A Debt Paid

[marauder13]

[OOC: This thread is closed for RainingHeat and I.]

Darren Pearce leaned back in the black leather chair, the padding allowing the natural fabric to mold itself to his body and keep him totally comfortable. His large hands formed a steeple in front of him, his elbows resting on the arms of the chair. On the other side of the 400 year old oak desk, sitting in a modern, mostly plastic office chair, sat Albert Jones.

The two mean couldn't be more different than chalk and cheese. Pearce was tall, well built, filling his tailor made suit perfectly. His black hair was cut and styled perfectly to enhance his facial features, which included the darkest pair of eyes most people had ever seen. Jones, he was smaller, thinner, dressed in a store bought suit a few years back and looked anything but comfortable across the table from Pearce. His pale blue eyes darted around the room, but always returned to the twin openings to the abyss. He was almost old enough to be Pearce's father, his hair more silver than gold, and his skin was pale and lacking the tone of youth.

"I knew you would come and talk to me when you found out who consolidated all of your rather impressive debts, Albert. You had a sound plan, good strategies, and the risk management was sound, but not sound enough. But still, the way things were, you could have dug your way out of the mess well enough." Pearce sat himself upright, turning the chair to face Albert. "But that will be difficult now with them all in the one place. Divide and conquer wont work here, will it?"

"What do you want, Pearce?" Albert tried hard, but he couldn't keep the sound of defeat from his voice.

"Good, Albert, very good." Pearce picked up an small, ornamental hourglass, turning it over in his hand and watching the black grains of sand flow to the bottom bell. "I like a man who will not pussy foot around over important matters. I will clear your debts for you, Albert. Clean slate, nothing owed anymore. In return for that, you give me your daughter."

"WHAT?!?" Albert's face went bright red. "Give her to you? I can't do that. She's a grown adult and -"

"Albert," Pearce held up a hand. "That's not my problem. Now, as your sole creditor, I can, and will, call in what I am owed at any time I feel is in my best interests. Right now is looking like just that time. If I do, none of your employees will get one cent of what is owed to them, in pay or entitlements. You will be ruined, both financially as well as your reputation. Plus, think of your suppliers. Four of them supply to no one else but you. And what of those who buy form you? Thousands of people will have their lives fucked up by you, simply because you can't manage your affairs properly."

"I give her to you, you wipe out my debts entirely? Nothing, and I mean nothing hanging over my head afterwards? How can I trust you'll do as you say? You're known as the Beast in business circles for good reasons."

"Beast, yes, but not a Monster. Ask anyone, I'll put them over the barrel, and get the sandpapered dildo ready to ram up their arse if they don't agree. But when they do, they're let off the barrel and all is OK. So, you hand her over, all debts cleared. You'll even have a decent credit rating as well. Back in the black, business as usual, nothing owing to anyone."

"What about... my daughter?"

"She'll be looked after very well. I will not let anything bad happen to her, not after going through all this effort to arrange getting her. I'll make sure that she's healthy, well fed, not bored and given every chance to enjoy her stay with me."

"Will she be able to come back?"

"No," Pearce laughed. "She will be mine, completely, totally and utterly in all possible ways. I may let you come around and see her, but she will never know about your visits.

"This offer is being made only once. If you say nothing, Albert, I will assume that you are not agreeing to give her to me. Once the sand has run out completely, the offer closes, and the decision made stands. Of course, you can say no, and condemn her to a life of utter destitution as well, but then you'll have a viable source of income available to you."

Pearce checked the hourglass. All the sand sat in the bottom bell. With a flick on his wrist, he set it on the table between them, then looked back at Albert to see what choice the man would make.

Save one, or save thousands.

 

[RainingHeat]

It had been a long shift. A very long shift. The car accident, the bike rider who did not see the kid step in front of him, the gunshot victim, in the wrong place at the wrong time. It has been a very long overnight shift at the hospital ER. She was exhausted. Hell, she had crossed the line from exhausted to what felt like dead, hours ago. And if you thought she was tired, just take a gander at the Doctors. Tho in reality, the nurses, and that was what she was, did most of the running around, most of the work. It was the Doctors who had to make all those life and death decisions tho. She did not envy them that particular duty. It was pretty difficult to say the least, to know that one's life was held in your hands.

But, the sun had long since come up, and the clock was actually approaching noon time, and her shift was over hours ago. Of course, as a nurse in the City Hospital ER, your shift ended when everything was done, not when the clock dictated. The good thing was, she had the next 3 days off, which for her was a blessing. She had already made plans with Josh, her boyfriend, and Amy and Dale, their best friends, to spend tomorrow at the beach. She was sooo looking forward to just relaxing and not having to worry about work.

It was close to 1pm when she finally stepped into her apartment, with a very tired sigh.

Pouring herself a glass of juice, she loosened the tie that had held her long,dark red mane back into a pony tail, letting the crimson strands fall about her shoulders and spill down her back. She stopped at her answering machine, the light was insistently blinking.. 5 messages. What the hell? Who would be calling her 5 times??

BEEP....
"Jess... it's Amy... Just wanted to touch base and let you know that tomorrow morning Dale and I will be meeting you and Josh at the Diner on Elm Street for breakfast, then we can head to the beach!!! YAY!!!"

BEEP....
"Jessica, it's your father. Call me as soon as you get this message"

Now, what was that about? He sounded a bit... stressed... to say the very least.

BEEP...
"Hey baby... hope your shift wasn't too stressful. I will be over tonight, after work and pool with the guys. See you about 11 or midnight. K Love you baby. Call me if you need me.. "

BEEP....
"Jessica... I need you to call ME ASAP"

Geez, that was her father again. What the hell had him so upset??

BEEP..
"Jessica Lynne Jones, call ME NOW"

WOW, her father never used her whole name unless he were really upset. She had not talked to him in days. What the fuck was going on?
She glanced at the clock. 1:45. He'd be at work. She picked up the phone and dialed, taking another drink of juice while she waited for an answer.

"Jones Distributing" the receptionist, what was her name, Ellen... no.. no.. Elaine.. that was it, answered after the 4th ring. She was not the best receptionist in the world, that was for sure.

"Good Afternoon Elaine.. It's Jess... can I talk to my dad please?"

"sure Jess, one moment"

The line rang, again several times, before he picked it up, and he still sounded as stressed as he had on the answering machine.

"Dad, what's wrong? Can you make it quick, I am really tired. Long night last night"

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Jessica Lynne Jones
Long deep crimson red hair
clear sage green eyes
Just turned 22 years old

Nickname: Jess

 

[marauder13]

Darren had been looking forward to the day he got to have Jessica. When he first saw the then sixteen year old at one of Albert's parties, he decided that she was going to be his. He carefully sounded out the young woman a few years later, but she showed no interest in him at all. So, he investigated Albert, looking for weaknesses that he could exploit when the time came.

"Pity he is the type of fellow who can't stand to see many people suffer, particularly family. He knew full well that I would tear apart the work of four generations of his family, and ruin him for life too. Plus, it would have been a terrible shame to see such a promising life, such as Jessica's, reduced to that of a lowly street whore."

It still surprised Darren that many people still doubt that he would stay true to his word if a bargain was struck. He had never welshed on a deal, even when he got what he was after. But Albert made his decision without too much time wasted. The poor man had no idea what Darren had planned for is little girl, but it would be better than the alternative.

"Now, let's see how long it takes for him to deliver. If he takes too long, I'll be kind and give him one warning, with a deadline. Yes, the man didn't try and fuck around, so he deserves that much."

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Albert paced his office relentlessly. Every turn, he looked at the phone to make sure it was on the hook, and was ready to receive calls. The guilt was chewing him up inside.

"What else could I have done? He has the means to ensure that I am fucked forever and a day, as well as screwing over Jessica as well. I can't even think of what he really wants her for." He looked at photo of her beside one of his departed wife. Even taking the fatherly bias away, Jessica was a beautiful young woman that any man would like to have as a wife or partner. He shook his head, not wanting to think about Darren's reasons.

The phone buzzed. Albert's heart jumped as he dashed to the phone.

"Mister Jones, Jessica is on the line for you."

"Thank you, Elaine. Put her through." he put all his efforts into keeping his voice controlled when his daughter was finally connected.

"Dad, what's wrong? Can you make it quick, I am really tired. Long night last night"

All his effort at keeping calm disappeared whenhe heard her voice. "Jess, honey, I need to see you in my office right away. It's urgent. Come up through the private entrance from the car park. I promise it won't take long." He paused, closing his eyes to force the tears out of them. "Sorry, Jess, but I have to go. I'll see you when you get her. Love you. Bye."

He put the phone down on the hook, letting the tears finally run free. Like many business men in his line of work, he had a few employees who he could call on to do shady tasks for a little extra compensation. They asked no questions, just did what they needed to do, discretely, and carried on as if nothing else happened. Two of them were sitting in a delivery van down in the car park waiting for Jess to arrive. As per orders, they would deliver her to Pearce, saving the futures of probably thousands of people.

He turned on the camera over the elevator to his office. His penance was going to be watching his daughter be taken away and given to Pearce. He would ensure that the file containing what happened would be corrupted, and unable to be read. He hit the busy setting on his phone, and watched and waited.

 

[RainingHeat]

"Jess, honey, I need to see you in my office right away. It's urgent. Come up through the private entrance from the car park. I promise it won't take long. Sorry, Jess, but I have to go. I'll see you when you get her. Love you. Bye."

He had hung up the phone before she could even really answer, or say Love you. That was strange, she thought to herself. Ever since her mother had died, back when she was 14, her and her father had been exceptionally close. Not that they had to talk every day, but they always touched base when needed, were always there for each other, even while Jess went to nursing school to pursue the same career her mother had.

Now that she were an adult, working, her own apartment, yeah, perhaps they drifted apart just a little, but they always made time for each other. This, this was out of character for him. If he were this stressed, this upset, she would have, should have, known. Well, maybe that was why he was calling her to his office, to tell her what was going on.

She took a quick shower, towel drying her long red hair. She dressed in jeans, sneakers, and a sweatshirt that said "College of Nursing, City Campus" across the front. She was out the door within a half hour and on her way. Stopping at the local coffee shop, she got a cup of tea, and headed to see her father.

She pulled into the car park, at the back, off the main street. There were few cars parked back here, but she did see her fathers Caddy over in the corner. God, that thing was ugly, she thought to herself. She thought the same thing every time she saw it. Someday she would talk him into getting rid of that thing.

Finishing her tea, she got out, leaving her bag on the floor in the back. She was convinced this was going to be quick, then she could go home and get some much needed sleep.

She was so tired, she did not even take notice of the van. It never even blipped on her radar.

She walked right past it on her way to the private entrance back door. Just as she passed the body of the van, the door slid open. The sound startling her, she turned, eyes widening as 2 men suddenly came at her. Jess tried to scream, but it all happened so fast, one grabbed her, the other quickly covering her head with a dark pillowcase, before his hand closed over her mouth. "Daddy!!!...No!!!.. Mmmm nnnnn" her cries were muffled, she never got a real scream out, only that plaintive cry for her father, which he surely heard. She struggled valiently, but was no match for the 2 big burly men, who quickly hustled her into the van and slammed the door shut.

It was some minutes before the door opened again, one man getting out, and climbing into the drivers seat. Inside the van, Jess had been quickly cuffed, hands behind her back, a chain wrapped about her ankles, and a leather belt about her throat, to keep her under control. When she struggled, the leather belt was pulled back, tightening it about her throat, and effectively quieting her again. Her heart was thundering in her chest, she was shaking almost violently, and behind that pillowcase, tears were flowing down her cheeks.

"Daddy... Josh..." her words were muffled moans more than understandable words, they melting into her low quiet sobs as she lay there on the hard floor of the van, at the feet of one of her kidnappers.

 

[marauder13]

The two had been fully briefed on what to do. The van started, and pulled out of the carpark like any other delivery van of Jones Distributions. The route was deliberately circuitous and vague, taking nearly three times the amount of time it would have taken to go direct. But they had left the city and rove out into the estate territory bordering it. The rich had carved up the land into large estates where they could build their mansions on land that kept them far enough away from prying eyes.

The van approached a gate to one such estate, sealed off from the rest of the world by a large stone wall. The gate opened for them so they didn't slow down at all. The long drive was sealed, and they brought the van into a garage that, like the gate, opened for them to enter without pausing, and closed behind them once they came to a stop.

The driver jumped out of the van, sliding the side door open and grabbed Jess' legs. His companion grabbed her under her armpits and lifted her out of the van. Without any words, they carried her into the room adjacent to the garage. It was dimly lit, and completely empty 8' by 10' space. They laid her down on the floor, then one of them tightened the belt cutting off her air supply until she ceased struggling. A quick check confirmed she was still alive. They proceeded to remove the restraints, as well as any other personal items of hers in her clothing, likes keys, money, etc. Once done, they left via the door they entered, closing it behind them, and driving off. The first part of their job done, they set off to finish off the rest of their tasks.

Five minutes after they left, the door on the other side of the room opened, and Darren walked in. He was in a casual long sleeve shirt, trousers and leather shoes. In his hands behind his back was a midnight black flogger with long, wide leather blades the hung from his left hand. He looked down on the barely conscious woman, the feeling of accomplishment filling him as he imagined how well she would respond to her new life.

"With hair like yours, you'll fight with fire and passion." He sighed as his breath was released. "Which is going to be wonder to see."

Darren had first seen Jessica as a then 16 year old girl, who's striking beauty was already there in the gangly teenager. He knew right there and then that he would have that young woman for his very own, one way or another. He had carefully sounded her out as she grew older concerning her likes, hobbies, interests. He liked how she was interested in talking to him, and being social, but more so how she made it clear she was not interested in him. How she did it was so polite, and non confrontational that he had the briefest moment of doubt about his plans. It ended up making him want her more.

Whenever they met after that, it was polite, social interaction with not a single sign of interest from him in her. He wasn't a friend, but she didn't hate him or not want to see him. Of course, his reputation strained whatever social interactions they had, but they were still cordial to each other. But Darren kept an eye on her, and her father. When Albert over extended himself, Darren was in motion buying out his creditors with his umbrella of companies.

"That reminds me, since he's fulfilled his side, I must start working on my side." Within the following 72 hours, Jones Distributions creditors would reach agreements that would effectively negate those outstanding debts, leaving the company in a strong financial position, as well as cementing a few of the gains Albert was trying for in his revamping of the company.

"A beast I may be, but a monster I am not."

He heard a slight sound from Jess, seeing that she was regaining consciousness. He took a few steps back, to give her space and get out of strike range. He waited patiently until he knew she was aware of him.

"Glad to see you awake. Now, stand up, or you'll be punished."

 

[RainingHeat]

This had to be a dream.. right? A nightmare that her exhausted mind had somehow come up with. That's what you get for reading the news these days before going to sleep. There was always that "missing girl" story. And somehow, one of those got implanted in her head, right? And translated itself into a nightmare... right?

But as soon as her eyes opened, focusing slowly at the bare room around her, and the shoes of someone.. standing over her, she knew it was not a dream, not a nightmare. And the fact that her entire body ached, not really pain, just a dull ache from being bound, of laying on the hard van floor, her throat especially hurt, and that was when she remembered, a belt, tightening, strangling her, cutting off her air..

Jess's hands flew up to her throat then, touching, finding no belt, no restriction. Just as she did that, she heard a voice...

"Glad to see you awake. Now, stand up, or you'll be punished."

Her had snapped up, as did her sage green gaze, locking on him for a moment. Familiar.. he looked... familiar. But she was too shocked and terrified to place who he was at the moment. She scrambled to a crouch, literally crawling backwards away from where he stood, until she hit the far wall, where she slowly slid upwards to her feet.

Panicked, looked around the room, her eyes searching for any means of escape. The room was small, and empty, with one door, which of course he stood before, blocking that route of escape.

"who... are you?" "where am I" she tried to keep the utter terror out of her voice, taking a deep breath. "Let me go. My father will be looking for me.. just let me GO!!!"

 

[marauder13]

Darren looked on with an impassive expression as her lovely green eyes locked on his own dark orbs. There was the hint of confusion, of remembrance. But the other feelings that swamped her would have made it hard for her to continue any rational thought at that time. He was pleased to start seeing her rise to her feet, but that dissipated as she scrambled away from him until she bumped into the wall behind her. Only then did she raise herself onto her feet.

A soft sigh left him as he let the leather tails of the flogger fall loose behind him. He could almost feel her panic from across the room. As would be expected, she was looking frantically for the way out of where she was. Even if she knew there was no hope of escape, there was little that would stop her from trying anyway.

"who... are you? where am I? Let me go. My father will be looking for me.. just let me GO!!!"

He took the few paces needed to bring him into range. The flogger sailed out, catching Jess on her flank. The broad straps were designed to cause pain, but reduce the amount of skin damage at the same time. Even through her clothing, the blow would hurt, but nowhere near like it would on naked skin.

"I told you to stand up, not to move away from me." The flogger sailed back in the opposite direction, lashing her thigh through the jeans. "Move back to the centre of the room now." His voice was steely, the command plain along with the knowledge it would be obeyed.

Darren was starting to feel a deep excitement pooling in him. He had finally got what he had wanted after waiting, realistically, for four years. He was wanting to draw things out a little, but the way his gut tightened, and his heart picked up its pace a little, drawing it out wasn't really going to happen. It would do her good in the long run as well. She would know that his will, his wants, would override hers until she had exactly the same as him.

Even dressed so casually, and in the dim lighting of the room, she was a beauty. Jeans, typical of female fashion, hugged her lower body nicely, showing off her lines and form well. Her university top obscured most of the rest of her body, except for her bust, which seemed to be a good size compared to the rest of her. Green eyes, red hair. He shivered at the stereotypical belief that signal suck women has having a fire within them, a passion that could be directed into their sexuality, making them the most voracious of fucks.

"Move now, or I will drag you to where you need to stand. The sooner you learn that obedience is the core of your new life, the better it will be for you." He shook out the flogger in one of the pools of light, letting the thick leather straps rustle hungrily, writhing like a handful of black, angry snakes waiting for another chance to bite her again.

 

[RainingHeat]

The man approached.... fuck he was fast... his stride purposeful. He certainly had no fear of her, that was for sure.

"Get away from ME" her voice was wavering in her fear.

She saw something move, what the fuck?? What the fuck was that...... thing??? The thought had but a moment to register before the leather tendrils of the flogger struck, shocking her more than hurting her, but that is not to say that a flash of pain did not radiate out from her flank... Her yelp of fear echoed thru the empty room, she jerking back from him and that thing... "STOP" she yelled out.. only to be struck again, the leather connecting, she twisting way, clawing along the wall...

"Get away from ME" she yelled again...

"I told you to stand up, not to move away from me."

"FUCK YOU" she snapped back, only to scream out again when the flogger hit it's mark for a third time.

"Move back to the centre of the room now."

Her eyes came to rest on the door. Fuck the center of the room, she thought to herself. She was going for the door, not that she had any clue what was on the other side of it. But her only thought right now was to get out of there, get away from him, whoever he was.

"Move now, or I will drag you to where you need to stand. The sooner you learn that obedience is the core of your new life, the better it will be for you."

That caught her attention and she snapped her gaze to the man. For a minute time halted, she just staring at him. "what the hell are you talking about" she snarled, staring. Why the fuck did he look so damned familiar??? As hard as she tried, she could not place him yet, which was not surprising given her mind had an awful lot to deal with at the moment. That firey green gaze trailed down, just as he shook the flogger, the leather tendrils slithering around each other, the sound, in that absolute quiet of the room, was wicked, dangerous and as her eyes focused on it for that moment, the hint of her breath catching was heard. She knew what it was, as soon as she got a look at it. She had been in a couple of kinky sex stores with Josh, they had laughed over floggers and crops and all such toys.

But this... this was no toy. And it certainly did not FEEL like any toy.

"get... away... from... me" she growled again, her head and eyes snapping toward the door. She made a run for it, her feet, unfortunately slipping on the smooth slick floor beneath her, and in her panic she lost her balance and hit the floor hard, altho she had made it half way to the door and was still trying to get to it...

 

[marauder13]

Darren let the slightest curl touch the ends of his lips at the combination of fear and defiance Jessica showed him. Just as her hair proclaimed, there was indeed a fire within her that burned hot. She switched between fear based pleads to keep away from her, and defiant cries instructing him on what he could do. But the fear ruled her, and that would be her downfall.

But he never expected it to be literal. She dashed for the door he entered, thinking it was her way to freedom. If she ever got there, she would find it deadlocked. There was no leaving this room, not until he permitted it. But as she made her move, her feet slipped on the floor, dropping her hard. Jessica was determined though, and continued the scramble toward the supposed symbol of freedom.

He walked after her, catching up to her before she made it to the door. The splayed fingers of his free hand sank deeply into her hair, curling tightly to ensure a good solid hold. Darren pulled on her hair hard, bringing her back onto her rear, dragging her back to the centre of the room. He ignored her cries and other reactions to his move, bringing her back to the very centre of the room. He then proceeded to pull her up onto her feet, again using only her hair.

"Listen to me." His voice was a low, menacing growl not far from her ear. "When I tell you to do something, you do it. If not," he threw the flogger up a little, catching the softer leather a few inches below the handle. He positioned it quickly, then struck her arse three times in rapid succession with the handle. "I will give you good reasons to do as you are told."

He yanked her hair up, hard. "Do you understand me?"

Darren let go of her hair, ripping his hand free of her fiery locks. He was feeling excited in the moment, enough to give him a tingling edge that spiced up everything he experienced, yet still allowed him the control he needed as well. Projecting his will on her have him a buzz he hadn't felt in a long time, and he was so looking forward to instilling the right... work ethic on his new little toy. His little Beauty.

He slowly circled her until he was in front of her. The butt of the flogger's handle went under her chin, pushing her face up until she was looking straight at him, whenever her eyes looked forward. The shade of green was fascinating to him, and he wondered briefly what they would look like when she was on the verge of cumming.

"This is your home now, my beauty. Until your behaviour improves enough to allow you somewhere more pleasant. A few little rules for you, to make your life less painful. Do as you are told, in the spirit of the command, not just the letter. Speak politely to me. Address me as Sir." He turned his head ever so slightly to one side. "Yes, those should be enough for you to start with."

He let the handle drop as he took a step back, switching his grip so he was holding the handle once more, the leather tendrils sliding in and out of the shadows as they swung gently.

"Before anything else happens, my beauty, you will remove everything that doesn't pierce your body, and drop it on the floor between us. Don't be too tardy, or I will see that as disobedience." He lightly tapped his leg with the flogger as he finished the last word.

 

[RainingHeat]

Despite her hard fall, she saw the door and that was what made her keep moving... that is until she felt his fingers entangle in her long hair and yank her easily over onto her backside, pulling her up as he did so, and to the center of the room. Jess screamed, more in fear than in pain. At the moment pain was secondary to the utter terror that flooded her system. She clawed at his wrist and hand to no avail as he ruthlessly pulled her to her feet before him.

"Listen to me." His voice was a low, menacing growl not far from her ear. "When I tell you to do something, you do it. If not," he threw the flogger up a little, catching the softer leather a few inches below the handle. He positioned it quickly, then struck her arse three times in rapid succession with the handle. "I will give you good reasons to do as you are told."

Her breath hissed in as his voice raped her ear, that was what it felt like, a violation within her ear. The three rapid strikes to her ass, again served to shock and terrorize her rather than hurt, altho the sting was more than evident. Her pale green eyes had deepened in color as her terror took hold. When the flogger hit, she cried out, but did not scream outright, her voice, her breathing, wavering as she fought to gain some kind of control over her panic.

He yanked her hair up, hard. "Do you understand me?"

"yyyes" she answered the unseen figure, he still behind her, her head painfully pulled back by those thick fingers entwined in her long hair. A stray though wondered past, she wishing she had gotten her hair cut short like she had wanted to. Both her dad and Josh, had been against it. Wait....

Wait....

A sudden unbidden thought came to her mind.

That day, in her father's office, talking about her getting her hair cut short for the summer, and her father's business meeting had come in. He had heard the latter part of the conversation, about her cutting her hair, and he too had commented that it would be a shame to cut such a magnificent mane of fire. His voice.. His....face.... as he released her hair and came around the front of her..

HIM...

It was... HIM!!!

Her mind struggled to come up with his name... NAME NAME NAME....

Darren Pearce...

"This is your home now, my beauty. Until your behaviour improves enough to allow you somewhere more pleasant. A few little rules for you, to make your life less painful. Do as you are told, in the spirit of the command, not just the letter. Speak politely to me. Address me as Sir."

"Yes, those should be enough for you to start with."

She was breathing deeply and just staring at him, her eyes darkening every second.

"Before anything else happens, my beauty, you will remove everything that doesn't pierce your body, and drop it on the floor between us. Don't be too tardy, or I will see that as disobedience."

Her gaze fell to the leather flogger, her eyes a deep emerald green now, and how he held it so naturally, the ebon tendrils curling, almost slithering around each other, wanting to strike, to bite, to taste of her.

"I.. know you" she lifted her eyes to his as she spoke, her own almost threatening to bore into his. "Darren"

He had told her, at one of their meetings.. "Just call me Darren".. an obvious attempt to become familiar with her. And while she thought he was handsome to say the least, Jess just had no interest in becoming involved with anyone within her father's business circles, it was that simple. She had wanted her own life. She was independant that way.

"I remember you, well" she kept her voice as calm as she could, measured, almost cold in her need to try and regain control of what was happening. She had heard everything he said, and was trying to process it all, as well as keep track of that damned flogger, but she had no intention of just stripping in front of him.

"what... why are you doing this? Darren.. Why?"

 

[marauder13]

Darren watched as the terror slowly bled away, leaving courage in its wake. He knew this time would come, and he was looking forward to it. She would fight, resist. It was a quality that he truly liked about her. Something he would mold, give a proper focus and temper.

"I.. know you. Darren"

She stared at him, hard, as if trying to breach the barrier he had placed around his mind. None had gotten passed it, and this mere slip of a girl didn't have the tool kit needed to even threaten that defence.

"I remember you, well."

Her eyes flickered between his and the flogger. He guessed she was wanting to know where it was and when it was going to land on her again. All it did was show him that she was not as courageous as she was trying to show. It would have served her better to keep her gaze on him, rather than try and watch both.

"what... why are you doing this? Darren.. Why?"

He decided that he let her have enough rope, and it was time for her to hang. The loud rustle of the leather straps were the only sign on the pending blow. The mass of leather straps curled around her arse with a vicious caress, leaping back into the air to ready themselves to caress her again. Darren kept a tight grip on Jess' hair, guiding her into the proper positions, or as close as he could manage, for the next strike. His only sound was the grunt of exertion as he swung the flogger with all of his strength.

A total of ten times he struck her, aiming for her back, buttocks and thighs. At least once, he truck her flank, the tips of the leather striking the side of her breast. With the end of the tenth blow, he thrust her to the floor on her hands and knees, pressing her face against the floor. The cool, polished cement flattening her cheek as he pinned her there.

"You need to listen." His voice was fully of frustration and disappointment. "I have told you how to address me, yet you haven't. I have told you to do as you have been told, and you haven't." He pressed her face down harder, bringing his lips close enough to her ear she could feel them despite the gap of air between them.

"You will stand up, and remove anything that doesn't pierce your body, and drop it on the floor between us, then you will stand with your hands behind your back. If you don't, I will tie you up, cut the clothing off you, then I will let you feel this flogger against your bare skin.

"Nothing else matters for you now, expect doing as you are told, when you are told. Like a good little girl. Understand?"

Darren let go of her hair, standing up and taking a step back. "Stand, and strip."

 

[RainingHeat]

10 times...

For some reason, she knew it was 10 times. Had she counted? Perhaps she did, simply because, 10 times, she screamed. This time, it was the pain that came ripping thru her, ruthlessly pushing the fear aside. The burning pain as each one struck, her ass, thighs, flank, back. She twisted, screamed out and when it finally ceased, she was thrown to the floor, coming down hard to her hands and knees, her head down, panting, sobbing, terrified, strands of her long red hair falling forward to veil her tear stained face, his fingers still entangled within the rest, he came down with her, pressing her to the floor, trapping her shuddering form there...

"You need to listen."

Listen...

He wanted her to listen...

He had just beaten her, and of course that was how she saw it... so that she would listen...

"I have told you how to address me, yet you haven't. I have told you to do as you have been told, and you haven't." His breath was in her ear, assaulting, biting, possessing... A low groan of desperation escaped her as he pressed into her.

"You will stand up, and remove anything that doesn't pierce your body, and drop it on the floor between us, then you will stand with your hands behind your back. If you don't, I will tie you up, cut the clothing off you, then I will let you feel this flogger against your bare skin."

"Nothing else matters for you now, expect doing as you are told, when you are told. Like a good little girl. Understand?"

Jess closed her eyes, trying to fight back her frightened tears.

"yes.... yes... Sir" she managed to whisper. She didn't know what else to do.

"Stand, and strip."

Slowly, with a wince of pain, she stood up. Her entire form was trembling, almost violently, and all she wanted to do was go home. Just the thought of home made her want to cry. Would she ever see home again?

She took a step back from him, her eyes again falling to that demon flogger.

"please... please don't make me do this...." but she already knew, the flogger was shaken, that her begging was not going to get her out of this, it would only get her another round of pain with that... that thing.

"ok.... ok... please no" Jess took a step back.. "Sir"..... her entire body shook, and she could not even look up as she slowly began to comply with his demand. The boots were slipped off, socks, then her jeans, she slowly unzipping them, and still unable to lift her eyes or even show her face as she did so. She slips them down her smooth, supple legs, letting them fall to the floor. The sweatshirt follows, pulled up and over her head. She had no bra on this particular day, having figured she was just running to see her father for a few, before heading home to sleep the rest of the day away. So now, her breasts, larger, heavy, round, tipped with dark nipples, peaked in the cool air of the room, were bared for his view. Jess paused there, leaving her panties on, but again, that shake of leather and those were slipped down and off as well, leaving her naked. She had no piercings, she never had use for any of that. She had one small tattoo, a lily, her favorite flower, on her right hip, her name etched beneath. Her face was redder than her hair and she so wanted to cover herself, but again that rustle of leather, and she did as he had told her, her hands going behind her back.

"please.... please don't do this" she whispered, looking away, shaking. The chill that gripped her, that cold hand of terror, held her tightly now. She could not even think straight at the moment...

 

[marauder13]

Darren fought hard to keep his excitement at bay as Jessica finally submitted to his first commands. He was male enough to relish in the true beauty that was going to be revealed to him, and more so because she was doing as he instructed of her. Plus, hearing her soft voice carry the words he longed to hear made a warmth spread through him like a ripple.

"yes.... yes... Sir"

He could see she was scared by what was happening, and he had no reason to scold her over that fear. It was exactly what he wanted instilled in her at that time. She needed of be afraid of him, to know that her very survival depended on him. Her obedience would be the key to ensuring her survival.

"please... please don't make me do this...."

He saw her eyes track to the flogger. He didn't say a word, but let the subtle sounds of the leather talk for him. The low hiss of the leather sliding together spoke more clearly to Jessica that he would, and it allowed him to remain focused on what was necessary.

"ok.... ok... please no. Sir...."

Darren loved how she kept her face downcast as she complied to his order. Slowly, she removed her clothes, keeping her self covered as much as possible for as long as possible. Her legs were marvelous. Long, curved, just right for wrapping around her Master's body while he fucked her. In time, they would also be limbre enough to be bent exactly how he wanted them to maximize the pleasure he gained from her.

When her top was removed, Darren was surprised to find her without a bra. But it only meant he was given his first view of the bust that was always hinted at whenever he saw her. She was generously endowed, without being too top heavy, capped with lovely dark nipples that stood out well against her fair skin. He knew better than to think their prominence was due to any thoughts she had. He was looking forward to all the joys those mounds of feminine flesh would bring for them both.

Yet another pause raised his frustrations further when she had only her panties on. Another little rustling hiss brought those to the floor as well. Darren stood in slight awe of his new slave. Only one little flaw blemished her; her name under the tattoo on her right hip. He thought she would have been bare at the apex of her legs like most modern women seemed to be, instead a well trimmed patch of hair matching that of her head, helped to hide her pussy from him.

Her hands slowly went behind her back, her entire body shaking. He liked what it did for her tits, as well as her thighs. He could imagine how her arse would be jiggling too.

"please.... please don't do this"

Darren chuckled deeply. "My beauty, I already have, and I will continue to do so." He strolled up to her, pushing her shin up with the end of the flogger handle, letting the leather straps fall casually between her breasts. "This place is your entire world, my beauty. Anything outside it is none of your concern. All you need concern yourself with is obeying your commands. Promptly. You are new, so this was your one and only time where I will be tolerant of your tardiness. Such tardiness will result not only in punishment, but in similar tardiness for things like food and water."

The point that touched her chin moved down her throat, through the valley of her chest and down to her stomach. Darren then walked around Jess, looking her over intently, occasionally prodding her with the flogger. Just seeing her naked was giving him quite a turn on, as were the brief flashes of what he would be getting her to do. Her back was fine, well curved and smooth. The arse was perfect. He could grab each cheek easily and firmly manipulate the globes without problems. He continued his inspection until he was in front of her once more.

"Listen carefully, my beauty. No tardiness, or foolishness. Gather up all of what you've dropped on the floor, and pile it by the wall, next to the door. Then, come back here, kneel and sit back on your feet, hands behind your back again. Also, you will spread your knees to at least shoulder width apart."

He stepped to one side, leaning in until his mouth was close to her ear. "Go."

 

[RainingHeat]

"please.... please don't do this"

Darren chuckled deeply. "My beauty, I already have, and I will continue to do so."

It took all the strength she had to not flinch back when he came so close to her. Her mind was twisting, whirling, desperately trying to come up with a way out of this. Anything. She met his gaze when he raised her chin, she feeling the leather handle of that flogger pressing to flesh, those demonic straps tickling down almost playfully between her bared breasts. Her breath caught then, her entire form trembling.

"This place is your entire world, my beauty. Anything outside it is none of your concern. All you need concern yourself with is obeying your commands. Promptly. You are new, so this was your one and only time where I will be tolerant of your tardiness. Such tardiness will result not only in punishment, but in similar tardiness for things like food and water."

His words were chilling, sending a shiver right down to her very bones. "I... don't .. understand" What was going on? Why had he snatched her this way? Kidnapping? Ransom? And why, was he doing THIS to her? Her mind struggled to put all the pieces in place, but in her fear and near exhaustion, she just could not, yet....

She actually hissed as she felt the leather of the flogger slowly glide downwards, descending, slithering, along her throat, touching the tender skin of her chest, between her naked breasts, her breathing, a bit ragged, just barely causing the slightest wiggle, before it paused at the flat of her belly. It was as if it were learning her, tasting her, scenting her, where she was vulnerable, where it would sting to kiss with it's leather straps.

He then proceeded to walk around her, and it took all Jess had to remain stilled. She could feel his heated gaze, effectively raping her, the flogger podding her every now and again. The pink blush to her cheeks, and even her entire body, deepened in her embarassment, her shame, and moreso, her abject terror that even now, threatened to rise into a panic again.

"get a grip Jess, stay calm. You can't escape now, just wait, you will get free, then you can laugh in his face while he rots in jail. Patience, calm, just wait" the words slowly fanned across her mind. She would have to stay calm, do what he said, for now, until she got a better handle on just what the fuck he wanted with her and how to get the hell out of here.

"Listen carefully, my beauty. No tardiness, or foolishness. Gather up all of what you've dropped on the floor, and pile it by the wall, next to the door. Then, come back here, kneel and sit back on your feet, hands behind your back again. Also, you will spread your knees to at least shoulder width apart."

Next to the door. But Jess already knew, some inner voice of reason speaking up, that door would either be locked, or it lead to nowhere. There was no way she was going to escape until she knew where she was. Just making a mad dash out that door would only lead to her trying to outrun, and out smart, him, this was HIS lair. He knew the lay of the land. She did not.. yet. "I'll learn" her mind said to itself.

Wait... kneel????

It took a minute for that word to hit her.

Kneel...

Kneeling.... that ... was submissive.. that was ... enslaving.. that was....

She flinched this time when he leaned in, his breath claiming her ear.

"Go"

What the fuck should she do? Her mind ran thru several different ideas in a matter of milliseconds. Again, that door would more than likely not afford her the escape she needed. And, he still had that flogger. Did... Did he have worse than that? She... would have to do what... He wanted, for now. But the thought of kneeling....

She stepped away from him, and bent to gather her clothes, more than mindful how exposed she was. The look she shot him then, as she stood, was one of pure loathing, her green eyes nearly on fire. How dare he. She had been nothing but cordial to him, every time they met. How dare he think.... but her gaze again fell to the flogger and she stepped back again, turning and doing as he asked. She let her gaze linger on the door, almost... she almost grabbed for it. But rationally, she knew that would get her nowhere. Nowhere at all, and only anger him. She could not afford to do that, she had already learned that lesson.

Jess hesitated then, not wanting to approach him again.

"no.. why, why are you making me kneel, why are you... you... Darren, please. Just let me go. please" she was near tears, and fighting mightily to not cry. "just let me go home. Please. Darren. I don't understand WHY you are doing this"

 

[marauder13]

Darren saw Jessica hesitating again but then she started moving just before he was ready to start punishing her. Her bend accentuated the lines of her lower body, as well as giving him a delightful tease of her treasure as she gathered her clothes.

The blistering look she gave him was met with a passive one that was reserved for looking on things that were mundane, yet expected. The see-saw of emotions was entertaining, to a degree, but eventually would settle into one over the other, then then the real work would begin. He expected her to resist, possibly even fight back in some way. When she did, she would find it served no real purpose except to make him irate and let her receive a stern reminder of what was expected of her.

He watched her move, liking everything he saw. He was a man of simple pleasures, so watching a naked woman moving about was one of many things that could bring Darren pleasure.

She dropped her clothing where he told her to, not taking too much time getting over there. However, when she turned to face him, she stopped. Even through the low lighting of the room, he could see her fighting back another crying spell.

"no.. why, why are you making me kneel, why are you... you... Darren, please. Just let me go. please just let me go home. Please. Darren. I don't understand WHY you are doing this"

Darren sighed in disappointment as he made his way over to where Jess stood. It was not an act, for he was genuinely disappointed with her. He thought that she was smart enough to understand the change, and adapt to it quickly. As he closed, he shook out the straps to make sure that the were loose before being applied.

"My beauty, you seem to have forgotten the rules once again." He grabbed her, pulling her away from the wall before turning her around and shoving her back toward it. Her hands flew up to brace her, landing on the smooth, cool surface. "Keep them there!" He took a step back, priming the flogger for the strike.

"Do as you are told, my beauty." His voice was calm as the flogger crashed against her back. The flogger fell five times in total as he spoke. "You are commanded, you follow that command. Don't hesitate, don't think, just do." He paused, readjusting her position so she was better suited for being flogged. Once more, five times the flogger struck her back and arse. Each blow was hard, delivered by a steady hand with little variance.

"Also, you have been told to address me as 'Sir'. So if I hear you use Darren, or anything else apart from 'Sir' when you talk to me, you will feel the flogger again. Just like you will when you disobey me."

He took a handful of her hair, using it as a leash of bring her back to the centre of the room. He pulled her upright, unto the balls of her feet, bringing her face close to his. His breathing was a little laboured from his punishing her, but there was little else to say he was anything but calm.

"My beauty, when I let go of you, you will walk over to the bundle of clothes, bend over presenting that gorgeous rear to me and touch them with your fingertips. You will then return to this place, where you will kneel, sitting back on you feet, hands behind your back and have your knees at least shoulder width apart. You fail, I will kiss you with the flogger ten more times, and you will try it again until you get it right. Even if I have to strip the flesh from your back to do it."

He released enough pressure to allow her to stand on her feet, while still having a handful of her hair. He opened his hand, letting her hair drop back around her face and shoulders.

 

[RainingHeat]

"no.. why, why are you making me kneel, why are you... you... Darren, please. Just let me go. please just let me go home. Please. Darren. I don't understand WHY you are doing this"

Jess flattened herself against the wall when he approached her, her eyes widening as she watched every move he made.

"My beauty, you seem to have forgotten the rules once again."

She yelped when he grabbed her, twisting her and slamming her back into the wall, facing it. She threw up her hands to protect herself from being shoved hard into that surface... his "Keep them there!" ringing in her ears. What the hell did that mean, keep them there?

When the leather struck her back, Jess screamed. An agonized sound that came from the very depths of her, and hung in the air of the room. She felt as if her back were on fire, that he was flaying it with a razored edge, and still he struck again and again against her bared skin, her tender flesh.

"Do as you are told, my beauty." His voice was calm as the flogger crashed against her back. The flogger fell five times in total as he spoke. "You are commanded, you follow that command. Don't hesitate, don't think, just do."

"Also, you have been told to address me as 'Sir'. So if I hear you use Darren, or anything else apart from 'Sir' when you talk to me, you will feel the flogger again. Just like you will when you disobey me."

She lost count this time just how many times that demon flogger bit, tore, seared across her back. Her screams, near the end, had faded into a low, keening, sobbing sound. She was barely able to keep her feet, the wall the only thing that allowed her to stay standing at all. She was panting, her breath coming in deep ragged gasps, and the flesh of her back felt like it was peeling off. When he dragged her to the center the room once more, it took all her strength to stay on her feet, but then again, he was holding her on the balls of her feet, by her hair. Her tear stained face brought to his.

"My beauty, when I let go of you, you will walk over to the bundle of clothes, bend over presenting that gorgeous rear to me and touch them with your fingertips. You will then return to this place, where you will kneel, sitting back on you feet, hands behind your back and have your knees at least shoulder width apart. You fail, I will kiss you with the flogger ten more times, and you will try it again until you get it right. Even if I have to strip the flesh from your back to do it."

"Strip the flesh from your back" it was those words sent a horrifying chill thru her, starting in the depths of her belly and radiating outwards.

Her entire back now felt like it was on fire, the pain throbbing. Why... why was he doing this to her??? When he released her, she could barely stay on her feet and thought for sure she was going to go down. But she managed to step back and stay upright. Her mind struggled to remember what he wanted. But it came to her a moment later. Slowly, she could not move fast given how much she hurt, she turned and went over to where her clothes were piled, bending, with a cry of pain as she did so, to touch them. She was more than aware that her backside, and sex were fully visible to him and that brought the tears again, but she managed to stay silent as they fell. Turning, she approached him, almost hesitating, but the flogger at his side did not let her pause for any length of time.

She tried to keep as much distance between her and him as she could before she sunk down to her knees, defeated and scared. She remembered his words.. sitting back on your feet, hands behind your back and have your knees at least shoulder width apart... Jess could not look up as she parted her thighs, the shame coloring her cheeks a deep red, settling her backside on her heels and laying her hands behind her back. That one motion making her hiss in pain once more, the sting still burning from his striking her with the leather.

Sobbing, she kept her head down and away, not wanting to look at him, to afraid to. "Sir... please... I beg you, let me go. I just want to go home. Please. I want my father. " Jess was crying now, she could not stop the emotion from coming thru.

 

[marauder13]

Darren observed Jess once his hand was free of her. She wobbled on her feet. He was not surprised, given the pain she would have been feeling, coupled with the shock of the beating. He was factoring in some time for her to gather her wits, but he wouldn't give her too much time. She needed to understand that she had to respond promptly. He knew she was a smart woman, and he would get her to apply that natural intelligence to her new environment.

Finally, she began to move towards her clothing. The movements were careful, cautious and controlled. He saw the occasional flinch as something she did caused her some degree of discomfort. Reaching the destination, Darren smiled lecherously as Jess did exactly as he commanded of her. She bent over, showing off her perfect rear, as well as displaying in a very teasing manner her delightful sex. Even the cry of pain as she moved seemed to make the entire scene more erotic to him. His mind picturing his hand delivering a stinging slap to those rounded globes of flesh presented so beautifully to him.

She turned, a strange look in her eyes that he had a hard time identifying. But it mattered little to him as she approached him. He noticed her cheeks were damper on her return. He heard no sobbing, which pleased him a little, and saddened him a little too. He was very fond of the young woman, and what he was going to put her through was going to be for their mutual benefit. It was going to be hard on her, and would hurt her at times, but in the end she was going to be grateful and thankful.

She lowered herself into the position he required of her, her face downcast as she shuffled her thighs apart. The view it granted him was lovely. It opened her up just nicely, letting him see the true gift she had waiting for him. One he would show her how she would rich enjoy sharing with him. He heard the soft hiss escape her as her hands came to rest behind her back. His lips curled slightly, as she got another reminder of what happened when she disobeyed him.

Darren stayed still, merely observing for a few moments before he was ready to give Jess something else to digest. But before he could, she started to sob.

"Sir... please... I beg you, let me go. I just want to go home. Please. I want my father. "

The dam finally broke, her pent up emotions from the kidnapping through to that moment finally breaking free. Darren placed the flogger on the floor behind him, and stepped closer to Jess. He knelt down between her parted thighs, his arms circling her shoulders, neck and head, drawing her into a surprising warm embrace. He held her against his chest, letting her tears run free until she stopped crying. While he kept an arm about her shoulder, his other hand brushed her hair away from her face.

“My beauty, I'm not going to let you go. As for going home, this is now your home. I know you want your father, but he is no longer a part of your life, nor are you a part of his. I know you wont believe me when I say this, but I got no pleasure from beating you as I did on either occasion, my beauty. But you need to remember, you must obey me. If you don't obey me, then I have no choice but to use the flogger on you. I would rather give you nice rewards, than harsh punishments. But, I can only give you what you deserve.”

Darren shifted his hands to Jess' shoulders, easing her back into her position. He crooked one forefinger, placing it under her chin to guide her face so she was looking at him.

“Now, my beauty, if you remain sitting here, like this, and not move while I get your bedding, I will apply a salve to your back that will numb the pain enough to allow you to sleep comfortably. If you don't, then at best, no salve, at worst, more kisses from the flogger before it is time for you to sleep.”

Darren reached back and picked up the flogger then stood up, taking a step back in the process. He turned his back on Jess, walking over to the door where she had piled her clothing. He paused at the door, his hand near the handle. He turned his head and looked back at her.

“Do you think you can be a good girl, my beauty?”

 

[RainingHeat]

It was all a nightmare, and Jess could not stop the gates of her fear from opening up, and letting her terror spill over. The tears flowed, her body shook, and she could not seem to gain a handle on it, or stop it. She just wanted to go home, or wake up from this horrible nightmare.

She had not expected for him to suddenly kneel down before her and gather her into his embrace. It shocked the hell out of her, and confused her completely. He had kidnapped her, beaten her with a leather flogger, caused her terror and pain, yet he was holding her gently, comforting her as she cried...??? Her mind was twisting now in circles, unsure what the hell to think.

Her body quivered, shuddered and shook against him. She did not embrace him, but she did not pull away either, needing the support at that moment.

“My beauty, I'm not going to let you go. As for going home, this is now your home. I know you want your father, but he is no longer a part of your life, nor are you a part of his. I know you wont believe me when I say this, but I got no pleasure from beating you as I did on either occasion, my beauty. But you need to remember, you must obey me. If you don't obey me, then I have no choice but to use the flogger on you. I would rather give you nice rewards, than harsh punishments. But, I can only give you what you deserve.”

Her dazed mind tried so hard to process what he was saying. It sounded so very convoluted to her. As if he were talking to a misbehaving child. But she was no child. And why? Why was "this" her home now? Her father loved her, what was he talking about?

"why.... do I deserve... this?" she asked, as she finally got a hold of her emotions. Truth be told, she had a million questions. Where was her father? What did he really want with her? What was he talking about when he said her father was no longer part of her life? How was this her home now? And punishment and rewards? She was not a dog to fetch a ball for a pat on the head. What the fuck was he talking about? What about her job, her friends, and Josh? Why HER?

He loosened his embrace as she finally began to slowly calm down and the shaking of her entire form ease. Hands on her shoulders, she was set back, ass resting on her heels.

Jess was still looking down, still trying to process all of this. She felt his finger glide under her chin and lift her head up to look at him.

It was then that a memory hit her. Her and Josh, watching a porn movie a couple of months ago. Often they liked to watch to either entertain them and get them aroused, not the Jess would let Josh go all the way, she refused to allow that, wanting to save herself for her wedding night, which she fully expected to be with Josh, but that did not mean the 2 young lovers did not still enjoy themselves, and often times, they found porns just to be funny, the bad acting, the awful music. But, be that as it may, there had been one they had watched, called "Countdown to Submission" ... and this particular pose struck home with Jess. The "Master" in the porn had put the "slave" in the same position she was now in. On her knees, finger slipped beneath her chin to lift it to look into his eyes, while he gazed down into hers.

Jess went pale, all color draining from her face.

“Now, my beauty, if you remain sitting here, like this, and not move while I get your bedding, I will apply a salve to your back that will numb the pain enough to allow you to sleep comfortably. If you don't, then at best, no salve, at worst, more kisses from the flogger before it is time for you to sleep.”

She said nothing, her mind racing, trying to get a handle on everything that was happening. Did he? Was he? was..... she?

“Do you think you can be a good girl, my beauty?”

Her gaze focused on him, now over by the door, that leather flogger in hand. Had that Master in the movie had that? At some point she was sure he had. But all she could remember was a wicked looking bull whip... and a riding crop of all things. Did he have those?

My beauty. He had been calling her that all along.

MY beauty.

Oh God.... what was she going to do?

Stay calm Jess, think it thru. Just think it thru.

"yes........................." there was a long pause ... "Sir"..........

 

[marauder13]

Darren saw that Jess was thinking. But it didn't appear to him that she was trying to think of a way of escaping, more like thinking through the shock of what was happening. He gave her time, though his expression made it clear that she didn't have all day.

"yes............................ Sir"

Darren smiled warmly, pleased that she showed some sense with her response. He nodded as he slipped the loop on the end of the flogger's handle over his wrist before turning the door handle. He pulled out a key from his pocket, which was on a chain, and unlocked the door. Once the key was back in his pocket, he opened the door. With one last glance back at Jess, he picked up her clothes, and took them out of the room with him.

He returned less than a minute later with a single bed mattress, a sheet, blanket, pillow, a couple of towels and a jar. He nudged the door shut with his foot, waiting until the loud clunk echoed through the room. He continued to carry and drag the bedding to the far end of the room, setting it down against the wall.

“Since it is your bed, Beauty, you'll have to make it. But come over here, and lie down. I'll put the salve on your back and the other places the flogger struck. It will numb the pain, so you may still feel a slight ache at worst, or it might take it all away.

“You may think I am some horrible person, Beauty, but I am not. I will admit to not being the nicest of people. But I may have punished you, but I don't want to see you suffer. You are smart, we both know that. There are rules here, Beauty, consistent, straight forward rules that if you stick to, things will go some much better for you. Remember, one of those rules is being polite to me. Think on that one for a bit. Just like how you need to obey.”

Darren took a step back from the mattress, looking at Jess clearly waiting for her to comply to his command. The flogger still hung from his wrist, slowly swaying, softly rustling asking sweetly to kiss her bare skin once more.

 

[RainingHeat]

As soon as the door closed, Jess let out a long, deep breath, almost a sigh. At least for the moment, no matter how long that moment may be, he was gone.

Just what the hell was going on? Her mind was whirling with questions, never mind trying to figure out how the hell to get out of this place. Just how long had she even been here? She had lost all track of time. It had to still be during the day. More than likely, her father, or boyfriend would not even know she was missing until tonight. But just when tonight? Josh was going off to play pool. He would not be at her place til midnight more than likely. And even then, he would have no clue what had happened, where she was.

It was these thoughts that were racing thru her mind when he returned, the door opening and he coming in, bedding in tow.

Jess said nothing. She just watched.

“Since it is your bed, Beauty, you'll have to make it. But come over here, and lie down. I'll put the salve on your back and the other places the flogger struck. It will numb the pain, so you may still feel a slight ache at worst, or it might take it all away."

"no.... sir..." she said slowly. There was no way she was letting him touch her if she could help it. "I am capable of taking care of myself, sir" she added. He wanted polite. That was polite, right?

“You may think I am some horrible person, Beauty, but I am not. I will admit to not being the nicest of people. But I may have punished you, but I don't want to see you suffer. You are smart, we both know that. There are rules here, Beauty, consistent, straight forward rules that if you stick to, things will go some much better for you. Remember, one of those rules is being polite to me. Think on that one for a bit. Just like how you need to obey.”

"I.... understand" she said thru gritted teeth. Good thing he did not ask for honesty. Right there on the tip of her very sarcastic tongue was a snide remark about him being a fucked up, ugly human being, never mind horrible. But she managed to bite it back. Her eyes alit on the flogger for a moment, and it was that thing, that silenced her.

"I just want to go home... sir" she again said, "but since it appears that is not an option..." she again had to stop the words. LEAVE ME ALONE screamed out in her head, the words right there at her lips, almost ready to be screamed at him, but she did not. She needed time alone, time to think. Getting beaten again was not going to help her with that.

The images from that movie were playing over and over in her head. And that, was scaring her almost more than he and his flogger were, at the moment at least.

 

[marauder13]

Darren shook his head in disappointment as he took a grip of the flogger's handle. He walked over to Jess slowly.

"Why, Beauty, are you being so stubborn, and stupid? You were told what to do, and you know full well what will happen if you don't do as you're told. Do you enjoy it? Being flogged?"

His free hand grabbed a fist full of her hair, and roughly guided her up onto the balls of her feet, leading her over to the mattress.

"Is it the pain? Is it the need for me to remind you that I am in charge? I can't believe that you're forgetful, or stupid. Surely you're not letting something like pride get the better of you." He threw her down onto the mattress, rolling her on er belly, placing one foot on her hips to keep her in place. You disobeyed me, Beauty, so it is time to be punished."

The flogger descended ten times on her back. Whenever her arms got in the way, he struck them harder, and didn't include them in the count. When he finished, he dropped the flogger on the floor, the handle clattering noticeably. He dropped down, and gathered Jess in his arms, carefully avoiding the areas where he had recently struck. He held her, comforting her as best he could; rocking her gentling, soothing her hair and making soft noises.

"My beauty, I don't like punishing you, and hurting you like that. But you must remember that you are to obey me. I know right now, you hate me, I scare you and you are very confused about what is going on. This is more reason for you to obey me. It will make things so much easier for you.

"Now, I am going to lie you down, and put the salve on the areas where you have been struck, and let you get some much needed sleep." Darren gave her a kiss on the forehead. It was soft, tender and warm. He carefully laid her down on her belly, again making sure he didn't bump any of the places where she had been struck.

He opened the jar of the salve, getting a good sized dollop on his fingers, then started to work in into the back. His touch was light and gentle. He smoothed the cool salve over Jess' skin, concentrating on those areas that showed signs of the flogger's abuse. His fingertips glided over her skin, tending to the injuries and nothing more. Darren enjoyed feeling Jess' back, though not the circumstances. Her back had the right combination of softness and firmness, as did her rear and thighs. Even her arms were wonderful to caress in the limited manner he was doing as he worked on them as well.

He was mildly disappointed when the work was complete. He was being functional with his touching, only coming into contact with those areas that had been touched by the flogger and using just enough pressure to work in the salve, but even that was a delight to do. He grabbed the sheet, shaking it out and covered her with it, followed by the blanket. He leaned down to kiss her crown.

"Sleep well, Beauty."

He gathered up everything that was no longer needed in the room, and left Jess to sleep.

 

[RainingHeat]

TEN times. Ten fucking times. She counted, everytime she screamed, she added it to the last time. Everytime the leather bit into her, marked her skin, her flesh, her back, her ass, she counted.

TEN times.

Never mind how many times that demon flogger tore into her arms. She stopped flailing, stopped writhing, she only wanted it to be over with at that point.

His words echoed in her mind... over and over again.

"Why, Beauty, are you being so stubborn, and stupid? You were told what to do, and you know full well what will happen if you don't do as you're told. Do you enjoy it? Being flogged?"

"Is it the pain? Is it the need for me to remind you that I am in charge? I can't believe that you're forgetful, or stupid. Surely you're not letting something like pride get the better of you. You disobeyed me, Beauty, so it is time to be punished."

"You disobeyed me, Beauty, so it is time to be punished."

"time to be punished"

Her screaming ceased when the flogger clattered to the floor. She was shuddering, taking deep gasping breaths. Her back, ass, arms, all burned, stung, the pain grabbing her, shaking her viciously. Even tho her screams had stopped, her sobbing did not. She felt the mattress shift as he came down upon it. Jess wanted to fight when he gathered her into his arms, but she just did not have the strength left. As he held her, she managed to gain the tiniest bit of control over her sobbing, it slowly decreasing until she halted all together. The quaking of her body was a whole other matter, that would not cease. His rocking of her only confused her more.

How.. how could he inflict such pain, and yet hold her and rock her and soothe her. What kind of Monster was this and how was she supposed to deal with him?

"My beauty, I don't like punishing you, and hurting you like that. But you must remember that you are to obey me. I know right now, you hate me, I scare you and you are very confused about what is going on. This is more reason for you to obey me. It will make things so much easier for you."

Jess closed her eyes. She was so confused, and she just did not want to deal with any of this anymore. Effectively, she was shutting down.

"Now, I am going to lie you down, and put the salve on the areas where you have been struck, and let you get some much needed sleep."

When he laid her down, she did not protest, she laid as he wished, and the salve was applied.

It felt good. GOD, it felt so good. The cream was soothing, cool, and he was exceedingly gentle as he applied it. Jess did not move, nor did she speak. Her eyes, however had opened. She was staring at the wall opposite where she lay, her mind a million miles away. She was desperately trying to deal with what had happened, what was happening, what would happen, and it was not easy.

"Sleep well, Beauty."

And he was gone. She did not even react when he had gently kissed the top of her head, like a father kissing an errant child. Once the light was off, that was when she finally moved, blinking into the darkness. Of course any move she made sent pain lacing thru her, exploding over every nerve ending. She hissed in her breath as she sat up, wrapping the sheet about herself, drawing up her legs and rocking slowly.

The tears came again, this time silent, gliding down her cheeks.

Darren Pearce... her mind struggled to remember the times that she had met him. The first one that came to her was when she was just a kid, and he was just a business acquaintance of her father's. That had been when her mother was alive. Jess remembered her mother blushing when Darren had said something to her. And she remembered his hearty laugh at that blush. She remembered meeting him again, when she was what, 16? At the Company cookout. She had seen him several times since then, but none stood out. Not until another Company cookout she was at, just a year ago. She had just turned 21, and had just met Josh, her current boyfriend. Darren had approached her. He had even go so far as ask her out. Of course she politely declined, "I am absolutley flattered Mr. Pearce" she had said, smiling, "but I only just met another, and had our first date. Please accept my apology that this is just not the right time for me." Polite, nice, she had never even thought to be rude to him. Wait.... he had called her "Beauty" even then. Now she remembered. "That's ok Beauty, perhaps another time, my loss" he had said, something along those lines. She had blushed, just like her mother had.

Why, why was he doing this to her now?

It was those thoughts that finally lulled the exhausted, sore, scared Jess to sleep. She laying back down on the meager mattress, eyes still wet with tears, her mind no longer able to even think about what was happening. She, thankfully, fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, for many, many hours.

 

[marauder13]

Darren's mind was buzzing as he left Jess' room. He finally had her, and she was just as beautiful as he thought she would be. She was proving to be a little more stubborn that he estimated, but that was something that he would easily fix by remaining true to his discipline.

He went and fixed himself dinner, and thought about the next day's activities. What he wanted was to take her and use her body in the ways it was intended to be used and enjoyed, but he knew that it was too early for that to occur. He sat down, eating while he listed the actual possible tasks he would get her to do. By the time he had finished eating, he had his list and he felt relaxed.

Darren retired to his bedroom, stripping and climbing into bed, quickly falling asleep. He had the best night's sleep for many years.


Darren woke with his alarm at six AM. He showered, shaved and attended to his other needs, then got himself dressed. His next stop was the kitchen where he prepared breakfast for himself and for Beauty. He ate his casually, feeling his excitement grow knowing he was about to go and join his lovely companion shortly and continue her education.

He picked up Beauty's breakfast, a container of a tasteless brown sludge that had everything the human body needed, except of course for taste. Proteins, vitamins, minerals, fibre, carbohydrates, the lot. He took it, along with a litre bottle of water with him into the store room, where he got a camp toilet, a 1 metre diameter fabric disk and the black flogger.

When he entered Beauty's room, he placed the toilet in the corner closest to the door, then proceeded to the centre of the room and dropped the cloth circle on the floor. A few feet away from it, he put down the bottle and the container.

"Time to wake up, Beauty. Rise and shine." Darren's voice was bright and cheerful as he walked closer to her bed. "You need to get out of bed, and go kneel on the circle in the middle of the room. If you are not quick enough, You'll feel the flogger's kiss ten times, and you'll get to try it all over again."

His voice dropped into a hard, commanding tone. "Get to the circle now, Beauty."

 

[RainingHeat]

"Time to wake up, Beauty. Rise and shine. You need to get out of bed, and go kneel on the circle in the middle of the room. If you are not quick enough, You'll feel the flogger's kiss ten times, and you'll get to try it all over again."

She was not even awake. She had slept the night thru. How many hours had it been? Given she had worked all night prior to this nightmare beginning, her body had needed, demanded, the sleep. His voice, who the hell was that again? penetrated the depths of her sleep, of her mind, rousing her slowly.

She heard ONE word clearly. FLOGGER...

Jess sat up, hissing in her breath at the pain that shot thru her like a rocket. Her body went tense, she trembling at the sensation, as her eyes blinked, trying to focus. Flogger. Get into the circle, kneel, or that demonic leather flogger would be tearing into her again.

"Get to the circle now, Beauty."

She scrambled off the mattress, not even getting to her feet, instead, crawling, and not in any way considered even remotely seductive, across the hard, cold floor, the to circle in the middle. Panting in a near panic, she knelt there, head down, shaking. She completely forgot about the fact she was naked. All she could focus on was that she was cold, and scared.

She wanted to beg him again to let her go. To beg for answers as to why. But she stayed utterly and completely silent. She had to figure out how to get thru this. How to gain control back. That certainly was not going to happen while she was locked in this room, naked, with that flogger threatening her. She would need to get thru this until she as allowed out into the other parts of her dungeon here. His home. Perhaps if she had been a slut like one of her "friends" at the Hospital, she would have seduced her way out of this. But that was beyond her own scope of thinking. Not that it would have worked.

What time was it? Had Josh come by to find her gone? Had he maybe called her father? Were they looking for her, even now?

She stayed still, as still as her quivering body would allow, in the circle in the middle of that room.

 

[marauder13]

Darren thought her reaction to the mention of the punishment was somewhat humourous. She sat bolt upright, eliciting a hiss of pain from her. She trembled visibly. It made him feel warm inside knowing that already he was exerting a level of control over her. Admittedly, it was driven by fear, but soon, it would be replaced by a desire to get affirmation from him as she started to receive less punishments from him.

But it was how she got to the circle that amused him the most. Rather than stand up and move briskly, she scrambled on all fours to get there as swiftly as possible. It did show her off in a different way, demonstrating the truth behind her figure and health, but it was not the most flattering of ways of getting from one place to another. He would have to get her to crawl again sometime, but in a more seductive way.

She did as he instructed, reaching the circle, kneeling quietly. But he was slightly mesmerized by the way her heavy breathing make her excellent breasts rise and fall so deliciously. He wanted to have his hands over them, feeling them press into his palms, and retreat with each breath, slowly brushing her nipples and making them harden. He filed that away for future reference.

He walked over to her, a slight slump in his otherwise straight posture denoting his disappointment in her. He came to a stop just off to one side. He moved the flogger into position, the straps rustling loudly enough in the silent room to be heard anywhere within.

"Move your arms out of the way, Beauty. You're not kneeling properly. Knees apart, remember." The flogger descended for the first of the ten blows to her back. They were not a hard as yesterdays, but still hard enough to bring the point home. Once the flogging is complete, Darren slipped his hand through the strap. He walk around the front of Jess, adjusting her knees until they were positioned correctly, then dropped to one knee and drew her into a comforting embrace.

"Beauty, you need to remember what is required of you. They are simple things for someone like you to remember. I know how smart you are, and you are more than capable of doing all of this. Just calm down, and focus on what you need to do." He held her gently, soothing her as he did. She felt really good in his arms, and he knew she would feel even better beneath him while he took his pleasure from her.

Darren continued to hold her until her crying and sobbing passed, then gave her a tender kiss on her forehead, helping her to sit up straight. He gave her a reassuring smile, then handed her the container with her breakfast in it.

"Here, drink all of this. It has everything your body will need. After that, drink about a quarter to a third of the bottle of water." He moved back a little, sitting down just outside the circle.

"Today, you will be learning a few things you will need to do on a regular basis, just like how you kneel. I am sure, Beauty, that you do have questions that you are almost dying to ask. Part of being polite is seeking permission to speak, and then when you have that permission, asking politely. Now, while you are having your breakfast, I will answer four questions. There may be questions you ask that I will refuse to answer, if that is the case, you may ask another in its place."