by Sara Fields
Chapter Five
Kassandra
I woke up in a white room, secured to a bed with thick, bulky leather straps. My wrists were bound to the bed down by my hips and despite all my attempts to loosen them, they didn’t budge. The lights were dimmed in what I assumed was some half-assed attempt to mimic nighttime. The walls were a dull cream color and they were padded. It didn’t take long for me to figure out that I had been committed to some sort of insane asylum.
During the day, the lights came on. At least, I thought it was daytime. I no longer had any track of time whatsoever. It didn’t really matter though.
Doctors came and went. Some of them talked about my periods of blindness and deafness, others talked about the possibility of schizophrenia and the fact that I was talking to voices in my head. Others spoke about my visions, several chatted about post-traumatic stress disorder, and one particularly zealous man preached that I was possessed by the devil.
Maybe he was right.
The longer I was imprisoned, the more the visions came. Soon, Markos consumed my every waking thought. Sometimes he would come to me and tell me about how he was going to fuck me, about how I was fated to be his, how he was meeting the demands of an ancient prophecy to make me his and how eventually he was going to rule the world with me at his side. I began to crave his darkness.
He told me once that he had mastered my body and soon, my mind would follow.
I shook my head, trying to force him from my thoughts, but it didn’t work.
Instead, he sat by my side in the padded room and drifted his fingers across my scalp, trailing along the dampness of my sweaty brow. With just his touch, my body reacted violently, exploding with an intense desire that left me breathless and wanting.
“Kassandra, can’t you feel it? Don’t you want me to fuck you again? Don’t you want to feel my seed dripping down your thighs once more?”
As he spoke the words, I could feel my body reacting to every syllable of his voice. It was more powerful than before and without him even touching my sex, I already wanted to come. It was as though his voice was liquid heat and I could do nothing but crave it.
“Markos,” I whispered desperately, ravenous desire boiling in the depths of my belly.
“You know better than to address me in such a manner. Don’t make me take you over my knee and teach you again. I’m sure you’re still sore from my belt and the whip, aren’t you,” he purred, his tone laced with warning. My tummy flipped inside me, panic and desire intermingling in an enticing mixture that left me wanting.
“Yes, Master, I’m sorry,” I replied, lowering my voice demurely as to not anger him. I didn’t want him to punish me, yet my body still smoldered at the threat.
“Good girl,” he mused quietly, and my heart jumped at the notion that I had pleased him. My eyes followed him as he gripped the leather straps in his fingers, pulling them gently through the buckles and freeing me, limb by limb.
When he finished, he had given me my liberty. I was free from my prison.
“Now that I have freed you, my warrior, what are you going to do to do in order to repay me?” he asked, his tone heated with seduction and power. It was intoxicating, and my core tightened with a force I’d never experienced before.
Suddenly, the cotton garments I’d been wearing itched something horribly. They felt too tight, too constraining and I wanted them off immediately. I gripped the stretchy waistband and shucked them down my waist, kicking them off as quickly as I could. I pulled the long-sleeve shirt up and over my head and then I was naked before him. I breathed out slowly with relief. So much better.
It felt right. He smiled with pleasure. I had satisfied him once more.
I laid back on the bed slowly as I spread my legs for him. My body hummed with need and only he could give me what I craved.
“Master, please,” I begged.
“What do you want, Kassandra?” he questioned, his voice barely above a whisper.
“I need to come. I need your cock inside me,” I pleaded.
Desire ran rampant inside me and I didn’t even care anymore that it might be real or maybe it wasn’t. He snarled and pressed down on me, his weight on mine and the heat of his cock pressed up against my wet, clenching pussy.
“Does your cunt need its master?” he asked quietly, and I screamed with my arousal.
“Yes. Please,” I replied, sounding forlorn and crazed with lust.
He unbuckled his slacks and I looked on in a haze of passionate, uncontrollable desire. The head of his cock pressed at my slick, needy entrance. I sighed with my excitement.
His heat pressed into me and my pussy gave way. I was unprepared for his girth and my body struggled to accommodate him, but I didn’t care. I took every inch he gave me and more. The wet sounds of our fucking were loud and intense, and I wondered if the doctors watching me could see. In some little demented part of me, I hoped they could. I hoped it made them jealous that I had a master who would take such good care of me.
His hips slapped mine, feral and animalistic, and I knew by the strength of his thrusts that I would feel sore and used for days.
“What is wrong with her? How’d she free herself?” a strange male voice said close to my ear. I ignored it.
I wound my arms around Markos as he fucked me, scratching my nails down his back as he snarled back at me. The sound of it made my body quiver beneath him.
“You were made to take my cock, little warrior. You were always meant to be mine and nothing will ever take you away from me,” he said, and my arousal surged.
I moaned. I screamed. I begged for more and still, he gave it to me. Nothing could stop us from coming together now. My pussy clenched his cock, demanding every last inch and he filled me full to the brim. His hard length demanded my submission and I gave it to him. His power over me was consuming, intoxicating, and utterly addicting.
Maybe it was fate after all? Maybe he was meant to have me?
Pleasure rose within me, demanding release and I didn’t fight it. I gave into it all and just when I was about to come, Markos faded away. I screamed with frustration, left tense and ravenous with desire.
No. Please. This couldn’t be happening.
Cruel fingers gripped at my arms, my legs and I cried out at the pain from them. The sounds of screams and shouts of concern was deafening, and I just wanted it all to stop.
A needle pushed into my arm, sharp and prickly and I started to feel woozy. Not long after that, a blanket of darkness swept across my sight and the sensation of falling drifted over me. I knew no more after that.
* * *
When I woke, I had a moment of clarity that I hadn’t had since before my time at Markos’ villa. I looked around, taking in incandescent light bulbs over my head. Stark white padded walls. A single round table in one corner of the room. I was still in the asylum. I blinked and saw that I wasn’t alone either. There was a ring of doctors around me and all of them were discussing the rather poor state of my mind. They talked about my uncontrollable lust like I wasn’t even there, and I could do nothing to stop them. I whimpered quietly, but they ignored me. Even when I shouted at them, they didn’t even turn in my direction.
I tried to move my hands, but they didn’t budge. They had bound me with the leather straps once more, tying me even tighter now.
I closed my eyes and silently prayed for Markos to come free me from my prison and rescue me from this asylum. I wasn’t crazy, and he was the only one who knew that.
The men and women surrounding me couldn’t come to a single conclusion about what was wrong with me and I fell into another restless sleep. Eventually they left me alone when the lights dimmed and then I fantasized about Markos once more.
He would return some nights, fucking me into oblivion by taking my pussy, whereas other times, he’d demand to take my mouth or my ass. At first, I struggled, but he always managed to subdue the fight within me, whether with pleasure or pain, or sometimes both. I would have countless orgasm
s under his control and I grew helplessly dependent on his demands. I began to crave him.
Soon, his visits consumed my entire night. I began to snooze during the day and the doctors grew apprehensive about my unusual sleep patterns, jabbering on about something involving circadian rhythms and all that. I turned my head away instead, thinking about the way Markos touched my flesh and the way every nerve in my body seized with heat.
One night, he was much later than usual, and I begged him to come to me. After what felt like hours, he finally appeared, and he gave me exactly what I needed, although he spanked me first, which made me even more desperate than I had been before.
He punished me, and I groveled at his feet. By the end of the night, I made it up to him as much as I could, giving him access to all of me. I spread for him in so many ways that by the time morning came, I passed out from the pleasure he had so graciously granted me in return.
The next day, the doctors began talking about some new clinical trial, about a new magical drug that was supposed to block the visions from my mind and free me from my torment. They talked for hours and I ignored them to the best of my ability, but it was useless. Their constant bickering kept me awake, an unending chatter that wouldn’t stop and I couldn’t sleep, despite my exhaustion. Eventually, I heard them say that they all agreed that I was the perfect candidate for such an experiment and I was to be put into the patient pool immediately. They didn’t ask me if I wanted it though and when I protested, they ignored me.
I hated this place. I wanted out.
The next day, I was forced to swallow a handful of pills. There were three of them: one purple, one pink, and one a dark red color.
I refused at first, but then they threatened me with a cattle prod. I stared at them in horror, listening to the voltage crackle. The nurses by the doctor’s side glared at me with the unquestionable threat that they would follow through. Helpless against them, I was forced to comply with their wishes.
After that, I swallowed my pills like a dutiful little patient.
Markos never came that night.
I cried and sobbed for his return, but I was left isolated and abandoned. My pleasure smoldered beneath my skin, heated and needy for release, but I was left waiting.
He never came for me.
I sobbed all night.
Each day, the doctors came and forced me to take the pills. I was tortured with a clear mind, but my body demanded Markos to return, for his stern dominance to claim my submission and my utter devotion. Not only that, but my mind began to falter as well. I wanted him and soon, I became ravenous for him.
I’d do anything to bring him back.
My visions disappeared. I no longer heard his voice or saw us together, not even once. I wept, my pleasure unanswered and disregarded by everyone overseeing my treatment.
Forced into abstinence, I was miserable. Eventually, the doctors stopped coming to make me take the pills because they didn’t need to anymore. I fell into a numb state of mind, where I just obeyed and took them, despite the fact that they kept me from the one man I really needed.
Markos.
Even with the pills blocking him from coming to me, he was the only thing I could think about. He consumed my every waking thought.
The more I was made to deny him, the more frenzied I became to have him.
I began to grow angry. Furious that the doctors had the nerve to deprive me of him.
I grew desperate enough to touch myself. Night after night I tried to bring myself to completion, but it never worked. He wasn’t there to guide me. Even so, it felt wrong without him watching over me. It felt like disobedience.
Since I had been marked for good behavior, the doctors had released me from my bed prison. They had taken the leather straps away and I was grateful for it. I was granted the right to my own bathroom and even though I was under constant supervision from a camera in the corner of the room, I was given my freedom to wander around my small chamber.
Without Markos though, I felt hollow.
Day blurred into night. I no longer knew what day of the week it was or even what month I was in, but I no longer cared. I’d lost my job and my friends. I’d been committed to a fucking insane asylum and then, they had the nerve to take away the only thing that mattered to me anymore, the only person who brought me pleasure in this world. Soon, I came to realize that the only thing I needed to do was to figure out how to bring him back.
Unfulfilled and incomplete, like I was missing a crucial part of me. I couldn’t hang on much longer.
I needed Markos and he needed me.
I searched my surroundings, trying to figure out how I could fix this. It didn’t take me long to find out which angles the camera captured and which ones it didn’t. If I went to the far-left corner of my room, next to my bed and drew on the paper they gave me, I knew they couldn’t see what I was doing because my body blocked the view. It was the blind spot that I crucially needed.
Soon, I came up with a plan.
I would take my dinner and place the tray on the table, in full view of the camera. I’d pretend to take the pills, but instead of swallowing them like a good little patient, I’d tuck them into the corner of my cheek. Then, when I settled down to color in the corner, I’d spit them out and hide them beneath the carpet, at least for a little while.
When I got up, I’d gather them into my fingers and race off to the bathroom, pretending to pee, but dropping the pills into the toilet instead. With a quick flush, they would disappear forever. It was a flawless plan. And it worked. The doctors overseeing my treatment had no idea.
Day after day I did this, until Markos finally returned to me.
But he didn’t touch me. Instead, he just watched me.
“Kassandra,” he purred.
“Yes, Master,” I answered, tasting the sound of my voice over the dryness of my tongue.
He was back. My relief was overwhelming.
“I’m so proud of what you’ve done. You were free of me, but still, you wanted me back. Your mind isn’t whole without me anymore, is it, my little warrior?”
I mewled in response. I wanted him to stop talking and just fuck me, but still, he didn’t touch me. Instead, he sat on the edge of the bed and kept his distance from me. It irritated me, but I was careful not to show it. He was in control, not me and if I showed my displeasure, he would only punish me for it. He’d been gone so long, and I just wanted him to be happy with me. I reached for him and he slapped my hand away.
“You need to do something more for me, Kassandra,” he murmured.
“Whatever you want,” I whimpered. My clit pulsed painfully between my legs.
“Touch yourself. Make yourself come on my command and I will tell you how you may escape from this asylum. I’ll set you free, my Warrior of Light,” he commanded, and my heart pulsed with hope.
“You’d free me from here?”
“I will, but you must give yourself over to me first. You must make your mind submit to my demands and then, I’ll help you get away from this wretched place,” he promised, his voice warm and seductive.
I hung onto every word.
I licked my lips, sucking in my lower lip nervously as I gazed back at him. His dark eyes bored into mine, the red flecks in his dark irises flickering like dancing flames. My inner walls fluttered with excitement and my body heated at the insinuation that he was going to watch me find my pleasure.
Slowly I leaned back, gripping the waistband of my stretchy white cotton pants.
“Push them down to mid-thigh. I want you to keep them on.”
I obeyed. With my pants around my legs, I could only keep them open so wide. I laid back, putting my head on the pillows and breathed deeply, filling my nose with his masculine, smoky scent. Hesitantly, I slid my fingers across my breasts and down the curves of my belly, drifting across the outline of my hipbone. Markos tensed beside me and I stopped. With a small smile, he laid his palm on my ankle. My body reacted violently with lust and my core tremble
d with desire.
“Go on. Touch yourself for me. Give me all of your desire,” he directed gently.
I did as he bid me. My fingers glided down my soft mound, deep into my folds. With a gasp, I realized I was already soaked. Just being in his presence excited me and there was nothing I could do to stop it. My body lusted for him and now, my mind was beginning to want him too.
My fingertip glided over top of my clit and I shuddered with pleasure. My arousal made my skin slick and I dipped my digits between my folds, one by one, gathering my wetness. Holding his eyes with mine, I dragged liquid heat up and over my needy bud and circled it, slowly at first. The more I continued, the more desperate I became. I hadn’t been able to stoke my pleasure like this for days, maybe even weeks. He was here now though, and my body was reacting to his presence, hot, ready, and incredibly needy. Lust swirled through my veins, my heart hammering excitedly, and my blood was so warm that I felt feverish with heat.
“Tease yourself. Bring yourself to the edge and go no further until I give you permission to come for me.”
Pressing lightly with the flat of my fingers, I fueled my pleasure until my flesh felt like it was burning with it. Blazing desire raced through my veins and I trembled with it, forever caught in his power, but I couldn’t bring myself to hate it anymore.
I had at first, but now I wondered if I was made for this. If I was always meant to be his, just like he had said. Somehow, it felt right.
My thighs quivered, and I struggled to open them wider, but my pants still held me captive. I wanted to take them off, but he had told me not to. The thought flashed away into nothingness and I was let with only my desire to please him. He was usually the one to give me pleasure. This was the first time he’d allowed me to put my hands anywhere on my body and I was rejoicing under his authority he held over me.
I panted with it, my breath like fire in my throat.
I pressed down on my clit a little harder.
