BandAid42
I could.
F4tNw1ll1ng
Then why don’t you?
BandAid42
If you’re ready to play, then give me the password.
Rolling my shoulders, I sigh. There’s no doubt about what I’m going to do. I’m just curious as to why someone who clearly has a deep understanding and skill with technology and could easily hack a networked camera system hasn’t already. But I need to know…am I just getting off on the risk, or do I need this to be even more dangerous in order to feeleverythingI’ve been promised?
F4tNw1ll1ng
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BandAid42
Good girl. A present will arrive at your back door in an hour.
Chapter 11
February 14 - Hour 6
“Stop!” I shout as much as I can around the gag. I’m damn sure the word isn’t very clear.
I can’t take it anymore. I can’t. My entire body is bruised and aching. It’s impossible to keep myself upright. My knees keep giving out, which makes the pillory pull at my neck and my wrists to the point that I feel like I’m suffocating.
The laugh is back, that sadistic and amused laugh that will forever live in my head after this. I’ll never be able to escape it.
“Stop!” I try again, but this time it’s even more pathetic than the first time.
The slap against the backs of my thighs is hard. The solid material ripples pain up into my ass that still feels like it’s leaking and into my back. I whimper from the pain, knowing that my entire body is likely to be black and blue after this.
“Shut up,” they say, that mechanical voice becoming a curse more than the caress it once was.
God, I’d love for my enchantment with this entire situation to come back, but they shattered it five minutes ago by calling out everything I didn’t want to admit. I’m a cheater, and a slut, and my desires are so disgusting that no one’s going to want me after this. If Reik finds out, our marriage is over. Add on top of that, I’m fat and can’t lose weight to save my life. Trust me, I’ve tried. And Reik uses that as an excuse every time to turn me down when I try to turn him on.
Pain ricochets through the backs of my thighs again. “You don’t get to choose when this is done. Remember?”
I do remember. I’d given them free rein over my body for one day. And I have no control, but that doesn’t mean I can’t try. I shift my feet together and try to scoot away from where I think they’re standing, to avoid the pain that I know is coming. Because they’re not done beating me yet. If anything, the last few hours have proven that they’ll beat me until I pass out from pain.
“I don’t know why you’re shy now. I’ve already fucked you twice.”
Because I don’t deserve it.
It’s that simple. I thought I did, for a brief second, I thought that I could have everything I’ve wanted because I do deserve it as a human being and as a woman, but I was wrong. And this just proves it. I won’t ever be good enough. I can barely make it through this, and I’m sure the only reason I have right now is because of this fucking gag in my mouth so I can’t make them stop.
“Bitch.” A slap to my ass. “Stop moving.”
I cry silent tears, shifting to try and make the landing of the paddle in an easier spot that won’t hurt as much, but it’s notworking. No matter where I go, they find me. The paddle drops to the floor, clunking as it falls. I sigh in relief.
“I’ll make you stop.”
What’s that mean? Fuck, why didn’t I realize they’d have an alternative? I’m the one who’s not prepared for this. I’m the one coming in and not knowing what’s going on, the one here to take the risk of being completely out of control of everything. Of course there’d be an alternative. Straps slide around my ankles, tightening into place and digging into my skin. They spread my legs apart with one boot and then the other. Before I know it, they’re locked in place. Chains rattle against the cement, but I can’t move my feet more than a few inches.
The paddling starts again, this time without anything being held back. Slap after slap after slap. My head reels from the pain, spinning as if I’m going to die any second now, or maybe just black out and wake up to it again. But then it stops.
