Chapter 7 - Self Control
Darkness closed over them as they entered the room; like a wall that light
refused to enter out of fear. A single pool of sickly yellow light illuminated
an empty chair in the middle of the room.
Lyle staggered further in, one arm around his companion to support his weak
legs, the other tucked into his shirt. He suspected it was fractured.
"Sit." The single, source-less word sank into the darkness, making him shiver.
His companion lowered him into the seat and then took up a position behind him.
"Did I tell you to harass any young girls, Lyle?" The voice was low and rough,
as if it wasn't used to talking.
"Did I tell you to break and enter any buildings? Did I tell you to rape and
beat any young girls?"
Lyle sank deeper into his chair as the voice continued.
"Through your stupidity and rash decisions, you have condemned yourself, and
many of your companions, to death."
So the purple-eyed girl told the truth, Lyle thought grimly.
"How long since you had the girl, Lyle?"
"Nearly an hour, sir," Lyle responded weakly. Was he dying already?
"She is a Mistress, Lyle. Her biological defences will have almost completed
their work by now. There is nothing I can do." There was no trace of pity in the
voice.
Lyle sighed, as if this only confirmed what he already knew.
"You may go now," the voice commanded.
Lyle hauled himself out of the chair and made his slow way for the door. His
companion made no attempt to assist this time, of which he was grateful. He
might as well leave with some dignity.
In the silence that followed, his remaining companion shifted uncomfortably.
"Come forward, Trig," the voice said.
Cautiously Trig approached to stand in front of the chair, having no intention
of sitting.
"I want you to watch the house where the purple-eyed girl is. I have given the
store across the road appropriate instructions. Gather what information you can,
and return to me if anything happens."
"Yes Sir," Trig responded with a nod, shoulder-length blonde hair threatening to
cover his vision.
"Please be discreet Trig, and speak of this to no one. I want no more episodes
like this morning."
"Yes Sir."
"Oh, and Trig..." He thought he detected a hint of amusement in the voice. "You
should keep whatever they give you."
"Err... Yes Sir," Trig replied, confused but obedient.
Sam suppressed a sigh of relief as she felt the hard, cold floor of the bathroom
under her feet. Evans' hands guided her down onto the towel still lying on the
floor.
Patiently she waited as the faint sound of running water reached her padded
ears. A bath was exactly what she needed, even better than a shower.
Her body ached all over, bruised muscles yearning for the warmth of the water.
Her anus burned painfully, the stretched muscles protesting with each movement
of her legs. Just thinking about it made her feel dirty all over.
The water stopped finally, and she could hear Evan undressing. She stood at his
touch and allowed him to guide her into the bath.
She sank down slowly, the hot water instantly soothing her poor muscles. He sat
behind her, holding her back against his chest.
Freed from sight and sound, her entire body tingled as she slid lower into the
water. She sighed, resting her head in his hands. The only thing that could make
this better, she thought with a smile, would be bubbles.
She felt Evan shifting against her, reaching to grab something. One hand snaked
down to part her legs, sending water flowing uncomfortably over her sore
genitalia.
The tip of a nozzle touched her sore anus, making her wince. He had filled it
whilst the bath was running, so she would have no idea. The nozzle slid in
easily and the water was released. Sam relaxed, grateful to wash the remains of
the men from her body.
"Thank you," she whispered, tears flowing freely from underneath the hood.
She rolled over and hugged him tightly, allowing herself to cry now. She felt
his arms encircle her, drawing her close to his warm chest.
She lay still for a while, content merely to be close to him. Sam felt his hands
pulling on her hood, removing the pads over her ears.
"Feel better?" he asked her. Sam nodded and released her hug, rolling over to
lie against him. She felt his erection growing against her back.
"I know what you want," she said softly, rubbing her back teasingly against him.
His hands slid around and underneath her top to cup her breasts, fingers softly
rubbing her nipples. Part of her couldn't believe she could get aroused after
the mornings events.
"You'll have to work for it," he whispered in her ear, and she felt him climbing
up onto the side of the bath.
Smiling, she rolled over and blindly felt her way up his legs. Her belly felt
pleasantly full as she wriggled forwards, her gloved hands closing triumphantly
around his shaft.
With only a slight hesitation she took the head of his cock into her mouth,
swirling her tongue across it teasingly. He shuddered in pleasure, restraining
himself from simply grabbing her head and taking what he wanted. This wasn't the
time for that.
Sam shifted forwards slightly to position herself, and then slowly took his
length into her mouth. She took a deep breath and pushed forwards, feeling him
touching the back of her throat, her tongue wriggling excitingly against the
sensitive skin.
Forcing down her gag reflex, she worked him closer to release, head bobbing in
time with his hot breathing. She had found that no matter how hard she tried, he
would never orgasm until he decided to. Regardless, she tried her hardest every
time, hoping she could beat his control with her skill.
She heard the bag gurgle its emptiness, and felt him move to clamp the tube.
Momentarily distracted, she took the chance and slid one hand down to rub his
anus, her fingers just holding back from penetration, and inhaled his entire
length.
He shuddered against her, feeling his hot shaft throbbing inside her mouth. So
close, she thought excitedly. He fumbled with the tube for a few extra moments,
nearly giving in to her ministrations.
"That's enough," he told her huskily, pulling on her hair to force her off him.
He slid back into the water with her. Sam twisted herself around on all fours,
presenting her behind to him. She wriggled hungrily, spreading herself wide. Her
body craved him.
He plunged into her from behind, making her squeal in surprise as he filled her
hot pussy.
The water sloshed in the bath as he pounded into her squirming body, splashing
over the edge and soaking the towel below.
Sam came quickly, a powerful orgasm turning her muscles into jelly. A long,
drawn out moan escaped her lips as he thrust deeply, pumping his fluids into her
loins.
Sam felt his hands lift her up and set her on the side of the bath, spreading
her legs wide.
She felt his fingers delve into her, rubbing the soft V of hair that pointed
down to her moist slit, his hot breath blowing across her pink folds.
She felt his mouth close over her lips, his teeth catching her clit whilst his
tongue swirled around the engorged organ.
Sam squirmed against the wall, breathing heavily as he worked her towards
another orgasm. Her gloved hands were locked in his hair, guiding him to where
she wanted. She knew that he would punish her for it later, but she didn't care.
He slid two fingers into her, sending her squealing into another orgasm as he
lapped at the juices that flowed freely from her.
Gently, Evan removed her hands from his hair and looked up, an amused smile on
his face. Sam slid lazily into his waiting arms. He lifted her from the bath and
replaced her on the toilet to expel.
The craving faded quickly, leaving Sam feeling like a slut. She hung her head in
shame.
"Don't worry," Evan reassured her, collecting towels to sop up the water all
over the floor.
"The feeling is a natural response to return to your owner." He reached over and
removed the hood, releasing her blonde hair from its confinement. Sam smiled
uncertainly, blinking at the bright light. She still wasn't sure that she liked
being physically bound to him.
Evan leant over and kissed her on the lips reassuringly.
"Hurry up and I might let you have some bubbles," he told her with a smile that
didn't reach his eyes. She could tell that something was concerning him.
"Yes Master," Sam replied, looking away. If he could ignore it, she would too.
Trig took up his position in the top floor of the shop. The voices' last words
were explained quickly. Once he had arrived, the owners were very anxious to
please him. After declining their hospitality in favour of doing his mission,
they had hastily offered their lovely youngest daughter as a gift, much to the
girls' dismay.
He had tried to decline politely, wondering what had happened for these people
to be that terrified of angering him, but they had insisted, and Boss did say to
keep whatever they gave.
He sat at the window of their daughters room, peering through the blinds whilst
its' 17-year-old occupant lay naked and bound beside him, squirming unhappily in
a neat hog-tie. The lovely red ball-gag filling her mouth completed the image of
a pig ready for the feast.
Trig was unsure what to do with the girl he had been handed. No doubt she
thought her life was going to be very short once they left; Trig knew he didn't
look like the kindest of people.
"Hey, it's okay," he reassured her uncertainly, reaching down to pat her exposed
buttocks. "I'm not going to kill you."
Apparently this did nothing to reassure the poor girl as she began squealing
like an animal and squirming all the harder, waving her lovely brown hair wildly
through the air.
He sighed, taking his attention away from the window to look for something to
cover her with. No doubt she was just cold, he thought.
He took the blanket off her bed, white with pink flowers over it, and wrapped
her up in it like a present, her tear-stained face protruding from the front.
She seemed to calm down slightly, feeling safer inside the flimsy covering.
Satisfied, Trig returned his gaze to the building across the road.
Julie jumped when the door opened, disturbing Susan who was sleeping fitfully on
the bed in a set of Sam's clothes.
Still naked, she glared at Evan as he walked in, her teeth biting down on the
gag. He had gotten dressed now, his hair damp from the bath.
"Keep that up and I'll give you something to be angry about," he told her, his
face darkening. She didn't flinch, daring him to touch her. He sighed in
disappointment.
"Very well," Evan said. He strode casually to the wardrobe and withdrew a pair
of cuffs and a length of fine chain.
Before Julie could react, he had her pinned against the bed and was locking the
cuffs around her wrists, pushing aside the earlier steel cuffs that now hung
like bracelets on each arm.
"Mm-mm-mph!" she squealed around the gag. Susan sat up in surprise, pulling the
sheets tightly around her as she watched in horror.
Attaching the cuffs to the length of chain, Evan dragged Julie off the bed like
a doll and threw the chain over a thick hook in the middle of the roof. He
pulled hard, drawing the chain through the hook and lifting Julies' arms above
her head until she was standing on her toes. Satisfied, Evan clipped the loose
end of the chain to her cuffs again.
"Now, it's time to start learning," Evan spoke loudly, bending down to pull a
long, thin cane out from underneath the bed. He swung it through the air
experimentally, nodding at the sound it made as it cut through the air.
Julie whimpered nervously, her arms stretched tightly above her head. She
wriggled her fingers, trying to unclip the chain.
"You've already noticed that you can heal injuries quickly," he said, walking
around behind her. She twisted her head in an attempt to follow his movement.
"Thus I have no worries of permanently injuring you. It also means this is going
to hurt like hell."
"Mm-mph-mm!" she protested, squirming like a worm on a hook. He was going to
beat her with it!
Evan ran the cane up her back, the smooth wood leaving a white trail where he
pressed hard. She flinched, arching her back to get away.
"I could keep it going for hours," he told her with a smile, circling around to
face her. The smile melted away as he continued walking.
"I dare say you two girls owe me your lives," he said, flashing a glance at
Susan. She flinched, sliding further into the corner of the room.
"Yet you spoke disrespectfully to me earlier and since I've gagged you, you have
not stopped glaring at me." He swung the cane hard, expertly bringing it to a
halt mere centimetres' off Julies' quivering buttocks. She gasped in fright,
feeling the air blow against her skin.
"As an older Master, you are obliged to respect me!"
There was a sharp hiss as the cane cut through the air, then a loud crack as it
slammed into Julies' exposed behind. She squealed in pain, lifting herself into
the air briefly. She swung from the hook before gaining her balance again. Her
eyes bulged wide as the pain cut through her like a knife.
He paused until the red line across her cheeks had faded, then swung again,
landing accurately on the same spot. She stiffened, holding back a yelp of pain.
"You might not know how to behave as a Mistress, and I can understand that. But
you are not in the least bit grateful for pulling you away from Moira!"
He sent two more punishing strokes of the cane into her behind quickly, bringing
tears to her eyes.
CRACK. CRACK.
"No thank you!"
CRACK.
"Stop it!" Susan screamed at him, her eyes wet with tears. Evan halted the
caning and turned to her, his face neutral. She wilted under his gaze.
"You leave us here without... without any explanation," Susan sobbed, unable to
meet his eyes. "Then we get attacked and... and beaten... and... and you don't
deserve respect!" She caved in then, her last dregs of defiance spent. She
huddled into the corner of the bed, her back against the wall, and cried.
"This is not about punishment, Susan," Evan said after a moment, his eyes cold.
"I'm not being cruel. This is about self control, nothing more."
He turned to Julie who was watching warily. Could she stop him if he attacked
Susan? Her mind flashed back briefly to the events earlier and that burst of
strength... when she had... She pushed the thoughts away, shuddering in
remembered horror.
"Whether or not you wish to, I will teach you control."
He swung the cane hard this time, sending it slamming into her buttocks.
Julie jumped, barely keeping back the scream of pain that waited in her throat.
It hurt like he was using a knife with each hit, but she refused to cry for him;
she would not cry.
"Good, now you're learning. I will stop once the lines fade faster than I can
make them."
Julie clenched her fists as he began laying into her with the cane, the cane
blurring as it sliced through the air. Her cane stung like he was skinning her
alive, each impact a new layer of skin he cut off. It took all her concentration
not to scream and beg him to stop. She would not give in to him.
Evan paused to take off his shirt, sweat glistening on his bare skin. He
stretched his arms, flexing his fingers around the cane. Julie cringed inwardly;
she couldn't keep this up for much longer.
Catching her breath, she tried to think. He wanted her to heal the marks faster
than he could make them. Twisting, she looked down at her battered arse and
studied the rapidly fading lines that criss-crossed her pale flesh. Hopelessly
she tried willing them to disappear, but nothing occurred.
Her thoughts were interrupted as the cane cut viciously into her right cheek,
curving around her side slightly. In one smooth movement Evan swung the cane
back and hit the other side, bringing fresh tears to her eyes.
"I can keep going into the afternoon," he said in a conversational tone,
circling around. Julie fumed inwardly, wishing she knew what to do.
"Perhaps this will help motivate you!" Her eyes widened in horror as he raised
the cane in front of her and swung it hard, bringing it slicing upwards between
her legs.
She flung back her head and screamed into the gag when it hit, pain flaring in
her pussy like an explosion as the cane cut into the delicate petals that hid
between her thighs. She squirmed helplessly, hanging full on the chain as her
legs collapsed.
Swiftly, Evan glided around behind her and brought the cane slamming up between
her butt cheeks, slicing into the sensitive pink skin that hid there. Her body
convulsed in shock, her legs rising reflexively to protect the assaulted areas.
There was a slight pause before Julies' pain-fogged mind heard the hiss of the
cane once again. Some small part of her felt the thin wood slamming into the
raised and unprotected soles of her feet before the sensation disappeared.
Julie felt something shift inside as the pain stopped. The scream faded in her
throat as she froze in surprise. Forgetting everything around her, Julie focused
between her legs and the warm, pleasant feeling that was growing there.
I can do it, she told herself. Cautiously she directed the warmth to her feet,
at the slash that burned with distant pain. I should be worried that I can do
this, Julie thought to herself as the cane marks faded from her skin.
Evan smiled at her vacant look, holding the cane in both hands patiently. He
wondered how long it would take her to learn, remembering back to his own
painful days of education.
Julie straightened out and gained her balance again, breathing lightly. She
twisted to look at Evan, her eyes a mixture of anger and elation.
"Do that on call once more and I'll let you down," he told her with a slight
smile. Julie raised an eyebrow at this; just once more?
Evan swung the cane, smacking it into her arse experimentally. Calmly she
absorbed the injury, the pain a distant thing to her now.
Evan blinked in surprise, alternating between looking at her piercing purple
eyes and the smooth skin of her behind in disbelief.
It's not supposed to be that easy, Julie realised with a soft smile.
Evan frowned in annoyance and sent the cane slamming hard into her thighs. Julie
flinched at the unexpected hit, but it didn't slow her reactions down.
Evan watched the red line disappear like he was hitting water, and felt the
first stirrings of anger. She shouldn't be able to do that so easily, he thought
to himself. It's not fair.
His face dark, Evan began laying into Julies' defenceless body, the cane hissing
as it laid stripe after stripe across her back. Each impact seemed to make him
angrier, hitting harder and harder.
Susan watched in mute horror, her fingers clenched tightly on the edge of Sam's
blanket. With each swoosh of the cane she flinched, catching her breath in
sympathy. She couldn't bear to watch, remembering her own beating at the hands
of the gang members, but she couldn't look away either, sick fascination driving
her to watch the lines that melted untraceably into her friends' skin.
Julie hung limply from the hook, her eyes closed in concentration. A part of her
was worried that she had angered Evan to such a level. To her it seemed like he
was beating another, remote person.
He circled around and sent a stinging blow across her exposed breasts, the soft
flesh momentarily distorting painfully with the impact. Julie flinched
reflexively, almost loosing her precarious insulation from the pain that he was
inflicting.
She turned her head slightly, glancing at Susan with lidded eyes. Each time he
hit she saw Susan wince in pain, her face a mask of horror.
To hell with her "training", enough was enough.
Carefully, she strained herself as high as she could go to get some slack in the
chain that held her erect. Twisting her fingers painfully, she found the heavy
clip that joined the two ends of the chain to her cuffs. Her fingers protesting
at the unnatural angle, she undid the clip.
She yanked her hands down triumphantly, the free end of the chain flinging up
through the hook in the roof. Evan halted in surprise as Julie jumped away from
him, hands groping behind her head at the gag.
She took up a position near the bed, quivering in nervous excitement as she
watched him warily. Her fingers finally undid the buckle behind her head, and
she spat out the gag, stretching her tired jaw muscles thankfully.
"Susan, we're leaving," Julie said finally, keeping her eyes focused on Evan.
Her mind was working furiously. She had to get rid of the cuffs, get dressed,
get Susan and herself past Evan and back to the orphanage; easy.
"O... Okay," Susan replied from behind.
"Where are the keys?" she asked him coldly. Evan smiled harshly, tapping the
cane against one hand. She knew how strong he was; there was no way both of them
could get past him. She clenched a fist in despair.
"Where are you going to go?" he asked her. "Moira will be hunting for you, and
you have no way of defending yourself."
"We'll take our chances without you," Julie told him, experimentally tugging on
the cuffs around her wrists. The broken cuffs sat further down her arms.
"Where are the keys?" she repeated. He reached into his pocket and pulled a set
of keys out.
"Right here," he said, shaking them slightly. He held the cane in one hand, his
knuckles white.
"Susan, get the keys," Julie told her, her eyes not leaving his. He seemed
completely different now. Why did she trust him in the first place?
Susan slid of the bed, shivering fearfully as she approached. Julie tensed as
Susan reached out to take the keys; her hand trembling uncontrollably. Julie saw
Evans' eyes grow cold a moment before he began swinging the cane backwards.
Julie moved.
For the second time that day, she felt strength flood through her body like an
avalanche. The cuffs fell apart like paper between her arms as she leaped
forward, her toes digging into the carpet. She saw his eyes widen in surprise as
she deflected the moving cane with one hand, moments before she slammed
head-along into his chest.
Julie heard his sharp exhalation as they both fell over, ending up in a heap
against the wall. Julie rolled off him quickly, not pausing to question what she
had just done. She stood and caught Susan by the arm, pulling her hastily out of
the room.
"Wait," Susan said, struggling to keep her balance as they ran down the hall.
"What about Sam?"
Julie winced. Would Sam be safe with Evan now?
"Sam can look after herself," Julie said over her shoulder, more to reassure
herself.
Almost jumping down the stairs, they reached the bottom and burst outside into
the cold.
"Shit!" Julie yelled as her unprotected feet touched the snow that blanketed
outside. The cold air blew across her naked skin as they ran around the side of
the building.
"We'll keep going," Julie told Susan, not stopping as they arrived at the
street. She would have to run back without clothes.
Trig watched Julies' caning with interest, his eyes glued to the window. Damn
that girl is tough, he thought to himself.
He raised an eyebrow when the chain came free and she backed away from her
punisher. They spoke for a moment, and then another girl entered his view.
Trig instantly forgot about the other girl, focusing entirely on the red-haired
beauty across the road. His eyes noted that she moved strangely, her legs
slightly apart. Curious, he thought interestedly, studying her figure as she
reached out to take something from the man.
Trig shifted uncomfortably, not hearing the whimper of the girl below as she saw
the bulge of his erection. Her fear of imminent death was replaced with imminent
rape, followed by death. She began sobbing hopelessly, attempting to curl
herself deeper underneath the protective blanket.
Suddenly the black-haired girl flung herself with surprising speed at the man,
sending them both into the wall out of his view. He frowned, sitting straighter,
one hand instinctively reaching for a gun that wasn't there.
He saw a brief flash of the red-haired girl before they both disappeared out of
the room.
"Shit," he cursed, standing up. He glanced down at the girl by his side.
Seeing that he was now paying attention to her, the girl resumed squirming,
staring at him pleadingly and whimpering. Trig sighed, glancing out the window
anxiously.
"Sorry girlie, Boss said I get to keep what I'm given. So I guess you belong to
me now," he said, reaching down to pat her cheek possessively. The girl began
crying hopelessly, shying away from his hand.
"Hey now," Trig said absently, checking the window again. "It's not that bad.
Now, promise not to make a fuss and I'll take out that gag."
She chocked back her sobs enough to nod.
Trig squatted down and undid the buckle behind her head, tugging the gag gently
from her mouth.
"Don't... hurt me," she pleaded in a soft, musical voice, her words quaking with
her sobs.
"What's your name, girlie?" Trig asked gently, glancing out the window again.
"Em... Emily," she sobbed, attempting to curl further into the protective
blanket. Trig patted her head approvingly.
"I'm not going to hurt you Emily. You just behave yourself and everything will
be fine."
Emily closed her wide, brown eyes in defeat, her head filled with images of her
violent rape and dismemberment. Tears slid silently down her soft cheeks. How
could her parents have done this to her?
Trig sighed to himself, glancing out the window again.
"Shit," he said, seeing the two girls running down the street. He tugged the
blanket from around the distraught girl and began undoing her bonds.
"Get dressed," he commanded tersely. "We're going out."
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Thanks to Red Eva for proof-reading.
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