“I’m coming for you darling, I promised I’d never let you go.”
She sent this message to Sara and felt it hit her instantly, she knew she wasn’t too far now, she was closer than she ever could imagine, all this time. Her talons growing to reach between the wood and concrete paneling and to pry open this doorway, it took every bit of strength in her physical body to move this. She realized it must’ve been set up on a very ornate system to open so effortlessly for him as it did that night. When he came inside her room, dreaming and adoring, watching and waiting to see if she’d awaken to her destiny.
“Ugh!”
Kyle yelled driving back in the snow, his bag of tools long since packed up, his foot hitting the gas, hoping acceleration would ensure she felt his anger coursing through his being.
“She’s prying the fucking door open in her goddamn room!”
“It’s impossible, there’s no way a mere mortal woman could ever open this door without powers beyond our understanding.”
Kyle continued out loud feeling the dark energy of Darkeel swimming around.
“What are we going to do to her Boss?”
She saw his eyes over the steering wheel, his penetrating eyes flashing with that devilish grin that terrified her soul to the core, followed by his voice;
“You’ve been a very, very bad girl Jess, looks like you’ll make it into my little collection after all.”
Kyle’s voice boomed in her psyche as she felt the air escape her lungs. Gasping her body shuddered and slammed against the wall at the very top step of the entrance. He continued;
“I know you can hear me Jess, I know everything there is to know about you, even your extrasensory abilities. I see all, don’t you remember our little chat? I’m never too busy to correct a mistake, never.”
Kyle’s voice stopped echoing in her mind, she instantly sent back a message, “I’m so sorry, I just hope you’ll grant me the courtesy of sharing my final words with you before you bury me out back.”
Jess’s voice was torn, he could feel the self-loathing in her energy, hear the sadness in her voice, he knew there was something missing, a crucial piece to this puzzle of impulsive and suicidal actions. For the first time he was moved, his anger culled inside, even the usual taunting’s of Darkeel’s constant interruptions were as silent as the grave.
As his boot pressed firmly into the gas pedal, the truck roared and he sped forth towards home long into the silence and chill of the night. This feeling of invasion was more than unsettling, it was maddening to a man like Kyle, and the only hard limit he possessed in life was being at ease when those he never suspected breached the intricate security of his entire world. The blood rushed to his neck, he could feel the pulsing and beating of his heart in his throat, knowing every secret he ever kept was now being explored without his control, without the ability to gauge somebody into this world, he knew they’d be overwhelmed by the sights waiting for them down below.
“You were fucking perfect. Why did you have to ruin it?!”
He yelled, taking the wild turns and bends of these roads far too fast in this weather, but still he prevailed speeding closer and closer towards his home mere miles away, it would only be twenty minutes or so more before his headlights would be winding down the dirt gravel path towards Burnett Manor.
“Please forgive me, Oh God I can’t wait anymore, I have to know if she’s down here.”
Jess focused her powers and the lights illuminated each step echoed, towards her descent to hell, on her way down she noticed every so often intricate stones with symbols upon them. Each more unique and defying understanding with symbols and archaic imagery that spoke to the soul, the very core of the man who created this passageway by hand. Realizing she didn’t have much time, she continued forward and down, deeper and deeper into the jowls of the ravenous creature waiting for her below. In that moment Kyle’s foot let off the gas pedal and he started to relax;
“At least she’s focused on other things tonight, I’d have no choice but to kill her if she found my office, she can’t find what’s gathered in there, no one can. You’re safe for now my pet, but not for fucking long.”
His mind continued to chatter with a sentence that resonated through the trees and over the hills hitting Jess in the pit of her stomach as she heard his voice firmly state:
“I’ll bend you until you break, tonight your formal training begins.”
Chapter 12:
Nocturnal Pulse
“There’s not much time, I have to do this.”
Jess continued faster, her pace quickening her steps formerly silent now echoing deep down into the chambers of this dark underworld. She heard the screams of torture, followed by the sounds of sheer unbridled ecstasy, which instantly jolted back to amplified sounds of terror. The empathic sensations were overwhelming, she felt herself shocked, burned, electrocuted and fucked simultaneously. She heard the wailing cries and fleeting screams of angry outbursts filling the room below;
“Oh god, No, he’s coming back, Shhh, Shut the fuck up before he kills us all!”
Jess froze, the entire hallway grew expanding beyond her peripheral view and blacking out her sight. She knew that voice, she heard those pleas so many times in her dungeon back home across the sea, it couldn’t be, it just couldn’t be… was it really her?
Finally at long last her boots struck the basement floor, what she saw defied the dark dreams of Mistress Bella’s carnal heart, her ultimate dream dungeon. The entrance was closely guarded with a small desk, just above covered in closed circuit televisions that were wired on every floor. In every corner of every room above and inside this dungeon paradise that her sadistic heart had hoped she’d create for herself someday. Each row of closed circuit TV’s were categorized to match the floors of this impossibly intricate mansion.
The top row was entirely of Jess’s room, there were too many cameras to count. Kyle truly had seen, heard and known absolutely everything. Her mind was overwhelmed realizing all this time she thought she had a chance to beat him at his own game, never imagining that he was decades, even centuries beyond her mind and foresight’s capabilities. Her eyes wandered down to the next row of televisions, one in his private study upstairs, and a few in each office, to keep his eye on employees along with their complaints that they never cared to share with him at weekly board meetings. The next row following was the entire first floor of the house, from kitchen, formal dining room, the living room and random kitchens for both staff and family. Her eyes trailing down to the final row, each one with a special word under, elaborating to their best qualities. In a single word defining them and their entire being in a single role for kink. Each television screen showing the very women she heard all this time from above, from sensual moans that she saw on screen now, to tortured faces wincing in pain.
Her eyes danced over them, they were just behind her, beyond this very first cage’s stone wall barrier. All she had to do was step inside and the entire room would scream or fall to silence. Realizing that he wasn’t coming, not yet at least, tonight some preternatural creature arrived to silence their fears while introducing entirely new more horrifying ones in the process. The oddest screen without a woman inside was labeled Masterpiece. If Jess only knew what it meant, she had no idea, only a haunting feeling that she was running out of time.
She sat down wondering what she was going to do, and worse, what Kyle was going to do to her?! The chair beckoned her to rest and wait for the judge, jury and executioner to arrive home. He wasn’t far now, she felt his rage, his power, his thirst for balancing the scales, she knew he wouldn’t be kind, not tonight, tonight of all nights this was the one she would have to put up a fight, wondering and hoping if it wouldn’t be for her life. As her mind continued to invoke fear into her being as well as his dominant rage that coursed through the snow like kryptonite, her eyes fell upon the screen of a woman with long black h
air, completely naked and dangling on a cross. Severely injured and covered in deep bleeding lacerations, her eyes welled up with tears she wondered if he’d be back to finish what he started. As her head fell back onto the cross the light in the cage illuminated her face entirely;
“Sara…” Jess whispered in complete and utter shock, she inched her way towards the cage right behind her the wall that was keeping her presence private from the others imprisoned here, her eyes sparkling she peered around and placed her latex clad hands around the bars.
She peered inside quietly clicking her tongue to the top of her mouth, Sara smiled and did her best not to cry but the tears welled up inside her and poured forth from her face;
“Oh my Goddess. You found me!” She wept and cried;
“I swore I was going to die here, I’ve seen others give up and disappear, never to be seen again, but I knew you’d come for me my love, please get me out of here!” Jess smiled;
“Shhh my darling, soon we’ll be together again, I wish I could break you out and flee this place tonight, but unfortunately things just aren’t that easy, not anymore. I’ll explain later, please you have to trust me.” Sara screamed in anger;
“What do you mean Mistress?! I’ve been here since I left that night, defying your wishes and wondering if you’d come find me and I woke up here! I can’t take it anymore, let me out! Please Mistress please, I beg of you, help me! You don’t know what he’s like, I’ve never feared anyone but you before.”
“My beautiful Sara, I wish I had the time to explain, he’ll be here any minute now, Shhh, please my pet, you must be quiet. If the others hear you we’ll both be slaughtered tonight, just hang on, I’m here, it’ll only be a little longer, I promise you, on my life.”
Jess looked her deep into her eyes trying not to cry;
“Don’t play games Mistress, let me out before it’s too late.”
Jess didn’t realize how powerful Kyle truly was, if she’d only listen to the pleas of her screaming concubine that was stolen in the night clear across the other side of the world. Kyle had a profound ability to bend, shape and reform time, instantly taking away those additional twenty minutes Jess had to prepare, she thought she felt his car coming over the final hill, as the headlights smeared in blood penetrated red into the kitchen windows. She saw exactly what Kyle and Darkeel wanted her to see, a ploy a comforting trap to keep her mind busy while Sara continued to beg for her release.
He was already upstairs, picking up the pair of goggles that fell to the floor without Jess’s knowledge, he was crouching down and inhaling her scent from his sheets. Her sumptuous ass formed into the layers of fabric, as he dangled the goggles from his right forefinger he reached up and pulled on the sconce above his nightstand. The wall instantly moving forward he wandered deep inside;
“Lights,” the candles fumed on and the tunnel glowed in vivid light. His boots started plummeting below each one a bit louder than before. He could hear their voices already, from the usual screams and sounds of torture to this delicate, beautiful and appeasing conversation shared between Jess and one of his prized possessions.
Who is she talking to? Or better yet, why? Kyle pondered doing his best to figure out what the hell she was doing down here in the first place. His bag of tools still over his shoulder he descended to the basement’s dungeon floor and set his ominous boots silently upon them.
He was still wearing his hooded coat, his eyes shielded from her view, only his lips and jawline revealing an inkling of his identity and only to those who’d ever seen his face to begin with. He stared at her across the room watching her speak to Sara the one he referred to as Untamable and watched this interlude between Jess and his unfinished project unfold;
“How is it that you know this woman who I brought back one night on vacation?”
His mind now turning, cogs and wheels moving and grinding towards answers, but thus far one could not be formulated. This was far too bizarre of a mystery for even Kyle, for the first time Darkeel was silent. As much in wonder of this adventurous creature who was completely absorbed in calming down her lover, hoping she’s gained her silence before she expected him to enter the way she came down here. Her head looking to her right fearing he’d be there standing over her, ready to kill. Or worse, to keep her here forever in such a visceral state, she’d lose her mind, she’d endured long term torture before in similar circumstances and she vowed she’d never find herself in a cage again, not unwillingly at least.
As he stood there hearing these two share such sweet intimate exchanges, he was compelled to keep Sara alive; at least for now he finally had incentive to tame her into submission. The others were so willing, at least after the third month had passed, but she was nearly at twenty and she vowed to submit to no man or woman besides Mistress Belladonna. The words never made much sense to him, he just thought it was due to her preference for women versus men that made this path to bliss so difficult for her instead of easing her into such a well-kept life for as long as they lasted.
In a single gust of wind that Kyle channeled from his core and sent rushing down the dungeon towards Jess instantly alarming her senses and provoking her survival instincts to do exactly what he wanted her to do. She looked over to her left, her eyes so big that he could see them vividly from across the dungeon. As soon as she looked he pulled his head back and his right arm extended out in front of him;
Sleep.
She heard his voice say inside her head and instantly Jess fell into a comatose state, floating in the air above where she was just standing, her hood falling back and her red hair plummeting down in waves of fire. Her eyes were closed and she appeared as if she was floating underwater in stasis,
“What did you do to her?! Noooooooo! I’ll fucking kill you!”
Sara screamed and with her last ounce of strength tore off the leather restraints holding her wrist to the cross, “You can’t take her away from me, not again!” her screams echoed filling the room.
A profound gesture of love but not strong enough to free her from these bindings, or even from this cage; all she could do was watch as her beloved floated away in frozen stasis out of sight, in the direction that all of the previous women in cages vanished, never to be seen or heard from again.
Chapter 13:
Pendulous Inquisition
The smell of iron was thick in the cold night air, in the distance, screams were heard yet echoed through layers of stone. As she awoke to a dark room the only feeling that was tangible was the cold steel table beneath her body, and the tight feeling of restriction that she felt across her latex clad torso, wrists, ankles, legs and neck. Her entire body was locked delicately into place, yet the firmness of each leather strap ensured she’d never move an inch without His permission.
“I believe these are yours.” Kyle’s voice trailed from the corner of the room, she couldn’t see his face just an ominous figure sitting in the shadows with his lips parted, curled in a devious state, he’d waited centuries it felt for this moment, how she knew so little of what was waiting for her tonight, and how long this plan of his had been implemented. As Jess tried to look around to see where she was, she noticed a flickering light above her head, the twinkling of antique slaughterhouse equipment, her nipples were instantly erect under her skin tight latex cat suit.
“You really are a rare breed of woman Jess, it never ceases to amaze me what invokes passion in your dark soul, most women would scream for their life in this moment, but you?”
He stood walking towards her, watching her pussy mound swell at the mere thought of his touch, his presence was already more than overwhelming to the senses.
“You’re perpetually wet for torture.” He leaned in close smelling her scent escaping from between her legs;
“I find that when one knows who one’s captor is, it’s much easier to find arousal, dear God! What are you going to do to me?”
Jess bit her bottom lip looking up into the darkness seeing that these antiquated slaughterhouse devices were now constructed into a crude guillotine. Rusted the only glimmer of its presence now residing in the one inch of metal blade that was still shiny, and stained blood red.
“Please don’t kill Sara, she’s my world, and quite literally everything that I’ve ever built in it.” Jess started to cry, continuing on;
“I realize I have absolutely no place to request anything from you, tonight or any night after this, if those even exist anymore, but please Kyle, I beg of you, don’t kill my girl.” Kyle’s hands reached for Jess’s face, softly brushing the tears from her eyes and looking deep into them;
“As usual you captivate me with your boldness, tell me your story. I want to know of the woman who created the untamable cunt who’s endured and survived more torture over the past ten months now than any other creature that I’ve captured on my hunts before. Perhaps your tale will buy you yet another night in this world of mine, but first.”
Kyle smiled wickedly, dropping his hood and revealing his face, his piercing eyes penetrated deeply into her soul, she felt his warmth pooling into her chest and radiating throughout her body.
He reached for the zipper of her cat suit and slowly unzipped her, watching her luscious breasts spill forth towards the center, two ripe melons, her nipples were painfully hard now causing her to hiss aloud;
“First you’re going to tell me how you discovered who I really am. Then if I like what I hear I’ll let you finish the rest of your little tale.”
Kyle slowly touched his hands from her bellybutton up through the center of her breasts, gently teasing the soft, warm skin that ached for him more than he ached to torture beautiful women to the very brink of ecstasy and existence. As his warm hands wrapped around the bottom of each full breast teasing the nerves along her rib cage, she tremored in pleasure moaning, unable to keep quiet any longer, this had been the longest week of her life. Kyle started to laugh deviously, as his curious eyes waited to see what this sex kitten would do next to find comfort in even the strangest of circumstances.
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