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Chapter 14
(tess)
An oppressive darkness, the smell of cold dirt, and a pair of sharp, pulsing pains, with a burning heat radiating from her nipples, greeted Tess back to the conscious world. What the fuck has happened?! she thought in a cloudy, helpless whimper.
“Drew??” Her tiny, meek voice trembled the world as she pleaded into the void.
No reply. I must be alone?
Realizing she was unrestrained, her cool, stiff hands made their way from the cold earthen floor up to her breasts, naked and exposed to the chill of the room. Small grains of dirt roll down her sides as hands slid over skin, a tactile investigation into the source of pain.
Her fingers snagged against metal near her nipples and quickly retreated to the bugle-call of a sharp breath sucked in through gritted teeth; the touch sent a new jolt of pain from her nipples to her core. She felt her stomach erode, a feeling becoming more familiar as days since her kidnapping ascended. Her breathing sped up. She wasn’t expecting piercings. She wasn’t expecting kidnapping either, for that matter, but it came just the same.
After a few minutes lying, trying to reclaim her wits, steel her courage, and trying to wrap her frightened mind around her new jewelry, not wanting to move, she finally brought her hands up for further investigation. Much more careful and cautious this time. As her hands neared the crime scene, anxiety pumped thick from her heart, filling her blood with stress and a growing panic. Her pulse roared a swooshing, washy sound in her ears
In the enveloping void of the room around her, with no visual cues or bearings, every inch her hands moved seemed a mile. In the disoriented now, she was trapped at the sunless bottom of a cruel ocean, she could almost feel the darkness drawing, gurgling and drowning inside her lungs with every breath. Her breathing shallowed to a depth large enough to fill a shot glass. Her mind fogged in a panic. She knew this feeling from long ago… hyperventilating would soon follow if she didn’t take hold of herself.
Forcing hard against the coming haze fogging her panicked mind, she tried to repeat her string of words to herself. The powerful words she’d used time and again, her mantra that kept her safe. The words repeated over and over in her head, slowly at first as they met up against panic’s resistance. Slowly the words grew louder in her head, more confident, her breathing slowed, her heart eased back into its regular cadence. Louder and stronger the script came, until it found its way from thought to voice, “… and I will learn from this!” and startled her once more.
She knew what to expect. Her nipples were pierced now and there was nothing healthy she could do about it. It is what it is, she told herself. Her hands continued up to her new ornamentation. Jaw clenched tight against the pain, the pads of her fingers eased from her chest, up the slopes of her breasts to her areolas, goose-bumped and sensitive, to her hard, erect nipples. It felt like a metal rod with two balls on either end. They had put barbells in. Interesting.
Summoning her will from the depths, she slowly eased up on her elbows and waited. Nothing moved, nothing happened. Easing to her side and drawing her legs up under her, she readied herself to move. She needed to know where she was or what exactly she was in. A storage room maybe? In a low kneeling position, she listened hard. The fog was gone and although terrified, she had to find a way out. Adrenaline began its blessing-curse chemical integration inside her and she felt something she had never experienced before. Even though she was captive here, she felt… powerful. Alert. Ready for anything and knowing she could take it. It was almost… liberating. The feeling resonated and grew inside her. She felt like she had found something she lost long ago, like slowly she had added a piece to the puzzle of her character that made her stronger.
Her mind was alert and abuzz with thoughts. Even though he had kidnapped her, Drew had promised protection and safety. She didn’t even think of it as kidnapping anymore. Strange. In the past she would have been hurt by anyone letting her down or slighting her. He hadn’t let her down though. You can’t protect against everything. Some things just happen. Where is he? What are they putting him through? I hope he’s safe. Concerned thoughts for him came in a beautiful rainstorm.
Act! She could feel her calves flex taut, the cool bottom of her right breast was resting on her right knee, her left knee in the dirt. She almost felt… invigorated? Adventurous? Her spirits had returned to her. She imagined herself a Native American warrior trying to escape, naked, with no real idea where she was or where she was going, but that didn’t matter. She just needed to be away.
Pushing her hands against the earth, she slowly rose to a low crouch. With hands feeling out into the void like attentive tentacles, she took a few steps ahead and felt nothing. She paced ahead a few more steps and her hands came in contact with a cool metallic wall. With one hand on the wall and her other hand feeling for a perpendicular wall, she shuffled around the perimeter of her room.
Where is Drew? They’d better not hurt him! She doubted he was used to being on the other end of a master/slave relationship, and here in this shithole it seemed more like an Asshole/bitch relationship.
When she came to one of the corners of the room, she heard… people talking? Yes. The words were muffled through the metal. Pressing ear to wall, she ignored the cold sensation against her face and listened, trying to decipher anything at all.
At least two men were talking. One almost sounded like Drew but she couldn’t be sure. It was probably just her mind wanting it to be Drew, and this was all an experience that he had planned and he was coming to take her home.
She made out a few phrases.
One guy was saying something about “…brother’s company gone…” and then some low laughter.
A second voice was speaking and she could make out “…fortunate for us… ” A business deal here? In a place like this?
Maybe a third voice or one of the other ones spoke up talking for a minute or two but all she could make out was, “yeah boss… seem to be blessed… …found a good one… …sorry about the… …but you did ask for…”
A couple of voices spoke up at once talking but incomprehensible, but someone seemed to make a joke about, “never seen your cock…” and more talking and laughing.
The second voice spoke again, “…changed…plans…don’t talk about…her wait (?)…like her as…and tell…he’s fired…unprofessional…”
Another voice, or maybe one of the previous voices spoke up loud, she was beginning to lose track of it all, “Ok, so how are… where’s the other… they’re watching…”
Maybe the second voice again, “taking care of…” and a few muffled sentences later by the same voice, “copy of… vid… … Christmas bonus…”
Everyone started laughing. Then it sounded like another door opened nearby. She could feel it through the wall. Someone spoke, “Guys shut up… awake…”
The voices behind the wall got quiet. For a few minutes she heard nothing, so she continued her exploration of the cell. She came to a place where, in her mind, it seemed she had made a complete circuit. It was maybe 10 to 15 feet on each wall. A prison cell. She finished up on the far end away from where she heard the voices. God, I hope he’s safe. He’ll know what to do when he gets back. If he doesn’t though, I’ve got to take care of myself. It’s weird with him not here. I miss him. He’ll know what to do. I’ll see him soon.
A loud clang exploded hard into the silence off to the other side of the cell where she heard the voices. A door was opening, the same deep creaking groan from the last room she was in. A tall blade of dim light sliced into the darkness and slowly grew to a light-gray open portal at the other end of the room. Overhead, harsh fluorescents flickered to life and she recoiled to the far corner, the back of her hand to the bridge of her nose, an umbrella against the lights. Whatever was to happen next was here. Tess felt every muscle in her body tense.
Determination replaced the fear of yesterday. If it came down to it, she would fight this time. She had forgotten all about the pain of her new piercings as her breasts rose and fell. The fact that she was naked never crossed her mind either. Modesty was a virtue made obsolete after everything that had happened, the catalyst being the moment Drew’s words and fingers had worked their way inside her that morning. She was no longer ashamed of her body, she realized, well, mostly not ashamed. I miss him.
As if her thoughts had summoned him, as her eyes were adjusting, through the opening he entered. Or, better, someone seemed to have pushed him and he stumbled in as the door behind him clanged shut. He was hurt.
“Drew!” she exclaimed once the door was shut, and quickly closed the distance between her and her very own felonious kidnapper. He beamed a weak smile and held out his arms for a hug. He had long red lines, some with dried blood in parts, all over his body. She didn’t realize how happy she would be to see him. Clenching teeth against the pain, her palms covered her piercings and she found herself wrapped in arms that seemed to be trying really hard to be strong. Her ear fit perfectly in the hollow of his chest, she could hear his heartbeat. She breathed him in, a bittersweet aroma of dried sweat, a sharp metallic scent of dried blood, a whiff of cum (maybe from earlier at the mall), all mixed with that scent she knew was his own. She felt her previous sense of personal-power trade places with the familiar sense of voluntary-submission. Oh, the power wasn’t lost. No, the newfound piece of her that could stand up and fight, and take care of herself, and become powerful, she simple slipped that into her mental back pocket, ready when she needed it again.
“Are you ok?” He asked.
“Yes. They pierced my nipples! Fucking shitheads. They hurt like hell!” I replied.
He paused for a few moments and in his usual calm, matter of fact way he said, “They look good on you.”
I laughed hard into the crevice of his chest and arm. In this midst of this whole fucking mess and he says they look good?! Laughing made it seem like we had not just been abducted and tortured. Like it was back at Drew’s house. I felt a lot of my tension melt away.
“You can still laugh. That’s good. Just making sure they didn’t take that from you.” He said. “Yeah, if you remember, I was right there with you when they did it. I probably remember your piercings better than you do, you seemed to be in the room, then somewhere else, responding to that guy and then not.”
Shame stabbed in. I had gotten off with that guy doing... “I couldn’t help it though, I mean, he was…I…I mean, you’re my Master and…like back at the store and you said you were proud of me because I knew you were my Master and then… he just…”
“Hey, hey… do not apologize for your body responding the way it’s designed, do you hear me? Unless I had told you not to cum, that is. Then the apology would be good, but wouldn’t get you out of punishment for disobeying.” He grinned devilishly. “It didn’t even cross my mind that you would take that that way. I wasn’t meaning anything close to you feeling remorse or shame about the way your body responded. I was just saying, mentally, it seemed like you were unresponsive at times. Like you went away. Just an observation. Well, responsive up until you passed out as they pierced your nipples while you were cumming. I thought it was extremely hot. I don’t let just anyone play with my Kitten.”
I couldn’t deny it, so I said nothing. I knew his words were trying to reinforce this illusion in my heart that I was safe now, that we were not prisoners and that he was still in control of it all. The last line tripped me up a bit. My mind parted ways with my heart and knew otherwise. I mean, he had had the shit whipped out of him from the looks of the welts. That upset me. But, my heart always seems to win out over my mind, and I felt safe. I slid, whole being, into the illusion. I was safe now. He knew what to do.
I felt his head tilt and his face was resting on the top of my head, he took a deep breath and I think he kissed the top of my head, and then he spoke again, “Kitten, do you trust me?”
The words reverberated in my mind. I knew I had heard that before, somewhere.
He continued, “I would never ask you to trust me. It’s the cry of a guilty soul. I’m just curious if you do. Answer honest now.”
I paused, took a breath, and answered, “Even through everything that’s happened, you’ve always been honest with me, for better or worse. You kidnapped me and my friend, and you’ve done incredibly illegal and unimaginable things to us. But through it all you’ve been honest with me and I think you’ve genuinely grown to have my best interests in mind. It almost seems like for the past couple of days, as much as I hated it, secretly, I think I’ve always wanted to experience life like this. For some strange reason, I think I do trust you.”
He paused, and then spoke calmly, “You think? It’s a yes or no, Kitten, either way. There is no middle ground. You either fully trust me that I’ll take care of you or you don’t.”
What more did he want? Damn guys and their peculiar particulars! “Well, I mean, I do trust you, but this is completely different. We’re not at your house. Just a rather sketchy situation though. We’re both prisoners here, and I don’t think you have any control over what they do to me or you. So even if I do trust you to take care of me, you don’t have control over them. And they have control over both of us. So, I feel my hesitation to answer your question is reasonable.”
A slow, confident breathing was the only sound for a minute or two. It felt like his lips turned up, maybe in a smile? He wanted me to be honest! Finally he spoke, “I appreciate your honest answer, Kitten.” He seemed to struggle with words, I felt uneasy. Under his breath, I heard him mumble and made out, “A little more time.”
“How do we get out of here, Sir? They’re not just going to let us walk out huh? And what was all that with the clipboard and that shitbrick measuring me and all that?” I asked.
“For now, I think its best that we go along with whatever they ask. When they were walking me back from whatever ‘exam room’ or wherever they whipped me, this is, as unbelievable as it seems, some type of underground complex. Very strange. But there are other people here. I saw some guys walking their women across the complex…”
“Walking their women?” I interrupted, not sure what he meant.
“Yeah, like you’d walk your dog, the Dom’s were walking their subs.” He paused, “Do not interrupt me, kitten. We’re back just like we were at my house, do you understand? I’ve given them permission to do these things to you, so when they tell you to do something, just listen sharp and imagine everything they’re saying is actually me telling you to do it. And remember, nothing has happened by chance in the past. Even though we kidnapped you, the things I have told you and taught you, I have been training you. This… temporarily unstable… situation will make for a good test.”
“Yes Sir.” I said half-heartedly. He was still trying to build up the illusion that he had any control at all here. He gave them permission to do these things? Right. But, I guess in a shipwreck, any floating stick or chair leg feels safer than nothing. The illusion is so comfortable.
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