The alarm began its first wake up call of the morning, screaming out loudly enough to wake half the neighborhood. Kat grumbled under the warmth of her covers, stretched a bit and poked her head out of the blanket, grabbing for the phone. Flicking it open she reset it, snuggled back and lay there in the dim light of morning with her eyes open. She hated winter, the morning like ice, and to add insult to injury, she had no one to curl up with and get lost in. Sighing at the emptiness she was however glad she had kicked her one nighter out early. He had been one more in a long line of dead fucks and losers she had seemed to be seeking out these days, another regret to add to the growing life list. Last night had been like most, she had pushed him off before he even really finished, told him to get his shit and get out, her body left empty and unsatisfied from the five minute lay and her heart well past desolate. He had stormed out pissed and called her a cold hearted bitch. She had laughed bitterly till the door slammed and the burn of tears began to flow down her face and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Her eyes began to water up and there was no damned way she was going to cry again, and not before work, that was for sure, so she rolled herself out into the cold room, grabbed her towel and padded off to the shower. “Another day, another  dollar” she mumbled as she turned the shower to hot and slid under its refuge, letting the heat caress her flesh with a lovers touch. After the shower had woken her up, she drug on some clothes, pulled her hair up into a bun type ponytail, grabbed some lunch and headed out to warm up the little white beast she drove. It looked like a pregnant roller skate someone had told her and now she had to laugh every time she crawled inside. Once the engine was up and roaring and the heater was clearing the morning fog from the windows, she lit up her routine morning smoke and leaned her head back for a few minutes. In the silence of the early morning her mind began to drift, back to another  time, to Her, to Jess. “No dammit” she growled, she would not go there, could not, so she shook her head a bit and cleared her mind, put the car into gear and headed out of the drive and off to work, hoping maybe, just maybe, today would be different. It was only a twenty minute drive to work, and it damn sure was not her dream job, but it paid the bills and she got on with everyone there decent enough ,so who was she to truly complain. She finally found a quiet smile as she rolled to the roundabout to wait for the morning traffic to break and let her through. She must have been a bit lost in her own concentration because  loud roar of an engine on the tail end of her car brought her back around. “What the hell” she thought as she looked up into the rearview. A black motorbike ,a harley she might have guessed, large and quite nice to the eye had settled right behind her. Funny though because it was the driver that for reasons unknown to her that caught her attention. He wasn’t a big guy and he had gentle features, “odd” she thought, but he was clean cut with shaved short brown hair, strong arms from what she could see and looked quite sexy in the black leather jacket and jeans he was wearing. He leaned forward on the bike, pulled his sunglasses down a bit and winked at her, smiling as he did. “Oh, shit” she blurted out as she jumped and sat back. She had been staring and apparently for a few moments now because the cars behind the biker were honking. Her face flushed crimson red and she took the next opportunity to breakthrough the traffic and get moving. “Damn girl” she whispered quietly, you ain’t showed that much interest in ages and it just had to be some guy on the road. “Real smooth, goofy”. Still a bit shaken and somewhat haunted by the image of him she slid the car into the parking area at work and took a second to catch her breath. Her heart was pounding hard against her chest when she remembered those dark piercing brown eyes and that half cocky grin, and well that wasn’t the only thing pounding, her cunt started twitching like mad and she had to steady herself  before she crawled out of the car. The morning wind was cool on her face and the sun had begun to come out as she locked up the car and headed in. A few steps form the office, she stopped,  almost unable to move as the familiar roar of the motorbike idled up close behind her. Swallowing deeply, her mind thinking the impossible, her body hoping for it, she turned and there he sat, staring at her through darkened lenses, that grin on his lips so seductive, so inviting, and when he slid those shades down a bit once more, and openly allowed his gaze to meet hers, work its way down her body then back up to her eyes she knew, she could almost feel him, removing her clothes with his eyes. His gaze so intense all  she wanted was him to fuck her so badly she almost screamed it, but there was a twitch of something else, something deeper then sex, he wasn’t just touching her with his eyes, it was like he was marking her, in some odd way, making her his and the power of it made her flesh burn and ache, her heart throb. In that moment, he seem to know he done just what he wanted to, because he smiled deeper, nodded to her, turned the bike around slowly and drove away. Not one spoken word, he never asked her out, never told her his number. “Wait” she cried out, but he didn’t stop or hesitate, just pulled out onto the road and was gone. She was so confused, and frustrated, just what the hell kinda game was he playing. “Fuck” she mumbled and went into the factory. Work, was work, was work, what more was there? Clean this, fill out that paperwork, hell her boss Andrew had enough shit to keep her busy for the day,  which she was more then thankful to have. Lunch time came quick and the guys all kept giving her shit, asking her is got laid last night or anything other crude thing they could think of. She was well past distracted and they had picked up on it, so she told to all get stuffed and go fuck themselves which of course brought a veracious  round of laughter and more crude comments to which she could not help but laugh. After lunch work just kept going and quitting time seemed to be eluding her, though not for long. Home time crept up on her when she wasn’t looking and it  took her about  half a minute to change and get to the car. She didn’t make it far though before Cory caught up with her. Cory, was a co-worker and well, he had been a one night mistake she would not make again. She found out he was still married, and hell he had a small dick and was a quick shooter anyways, so no major loss there. “What’s up, Cory?” though she was sure she knew. He occasionally still tried to go for round two, and she always knocked him back. “Hey, you wanna come by the house tonight?” She shook her head and told him no thanks, then turned and left before he had to time to act like the immature jack ass he could on occasion be. As lonely as she was, once was enough of a lesson for her. A thousand miles away, she didn’t notice the note on the windscreen until she had already settled into the car and lit up her afternoon smoke. “Ah, hell” she whispered before dragging herself out and reaching for the note which was laying just under the wiper blade along with a single white rose, each thorn removed and the stem cut back short. Lifting it to her face she traced it across her lips, its petals like silk,  its sweet scent flowing through her body. Not quite sure who the note was from, but in that moment not caring ,she unfolded its pages and read a few simple words. “I felt it too, so maybe now, a new beginning?” It had to be him, but what was she suppose to do now, still no contact number, nothing, did she just wait? In many ways it was frustrating but in some odd way, exciting. He was making her play on his terms, his way, as if she were merely a puppet and he held the strings. Closing her eyes for a moment  she just stood there, still and breathing, then clasped the note and flower close and headed for home. The drive was quick and she kept glancing about her, hoping maybe for a glimpse of him, but not today, not now. A bit disappointed but still in a good mood, she had a snack once she got home, popped over to the neighbors house for a smoke and visit then decided to go chat on the net for a bit before dinner. There were quite a few folks online and she got caught up in talking and was really just enjoying the evening when she realized it was getting decently late and she had yet to eat. She said her goodbyes then decided to give her email a quick check before logging off. There was the usual junk and a couple emails from friends, but there was one she did not recognize. It was from the_shadow which she thought was strange because it did not look like one of those junk things but there was no topic line, so she took a chance and went ahead and opened it. Her eyes went wide and her jaw must have hit the ground as she read it “you are so sexy when you laugh, the way your nose wrinkles just slightly, and you have the sexiest body, right down the freckles  that caress your cleavage” she read and then re read it again. “What the?” it was from him, she almost sure of it, but how the hell did he know those things, I mean he could have seen her laugh at work but not the cleavage thing, well not unless…..She stood up quickly and walked outside, looking round in first the front then the back, was he watching her? No, he couldn’t be ,could he? Confused but needing to eat, she shut down the computer and went for a sandwich, her mind wandering in thought, trying to figure out what was going on, who this guy was, and what did he want from her. After dinner, she was going to go visit some friends but she just wanted to crawl into bed for tonight and hide, so she slipped on her pajamas and was about to get into bed when a thought occurred to her.  A sly grin formed on her lips and she went over and clicked on the heater, then walked over and pulled the curtains open leaving the lace shade down across it. Moving slow, and deliberate she slid across the floor to her side of the bed so that she was facing the now mostly open window. Reaching up, she looked out into the night as she undid the buttons of her top, taking her time, exposing her smooth pale flesh one inch at a time.

    The heat of the sun as it baked my skin felt comforting that day; and the colors that I saw from inside my eyelids were transcendant.  Having grown weary from the labors of my day, I had decided to recline against the shore and take a nap.  It was not long before  my head was rolling to the side against the large palm-tree woven pillow I had made, and I had drifted off to dreamland.  I could not tell you of my dreams, I do not remember them, but I do know that they were warm and wet.  And thus as the hours past, my sleepy hand began to wander between my pillowy thighs to begin to pleasure myself.  At first, I had assumed the moisture that had gathered against the crease of my thigh to be from excitement; but soon, I felt the prick of a toothpick-like thing against my fingertip and I shook myself awake.  I was shocked when upon checking between my thighs, I found a freshly mangled body that had been crushed against the folds.  It was merely the size of my fingernail, or a spider of some kind and as I looked further, I noticed another small aunt-sized creature had crawled up to the tip of my knee and was waving his arms in the air.  His squeaky voice was obvoiusly attempting to speak to me and when I told him that I could not understand him, he immediately covered his ears from the overpowering sounds of my voice.  Not wanting to hurt him, at first, I instead offered the tip of my finger and he instictively climbed on whereby I lifted him to my ear so I could hear him better.

“He wanted to pleasure you,” the mouse-like voice called out, “he was proud to die.  We all want to pleasure you.”

It was in that instant when I noticed swarms of little aunt-soldiers crawling up my leg.  They were climbing up the length of my feet, against my ankles, sliding down the tops of my feet like a water-slide.  The wave of little soldier men was tickling up my body until they covered my mellon-sized mound like a blanket.  The constant running of their feet against my skin felt like the hum of a vibrating wand and I decided to recline to allow them to pleasure me.  I spread my thighs as wide as they would go and moved the little man on my finger to slide onto my mountain of a clit.  I imagined his words to be thanking me as he stood there, attempting to pleasure me with his fingers.

“I can’t feel it,” I called out.

The determined soldier man whom I will call the king waved his hands, and  watched as four men climbed beside him onto my clit and locked arms.  I heard three uniformed grunts before I watched as they jumped into the air and landed back onto my clit.

“Ohhhh yessssss,” I cried.

I could feel it now just as if I had been barely brushing at the tip of my clit.  Proud of themselves, the king called a group of men such that I had 10 soldier men dancing on my clit.

“Mmmmmm….ohhhhh…ohhhh yessssss.”

My sounds became shallow and my breaths became frequent and I began to simply roll my hips into the air, thrusting the 10 soldier men off in the process and crashing them against the tree behind me.  But god, help them, 10 more climbed back in their place and their successors danced on my clit with every bit the same amount of vigor.  I thrust them off.  And so it went, 10, 20, 30, 40, 50, 60, 70, 80, 90, then 100 men were lost in dancing against me.   Their mangled bodies were beginning to stick to my thighs as my pussy began to moisten.  When I realized that this wasn’t going to do more than tease me, I called to all present to climb into the nearby tree and hold on tight.  Scooping some of the blood from my thighs, I smeared it against the trunk before snapping it from it’s roots and returning to my recline.

Smiling, I watched as they eagerly did as they were told and I quickly thrust that tree trunk into my pussy.  Mmmmmmm….yessssss.  The tree trunk dildo felt sensational inside me and the crushed bodies and the blood from them allowed it to slide in with much more ease.  I started to fuck myself now with a steady rhythm.  More and more men climbing onto the tree trunk as thousands died before them.  They longed to be crushed within my sweet, sticky folds.  I thrust that trunk in again and again… thrusting my hips into the air in the process.  A few men at taken some of the carcasses and harnessed them together to make a long chain, and so 20 more had crawled onto my mountain-sized breasts and were attempting to wrap the soldier-chain around my nipple.  They managed a pinch like this…and began to rub back and forth at my nipple as I fucked myself harder and harder.  Ohhh gawd… ohhh fuck….that’s it… just like that.

I was moaning uncontrollably as I continued to fuck myself.  A group of 50 or so men had found their way inside my pussy and were taking turns jumping on my g-spot as they had jumped on my clit…dancing, tickling, teasing that little spot as best they could as I fucked myself raw again and again.

That’s it…right there…just like that…ohhh fuck…yes…I’m going to cum… ohhhh gawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwdddddddddd yeeeeeeeeeeeeees.  Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

I cried out as I began to orgasm and as I did, a steady red and white stream shot from between my thighs.  Ohhh yess… ohhh fuck…gawd…ohhh yes.

I came hard and long and when I was finished, I pulled myself up from the ground and looked in amazement as hundreds of thousands of little soldier-men were stuck like flies in honey against the shore.  Their blood was mixed with my orgasm, their little bodies content to die.  I smiled a secret smile, thanking them silently for my pleasure.

From a distance, I heard the faint sqeaking sounds of a familiar voice and when I turned my head towards it, I noticed it was the king.  He was limping towards me, barely able to walk or even crawl.  I bent down to offer him my finger, scooping him up rather than asking him to crawl up.  I lifted him to my ear so he could speak his words to me.

“Ohhh, thank you Goddess.  We needed to pleasure you like this,” his words barely escaped his lips before he collapsed on my fingertip and died.

And so I placed his body onto the tip of my tongue and swallowed him whole, allowing him the pleasure of decomposing within me…and I fell back to the shore and drifted back to sleep.  Completely satisfied.

He moved, then. She didn’t stand a chance of reacting because lost in her indignation, she found herself backed up against the bed until her knees buckled and she fell backwards with her arms flailing about to grab hold of something. His hand at her throat, with one knee propped on the bed, he loomed over her and sneered at her.

“The answer to that is not important right now. What is important is that without me you would still be collapsed in the corner of the elevator a blubbering mess.”

He reached down with his other hand and she flinched. His fingertips grazed lightly against her cheeks as if to trace a trail of tears that fell recently. The hand clamped at her throat squeezed momentarily causing her to flinch and jerk against the bed as she lay, suddenly terrified as she realised the severity of her predicament. She tried to caste her mind back to her last memories previous to his arrival in her life and she couldn’t recall a thing. Her lips parted as she attempted to speak and again, his hand squeezed and her breath was cut off. Immediately she began to struggle, twisting beneath the iron grip he held her within, only to freeze when she found his other knee now pressing against her stomach. All she could do is look up at him with a dread greater than she’d ever known as he spoke. The words didn’t register at first as her mind flitted over possible ways to get free without damage to herself.

“Shut up, cunt, and listen. Escape, or any attempt to escape, is futile. You will find that I do not tolerate transgressions. Do what I say and you will get through this. Fight or struggle and you will regret it. Do I make myself clear?”

She realised there was silence, and had been for too long, before she felt more pressure and as she struggled his words and their intent came belting down with the sudden placement of his hand against her lower jaw, guiding her gaze to lock with his and holding firmly. Unable to look away, tears instantly filled in her eyes and she allowed them to pool further, a sorrow for what she had lost and for what was happening to her right now. His voice growled low and the pressure at her throat lessened momentarily to allow her head movement to answer his repeated question. She gulped in the air while she was able, the burning in her lungs lessening as it felt the influx of oxygen.

“Do I make myself clear?”

Her head jerked in a nod and immediately the pressure was gone from her stomach. The fingers at her throat clamped and began to pull her upwards and she frowned as she struggled to get her arms beneath her, elbows pushing her upper body towards the pull of that hand. The towel fell away, only to be immediately ripped off the bed and thrown in the corner of the room.

“You won’t be needing that, or any clothing, for that matter for some time. I suggest you get used to the sight of your own flesh.”

As he spoke, his hand slid around her throat and interlaced within the length of her hair. He twisted and tugged backwards so her throat was exposed, fully, and he peered closely, inspecting the flesh there for any sign of marks left by his hand. Satisfied, he raised himself from the bed and turned away, his fingers still locked into the length of her hair, leaving her to scramble behind him as he pulled her towards the living room where he guided her towards a chair that she didn’t recognise. Her brow knitted in a frown as he turned her around and nudged her back until her knees hit the seat and she naturally folded back onto the seat. Her arms, having naturally fallen to the arms of the chair, were trapped by his hands as he leaned over and into her, his eyes searing into hers as he spoke, low and controlled.

“There are things you asked earlier that you not only want, but need, to know. Who I am is one of those things that will become clearer to you as your questions are answered. What has happened to you over the last short period is another. I will allow you to ask questions until I have told you what I want you to know. Ask the right questions, or you will find out nothing of importance.”

He retreated, momentarily, from her space and bent towards the ground and she tried to raise her left arm. As she struck resistance her breath caught and she looked down with disbelief. As he had spoken to her, he had secured both wrists to the arms of the chairs with binds she did not even notice. As her mind cleared she realised that her second ankle had just been secured in a similar fashion and before she could protest he was back, his face inches from hers, eyes boring into her very soul as she sat, helpless.

“Remember, the right questions. I am leaving you here to attend to some things but I will return shortly. You have 10 minutes to consider what you will ask. Do not waste my time with frivolous queries or you will lose the option of finding anything out.”

With that he pushed away and strode to the door, already seemingly having forgotten her as he whistled and closed the door behind him. The second it shut, predictably she attempted to fight her way free from the restraints and she whimpered a sob of despair at the inability to move her arms. Her legs were worse and her back arched, bucking her hips to elicit some kind of movement in pure frustration. Her eyes narrowed and she glared at the door, as if that alone could remove her from this predicament. She emitted a shrill growl of hatred towards the man that had just left the room and yelled after him.

“FUCK you and your questions!”

She snarled as she heard what was sure to have been his laughter mocking her. Her body slumped back into the chair and she sulked for a moment or two before dragging her mind to the problem at hand. Questions. So many to ask, but which ones would give her the answers she most needed?

She was a wreck. As she turned into the foyer of her building, she pondered life and the life she had lived which led her to this point, this place and this time. Where had she gone wrong? Lost in thought, retracing the events of the past few months she didn’t even notice the gaping looks she was getting as she trudged towards the elevator. What did she care? Her life may as well be over – he was gone.

“Who the hell are you?”

Sophia lays there, controlling her breathing, staring at Stephen. Shes not exactly sure why hes regarding her with indifference.
“How have I displeased you, Stephen? Havent I suffered enough for you?”
Hes listening to her with half interest. Its as if hes been distracted. Even during her final beating, he seemed withdrawn.
“I suppose you have. For now. Your body needs time to heal, and if you were to undergo another whipping, Im afraid you would bleed. And how would we explain that to the Doctor?”
She laughs at this, in spite of herself. “I guess you have a vaild point.”
She sits up, drawing the covers up over herself. Shes getting sleepy again, but she doesnt want to spend another minute in the room.
Everything seems too bright, sterile. She feels as if her presence is making things unclean. The messed up bed sheets, covered in her sweat, the glaring walls soaked in her tears, her cries, her screams.
“I really do wan to leave from here. I feel Ive been through hell, and now, I just want to be alone.”
She slides off the bed, and picks her clothes up. She gets dressed again, keeping her eyes on him the entire time.
“Please, can we just go?”
He hears in her tone of voice, something broken. So it was possible. This strong stubborn woman could be, and is, broken.
“Sure. Lets go home. Lets get you cleaned up, and in your pajamas. Its late, and youve been put through enough.”
He reaches his hand out to hers. She accepts, and they walk out of the room, hand in hand.
They walk into the living room, where Alex is sitting on the couch, shoes off, and talking on his cell phone. He sees Stephen and Sophie, and pulls the phone away from his ear.
“Sophie and I thank you for a most pleasant evening. I hope we will see you later on, Alex. You are a great host.”
Alex was eyeing Stephen with uneasiness. He doesnt like the idea of her leaving with him. Hell, he doesnt like the idea of Sophia leaving period. Hes gotten rather attatched to her over the course of the evening.
” Youre quite welcome Stephen. And Sophia, my home is open to you whenever youd like to get away from it all.”
She whispers her thanks and gratitude.
“Alex, Sir, may I please have my purse and sandals? Im ready to go home and relax.”
As Alex walks to a closet, he thinks that theres something odd, something different about her. She seems smaller, fragile, even. He frowns to himself. Hes not liking this new form of herself.
He walks back to her, her sandals and purs in hand.
“Here you go, Sophia. I was hoping youd spend the rest of the evening with me. But since you wish to go, I wont try to persuade you to stay. May I have the priveledge to call on you, though?”
She is taken aback by his request. She looks at Alex, taking her shoes, and purse. She looks to Stephen. He stays silent, looking at Alex through narrow eyes.
“Um. I suppose I would like that Alex. Sure. Yes, yes you are welcome to visit me. I am flattered that you would like my company.”
She slips her shoes on, and instinctively grabs Stephens arm. Alex walks them to the door, and notices, for the first time, bruised ugly welts all over her legs.
“Sophia, please. Stay. I need to talk to you. If need be, I can run you home. Stephen, please go on. Ill bring her home, thanks.”
Sophia is looking back and forth between Alex and Stephen. She stays silent, standing still.
Stephen walks out the door, seething. He feels theres a change in her already. Aside from being broken, he thinks that theres something else going on in her mind. And he doesnt like her thoughts being closed off to him.
Alex and Sophia watch him walk out the door.
“What did you need to talk to me about? What did I do wrong?”
She was trying real hard not to cry. She thinks something is amiss.
“Please, sit down. No, better yet, follow me.”
He walks through the massive living room, down another hallway. This side of the house is warm, welcome. He takes her into a large well lit bathroom. The bathtub is old fashioned, raised off the ground, with lion paws as its support. Its deep, inviting.
Alex turns the faucets, and adds some lavendar oils to the water. He stands behind her, and unzips her dress. He unclasps her bra. And he notices all the welts, the bruises. They are raised, and they are ugly.
“Poor girl. Are you in pain? Are you sore? Do you need anything? Do you know that you are loved?”
She slid into the warm bath tub, the scent filling the bathroom, covering her skin. She closes her eyes, trying to relax.
Alexs questions are bouncing around her head. Is she loved? Depends on what your definition of what love is.
“Yes Alex, I am sore. And in pain, oh yes, God yes.”
Her voice was still rough, scratchy. She spoke in harsh whispers. Her throat felt swollen, dry.
Alex grabs a stool, and sets it beside the bathtub. He grabs a cup, and dips into the water.
He pours it over her back, careful not to scald her, careful not to rub her welts too hard.
“Why did you let him do this to you? Stand up dear. Dont you know that you have a voice? That just because youre submissive, and slightly masochistic, you dont have to take this punishment. Yes, I set the cane on the table. But understand this Sophia.” He knelt in front of her, locking his eyes on hers. “The cane wasnt meant for your skin. It was meant for just your mind. To taunt, to torment. Is that understood?”
She stands in the tub, fully aware of her nakedness. But shes not ashamed. She bears her welts and stripes without a sound.
“I am aware of all this, Alex. And I begged, I screamed. He wasnt listening. He didnt care. I think that he wanted to break me completely.”
Alex was so gentle with her legs. Soaping them up with his hands, careful not to make her cry. But she cries anyways. Cries buckets.
She cries at her being so easily broken. For her wantoness. For her deliberate misbehaving, for every action shes ever taken.
Her body is shaking, shoulders heaving. Shes trying to hard to remain quiet. Suddenly, she sinks into the water, and buries her face into her hands.
She tries so hard to regain control of herself, but gives up. She gives into the tears, and lets Alex bathe and wash her hair.
“Ok beautiful. Time to get out, come on.”
He holds out a giant fluffy towel. She steps into it, forever grateful to his presence.
He wraps her up, and takes her arm gently. He walks out of the bathroom, and crosses the hall.
They enter a dimly lit bedroom. All she can see is the giant bed in the center of the room. She looks up at him, with warmth in her puffy hazle, bright green eyes.
“Go on, beautiful pet. Crawl into it. You need to sleep.”
She climbs into the warm bed. The sheets are soft, welcoming. Laying her head on a pillow, shes staring at Alex.
“Thank you for everything. Thank you for valuing me, Alex. I wish I was yours.”
She yawns and drifts off to sleep, thinking of Alex, totally oblivious to the stripes on her body.
Alex stands at the door, watching her, returning her sleepy smile.
“Dream sweet, little one.”
And he shuts the door.

FINIT

She kept having the same recurrent dream. She found herself running through some great forest glade, a white wispy gown billowing in the breeze behind her. Footsteps, heavy ones, always chasing her, some dark creature, a beast in pursuit. He always caught her, dark and frightening, his eyes shockingly blue in the face of a handsome demon. He would always bind her, tie her spread eagle between 2 trees, His cock dripping with poison right before thrusting it into her mouth, powerful and veined, a poison serpent creeping in, she could barely get him in as he forced himself down her throat. He would always look down at her, some evil smile plastered on his face and would say, “you want one thing, to be defiled; to be debased into some submissive creature just for me.” She would wake up gagging, gagging not only at the poison being spewed down her throat, but at his words. Never! Not her. She was far too independent to be some object of lust for a man to find his pleasure in.

Her eyes stay locked to his shockingly blue ones, like handcuffs snapping shut as she backs away; she hears a cage slamming, it seems to be around her heart. “Poison,” she whispers to herself and smiles, praying he calls her.

She is stunned. She doesnt know if she should cry, or go to sleep. She honestly has no idea what she should do.
She sits up, contemplating on getting dressed and leaving. It wouldnt hurt her any, to just walk out the front door, and not look back.
So, she slides off the bed, slightly wobbly, and walks to the armoir. She opens it up, and gets her belongings. Shes ever so quiet, she doesnt feel like looking at any of the gentlemen that kept her company.
She gets dressed, and pads quietly down the hall, into the living room. She sees Seth and Lawrence having a lively debate over some show thats on the television. They dont look up to see her standing there.
David is nowhere to be found. She assumes that he left, to go home, or wherever.
Her eyes are quickly scanning the room. She is standing by the table, with the quill and notepad.She spots Alex, in front of the fireplace. Hes trying to start a fire, but it looks like his Zippo is out of fluid.
Sophie stares at him for a moment, with narrowed eyes. She has an urge to yell at him, to humiliate him in front of his friends, in his own house.
Instead, she musters up all the self will she can, and gets an idea. She looks down at the quill, and the paper. She bends over the table, picks up the quill, and begins to write.

She rereads her note, making sure it was legible, and everything spelled correctly. She quietly removes the paper, and starts to walk down the hallway.
She hears the front door opening, and continues to the bedroom. She lays the note on the table next to the cane and candle. She pauses for a moment to run a finger down the cane. She feels its smoothness, and gets weak kneed.
With her note finished, she turns back around to enter the hallway. As soon as she gets to the door, she walks right into Stephen.
She lets out a surprised gasp just as he shoves her backwards. She takes a couple of unbalanced steps backward, eyes wide.
“Steph-Sir. You, when, how??”
Her words keep tumbling out, when he places a hand over her mouth.
” Shh. Why are you dressed? Did someone tell you that you could leave?”
She shook her head as her eyes slowly lowered to the floor.
He is impressed at how quickly she becomes subserviant.
“Well? You do know how to speak. Answer me.”
“Well, I was left alone. Without words, without direction. And yes, I know, that was, the key word being was, my hardest limit. I made the mistake of telling Alex, and he just up and leaves. To be brutally honest, it made me angry. So I acted out. I took it upon myself, to get dressed. I wrote a note, dropped it here, and was just about to ask Alex for my shoes. I want to go home. Please, Stephen, I just want to be in my own bed, with my own thoughts.”
Stephen just laughs at her.
“You still think that you own yourself. Darling, you arent free to choose or decide what you want to do. I admit though, you have a certain glow about you. It suits you better.”
A tinge of crimson red spreads across her face. She was speechless. He rarely compliments her, so, she knows its genuine. She raises her eyes to his, and sees something flash in them.
“Get undressed, Sophie.”
She carelessly slips off her dress, and hurridly takes off her panties and bra. Her clothes are lying in a messy pile on the floor.
Shes standing in front of Stephen, naked, bare. Her legs are closed, eyes lowered, hands resting calmly at her sides. She wants to see him, to see a hint of desire in his eyes.
He steps towards her, and pushes her on the bed.
“Lay on your stomach, close your eyes, and be still. Fo your insolence, you will be punished by me.”
He walks to the door and shuts it. He sees the paper on the table, and is tempted to read it. But he ignores it, and picks up the rattan cane.
He slides it down her spine. She feels its smoothness, and wiggles under its touch. She isnt sure what it is, and shes afraid to ask.
Her question is answered when she hears a sharp whistling noise cutting through the air.
It lands perfectly on her upper thighs. She stifles a scream, eyes already pooling with tears.
” Count for me Sophia. Count. And I dont care how much it hurts you. And yes, it will hurt. And I give you permission to scream, to cry.”
“Yes Sir, I will keep count.”
And so he swings, swift, through the air. She counts, ten, thirty, fifty, times. Shes screaming so loud, her voice hoarse, her throat feeling raw. Shes hyperventilating, begging him to stop. She loses count at 52, and with the last stroke, she clenches her whole body, rigid. She lets out a horrible scream.
Her skin is striped, welted, bruised. Her body is on fire, beyond alive. She feels a faint breeze on her, and it causes her to shiver violently. Her eyes burn, shes all out of tears. Sweat covers her, giving off the illusion that shes glistening a red glow.
“Stop. Please. Stop. Just stop. Im begging you, Stephen. I cant take one more–” Her whispers are rough, scratchy.
He lands one more blow, and then sets the cane at her side.
“Im letting you rest for a few moments. Then we can go home.”
He strolls over to the couch, and sits in silence. He can hear her laboured breathing, he can see her marks clearly.
Stephen is indifferent to her suffering.

She was so consumed with her own thoughts, that she was unaware of someone watching her.
Alex, dressed casually, white button down white shirt, untucked, with black slacks. His leather oxfords were freshly polished.
He was leaning against the door frame, quiet, just watching her. His violet hued eyes scanning her naked curves. He stops and studies the raised red welts, so bright, almost alive against her skin.
He doesnt know if shes sleeping, or if shes barely on the edge of consciousness. He wants to go to her, to comfort her. But there was also the part of him that desires her cries, her tears, her pain.
He notices that her slender, biteable, bare neck. He likes the gentle curve of her hip, her legs tucked at the knees. He just plain desires her.
So he walks to her. He walks around, until he faces her. Alex smiles to himself, seeing her so calm, serence. It appears that she regained some of her lost innocense. This enflames his wanting even more.
He stands there, for about ten minutes before she realizes that shes being watched. She raises her eyes to him, already rising to her knees. Her lips pouting, full, looking soft, wanting.
“How are you little one? Are you open, accepting? Are you so willing, with that hungry little mouth? Are you always this quick to offer yourself?”
She really doesnt know how to answer. In this endless evening, she has been taught. She learned her lessons well, wearing a memory burned into her. She wonders if this is what he wants. She does not want to disappoint him.
“Do you want me willing? Do you need me open, offering? And how am I?” She laughs quietly, eyes smiling. ” I havent the faintest idea of how I am. I, Sir, have been to places I thought never exsisted. I have developed a taste for pain. Is that an acceptable answer, Sir?”
Alex was in fact, pleased with her honesty.
“Lay down, Sophia. Stretch out for me. Im not sure how you do it little one, but I just want to see you.”
Sophia rolls onto her back, wincing at the fresh stings on her back. She closes her legs, crossing them at the ankles. She brings her arms up, above her head, crossing them at the wrists. Her breasts tremble with her breathing. She fights the urge to close her eyes against this examination.
“Such beautiful skin. Its a shame that it had to be marked up in such a way. But, you know, I think youre better for it.”
She has nothing to say about this quaint observation. She feels a slight tinge of red spreading across her cheeks. She supposes she should feel a sense of pride, but shes more embarrased at her own wantoness.
She locks eyes with him, watching him unbutton his shirt. Hes staring down at her, refraining from touching her. She wants to shrink and hide away from his gaze.
He sits on the edge of the bed, slipping his shoes off. Hes still peering at her, out of the corner of his eyes. Her hand stretches out to him, daring to touch his bare back.
“You can touch me if you want to little one, Im not going to stop you.”
She reaches out to him, hands trembling. His skin is warm to the touch. She slowly runs her hand down his spine. He growls lowly, tensing up.
He stands up, and turns to face her. She rolls onto her stomach, to watch his movements. Shes acting as if shes afraid he will disappear from her sight.
He unbuttons his trousers, and the zipping sound seems to thunder off the walls. Her eyes scan his well muscled body, and rests on his revealed erection.
“Do you desire me, Sophia?”
She nods her head, her eyes lighting up.
He slips out of his boxers, then sitting on the bed, he takes his socks off. He is just as bare and open as she is. He
Alex lies down next to her, on his side, his right hand propping up his head. With his left hand, he traces her neck, her collar bone. He drags a fingernail down her chest, reaching her left nipple. He grasps it between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it between his fingers.
Not a word is excahnged between them. He pushes her onto her back, running his hand over her right breast, down her stomach. He sees goosebumps break out over her skin.
He traces his way back up to her breasts. He lowers his mouth to the faint marks of the riding crop. He lightly licks the outline of the welt.
Alex feels her tense up, he notices her fists clenching the messed up sheets. He begins to lightly suck on the mark. He wrenches a cry from her swollen lips. Looking up at her, he gives her a wink before he bites her there.
She arches her back out, pushing herself further into his mouth. She is writhing under him.
He moves lower down, leaving a trail of bites on her stomach, her inner thighs. He licks the brusies from the clothespins. He slides himself down in between her legs.
She looks down at him, watching him nibble on her legs.
“Why are you being so gentle with me?”
“Youve earned it, little one. And why do you ask?”
“I was expecting the worst from you. I expected the darkest type of pain there is.”
He sits up on the bed, tracing her knee. He looks at her with an amused smile on his face.
“The darkest type of pain? And just what is that, Sophia? Looking at me, what do you see?”
She sits up, and eyes him with curiosity. She doesnt exactly know how to express herself. She knows what her fear, her limit is. But she lacks the willpower to vocalize it.
“Well, come on now, out with it.”
Hes looking grimly at her. He wasnt expecting her to pause, to withdraw into herself. So, he puts his back to her, and starts to get dressed.
“Denial! Alex, Sir, you…..denial. Withdrawl, begging for naught, sting of your absence.”
She rambles on while hes buttoning his shirt.
“Sting of my anbsence. Interesting.”
He finishes getting dressed, and walks out the door without a second glance nor word.

Thoughts tumble through her mind. “Am I supposed to cry out? Am I supposed to beg to stop? Why am I having to go through this? Does Stephen still love me? Did he love me at all? Why cant I—”

Seth was jerking her up by her collar. Her knees were still weak. She barely had time to compose herself, to calm herself down.
Seth took her collar off, tossing it aside. He pushed her to her knees, pushing her face down. He pulled her hair up, clasping a posture collar around her neck.
With this new collar, she found that she could not lower her head. Was she supposed to keep her eyes on him? Was she to witness this new torment? Why is she wearing this?
He pulls her back up by her hair. He grabs her up by the single ring, making her stand on the bed. He grabs some rope off the table, throwing it at her feet. He then climbs up on the bed, pulling the chain that was dangling a good foot above her head.
There was a clasp on the end, and Seth clasps her to this chain. He then grabs Sophies arms, bringing them behind her. He binds her wrists tight. The rope was thick, and he knotted it three times.
“Try to get out of this, girl.”
She squirms her hands, trying to rotate her wrists. She moves her hands across each other, but, they are bound tight.
Her head is being held high, shes eye level with Seth. She locks her eyes to him, clear, but still puffy. He walks around her, spreading her ass, slapping her thighs. He walks in front of her, spreads her legs, examining the fresh bruises lined perfectly on her inner thighs.
He raises her breasts, pinching her nipples hard. Hard enough to bring a moan to her lips.
He turns to Alex, leaving her hanging there, on tip toe, trying to balance, with bound wrists. She finds herself swaying.
“These walls are cork-lined, yes?”
“Of course they are. This is the room best suited to whipping, because I dont care for silence. I love nothing more than seeing a marked up, screaming, sweaty bitch under my hand.”
“Perfect! Gentlemen, I will now ask that you leave me to her.”
The three men walked out the door, through the hallway.Alex set up drinks in the living room, flipping on the television, to drown out the noise from the back room.
Sophia was staring at him. She did not flinch, as he screwed the metal nipple clamps on her. He turned them each three times, making her nipples turn a violent purple.
He pulled the chain a little further down, giving her the balance she needed. Now standing on her feet, she instinctively spread her legs three inches apart.
He walks over to the table, and picks up the slim handled riding crop. He brings it to her lips, running it across them. It felt stiff, cold. The slapper didnt give when she kissed it.
He then raised his arm, and struck her left breast. She tried to sink to her knees, but was held tight by the chain. She cried out, softly, bringing a sting to her skin. A clear red welt was already taking shape. He struck her other breast, watching her intently.
“Are you ready to beg, Sophia?”
He walks up behind her, striking each cheek, with the welts forming, such a bright red against her pale flesh.
He put the crop back, and ran his fingers across a smooth rattan cane. He instead opted for the black knotted cat o nine tails. He gently drags it across her back, watching the chill bumps break out on her skin. He drags it down her thighs, her calves. She wiggles under the soft caresses.
He drages it across her breasts, down her stomach. She lets out soft moans, wimpering under the touches.
Bringing the handle to her lips, she kisses it. He then slid the handle into her mouth, making it slightly wet. He then inserted the handle into her. She lets out a low, gutteral moan, biting on her bottom lip. He twists it, deep inside her, causing her to become wet.
He feels her warmth, and pulls out the handle, placing it again into her mouth. She tastes herself, mixed with the soft leather. She almost gags, but stops herself.
“You dont like the taste of leather, little one?”
She doesnt know if his question is metaphorical, or if hes referring to her choking. She lowers her eyes, remaining quiet.
Seth chuckles to himself, and walks around her. Rubbing her ass roughly, he slowly begins to whip her.
For the most part, she feels alot of air, for which she is grateful for. The braids that do land, vibrate her to the bone.
He increases speed, making her ass red, marked with varying stripes. Moving his wrist in figure eight formation, the braids are landing harder, making her want to sink down. Since she cannot, she tries to turn against it.
Seth moves down to her thighs, so soft, so tender, pale.
He begins whipping her in earnest. Her body begins to glisten with sweat, which, in turn, causes each blow to sting even more.
She is moaning, writhing under the straps. She has no way to wipe the sweat dripping into her eyes.
Seth is nice enough to brush her hair from her face.
“Do you want me to stop?”
She looks at him, lips parted. She wants him to stop, she needs to breathe. She nods her head the best she can.
“Whats that, little girl? I cant hear you.”
And with that, he drew back and whipped her to the point of her screaming out loud.
Her screams were absorbed into the walls. But the gentlemen in the living room heard her loud and clear.
“Stop! Stop, please. Youre ripping me open! Stop it! Stop it….”
So he does. Seth brings the handle back to her lips. She kisses it, tears flowing over her cheeks.
He unties her wrists, unclasps her collar. He holds her by the waist, and with his other hand, massages her rope burned wrists. She wimpers under the touches, feeling faint.
“Im sorry, Im sorry that I cant.”
And she slips to the bed, kneeling, her head touching the bed, tears streaming, shoulders shaking.
He pets her back, running his hand through her hair. Shes still shaking under the coldness, the drying sweat, the burning welts.
“Breathe, little one, breathe. Its all over. No more pain. Just remember that you cant do everything.”
Seth speaks to her in low hushed tones. Still running his hands over her, hes still talking to her.
“Shhh, sweet sweet Sophie. You did an amazing job. Im quite surprised you held out so long. Youre so strong.”
She was slipping towards sleep. She just wants to stretch out across the comforting bed, and sleep.
“Im leaving now, Sophie. Im sure we will run into each other again. And Im turning the light off. But dont worry dear one, youll still have some light to keep you company.”
He brings her head up, kissing her forehead. He lights the candle, and flips the light. Walking out slowly, he blows her a kiss, and shuts the door.
She stares at the flickering flame. Lost in her thoughts, the burning feeling leaves her senses. She supposes that this is what they meant. The pain was hers, but only for a little while.
She was finally calmed inside. Her heart was still beating, she came through this alive. Perhaps even better for it.
And while she is glad its over, she cant help but wonder if she could handle more. Sure, her body had been ransacked, but what if? What if, during all of this, her mind widened just a little bit more? That she could have taken just a few more strokes?
Would they be proud of her, then? But is it even a matter of pride? She doesnt know, but she is so content, so relaxed, the candle lighting up the dark. She sees her shadow dancing on the wall, and she smiles a feline grin to herself.

David decides to stay, to watch, to see her squirm. Unrolling his sleeves, slipping his jacket back on, he leans against the arm of the couch.
She lifts her head, blinking, regarding the men in front of her. She was still on the edge of orgasm, still turned on. But fear was slowly creeping up on her. Laying her head back down, she starts to slip inside herself. Concentrating on breathing, she supposes the whips will be next.

“Lawrence, I have her warmed up. Shes easily able to handle youtr pins now, I believe.”
“Thank you, David.”

Lawrence gets up, and walks over to the armoir. Bending his knees, he slides open the bottom drawer. Pulling out a large bag of clothespins, he walks over to the bed.
Kneeling at the bed, petting her hair, running his hand along her neck, he begins talking to her in a low, hushed, gentle voice.
“Sophia, this is going to start out slow, even pleasurable. But, I will not cease, nor stop, no matter how much you cry, or beg. I want you to breathe. Relax. Dont move too much. I want you to roll with the pinch, the bite of the pain. Take it, make it yours. Of course, when Im through with you, it wont be yours anymore. There is something I need you to do.”
Handing her eight clothespins, and a slim strip of leather, he watches her for reactions.
She sits up, taking the pins and leather strip. She instinctively knows that this will cause much pain. Searing pain that she wont be able to control. She slides one pin through, knotting the leather at the base, trying to do it quickly.

“How do you suppose she will handle that?” Alex is watching her with a look of curiosity. “Of course, Ive never used one, nor have I ever seen it used on anybody. Should be intense. Lawrence, let her hold it until you are ready for it.”

With the zipper finished, she tries to hand it to Lawrence. He takes it, but attatches it to her collar.
“Now, lay down on your back. Spread your legs wide. I want nothing hid from me.”
She lays herself down, arching her back, stretching out her shoulders. She begins a mantra in her mind,
“One, one, one. Two, two, two. Three, three, three…”, until she reaches ten, and she counts over.
Lawerence is standing over her, still petting her, still trying to get her completely at ease. He opens the bag of pins, and dumps them all over her. She lets out a small gasp, which brings a smile to his face.
He then takes a lighter out of his pocket. Walking over to the table, he lights the candle, and turns out the light.
While he brushes the pins off her stomach, she closes her eyes, and wimpers. Lawrence attatches a pin to her left nipple,, and three around it. Going to the right nipple, he flicks it with his index finger. Placing three pins there as well, he sets the timer on his watch. Thirty Minutes.
Moving quickly, he clamps her belly button., four pins set. He sees her beginning to tremble, so his hand moves to the three pins, and taps them.
She begins to moan quietly, pulling her shoulders back. He taps the other three, and she tries to sink into the bed.
Kneeling inside her spread legs, he sinks a finger deep inside of her. She soaks his hand right away. This was what he was looking for.
Leaning over her, he smears his finger across her parted lips. He then taps again the placed clamps, and her swollen clit, causing her to jump.
Grabbing one side of her labia, pinching it hard, he places three pins, and repeats on the other side.
He then sinks two fingers, spreads them inside. She is writhing under him, an orgasm rocking through her toes, to her open glazed over eyes. He lets her have this, while he begins to flick off the pins around her belly button. This causes her to pull up, crying out. He rapidly flicks the clamps off her heaving breasts. She cries out, wiggling under the rushing blood flow. Tears fall, as theres pain coming from different directions.
He places his hand between Sophias breasts, caressing her, trying to control her rapid heartbeat.
He slowly taps the pins on her labia. Theyre wet, but theyre well placed. He pulls those off slowly. She is squirming, sweating. Seeing her wet face, in the flickering light, Lawrence grabs the zipper off her collar and whispers in her ear,
“You are beautiful Sophia. Stunning, bruised, marked, and beautiful. Dont hold this back.”
He is back between her legs. Rubbing her inner thigh roughly, giving her a quick massage, he places the eight pin zipper close to the labia, going down, about half way, almost to her knee.
She begins to hyperventilate. She tries to bring her leg up, but he forces it back down. Hes tugging on the end of the zipper, causing her to cry out, gasping, writhing.
She clenches her eyes shut. She is not going to beg. She never has, she never will. She can gladly cry, shes capable of controlled orgasms. But, she will not beg to stop.
Its clear to Lawrence , now, that her will is strong as it was to begin with. So he places eight seperate pins on her other thigh.
She again tries to lift her legs, but he forces them down. He places his hands on her knees, kneading the skin outside of them.
Shes trying to get back into her mantra. She keeps losing her place around four. She starts shedding genuine tears. But she does not ask him to stop.
He pulls the zipper, popping it off her leg, and flicks the other pins off. She sits straight up, fisting the sheets,. lets out a scream. Eyes red, puffy, holding herself off the bed, weak, dizzy.
Tears are still falling as he massages her tender legs.
“Pick up the pins, Sophia.”
She tries to kneel, but shes too wobbly. She tries to roll over, but shes still weak. Looking into Lawrences silver eyes, shes searching for concern, but theres none.
Laying back down, throwing an arm over her eyes, legs still spread, she chokes out the words,
“I cant”
“I know. I just wanted you to admit it out loud to yourself. Remember those words, love.”
He kisses her on the cheek, picks up the pins, and the zipper. He puts the zipper on the table, and the pins back in the bag. He flips the light back on, and blows out the candle.
Everyone now can see her bruised body.