by Sara Fields
“No, sir,” I whispered as my heart pounded fiercely in my chest. My legs trembled as they rubbed against one another and I could feel wetness seeping down to my inner thighs. A soft whimper escaped my throat as my hands gripped at the corners of the sheet. No matter how many times I stood before him naked, it didn’t ever stop making me feel small and vulnerable. I didn’t know if I would ever stop blushing every time that he made me do it.
He watched me intently, his focus entirely on me. He never wavered. He always made me feel like I was the only one in the room, even when he used me in front of his men or even the other Aberrants when he’d first claimed me as his. He watched me like I was the most beautiful thing in the world.
I licked my lips as the sheet slid against my skin. With a courageous breath, I pulled the fabric away from my body, baring my breasts and my swollen pussy to his view.
“What do you think is going to happen next, little girl?” he asked, his voice seductive and incredibly dark. My nervousness amplified even more than before.
“I’m not sure, sir,” I replied, my own voice revealing just how much I feared what was to come at his hands.
“I’m going to bind you to that bed and use one of those straps that have been so kindly left on the wall for me on your bare little bottom,” he said firmly, and the air rushed free from my lungs. I’d forgotten about the devices of torture and now I found myself growing more anxious than ever.
I couldn’t form the words to answer. For a moment, I almost forgot how to breathe.
“Your bottom isn’t the only place that’s going to be punished, my little human. There are a great deal of straps on that wall, aren’t there?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” I whimpered. I swallowed heavily, squirming slightly as he continued to appraise me with his dark stare. I couldn’t tear my eyes from the wall as I looked at all of them. I wondered what he was thinking. Of how he wanted to make me hurt.
I was so fucking wet already.
“Where else do you think deserves to be punished, Nina?”
I opened my mouth once and then twice before turning away as a heavy blush crept over my cheeks. He couldn’t mean to punish me between my thighs with one. He wouldn’t, would he?
“So far, you’ve felt my palm against your little pussy, haven’t you? Your nipples have only felt punishment from my fingers. I’ve pinched them and I’ve twisted them as roughly as they’ve deserved, but I’ve never used anything else to discipline them, have I?” he questioned. There was a certain dark depravity that sparkled in his eyes and I began to feel decidedly off balance. He had taken every ounce of power between us and had claimed it all for himself. He’d taken total control.
“You haven’t, sir,” I answered, my voice tentative and definitively anxious.
“By the time I’m through with you today, you’re going to know what it feels like to have those pretty nipples strapped. I’m also going to whip that disobedient little pussy bright red before I fuck it. Then you’re going to thank me by licking my cock clean. Your punishment isn’t going to end there either. I’m going to teach you something else today. Do you know what that is?” he continued, and I couldn’t help myself as I shivered with arousal.
“I don’t quite know, sir,” I responded timidly.
“I’m going to teach you that there isn’t an inch of your body that I cannot punish. I’m going to show you what it feels like to have your little bottom hole fucked for the very first time. I’m going to punish that tight hole until you scream for me and beg me to stop. Then I’m going to make you come harder than you ever have before in your life, all with my cock still deep in your gorgeous little ass,” he warned, and a small desperate whine escaped my throat.
I’d never thought about having my ass taken by a man. I wondered if it would hurt. Some dark, twisted part of me hoped that it would.
What was wrong with me? Why did this arouse me so much? And why couldn’t I stop thinking about what it would feel like to have his cock deep in my bottom while he forced one orgasm from me after another until I was a broken and wet little mess?
He walked up to me and grasped my chin.
“I’m going to enjoy breaking you of every last ounce of defiance, sweet girl. I’m especially going to enjoy the look on your face as you come for me with tears still streaming down your cheeks,” he said softly, his tone ominous.
I wanted to fight him. At least, I kept telling myself that, over and over again, but I knew it was a lie. I craved his mark on my flesh. His hard cock between my legs. I wanted it all and I knew that I was about to get it.
His hand caressed my back before it drifted down and settled in the cleft of my ass. With just a little pressure, he placed a single fingertip on top of my tightest hole. The moment he touched my bottom hole, a bolt of pleasure twisted hard in my core and I could feel myself growing wetter. He kept his finger there as I grappled with the fact that this was turning me on.
It felt filthy and wrong. I should hate it.
But I didn’t. I liked the way it made me feel, no matter how shameful it was. He pushed a little harder and I fidgeted back against him. It felt foreign and it hurt a little. With a soft whine, I tried to arch back against him as he pushed a little harder.
“This is only one finger, little human. Imagine how it will feel when I take this little hole hard with my cock,” he whispered. I moaned, the sound high-pitched, fearful, and incredibly aroused.
He removed his finger and pulled away.
“Now go fix up the bed. Show me what a good girl you can be,” he said quietly.
“Yes, sir,” I replied quietly, thankful for the slight reprieve. I walked into the cell and carefully spread the sheet over the mattress. I tucked in the edges and when I had finished, I turned back to see that Vane had just entered into the cage with me. I drew in a deep breath and waited for his next instruction.
“Lie down on the bed. Turn your head toward the cell door and then you’re going to think about something for me. Know that anyone outside will be able to hear your bottom getting thrashed. They’ll be able to hear your screams as I punish you. They’ll hear everything, including how very loud you’re going to be when I make you come for me,” he said gruffly, and my legs trembled with nervousness. I didn’t dare hesitate though and I climbed on the bed as swiftly as I could manage before lowering my belly down to its surface.
My ass felt so bare and vulnerable. My pussy was naked and already achy with need. Even my nipples had hardened into tight peaks that scraped against the sheet that had covered them just a short bit ago. I tried to accept what was to come, but that didn’t change the fact that I was scared. I was also incredibly aroused. I both hated and liked when he claimed control over me like this.
Pain. Pleasure. The intoxicating mixture of them both.
He offered the dark promise of it all.
I heard him move to the wall, testing the various leather pieces. I snuck a glance in his direction as he perused the supply of implements and torture devices. Some of them were dry, while others looked freshly oiled. He picked a thick strap off the wall, running his finger along its surface and testing its suppleness. Apparently satisfied with his choice, he balanced it over his shoulder and returned to me.
“Still disobedient, even when you’re about to get the strap,” he murmured quietly, and I shook with fear. His fingers just glanced along my skin, brushing across the sensitive flesh of my bottom before he slapped it lightly with his palm.
He laid the strap beside me before placing one hand on my lower back.
“Sir,” I whimpered, trying to instill every bit of nervous desperation into that single word. He didn’t listen though. He was going to punish me as he saw fit and nothing I would do or say could stop it. That hand pressed me down into the bed and then the other spanked my left cheek hard. I squeaked in surprise before another quickly followed.
The spanking began far more harshly than I was prepared for. There was no time for me to get used to the stinging
sensation and before I knew it, I was kicking and squirming to try to avoid each awful blow. He spanked from the very tops of my cheeks all the way down to the middle of my thighs, ensuring that he left every single inch on my backside on fire.
I struggled to take it and when my squirming became too much, he paused and lifted his hold on my back. Then he grabbed my right ankle and bound it to the side of the bed. Next he cuffed the other.
“Give me your hands,” he declared, and I obeyed, even though I really didn’t want to.
Leather cuffs were quickly secured around my wrists and when he was finished, he directed me to try to break free. I knew the restraints were strong though and no matter how hard I struggled, I knew that escape wasn’t even remotely possible.
But I did. I struggled because that’s what he asked of me.
“Good. Now your punishment can really begin,” he said, and a soft cry escaped my throat. My clit throbbed hotly as he gripped my right cheek with his palm, squeezing with his fingers and digging them into my freshly scalded flesh.
He released my ass and spanked it hard. I cried out as a flash of pain radiated across my skin and I drew in a shaky breath. No matter how many times I found myself bared for a spanking, I would never get used to how much it hurt. Even just his palm was punishment enough and I already knew that the worst was yet to come.
With fervor, he returned to spanking me ruthlessly hard. He focused on the lower curve of my bottom where my legs began, and I whimpered from the burning bite of his palm. After that, he solely punished my thighs and I found that I wasn’t prepared for the resulting intensive sting that raced across my skin.
I tried to kick, but I was bound up tight. I tried to roll and squirm away, but the terrible punishment from his palm hit the mark each and every time. Finally, when I felt like I was just moments away from tears, he stopped, and I saw him reach for the strap.
I started to beg. I pleaded with him that I would behave, that I would never be defiant with him again. I begged like my life depended on it but none of it mattered as he laid the supple leather across my naked backside.
“Please. You don’t need to do this,” I whimpered.
“I really think I do,” he answered, and the strap left my backside before it slammed back down across both cheeks. After the strap had fallen, Vane paused and the blazing line of fire flared to life.
I couldn’t contain my momentary surprise by how much it hurt. With a cry, my entire body stiffened, and the pain rolled up from the very base of my spine. I was suddenly reminded of his belt, but as the agony of that very first strike began to really set in, I realized it was so much worse. It was thicker than a belt. The leather was wider and that much more vicious.
I hardly had a moment for the fire to abate before a second strike lashed against my bottom, taking my breath away along with it.
A high-pitched scream emerged from my lips and there was little I could do to stop it.
A third quickly followed and I wailed as the fiery bite burned across my skin. I was suddenly thankful for the fact that he had bound me because I didn’t know if I would have been able to stop my arms from moving to try to block the leather implement or my hips from rolling back and forth.
“Please,” I begged, putting everything into my plea. I hoped he would show me mercy, but I feared he wouldn’t.
“You can beg all you want, little girl, but this punishment is not going to end until I decide that it’s over. Do you understand me?” he growled, and my stomach catapulted inside my ribcage at his words.
“Yes, sir,” I wailed. I still continued to beg. I pleaded my apologies, but the strap struck my backside several more times despite every word that left my lips. I tried to breathe through it, but nothing seemed to help. It was terrible all the same. For a moment, the strap paused, and his fingers ventured in between my legs, grazing up against the folds of my pussy.
“You beg for me to stop, Nina, but your little pussy is soaking wet,” he purred, and I could feel myself clench with desire. He toyed with my clit, rolling it with his fingers and I couldn’t help myself as my hips rose a little to meet his touch. A quiet moan slipped from my lips as he teased me, working my arousal to feverish heights.
The strap bit into my ass once more, only this time my body was ready for it. The initial flash of pain was just as harsh as it was before, but this time it twisted with an intoxicating mixture of pleasure that left me breathless with want. My nipples hardened. My body heated with unreleased passion, everything growing warm in that single moment. I was so hot. I was thankful for the fact that I was naked at that moment, because I didn’t know if I could handle being any hotter.
The strap fell again. Over and over as it marked my backside. Vane didn’t leave a single inch of my bottom unpunished, even moving to include the backs of my thighs with that terrible strap. I screamed. I moaned and I whimpered with every last blow, but I could feel just how much my body was responding. I could feel how much wetter I was than before.
I couldn’t hide any of that and he could see it all.
And that aroused me even more.
I lost count of the number of times that vicious strap cut across my bottom. It didn’t matter how many. The strokes came faster and harder until I thought that I couldn’t take any more. Tears edged at the corners of my vision and I forgot about everything else except for my naked ass and that brutal piece of leather.
Greyburne fell away. The other Aberrants fell away.
My entire world was focused on Vane, which is exactly what I had wanted.
And he was focused on me.
Nothing else mattered except for what was happening now between the two of us.
One last stroke of the strap kissed my upper thighs and a single tear escaped to roll down my cheek. I sucked in a breath, trying to stop any more from falling when I saw him place the leather down on the bed. Quickly, he freed my ankles and my wrists before lifting me off the bed.
I hoped my ordeal was over, but I knew better. He was just getting started.
He carried me over to the leather chair and placed me down. I cried out as my scalded bottom pressed against the seat, but he didn’t care. In fact, he probably even enjoyed the sound of my pain. The chair was angled so that my ass came to the edge of the seat, presenting my pussy to him as he pushed my thighs open. I leaned backwards a bit and felt the back of the chair against mine.
I took a deep breath and tried to prepare myself.
Even I knew the effort was useless, but I did it anyway.
He took my feet and strapped them into the stirrups on either side of the chair, which spread my thighs obscenely wide. A few additional straps around my legs secured them open. I couldn’t even remotely close my thighs, even if I wanted to.
He leaned against my torso, pressing the thickness of his cock against my very naked pussy. I knew how big he was, but he felt even bigger than I remembered. My pussy tightened reflexively, imagining what it would feel like to be fucked like this.
I hoped I would find out.
He gently took my wrists in his fingers and lifted them over top of my head. I felt more restraints circle around them, securing them into place.
I was helpless once more, only this time he had complete access to my breasts and my sopping wet little pussy. This realization made me swallow in fear as I gazed up at him. My bottom burned already but the aching need deep in my core was quickly spiraling out of control. Every nerve in my body was prepared to fire at once with mind-rending pleasure. All he had to do was touch me just right and I’d shatter to pieces right in front of him.
He walked back over to the wall, touching a number of the smaller, thinner straps. He went through several before he chose one, running it through his fingers before looking back at me with an introspective expression that left me feeling entirely too vulnerable.
He strode back over to me with the strap swinging back and forth ominously in his fingers. I couldn’t peel my eyes from the narrow piece of leather and my
pussy clenched hard as I imagined what it would feel like as it struck my nipples.
His eyes had darkened considerably, his expression one of a predator about to ambush its prey. He’d descended into a place where I no longer knew what he would do next.
He felt dangerous and I liked that. Not knowing what was going to happen to me made me even wetter than ever.
My breasts felt heavy, my pussy soaked. My mouth was dry, and I licked my lips, trying to come to terms with what might come next. I tried to prepare myself for whatever was about to happen, but even I knew the effort was futile. My breasts were highly sensitive. My wet folds and aching clit were even more tender. When he strapped both places, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold myself together.
He was going to break me, and I wanted it to happen. I wanted him to remind me that he was in charge. That he owned me, and he could use me however he wished.
He moved closer. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think.
Then he drew the leather across my pale pink nipples, just dragging the warm, soft implement across my skin in a gentle teasing motion. It felt good but I knew that wouldn’t last.
With a single flick of his wrist, the first blow struck my right nipple.
I thought I had been prepared. I was so very wrong.
Hot, delicious agony burst across my breast. It all centered on the engorged tip of my nipple, radiating down until it reached my core. I couldn’t stop the high-pitched whine from emerging from my throat. I tried to cope with the overwhelming sting when he snapped his wrist again, this time striking my left nipple.
Even though I knew what to expect this time, it was still just as terrible and maybe even a bit worse because I now understood what it felt like. My entire body tensed with the pain of those two strikes and I did my best to cope with it.
