CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
HOPE
All of a sudden I feel a light buzz at my clit, pinpointing a load of energy directly on to it.
“I can control the speed and the intensity of that little gadget that rests between your legs.” Mark confirms as the energy suddenly disappears and I can rest easier for a moment.
“With just one click of my finger I can turn it on and off. I can keep it going for hours if I want to.” He looks at me with a smirk, waving the gadget in front of me and I try to beg him with my eyes to be easy on me, but he hasn’t been easy on me ever since he brought me here. I shouldn’t expect anything else from him now. With that little blue gadget he will make sure I’ll always remember that he is no longer the man I love.
“It’s like the best remote control for grown men and I can’t wait to play with it.” He gives me another sneer.
“As a slave you have to quickly learn that it’s not your right to come. You are merely around to give joy to the man who will be your owner.” At the word owner I feel my body recoil and I just want to scream at him. Scream and shout that the only person I am is Hope Bryant and I will get out of this somehow and when I do I’ll make sure he and his pathetic father pay. He bends down in front of me and he starts to attach more wires to me and as I move my eyes around the room I can see Zac is still standing by the door with another table with a little black box on top of it.
“We need you to learn that coming is not an option until your master tells you to. No matter what he is doing to you, could be pain could be pleasure, it doesn’t matter, to you they are both the same thing, but whatever it is you don’t come until he says so. So this little gadget will help us get there, my love.” I swallow down the revulsion as he uses that word again and sickness continues to erupt from deep within my stomach.
“All day I can monitor how you’re doing. If I think you are getting ready to come I can turn it off. Likewise, if you’re not getting there quick enough I can turn it up.” He starts to stroke my hair in an almost loving touch.
“Let’s begin, shall we.” I close my eyes firmly expecting the little machine to turn on again as soon as the words have left his lips, but nothing happens. Nothing happens for what feels like forever and all I can feel is the coldness of the room as it keeps me prisoner in its clutches. I’m so cold as I feel his eyes on me. I can feel Zac watching me from his place by the door and all I want is his help. I want him to unchain me from this place and take me far away back to safety, I’m begging it with all that I am, but it just keeps going by with unsaid words.
“Open your eyes. I want to look into them while I turn your little playmate on.” I shake my head.
“Open your fucking eyes!” He shouts and as soon as I do a voltage so strong it consumes my entire body shoots right through me starting from my clit. I shake as it takes my body over and I can feel something brewing inside me that wants to coil me inside out.
“Zac. It’s on full whack and she’s already ready to burst at the seams.” I try to look over at him, but my body is far too consumed with what’s starting at my core. I can feel my body building up to something until suddenly it’s not there anymore. My breathing is ragged as I try to control myself but then something gentler starts up again. It’s starting again but it’s not nearly enough to do anything like what was previously built up and denied. I don’t even know what has been denied but I can feel the regret throughout my whole body.
“Is that not enough, my love?” I don’t want to acknowledge his question with an answer, but I know I have no option if I want my body to have what it wants.
“Are you forgetting your manners already, slave?” With no warning the buzz turns into thunder and that voltage is back, before it goes again and then comes back. Mark plays with the same button over and over again, my screams fill the room as my core feels like it’s constantly being set on fire only to be extinguished and set alight again. He keeps doing it over and over again. I try to thrash around the table, trying to get away from the extensive pain, but with my shackles I can’t get anywhere. I’m stuck.
“Do you want me to end it, my love?” I can’t control the fire and before I know it I’m screaming out yes only to be laughed at in return.
“Too bad. I don’t care and you have far too much to learn before the end of the month.” He pushes it to full whack again and this time it doesn’t stop, it keeps going and I can feel my body coiling around and around inside my stomach, getting ready to recoil at any moment until it lessens and then quickens up again.
“I’ll leave you to your fun for a while.” What? He’s leaving me like this? He can’t.
“Please, Mark, I can’t take it. Please just stop it. I’ll behave.” He slaps my face but the pressure in my core is all I can concentrate on.
“I don’t trust you.” I watch as he walks away, my back arches against the table and I scream as my world is brought back into the darkness that Mark loves to keep me in.
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I don’t know how much time goes by but it feels like too many lifetimes.
My body feels cold.
My body feels too warm.
My heart races.
My heart stops.
I get to the cusp of release and then it dies.
My body goes through too many physical changes.
My mind goes through too much emotional turmoil. I close my eyes, I try to close my mind just to ease the torment, but it doesn’t help, nothing helps. My throat feels dry and sore from the screaming I can’t control. I’m sure Mark and Zac can hear me and I don’t care. I want them to hear me, I want them to hear what they are doing to me. It takes forever before my world is blinded by a bright light and I can hear Mark’s footsteps on the floor. I’m a mess as he and Zach untie me from the table and I fall to the floor. I can’t do anything, my body feels alien and I can’t even look up while I hear Mark laugh as he shuts me away again, my clit still pulsating and throbbing with pain and need.