Author's Note: This story was hijacked by the characters and the end result felt like writing an episode of Happy Tree Friends. It gets really dark... but it's strangely happy about that fact. There's also a little build up, but it's an obvious kind. It's in two parts, which will be posted close together, and there's content warnings :)
Overall, it's both a Master/slave and Sadist/masochist romance. This part has things like noncon, heavy pain play, emotional masochism, bondage, clamps, and anal sex. I hope you enjoy and have fun!
Nynaeve
My two best friends were named Tuesday Holter and Jezebel Grady, but no one knew them by that anymore. Tuesday was Two and Jezebel was called Pet, instead. Even better, they hadn't chosen those names for themselves.
The guys who fitted them with the shining, gorgeous collars around their throats did.
"I'm so jealous sometimes. Flatline played out your rape fantasies, Two, and Ash enslaved Pet." I knew a lot of vanilla people who would shudder over some of the stories the two of them had, but whenever we drank wine together during the day, I always made them tell me more stories. "It's so dreamy, like Beauty and the Beast retold times two and different
and
with more of the whole forced captivity thing. It's so perfect and sexy."
Two laughed over her glass of wine. On some afternoons that were planned out, both of their Doms let them drink during the day with me before Sulfur's opened. Arguably, Two's Dom was a lot more lenient with strictures than Pet's Master. Ivory was far more cruel in his games with Two, but Ash was far more the controlling owner for Pet, which was a good thing, actually, because Pet had shittier self control than even I did. It always made me happy to talk with both of them, too, because their relationships were both strange in different ways, but they both worked in those different ways, too. "I think you're one of two people I know that would think Flatline's nailing my tits to a board is romantic." She paused, then grinned into her wine. "I'm the other one, though. It totally was, especially with the crying and begging him to stop."
"And he never does!" It was this mix of hot and scary and thrilling and... It was so dreamy. It made me starry eyed every single time.
Pet laughed. "You're both crazy masos."
"Oh, you're one to talk." I wagged my finger at her. "Yours is just as bad in one way."
Two shoved Pet's shoulder, both of their cheeks red from the wine we'd been drinking. Some days, we indulged a little more than others and that day was definitely one of them. "Yeah, let's not forget that Ash feeds you from a cock toy so that you associate blowing him with food. Also, didn't you initially get his attention by walking through his door high on hard drugs and he just couldn't resist taking control of something like that?"
"Okay, look, conditioning and slavery is a different sphere than the pain you're both describing." But Pet had this wicked little grin on her face. We all knew the truth. Outside of her home and Sulfur's, she was Jezebel, the law school genius who turned out to be wildly fierce in the career path she loved. Outside, she was in that logic flow and she hid her submissive side, but when she met up with her Master, Ash, for something like lunch or when she got home from her classes, she was Pet, the slave.
These conversations were ones I looked forward to having all the time. I'd have them every day if I could. "Oh, you can't pretend like Ash doesn't hurt you sometimes."
Pet's smile turned into that kind that came from romantic thoughts. "Yeah, but it's like a strap, not nails or sewing my pussy closed. And he always pets me and tells me how pretty I look with my marks and how much of a good girl I'm being."
"That's just as dreamy, too, though." They both just... I don't know. It was different, but it was a kind of different I loved. I got to play sometimes at Sulfur's, but I didn't have a Master or even a really steady Dom. I sometimes got to play with Pet and Ash when they wanted a third and sometimes when I came to Sulfur's at nights, Ash would always smile at me and set me up with someone for a good time.
Two giggled. "I don't know that I could do the extent of Master and slave relationship that Pet has, honestly. I love the thrill ride and terror games, but slavery really is a different sphere."
Pet rested her head on Two's shoulder. "I admire that, though. I have to be told I'm a good girl at every turn. You're pretty awesome. You just have some kind of security and can get up from hard pain and just know the game lines. Lily and Deirdre have that, too. They just get done and walk away and that's that. I'm clinging to Ash's ankles for, like, hours and snuggling in a cage so he'll pet me more. And if I don't, then I just, you know, cry. It's really pathetic and needy, actually."
"Yeah, but it's cool for him, you know? For me, once it's over, it's over and usually Flatline and I just watch a movie and shit talk each other or something. It takes a special person to be like you and never leave the mindset. When Ivy and I first started dating, I had problems with thoughts of being told where to sleep when I might want to have a bed to myself or something. It made me worried I'd hurt his feelings when he was so awesome about everything already." She looked at me. "What about you, Evey? Which one do you like better? I know you haven't gotten serious about it, but I also know you definitely have fantasies and you've played with Doms and Masters. What's your thing?"
I grinned, just drunk enough to make a confession that scared me. "All of it! The perfect ideal would be your pain play and terror thing and Pet's slavery." I leaned back and closed my eyes, laughing. "Forced absolute slavery to a sadist would be the best. Could you imagine how awful? Just think if you combined your kidnap fantasy, Two, with your slave collar, Pet, and you fight your captor so that your new Master has to break you and he loves breaking you, so much that it's all the more terrifying, and you try and stop it, but you're just so submissive in nature as it is and he's so good with the cane that you're bleeding and whimpering and blindfolded and scared when he makes you do really depraved things that you don't want to do at first..."
Pet was choking on laughter. "You're even worse than both of us or Lily. You look like you just saw a kitten."
I opened my eyes and grinned. "Oh, I got way more that's fueled from way too many times watching Torture Galaxy videos. I'm just trying to not be crude."
"So this is what book clubs actually talk about."
I turned around, startled, and then blushed furiously when I saw Ivory and Ash. Ivy - or Flatline - was grinning, while Ash was at least trying to be nice and hide it. "How long have you both been standing there?"
"Oh, long enough." Ash covered his mouth at the sound of Ivy's dry tone. "Why is it always you little cute ones? You can't just wear adorable pigtails like that and have Pokemon stuffed animals in your apartment window to seem like an angel and not warn a motherfucker that all this shit is beneath the surface."
"These are my rabbit ears and they taunt big, bad wolves or at least, they do in my head. Also, this isn't fair because I would never say any of this if I wasn't drinking too much wine."
Ash lifted his eyebrow. "Well, that's your own fault, love. Also, you got my Pet drunk."
Pet giggled, cheeks flushed red, and I grinned. "So. Dreamy."
Two laughed, then stood to hug Ivory. Those little displays were always something that interested me as well. There was a large difference between the two couples when they had those small little innocuous moments. If you saw Two and Ivory hug like they did, they could have been anyone. They played terror and rape games, hardcore pain games too, but he rarely used his domination dynamic in their day to day lives. He stroked her hair in a gentle cradle like any engaged man might hold his future wife.
Pet, on the other hand, was always Ash's slave before she was anything else. Her slender eternity collar was discreet, but it never came off. He chose everything from how she dressed to what she ate and she loved it. So when he went to her, he crooked a finger through the O-ring of her collar, gently pulling her to his embrace, and once he had her there, he pressed his thumb between her lips so that she obediently sucked, her eyes falling closed while he stroked her hair back and whispered in her ear.
They were both something surreal, something that made me grin happily with the thought that I got to be in both of their weddings when they happened. Both of them were dynamically intense in their own ways and, if you asked either of them, they couldn't have dealt with the other one's form of intensity. Pet had zero interest in the full on torture games that Two adored and Two didn't want to be fully controlled.
The two of them together always gave me the darkest ideas, though. I liked to imagine both of their dynamics in one terrible, awful whirlwind. Like I'd told them a little bit of, I loved the fantasies of being forced to torture slavery by a terrible demon of a master, one I'd both adore and fear. Whenever I fantasized, I got off the hardest thinking of things I hated, like the cane. The whipping sting of one of those was horrible, nightmarish, and I dreamed of being forced to take it and being coated in its marks. It made me a little sad sometimes, because I knew that a lot of the Doms I played with far preferred to be given submission willingly. They were romantics who thought of their playtimes as gifts from their playmates and I loved to make people happy. Sometimes, I worried that I wasn't good at what they wanted though, that I might leave them dissatisfied if I struggled, but that it might be too obvious how I wanted to struggle. I had learned to do my best to hide those thoughts because I didn't want to turn them off and knew that kind of thing wouldn't be what they were into.
