The Torturer

[poohlive]

"Please and no?" His fingers stopped petting her, one pressing just above her clit, feeling the warm heartbeat as it shot through her sex. His eyes had been focusing on her body, and its more than welcome reactions to his sensitive touch, but then her words brought him out of it.

Now, he stared at her, more than curious.

"Hmmm, well you are the fool... I daresay. Have you ever heard of a ritual known as Twelfth Night? It is an old ceremony that lord and ladies used to play. Think of it like an official Opposite day. Kings dressed as court jesters, promiscious ladies dressed as nuns, yes meant no, and no meant yes. Everything was the opposite."

His hand dove into his box of goodies next to her, coming up with a very sharp knife. He ran the dull blade over her leg, up to her thigh, before coming right to the hem of her dress. There, he turned it over, and gently began cutting the fabric.

"I don't know if you are playing this fool card even better than I could imagine. Do you say no with your lips but mean nothing more than yes inside your heart? you are not already transfered to the devil, are you? That wouldn't be much fun for us..."

The knife cut the dress, racing a slit all the way up the middle, the two desperate parts of the fabric falling to her thighs, leaving bare flesh underneath. Then, her panties. He watched as the dress came away, seeing her sex... her panties were white and made of cotton. How perfect.

"My dear, you indeed are a fool..." The cotton panties showed a small damp spot, "And you betray your true feelings."

The knife went down, dangerous and fleeting against her panties, pressing into her sex. He watched as it touhed its inventive touch, and with one sensitive flick, her panties gave away to reveal her soft and perfect mound.

"Oh... how perfect, how pure. I am going to have fun with this... tell me," He let the kinfe go, his hand returning to her wet pussy lips, a single finger running up and down her.

"Tell me what you want me to do, my dear? Tell me how you want me to please you for the first time..."

 

[Britwitch]

"Please and no?"
She raised her eyes to his, pleading silently for him to stop. For him to leave her and to end this nightmare before it continued any further. His own gaze curious, questioning, as if totally surprised for her lack of desire for him to touch her.
"Hmmm, well you are the fool... I daresay. Have you ever heard of a ritual known as Twelfth Night? It is an old ceremony that lord and ladies used to play. Think of it like an official Opposite day. Kings dressed as court jesters, promiscious ladies dressed as nuns, yes meant no, and no meant yes. Everything was the opposite."
"I don't...I don't know what...what you mean..." Her voice was light, almost a whisper as she fought against the drowsiness that was attempting to take over her entirely. Her words trailed off as the blade in his hand shone in the light. Her chest tightening, stealing her breath from herself. Gasping as she felt the cool metal against her skin, skimming higher and higher until it began to cut the front of her dress open.
"I don't know if you are playing this fool card even better than I could imagine. Do you say no with your lips but mean nothing more than yes inside your heart? you are not already transfered to the devil, are you? That wouldn't be much fun for us..."
Her heart was constantly speeding up inside her, knowing the kiss beneath the tree and the excitement of getting ready for their 'date' had aroused her body. She knew her sex had already begin to show signs of her body's excitement, while the rest of her was gripped by fear, held in place by the drug, she dreaded the moment when he would discover for himself the dampened patch upon her underwear.
"My dear, you indeed are a fool...And you betray your true feelings."
"My f-feelings...you know nothing..." She tried to sound furious and angry, to make her voice loud enough to possibly draw attention to the house with it's windows shaded from the outside world, but all she could do was murmur, her voice thick with sleep, as if she had just awoken from a peaceful night spent wrapped up in dreams.
Another gasp as the knife, finished with her dress for the moment, moved between her legs. The dress, still connected across her bust, now resembled some exotic kind of lingerie, parted all the way up to the middle of her chest, hanging apart like curtains framing her sex, suddenly bared before his gaze as the knife made short work of her panties.
"Oh... how perfect, how pure. I am going to have fun with this... tell me,"
She looked away, feeling his finger against her flesh, dancing up and down between her thighs.
"Tell me what you want me to do, my dear? Tell me how you want me to please you for the first time..."
"I...I want you...to...to..." She fixed her eyes back on his face, meeting his eyes as bravely as she could. "...I want you to leave....I...I don't want this..."
How she wished she could slap him or do something, anything to get him away from her. But she knew she was trapped, although no ropes or chains held her where she was, she could not run, could not defend herself. She could barely speak her mind. Whether she liked it, or wanted it, or not...she was his to do with as he pleased, at least until the drug began to wear off. And only he knew when that might happen.

 

[poohlive]

"Such hurtful things to say," He let the knife wander dangerously close to her skin, "Why would you say such things? I know you've been reading about me, haven't they said how unstable I am... how crazy?"

The blade of the knife found her skin, softly running along her flawless flesh. He dared her to breath as it ran around her lovely neck, leaving a small white streak in its path which disappeared after only a second. He didn't press hard enough to leave a mark... no, not yet.

"Unless you are still playing the fool, are you not? Still saying the opposite. What is the opposite of you wanting me to leave. Why, that would be, you wanting me to come, is that it?"

His eyes flicked with possibilities, "Well I want to come too, sweet darling, but all in good time. It is your turn first."

The knife dropped to the top of her dress, just revealing her cleavage. Such a shy little dress, the cloth too scared to show any real skin. The knife's edge dipped between her breasts, ripping with gentle ease. He didn't even need to press down very hard. The knife, nearly as sharp as a razor, cut through the last of her fabric, sending it in shards to the floor around her.

She had on nothing more than a smile, as he bent down, taking her whole body in. It was a fine wine, aged to perfection, ready to be tasted. He licked his lips invitingly.

"Oh, how I have longed for this simple touch," He bent down, his lips against one nipple, already hard from touching the cold air. Licking at it, looking up at her, darkened pools of haze reflecting his calm as he took her nipple into his mouth.

 

[Britwitch]

"Such hurtful things to say...Why would you say such things? I know you've been reading about me, haven't they said how unstable I am... how crazy?"
Katrina tensed, holding her breath once more as the blade skirted closer still to her skin. Skimming around her neck, pressing against the flesh but not breaking it.
She knew he was unstable and definitely crazy, but she knew he was also frighteningly intelligent. His actions were those of crazed genius rather than crazed lunatic. He was obsessive and very detailed. The planning and research that must have gone into each of his abductions. Into her own. She shuddered, realising how often he must have watched her doing her own research in the library.

"Unless you are still playing the fool, are you not? Still saying the opposite. What is the opposite of you wanting me to leave. Why, that would be, you wanting me to come, is that it?"
Her eyes widened, lips parting in an attempt to refute such an idea but no sound left her mouth.
"Well I want to come too, sweet darling, but all in good time. It is your turn first."
A whimpered cry finally escaped into the air as the knife removed her dress entirely, her naked body his to do with as he pleased. Her pale nipples, so small in comparison to the size of her breasts, hardening in the cool air, tingling thanks to the drug. She felt a painful lump rising into her throat and tears pricking the backs of her eyes as she realised there was no escape. There was probably never any chance of her escaping him once he'd set his sights upon her.

"Oh, how I have longed for this simple touch,"
Her nipple throbbed almost painfully as he licked at it, his eyes capturing her own as he drew it within his lips. Her body tensed as a tear slid slowly down her cheek, the action of her nipple disappearing into his mouth had sent terrifying thrills through her prone body, ending ultimately between her thighs. Her body was reacting beyond the limits of her control. She truly was his prisoner.
She tried to pull away but only managed to arch her back slightly, for a brief moment, almost offering her breast to his mouth. Trembling as he tasted her, suckled upon her like a lover.

 

[poohlive]

"Ahh, there it is," He spoke against her skin, as if speaking to the barren flesh itself, ripe and ready for his delicate plucking. Pale... oh, far too pale. He had wanted her to get more sun, if even for a few hours. To be outside and confident, to bask in the sun's warmth, to treasure its simple glories.

Too many hours behind a book, too many hours reading about other people's lives, other people's adventures.

Her very own adventure, and she already enjoyed the simple pleasures.

"The warming of your skin, like little pin pricks of pleasure. They dance all over you, don't they? They make your toes curl, and send waves of pleasure riding up and down your spine. They start all over the body, everywhere a lover touches."

His hand rode up her thigh, like some second skin wearing her for the first time. To feel her flesh, feel the gentle curve of her body as it pushed back against him. To have her nipple, small and hard and eager in his mouth, the back arcing, yearning, begging for more as her body convulsed under him. Fingertips dancing on her skin, a glow emerging from her blushed cheeks.

His tongue like fire, warming the hearth.

"But it ends in one place, doesn't it?" One simple touch to stop everything, pressing into her folds, finding that dark pebble amidst her soft flesh. The clit, throbbing with her own heartbeat, as if it were her heart, everything started there, everything ended there. The clit, defining her sex, helping her to achieve.

"Everyone starts out the fool in sex... but we learn, my pet... we learn."

He kissed the soft flesh of her neck, as his finger trailed around her clit, pressing deeper, feeling her legs spread out for him, part with such defining grace. It pleased him so.

 

[Britwitch]

"Ahh, there it is,"
His breath tickled her skin, sending fresh sensations skipping across her skin. Making her fidget and whimper, whimpers of desperation that she couldn't stop him, whimpers of the pleasure that she could do nothing but accept and experience.

"The warming of your skin, like little pin pricks of pleasure. They dance all over you, don't they? They make your toes curl, and send waves of pleasure riding up and down your spine. They start all over the body, everywhere a lover touches."
The drug had transformed her body, every touch, whether featherlight or more intense, seemed to shock her enter body, as if his very fingertips contained a strong power source. In the wake of his trailing hands and fingers he left a trail of almost electrified skin. Tingling and rippling, sending shivers almost constantly up and down her spine, her body shifting back and forth, trying to move away from his hands but her almost lasy movements seemed to be mistimed completely, meaning her body pressed against his hands wherever they touched.

Crying out weakly as his mouth continued to savour her nipple, she could feel her sex almost pulsing in response. Her cheeks flushed and eyes bright with both tears and her body's arousal.
"But it ends in one place, doesn't it?"
Another whimper as his finger pressed against her clit, her body tensing as he did so.
"Everyone starts out the fool in sex... but we learn, my pet... we learn."

Her thighs, to her horror, parted as his fingers began to torment her clit. Stroking and circling it, probing deeper as his lips began to delicately capture her neck. It had always been a 'weak' spot for her, one of the places that only had to be kissed under normal circumstances for her body to quickly 'awaken'. And now, thanks to the drug, he might as well have been devouring her flesh for the effect it had. Her mouth opened in a long silent moan, her hips moving ever so slightly forwards against his hand as his fingers increased the heat between her legs by the passing second, no matter how she tried to think of other things, to regain control over her body, nothing worked.

Her mind was hazy and fogged, and all she was aware of was Jack...and his fingers...and mouth...and her body's reaction to it all...

 

[poohlive]

That shifting burn of desire, the ran across his lips each time they pressed against her. A thought, jumping and fleeting like some water bug across a shallow pond. It dipped here and there, touching upon her flesh, pushed her further.

How much further could the fool go?

His fingers continued their assault, deadly pretty touch that ran across her simple folds. They were just that, simple. No pussy lips, no soft pink folds that opened up to her cunt beneath it. These were two soft clefts joined together, weak and trembling at his gently forced touch.

Her skin all smooth underneath, the thought of the pink darkness beneath almost never crossing his mind. One finger dared to push inside, to feel the beginnings of her furnace. He had stoked it for her, letting the flames dance higher and higher, now they played at her fingertips.

The first droplets of her sex clung to him, like dewdrops clinging to morning blades of spring grass. They dipped lower from the weight, this almost perfect water appearing as the sun shone its fiery gaze upon the world. Now, he parted her lips, those two perfect barriers to her hidden sex, letting her own fiery gaze awaken.

The finger slid inside. She guided it, her sex lining him up, her juices letting him feel nothing but gentle pressure, her ribbed insides catching him, capturing him, keeping him here to touch further, to explore some more.

"The fool is untrained, unloved, unwanted. She desires much from the world, because she knows so little," Hot heavy words, like silk against her neck, trembling and teasing at the same time.

Jack had a moment, a fleeting moment as his heart skipped when he pressed fully into her body. Was she truly the fool, or was it him? Was she teaching him that which he knew so little of? Had she planned this all along, wanting his very essence in front of her?

If so, he was here, in her trap, under her spell, captured by her sex, unwilling to leave her web.

The soft pink nub still craved attention, it pulsed with her heartbeat, and he obliged it. One finger inside of her, the other flicking against her clit, the rest of him leaning into her body as his tongue brought her ear into his mouth.

Raw with desire... every touch burning brightly.

 

[Britwitch]

Katrina's body pushed back uselessly against the high back of the chair as she felt his finger slide unimpeded inside her. Her cheeks burning with the humiliation of her body's betrayal. Whimpering as her tight passage clung around him, tight and almost virginal, still so very pure but for how much longer.

She knew he would not take her, not yet, the card was not yet on the table that would signal the ultimate domination of her body. Though the possibilities seemed endless for what he could do to her in the meantime. His previous victims had suffered inventive and cruel punishments and tortures, hence his nickname in the press, acts of degradation and acts of such darkness and depravity.
Another tear slid down her cheek as his finger was drawn deeper inside her body, partly by his own force, partly due to the reaction of her sex to it's entry.

"The fool is untrained, unloved, unwanted. She desires much from the world, because she knows so little,"
A sob, quiet and desperate as his breath tickled her ear and neck, feeling his finger returning to trace around and stimulate her clit, while the other finger remained buried inside her. His body pressing against her, the cloth of his clothing feeling warm and strange against her bare skin. To be naked while her abuser was still fully clothed only seemed to increase her humilation further.

She felt as if he was holding her in place, putting her exactly where he wanted her but she knew even if he moved away and sat on the other side of the room, her body was still beyond her control. Her eyes fluttering and head rolling back slightly as a fresh wave of drowsiness swept through her, her head feeling all at once light as it was coupled with a sudden unwanted thrill of excitement from her sex.

His mouth began to press against her ear, sucking, nipping at the flesh, his breathing loud and insistent as his fingers continued to explore her most intimate of places. Katrina tried once more to close her legs against his hand, to try and lift her hands and push him away but her legs didn't move and her arms simply fell limply by her sides, her entire body tingling as his fingers fondled and stroked her expertly, drawing her closer and closer to what would be the biggest betrayal her body could achieve.

 

[poohlive]

"Can you still fight it?" He delighted in looking upon her face, a torrent of frustration, pure pleasure running up against her better judgement. It was a losing battle, and yet she fought nontheless. To fight a losing battle, it sounded like something which a fool would do.

"Oh... do you still want to fight it?" His hand pressing against the curve of her sex, heat sliding out at him, blasting into his palm, he wanted to come away from her with burns all over his hand. She had a fire in him even he might not be able to quench.

"You can tell how much it runs though you, this pleasure? You know how large it is. Some caged beast waiting to come out. Why fight it? Why fight such pleasure?"

He pressed hard against her clit, his finger rough, flicking it with agony. Her face reacting her whole body reacting. A small series of shudders, throwing herself onto just his single finger inside of her. It was imbedded now, drowning within her warm wet cunt, suffocating beneath her lustrous thighs.

"Let it come," He whispered, his teeth grazing her skin, his voice sooth, soft, electric. It was a command, his own dominance guiding her through this. His body hard as steel, helping her rock herself onto him, his finger unquivering, his touch releasing her.

"It's ok... come for me... come for me my dear sweet pet."

There was no other end, teeth on her skin, tongue tasting, lips shivering with her sweat, fingers playing, touching, caressing, body hard and rocking against her, hands against each other, denying themselves, playing against nothing, crying out in shame.

The fool, about to get her first experience...

God, it was beautiful.

 

[Britwitch]

"Can you still fight it?"
Katrina knew her body was going to give in, and give in soon. She was so weak and exhausted, the strain of fighting her body's natural response to his actions was steadily growing too much for her. But she would not simply submit. Not to him. Not like this. She knew she couldn't hold out for much longer but she would have to be overcome before she would surrender herself.
"Oh... do you still want to fight it?...You can tell how much it runs though you, this pleasure? You know how large it is. Some caged beast waiting to come out. Why fight it? Why fight such pleasure?"
She whimpered loudly as his finger tormented her clit, his touch rough, commanding. Her body shaking and shivering as her grip on resistance began to slip.
"Let it come,"
"....no..." She pleaded uselessly, his teeth dragging across her skin, drawing fresh tingles, all of them combining to drown her in pleasure.
"It's ok... come for me... come for me my dear sweet pet."
"...please....d-dont..." Katrina begged with the last ounce of her energy but his touch was too much. Her body surrendered. With a final expert flick of his finger against her she felt him overwhelming her.
She cried out, her eyes slipping shut as her body jerked forwards. Wave upon wave of overpowering pleasure crashing down on her. Her sex pressing insistently against his hand, her hard nipples thrusting into the air as her back arched, driving her forwards on the chair. The drug making what would have been a mind blowing orgasm into an experience almost too much to cope with.
With a final cry the pleasure and the distress of it all became too much and as her body silently submitted to his commands she felt herself slipping into the warm grasp of unconsciousness, her body growing limp in the chair as the last twitches of her climax ran through her.
Her eyes flickered open for a moment, seeing his happy, almost proud, face before her own before she passed out. He had won.

 

[poohlive]

"Now, my dear sweet pet.... The tower."

She had done such a sweet job, made such a mess out in the dining room. Her chair still dripped with wet sex, cum in a pool on the floor, perfect and flawless in its design. He had brought his sticky wet fingers to his lips, tasting her for the first time.

Pure delight. He licked his fingers clean.

After adjusting her a bit, he took her to bed, to lay there... tied up, spread eagle. Her legs parted just enough to shame her, hands out of the way above her head. And a small display bench was set up over her body, so she could see all of the toys.

"Towers," He called them. A wide arrangement of dildos and vibrators. They went from smaller little ones on the right, clit stimulators and pocket rockets, to larger simpler models, some real others just fancy colorful bullet shapes. They kept getting bigger and bigger, the final one a huge black vibrator, nearly as big as a man's forearm, leering down upon her soft angelic face.

Some were rabbits, with clit stimulators and gyrating heads, others were only vibrators of lime green that provided good relief for first timers. Some had the look and feel of actual cock, others appeared to be right out of a science fiction fantasy prop closet.

All of them were standing straight up, awaiting her choice.

"As I said, my dear sweet angel," He kissed her on her lips, as her eyes fluttered up to look upon him. He was naked now, laying next to her in bed, his lips upon hers, nibbling down to her neck.

"The tower waits for us all, shattering our lives and revealing secrets. You must pick your own tower, sweet dear angel. Choose."

 

[Britwitch]

Katrina was vaguely aware of being moved but part of her brain prayed that it was all just a vivid nightmare brought on by reading too many newspaper reports and watching too many news bulletins on the horrific crimes.
When she opened her eyes she would be alone and it would just have been a trick of the mind.

..."Towers,"...
She heard somewhere in her subconscious, frowning, unsure of the meaning, not recognising the voice straightaway.
She fidgeted, feeling her body waking up slightly, then tensing as her movement was limited. Then she felt the rope around her ankles and wrists, became aware of the soft bed beneath her. It hadn't been a nightmare at all, it was only now she was waking that the true nightmare would continue.

"As I said, my dear sweet angel,"
Her eyes flickered open as she felt lips against her own, eventually focusing on the naked figure laying beside her, his body pressing against her own ever so slightly, his lips trailing down to her neck, leaving freshly tingling skin in his wake. She whimpered, pulling a little more at the bonds, lifting her head as much as her weakness would allow to see her legs parted and bound into position and her arms up above her head.

"The tower waits for us all, shattering our lives and revealing secrets. You must pick your own tower, sweet dear angel. Choose."
At first she truly didn't understand.
"The tower...? What...what Tower...?" But her words trailed off as her gaze shifted and she caught sight of the display before her. Her mouth dropping open in shock as she saw the array of sexual toys before her. Some she recognised, some she'd heard of, others looked so scary and bizarre she trembled just looking at them. Such a variety of shapes and sizes, she had no idea there was so much choice. But the discovery couldn't have come at a worse moment. Her eyes flicked from one end of the display to the other. The biggest of them all making her feel physically sick, not to mention terrified, just to look at it. She knew she had no choice, she had to choose. But which one.

Her hazy mind knew that whatever she chose it was going to be another humiliating experience at his hands. She discounted the larger and more 'complicated' looking toys, and the smallest, knowing they would focus attention on her clit and another climax would place her even deeper into his grasp.
"Th-that one..." She said shakily, focusing her eyes on a slim vibrator, simple and small, pale purple in colour. She had something similiar in her dressing table drawer and knew her body wouldn't feel discomfort in using it, as well as knowing it would take more than that to make her surrender to him again.

 

[poohlive]

"Hmmm, I was hoping you would pick this one," He brought it to his lips, kissing it. The simple color and design near perfect in its creation. It was made for a cunt, purposeful in its place on the earth.

One of the most popular models, he was told when purchasing it.

"You know, this is the first one I bought when I began studying you," It was not stalking. A master did not stalk a piece of art, no... he studied it. Studying it diligently for hours on end, finding every wrinkle, aevery flaw, every piece of perfection.

"It reminded me of the one you used on yourself, ever so often. I thought, it was the kind of toy a naive young girl should have to play with, before she experienced the real thing."

It came to life in his hands, buzzing low and dull. He let it move along her stomach, just tracing her skin.

"Is the drug still in effect? I was not sure how long it would last in your system... how much longer you will feel every touch, every tingle satisfying upon your body. Just tell me when it wears off, I will get you some more."

The vibrator upon the lowest setting, just the slightest touch as it moved down he body, zig zagging across her, meandering towards its one intended target. Slow as if to tease, the touch to play on her skin, dancing as delicately as an angel would upon the first frost of the season.

It touched up against her sex, finding the clit at once. He pressed lightly, so light it was barely a touch. A caress perhaps, yes? Could one call the touch of a simple vibrating toy a caress? Yes, if that is how it was meant to glance her skin. He did caress it, did let it sing into he clit, the vibration low and demanding, pulsing against her.

Then it moved between her parted lips, seperating them again. He saw more moisture, firm and wet this time, grasping for the toy, reaching out to touch the thing which caused so much sensation.

"I need you to part your legs, my dear pet," He spoke softly, purring against her ear, "Let me play..."

 

[Britwitch]

"Hmmm, I was hoping you would pick this one,"
Katrina looked away as he picked up the toy, kissing it.
"You know, this is the first one I bought when I began studying you,"
"When...when you what...?" The words were still heavily spoken as they left her lips but she could feel the fog lifting ever so slightly from her brain, the feeling of constant tingling easing ever so slightly across her skin.

"It reminded me of the one you used on yourself, ever so often. I thought, it was the kind of toy a naive young girl should have to play with, before she experienced the real thing."
"You...you've been watching me...but...but how..." She looked around, realising her bedroom was on the ground floor, she seldom closed the curtains, even when she slept. He would have had every opportunity to watch her, to see her. He probably knew more than previous lovers had done. Seen her choosing her clothes, reading in bed, relieving her body's needs alone late at night. Depending on how long he'd been watching her, he might even have seen her last lover. Stephen he'd been called, he'd ended things with her shortly after her sister's rape. The police had interviewed him as a possible suspect and that had left things more than a little awkward between them. Things hadn't been too fantastic anyway, things in the bedroom less than exciting but he'd been nice and friendly. And this stranger, this madman, may have seen their most intimate of moments together. She shivered just to think of all the things he'd seen, the things he knew about her.

The buzzing of the toy coming alive between his fingers snapped her attention back to him.
"Is the drug still in effect? I was not sure how long it would last in your system... how much longer you will feel every touch, every tingle satisfying upon your body. Just tell me when it wears off, I will get you some more."
She refrained, somehow, from responding. Her dulled senses where slowly sharpening, her body beginning to awaken from the drug induced weakness that had covered it before. She wasn't going to tell him, why would she. This might be the only chance she would have to try and free herself, to think of a way out. At least until he realised for himself that she was no longer under the influence of the drug.

She whimpered as the vibrator grazed down her stomach, fleeting back and forth. Pulling a little at the ropes holding her wrists and arms in place above her head, testing those around her ankles, knowing it wasn't just the drug that was holding her where she was. He had tied her tightly, he had no intention of her escaping him. She could think of only one thing to try and she'd probably only get to try it once.

Another sound, louder this time, as the toy pressed between her spread thighs. Tormenting her clit softly, almost teasingly under other circumstances. Katrina fought not to fidget against it's touch. She felt it slipping lower, parting her lips, still moist from her body's betrayal in the other room, pressing between them. Firmly, his hand guiding it lower, bringing it ever closer to entering her.
"I need you to part your legs, my dear pet...Let me play..."
"No..." The word was spoken firmly and with as much anger as she could manage before she began to scream. Loud, long, piercing sounds, her body struggling against the ropes holding her down, praying someone outside might here something, someone might come to her rescue.
Knowing that if not, this single attempt at freeing herself from his hold would surely result in far worse punishments for her than he may already have planned. "Help! Please...someone...anyone!! Help!!"

 

[poohlive]

"Oh... Katrina, I thought we were passed all of this."

Apparently not. At least she was awake again, fully functional in her own right. He turned off the vibrator, letting it rest upon her thighs, laying next to her, his fingers trailing lightly over her stomach. It was such a beautiful stomach, so defined. Each time she brought in a fresh bout of air to scream herself silly, he let his hand ride up with it, only to ease back down with her.

"And how long do you plan to scream, until your voice hurts, until I become violent and hurt you? I didn't want to do that, I didn't want to hurt you Katrina. You were my work of art, my final creation. All the other girls were just stepping stones, practice runs until I got to you. I wanted this to be perfect, I wanted everything to be perfect."

And yet, she still resisted, she still screamed, she still wished to play the helpless victim, instead of the fallen angel.

"If that is your wish then... my pet. I had thought we could have moved onto the tower, but you are still stuck as the Fool."

Hte got out his bag, putting away the display of dildos and vibrators in front of her. Rising he put on his clothing, jeans and a simple shirt. He looked back at her, disappointed, almost sorrowful... like a kid who had not gotten a kiss on his first date.

"I am sorry," He whispered, "For your sake... I wish we could have had more fun."

 

[Britwitch]

"Oh... Katrina, I thought we were passed all of this."
Panic was rising steadily inside her as she cried out, there had been no sound at the front door or the window to signal that anyone had heard, if anyone would ever hear.

"And how long do you plan to scream, until your voice hurts, until I become violent and hurt you? I didn't want to do that, I didn't want to hurt you Katrina. You were my work of art, my final creation. All the other girls were just stepping stones, practice runs until I got to you. I wanted this to be perfect, I wanted everything to be perfect."
She caught his eye as he spoke, her insides jolting to know that the fears of the police had been correct. He had been watching her, he had been planning and plotting to do this all along.

"If that is your wish then... my pet. I had thought we could have moved onto the tower, but you are still stuck as the Fool."
Then he got up, putting away the toys and starting to dress. Almost instantly she stopped screaming, her body sagging with relief, trembling with sheer nerves, her entire body shaking against the bed clothes, unable to stop it.
"I am sorry...For your sake... I wish we could have had more fun."

"Please...please untie me...let me go...I...I won't tell the police, you can just leave...I...I'm sorry..." Her voice wavered so much as she spoke, clearly terrified as she watched him warily. Knowing the chances of him simply leaving her were almost nonexistent. He hadn't left any of the others, why would he leave her now, leave his 'final creation'. Just thinking those words caused fresh concerns to grow inside her. "I am...I am sorry but...but you...you can't..." Her words tailed off as their eyes met, her breath catching in her throat. Words weren't going to save her now.

 

[poohlive]

"You are right... I tried, I tried so hard, but I can't. I can't do anything right. I wanted it to be perfect, you know... after all of this I wanted to show you what it was like. To dive into this world of sex and perversion, erotic learning for both of us. I thought, I could show you how much I love you, show you what you really mean to me..."

He couldn't force her though. All the others he had forced, opening them up and pushing them through such horrid acts. He just couldn't do it to her, without her willingness, it was useless.

He bent down, taking out two plastic gloves. He put them on slowly, rhythmically, methodically, like a man who had done this one too many times before.

"I really am sorry to put you through all of this," He said, standing up to lean over her, his gloved hands almost upon her.

They reached up, untying her wrists, unbinding her. Then the legs. He set her free.

"I tried to make it pleasent. The dildos, the drug, just touching ever so slightly at first, you know? I tried... I tried soo hard to make it nice for you."

Inside the bag he took out a knife. One of those hardened sharp knifes with the sliced thin edge on one side, and the near perfect row of buck teeth on the other. This knife had been designed to go in smooth but come out grabbing and tearing every inch of flesh it could.

This tool defined the word pain.

He gently eased her up, getting her used to her two feet again. His hand warm and caring on her back, despite no human contact. There would be none, not anymore. She was no longer his sexy little toy, only a victim now...

And with a victim he had to worry about finger prints, and blood, and D.N.A. and all of those other things they teach you watching C.S.I.

"Let me show you something," They went to her bathroom. It looked only slightly different. The tile floor now covered in plastic sheets, as well as the tub and toilet, and cabinets. It looked like someone were about to do some painting in here...

He pushed her into the middle of all that plastic, so when she bled to death he could clean it up easier.

"I really am sorry I couldn't make it more pleasent for you," He said, the knife dangling in his hand, hard and angry, ready to cut something, eager to tear away the small pieces of flesh from her bones.

 

[Britwitch]

"You are right... I tried, I tried so hard, but I can't. I can't do anything right. I wanted it to be perfect, you know... after all of this I wanted to show you what it was like. To dive into this world of sex and perversion, erotic learning for both of us. I thought, I could show you how much I love you, show you what you really mean to me..."
Katrina's eyes widened in unhidden terror as he began to place the gloves over his hands. She had known that to scream would be to be more than a risk but it seemed she had risked more than she had realised.

"I really am sorry to put you through all of this,"
She winced as the gloved hands moved over her body then tensed as she felt him untying her wrists and legs. Freeing her. She looked up, an eyebrow quirked, questioning, confused.

"I tried to make it pleasent. The dildos, the drug, just touching ever so slightly at first, you know? I tried... I tried soo hard to make it nice for you."
The light glinted of the blade, momentarily dazzling her eyes, for a second the sight stopped her heart, her imagination immediately flashing gory scenes from a hundred and one bad horror movies, and yet she knew none of them would be even close to having to experience the real thing.

She felt him moving her but she was somehow detached, feeling nauseous and dizzy and knowing none of it came from the drug seeping quickly from her system.
"Let me show you something,"
Katrina heard herself gasp as she took in the plastic coated room that was her bathroom. The floor, the fittings, everything covered in a protective sheet.
"I really am sorry I couldn't make it more pleasant for you,"
This was it, she was staring death in the face. Her eyes flitted from the blade to his face. Her brain scrambled trying to think of something, anything to delay the seemingly inevitable. Words suddenly began pouring from her lips,
"But...my...my reading...it isn't finished...you said I hadn't yet reached the Tower, that I was still a Fool..." Her voice was trembling and desperate. "Who else can lead me along that long road towards the Tower if not you..." She held his gaze as she finished, determined not to look at the knife.

"Please...please don't leave me when there is so much you can teach me..." She felt her knees bucking from fear but she slipped eagerly to them, kneeling before him. "I...I was scared and nervous, please forgive me, I'll...I'll be good, I promise, you...you know how much I have to learn, you know me..." Just hearing herself saying such things made her want to recoil away from the man who had been watching her for so long. "Please...punish me if you must but please...don't abandon me when you're the only one who can save me..."
She waited, holding her breath, praying she had said enough, praying some part of his far too intelligent mind would see something in what she had said, something that would appeal to him, something that would touch him.

 

[poohlive]

"No... you're lying. You don't want this. You want it to end. You begged me to end it."

He held the knife, poised it down onto her skin. No longer did it want to caress her sweet flesh. No, now it needed to feast, the sweet devouring and tearing it required soo much.

Punishment?

"I don't believe you," He knelt down by her side, "It can be over right now, like you want. You want it to be over, don't you? This will just end it... this will end every mistake I made."

Why were her eyes so hardened, her heart soo fleeting? She looked determined, she didn't look scared.

He brought the knife down to her arm, he watched as it sank into her flesh. He watched the blood come down, so red so hard, pouring down like a fountain onto the plastic beneath them both. He let it rip, let it tear through her, crushing the muscles.

God, it felt soo good.

He stopped though, had to push himself to stop from hurting her more. Her cut only half an inch, the gash as long as a finger. He couldn't stop looking at it, couldn't take his eyes away.

"That is real... and so is this. Do not play with me anymore. If you say something, you are not allowed to take it back."

These words said with such conviction, but even then they were only said because he had to say them. His attention only caught in the flowing crimson, his real life only brought to her flowing blood.

He stooped down, taking her blood into his mouth, licking her wound. His mouth covered it, sucking on it, drinking down her blood. His tongue came out to play against the slit of the wound, opening it up for more.

"Oh God," He loved it, loved the taste, needed the delicious part of her to be his own.

And then, he got up, stood before her, nodding to the cabinet.

"You are to clean yourself... and lie back down on the bed. There I will tie you up again, and we will resume. Do you understand me?"

 

[Britwitch]

"No... you're lying. You don't want this. You want it to end. You begged me to end it."
That mortal part within everyone rose up sharply in Katrina, wanting her to scream and plead, to cry and beg for his mercy. But with all of her strength she held it back. Such things wouldn't work on him. They would quickly seal her fate. And end her life. She had to be strong, or at least appear to be strong. As if she trusted him. As if she needed him.
She winced as she saw the knife lowering against her skin.

"I don't believe you...It can be over right now, like you want. You want it to be over, don't you? This will just end it... this will end every mistake I made."
Katrina cried out meekly as the knife pierced her skin, dragging downwards, feeling the worrying warmth of her own blood beginning to flow down her arm. Her body tense, a scream held tightly in her throat, she could not afford to panic him, even now. Even when her arm was burning with pain.
"That is real... and so is this. Do not play with me anymore. If you say something, you are not allowed to take it back."

"I promise...I won't say anything wrong..." She insisted, her voice light and wavering. Her body shaking upon her knees, a fresh whimper leaving her parted lips as his mouth closed over the wound. Biting her lip against yelling as his tongue fondled the cut as if he and it were lovers. Sucking on her blood, playing with the gash he had put there.
"Oh God,"

She sagged with relief as he removed his mouth and stood, trying not to look at the traces of her blood around his mouth.
"You are to clean yourself... and lie back down on the bed. There I will tie you up again, and we will resume. Do you understand me?"
"I...I understand...." Katrina replied, shakily rising to her feet. Pausing before him, looking up into his eyes while her body shivered. "...Thank you..." She said softly, her eyes holding his before heading to the cabinet and, after pulling the plastic sheeting aside, she opened it and took a small bundle of bandage. After washing and temporarily stopping the bleeding, she quickly bandaged her arm. It looked like a pale white stripe around her arm, like a band worn by sportsmen and those in mourning but not black.

She glanced at herself in the mirrored door of the cabinet. Her face so pale and eyes so wide and bright, she barely recognised herself. Steeling herself and taking a deep breath, she turned and headed back into the bedroom, lying down upon the bed, raising her arms back above her head with a hiss of discomfort as the wound protested the movement. She waited, lying as she had been before he had untied her, before she had angered him.

 

[poohlive]

"I don't want to hurt you," He said, taking off the gloves, putting the knife back in its dark and dirty place, "My job here is not to do that. I only want to torture you, it is not guided by my hand Katrina, do you understand that?"

He eased himself out of his clothing, revealing his still hard cock, steeled from the acts of before. To see and taste such blood thrived his very soul. He tied her back in place, tightly, the ropes now stinging with the cut of before.

But, she willingly let them come in place, willingly accepted her fate.

"You do so knowing what I am about to do... good, then you are no longer the fool. You are ready for change, and that is where the Tower comes in."

The tower, long slender, thick... the dildo coming out, the one in which she picked.

"I knew you would pick this one," He had already said that, didn't he? He kissed it, tasting her sex on it this time. It tasted sweet, of raspberries. Something he could not get enough of.

"I almost forgot... such pain for your punishment. You need another dose of medicine, don't you?"

He took out a small tin, in it were several white pills. He took one out, putting it on his tongue.

"Come here," He bent to kiss her, to let her receive his gift, the gift of pure pleasure within her.

 

[Britwitch]

"I don't want to hurt you...My job here is not to do that. I only want to torture you, it is not guided by my hand Katrina, do you understand that?"
"Y-yes..." Katrina whispered, watching every movement of the blade until it was back within his bag upon the floor. "I...I understand..." She felt a rush of almost embarassed heat begin to flood her cheeks as he stripped away his clothes. She knew he'd been naked beside her before but she hadn't seen him fully until now. His arousal was undeniable and the quick glimpse she had seen of his shaft before averting her eyes had been enough to know he was larger than any of her previous lovers had ever been. Something else he probably knew for himself from his 'watchings'.

She bit her lip against a cry as he retied her arms above her head, the cut beneath the bandages throbbing. Her legs once again fixed apart, but not wide enough to allow him the access he desired, she would have to part them herself for him. She would have to submit even further to his dark wishes of her.
"You do so knowing what I am about to do... good, then you are no longer the fool. You are ready for change, and that is where the Tower comes in."

Katrina watched him pull the toy back out of the bag and hold it in front of his face.
"I knew you would pick this one," She felt her jaw tighten as he kissed it, no doubt tasting herself upon it from where he had run it against her sex only minutes before. Her eyes met his as he suddenly looked away from the dildo, which he had been giving an almost reverent stare, to her eyes.
"I almost forgot... such pain for your punishment. You need another dose of medicine, don't you?"

Katrina knew that to refuse the pill, resting on the edge of his tongue, would result in punishments and pain far worse than anything he would do to her upon the bed. He had said so himself. He didn't want to hurt her. She knew the pill would dull her mind and awaken her body in a way she knew she couldn't fight. She would once again be his to toy with as he pleased.
"Come here,"

She accepted his kiss, lifting her chin slightly and parting her lips almost on cue. Trying to put the reality out of her mind as memories of their kiss beneath the tree came flooding back. She felt the pill pass between them, her mouth naturally swallowing it before she would even think to stop it. Katrina whimpered into the kiss as the drug slipped down her throat, it was almost the kind of soft sound shared between lovers during such kisses but in reality it was a whimpered cry. Her mind crying out to know that within minutes even words would be beyond her command, she would be trapped beyond the hold of ropes.

When the kiss was eventually broken their eyes met once more and, knowing she had to please him as much as she could, he held her life in his hands.
"Th-thank you..." She murmured softly, breaking their eye contact only to look back almost shyly into his face.

 

[poohlive]

"You are welcome, my dear," She had such lovely eyes, and pretty little lips. They formed a perfect kiss against him, willing or unwilling. He bent down once more, just to taste her lips, to feel them and how perfectly they formed against his own.

Maybe they were not perfect, not in the design of lips, or the look, but they fit his own in such a way that chills ran up and down his spine. He could not help but think of them as indeed perfect.

The vibrator was set on low, slow and drumming against her skin. It felt like a humming of sorts, the kind of dull insesant vibration that seemed to shake against the bones if they were allowed to touch the skin for too long.

He let it run down her stomach once more, watching with her as it took the same trail it had before, shivering and shaking its way to her very core.

"You remember you still must part your legs for me," He whispered into her ear, whispered the way a lover would if he desired her for the night. And he did, he truly did.

"Just spread them for me... let me show you how good it can feel."

 

[Britwitch]

"You are welcome, my dear,"
Another kiss, Katrina responded obediently, pressing her lips up against his as he felt and tasted her lips once more. There was something worrying in every touch, every caress. She knew she was afraid and that this was the last thing in the world she ever wanted to have happen to her. And yet he seemed to know exactly how and where to touch her to make everything feel so very intense, to make her body somehow respond to what he was doing.

Had he been a lover, a boyfriend, someone normal...he would have been perfect, she could see that easily, and yet to have him with her like this, everything was far from perfection. It felt like a carefully orchestrated nightmare unfolding around her.

For a moment she wondered why he had picked her. What made him choose her from the thousands and thousands of women in the city...had he seen her somewhere...had they met, some forgettable time...she wanted to know...part of her had to know but the incessant buzzing of the vibrator winding it's way down her stomach cut her thoughts dead.

"You remember you still must part your legs for me,"
His whispered words tickled against her ear and neck, sending fresh ripples dancing down across her skin. Katrina nodded her head, seeing his eyes fixed on the toy nearing the apex between her parted legs.
"Just spread them for me... let me show you how good it can feel."
"Yes...yes, I remember..." She replied quietly as she pushed her body down slightly, straining her arms, making her wince and whimper as the movement jarred the cut. Her torso shifted down the bed allowing her legs to part wider for him. Her legs bent slightly at the knees now, thighs parted wider, her sex vulnerable, waiting. Katrina looked up, watching the changing expressions on his face, feeling her insides tighten as she saw the obvious delight dance across his face at her obedience and compliance. She knew she was slowly sealing her own fate.

 

[poohlive]

"There it is," the vibrator humming, buzzing and droning on against the softness of her flesh. It moved down deeper now, just between her parted thighs, and touching against her opened slit.

"The tower represents change," he said low and throaty, his lips on her neck. Their bodies were touching together, hands running down to her breast, touching, tickling the hardened nipple.

"It is the dark part of your life, the end of one age and beginning of another. You have in your mind a way of thinking, a certain assumption you have made... that is the tower. Now you need to break the tower down, and see life how it really is."

The vibrator slowly slide inside of her. There was a moment when it pressed against her entrance, a touch of pressure and intense moment when he could feel certain resistance. And then it slid inside. It eased into her, guided by her slickened walls, pushing through the binds of herself.

"It can feel good," he whispered, the low drone thrumming of the tower touching her g spot, "Does it feel good?"