A Scarlet Collection of Monsters and Madmen
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“Now don’t go anywhere, I have a surprise for you.”
He ran with eager anticipation to wherever it was that he was going, realizing she was left alone unchained; she stifled as best as she could to uproot her lackadaisical body. With every ounce of core strength she could muster she contracted her muscles and sat herself upright instantly falling back in a medicated daze against the brick wall,
“So fucking close I can taste it, yet so impossibly far.”
Realizing the brilliance of such a sadist she leaned back and regained composure trying desperately to shake feeling into her arms; with her shoulders the only part of her extremities she could feel. Heavy footsteps from above coming from all directions, as much as she tried to focus on what he was up too; the loss of feeling was now an unbearable pain coursing hot fire through her limbs. Her obsessive mind focused more on the fact that she was unable to feel the calm replenishing feeling of a hot shower, covered in dirt and beads of sweat from this now sweltering chamber of deprivation.
The light peered in all around this hidden tomb, “It must be daylight, but what day is it I wonder.”
Bella whispered to herself in her painful haze, the blood slowly made its way down her arms, the fire beginning to fade slowly in her triceps and biceps. Her forearms and fingers still ablaze.
“Come on bitch you’ve been through much worse than this.” Shaking furiously her arms started to revive, forcing her will upon her energy she felt it course into her fingers able to feel each inch of skin more vividly than she ever had before. Her skin breathing in the air and blood like a dehydrated survivalist that just found the oasis of paradise. Not realizing the entire time that he could hear, see and practically taste her from above. If Bella only knew how well equipped not only this chamber was but this house, she would realize that escape was never going to be a reality.
Master Jimi walked downstairs with what appeared to be a laptop computer; this was one of the last things Bella expected. In the previous moments all she could think about was what her coffin was going to look like at her funeral, or the ad in the paper that said she went missing taken out by friends and family. But Master Jimi had an even more sinister idea in mind, taking this torture to an entirely different level of control.
“I see you’ve managed to get the feeling back in your arms. Good girl I detest having to prop up my experiments when they can so easily serve me by being self-sufficient.”
Bella leaned against the wall silent as the grave, maintaining eye contact with this mysterious and enigmatic man. As completely insane as the concept felt to her on all levels, there was something about him that she was intrigued by, he was unlike anybody she had ever met before; she couldn’t pinpoint it yet. He left Bella in a daze of confusion wondering what he would do to her.
“Now then let’s get started.” He approached her and instantly chained her to the wooden pole with no more than 4 feet of slack.
“Consider that a reward for your devotion, though only a fool would mistake this action for kindness.”
Peering into her eyes with that overwhelming gaze, his smile curled into that devilish grin that she despised. Not for the fact that he relished in her suffering but that she for the first time in her life desired it. More than anything she had ever before. This mistress, this owner of flesh, madam of control; was not only enjoying every torturous moment but she wanted more.
“Now where were we? Ah yes.” Master Jimi continued pulling up website screens all of which Bella was more than knowledgeable about. Networking sites where she spoke with her friends and family, her professional dominatrix site that catered to all her twisted desires; the place she created in this world to funnel every depraved individual that she longed to shape and mold into a world of beings that were worthy of this exquisite life.
“How did you…?” Bella’s voice trailed off into the distance remembering what he told her about speaking without permission; her eyes instantly dropped afraid what he would now do to her, her face full of fear.
“Now we’re going to make this easy aren’t we Bella?” Jimi grinned mischievously.
“Yes Master.” Bella instantly met his eyes and replied.
She then watched as Jimi began typing as her, using her words so perfectly as if he was actually her; convincing everybody that she was more than fine deciding to take a spontaneous and much needed vacation alone, and that she would be back when everything was sorted out that needed to be. Remarkably none of her closest friends or family even asked a single question! Bella knew that her fate was sealed. He was in complete control of her in every possible aspect of her life that she fought so hard to achieve to herself for so many years gone in a single mass email. A tear streaked down her face and she tried her best to not allow a river of angst to follow.
“You have been a much better victim than I expected, especially in your particular circumstance. Your entire life has been one of control, yet you’ve submitted more sufficiently than any of these whores.”
Reaching his leg out in front of him and kicking one of the skulls, it fell down to the bottom of the pile to reveal a huge hole in the back of it; more than likely from a violent rage of blunt force trauma. She wondered what sort of idiotic or random unknown action would cause him to inflict such finality.
Jimi leaned in close to her ear, “Since you have learned so quickly how to behave, I have a reward for you, don’t move.”
Bella smirked and laughed mildly at such instruction as if she could move an inch. Jimi met and held her gaze a moment longer than she was comfortable with before standing up and disappearing upstairs once again.
Leaning back against the wall, Bella started talking to herself once more. A habit picked up in childhood due to being left alone in solitude similar to this, the only person she had to talk to was herself; a familiar yet for once unsettling circumstance.
“Bella, Bella, Bella…” Shaking her head in disappointment, “What are we going to do with you?” sighing knowing full well that the moment her friends and family accepted her fate that the final nail was in the coffin.
No matter what happened here she wasn’t going to leave, and the thought of being just another skull on top of a pile of death was never an aspiration she had in life.
“I truly don’t know what’s worse the fact that I’m probably going to die, or the fact that all I can focus on is the fact that I probably haven’t showered in days and that is the only thing I desire.”
Looking into the eyes of the skull nearby her she started laughing hysterically, talking to it as if she was still alive.
“I’m sure that was the last thing you ever worried about while you were in my place.”
Smiling most vividly and shaking her head at the insane world that she now lived in, she heard the footsteps of Jimi upstairs scurrying about in a frenzied excitement. His heavy boots pounding above her head matching the intensity of her heartbeat. The sweat continued to streak down her filthy flesh leaving streaks of dark brown all over her body. Curling her lip in disgust she leaned her head back and closed her eyes trying to breathe, trying to calm herself. Centering herself knowing any form of resistance was futile and chancing death.
Her mind began to trail off to forms of torture that she had implemented onto so many masochists over the years. Knowing how they relished in the pleasure of suffering for another, she had never been one of these people. She never relished in receiving pain, as her entire life up until the point where she changed her name to Bella and started this life presently, was torture. She knew she’d lost her endurance for pain, to suffer for another was now something she despised more than anything from her past abuse though for Master Jimi it was different. It didn’t make sense to her at all even with the plethora of experience, and knowledge she gained by controlling and abusing others for erotic sport for the past decade. For once she was lost in another brilliant beings macrocosm, and she was the microcos
m that he created.
Master Jimi tidied up his home a spacious, luxuriously comfortable home that catered to sensuality in all facets. Tapestries from countries Bella had been too over the years, antiques adorned every room each with such morbid curiosities that even the most ignorant of individuals would beg to know what story came along with each piece. The sound of his laughter echoed against the walls even though below the floorboards Bella couldn’t hear a thing; nothing except his pounding footsteps.
Listening to everything she said, his cock rock hard with every gasp of pain, every sigh of discontented agony. His footsteps faintly boomed upstairs as he made his way to through his master bedroom and into the bathroom. Filling the expansive tub with hot water and adding heavily scented rose otto and tuberose to the water with a touch of lavender; for soaking and soothing her cuts, scrapes and bruises from such a violent kidnapping. With each drop that permeated the air his eyes closed. The hair stood on his neck and he smiled knowing she would make for thee most delicate sacrifice.
All the while Bella was concerned with the amount of silence that suddenly became her only focus.
“Universe please don’t let me be just another set of bones on an endless pile. Somehow, someway please I beg of you. I’m not ready to leave, I have so much left to do here.”
Master Jimi could here this somber confession through the secret speaker system that ran through the entire house; little did she know that every word she spoke was vividly heard with every aural detail.
“I’ve waited far too long for a beautiful victim that realizes the value of life.”
Master Jimi smiled and continued to roll his neck and crack his knuckles as his carnal heart began to beat; faster and faster the adrenaline of the next phase in his master plan forced his arousal to an all-time high. With a wave of his highly skilled paranormal hands music began to play, the softest most romantic jazz music that any woman could ever long to hear from the depths of her unrequited soul.
Master Jimi arose and waved his other hand the entire bathroom lit up in a glow of candlelight. Staring intently at the windows all the shades drew shut; leaving the bathroom in utter darkness except for each flickering candle. Picking up a chain body harness with locks, keys and leash attachment, Master Jimi made his way downstairs to the first level on the house. Bella heard his heavy footsteps in the torture chamber and instantly her heart rate increased.
Jimi looked onto his monitor and saw her sitting there in fear once more; watching the screen tell him every medical detail about her experience was by far the most titillating. Her heart rate, beeped louder and faster with each heavy footstep, he then began to laugh as he watched her squirm with each step.
“So sensitive, this is going to be such a thrilling ride.”
Master Jimi leaned in close to his monitor zooming in from cameras that were stationed all around her. Her face was so vivid, so expressive; every ounce of emotion was all consuming to his desires.
He began stomping on the ground just to see what would happen. Instantly her face contorted, she looked up and bit her lip in a worried expression hoping he wasn’t angry; tears streaming down her face hoping she would not meet her fate.
“Mmmm I’m going to enjoy this more than anything I have ever enjoyed in all of my lives.”
Master Jimi once again stood up rolled his neck with that intoxicating smile and cracked his knuckles picking up the steel accessories that he would need to make sure she would continue to be such a good girl.
Bella heard the booming steps come closer, with each one her heart beat faster and her breathing matched in identical cadence. Closer he came. She heard each footstep more vividly than she had ever heard any sound before. Each step, the boom, of each planting step, boomed louder and louder her heart raced with her perspiration. He could smell the fear, inhaled it. Consumed every bit of its scent as he marched with a sinister smile and his intense carnal glare that zoned in on her. Targeted her like a hungry wolf that just spotted that wild rabbit, seeing its blood pulse through its veins; coursing through one last dose of life saving adrenaline.
As soon as she saw him approach she began to tear up. She tried so hard to fight her natural instincts, so hard not to say anything but her swollen lips betrayed her;
“Please don’t kill me, I’ll do anything please. I don’t want to die, I have so much purpose left and so many deeds that I haven’t completed.”
Her eyes, big and shining from tear filled glare, sparkled a bright blue green that he instantly got lost in. As he took a long deep calming breath, restraining the initial desire to backhand her so hard that she would black out for disobeying. His neck instantly snapped back and he rolled his piercing eyes down to hers;
“For once in my entire life I am going to ignore the fact that you just blatantly disobeyed me.”
Anger surged through his entire being as Bella calmed for just a moment.
“Perhaps another time.” Before she even realized what was happening, he backhanded her with such ferocity that she was out cold. The blood dripping from her now cracked and swollen lips, he bent down and grabbed her by the back of the head and forced a kiss onto them. Taking in the sweetest, most pure blood he had ever tasted,
“How bizarre you think such a sadistic woman would be filled with dark secrets in her, this doesn’t make any sense.”
Perplexed he laid her head back on the cool soft earth bed beneath her; she looked just like a corpse; with her porcelain skin and her delicate features, yet still warm and fresh. Suddenly Bella gasped as Master Jimi’s voice came through between the ringing in her ears.
“Wake up, and do as you’re told. I have a surprise for you, one that I know you’ll enjoy.”
Wafting the smelling salts under her nose she gasped and tried to focus on him, though for a moment her vision was hazy. She instantly grabbed her jaw, the pounding was severe. She looked him in the eyes not sure what to do, or think for that matter.
“Did I not tell you that if you spoke without permission that you would reap the consequences?” Master Jimi inquired.
“Yes Master.” Bella replied humbly.
“Now be a good girl and take this for the pain, and let me help you stand up. There is no need for this place any longer, unless you choose to continue to misbehave then you will not only find yourself back here; but also like them.”
Bella looked at the pile of bones reminiscent of the catacombs of Paris, her gaze returned to meet his. “Yes Master.”
Pulling her legs towards her body she did her best to stand up, her legs and arms were of no use to her as they trembled and shook unable to support her body at all. Leaning for the wooden post and gripping to pull herself up, Master Jimi stood behind her and helped support her allowing her to lean against him and the pole to get her legs back. Bella’s head gently pressed against the pillar, her hands grasping the pillar on each side waiting his further instructions.
“That’s a good girl, now let’s turn you around.”
Grasping her right arm he pulled her around to allow her back to lean against the wooden pillar as she struggled to maintain composure and her ability to stay standing. She felt the cold steel chain wrap around her waist like a belt, he cinched it close to her body and slid a lock onto the chain. She heard the harsh click of control, her juices began to flow and she faintly moaned. He could smell her arousal instantly. His nostrils flared and his eyes dilated in a frenzied possession.
Gripping her by the hair and forcing her head back, he spoke: “Such a paradox.”
Smiling wickedly he bit down violently onto her chest. Yelping from the unexpected force her legs trembled and her swollen, aching pussy dripped with such ferocity from the blood that shot down to her clit from every extremity.
As Bella opened her eyes in horror she thought, how can I be so aroused at a time like this?!’ She looked down realizing these awful clamps were still attached to
her painfully sore hard pink nipples.
“Such a distracting experiment.” Jimi shook himself out of his intoxicated haze and grabbed another chain, this one was meant for her wrists.
“Now lean back, don’t worry I won’t let you fall. Put your wrists out in front of you and hold them together for Master.” Bella instantly obeyed, “Good girl.”
Master Jimi smiled so pleased that this sacrifice was finally cooperating. Oh how he despised having to hurt them, having to break them down into submission; when they could make it so much easier on themselves but most importantly, him.
Wrapping the chains around her wrists in the rhythm of a figure eight, he then placed a lock into the center of the chains and her wrists were bound to each other. She bit her lip, why was this causing her such erotic energy?
Master Jimi then proceeded to lock her wrists to her chain waisted belt and attached a steel collar around her neck, so cold against her flesh that it instantly dropped her temperature and her skin began to ripple all over from the frigid metal. Master Jimi then proceeded to reach for her waist, as he reached for the slack that hung from her naked body she thought to herself, what torture so close yet so far…. Biting her lip fiercely Jimi laughed tapping into her mind ever since he brought her here, he possessed this connection. If only she knew that not even her mind was an escape from his clutches.
“Follow me my pretty piece of flesh.”
With the final piece of chain attached to the center of the three O-ring steel contraption, she proceeded to trail slowly behind him right next to the pile of girls.