The Journey

*Note, this story is not just erotica. It is the journey of a broken girl and the man who helps her. There will be more erotic things later in the story. There will be some BDSM events to the story. I hope you enjoy, comments are appreciated.*

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Katarina was finally meeting him. They had been talking online for a while now, and she had spilled many of her secret desires to him. He had told her that he was a Dom and could help her with those secret desires. She has told him that she is still a virgin, waiting for the right man to make her his. He acknowledged this and gave her instructions for when they would meet. Katarina dressed in a skirt and button down blouse and high heels then went to meet him. He was waiting for her at the entrance to the bar when she arrived. She knew it was him. He stood leaning casually against the wall, his shoulders broad and muscular and he was taller than she. He had a strong set jaw and short light brown hair. He smiled a tight lipped smile when she approached him and took hold of her arm possessively and led her inside. They exchanged small talk there for a while over drinks until he decided it was time to go. He led her out to his car and opened the passenger door for her, and then he drove her to an unknown club. He led her into the building and down into a dungeon like basement. Katarina became immediately frightened. She opened her mouth to speak to him but he shushed her harshly.

"You will not speak unless I give you permission. You will not do anything unless I give you permission. Is that understood?"

"Yes but...."

"You will be silent!" He growled and seized her by the hair and pulled her over to an inclined table. "If you are allowed to speak you will address me as Sir. Do I make myself clear?"

Katarina fearfully nodded her head.

"Answer me!" He growled.

"Y-y-yes sir." Katarina stammered.

He pushed her against the inclined table and cinched a leather strap tightly around her waist. Then he bound her hands above her head with rough rope and then spread her legs apart and bound her ankles with the same rope to the table. He began to unbutton her blouse and she pleaded with him to stop.

"You know you want this slut." He growled.

Katarina felt as if she had been slapped because of that remark. He finished with her blouse and cupped her breasts roughly then seized her mouth. She whimpered against his mouth not in pleasure. His hands lifted up her skirt and sought out her sex.

"No please....." She begged.

He quickly pulled down her underwear and slipped one finger inside her. She cried out at the slight pain because she was not wet and had not had anyone touch her like that in a long time.

"I thought you wanted this." He growled dangerously in her ear. "I guess you want something else then."

He retrieved a crop and brandished it before her then blindfolded her.

"Please, please stop, I beg you." Katarina pleaded, crying now.

He ignored her and quickly shoved a large ball gag in her mouth brought the crop down on her thigh. She jumped and cried out around the gag straining against her bonds, the rope chafing against her skin. He continued to use the crop on her and she was now sobbing uncontrollably. He gave her a short reprieve and spoke to her.

"You're going to suck my cock and then I'm going to make that virgin cunt mine." He growled close to her ear and nibbled on her neck.

Katarina sobbed harder and couldn't say anything because of the uncomfortably large gag secured around her head. He brought the crop down on her again and it seemed to Katarina that this nightmare would never stop.

Suddenly the door crashed open. "Stop!" A deep male voice commanded. Blind and mute Katarina could do nothing but sob and sag wearily against her bonds as the torture stopped.

"Can't you see she can't handle this?!" The new man said angrily. "You will stop now and leave her alone never to touch her again. Do you understand?!"

"I understand." The man who had tortured her said angrily. "But she wanted this; I have been talking to her before this."

"She didn't want to be beaten and fucked senseless!" The new man yelled. "Get out of my sight!"

The door slammed shut and all Katarina could hear was deep breathing as the new man calmed himself. Katarina still sobbed and she flinched away as she heard the man approach her.

"Shhh." He whispered gently. "I'm not going to hurt you."

He gently cupped her face in his hands and eased the blindfold off. She blinked in the dim light that seemed bright to her and saw this new man standing before her. He was tall like the other one, similarly built but with a more gentle masculinity. His hair was a dark brown that matched dark brown eyes that looked at her with concern.

He ran a finger along the strap of the gag that secured it around her head.

"This is much too large for your delicate mouth." He said gently, but she could hear the strained anger in his voice. "I'm going to take it off now, but don't speak. I know what you will say. You will beg and plead me not to hurt you and to please let you go. I am going to let you go and I will not hurt you, I promise. But you are hurt and weak. So don't speak, and let me do the talking."

He removed the gag and Katarina gasped in relief. He gently massaged her jaw muscles to sooth them then stroked her hair back from her face. "I'm going to untie you now, this will hurt and I am sorry."

The rope rubbed against her already raw skin as he worked the knots loose. When he finally had all her limbs completely unbound and the leather strap removed from her waist, her weakened legs gave way beneath her and he quickly caught her and sat on the floor with her. She was trembling all over and still sobbing. He held her close to him and she found herself clutching at him for comfort. He softly crooned comfortingly to her while buttoning her blouse and pulling her skirt back down to its right place.

"I am so very sorry for what was done to you." He said sadly and genuinely. "I knew what he is like and yet still let him meet you. I thought he would be different since he knew you were a delicate virgin. Do you hurt badly beyond what I can see?"

She worked her dry mouth to answer but he placed a finger on her lips and quickly fetched a glass of water and had her drink slowly. Then he let her answer.

Katarina hesitated, not sure how to answer. "Yes....a little." She said softly.

His frown deepened. "I will take you home and you will rest." He said and stood, taking her up into his arms and out to his car. He placed her gently in the passenger's seat, reclined the chair, and covered her with a blanket.

"How do you know where to take me?" She asked meekly as he started driving.

"Your driver's license." He said and tapped her purse which was next to him. She had forgotten about it and was relieved to see it.

He pulled into her driveway and took her in his arms again and into her house. She wriggled a little in his arms and he gently set her on her feet. The moment she took back her own weight her knees buckled and he caught her before she fell. He carried her over to the couch and gently laid her down. He took her hands in his and examined her wrists and the welts on her thighs from the crop.

"I'm going to tend to these." He said and retrieved his bag from his car. He prepared everything in the kitchen. He got another glass of water and placed a very light sedative to dissolve in it. He had her drink first before tending to her. He gently rubbed ointment on the chafed skin from the rope then wrapped them. By this time Katarina was starting to feel the effects of the drug.

"What are you going to do when you're done?" She asked slowly, her words slurring a bit from the drug.

"I'm going to stay here until I know you're ok." He said gently and took her back in his arms protectively. "Sleep now. I promise no more harm will come to you."

"What's your name?" Katarina asked sleepily.

"My name is Brian. Now sleep lovely."

Katarina then fell into an exhausted sleep helped by the sedative. Brian gently set her down and set to removing her clothing to get to the welts made by the cruel crop. He winced when he saw them and was glad she was asleep for this part, welts were painful to take care of. He applied the ointment to them and bandaged the worst ones. Then he guiltily went to snoop in her bedroom to find comfortable clothes for her and dressed her. Then he lay down on the couch with her, positioning her so she was resting comfortably on top of him and covered them with a blanket. He held her and felt something deep in his heart stir for the abused girl. He felt that he didn't want to let her go.