Punishing Victoria (Closed for One)

Punishing Victoria (Searching for one male)

Victoria sat back on her heels, her head down and her long, dark lashes hiding her eyes. She wore only a collar, the chain that was hooked to the d-ring securely cemented into the club's wall. Her hands were cuffed behind her, the cold metal cuffs tight enough that they cut into her nerves painfully. It was hard not to squirm, but it was harder not to cry out from pain when she did squirm.

Having already displeased one of the club's elite members, she had been chained in teh punishment ring with the other boys and girls who had earned the wrong kind of attention. Victoria had gone over the line, though, and the owner of the club would punish her himself. She waietd impatiently, unsure of whether it was worse to wait, or to be punished.

The commotion of the elite fetish club continued aroudn her as if she was froxzen in time, forgotten.

Her trespass? She had refused her Master for the night. She had spat at him, kciked him, even bit him. On her best nights, she was a fiery one, not yet broken- but this had been her worst night. She had been brought in and sold to the club by a man who did not know how to train her, who could not even control her enough to punish her when she struck out at him.

She did not look up as the otehrs were taken from teh circle one by one, and before long she was alone. She trembled some when she heard her name spoken- every one knew what was comign for her. Se would be taken to the "Extreme", a room meant specificly for the worst kinds of punishment. Though few would be allowed to actually watch her punishment s it happened, it would be taped and it would be shown to the clun in the following weeks as she knelt before the massive flat screen, facing those that would draw enjoyment from her shame, from her pain.

Finally, she knew her time had come. She heard the door to the "Extreme" open, and then close and she felt the presence of the large man behind her. SHe trembled and bent her head forward more, letting her hair fall over her shoulders. The ball gag that kept her from speaking almso muffled the small whimper that escaped her as she tried hard not to think about what was to come.

It would be the longest night of her life.

OOc: I hate doign this but . . *bump*

((OOC: Your closed part is what had me wondering... May I?))

Damien's crew cut hair was etched slyly to some archaic design, rich creamy skin was tanned to perfection. His thickly muscled chest was barely contained in the tight, black tee, to make up for it his legs were let to be loosely covered by long black pants. His military metal toed boots and shades that constantly were perched above his head were the last two things that adorned his body.

With two deep set black eyes, powerfully muscled arms and a face that had that look that simply said, 'Fuck off.' He was an intimidating presence, even from behind. Especially from behind; as one could not know what he was about to do. He had started this club, run this club, and he thoroughly owned everything in it with the same iron fist he greeted his slaves with.

Most of his customers were rich, and in charge of something in one form or another, but when anyone walked through these doors. They knew who was in charge. "Hello Victoria." His voice was deep, full of bass and reverberated slightly around the walls. Two of his favorite toys came out quickly, a razor sharp utility knife and his lighter, the one that had his high school football state-championship teams name and his position engraved in gold on it. Bulldogs. Linebacker. The numbers looked like they dripped of blood, just as his voice dripped with malice, "Been a bad girl, haven't we?" He asked, his voice still holding it's commanding, resounding tone to it.

Victora seemed to shrink when she heard The Master's voice behind her. She bit her lip, and even whimpered, turning her wrists in the steel handcuffs. Her heartbeat raced and she squirmed a bit, wishing that she could turn to see the man that would be taking retribution on her for her actions.

"I didn't do anything that he didn't deserve."

Even faced with the penalty of breaking a very serious rule, Victoria remained sure of herself, almost full of herself. Her fingers curled into teh palm of her hand and she tried not to guess what was going to come first. Her body was slender, a single tattoo running down the center of her back, something tribal and reminiscent of a rose. She was a pettite woman, by any definiteion. Even standing at ehr full height, she was only just over five feet with narrow shoulders and a small frame.

"I'd do it again too."

Her voice was sweet evenw ith the harde edge too it, and it refused to temble as she proclaimed her innocence.

Damien knew better then to talk with any of these slaves, often they believed so strongly in whatever the hell they clung to, it only took him to break the spirit out of them. His lips widened in a silent grin that Victoria would never see. The lighter clicked and the small flame flickered into being, Damien tilted his head and ran his knife blade back and forth through the flame. Enjoying the slight sounds it made as the metal warmed and swirled through the fire, "Then you having nothing else to add before I begin?" His question was more rhetorical, or even a statement then an actual question; but he was simply waiting for the glow to appear on the sharp blade of his knife.

The tone of his voice and the particular words he spoke made Victoria second guess her answer. SHe shuddered some, but lifted her head. SHe had too much rpide to try to look over her shoulder to see him.

"No." Again,s he broke a cardinal rule. She did not speak to him as if he were her Master, she did not even acknowledge himas The Master, instead she spoke as if he were an equal and she chose to sit in such a manner. Still, a tremble moved through her body, and she grew nervous with every passing moment. The longer it was before he touched her, befor ehe began the punishment, the worse the beginning would be.

Still, she did not give in to the silent tension. She jsut sat as proudly as she could, as defiantly as she could, and stared strait ahead, at the peopel on teh other side of teh glass. Among them, the man she had bitten.

Damien spoke slowly, softly as he twisted the blade in the fire, "Good." It was a simple word that meant very much, he enjoyed doing this, and with this one in particular, he would have a joyful time. His head cocked to the side as he finished the blade, the sharp edge glowed a red hot, the lighter snapped shut with a clink of metal upon metal. "Then we will begin." He placed just the tip of his blade against her right butt cheek, the sizzling flesh smelled and sounded wonderful. Then he drew it down, snapped it down, the hot metal melted the skin together after the sharp blade split it open. One long line of steaming, melted skin lay straight down cheek.

Victoria cied out when the blade first touch, burning, ut she screamed when it sliced into her flesh an seared it shut all at once. SHe gasped as she leaned forward as fa r as she could without toppling. She strained against the chain that kept her against the wall. Trembling, she took a deep breath a moment after teh blade was removed from ehr flesh, and she blinked back tears of pain.

"I didn't deserve that!" It was both a wine and a protest, as she trembled at the man's feet.

Damien again said nothing, he only moved the blade from one cheek to the other, again making the small puncture before drawing the blade straight down her cheek. He loved to watch them scream, to writhe helplessly as he tortured their bodies, when the finally broke, it was almost as good as climaxing. As he finished the last stroke, he brought out the lighter again calmly, then began reheating his blade as he watched the shudders run through Victoria's body. He knew nothing could be more horrible then being tortured by him, but even more then that was being tortured by something, not just some person. Moving the focus from him, to the blade, he would not respond.

Victoria screamed again and gave a small whimper, trying to crawl away from him on her knees. SHe didnt' get far, only a foot or two, and she felt anger and fear swell in her chest.

"Please, I didn't do anything that bad!" She seemed angry as much as depserate to be heard. SHe wanted free, she hadn't asked to be here. She had been sold to the club, to teh man that now made her pay for her mistakes.

"I want ot go home, not be some toy for all of the disgusting men and women that come here!"

Damien frowned as she began to try and crawl away, he reached down after putting his lighter safely away and pulled her up to her feet by her hair. The blade hovered closely to her back, just below the shoulder blade, it's heated metal nearly blistering her back from just being so close. Then the tip touched, but it did not even break the skin, only hissed as it left a red, sizzling mark all the way up her shoulder blade.

He was going to break her with pain, the only way he knew how, once she turned into a blubbering, pleading, crying bitch who would do whatever the master commanded, only then would he be finished with her. Damien felt the faintest of urges deep in his cock, but ignored them for now, what he was doing now was nearly as powerful for him as the actual sex.

Victoria yelped as she was jerked to her feet by her hair, and then screamed as the balde made contact again. She closed her eyes tieght to keep tears from spilling over, and she clenched her fists. She wasn't going to give in that easily. No way, no how.

"Stop! This can't be legal! Stop it!" She was angry as much as scared, and the anger is what came through in her voice. She trembled in his grasp, and tried to stomp on his foot, but yelped as her own bare foot made contact with the steel toe of his boot.

"Fuck!"

It did not matter if it was legal, or illegal, no one would ever find out about. But Damien did not tell that to Victoria, nor anyone for that matter. He was tiring quickly of her talking but before doing something he made the exact line on her left shoulder blade. Damien was methodical and things had to stay in roughly the same order, or else they didn't work as well.

After the last line he put the blade on one of the many metal shelves that stuck out of the wall, he then pulled two toys from the rack that he enjoyed very much. A blindfold and nipple clamps, he placed the blindfold carefully first. Then the nipple clamps, they were remotely controlled and Damien had them placed on only hard enough to remain firmly in place, nothing more as of yet for the sharply pointed clips.

Then he moved away from her side, his ominous presence floating away as he prepared some other unknown torture for her body to withstand. As he was away, the nipple clamps began to bite down every three seconds, and remain so for one second of excruciating pain before the pressure was released.

Victoria screamed at the last cut and trembled. She not her lip and said nothing as he clamped the nipple clamps on ehr breasts. With her eyes clvoered, she felt herself tense and unteanse with fear. She knew his techiniques- and that didn't make her feel eny better.

When the clamps began teh tightening an d untighteneing she gave a cry. It didn't take long for her nipples to become very sore, and she wanted to pull at them. She began to squirm and writhe in her bindings.

"It hurts, make it stop." It was a whimper, but a demand allt he same, not a plea. She wasn't going to break easily, and she wanted to be free of this place.

The last of Victoria's words were cut off as Damien turned the clamps as high as they would go, and left them there. "Shut up, bitch." His words were still deep and heavy, telling of how angry she was making him with her words, senseless, useless words they were. As the clamps continued to bite, his large, powerful hands unlocked her from the D-ring, then shifted below her waist. Each of his long middle fingers dug into one of her holes as he hoisted her onto a leather clad bench.

He worked swiftly and deftly, fitting her wrists, ankles and neck bond into tight clamps. Then with a few measured movements he forced her thighs at an angle, splaying her pussy even more so, then he locked her legs like that with a soft leather harness around each knee. Damien almost began talking, almost began to monologue before he caught himself. He eased the clamps finally, actually pulling them off and replacing them on the shelves. For several minutes he walked around the bench, which was quite wide enough for Victoria, more like a bed then a bench.

He settled at her side, then with one quick move his leg was up, hoisted over her stomach. He sat his full weight on it, knowing the difficulty breathing she would have. You could hear the clink of the lighter, and swirling of flames as his knife danced about them again. "Victoria. This has been long coming, and you know how to end it." There, he gave in and said something, but it was the best thing he could have said, she knew obedience would be required, and he knew she would not obey until she was broken, until she was 'slave' no longer 'Victoria.'

Crying out from the pain of the clamps, Victoria bit her lip again and pulled back against her chain. When she felt the chain being unhooked she started to move on ehr own, but she gave another cry adn ahsapr gasp as she felt his fingers take her in her pussy and ass. She started to struggle, but foind that too painful.

Once she had been chained to the bench she strained against her new bindings, only to be suprised byt he leg over her stomach. She fought for breath, squirming.

"Get- get off . . . Damien." SHe used his name intentionally. She wanted him angry, if he was angry he would lsoe control. If he lost control of himself he couldn't very well control her either. She flinched some when she heard the lighter open, and gritted her teeth, digging her nails into her halm.

Everyone knew Damien, it was his showbiz name, his cloak that was so much needed for such a hated, and sought after man. But not his slaves, they rarely did, Victoria did. For some reason that did not surprise Damien one little bit. Surely it angered him, but Victoria was silly to think Damien lost control so easily, she was but a petty slave in the grand scheme of things. So what if she knew his name?

He kept himself seated and stretched out along her body, bringing the red hot knife to her wrist. Then in one long, smooth, slow motion he cut a red line from the palm of her hand, all the way down across her shoulder, to the tip of her breast. All the bindings were tight, her squirming would be futile or more harmful for herself, already the camera's had gone to her face and arm, to watch the red line grow, and her face as she felt it.

The weight of his body on hers waas almost unbearable, and he squirming was soon hampered. She suddenly screamed as the red hot blade touched her flesh, and the scream continued the eintire time he drew the blade down her arm and shoulder. Tears gathered in her eyes, and her back arched as her breath came faster, more ragged. Tears dampened the edges of the blindfold as she fought not to cry from the pain.

In anger she spat up at him, unable to see where he was, she sensed him. She may not have spit on his face, but she would have spit on him all the same. Her body oved beneath his again and she hissed from pain.

"Fuck you!"

Damien wiped the spittle from his shoulder as she cursed at him, "Great idea." He replied, unable to help maintain the dark torture demeanor for those two words, he certainly would fuck her, or at the very least she would fuck him. But things had to be maintained in order for that to happen, he placed the blade up on her right wrist, before drawing it even more slowly down to the tip of her nipple. Only this time his tongue was wiggling in her ear, and his other finger pinched her left breast tenderly, rolling the injured and hurt vessel between two expert fingers.

Victoria screamed again, bucking under him as she tried to turn her head from him. She couldn't believe that he could do these things to her, and in public. She felt even more tears soak into the blindfold, and she felt her anger grow tenfold.

"Let me go! I don't want to be your slave!" She screamed the words in anger, wanting to kick out at him. The best she could do was suddenly turn her head in his direction and clamp her teeth downon his shoulder. If her was goign to be dumb enough to get that clsoe to her, she was going to be smart enough to take advantage of it.

"You won't break me for their pleasure!"

Damien inhaled sharply as she bit him, but then his powerful hand clamped on her jaw and forced it open, he kept it open as he pondered her words. But instead of saying anything his knife clattered to the floor, and his tongue went into her mouth. There was no way she could bite it, only accept it's presence as it lewdly stroked the inside of her mouth, or battled with her tongue, either way Damien enjoyed it.

When he was done, he finally flipped off her small stomach and walked away, back towards the shelves. He needed to break her, and she was not going to break under pain, most slaves would have broken after the second cut, but perhaps there would be other ways to make her break. He decided there would be, he's make sure of it.

The cold steel device he fitted into her mouth was much like a ball gag, except it wasn't. It was only several bars of rubber coated metal that held her mouth wide open, and could be adjusted via remote control. He placed it in mostly closer to her mouth, but then used the remote to open her orifice as far as it would stretch and then some. His tongue danced in again while his fingers went to her breast, this was obviously not the main idea, only a minor break in the actual action.

Victoria cried out as pain shot through ehr jaw, his grip was almost excrutiating. She tried to clamp her mouth shut as she felt his tongue in her mouth, but she found that she couldn't budge her jaw even a fraction of an inch. Tears rolled down her face as she tried to fight his tongue out of her mouth.

When he removed hismelf from ehr body she was free to breath again and she gasped for air, sobbing quietly as she tried to regain ehr composure.

"I will never be you slave! I will never bow before you willingly, Damien!" She intentionally avoided calling him Master, she intentionally disrestpected him at every turn.

When the Opne mouth gag was fitted she gave a cry of displeasure. He tried to close her moutha gain,a nd this time she failed more miserably. SHe strained against her bonding as he forced her to taste his tongue once again. As he forced her to face the humiliation of being unable to fend him off,

She felt her face turn red as the thought of people watching what he was doing to her, of his complete control ove rher body, if not her mind.

Damien moved away from her mouth slightly after he had pondered her words with his tongue deep in her mouth, tickling her throat even at times with it's extreme length. But you already have. You just don't know it, yet. He thought to himself, he moved to her side and began pacing again, his eyes moving up and down her body. Then his fingers trailed up and down her body, from her straining forehead, over the blindfold, brushing the tip of her nose, diving into her mouth again, down to the nape of her neck where his tongue and teeth combined to make her squirm, no girl could resist.

Then down around her left breast, circling it around and around with first his eyes, then his fingers, then his tongue. Leaving the hardened nipple alone, his eyes, fingers and tongue moved around the right breast. Leaving the hardened nipple again his fingers moved over her taunt stomach. He would enjoy it immensely he already knew, there was something about a flat, taunt midriff and navel that Damien enjoyed so much. He watched as goosebumps followed his fingers across the now quivering stomach as his fingers trailed down towards her cunt, followed closely by his lips...

Victoria's breath was quick and heavy. SHe was beginning to wear down, there was so much she couldn't do. SH ecouldn't fight him, couldn't speak. She could't even force her body not to react to him. SHe tried to squirm, the tingle of his fingers and mouth tracing over her flesh driving her wild- both with pleaure and fury. She shook her head back and forth before she began to lay still, sobbing.

She wanted to cry for him to stop, to let her loose, but she was completely at his mercy.

And she knew he had none.

Delicately, which was strange enough for a man of Damien's proportions, both of Damien's long ebony fingers separated the engulfed pussy lips that Victoria had been separating for such a while to make ends meet. She had been doing it willingly; for whatever reason it really didn't matter: Owing someone money (most of the time it being Damien or someone who owed him money), needing money for a kid and not having any education, or simply because they thought they would enjoy it. It did not matter; she was his slave and here only to serve him and make him money. Then his tongued darted between her lips; tasting only the faintest first drops of pleasurable juices seeping from her pussy, Victoria had been one of those girls that thought she would enjoy this; at least when Damien had first whispered into her ear about it. He wondered vaguely what she thought now...