had also taken off my skirt, blazer and underwear and positioned me in such a way he had a full view of my bare pussy. The only thing protecting me from being on full display was the silk blouse he had left on for an unknown reason. When I tried to move my feet, I realized he had also left my fuck me shoes on.
The horrible possibilities nearly broke my spirit right then. My nipples under the delicate fabric were like in a cold shower. What if this madness affected me on a primal level? I hated him with a passion, but my body and mind were inclined to respond positively to pain, distress and rough domination. Thomas had conditioned me well to be dripping wet when he was cruel to me.
Was this the whole reason for my ‘therapy’? It dawned on me that their plan could have been much bigger than simply my social ruination. They wanted to make me compliant until I accepted I was a submissive.
It all made sense now, and I nearly cried in rage at how foolish I'd been. The sweet, nice guy would use his communication skills to manipulate me into trying kink. Then he would convince me of how submissive I truly was. He'd get me comfortable in my role of ‘pet’ and enhance the experience with the total power exchange scenarios. Shortly after my cruel public humiliation, his evil counterpart would take the stage for my final destruction as a woman and human being. When he was done with me I’d be nothing more than a hollow shell and a mindless slave for their amusement.
That sequence of thoughts was more disturbing than anything either of those sadists could do to me. I replayed in my head all those months when I was laid bare before Thomas's appreciative gaze, revealing my soul and crawling for him. The agony of knowing that my most intense and intimate experiences had been a lie made me wince in mental and physical pain. The careful alternation between tenderness and domination, affection and degradation were part of an even more elaborate scheme.
Seth slowly stepped into the circle of light and stared at me with satisfaction. He was rubbing his chin and looking all over me as though I was a piece of property. The sickness and terror made bile rise in my throat.
Please, please, may my body not betray me right now. I can't let this monster use my body against me.
It would be the ultimate fall if Seth could force me to submit to him. Whatever was left of my grace and dignity would be wiped away. I grabbed the armrests as much as the cuffs allowed and pushed the chair forward in a single violent thrust. He laughed and walked closer to me so I could examine his face.
How could I have missed the look of evil, enhanced by the perpetual dark circles under Seth's eyes? The cold and horror those irises exuded were so clear to see now, but the primal emotions he evoked made me blind to the absence of something else in his gaze. I'd only realize what it was later that evening.
“This is just beautiful,” he uttered with biting sarcasm and moved his hands down to his hips. “I've been waiting for so long to see the great and powerful Lina Riley completely speechless.”
His casual demeanor and slow speech could not help me predict his next action. Seth lurched his hand towards my head and ripped the duct tape off my mouth with a single move. I screamed out at the top of my lungs as a new wave of pain ran through my skin. The corners of my lips burned with the sudden, tearing force.
What would be worse – if he made me cry or cum? For a moment I swore I could feel wetness gathering in my slit. No! How could I feel even a slight thrill of pleasure, knowing who was doing this to me? My old friend, shame, shoved its cruel punch straight at my gut, reinforced and more enhanced than its beta version.
The old guilt of my submission to Thomas was faint next to the mortification I'd experience if Seth pulled me under his sick spell.
“Seth, are you out of your mind?” I could barely recognize myself when I spoke those first words, low and barely there. Pain and terrible thirst scratched the back of my throat and made speaking challenging. “Where am I? What the hell do you want from me?”
He didn’t respond and just kept circling around me, just like Thomas had during our first play session in the dungeon. I sank deeper into the abyss of despair when Seth moved out of my sight. I heard myself screaming, just to cough violently as my voice fell through.
“What do you want? Why… why are you doing this?” Tears were falling down my cheeks and I didn't have the willpower to stop them. His big hands ran over my silk blouse, my last layer of protection. “No, please, don't. Stop it. Don't touch me.”
Seth remained silent, either ignoring me completely or enjoying how I was slowly unraveling. However, his fingers merely brushed the fabric. He never made any attempt to fondle my breasts. I kept shooting questions at him, not giving up. I had to break through the wall of silence. The sound of my own cries and his cruel almost touch made me quiver harder. Seth chuckled and grabbed the garment with two hands, tearing it apart without any effort. He didn't stop and ripped my bra off, too, as if it was a mere piece of paper. The useless lingerie fell to the ground and I was left nearly naked, with shreds of clothes and bleeding dignity.
Seth slapped me cruelly across the face. The previous fire of pain inflamed again and mingled with the new wave. My captor grabbed me by my loose bun and yanked my head back. The insanity in his eyes had blossomed and their whites had nearly turned red. Insomnia, obsession, power hunger, wrath. His fingers squeezed a lock of hair and ripped it from my scalp. The sudden, stinging pain nearly made me black out again. I heard him lean against my ear and whisper with the hissing voice from earlier.
“Don't you dare speak until I say you can, whore.” He moved away and kept studying my face with a cruel smile. “You're not in charge here. The sooner you realize it the better it will be for you.” My hair was still in his firm grasp, making my neck arch painfully. Hadn’t Thomas told me something similar months ago? “Though this isn't the first time this has happened to you, is it? Who would have thought you of all women would want to be dominated and treated like a cheap piece of fuck meat.”
“Seth, I don't understand.” My confusion prevailed in my tortured voice. Tears made me see him blurred, which enhanced the fear he instilled in me. “Why? You never showed you were attracted to me. We didn't even flirt
. W-why?”
He raised his eyebrow at my pleas and burst out in sinister laughter, which boomed across the room. Whatever arousal I might have felt earlier was rapidly disappearing, but that didn't bring me much hope. Seth threw me a glare of disgust, as if I were a cockroach that offended him with its existence. He spat hard in my face a few times. At this point, I should have been used to the perpetual humiliation but it just made me cry more. Tears and phlegm were mixing with the spit in a disgraceful mess.
At least he let go of my hair. The back of my neck hit the cold metal of the backrest. It was a miracle that I managed to stay conscious. The floodlight was still burning my eyeballs.
“What makes you think I’m interested in you, stupid bitch? Fuck, you've really devolved, haven't you?” Seth walked to my front and dug his nails across my thighs, leaving rough marks on them. “In the end, you're just like every other low life, a pathetic, dead weight mass driven by basic instinct and urges. You turned into one of those women who think with their genitalia instead of the brain they’ve been blessed with.”
As painful as his words were, they left me blinking and confused. Had Seth completely lost the plot or was I hallucinating?
“Seth–”
“Shut up, whore. Fuck, you disappointed me so much, Lina.” His voice suddenly became sad and genuinely hurt. “I really thought you were different. I believed you were above lust and you weren't an easy, clingy bitch who could be controlled.”
I didn't want his speech to affect me, but he cracked something deep inside me, a fear I’d thought was deeply buried. Had I really turned into what he claimed I was? The desperate need and ache in my pussy, the change in my behavior whenever Thomas was in charge. I'd been fearing the effect domination had on me and was hiding behind the fact I was the one who allowed him and it was all consensual pleasure.
Maybe I really was a whore.
“When we first met I was mesmerized by you.” Seth kept the same sad, broken voice and covered his eyes, shivering while the words poured out of him. “You were a perfectly cut diamond, razor sharp, impeccable, pure. You couldn't be controlled by the chains of conventional relationships. I thought you moved past those primitive needs. You could have been my intellectual match.” He raised his tear-strained face, slapped me hard again and yelled, “Why the fuck did you turn into everything I hate in a woman?”
Seth grabbed me by the jaw and pinned my neck against the steel chair. He spat in my face again and dug his fingers into my skin until I bled.
“I threw up when I saw those pictures. My ideal mind was reduced to a pathetic pig whore who begs to have her holes used – a slave of her own disgusting cravings.” His earlier pain was entirely replaced by murderous rage. “Listening to you... How you crawled before that little wimp, letting him hold you by the leash as if you were a fucking animal. Why, Lina?” His hand moved down to my throat and he squeezed it so hard I saw stars. “Why did you turn into one of those whores? You were meant to be better!”
“W-what? Listening? Did he...” I tried to blink the tears away and he choked me even harder. This was all an absurd nightmare, an acid trip or an extrapolation of my phobias. Wake up, Lina. Wake up! None of this is happening.
But it was as real as his hand, which left dark bruises on my skin and pushed me further into the sea of madness.
“You should have been more careful with the security of your office. It was ridiculously easy to have it bugged.” He laughed and released my aching neck but not before he spat in my face once again. “I have some of your most disgusting performances with Thomas captured on audio. I should have taught that little piece of shit better domination. He was a laughing stock.”
I was beginning to doubt more and more whether Thomas had anything to do with Seth's insane plans, but that was the least of my concerns right now.
“Please, let me go!” My voice cracked. It was pointless to implore him but I needed to fight to the last minute. “Please...”
That only unleashed the sadist in him more. Seth pinched and twisted my nipples. That was the moment I realized how much more gentle Thomas had been, even when he was hurting me. Seth nearly tore my flesh off as he tugged my nipples. I'd been dead wrong if I’d thought what he’d put me through before was painful in any way.
He moved away from me but it was just a small break. I was alone with an insane person and nobody suspected I was missing. Maybe I should have provoked him enough to kill me. It would be better than having to endure this torture.
“And you really thought I was going to fuck you? That I had any interest in your flesh? You're not even half as smart as I gave you credit for.” With those words, Seth started undoing his belt. Tension filled my body and I made a desperate attempt to push the chair back as if it would help me escape. “You can see for yourself now.”
“W-what?” He was pulling his zipper down. The sight made nausea rise even further in my throat and I cried out in disgust. “Help! Anyone!” Even the thought of seeing him made me sick to my stomach. I looked away from Seth and shut my eyes at the sound of shuffling fabric. The moment of denial was cut short when his palm connected with my face and he forced me to open them. “Take a good look, Lina. Take a very good look.” Seth growled and I reluctantly glanced down. I didn’t have much of a choice. He was back to yanking my hair until my scalp hurt.
“See?”
His cock was hanging limp and soft, unaffected by the sight of my nudity and pain. It was of considerable size but just hung between his legs, useless like a piece of dead meat. He might have found me disgusting but the feeling was mutual.
“Sex holds zero appeal to me, whore.” Seth hurried to put his boxers back on and zip up his pants as I stared at him with fear. What would he do next? “So if you hope you could pull your slutty female tricks on me, you'd better give it up now. Don't worry...” He ran the buckle of his belt against my cheek almost lovingly. “I can satisfy your need to be beaten and degraded. I'll indulge all of those fetishes.”
“Seth, please...”
The man walked back a few steps, grabbed the buckle and his belt swished in the air before it landed on my breasts. Pain shattered the walls of my decorum and I sobbed while the hard end of the belt left a series of red marks on my belly, shoulders and breasts.
“You're the helpless one now, whore.” The wetness in my pussy made me even more desperate than his violent beating. It was nothing like the blissful subspace Thomas helped me to go to. Hatred and fear made me scream but the masochistic instinct took its toll on my clit and hardened red nipples. It just made the shame bite harder.
“You were the one in charge for too long without deserving it. I allowed you to play with me and keep me in the shadows just because I respected you. I hoped some day you'd finally appreciate me. No more.”
“Whose idea was this?” I yelled in pain.
Seth dropped the belt and grabbed a flogger from a surface out of my sight. The stinging smacks left my pussy burning with a sick, twisted desire, which wouldn't go away. The experience was even worse without the trust I’d had in my dominant. The memory of Thomas and his rage episode resurfaced.
Perhaps he would hurt me more but did it matter? I’d been as good as gone the moment he pushed that gun against my belly.
“Seth? Did Thomas come to you first? Or are you behind all of this?”
“What?” His entire body went rigid and the hand that held the flogger froze in mid-air. Seth stared at me with bewilderment but the emotion quickly shifted back to his earlier rage. He squeezed the handle harder and moved his fingers to my wet cunt. There was not even enough time to be shocked. Seth pulled my clit out and smacked such a cruel blow against it my screams must have echoed beyond the walls of the building.
“You fucking stupid whore!” Seth leaned forward and spat in my face again. “Of all the insults I've put up with, this one is the worst. Do you really think I'd ever collaborate with that imbecile you forced me to work with?” He shook his head in disbelief and dug h
is fingers into the back of my neck. “No, Thomas has nothing to do with it, but he made it easy for me by being stupid enough to keep pictures of you on his home computer.”
Pain quickly faded into the background as his words finally sank into my mind. I remembered Thomas's face at the cafe, his anxiety, how innocent he looked when he tried to explain he’d been sabotaged. I’d been so engulfed in my own hurt and betrayal to even listen to him. His words never reached me. All I wanted was to be done with him as soon as possible.
Seth was right. I was stupid and blind.
“Besides...” He laughed with the same old disgust. “He isn't a proper Dom and would never have the strength to put you in your place. You couldn't even pick a Master worth his salt, whore.” Seth chuckled and stared at my eyes, enjoying my slow realization. “He may have thought he was the one holding the power, but in the end, Tommy was just your boy toy. He’d never have risked losing the benevolence of your old cunt.”
The guilt and shame were still there, but that was the point when my anger took over. I was hurting but I'd never let him break me. A rush of rage went through my body and brought me unexpected strength.
Thomas hadn't betrayed me.
“You worthless loser,” I hissed and he grabbed me by the chin again.
“Watch your mouth.”
“How dare you? I gave you a chance when nobody else wanted you. This is how you repay me? I don't give a damn what sick delusions you've had about me. I don’t owe you a thing.”
“Oh, shouldn't we all be grateful to our Saint Lina?” He slapped my face once again and I felt the metallic taste of blood on my tongue. “It was convenient for you to keep me pussy whipped and under your thumb. Unlike Thomas, I have no intention of satisfying myself with the crumbs you throw at me. You'll pay me back for all these years!”
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