by Long, A. L.
Dylan was ready to whisper to Rade that she need the ladies room to freshen up when she heard the dinging of a bell. Rade pulled her to his side and said, “Here we go.”
The man who rang the bell began to speak, “The festivities are about to begin. The exhibition will begin in five minutes. For those that wish to bypass the performance, your reserved rooms are available. The women will be escorted to the rooms first and will wait for their masters.”
Rade lowered his mouth to Dylan’s ear. “I think it would be best if we didn’t watch the performance. It can get rather intense. With this being your first time, I don’t want to overwhelm you.”
Dylan looked up at Rade and softly whispered, “I trust you know best.”
Forgoing the exhibition performance, Dylan was led to their waiting room. She wasn’t sure where it would be, so she just followed the person, who was also wearing a cape. The person leading her was silent and only gestured with their hand which way to go. They had passed through different hallways that contained many rooms Dylan assumed were the private rooms. Coming to the end of the hall, her guide opened a door leading to a flight of stairs. It appeared she was being led to the basement. Dylan could feel the difference in the temperature as they walked down the steps. She wasn’t quite sure she was being led to the correct room.
“Are you sure…” Dylan wasn’t able to finish her sentence before the person in front of her turned slightly, only to hold a finger up to their lips signaling for Dylan to be silent.
Dylan knew now that the person leading her was a woman, but only because she saw the bright red fingernail polish as she lifted her finger to her lips.
The woman finally stopped in front of a wooden door. She opened the door and signaled for Dylan to enter. Dylan couldn’t believe what she saw. There was a table to the right of the room that held an assortment of different sex objects. Half of them she hadn’t seen before and wondered how they were used. Scanning the room, Dylan saw a padded bench in the middle of the room. It reminded her of a sawhorse table except it was padded with a kneeling bench. On the other side of the room was a cross. There were padded cuffs on each corner. With everything in the room, Dylan was beginning to get nervous. Everything in the room looked more intense compared to what Rade had shown her. Just as she was ready to turn and leave, she noticed that the woman who led her into the room had a black scarf in her hand. The woman kept her head low, making sure Dylan was unable to see her face. “Was that part of the club requirements?” Dylan thought to herself. The woman took Dylan by the shoulders and turned her to face the wall opposite the door. Lowering Dylan’s hood, she placed the black scarf over Dylan’s eyes, making sure she was unable to see anything. She then guided Dylan to the middle of the room. Once she was in place, the woman whispered, “Stay.” That was the only word she said before she left the room.
It seemed like Dylan stood in that position a long time, but she knew only a few minutes had gone by. Dylan was thankful when the door opened. She knew it had to be Rade. The door shut and she could hear the clicking of the lock. She could hear footsteps nearing her. Her heart began to beat faster with anticipation. Dylan could feel that he was behind her. He placed his hands on her arms and slowly moved them to her shoulders. His hands went to the tie of her cape around her neck. Dylan could feel the silk strings being loosened and the weight of the cape on her shoulders being removed. As she stood, she felt something cold being put around her right ankle and then her left. She took in a deep breath as she felt the same being done to her wrists. Dylan knew she was now completely defenseless. Whatever Rade had in store for her, she was at his mercy. As she stood there completely bound, she felt wet kisses being placed along her shoulders and her neck. Something was off. The kisses felt different. She wasn’t sure if it was because of her nerves or the uncertainty of what was going to happen. But something was definitely wrong. When something cold was placed around her neck, she knew the touch placed on her skin wasn’t Rade’s. Dylan was getting ready to speak when the unzipping of her corset began making her panic. The corset was removed so forcefully that she could hear the rip of the material as the teeth of the zipper cut into her skin.
“Rade,” was the only word she got out before a sharp pain radiated down her back. She knew the power behind the lash would leave a mark. She knew Rade would never hit her with such force.
The body behind her moved closer and a hand grasped her breast. “Rade is preoccupied with someone else. He wanted me to take care of you.”
Dylan couldn’t believe what she was hearing. The only word she could think to yell, “Truth… Truth… Truth.”
She heard a low laugh behind her. “If that’s your safe word, it doesn’t work in this room. You can yell it all you want. No one will ever hear you.”
Dylan struggled against her restraints, but it was no use, they were too tight. Just as she was ready to plead with her abuser, another lash landed on her back. This one was harder than the last. There were so many, she lost count. Each harder than the last. The pain was unbearable. With her body battered, she was unable to stand any longer. Her legs gave out and she began crumbling to the floor.
“Oh, no you don’t,” the voice said. She could feel her body being lifted, but only to be draped over the sawhorse-like structure sitting in the middle of the room. There was a screeching sound as the kneeling pad was moved out of the way. Dylan felt her restraints being readjusted. She wished she had the strength to escape, but her body could no longer move. Her legs were spread at least three feet apart and her arms were spread to the point she thought her shoulders were going to pop out of their sockets. The metal band around her neck was now secured by a chain from above and pulled tight so she was unable to move her head without causing pressure to her throat. She could feel the tugging of her restraints as she heard his disgusting snicker. “Now it’s time to have some real fun.”
There was no pity from him as tears began falling from her eyes. She couldn’t stand his hands on her. The bile in her throat was close to emerging. Her only hope was he would soon be done with her. Then, with no warning, she felt his hand smack her ass. Feeling a sharp tug, she knew he ripped her thong off. Kneading her cheeks, his hand came down again with a hard smack. He gave her no reprieve, each smack came down more violently than the one before. After a while she knew it was no longer his hand he was using. The object was much harder. The lashings finally stopped, but only to be replaced with her assailant’s fingers rubbing between her slick folds. Dylan was anesthetized to what was taking place. She couldn’t feel anything anymore.
He began circling her perineum with her juices as he declared his intentions. “My little submissive is wet for me. When I get done fucking you, your sweet little ass is going to get some attention.”
He thrust two fingers into her opening, causing Dylan to scream. She hated that her body was beginning to react to his touch. Just when she was close to climaxing, he thrust another finger into her. Dylan began begging for mercy. “Stop, please. Oh God, please stop.”
The pain was overwhelming, but when he rubbed his thumb over her clit, Dylan couldn’t hold back any longer. Her release exploded in a painful wave. He could feel her muscles tighten around his fingers. “I can’t wait to fuck that tight pussy.” He removed his fingers from her, placing them under his nose so he could take in her scent. Dylan could hear his movements. He took a strong grip of her hair and pulled her head up. Forcefully, he opened her mouth so he could place his moistened finger inside. “Tell me slave, do you taste as good as you smell?” Dylan could taste the remnants of her orgasm as he forced first one, then two fingers into her mouth. Disgusted, she bit down on his fingers, causing the skin to break. “You fucking cunt.” With one hand still holding her head, he took his bloodied hand and slapped her across the face, causing her head to turn sideways. The last thing Dylan heard was the click of the lock and the door opening before she blacked out.
*****
When Rade entered the private room he re
served for their evening of blissful pleasure, he saw Dylan standing before him. She was facing away from him with her cape draped over her body. Rade turned to close the door, making sure the door was securely locked. He slowly walked to where she was standing, anticipating his night with her. Reaching around, he slowly undid the string holding her cape together. Once the sting was untied, he lowered the hood to find her soft red curls beneath. He slowly lowered the cape from her shoulders, exposing her body inch by inch. As the cape dropped to the floor, he could see the body before him wasn’t Dylan’s. He gripped the woman by the shoulders and spun her body around, only to find the face of the woman he hated most. “Chloe, what the hell is going on? Where is Dylan?”
Chloe looked up at Rade with a bashful look. “I’m here to service your every need.” Chloe reached around her back and unclasped her red lacy bra she had picked especially for the evening. Her silicone breasts were presented in front of Rade. She knew once he saw her, he wouldn’t be able to resist her. Chloe fell to her knees and lowered her head.
Rade grabbed the discarded cape and threw it to her. “I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but you mean nothing to me. Tell me where the hell Dylan is.”
Chloe pulled the cape from her lap and stood on her feet. “She is never going to be able to give you what I can.”
Pressing her red painted claws to his chest, she brought her lips closer to his. Rade turned his head slightly and whispered in her ear. “You disgust me.”
Taking her hands from his chest, he held her tightly by the wrist. “Now tell me where the fuck Dylan is.”
Chloe tried pulling her hands from his hold. She was determined to have him. No one else belonged to him but her. Once he realized that, they would be together again. Releasing her, Rade turned to leave. Just as he got to the door, there was a loud knock. Rade opened it to see one of Dane’s men on the other side.
“Mr. Matheson, it's Dylan.” Rade exited the room quickly as he heard the uneasiness in the man’s voice.
*****
Dylan felt the warmth of a hand releasing her from her restraints. She wasn’t sure how long she was passed out, but when she came to, a young woman with a comforting face stood before her. Helping her to her feet, the woman grabbed the velvet cape from the floor. Dylan could hear some shuffling behind her. Still dazed, she felt a strong muscular arm wrap around her back and legs. When she looked up, she gasped as the friction of the cape rubbed against her back. “It’s okay, Dylan, you’re safe now.” Dylan recognized the voice. It was Dane who was holding her in his arms.
It seemed like a long walk from the basement before Dylan was finally brought to one of the private rooms. Dane carefully lowered her down onto the bed. He looked down only to see her fragile body. “Is there anything I can do for you?”
Dylan tried to speak, but her voice was hoarse. Clearing her throat, she finally got the words out. “I need a phone.” Dane reached into his suit pocket and pulled out his phone and handed it to her. With shaky hands, she reached for the phone, noticing the dark red marks around her wrists. She dialed the number she needed and waited for the only friend she had to answer.
It was hard for Dylan to speak, but once she was able to let Lilly know she needed her to come get her, she handed the phone back to Dane to give her friend the address. Dane ended the call and placed his phone back in his suit jacket. Dylan laid back on the bed, bringing her legs up in a fetal position. She could hear soft voices talking as she slipped in and out of consciousness. One of the female employees gently nudged her awake. Dylan’s eyes opened.
“Do you think you can put these on?” the soft voice asked. Dylan nodded as she tried to sit up. Pushing herself to the side of the bed, she slowly stood with the help of the female. “My name is Tessa. Let me help you.” Dylan nodded as she put on the loose fitting yoga pants and t-shirt.
“Thank you,” Dylan said as she tried to speak.
The young girl gave her a small smile. “I hope these will work for you. I think we are about the same size.”
Dylan wasn’t sure how much time passed, but her feelings went from hurt to anger. “How could Rade let this happen? How could he ever let that kind of pain be inflicted on me?” All she knew was she wanted to get far away from this place. Settling back down on the bed, her tears began falling. Not because of the pain plaguing her backside, but because she felt betrayed. She was going to let Rade know that she was in love with him. She was done hiding her feelings. Now she felt nothing. She was broken.
A light knock on the door took her from her thoughts. Tessa was still in the room, so she walked to the door and opened it. Dylan could hear muffled voices, but couldn’t make out what was being said.
Tessa closed the door and walked over to Dylan. “It was Master Dane; he said Rade is waiting to see you.”
Dylan looked up at her in panic. “No, I never want to see him again.”
Tessa tried to calm Dylan. She lowered herself beside Dylan and began comforting her as best she could. When she saw that Dylan had calmed down, she rose and went back to the door. Dylan could hear Rade’s voice on the other side of the door. He sounded angry.
Soon Dylan was notified that Lilly had arrived. Tessa took her by the hand and led her out of the room. Dylan stopped abruptly and looked at Tessa. “Where is Rade? I don’t want to see him.”
Tessa squeezed her hand, “Master Dane took him to his office to settle him down. He was pretty angry when he couldn’t see you. If it matters, he looked really worried. There was such pain in his eyes.”
Dylan began walking again. She was thankful when she made it to the front door without running into Rade. Tessa gave Dylan a quick, gentle hug before she opened the front door. “You take care of yourself.”
Dylan walked out the door and down the steps. Lilly was pacing in front of the Black Mercedes. Peter got out of the car when he saw Lilly had stopped pacing. Lilly ran to Dylan and took her in for a hug. As Lilly pulled her closer, Dylan began moaning. “Oh God, Dylan, what happened to you?” Lilly cried.
Dylan’s tears began falling again, harder than before. As they were walking to the car, Dylan heard her name.
“Dylan, wait, please.” Rade was just running out the door when she turned to face him. She knew she needed to face him. Holding out her hand in front of her, she knew she needed to end this. “Stop, I don’t want you near me. How could you?” Tears were freely falling from her face as she spoke her last words. “I don’t want to ever see you again. Next to never would be too soon.” With nothing more to say, Dylan got into the car.
Rade fell to his knees screaming. “I didn’t know, Dylan! Please, I didn’t know!”
….To be continued
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