Victoria woke on a cold hard floor, disoriented and a little afraid. It was dark, musty and smelled slightly like the earth. Was she underground? She sat herself up and tried to feel around for any clue as to where she might be. Somehow she was barefoot, and the ground underneath her feet felt rough and uneven. She reached a wall and used it to brace herself while she shakily stood on her cramped legs. She traced the wall with her hand and concluded that she was in a very small space. When she got to the last wall, instead of concrete her hand felt cool metal bars. A cell, not good.
How the hell had she gotten here? The last thing she remembered was walking to her car from the campus library. She remembered that she had a sense that she was being watched and had quickened her pace to get to safety faster. After that... nothing. She didn't even know how long ago that was. It could have been an hour ago or it could have been a whole day prior. Although she suspected more the latter with the way her body was protesting from laying on that uncomfortable ground for too long.
Okay, Victoria, think!
How to get out of this? She tested the bars to see how strong they were. They didn't budge. She stuck her hand through them hoping to find a latch of some kind. She found the lock used to trap her inside. She reached for her hair hoping maybe she had a bobby pin stuck somewhere in her long wavy auburn hair. No, her hair was down. Then she silently laughed at herself. Really, even if she had a bobby pin she had no idea to pick a lock.
She heard a door open somewhere outside her cell and didn't know whether to call out for help or to hide in a corner. Her pride won out in the end, she refused to shy away. "Excuse me, hello? Can anybody hear me? I think there's been some mistake," she shouted, not knowing if anyone could hear her.
Low lights were instantly turned on and she got her first good look at her surroundings. She was looking out into a dark cement hallway. There were other cells, but it was hard to tell with the light only coming from the hallway whether they were empty or not.
She heard footsteps start down the hall make their way toward her. Her pulse began to quicken. She nearly fell over backward in shock when the man approaching came into view. He was huge! He must have been 6'4'', all muscle, and the expression in his cold grey eyes was menacing. This guy meant business. She backed up as far and she could go, which wasn't much considering the size of the cell she was in. For a moment he just stood on the other side of the bars and stared at her. She was quickly losing her nerve and for the first time in her life she felt real fear.
"Who are you?" she asked because she couldn't stand the silent stare a moment longer.
"Stefan, your master," he replied and reached for a chain he was wearing around his neck. He took it off and used the key hanging from it to unlock her cell door. "Come," he ordered. Too speechless for words, Victoria stood where she was a shook her head back and forth. "Do not make me ask you again. Trust me when I say, you will not enjoy the consequences. I, however, will."
Victoria believed him but she could still not force her trembling legs to take a step closer to him. She wanted to run and hide from this man, but knew that she had nowhere to flee. He lips crooked up with a slight smile then, almost as if he was happy that she defied him. "Fine, we will do this the hard way."
Stefan walked the two steps into her cell and before she realized his intent he backhanded her across the face, hard. She cried out in shock as she was lifted over his shoulder effortlessly as if she weighed no more than a pillow. She tried to struggle off but he only tightened his grip around her till she couldn't breathe.
He carried her to a room located at the end of the hallway and once the door was closed threw her down to the ground like a discarded sack of potatoes. She looked up at him. He seemed even larger, if that was possible, from down on the floor. She scrambled up to her feet, frantic to be in any position less intimidating. Defiance blazed in her green eyes as she spit out the blood from her split lip.
"Undress," he said, almost bored. Her mouth dropped open in shock.
"No!"
"Oh, I can already tell I am going to have fun breaking you," he responded. "Now be a good girl and undress for me." Again, she just stood there shaking her head. She would not, under any circumstances, take off her clothes for him.
He pulled out a deadly looking knife. Her knees began to tremble a little again but she made no move to take off any articles of clothing. He stepped close to her and began to move the cold steel lightly across her neck. Tears began to form in her eyes but she did not relent.
This is it,
she thought,
this is how I'm going to die.
She closed her eyes as he moved the knife between her full breasts and then down to the bottom of her shirt. Then she heard ripping and cool air touching her skin. The pants were the next to go and now she was standing there in just her black underwear and matching bra.
"Please stop," she pleaded. He chuckled in response.
"You are mine now, pet. I will only stop when I want to stop. That isn't now." He was still caressing her exposed skin with the knife, slowly working the blade across her lovely body. When he got to the bra straps he cut them, and then made his way between her breasts and cut it in the center. The bra fell away to reveal her beautiful nipples. He couldn't help but lean forward and take one in his mouth. She gasped when she felt him sucking on her and hated herself for liking the feel of his mouth there. He picked up his head and then cut her panties off.
He took a step back from her and slowly circled her, taking in every inch of her gorgeous body. He smiled to himself; he definitely picked a good one. Victoria had never felt so humiliated. Standing there, completely naked, being gawked at by a crazy man with a knife! She wanted to die.
"It really is such a shame I am going to have to mar that lovely skin of yours. Maybe next time you will learn I do not like the word 'No'." Then he stepped forward and roughly grabbed her forearms. He lifted them over her head and shackled her to chains that were hanging from the ceiling.
"What the hell!" She screamed at him. He backhanded her again and then grabbed her chin so she would look up into his face.
"Never yell at me," he said chillingly. Then he moved behind her and out of her line of vision. She couldn't twist her head around to see what he was doing, but she heard him grabbing for something.
"This is for saying the word 'no' to me," and then Victoria could only feel pain as something smacked against her naked ass. She cried out and he hit her harder. Stefan enjoyed using the rough paddle on her. Tears were streaming down her face but he didn't stop. Again and again the paddle came until she thought she could not handle it a second longer.
When he finally stopped she thought she was going to cry out in relief. He reached up and unlocked her wrists from the chains. She collapsed to the ground instantly and couldn't find the strength to care. He reached down and grabbed her by the hair. She had no choice but to lift up her head and get to her knees unless she wanted him to rip out a chunk. He jerked her head back so she was looking at his face.
"Now that we have your punishment out of the way, it's time for my pleasure," he said and while still holding her hair with one hand began to pull down his pants. She began to whimper as she saw the size of him and realized what he wanted her to do. Just like the rest of him, he was huge.
"If you know what's good for you, you won't try anything funny. I know you thought what I just did was bad, but if you do anything else I don't like it's going to be a lot worse," he threatened. "Do you understand me?" She silently nodded her head, which was a struggle since he was still gripping her head back.
"Say it!"
"I understand," she quietly said.
"You will address me as 'master', now say it again."
She glared at him but hesitantly replied, "I understand... master."
"Good girl. Now please me," he said and pulled her head to his cock. She didn't want to do this, but she knew she didn't have a choice. She could not endure something worse than she already had right now. Maybe he would finish fast and then take her back to her cell and leave her alone. She never thought she would be happy to get back into those tiny quarters, but it seemed like paradise compared to this.
