"Sir, Sir I'm so sorry! Please sir, don't hurt me please!!" He hovered over her trembling body. As he walked closer, shattered glass crunched under his feet. She had tripped in the dark house with the coffee tray, breaking the only cups in the house. 'This is my fault.' She thought. 'I'm actually getting comfortable. I'm fucking getting comfortable with my rapist... But was it rape? He made it feel so good...'
'I can't let her get comfortable. I can't get comfortable either. Why in hell would I get close to a slave? I brought her here for one thing and one thing only. She is to please me, whether it is through pleasure or punishment. She is mine.' He let his thoughts fuel his anger. It was silly to punish the girl for tripping and breaking the mugs. Especially since she was wearing high heels and trying to maneuver through a dark, cluttered room. But she needed to know her place.
"You realize those were the only mugs for miles." He spoke coolly.
"I-I-I'm s-so sorry! Plea-"
"SILENCE!" The walls shook, the windows rattled. His voice pierced all that it touched. "I'm sure you think I'm that stupid." He screamed. She shook violently as he yanked his long, leather belt from its loops. He slowly raised it above his heaving body. He hated everything about her. He craved her small mouth from which she could worship his name, and her warm, inviting sex that united cruelty and pleasure, but she was too good for the piece of shit that he was. He brought his belt down upon her back, relishing in her screams and his power over her. He whipped her mercilessly, over and over, cracking the silky skin he had embraced only moments before.
She wept harder than she had ever wept before. The pain of each lash was so excruciating, she could feel herself falling in and out of consciousness. She felt as if he was beating her for hours, when in reality it had only been five to ten minutes. Her tears flowed as freely as the blood from her wounds. Before she completely blacked out, she realized the whippings had subsided. She dared not look up in fear he would start again. The warmth he expressed in the shower had vanished, and she was in the presence of a completely different man.
He knelt beside her and yanked her arms behind her limp body, tying them together with his blood drenched belt. He stood up and kicked her in the stomach, making it clear that he was not going to take it easy on her any longer. She coughed out blood and he balled her hair into his fist and lifted her to her feet. He let go, expecting her to stand on her own, but she fell against his chest, unable to support her own weight on her shaky legs.
"Fuck you're a good for nothing bitch aren't you?" He sneered, holding her up by the back of the throat and walking her towards the basement steps. She didn't want to know what he would do to her in his dungeon, especially knowing how relentless he could be.
"S-s-s-s-sir no p-p-pl-please no!" She struggled against his tight grip, but he only tugged harder, opening the large door to the basement and walking her down the stairs. She had no energy left to struggle. She was afraid he would kill her if he had the chance. 'I must stay on my toes. I need to be aware of what he is doing. If I stay awake, he can't hurt me. I'm stronger than him.' Each step creaked under their weight as they walked towards her doom.
At the bottom, he let go of her neck and pushed her to the ground. He walked over to a cabinet in the corner that housed many cruel devices, all meant for torturing innocent, unwilling women. He removed many lengths of old, bloody rope, a ball gag, a large rubber vibrator that was also bloody, a long, leather whip, and a video camera attached to a tripod. He gathered everything in his arms and brought it over to his prize lying on the floor. All of the energy had drained from her. All she could do was behave for him. He removed her lingerie but left the stilettos. She behaved as he skillfully wrapped the rope around her waist and breasts, tugging tightly so each strand hit all of the right pressure points. He looped the rope around the base of the vibrator, and then slowly inserted it into her pussy. She cried out, for she was not prepared to be invaded. He secured the rope in many loops across her body so the vibrator held in place and that the rough rope brushed past her clit.
Each cut from the whip burned against the rope. He removed the belt binding her hands, replacing it with an even tighter length of rope. He pulled her arms above her head and tied the other end of the rope to a metal bar running along the basement ceiling. He made sure the rope was taut so that all of her weight was on her arms and so her toes barely touched the floor.
"Any last words?" He asked, shaking the ball gag in front of her face. "And none of that 'Oh please sir save me!' bullshit."
"I-I..."
"Yes? C'mon bitch I don't have all day."
