Chapter 7: Bound
When they reached Minneapolis, Sylar said they needed to celebrate. Sylar checked them into a fancy hotel again, this time getting a suite. Siobhan wondered what they would need all that room for and felt both fear and excitement in anticipation of his plans.
When Siobhan came out of the shower and into the bedroom, Sylar was arranging some silk scarves on the four-poster bed. She tried to ignore the implications of that and hurriedly walked over to the dresser to get some clothing. "Come here, Siobhan," Sylar instructed, before she could even pick up a pair of panties.
Siobhan slowly walked over and stood before him, blushing red. "Drop the towel," Sylar said with a smirk. Siobhan dropped the towel but then tried to cover her breasts with her arms. "No no no," Sylar said in a sing-songy voice, grabbing her wrists and lifting her arms away from her body. His gaze slowly wandered from the top of her head all the way down her legs, and then back again. "You're so beautiful," he exhaled.
He then instructed her to lie on the bed. Siobhan got up on the bed and started to lie back before he stopped her. "No, Siobhan, lie face down," he said with a wicked smile. Siobhan paused for a moment and then turned over, grateful that—at least for a moment—he could not see the humiliation on her face.
Sylar then began the process of tying her to the bed. He wrapped the first scarf around the wrist closest to him, not so tight as to cut off circulation, but tight enough to leave a mark. After fastening the end of the scarf to the aligned post, he repeated the process with her other wrist. He pulled the scarf so tight that she was stretched across the mattress. Then he did the same thing to her ankles, spreading her so that she was completely exposed.
Despite her fear and embarrassment, Siobhan could not contain her desire. She felt her pussy getting wet in anticipation of his assault. Her breathing sped up as she felt him get up on the mattress and straddle her.
Sylar pulled her head back by her hair so he could stuff a scarf in her mouth. He tied another scarf around her to hold the gag in place. Finally, he wrapped a scarf around her eyes to blindfold her.
Siobhan's excitement was so overpowering that she could hardly breathe. She was going crazy in anticipation of what would come next when she felt Sylar get off the bed. "I'll be back in a few—don't go anywhere!" he said with obvious amusement. What? Is he fucking kidding me? Siobhan's heart dropped as she heard him walk out of the bedroom, through the sitting area, and out the front door. The sound of the lock clicking was like a slap in the face.
She laid there in disbelief for quite awhile before attempting to free herself. She found out quickly that this was futile—Sylar had bound her so tightly that she could barely move her arms and legs at all. Blindfolded, her ability was no use to her. She was completely powerless.
Siobhan ran through the possible outcomes of her predicament. He had said he would be back in a few. Was that a few minutes or a few hours? A few days? How long did he plan on leaving her like this? Her mind tortured itself with the fear of abandonment.
Unable to see, Siobhan lost all sense of time. How long had he been gone already? She tried counting to herself but gave up after reaching a thousand. Siobhan came apart emotionally. When she began to cry, she could hear Sylar's voice in her head: Again with the tears. Still, she couldn't stop. This was the worst thing he had done to her by far.
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Siobhan was jolted awake by the sound of the hotel door being unlocked and opened. She could hear Sylar's voice and someone else's. Disoriented, it took her a moment to focus, but then she realized that Sylar was talking to another man.
It was hard to discern everything they were saying since they were in the front room, but Siobhan could make out a few things. She heard them laughing and thought she heard the sound of ice clinking in glasses, like they were drinking. Then she heard Sylar's voice crystal clear: "So, are you ready to get started?"
Siobhan felt pure terror at the thought of what was coming next. She tried to mentally separate herself from her body, and find gratitude in the knowledge that whatever the stranger did to her, he wouldn't see her face.
She felt their presence as they entered the bedroom. "Holy fucking shit," she heard the stranger say. "You weren't kidding. Is this for real?"
"As real as it gets," she heard Sylar reply.
"And you're sure she's okay with this?"
Siobhan was about to protest as much as she could through her gag when she felt a hand she knew was Sylar's on the back of her neck. "She's fine with it. She gets off on this kind of thing." She froze upon hearing those words.
"All right," she heard the stranger reply. "Do you want me to use my hand?"
"No, I'd prefer it if you used this." Siobhan thought she heard the sound of Sylar unbuckling and removing his belt.
Christ, he's going to let him beat me, Siobhan thought to herself. She heard the sound of the belt smacking against something else—a hand, maybe? Before she could prepare herself, she felt the smack and sting of the belt hitting her ass. She involuntarily tensed against her restraints.
The stranger was just getting started. After a few tentative slaps the blows came down in rapid succession, forcing her to cry out as much as she could through the gag. Tears flooded her eyes as she absorbed the stinging pain.
The stranger stopped, but then she heard Sylar's voice. "Again," he said, matter-of-factly.
The stranger released another torrent of blows. This time, Siobhan could not stop herself from writhing beneath them in an attempt to escape. When the stranger paused a second time, Sylar said, "Do it again. Harder this time."
Siobhan screamed through the gag as the stranger beat her some more. Suddenly, her blindfold was lifted. When her eyes adjusted to the light, she saw Sylar staring into them. "Harder," he said, his eyes not leaving hers. Siobhan sobbed, begging him to stop the beating with her eyes.
A minute later, the blows stopped. "Dude, she's bleeding."
Sylar replaced the blindfold. "All right, that's probably enough then."
Then the stranger said, "You've got to let me have a piece of her."
Siobhan tensed, not believing that she would be able to withstand anything else from this bastard. She was horrified when she heard Sylar respond, "Man, I'm not sure about that." Not sure?
"Dude, I've got money. I can pay."
"Well, what exactly do you have in mind?" Siobhan tried to scream but felt an invisible force cutting off her air.
"How much do you want to let me fuck that tight little ass of hers?"
"For three hundred dollars, you can stick it in any hole you want. For five hundred, you can invite a few friends and make it a party."
"Holy fucking shit! No one's going to believe this!" Siobhan heard the stranger flip open his cell phone and start dialing. "Steve, hey man! It's Brent. Listen, do you remember when we tag-teamed that whore in Vegas? Yeah. You are not going to fucking believe where I'm at right now." Siobhan heard Brent's voice trail off like he was walking away. She tried to vocalize her protests again but nothing would come out. She felt Sylar's hand stroke her hair.
Brent walked back into the bedroom still talking. "That's right. The Hilton, room 1802. Call Dave too. Now let me go so I can get me some. Fuck no, dude—hurry the fuck up!" Siobhan heard the phone snap shut. "Asshole," he muttered under his breath. Then, more loudly: "Three more are coming—should be here in 30 minutes or so. I assume you want me to pay before I play? Let me get out my wallet….Man, this must be my lucky d—"
Siobhan heard Brent's voice cut off suddenly and then a sickening gurgling sound. Seconds later, she heard and felt a thump as what was obviously Brent's body hit the floor. Then only silence. She knew that Sylar had killed him.
"Siobhan, you worry too much," Sylar said, startling her even though his voice was perfectly calm. He picked up her left hand and began to untie her wrist. "I will never share you with anyone else." He continued around the bed and untied her ankles. "You are mine and mine alone." He untied her right wrist and then held her hand in his, stroking it with his thumb. "You belong to me."
He pulled her up into his arms and embraced her tightly. His display of affection made her start crying again. He reached up and removed her gag, throwing it aside. Then he cupped her face in both of his hands and kissed her passionately. As his tongue entered her mouth, Siobhan trembled with desire.
Sylar guided her into a standing position, and Siobhan shrieked in horror when her bare foot touched the warm, wet carpet. She tried to get back up on the bed, but Sylar physically restrained her and pushed her onto her knees. The realization that she was kneeling in a pool of blood made her gag. She grabbed onto Sylar's legs for support.
"Take out my cock," Sylar instructed. Feeling sick and overwhelmed at what had transpired, and disoriented at not being able to see, Siobhan anchored herself with Sylar's words. She reached up and felt her way to the top button on his jeans, stroking his enormous erection through the fabric. She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and then attempted to remove her blindfold. Sylar grabbed her hands. "Not yet—I'll take it off when I'm ready."
Siobhan accepted his will and opened up his pants so that his huge cock was released. She then tugged his pants down slowly before gripping his ass and pressing her face against him. His musky scent and soft hair were intoxicating to her. She breathed deeply and traced her lips up his shaft, finding the head of his cock. She lightly grazed its ridge with her tongue.
She gently sucked on the tip of his cock before taking him in as far as he would go. She steeled herself when it triggered her gag reflex, and relaxed her throat as much as she could. Taking care to protect him from her teeth, Siobhan sucked harder as she moved her head back and forth.
Sylar moaned in appreciation and gripped her hair. He began thrusting into her mouth. "You are mine, Siobhan. Mine alone. I may degrade you. I may cause you pain. But I won't make you kneel for anyone but me."
Siobhan gripped the base of shaft with one hand and held onto his thigh with the other, as she focused her attention on licking and sucking the end of his cock. Sylar let out a low growl and shoved it back down her throat as far as it would go. The intensity of his thrusts signaled that he was about to come. As he did, he held her head against him, although he didn't need to. Siobhan enthusiastically swallowed what he had to give her.
Sylar rested for a moment, his hands still entangled in Siobhan's hair. When he stepped back to put himself back in his pants, she let him go reluctantly. She remained on her knees, awaiting his next instruction. Then the sudden knock on the hotel room door jolted her.
"Our guests have arrived," Sylar said cheerfully. Siobhan heard him take a few steps toward the door, but then he came back. He removed her blindfold and kissed her on top of the head before turning again to go open the door.
As Siobhan's eyes adjusted, she heard the door open and the sound of men talking as they entered the front room. Then she heard Sylar's voice distinctly: "Brent's a little incapacitated right now, but I'm sure he won't mind if you go ahead and join him." She remained still as the three men filed into the bedroom.
"Holy motherfucking shit!" one of them yelled when he saw Brent face down on the floor in his own blood. The sight of Siobhan naked and kneeling in Brent's blood was almost as shocking. One of them turned to run, but Sylar sent him flying and pinned him to a wall with a slight hand gesture. He telekinetically slammed the bedroom door closed, and pinned the other two against a wall. When one of them tried to scream, Sylar caught off his air.
"Now it's time to party," Sylar said, smirking, as he walked over to Siobhan. He stood behind her and caressed her shoulders. She knew what he wanted her to do before he even asked. "Siobhan, why don't you show these gentlemen your little trick."
Siobhan felt like she was watching the scene unfold from outside her body, as several emotions racked her mind. Her first instinct was blind obedience to Sylar—her love, her tormentor, her savior. Plus, these men were bastards who had come over with the intent to "tag-team" her like "that whore in Vegas." That thought disgusted and angered her. But she still resisted the idea of killing, even though she had killed Agent Simmons, and despite the fact that killing seemed to come easy to Sylar. She wanted to please him, but she didn't know if she could kill again.
Sylar moved his left hand from Siobhan's shoulder and caressed her throat, giving it a little squeeze. The act made her cunt contract in pleasure. At that moment, she knew that she could—she would—do anything for him.
"Here, I will make it easy for you," Sylar murmured. The biggest of the three men suddenly fell to the floor. He leapt up and charged Siobhan and Sylar. Before he reached them, Siobhan splattered him into a million pieces.
"Again," Sylar instructed, and she focused on the man closest to them. His face distorted into a silent scream until she blew him up too.
Siobhan turned her attention to the last one, but he exploded before she could use her power on him. She looked up at Sylar, who was smirking a little more gleefully than usual. "Jackpot," he said, with a grin.
