The closet libertine and his media whore

[Leopald]

Sean watched indifferently as Katya left to freshen up. He waited for a minute or two, then got up to walk over to his desk. He heard the shower running as he opened his laptop and got to work downloading a Lithuanian to English program. He checked the estimated download time. About 10 minutes.

He then loaded up his banking software and used a seperate smaller account to wire cash to Mikhail. The amount was a drop in the bucket compared to what Sean was privately worth, but it still seemed like a large sum for what it was being used for. The account was set up under a pseudo name, and hopefully harder to trace back to him if legal issues did arise later.

Once he was finished, he checked the download again. He only had to wait a few more minutes, so he sat and did just that. After the program was downloaded, he spent a minute or two installing it, then tried to familiarize himself with the workings. Pretty easy, though the other language was gibberish to him.

He got up and grabbed a cup of coffee from the automatic dispenser and pondered his plan. He set up another chair in front of his desk, and then walked out of the room. Throughout the house, he gathered random items and shoved them into a duffel bag. Most were props from movies he'd been in, and were quite varied in use and design. Hollywood was wonderful.

He strode back into the room, wondering if his 'guest' would be out of the shower or not.

 

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Katya showered fairly quickly, soaping herself up and washing her hair for good measure. When she was done, she wrapped herself in a towel and padded around Sean's bedroom trying to find her clothes. They seemed to have disappeared, along with Sean himself. She wandered over to his closet, thinking she could put on a T shirt of his or something. The doors wouldn't move though and some code input device beeped and flashed at her angrily. Katya leaped away from the door as though it was electrified. This house was insane. Sean's clothes apparently had more security than the bank in her village back home.

She was still clutching a towel around herself when he returned to the room, carrying a duffel bag. Maybe he had something for her to wear in that then? He was still naked but then he hadn't showered yet. She approached Sean and smiled at him.

"Hello." She ventured, feeling shy and awkward after the things they had done together. "How are you today Sean? You have my things?" She asked the last question playfully, expecting him either to return her clothes or give her something else to put on from the bag.

 

[Leopald]

Sean smiled and decided to be cryptic. "Oh, this? Just some stuff I thought we could use." He knew she wouldn't understand most of what he'd said, but hoped she would get the drift. He had also dodged her question about clothes.

He smiled sweetly and gently took her towel. "I need to borrow this," he explained. He tucked the damp cotton under his arm and guided her to his laptop and the chair before it. The language program was loaded up and at the start screen. He sat her down and placed her hand on the mouse.

"I want to give you an opportunity to make some money for your family before you go home. I will pay you well, and you'll learn how to be a personal assistant. Then you can go home with lots of money." He felt like he was speaking to a child, slowly enunciating his words, hoping for comprehension. "Start learning," he said with a pleasant grin and he walked towards the bathroom.

After leaving the naked girl at his desk, he started up the shower and checked the water temp. Once it was perfect, he stepped in and washed himself in record time. It was a quick towel dry and he was ready to check on her again.

He approached from behind. "How is it going?"

 

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Katya tried to hide her disappointment but it was a real blow. Last night she had believed he just wanted to return her to her family. Now he was talking about her learning English and working for him. He didn't need her to work for him, the man had more money than God. Learning English would take time as well so it was clear he expected her to stay with him for a long while. She didn't understand the term 'personal assistant.'

Katya tried to navigate the language programme but the screen prompts were in English and she didn't understand them enough to change it to Lithuanian. Her IT skills were lacking in general, having been a barely educated sex slave for two long years. Sean's computer was far more complicated than anything she had used in school. She pecked laboriously away at it, making no progress at all.

Soon Sean was back again, checking on her. Katya frowned.

"I do not know how i use this." She shrugged. She regarded Sean shyly from beneath her lashes as she continued, not wanting to appear ungrateful. "Sean... you do very good thing for me and i very thank you. But... I not need lot of money. I just really want go home... please."

 

[Leopald]

Sean frowned. "I need some work done, though. And your family could certainly use the money. Education, investing. Think of how much good it will do you and them. It won't be long, I promise. Just need to get some affairs in order. But you'll need to learn before you can help."

He leaned over her, smelling her fresh scent as he fiddled with the program. It was simplistic enough, but it would help if she could read it. He changed the base language and prompts to her native tongue and guided her hand back to the mouse.

"There. That should help," he said, still leaning over her. He rubbed his morning stubble across her cheek softly to try and cheer her up. "Just try it. Later on I'll see about trying to get a call through to your family, let them know you're alive and well. You don't have to tell them what you've been through, just that you're making money and will be home soon."

If he couldn't convince her to try and start learning this way, he'd have to move on to the items in his bag.

 

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He was more relaxed now, his tone gentle and persuasive. Katya still understood very little of what he said but the words 'call' and 'family' got through loud and clear. She decided to do as she was told for now and try to be more insistent about going home once she had spoken to them. When she heard their voices, she would finally believe it was real, that this man she hardly knew truly wanted to help her. She took up a pen and paper and scribbled the name and number from memory, though she didn't know the international dialling codes. The pen felt strange in her hand and her writing was laborious. Katya couldn't even remember the last time she had put pen to paper. There was so much she had to relearn, almost as though she had been comatose for a couple of years. Her life had consisted of nothing but sex and survival. She handed the paper to Sean.

"My house, no phone. My uncle have bar, is phone. His name Liudvikas Ulinski."

He took the paper and she returned obediently to the screen, wondering where to start. It offered her a few easy lessons to assess her current fluency and she started with that.

 

[Leopald]

Sean nodded, acting as if he cared. He took the piece of paper casually and kissed her forehead, before leaving the room. Once in the kitchen, the small piece of paper with her horrid writing found its way into the same disposal that had taken her clothes.

He wandered around the house naked for a few hours, making call after call, taking faxes, always careful to not give any information regarding the nature of his inquiries. He had documents drawn up, written agreements, contracts. Some were from his agent regarding possible future roles after his vacation, others were in regards to Katya.

He'd forged a new-hire form, gotten falsified legal documents, and a basic personal assistant training book all printed up over the course of the day. He'd convince her that everyone in hollywood used Americanized stage names, regardless of what they did. That would help hide her true identity from the public eye.

He was impatient by the time he'd finished his last phone call, and his temper was on its last thread. Lying to lawyers was tough work, and while he certainly wasn't a stranger to it, it drained and frustrated him. He put all of the paperwork in a neat little portfolio and carried it back to his room and the waiting girl.

"Katya, my dear. I couldn't get a hold of my European contacts to post a call, I'm sorry. Maybe next time. But I did get some paperwork for you to sign, including a bank account that we'll add your family to so they can use the money you make while here." He plopped the paperwork down and attempted to rush her through it, not really explaining any of it clearly at all.

"Oh, and you should use a more American name while you work. People might try and take advantage of you if they think you can't speak English, and everyone in Hollywood changes their name..."

 

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Katya gazed wide eyed at the incomprehensible documents. This was all happening much too fast and she still hadn't spoken to her family yet. She was here illegally and Sean wanted her to open a bank account and change her name. She paused, mentally replaying what he had just said, trying to understand it better. Her head already ached from the intensive language programme and now he was throwing this at her? It was too much.

"Um... I have accent. People know I foreign." She shrugged, unable to see the point of changing her name. "My passport... Mikhail has it. You have phone, I can call Liudvikas from here, yes?"

Katya couldn't understand why she needed a bank account. She didn't want to be here any longer than she had to be. Surely it was simpler for Sean to pay her with cash that she could send by Western Union or something? She didn't understand why Sean wanted to risk prosecution for employing an illegal immigrant. Why did he want her as a PA anyway? She would be useless.

"Sean... I know nothing of English, computer, Hollywood, America, movies... all these things. You can get a good person to do this, an American."

Katya had made no move to sign anything and she wasn't about to until he had let her make her phonecall.

 

[Leopald]

He rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration. His patience had run out, and anger was rising from deep within him. He sat on the edge of the desk for a few minutes, trying to decide his next course of action. When he finally did look up, the anger in his eye was impossible to hide.

The room's silence was invaded by the loud report of his hand striking her cheek. The blow had been hard, and before she could recover, his face was pressed close to hers. "You will sign every paper, every line I place in front of you. You will do as I say when I say to do it, and you won't ever question me again. If you can't follow these simple tasks, then you will NEVER see your precious family or shithole country every again, do you understand?" He spat out the last words, little bits of spittle flying from his barred teeth and onto her face.

He reached for the duffel bag and dropped the heavy thing abruptly into her lap, then slapped her once again. The slaps were merciless, but he didn't care. This ungrateful little bitch was going to learn some manners. His hand dove into the bag and pulled out a pair of zip-ties.

He moved behind her chair quickly and grabbed her arms. He was quick in pulling them far behind her back, and even faster at looping and sinching the zip ties closed. They were as tight as he could make them, and threatened to cut her wrists if she struggled too much.

He stepped back and admired the naked, bound girl in her chair before he got back in her face. "I tried to play nice," he sneered. "Tried to give you what you wanted, but you had to be a selfish little whore, didn't you? All I ask is one little favor, and you spit in my face with what you think is freedom. Well, little slut. How does your freedom feel?"

With his last words, he grabbed her hair and tore her head back. His free hand closed tightly around her throat, squeezing her trachea, almost feeling it collapse under his power.

Fuck. This felt good.

 

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Katya had sensed he was in a bad mood but nothing prepared her for Sean's total metamorphosis into a violent psycho. He backhanded her viciously and snarled into her face.

"You will sign every paper, every line I place in front of you. You will do as I say when I say to do it, and you won't ever question me again. If you can't follow these simple tasks, then you will NEVER see your precious family or shithole country every again, do you understand?"

Kayta nodded fervently, trying to calm him down. Although she hadn't caught every word, the overall message got through loud and clear. She had read stories of film stars being petulant divas but she had never imagined anything like this. Sean wasn't done with her though, not nearly. He smacked her face again and bound her wrists tightly with zip-ties, closing them with such force that Katya felt like he was trying to amputate her hands. He stepped back and leered at her malevolently, his hard gaze sweeping her stricken body, making Katya squirm in the chair as though he had run his hands over her. Sean lunged forwards and growled at her again, his tone mocking and contemptuous.

"I tried to play nice, tried to give you what you wanted, but you had to be a selfish little whore, didn't you? All I ask is one little favor, and you spit in my face with what you think is freedom. Well, little slut. How does your freedom feel?"

He spoke more slowly that time and Katya understood more of what he said, for all the good that did. She couldn't understand why he was behaving like this. She had never asked him to buy her from Mikhail. Sean snapped her head back and griped her throat tightly, his fingers gouging into her flesh, flexing and squeezing as though he was having a hard time restraining himself from choking her until she died. Katya's wrists writhed reflexively against their bindings and her skin split and tore, causing fresh pain to assail her as warm blood flowed from the wounds, pumped out by her racing heart. Katya shook with terror in the chair, unable to move, speak or breathe, forced to struggle and convulse helplessly, waiting to see whether he let her live or die.

 

[Leopald]

Sean was having difficulty convincing himself to ease the pressure on her throat. He stared into her panicked eyes as his grip tightened a little further. She was convulsing, the lack of oxygen clearly working itself into her body, he watched her hand strain and flex at the bindings, the trickles of blood flow down. Delicious. The power was consuming, exhilarating, and he needed more. It was affecting him in so many ways, and he knew he would have to act on that. A dead body wasn't conducive to those plans.

He watched as her eyes started to roll up, then suddenly released her throat. His hand didn't leave her hair, however, and he leaned back down, his lips nearly touching hers as he growled.

"You will obey me, or you will die." He let the words sink in, waiting for her recovery. He knew the truth of it, and she was probably starting to see it as well. Only one person knew she was even here, and he was assuming she would be on her way home. It would be simple enough to fabricate the rest of the story. Legally, she wasn't even in America, so nobody would be looking for her in some amount of time, wondering why she'd disappeared. Her own family thought her dead, and probably had no resources to investigate otherwise.

Her very life right now rested on Sean's decisions. Literally and figuratively, he held the power to save or murder her in his clenched fist. The sooner she realized this, the sooner she would be willing to do absolutely anything to keep him happy.

He yanked her forward and out of the chair, before throwing her to the ground. He was on top of her in an instant. His cock had grown quite ready in his initial choking of her, as exciting as it was, and since they were both naked, there was nothing to stop him. Within only a few moments of her staring death in the face, he was shoving his hard member into a dry cunt.

 

[fuckmeat]

"You will obey me, or you will die."

Katya stared up at the man who had so recently promised to realise her desperate hopes of freedom and returning to her family. Sean was positively feral as he squeezed her throat threateningly. Katya had no way of nodding or replying, she simply hung there on the end of his fist.

Her stricken lungs were still heaving pointlessly as he ripped her from the chair by her throat and threw her to the floor. She landed on her tightly bounds wrists and felt the skin tear further. Sean landed on top of her, causing the zip ties to bite even deeper into her slim wrists. She gasped air as Sean shoved her legs apart and forced his way into her. He was rock hard and she was bone dry. Katya cried out as he rammed into her totally helpless beneath him as Sean tore into her body. His expression was still savage. He was relishing her pain and terror. Rage boiled in Katya and before she was coherent enough to edit her thoughts, she called Sean a 'bastard,' one of the few English words with which she was familiar.

He paused inside her, his cock throbbing as though he was going to cum already, his expression incredulous. Katya flinched and began backpedalling desperately.

"No, no I do not mean it. I sorry. I not mean to say that... Sean please."

She was trembling violently beneath him now, terror spasming through her muscles.

"I sorry... very sorry." She stammered, her voice ragged and broken from being almost strangled.

 

[Leopald]

"Bastard?" Sean growled as he leaned into her face. "You haven't seen anything yet."

With one fluid motion he pulled out of her and stood up, his cock bouncing in the air for a moment as it freed itself from her dry box. He leaned down and grabbed her throat once more, using it to pull her up off her back. His other hand took her by the arm and threw her over his shoulder. She was helplessly bound, her wrists a bloody mess as she draped over him. He smacked her exposed ass several times now, as it was right next to his face. It was tough to keep his sneer contained as he planned his next move.

He chuckled coldly as he strode towards his new destination. She had visited his jacuzzi before, with bubbles, wine, and sweet words, but this time would be different. It didn't take long at all to reach the tub, and with a flick of the switch, the jets activated once more. They were more for dramatic effect at this point.

He dropped his shoulder, causing her to slip off and start to fall over. He caught her roughly, though, and stood her in front of him, facing the bubbling hot water. He placed a hand on her hip and wrapped another in her hair before forcefully bending her over the tub at her waist. He lined himself up and shoved back into her, planning on finishing what he started. He was pushing hard too, and could hear her hips loudly thumping into the tile that lined the jacuzzi. So much more to teach her.

"Care to repeat that, little cunt?" He asked sarcastically right before he plunged her face into the water, his hips still bucking into her.

Maybe she'd learn if he drowned her...

 

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Katya continued to apologise as Sean carried her to his bedroom, smacking her asscheeks as he went. The man had seriously lost the plot. She heard the jacuzzi roar into life and wondered with mounting terror, what he was going to do next. He was hardly going to reward her for a comment like that with a nice relaxing dip in the tub.

Then she was falling. Katya screamed as she rolled off of his shoulder, certain she was going to drop six feet and hit the floor face-first. Sean caught her roughly but it was more breaking her fall while facilitating her journey to the floor than anything else. She landed hard beside the edge of the tub, knocking the breath from her lungs. He grabbed her hair again and bent her over the side. Now Katya knew what was he was going to do but she couldn't struggle and screaming was a bad idea. She hauled air into her stricken lungs as Sean entered her once more, slamming into her torn pussy and mashing her hips and knees beneath him. Katya's wrists writhed futilely, making more tears splash down her face.

"Care to repeat that, little cunt?" He snarled. Katya could hear the triumphant grin that was no doubt plastered across his face. Then he plunged her head under the water.

Katya resisted the urge to exhale a scream. She held on to the air she had with grim determination. She also forced herself not to struggle, because she'd only use oxygen up faster. Sean was annihilating her, his cock ripping and tearing her dry pussy, the force of his savage thrusts bruising and grazing her hips and knees. Her wrists were still agony. Katya's upper body hung in a weird kind of suspended animation. She decided to play dead, forcing herself to go completely limp despite the pain, forcing herself not to fight and try getting her head above water. She hung there, fairly convinced that she was going to die before Sean noticed that she was apparently unconscious. Katya found that she really didn't care any more. Death would be a long awaited rest, a place where no man could ever use her again.

She exhaled, emptying out her lungs. Katya now wanted to die. She closed her eyes tight and inhaled water. Now her body's self defence instincts kicked in and she started convulsing. The world began to fall away and Katya smiled insanely, light headed and euphoric on O2 deprivation. Somewhere above and behind her, Sean pounded her well trained G spot for the hundredth time and white heat seared through her, making her arch and furiously milk his cock, spurting hot juice onto him as she finally passed out.

 

[Leopald]

He noticed the sudden changes, felt her pussy clench and become suddenly drenched as her body convulsed and the went still. The dirty little slut had passed out, apparently. But more interestingly, she'd had and orgasm while being drowned. As Sean pulled her head up above the water again, he smiled, knowing that somewhere deep down, she was getting off on this treatment.

He tossed her on his back and slid himself back inside her cunt, now dripping after her apparent orgasm. She was on her back now, and Sean used his upper body strength to push on her chest between her tits, trying to jump start her lungs again. It hadn't been but a few moments since she'd stopped convulsing, he just had to get her going again.

He chuckled as he realized what a sick bastard he really was. He had his cock in a drowned girl's cunt while he tried a modified CPR, pushing into her on two fronts. One for his own pleasure, the other to keep her alive, so she could continue to pleasure him for as long as he wanted, at least until he got tired of her. He strangely found himself not caring much beyond that if the girl woke up or not. As far as anyone knew, she was either dead or sent back home. Nobody would care, no second thoughts would be had. He himself could make her body disappear on his property with relative ease, after all. He wasn't really missing out.

Was that a cough he heard? He'd hardly been paying attention, but he could have sworn the muscles in her cunt tightened as well. He grabbed her shoulder for extra leverage as he pounded even harder her abused sex, and he alternated slapping her face with his fore and backhand.

Suddenly he pulled out, moved above her, aimed at her face, and started cumming.

 

[fuckmeat]

It was her hands that finally dragged her back into consciousness. They had been badly cut already but Sean's attempts to press down on her sternum with them bound behind her left the zip ties grinding on bone. Katya lurched into semi-consciousness, trying to scream and cough up water at the same time. Her wrists felt broken. The pain in them was indescribable and had the 'benefit' of completely blocking out the other minor injuries Sean had inflicted. Her chest felt sore and breathing was painful, as though he had simply punched her instead of trying to do compressions.

As she became more cognizant Katya focused upwards to see her tormentor still moving above her.

Sick bastard was still fucking her. She could have died and he wouldn't have noticed until she was cold.

Katya simply couldn't believe it. Knowledge of what he was doing to her made her aware of the pain in her torn pussy but just as Katya was assimilating this latest shock Sean pulled out and came over her face. Hot, sticky cum stung her eyes and went up her nose as well as into her mouth. She wanted to spit it out but that was a really bad idea. She just lay there, too shocked and weak to do anything else.

 

[Leopald]

Sean stood over his prize. She was dripping from the waist up, bruised all over, wrists smeared with blood, and a red, shocked face covered in his cum. He didn't bother letting her clean up, he just walked back to the duffel bag, and pulled out a knife. He slowly strode back to where she lay and rolled her over roughly. He slipped the knife in between her wrists and cut the zip tie.

After taking a moment to survey the damage to her flesh, which was mostly superficial, despite the amount of blood, he picked her up and carried her back towards the bed. But he didn't stop there. He continued walking out the door and down the hall, towards an unfinished section of the huge house.

It was last year that he'd decided to add onto his home, but the work was going slow. Carpeting and general decorating was mostly all that was left, but there were some rooms with holes in the walls, various sizes with steel bars and wooden studs showing. It was to one of these he was taking his guest. She was in his arms, duffel bag over his shoulder as he strode through a darkened doorway.

He dumped her unceremoniously onto the cold cement, and his hand was in the bag a moment later. Movies were wonderful sources of props and various oddities, and since he was such the big-name actor he was, he got some of the best ones. What he pulled out now was one from when he had played a prisoner in a medieval heroic film. It was, for lack of a better description, a neck manicle. Only the fake lock had been replaced with a very real one, and the chain was being secured to a cross beam in the wall and locked as well.

As he slipped the metal contraption around her neck, he kissed her forehead softly, careful to avoid his own semen. The last words he whispered before leaving the room were warm.

"Maybe tomorrow we'll have more luck with those papers..."

 

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Katya hung limply in Sean's arms, indifferent to where he took her. There was no way he was going to want to use her again for a while and so she didn't care what happened to her next. She had been in a state of abject terror for so long now that the edges were beginning to blunt a little. It was just not possible for her to maintain that level of fear constantly and not have a heart attack. Now Katya was in a world where only the most immediate threat counted and since Sean was clearly done for a while, her heart rate was slowly descending to normal and the adrenaline was ebbing from her veins.

As he moved into the uncompleted part of the house, Katya glanced about but was basically uninterested. She was starting to really feel the pain he had inflicted on her now. The darkened doorway got her attention though and then she landed on a cold cement floor at his feet. Katya didn't even react to being dropped. She landed hard on her side and remained basically motionless. He shackled her to the ceiling with a long chain. Katya actually found the restraint reassuring as it implied he was going to leave her alone for a while. Sean loomed over her and fastened a heavy collar around her neck, kissing her forehead with incongruous tenderness.

"Maybe tomorrow we'll have more luck with those papers..."

Katya didn't even want to start thinking about tomorrow, she couldn't handle it. He left her there in the dark and she ran her fingers over her wrists softly, trying to assess the damage. Despite the coldness of the room and the floor she lay on, Katya was too physically and emotionally exhausted to lie awake. She curled herself into a foetal ball and after only a few minutes of sobbing desolately, she had passed out.

 

[Leopald]

Sean pulled his car into his very long driveway. It was a beautiful day, perfect for having the top down and the wind in his hair. After waking up that morning, he'd not even ventured to his new slave's side of the house. He had simply followed his normal morning routine, a shave, a nice long shower, then he got dressed and headed out the door. Now he was home once again, after a fresh haircut and a few stops for items of consequence. His climbed out of the car without even bothering to open the door, and whistled happily while he reached for his bags and sauntered to the door.

Once inside, he deposited the keys to their rack in a spot next to a dozen others, each belonging to different vehicles in his collection. He make his way to the kitchen and set down the bags, rifling through them. After sorting out his items, he scooped up the ones he needed and headed upstairs, finally turning towards the unfinished section of the house.

His whistling paused momentarily as he stopped, then resumed as he turned back away from her improvised room. He had forgotten something. In his excitement, the other important items had slipped his mind, and that just wouldn't do. A chair was next in his hand, along with a leather bundle from the duffel bag. He thought better of it, though, and dumped everything in the bag, before scooping it and the chair up and striding back towards her room, random music still on his lips.

Once through the door, he noisily plopped down the chair near her head, the metallic clang from the legs echoed off the unyielding concrete. But it didn't even give his whistling pause. The duffel bag was lifted and items produced; a leather bundle, a pair of paper clips, rubbing alcohol, and a small brown paper bag. The bag was dumped in front of her, its contents falling to the hard floor in a pathetic manner. Wrapped in plastic was a cold breakfast sandwich, an apple, and a small box of orange juice with local convenience store labels displayed on the sides of each. He then pulled out his own breakfast, which consisted of a still steaming to go platter of eggs, bacon, and a pair of fluffy pancakes. A coffee mug completed the ensemble, and he comfortably lounged in his chair, taking a bite before he spoke.

"Mmm. I love this restaurant, you should try it sometime." He motioned a fork-bearing finger to the sad food on the floor, then continued. "Eat up. You might not get anything else today."

The next few bites were silent as he smiled and waited for her to comply.

 

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Katya jolted awake as heavy footsteps crossed the uncarpeted part of the house. For a few moments, she was paralysed by nameless, animalistic terror. She didn't know where she was or how she had got there. Then the pain and the cramping in her muscles reached her brain and it all came crashing in on her as insanely cheerful whistling lanced through her pounding skull. Katya was dehydrated, with a vicious headache crowning all her other aches and pains. She also had a very full bladder, adding abdominal discomfort to her litany of woes.

A gunshot sounded, ricocheting through her skull and making her yelp with the shock and pain of it. She clutched her head and curled up reflexively, her heart in her throat. When Katya forced her eyes open she realised Sean had merely dumped a metal chair right beside her head. The heavy bag he had been pulling 'surprises' from before landed next to her. Tears started in Katya's eyes. She had no notion of how long she had slept but she was still exhausted. he produced some food for her but Katya really didn't feel like eating. The smell of his own, hot breakfast was enough to make her stomach churn with nausea.

"Mmm. I love this restaurant, you should try it sometime." He motioned a fork-bearing finger to the sad food on the floor, then continued. "Eat up. You might not get anything else today."

Katya raised her upper body and tried to get her cramped legs to fold into a sitting position but they were unwilling to comply. Her head spun and she settled for propping herself up on one arm instead. If she didn't eat this shit now he'd make her regret it and she just didn't have the strength to defy him. She bolted the food quickly in case he changed his mind about letting her have it. Katya flushed scarlet and her next words were a humiliated mumble, her eyes cast downwards to hide her resentment.

"I need bathroom please."

She didn't even know if she could walk that far yet but her bladder was threatening to make it a moot issue before long. She loathed having to ask his permission for the freedom to do such a basic thing.

 

[Leopald]

Sean ignored her statement about a restroom. He still had food to eat, and he wasn't going anywhere until he had enjoyed it. He scooped up some eggs in his fork and savored the flavor, smiling as he chewed. Another few minutes, and he was washing down the last bites of his pancakes with the black coffee from his mug. He closed the lid to the empty to-go box and relaxed for a moment.

Suddenly he stretched and stood up. He walked towards the door and stopped at the entrance, speaking without turning. "Every bite of that food had better be gone in the next two minutes, or I'll make last night look like a lover's honeymoon by comparison to what I do to you today." Then he stepped out, taking the box with him.

He stopped at the trash, depositing the empty box, before wandering around through the unfinished rooms on that wing of the house. He knew he had seen a few things left by the crew... Ah, there we go. An old paint can, dirty and now being used to hold rusty bolts, screws, and washers was sitting in the corner of one of the rooms not too far from Katya's. He reached down and scooped it up before dumping the contents on the floor. Then it was a short walk back.

He tossed the bucket in the girl's direction as he entered her room once more. It bounced noisily off the floor and came to a rest after hitting her stomach. He let her confusion fester for a few moments as he took a small metal object out of his pocket and sat down in the chair again. He fished out a lighter and began working, hiding his intentions from her gaze. Sean's eye never left her, though. He wouldn't offer even the smallest dignity of privacy in this matter.

"You need to pee? Use that."

 

[fuckmeat]

Katya took Sean at his word and quickly finished the rest of the food and drink, leaving just an applecore, the juicebox and a few crumbs inside the sandwich wrapper. She heard him stomping around the rest of the uncompleted rooms and when she heard him walking towards her again, Katya looked away from the doorway he was going to appear in. She flinched violently as something metal hit the floor and yelped when it ricocheted into her stomach. It was an old rusty paint can. Katya set it beside her and watched Sean from beneath her lashes as he sat down and produced a lighter. She was contemplating repeating her request but Sean spoke first.

"You need to pee? Use that."

Katya flushed, a deep shade of scarlet blossoming across her skin. her eyes moistened but she blinked hard until she had got a grip. He was treating her like an animal. The chain that tethered her wouldn't allow her to move far away from him and Katya already knew he wouldn't allow that. She stood up reluctantly and approached the bucket. Katya thought about turning her back to him but she was too afraid of Sean to voluntarily have him out of her line of sight. Also, if she did that she might piss him off and that was also a very bad idea. Her hastily consumed breakfast sat heavily on her full bladder, deciding the matter.

Katya squatted over the paint can resignedly. It seemed to take ages before she started to pee, because the situation she was in was so bizarre. Her face reddened even further with the effort. Finally, a stream of hot piss burst out of her and into the can. The relief showed on Katya's face as she squatted there and emptied her bladder. When she was done, she sat on the floor again, for want of any other option.

 

[Leopald]

Sean couldn't help but grin as he watched the girl relieve herself in the dirty paint can. He debated scaring the shit out of her and grabbing her hair roughly while she did, but he decided against pee all over his floor, even if it was just concrete. Instead, he waited calmly for her to sit again.

When she was done, he made no move for the bucket. Instead, he stood up and placed a hand around her throat, lifting her to stand with his fingers under her jaw. He roughly placed her in the chair, watching as it lifted briefly on the back two legs as she landed hard. He grabbed the leather bundle and unwrapped it, revealing it to be a set of cuffs. He pulled her arms back as before and attached the cuffs, then stood over her.

He made her wait as he started working on the objects in his hands again. It was a while before he spoke, and the silence was deafening.

"You know, aside from your tits being pathetically small," he said, "there's really only one thing wrong with your body. You could use some decoration." As he spoke, he pocketed the lighter, then gently teased her nipples one at a time, working on hardening the little nubs, making them stand starkly in the air.

He knelt down and showed her what he'd been burning; a brand new fishhook, sanitized by the flame from the lighter. "We're gonna fix that..."

 

[fuckmeat]

Katya fought the natural urge to struggle when he touched her, pulling her to her feet by her throat. Every fibre of her being was silently screaming in loathing and revulsion at Sean's sudden proximity. It seemed to make it worse somehow that he was so stunningly handsome, rich and blessed. If he had been an ugly man, or one with low self esteem, his utter misogyny would be far easier to comprehend. But this was Sean Langley, a man who had dated a string of gorgeous, intelligent and accomplished actresses and celebrities. What reason could he possibly have for being so royally pissed at womankind?

Sean threw her into the chair and this time it wasn't a surprise to Katya, who managed to land without tumbling onto the floor or uttering much in the way of complaint. He pulled her arms back and cuffed her, leaving her secured both to the ceiling and the chair, as if she was likely to go anywhere. Then he ignored her for a while as he worked on something. Katya just sat there stony faced, trying not to appear quite as furious and indignant as she felt. Presently, he approached her again. He stood over her and started pinching her nipples but there was nothing sexual about the contact.

He criticised her breasts for being too small but Katya couldn't care less. Then he said something else that she didn't follow or comprehend. Sean produced a nasty looking fishook, his expression equally vicious. Katya began scooting the chair backwards instinctively.

"What is that?" She cried, leaning as far back in the chair as possible, as though there was any evading this monster. "What you doing with that? You are mad!"

She belatedly made the connection between his stimulation of her breasts and the appearance of the fishook. Katya started fighting the cuffs, breaking the skin on her wrists that had begun healing overnight, uncaring about the pain.

"No! You cannot do this!"

 

[Leopald]

Sean was loving her reaction, more than words could accurately convey. He felt truly powerful as he straddled her legs and dropped his full body weight on her thighs, effectively pinning her in place. She may have a few guesses about what was coming, but the reality was much harsher, he knew.

"I can do whatever the fuck I want. I bought you, I own you. And if you keep squirming, this will be much worse than it has to be." He punctuated the last of his words by pressing the smoldering hot hook against her nipple, letting her feel the heat and pressure, trying to drive her fear into heights unknown. As he held the hook in place, he reached into his pocket for another object; a cork from a wine bottle.

"You see, I've always loved good decorations for my things. And that's exactly what you are, slut. One of my things, my... possession." He sneered at the last word, emphasizing it by harshly pulling on the other nipple. It was betraying her. They both were, by staying hard little nubs that quivered as she breathed in panic. Perfect little targets.

He paused once again and moved the hook. He placed the savage point on the side of her left nub, at the base, while placing the cork on the other side to support it. Then he slowly applied pressure, pushing and breaking her skin as gradually as he could. He watched fascinated as the barb disappeared and droplets of blood materialized and flowed down her delicate, quivering breast.

A few more moments, more pressure, and the barb pushed into the cork of the other side. Sean leaned back and let his hands drop, allowing her tortured nipple bare the weight of the hook and cork that were now a part of it.

One nipple was pierced now, and he picked up the bottle of rubbing alcohol and poured some directly onto the fresh wound, hook still shoved through the new hole.