by Stella Hart
Alex laughed as if I’d told the funniest joke he ever heard. “The only rules in this place are the ones I give you to follow.”
He grabbed a knife from the table and gently fingered it, slowly stepping around me. He stripped my clothing until I was entirely naked, using the knife to cut through my shirt and bra. I stared straight ahead, trying to block out the shame of being naked in front of him yet again.
I was afraid of what he was going to do to me, but there was something else happening in my body at the same time, reacting to the idea of this man touching me. The only thing I could think of all of a sudden was his closeness and the warmth of his fingers as he touched my bare flesh. My nipples hardened, and the area between my legs dampened.
What was happening to me?
I was more afraid of this reaction than the pain I was going to receive, because it meant there was something seriously wrong with me. I was sick, twisted, messed up.
Alex stepped back around to my front, a familiar smirk on his face. Even though I was suspended from a beam, he still towered over me. “You’re wet, aren’t you?” he asked, leaning down and sliding his mouth close to my ear.
How did he always know everything about me? He hadn’t even touched me there….
“No, sir,” I whispered. I was lying, and we both knew it.
He softly stroked his hand along the inside of my left thigh, and he pulled back and grinned as I wriggled against him, trying to kick him away. “You are, aren’t you? Don’t lie to me, angel.”
“No….” I repeated the earlier lie, but it was so obvious now. My voice was keening, desperate.
Alex chuckled softly, his fingertips stroking the line where my thighs met my pussy. Then he moved higher, stroking his thumb over my lips and the sensitive bud I’d barely touched myself. I let out a humiliated cry. There was no way I could deny I was soaked and utterly ready for him.
I’d never been so ashamed. If he whipped or beat me tonight, the scars would heal, but I could never escape the sickening memory of this humiliation.
Alex laughed again and stepped away, heading for the table. He put the knife down and got a black leather whip from the rack. It wasn’t huge, but I knew it would still hurt like hell.
“Time to pay the price, Celeste,” he said softly. “Five strokes for refusing your food. Five for being disrespectful. And another five for lying.”
“But I didn’t lie!”
He smiled, trailing the whip over his hands as he regarded me. “Oh, angel. When are you going to admit it? You say I’m the one in denial, but it’s you.”
“No….” I hated that he was right. Again. Why else would I be so turned on?
“Yes.” He stepped behind me. “You will count each stroke. If you stop or say the wrong number, we’ll start again. Got it?”
I whimpered. “Yes, sir.”
He trailed the whip over my ass before taking it higher, over my upper back. Then he pulled away. I thought he would at least ask if I was ready or announce his intent to begin, but he didn’t. I heard the leather whistling through the air a second later, and then I shrieked as the first strike came. Sharp, agonizing, red-hot pain slashed at my shoulders.
“One,” I cried, forcing myself to get the word out. Reflexively, I twisted my body, trying and failing to get away.
For a moment, the room was silent and still. Then the whistling came again and the whip snapped over my back in a different spot. “Two,” I gasped, tears filling my eyes.
Another three slashes of fire crisscrossed my back, in short succession. “Three, four, five,” I cried, barely making the count. The pain was too much, far too much. Surely I couldn’t survive this.
I wanted to close my eyes and disappear into my mind, pretend I wasn’t here, to see if that would lessen the burning, but I couldn’t in case I forgot to count out loud. That would only bring more strokes and more pain.
The sixth stroke came. Salty tears rolled into my mouth. My legs jerked as I howled, but the jolting soon lessened and the agonized cries died in my throat as Alex brought the whip down for a seventh and eighth time. Somehow, the experience was becoming almost gratifying. With the strikes came sharp, stinging, pain, but it actually masked the electrifying nerve pain underneath my skin.
As Alex let the whip fall again and again, my brain and body seemed to reach a point of total surrender, taking the sensations and responding with arousal instead of agony. It still hurt, but at the same time it felt kind of… good.
What was happening to me? What had this man turned me into?
“Fourteen,” I cried. Sweat dripped from my forehead. The pain was suddenly back again, burning more than the fiery pleasure.
The strokes mercifully ceased with the next one as promised. “Fifteen,” I gasped, tears of relief streaming down my cheeks.
Alex stepped around to face me again. “Did you learn your lesson?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed.
“Yes, sir.” I sobbed out the words, not wanting to admit that a tiny part of me actually enjoyed the beating. That was wrong. Sick. I wasn’t like that....
Oh, but you are, a little voice in my head told me. An old, old memory flashed in my mind. My parents bought a bound set of encyclopedias for me when I first learned to read properly, and I used to spend hours poring over them. Mom and Dad were happy at the time, loving how interested I seemed to be in reading and learning, but in reality, my eyes were always scanning the same section in the ‘P’ book. Punishment. I used to read about medieval tortures, floggings in old prisons, even cat-o’-nine tail whippings on pirate ships, and I couldn’t stop myself from going back again and again.
When I was young, I didn’t know why I found it so intriguing. All I knew was that it gave me a funny feeling in my tummy. And now… now I was even less sure what was going on. Surely I didn’t want these things. I mean, I still liked reading about that sort of stuff, and if anyone went through my internet browsing history, they’d probably be shocked at the stories I read and the videos I watched.
But that didn’t mean I wanted it for myself. It was just… interesting. That’s all.
Alex untied my cramping arms from the beam and helped me to the floor. My legs were like jelly and my back ached, but he gently guided me out of the room and into a small bathroom just down the hall without making my pain worse.
After crouching in a cabinet for a moment, he filled up a glass with water and handed me two white capsules. “Painkillers,” he said. “Don’t worry, they don’t interact with the ones you’re already on. It’s safe to have them at the same time. It’ll help with the aching.”
I nodded and swallowed the pills. “Thank you, sir,” I whispered.
He smiled at me. “Can you walk some more?”
I nodded, and he beckoned for me to follow him farther down the hall. My knees trembled, but I was able to make it.
Alex stopped outside a set of white double doors and looked back at me, eyebrows slightly raised. “In here.”
I stepped up to the doors as he opened them, peering into the massive room beyond.
The first thing I noticed was a tufted wingback queen-sized bed with slate gray sheets, countless pillows, and a matching faux mink blanket. To the right of it was an antique armchair, sitting in a corner, and a dove white dresser with an attached mirror stood against the wall on the other side. A chandelier hung from the ceiling.
“You may look around,” Alex said, patting my naked ass to push me forward. It occurred to me that I was no longer embarrassed about being nude in front of him. I guess I’d finally gotten used to it now.
I stared around in wonder, taking in the rest of the enormous room as I slowly padded through it. One wall was lined with a matching white bookcase, stacked with books and magazines, and another featured a large TV cabinet filled with DVDS and an enormous LCD screen hanging above, attached to the wall. In front of that was a dark gray twill sectional sofa with accent cushions and a cream waffle fabric throw rug.
Beyond all that was a sh
ort passage leading to two attached rooms—a large walk in closet filled with clothes and a luxurious bathroom. The bathroom had marble tiles with a huge two-person sized shower and a round freestanding bath. Large fluffy towels hung from the racks. I couldn’t touch or smell them from where I stood, but from the sight alone, I knew they would be warm and smell like a fresh spring meadow.
It was like an entire hotel room within the house—luxurious, with certain little touches that made it feel like a home as well. A home built for me. The paintings and photos on the wall certainly implied that, anyway. They featured depictions of many things I loved looking at. Mountain landscapes, European architecture, and cute little cats. There was even an ‘I Want To Believe’ poster hanging near the TV, something featured on one of my favorite old TV shows, The X Files.
Whoever designed this room knew me inside and out. It was the exact style I’d always dreamed of having but was never able to afford. Some of the decor could be considered generic stuff that most people enjoyed having around, like the landscape paintings, but the poster and cat photos made it clear that the room’s designer had me in mind.
The only thing I didn’t like was the small bowl of pink peonies sitting on a low white coffee table in front of the couch. I hated peonies. No idea why; just couldn’t stand the sight of them.
“What is this place?” I asked, my eyes wide as I returned to Alex.
“This is where you could stay if you gained my trust and behaved properly,” he said. “You’re not at that point yet, obviously. You haven’t learned enough. But one day, you could be here. This could all be yours.”
I gestured around the expansive room. “You really got all this just for me?”
He nodded. “Yes. Go and lie down on the bed. Face down.”
My knees suddenly felt weak again. “But you said you wouldn’t….”
His eyes narrowed. “I’m not going to rape you, Celeste. I want to rub medicated cream on your back to help with the welts.” He crossed the room and opened one of the dresser drawers, pulling out a small white tube. “Lie down.”
This time, I did as he said, trusting that he wouldn’t violate me. Now that I knew his real name and was inside his house, he seemed more human to me. I wasn’t sure why—he was still a monster for keeping me here. But somehow, knowing he was a person with a real name and a real life outside of this made him less terrifying and more of a human being who could make mistakes. Just like me.
I swallowed hard and shook my head, as if that would shake the thoughts out of my brain. I hoped this wasn’t Stockholm syndrome. I hoped I wasn’t becoming sympathetic to Alex in any way.
It’s just a coping mechanism. A survival technique.
I lay on my stomach, my skin tingling with anticipation. Alex’s hands soon found their way to my back, and goosebumps peppered every inch of me as he began to rub the cream onto me in soft, sweeping motions. The cream was cool and soothing, and his hands were like magic, massaging me till my nipples were stiff against the bed.
It felt so good that for a few blissful moments, I forgot I was lying in a living nightmare. I smiled, but that soon faded when I remembered why he was touching me like this.
I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to force myself to remember that Alex was a monster. He liked hurting me. In fact, he hurt me just twenty minutes ago. But it was getting so hard to focus on that now that his perfect, magic fingertips were all over me. My whole body felt like it was melting into the soft mink blanket, and my thighs seemed to be opening of their own accord as I slowly, very slowly, began to rub myself against the bed. I pretended as if I were just moving with the rhythm of Alex’s hands as they massaged me, up and down, but anyone with more than two brain cells would know the truth.
Still, I couldn’t stop. It felt so good, pleasure unfurling deep in my belly with each grinding movement of my slit against the soft mink. I’d touched myself in the past, but never for long, because I felt too guilty. But not now. That guilt was suddenly gone, even though I wasn’t alone, and my instincts no longer told me to run. They told me to stay. Obey.
Everything suddenly tightened inside me, a sweet tension building with each rhythmic stroke. I jerked on the bed, unable to stop my legs from twitching. I was getting close to something. So close.
Alex pulled his hands back and rolled me over. His eyes were dark with lust. “Would you like to have your first orgasm, Celeste?”
I didn’t want to submit. Not to him. But it was like someone else had taken possession of my mind and my mouth. “Yes,” I found myself saying. “Yes, please, sir.”
Somewhere, in a distant part of my mind, I wondered how he knew I’d never climaxed before. Then another heady wave of desire flooded through me, drowning out everything until there was a singular thought left.
Pleasure.
Alex stood and crossed the room, back to the dresser drawers. He pulled out a pair of white lace thong panties and a small black device—I wasn’t sure what it was—and strode back over to me.
“Put these on,” he said, handing the panties to me.
I did as he said. His lips curled into a smile, and he flicked a button on the black thing. The panties instantly began to vibrate, and I gasped as my legs jerked in surprise. “Oh!”
“On your knees,” Alex commanded.
I did as he said, sinking to my knees in front of him.
“I only have this on the lowest setting. Enough to feel good, but not enough to make you come,” he said. “You’re going to take me in your mouth. The better you get at pleasing me, the more I increase the vibrations.”
I flushed. “Yes, sir.”
“If you try to bite me, you don’t even want to know what I’ll do to you,” he said, eyes glinting with the dark threat.
“Yes, sir,” I mumbled again.
He unzipped his black pants and pulled out his cock. I couldn’t help but widen my eyes at the thickness of it, jutting upwards from a dark thatch of hair.
He slid two thick fingers into my mouth, forcing me to open wide. Then he was pushing into me without waiting for me to adjust to his size. Tears smarted at my eyes as I struggled to take in air through my nose, and I reached up to grab the base of his cock, just like I’d seen in all the dirty pictures I surreptitiously glanced at on my laptop at home. I began to move my hand in a rhythm with his movements as he thrust into my mouth, pumping into it mercilessly, forcing me to take him deep until I almost choked and gagged.
“That’s it,” he growled, fingers roughly tangling in my hair.
I tried my best not to squirm and accidentally bite him as he turned up the vibration settings on the panty controller. Each thrust of his cock inside my mouth and throat made the wetness grow between my legs. It wasn’t just because of the panties vibrating all over my clit.
I’d never imagined that feeling so dirty would be so enjoyable. I used to secretly, shamefully enjoy looking at filthy pictures of other women being tied up and made to suck cocks before taking them everywhere else too, but there was always some sort of disconnect between me and them. I liked to look, but I didn’t know why, and I certainly didn’t know I could ever be one of them. Or that I could actually enjoy it.
Alex seemed to groan extra loudly when I flicked my tongue against the sensitive underside of the head of his cock whenever he pulled it out, so I kept doing that every so often.
“You’re a fucking natural, Celeste,” he murmured, yanking on my hair again. It hurt when he pulled it, but I liked it. Something about it sent warm little thrills through my system and made goosebumps break out all over my neck. “Such a perfect little whore. Keep sucking, baby.”
An electrifying thrill shot through me, and I felt myself relax more. He was happy with me. I liked knowing I was pleasing this man, even though the thought shamed me to my core.
He grunted and fucked my mouth harder before letting out a long oh-so-male groan and coming in me, spilling warm, salty fluid down my throat. He didn’t say it, but I knew he wanted me to swallow e
very last drop. So I did. I took it all down, and although the taste was strange and new to me, I felt an elated rush. I did this. Despite the tears on my cheeks and the rawness in my throat, knowing that I’d pleasured someone so powerful, so dangerous, was almost enough to make me come right then and there. As if serving him served me in turn.
Alex smiled down at me warmly, approvingly, fingers gently threading in my hair as he finally slid his cock out of my mouth. “Your turn. Just as promised,” he said, flicking the controller again.
My toes curled as the pressure and tension rose within me, just like it had earlier when I practically humped the blanket like a whore in heat. My muscles throbbed and clenched around nothing as I gasped. I felt so empty, so needy. So slutty.
Alex picked me up off the floor and bent me over the bed, face down and ass up. The panties kept vibrating over my clit as needy moans tumbled from my lips, and I barely even noticed when he yanked them aside at the back and brought a finger to my pussy and asshole. His fingertip slid over my lips, gathering my slick wetness, and then he pressed inside my ass.
I let out a sharp gasp and went stiff for a few seconds, alarm bells ringing in my mind. He wasn’t supposed to be there. No one was. It was dirty, wrong, embarrassing. Okay to fantasize about, but not actually do.
But god, it felt good….
It was just a finger, but I was almost unbearably full. I shivered, hating how the sensation of being so full and stretched made me feel so incredibly hot in such a filthy way. I was scared of what this meant for me, and what I must be. I was a freak, just like that guy told me so many years ago.
Letting out a low moan, I squeezed my eyes shut, and Alex chuckled behind me as he slid the finger in deeper. “I knew you’d like that,” he said, his voice deep and thick with lust. “And you should.”
That was all it took, as if his words granted my body permission. Wave after wave of heat crashed over me, spreading from my core and radiating through every inch of my body. My first orgasm… and it happened with me bent over a bed with a dangerous psychopath finger-fucking my ass. This wasn’t the fairytale that most girls dreamed of, with rose petals and sweet kisses in a hotel room, but I quickly realized I didn’t want it any other way. This mixture of fear and filthiness was perfect. Exactly what I needed for my first climax.