"-- You need to go now, silly girl, don't you?"
"-- Mmph!"
He laughed with such a beautiful smile, she was going to give anything to see that smile again... but oh damned, she really wanted to pee now. She reminded her, and now she couldn't pull that thought out of her head. Her bladder suddenly became the most important part of her body, swelling and forcing to squeeze her legs, tight.
"-- Ok, I'm sorry for not giving you a proper warm-up before our little kick-off, hope it helped you to get into subspace... in a bit different way. More like a shock therapy. Now let's do a proper, vanilla workout, I think you'll enjoy it."
She stood silent, he put a pair of padded handcuffs on her hands, grabbed her hair and pulled her, hands down, bended awkwardly, towards the less lighted corner of the room.
A heavy slap on her back dropped Heather down on all fours, and she was left alone for a moment... after which she felt something cold and rounded touching her ass. She jerked away from it and got another kick which dropped her on the floor, than a series of small kicks and pushes and tickles which kept her squirrelling down there, squeaking into the gag, until she raised her cuffed arms in a plea to stop it.
"-- Please be a good girl, Heather. I need you to cooperate. Now sit on the toy."
She looked at a large black butt plug, patiently waiting for her on the floor. Caught her breath and started to stuck herself on the cone-shaped top of it. He came closer and pat her head, then lovingly caressed her breasts, she quietly "oomphed" something, when suddenly he pressed on her shoulders, and she felt the toy inside, together with an incredibly painful spasm which was only getting worse.
"-- Uauooomph!!! Oaaamph!! Ahoumph..."
She cried. He wiped away her tears. Than grabbed her hair once again, yanking her from the floor, and pulled her into another corner of the room.
There, he straightened her up, raised her hands and she felt like handcuffs got hooked on to something, and that this something started to pull up and up, straining little muscles of her shoulders, forcing her to stand on her toes, and exposing her -- hopeless, vulnerable, naked and dirty, with her ass raped and still hurting tremendously, though the first shock wave of pain already passed.
"-- I know that's important to actually feel helpless, nothing like that to cross the point of no return."
He was softly moving around her, playfully massaging her whole body with a leather flogger, which doesn't feel bad at all.
"-- Pretty little breasts... Toned body... You are looking great, my dear Heather."
She heard his voice, but before her brain consumed that simple last statement, a sting ripped through her thigh and made her yell in the taped panties with a blinding loud, and perfectly muffled, howl.
Then the time stopped. Or stretched, to infinity. Riding crop, with something that looked like a steel point on a leather strap was switching to cane, to leather belt, to flogger, to a bamboo stick... He was working out her whole body, making her dance on her toes,grab the chain she was hanging on --trying to save her wrists --scream into these stupid panties, breath like crazy through her nose, twisting her body in a to get into a little bit more stable position -- only to get another sting in a lower part of the hamstrings forcing her to drop and lose balance.
This game was taking eternity, and at some point Heather started to feel a strange bond towards a man who was whipping her, carefully keeping her body from any permanent harm, but leaving lots of marks and bruises -- that wasn't erotic per se, but strangely, the mix of pain and attention was making her feel good. Sinking into submission, forgetting about the way out.
"-- Oh, look at this runny nose, must be hard to breathe like that, your nostrils work so hard... id you forget how badly you wanted to pee, my dear?"
She freeze for a moment, then almost jumped to the room' ceiling --he used an electric "wand" on her, brushing it all the way down her back!
"-- No? Yes? No? Like, right now?"
Moaning, roaring, almost losing her voice to unsound whirlwind of pleasure, Heather's tired body was fighting the new enemy, in vain...
After an eternity has passed, and her reaction smoothed out, the torment stopped. He reached around her and grabbed the plug' foundation. She stood still, than attempted to ever so quietly move away.
"-- Seriously, Heath?"
His smile was unbearable. Out of all the strength she has, she stretched on her toes, grabbing the chain... nothing happened... nothing... a soft pat on the back...
Then a blast of a countless volts of electric lightning discharged directly into her most vulnerable spot between the legs -- immediately after, the plug was violently yanked outside. Heather exploded, including her poor bladder -- felt like all her life is gushing out and away from the least respectable parts of her body, strike of pain and humiliating disgust overwhelmed her, tears were not able to catch up with emotions, and she slide into unconscious. The world around was the same, but she felt not belonging to it anymore.
Her memory didn't keep how he lowered her to the floor, removed the handcuffs, raised her body, and carried her to the bathroom. Lots of lights, it was surprisingly clean there. He placed her on a shower floor, undressed, and returned back. Looking above the pupils of her eyes in that strange manner she noticed before, he pulled the tape from her mouth -- one cheek, then the other. And that was the last bit of pain for tonight.
Cuddling, patting her head and wounded body, he lovingly washed her, like a helpless baby, wrapped her in a fluffy towel and carried to bed. Cheap hotel sheets were feeling so good, and smelled clean too. She fell asleep.
***
Heather was driving home. Dressed in a boring-plain blouse with long sleeves, dark-toned slacks and flat, round-nosed shoes. No one would've notice anything particular about her wardrobe. She felt a slight discomfort in her right hand, and noticed a broken nail. Looked at it for a moment, then chuckled...
"Good girl" -- she heard his voice in her head.
Good girl.
