Chapter 3
Of Puppies and Dungeons
The sound of Beethoven's Fifth echoes across the nearly empty halls of the local mall as Jayce's phone get's a call. Fumbling through his pockets he eventually locates the source of the vibration and noise. Tapping the screen to see the caller he sighs as it shows work's office line. 'Yo?'
'It's Mia.' Comes the disembodied voice, crackly due to the concrete walls and roof of the shopping center. 'Are you anywhere close to Civic?'
'Yeah, just below the cinema now.'
'Jonno just called me, he's coming here to take me home. I need you to walk me to Dave's; I'm staying there tonight.' Mia's voice cracks, this time from fear. 'But we need to go – like – right now. I just need to grab my stuff, see you in a sec.' She blurts as the telltale click of the handset being hung up ends the call.
At a pace, Jayce makes his way to the escalators, bounding up them towards the cinema. At the top he nearly bowls over Monique, setting up the bollards as the cinema is prepared to shut for the night. 'Gah!' she shouts as Jayce narrowly avoids her. 'Dammit Jayce!'
'Sorry, Mia called, she wants me to walk her home.'
'Don't bullshit me.' Her blunt nature was well known throughout the cinema complex, but the harshness of tone still took Jayce by surprise. 'I know Jonno's being an arse,' Monique's tone turns from somewhat frustrated to downright serious 'just make sure she gets home safe, okay?'
Worded as a question, Jayce knew it was a statement. 'Don't worry, I'm well versed in Anti-Jon warfare. Little does he know my secret plan to-'
'Jayce!' Monique nearly throws down the remaining bollard and signs, checking for customers before turning to stare him dead in the eye. 'I've heard him brag about some of the perverted stuff he thinks of doing...' her eyes wander, lost in thought as her cheeks and neck flush red. Monique grabs Jayce's hand, squeezing it tightly as her voice drops an octave, pushing the point. 'Keep her safe.'
The words are no sooner out of her mouth than Jayce's head begins to throb. His vision blurring as the pain sets in and everything goes dark.
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An orange glow seeps in through Jayce's closed eyes, coaxing them open. He seems to be standing exactly where he was before; at the top of the escalator leading up to the cinema. Except everything was somehow different. Blinking a few times to get his bearings, Jayce nearly falls over in shock when he realises what he'd been sensing as "odd"; everything was built as though it were the twelfth century.
Every wall was made of large stone blocks, recessed light fittings replaced with flaming torches, even the escalator is made of large sliding stone blocks. Looking down the escalator almost gave Jayce a sense of vertigo, as the blocks seemingly disappear miles away into the darkness; no shops below as a reference point. Behind him a large Iron studded oak door creaks open.
'Jayce? Jayce, is that you?' comes the somewhat quakey voice of Monique. Jayce approaches her, noticing her clothes are now all black and somewhat tighter fitting. 'What's going on? Why are we here?'
'Well, "Here" is a bit of a malleable term...' Jayce ran his fingers through his red hair nervously. 'Long story short – and I know it's gonna sound a tad farfetched – The bullet caused brain damage that now lets me psychically communicate with people through touch alone.'
The silence from Monique was palpable. She tried a few times to respond, but her mouth just couldn't make the right sounds.
'Look,' Jayce continues, walking over to the confused manager. 'Time doesn't work the same way here; a fraction of a second will have passed by now, even a day here would barely clock up half a minute. And it's easy to get back to the real world. All we have to do is hold hands and think of going home- Ugh. This really IS starting to sound farfetched...' Jayce facepalms as he stops in front of Monique.
'So we're in My... Your... My imagination?' She mutters, trying to make sense of the whole situation.
Jayce takes a glance around. 'Yours, I'm guessing.' He places a hand on the wooden door, running his fingers along the timbers. 'I'd never "quite" thought of this place as a dungeon, I have to admit.'
'Is it safe?'
'Completely. I've done tests. You can get hurt, but not die; otherwise whatever happens in here doesn't transfer to the real world.' Jayce takes his hand away from the door as he realises he's fondling one of the iron studs. 'Yeah - *ahem* - whomever's mind your in has complete control.'
'Complete control?' Monique's voice had an undertone of mischievousness in that last question.
Jayce cocked an eyebrow as he noticed a smile forming on Monique's face. 'Yyyyeaaaahh... Complete control. Location, objects, whatever you want. Making a convincing fake person is difficult, I haven't quite gotten that good yet, but-'
A flash of purple was the only thing separating Jayce's memory from standing in the medeieval cinema foyer to where he was now. Judging by the size it was probably Storage Room B. Lining the walls where the various tools, brooms, mops and buckets would be were instead a variety of sexual toys, whips, and chains. Shelving units were now crossbeams with leather straps, and standing in the doorway arms akimbo is Monique.
She was dressed now in only a pair of black knee-high leather boots; a black skullcap/bandana thing with cat ears; a black and purple leather corset stopping just under the nipples and a pair of latex fingerless gloves, also black. Grasped firmly in her right hand is a cat'o'ninetales with what appeared to Jayce to be a reasonably large buttplug for a hilt. She was smiling seductively, her eyes piercing into Jayce's soul as she steps forward, the heavy iron door slamming shut behind her.
Jayce tries to move, but realises that he'd been secured naked to the ceiling by his now upstretched arms. He wasn't a moment ago, but it appeared as though Monique was adapting to her newfound power rather quickly. 'Um...' was all he could manage before the first blow from the whip struck his naked ass. Jayce grimaced as the pain turned from a sharp shock to a dull throb. Worse still was the odd sensation growing in his nether region.
'I thought so.' Monique cooed as she circles her prey. The whip was flicked once again across the man's rear before being dragged across his naked frame. The dominatrix observes Jayce's body, his barely toned muscles glinting with sweat in the torchlight. His erection continues to grow as the throbbing red marks begin to appear across his rump. The leather straps holding him up tighten as Jayce struggles to free himself.
'None of that..." there's another crack of leather-on-skin as Monique lines up the first of several lashes across Jayce's pale form; the last of which causes a small bead of scarlet to slowly pool a few inches above his right nipple. Monique's steely façade is briefly interrupted by the sight of one of her own staff members bleeding from her touch; but it is soon replaced by the satisfied and lustful stare of a sadist. Sliding in close to the strung-up Jayce, Monique runs an outstretched finger across the cut before bringing it to her mouth, savouring the taste.
'F-Fuck....' Jayce winces in pain as Monique applies the cat'o'ninetails along his inner thigh repeatedly, leaving another bleeding welt as proof. 'Fucking-fuck fuck...' for each curse she whips him again, the lines now crosshatching all but his arms as crimson trails slowly run down his body. 'What... what the fuck?...'
Monique flings her arms wide, gesturing to the room as she turns on the spot, smiling with her eyes closed until she turns to Jayce. 'What is all this?' she moves back over to the man, taking pleasure in his wincing as she pushes her body onto his. 'If you every wondered why I'm so-'
'Bitchy?' Jayce practically spits the words at his leather-clad boss.
'Hmph.' Monique slaps him across the face, sending Jayce spinning until her rough hands grab his jaw; wrenching him a stop. She uses her grip to pull him into a deep and forceful kiss; her tongue slashes across his mouth before she pulls away, biting his lower lip in the process. 'I was going to say Task-' the whip strikes sharply above Jayce's ass '-Master'. She reaches out to his growing member, tracing the leather whip up his growing shaft before cracking it across his belly.
'I run a tight ship.' The leather was again causing a reaction in Jayce's cock, betraying his lust towards the barely clothed woman as it was traced across his midsection and up his chest. 'All I ask is that people follow my orders. Is it any wonder I "Fantasise" about this place?'
'Which is why I-' Monique again circles Jayce, tracing the whip across his bloodied skin, moaning as the blood is smeared across his torso '-why I've always liked you. You always did what I asked, always made sure the others did too.' The leather whip begins to morph in her hand as she turns it over and over, Monique grinning as the straps twist and turn. Jayce gasps as the harsh leather he expects to flail his ass is replaced instead with fur. Glancing back at the torture implement, the man is shocked to discover the whip has now become what looks to be a grey dog's tail, still attached to the strange handle as before. 'My loyal little puppy dog.'
The bound man struggles to see where Monique had moved to, his movements halted by the sound of her spitting. 'Mmm, puppy dog...' Jayce's body stiffens as the buttplug-shaped handle is rammed into his anus; his hole virtually torn apart from the woefully inadequate lubrication. His scream of pain echoes across the room and down the stone hallways. 'Shhhhhhh... shush shush shush'
