Sports

by WinndSinger

Bella has been shipped off to an all girls school because she's been a very bad girl. Edward is her very dark gym teacher. Why is he so cruel to her ? Very dark and mature storyline here.

33. Chapter 33

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Warning : some BDSM stuff in this chapter.

Chapter 33 -

Bella's POV:

Life is so weird. One minute I wanted to just lay down and die…and well, I guess I did. It wasn't my intention to die but death tried to get me again. I think I have something that death and undead are attracted to. Thank God for that.

Master had ripped my heart out and I can't believe I couldn't see what he was doing. Damn I read that book a hundred times. I never really had my heart broken into splinters before. I can say now I know what that's like. I would rather be on the rack. To see into eyes you love that look back at you like you're nothing…a stranger…an unwanted presence…there is nothing worse.

As I walked, I didn't even notice the snow, the ice cold winds, the hiss…I was too busy thinking about my gym classes now, that I would have to see him and pretend that everything was alright, living without his touch, his voice, his lips…his hand over my mouth…every step away from him was a million miles of shit.

I truly didn't see a time or place when I'd be over him or better off. I want him, forever. I love him.

In fact, after he crushed me and I had the chance to say something all I could say was 'I love you Master'. It's all I had inside of me. No anger, no bitterness or regret, only pain and love that was still standing even after those flames had raged through and ravaged it.

Not since losing my Mom had I such a stabbing pain in my chest. I saw him and his face everywhere, in the whiteness of the snow…in the chill I felt his hands…I tried to move through the weather…but it slowed me…it confused me…I suddenly didn't know where I was or where to go to get back to the school. All I knew was I was lost. And alone. So fucking alone. There was no Alice…no Charlie…no Mom…no Jasper or Maya…and now, no Master. It always ends this way for me…no one loves me.

After I had fallen through the ice and could not even feel my way back to the hole I'd gone through, I kept hitting hard ice above me and I began to panic. That's my last memory.

After this, a lot was fuzzy and strange. I felt like I was still with Master, even though I knew he was done with me. I could hear him, even once I thought I heard him singing to me…wishful dreaming I guessed.

I felt his fingers on my hair once…and I remember sighing in contentment at that sensation. I heard his perfect voice speaking to me in Spanish and I even thought I heard him reading that god damn volleyball book to me again. I was reliving my memories with him in my dreams…or was this my afterlife now? Am I not good enough to be in heaven ? I know I probably couldn't go there, after killing that girl…but this can't be Hell…he's here with me somehow. Or maybe it is Hell. I'll take it.

And then I just seemed to wake up and open my eyes and the doctor and nurses were all thrilled by it. And then I saw him…sitting there next to me. I didn't know why he was there or why he looked so gaunt and pale. But he was smiling and looked like he might cry with happiness.

Then he told me he didn't mean anything he said…and why he did it. I felt like an imbecile for not catching that sooner. It didn't really matter…all that mattered was what he told me next. He loves me. He actually SAID the words ! If I wasn't stuck in this hospital bed, I'd have flown into the air !

And he kissed me. God how he kissed me and I must've stunk from being in a hospital bed for 3 days, in a coma with tubes in my throat. But he kissed me like I smelled of lilacs and nectar.

Then came the next great news: He wasn't happy about this loving me thing at all. Once he explained, I understood what he was saying. He's 265 years old, I have to stop expecting him to act like he's my age. I would work on this. He asked that we go slow in this love thing. He admitted he was new to this and I loved that he was letting me see him vulnerable for once. I loved him this way too. I agreed I would teach him as he had taught me. It was a nice feeling that I could teach him something. But what do I know about love ? I'm 17. This is my first and hopefully only love. I guess we would learn together, but in any case, he wasn't pushing me away anymore.

We would begin here.

I was heartbroken, though, when I found out I couldn't do training with Master now, or my archery, or ANYTHING physical ! I was so giddy from having him back in my life that I didn't even think of my own body. My wrist had a cast on it…and my shoulder needed to heal. I had to wear a sling and I hated that.

Master took such good care of me, even helping me take baths. (Yes I could've done it myself with my good arm but I faked helplessness…LOL). He didn't argue with me, he did anything I wanted. Well except my training. He wouldn't even think about it until I was alright again. Dammit.

I couldn't play basketball in gym class but Master still had me in class, sitting on the bleachers, keeping score, doing some of his paperwork, stuff like that. I was glad to still be here, watching him yell at the other girls and not me for awhile. He had me reading a basketball book, learning the rules of the game. Yuk. Maybe by the time I heal, basketball will be over. But whatever sport came in place of it, I'm sure would also suck.

One great thing that came out of this is that I got to watch Mr. Cullen teach his music classes. And let me tell you, if I was impressed by him before, that was nothing compared to what I saw there !

I loved watching him play the piano, for sure, but seeing him teaching it was even more magical.

He was smart and creative and he laughed and smiled with the students there. They loved him…well most of them did. A couple girls were a little troublesome but he always stood his ground and won out in the end. He didn't kick them out, either, he wore them down until they were learning and better than before. He didn't give up on them. I was glad he had that quality, because he didn't quit on me, either, in gym, and even in our relationship, he was going to try and try his best now. I can see why he tried to fight it, after hearing his whole story.

It made me cry, imagining his birth mother and her abuse…and then her trying to drown him at the age of five, in a lake ! Thank God for Esme and her guardian angel eye watching over him. I pictured her taking him away from that lake and holding him, drying him off as he cried, and telling him everything was going to be alright. I pictured a cute little copper haired boy hugging her with all his love, tight, his little eyes closed in joy.

And then, later, the tragedy of James coming into his life…he had to watch James abuse the girls he had come to love like family or lovers…and he couldn't stop it. Until one night when he had no choice but to stop him. And then James came back as a vampire for his revenge. I got chills just thinking of it…how terrifying that was for Edward…Six. But he stood his ground…and tried to fight to the end.

I still have nightmares of James killing all those girls right in front of Edward, him screaming and begging him to stop and just kill him instead. And then the killing…when James turned his blade on Edward and took his life…he was just a kid…like I am now. And he blames himself for their deaths. How can I make him see that it's not his fault ? And for him to love me now, would bring all that pain up again, long after it should've been buried. I hated that I was doing this to him but I couldn't help it. No matter what he does, I still love him…and then I love him more. It never decreases or fades away. It never will.

I don't know how we will do this but we have to. We will figure it out together.

Anyway, going back to his music classes…wow !

I never saw such a difference in a person. I was there as a teacher's assistant, making sure everyone got their music, their lyrics, etc.

Mr. Cullen was standing before the class and saying, "This is about making your voice healthy, reliable, and more powerful…keep that in mind."

He went on to talk about body warmup exercises. Hmm. I didn't know that singers needed to do body warmups. But apparently they do. He explained that tension in the shoulders and neck and diaphragm hurts your voice.

"Some of these exercises may seem silly or weird…", he said in a very pleasant, relaxed voice, almost smiling, "But trust me…embrace the weirdness…it works…welcome the weirdness…it's yours…use it."

I smiled, loving him even more now. Everyone smiled at him here. It was so nice to see girls that didn't know his mean side, who weren't afraid of him.

He had us all yawn five or six times in a row…and him acting like he was yawning was a treat. But he taught that this opens up the muscles needed for us to sing.

Next he taught about lip rolls.

He said, "Instead of going AAA AAA AAA AAAAhhhhh", he sang with the perfect voice of an even more talented Josh Groban, singing up the chords, he said we're going to go like this…"

And he pursed his lips together and blew air out, making his lips bounce together and this adorable little noise came out…bbbbbbbrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhh…..like a little kid burbling through his lips. I laughed out loud and they all looked at me. I wish I had a video of him doing that.

"I'll be quiet now.", I apologized. I guess it's a music thing I don't get.

"Take a breath…let it come out…", he instructed as we all did that. It was fun.

"It may seem stupid.", he said later, "You're gonna feel stupid…and look stupid but when we're done you're going to say, wow that's amazing…so just be stupid with me right now…it'll pay off, I promise you…"

"Now let's play with range a little bit…", he said later, "We're going to go from head voice to chest voice…"

Then he said, we're going to start at "This voice…"

And his voice was high and amazing, like Bruno Mars or Michael Jackson only more masculine….then he lowered it down to Satan's voice, low and deep, singing, "All the way down to this voice…"

That was fucking awesome ! I have to find a way to record these classes.

"Only we're going to do it with our lip roll.", he added, doing it from high to low, those gorgeous lips fluttering. I had to cover my mouth from smiling too much.

"And one more time….", he sang in his deep, sultry voice, smiling and saying, "Good. You'll all get used to me singing random stuff whenever I feel like it…so…it happens."

No one seemed to mind. Everyone even smiled and laughed at his infectious smile.

"And when you go from your chest voice to your head voice, " he said, "Everything in you is going to start to tense up, this is where the stress and the pressure comes…and people start to squeeze up…"

He made his body tense, showing us and then he smiled and said, "But I've got a cure for that…"

He hunched his shoulders up and said, "We're going to scrunch our shoulders up…I know it looks really crazy…"

"Then you're just going to let them plop.", he said, dropping his shoulders down suddenly.

"And this will temporarily disengage those muscles…", he said, touching his neck and chest, "That want to stop you from going up, because everything's connected…and if you start to tense here…it's going to cause a chain reaction that stops everything…"

"Tighten…then release completely…", he instructed calmly, "The voice moves, the body does not. It's that simple…alright…let's try that again…"

Then he started talking about the pelvic floor and hip pockets and how that affects the diaphragm. I know I lost my train of thought imagining his pelvis and hips…I think all the girls began to daydream. I wondered if Mr. Cullen could read their thoughts and hear naughty things. I'm glad he couldn't read mine. At the moment, I could imagine myself biting his pelvic bone with my weak mortal teeth, and his voice moaning in response.

Thank God I didn't sign up for the music program. I'd never have a chance with him.

Wow. There was so much I didn't know about singing and vocal techniques. But he was brilliant. He was warm, he was passionate…he looked younger and freer than I saw him in gym class. I realized why. In gym class, he's conditioning girls to be his food supply, or to be trained under him sexually.

Music was different for him. He truly loved this and it had nothing to do with his vampire nature or sexuality. It was just a pleasure for him to share what he knew and to make beautiful music, both in instrument form and vocal. I am so glad he has this at least to calm him, to make him smile, to relax him. He was beautiful to behold this way. I was a bit sad that I was not one of his students here, although I knew I'd be driving him nuts here too. I can't seem to do anything right. I didn't want to mess this up for him.

At one point he was asking us what our vocal history was. He pointed to me.

"Miss…Swan.", he acted like he wasn't sure of my name yet.

I made a face at him and said, "Uhhh…my vocal history….I sing in my room, I sing in the shower…"

I once sang in a dungeon…I wish I had the guts to add that.

I shrugged and the other girls laughed, not in a mean way, as if agreeing with me.

Mr. Cullen smiled and asked, "Why aren't you taking music class, Miss Swan?"

Oh now I see…he wants me in his class. No way Jose.

I blushed and stammered, "Umm…my grandfather once told me not to waste my time…he thought I was tone deaf…I can't sing…"

Mr. Cullen just gave me that look, that "you have no self confidence" look or "can't is not a word in your vocabulary".

And he said, "Miss Swan…no one is tone deaf. And EVERYONE can sing."

I smiled back, falling more in love with him. I remembered when I sang to him that first weekend, he had told me to sing for him. God, I wondered how bad I sounded. I had no training for this. I'd never done one of these vocal exercises.

"And with me as your teacher,", he smirked, "You'd sing like a bird."

I shot him the look that said, 'Okay, shut up now.'

My favorite times were when class was over and we were alone…he sat at the piano and had me sit next to him. And he would play for me.

"I love your voice.", I confessed as he played a very beautiful piece of music, something I never heard before.

"Thank you, Miss Swan.", he grinned, "I love your voice too."

I felt the blush burn my cheeks now.

"What ?", I frowned a bit, thinking I heard him wrong.

"I heard you sing, remember?", he looked at me, still playing, "You are very talented. What I could do for your voice if you started coming to my classes."

Aww. He sounded like he really meant that.

"I don't know…", I looked away, "I think this might be too advanced for me."

He looked at me confused, "This class ? The lip rolls ? The shoulder scrunches ? That's too advanced ?"

"Okay.", I told the truth, "I don't have the…confidence…to do this in front of people…you happy now ?"

"Miss Swan.", he stopped playing and turned to me, "How you hold yourself back because of the crap people told you growing up. Why do you carry them everywhere you go ? Let them go. They've only hurt you all your life. Forget everything they said."

"I wish I could.", I agreed with him.

"I wish I could compel you sometimes.", he went back to playing, his fingers dancing with ease across the keys.

"Me too.", I smiled at him, "But I'm glad I'm here though. It's really great to see you…this way. I'm almost not afraid of you."

He raised a brow and his eyes lightened a bit, "Try me in some of my music classes, you'll see me throw a fit the likes you'd never see in gym."

"Why ?", I asked, laughing.

"Because…", he explained, "Some of the girls that come to my classes don't respect the music, the lessons…the work that it takes to make the music great. I LOATHE that. And I can't always contain my anger about it."

The hair stood up on my arms at the way he said that last part. Oh no…I'm not taking these classes. Sorry baby.

"Will you sing for me ?", I asked, changing the subject, hoping he would.

He almost looked a little shy at first but then his fingers started to play and he started to sing.

"What would I do without your smart mouth?

Drawing me in, and you kicking me out

You've got my head spinning, no kidding, I can't pin you down

What's going on in that beautiful mind

I'm on your magical mystery ride

And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I'll be alright"

I smiled, knowing the song, loving it. All of me. But he sang it and it sounded like his own.

"My head's under water

But I'm breathing fine

You're crazy and I'm out of my mind

'Cause all of me

Loves all of you

Love your curves and all your edges

All your perfect imperfections

Give your all to me

I'll give my all to you

You're my end and my beginning

Even when I lose I'm winning

'Cause I give you all of me

And you give me all of you, oh oh"

I felt tears in my eyes as I watched him and listened…the words fit us perfectly.

"How many times do I have to tell you

Even when you're crying you're beautiful too

The world is beating you down, I'm around through every mood

You're my downfall, you're my muse

My worst distraction, my rhythm and blues

I can't stop singing, it's ringing, in my head for you

My head's under water

But I'm breathing fine

You're crazy and I'm out of my mind

'Cause all of me

Loves all of you

Love your curves and all your edges

All your perfect imperfections

Give your all to me

I'll give my all to you

You're my end and my beginning

Even when I lose I'm winning

'Cause I give you all of me

And you give me all of you, oh oh

Give me all of you

Cards on the table, we're both showing hearts

Risking it all, though it's hard

'Cause all of me

Loves all of you

Love your curves and all your edges

All your perfect imperfections

Give your all to me

I'll give my all to you

You're my end and my beginning

Even when I lose I'm winning

'Cause I give you all of me

And you give me all of you."

By the end of the song, I was singing with him and when he stopped, I totally dove on him, grabbing his hair and kissing his mouth with such fury that I think I scared him a little.

"Bella, your wrist.", he said against my lips.

"Fuck my wrist..", I kept attacking as the keys yelped in pain as he fell against them.

I pulled him down under the piano and he chuckled as I kidnapped him there.

"Not in front of my piano…", he almost whined in protest, but I didn't listen. I was kissing his mouth and my tongue shoved its way in, thickly tasting and gliding along his teeth, my free hand yanking up this perfectly tight gray sweater he had been driving me crazy in all day. I touched his perfectly toned stomach and clawed at it, wanting those jeans off now.

He enjoyed watching me open his jeans with one hand, my other fingers in the cast, unable to do much.

"I'll just nap, you go ahead.", he smiled down at me as I finally got them open.

"If they weren't so goddamn tight…", I commented, pulling them down as far as I could, to his knees.

"That's how the girls like 'em.", he joked.

Then there was a black pair of underwear in my way. Dammit !

"Would you like my help, Swan ?", he grinned.

"No, fuck you.", I heard this voice come out of my mouth as he laughed with surprise.

I yanked those little black fuckers down and dove on the huge penis that I craved.

He let out a very aroused moan as I took him completely in my mouth and wetly sucked the head, yanking his shaft up and down with no mercy…he loved it this way, the more violently the better.

"SSSSSSSSSS", he hissed and when I peeked up his eyes were red. I was proud and went harder.

He wanted to grab something with his hands but didn't want to harm his precious piano. So the floor got it, he was clawing at the nice wood there, digging his nails in as he winced and clenched his eyes, letting his head fall back as I ravaged him.

"FUCK SWAN !", he began yelling, then in the next breath, a very soft, "Oh my God…you're so fucking good at that…FUCK ! Don't stop…don't you dare stop…"

Not if the building were on fire, baby, don't worry. I love it when I make him beg me not to stop.

A part of me was tempted to stop and say, "Oh no, not in front of your piano…"

But I was too scared to try that.

He roared and arched and in a half second, I was on top of the piano, face down and he tore my panties off, my skirt up as he plunged inside me. I screamed and he grabbed my long hair, just enough to bring my head back, making me look straight ahead as he fucked me, my feet dangling above the floor.

His fingers clutched as my naked ass as he made it move against him as he thrust over and over in me, my voice grunting with each stroke…his teeth bit my right ass cheek and I did feel a light burn there but it faded fast…

"Is your arm alright?", his voice was rough and sensual but still concerned.

"Yes don't stop…", I pleaded, "Fuck I love you being inside me…"

"UUGGHHHH", he groaned in agreement, going a bit harder. I just hoped he didn't break the piano, I'd never hear the end of it.

He flipped me over and took me again, moving my shirt up, wincing as he struggled with the bra, then breaking it in the middle, lifting me up to him, his mouth devouring my breast as I grabbed his hair, keeping him there.

"OHHHH YESSSS", I adored his mouth, it did magical things to me always.

I felt his hand gently cradle my injured arm as he kept pumping within me….and I was so close to coming but I held it back, wanting more…always. If I didn't need food or water or sleep I'd want to fuck him forever, every second of the day.

His other hand went around my ankle and he pushed that leg straight up, and he got in even deeper that way as I screeched out in desperate pleasure.

His teeth were bared and he growled as he fucked and fucked. I was screaming as he told me I had permission to come as loud as I wanted.

I arched and bucked, howling like a banshee as I found my orgasm…it was so sweet and so fucking great. Nothing else in life could possibly feel this good.

He grabbed my neck and kissed my lips, opening his mouth, tasting me…and then he moved down my neck…licking and biting, savagely, not breaking skin…his fingers were exploring my torso…and he kissed every inch of me there…driving me into a frenzy…then he arrived back to the aching lips between my legs and licked…moaning in pleasure at my taste…and he sucked and held my legs open as I cried in utmost bliss that he was sending me into outer space once again.

"Will you…", he carefully whispered to me later, "Sleep with me, tonight ?"

I smiled at how adorable he looked as if I might say no.

I touched his perfect face, stroking my thumb along his bottom lip as he grinned, sucking my thumb into his mouth.

"I would burn with you.", I shared honestly, then worried that I shouldn't have said that, after what happened with Esme and the other girls. But he seemed to understand my meaning and he didn't look upset.

He took me to our room, where training usually took place, where the bed was for us. We brought Tank with us and his dogs, they were all snoozing together on the floor near the fireplace. I laid down, naked, and he was also…he waited for me to get comfortable and then spooned behind me, wrapping his arms around me, kissing my wounded shoulder.

I was going to ask what he would be doing all night while I actually slept but didn't…I smiled as I closed my eyes and he nuzzled right into my body…it was heaven. His bare feet curled around mine and I felt my head spinning. He was cold to the touch but I didn't feel cold. I felt beautiful…and loved…and complete. I had everything in that moment. I was determined not to lose it. I'd die first.

He just laid there behind me and closed his eyes. It seemed like he was asleep, too, but I knew he wasn't. But still I loved this. We didn't get many chances to sleep together, and that also told me that he wasn't with some other girl, feeding or doing whatever to someone else. I felt a tear escape my eye at the beauty of this. He loves me. Please God let me keep him. Don't take him away. It would destroy me. He's all I have.

"I love you, Bella Swan.", he whispered as I was drifting off, a big smile on my lips.

"I love you, Edward Cullen…", I answered a little groggily, "Master…"

The next day Master began anal training with me.

"This is about pleasure, not pain.", he said, making me feel better, "If it brings you no pleasure then we don't do it."

Who is this guy and what has he done with my Master ?

I nodded, "Yes, Master."

He had used some lubricant and took his time to insert a tiny, thin little plug thing inside of me. It went in easily and didn't hurt much at all.

He gave me a little wicked smirk and asked if I was alright.

I told him yes.

And he said, "How does this feel, 317 ?"

And these little vibrations began to slowly stir inside me.

"Oh my God…", I moaned a little as my toes curled. His fingers stroked against the base of the plug and he smiled as he watched me begin to enjoy it.

"What a weird feeling…", I shivered, not sure what to think.

"Let it work its magic.", he moved his fingers up the backs of my legs as I was trapped there.

In moments, I was moaning hard and writhing a little.

"Oh God…oh God…", I murmured, feeling weak and dizzy as he watched me proudly.

"Guess again.", he teased.

"Master…", I breathed, giving the credit where it was due.

The vibrations slowly drove me to the edge and in minutes I was screaming and moaning.

He put his hand over my mouth and muffled my cries, forbidding me to come.

A couple of days later, he had my legs back in the stirrups, strapped in. He gagged me with a blue ball gag and then began working the thin little plug in and out of my ass while I screamed. He twisted it and pumped it in and out, stretching my tight muscles as I begged for mercy.

"Now I told you, 317.", his voice was stern as he kept working, "No favoritism. You will earn your way as much as every other slave…in fact, more, because you're my special little pet, now, aren't you ? You will have to work even harder to keep me happy. And you will, won't you, my little slut?"

His words were making me crazy too as he laid his cheek against my thigh, moving the thing in and out of me with even more force as I answered, "Yes Master ! OH FUCK !"

"Profanity again.", he looked at me with disappointment, "What have I told you about that ?"

He stopped and returned with a bar of green soap.

"Open that nasty mouth.", he demanded, holding the soap near my lips.

I cringed and opened my mouth and the bar of soap went deeply inside. Not only that, he would make sure I tasted it.

"Tongue out.", his eyes were cold and hard as I had broken his rule.

I stuck my tongue out and he rubbed the bar of soap against it…I gagged a bit but he smiled and said, "Yes let's make that mouth clean. Lick it. Lick it all the way down. Get it wet and soapy. Yes that's a good girl."

The soap was gritty and fucking horrible, like sandpaper but a very ammonia type taste. I groaned and tried to fight it but his fingers held my chin in place.

"Get a good taste.", he moved the soap roughly in and out of my mouth, almost hitting my gag reflex in the back of my throat. I felt suds in my teeth and on my lips as he kept moving it, now across my lips.

I choked and wretched but he just grinned at me with a devious glint in his eyes.

"Now hold it in your mouth.", he pushed it in, "Bite down and hold it there."

I bit down and that was even worse.

"That's right.", he dotted my nose with his finger, "You will remember my rules, little one. I don't like you speaking that way. Next time it'll be spiders in your mouth so watch it in the future. Do I make myself clear ?"

My eyes were wide open now and I nodded, garbling, "YSS MSSTRRR"

"Good.", he stroked my hair, "Now let's get back to our task of loosening this tight little asshole."

He began to work the thing again as I groaned, finding it truly a bit painful.

"Nothing good happens without a little pain, my love.", he said gently as his fingers kept moving and thrusting the object in and out of me.

"I hope you don't bleed.", he pondered aloud as I gave a little roar of pain, "I don't want to see blood that I can't have. And until we figure out why your blood doesn't like me, we just have to ignore it, now, don't we ?"

I felt my legs quaking in their leather restraints as he kept working on me for quite awhile. I knew his words were meant to drive me even further over the edge. He was so great at playing evil Master. I love it, too.

"I love your suffering.", he told me later in this very soft voice, his eyes glazing over as he stared at me, "You're so lovely when you hurt. I could watch you for weeks like this."

I whimpered, wishing this was over.

"I just paid you a compliment, 317.", he looked at me with frustration now.

"Thkkk uuuu Msstttrrr.", I gritted through my soap gag.

"Late.", he scolded, "You're really testing me tonight."

"MMM srrryyyy Mssttrrr.", I apologized with the nicest voice I could muster.

"Better.", he said, removing the anal plug suddenly as I squealed.

"Let's see.", he said, inserting a finger into the little pucker of a hole that was so sore now.

He curled his finger and let it sit in there as I cringed and tried to behave.

"Hmm.", he kept it there, watching me, "Still a bit tight. If I were to stick my cock in there right now…it would really kill you…"

He let me imagine that as I made scared little sounds.

"Should I just go ahead and take this little hole now ?", he asked me, watching my reaction.

"IFFFF itttt plssess uuu Mssttrrr.", I answered, praying he wouldn't.

He smiled this gorgeous smile at me and I felt electricity all over my body at the sight of it.

"Very good, 317.", he approved of my answer.

He withdrew his finger as I screeched and he said, "Not yet. Not until it's safe. But soon."

I relaxed for a moment and then he grinned at me.

"Alright, 317.", he was bringing something back to my ass as I tried to peek down at him.

"This one's a little thicker and bigger.", he began applying warm lube to my asshole, inserting his finger in to lube the inside, "But I know you can handle it. Because you're my best girl, aren't you ?"

I nodded and panted a little, trying to brace myself.

"Relax..", he raised a brow at me, "And take it in."

A firm pressure against the hole stung a bit and then it slid inside and stretched everything in there even more as I gasped and groaned at the same time. It was more uncomfortable than the last one as Master patted the base of it.

"Nice and snug.", he seemed pleased as I tried to deal with the new intrusion inside me.

"You will sleep tonight with this in.", he informed, "You'll get used to it."

I was glad that Master hadn't turned into a sugary sweet boyfriend type overnight…and it did make me hot when he was indifferent or even a bit cruel to me during our training and playtimes. And I ASKED for this, that's what else mystified me. I just HAD to want anal training. I just wanted to be everything and do everything that all his other girls did. I know I'm new but sometimes I feel he's having more fun with the others. He never mentions the others to me but still it's always in my head. I knew I'd have to find a way to get past that. I was trying.

Master found a lot of ways to keep me busy while I was healing. He didn't tie me up or whip me but he kept me sexually satisfied the whole time my cast was on. He would crawl into my room at 3 in the morning and touch me while I slept…and lick me, waking me up in the most wonderful ways. With his hand over my mouth, he would make me come again and again without a word.

Then he would pinch the back of my neck and tell me to go to sleep and I did instantly, a smile on my lips and my clothes half off when I awoke for school the next morning.

One morning, I woke up and found a beautiful ink drawing all over my cast that he did. It was me, I think, dressed as the angel at the Halloween dance. My gown looked glittery somehow in the plaster and I was flying with my dark wings stretched out, my long black hair waving out around me in loose curls.

At the bottom, he wrote, My Dark Angel. – 6

Oh my God. He signed his name as Six. I didn't know whether to be touched by that or saddened by it.

I loved being an assistant in Master's music classes. So many of the girls had such talent for playing their instruments and their voices were so much better than mine. I kept thinking, though, that I was luckier than they were, because I was in the gym class and open to becoming 317 where they would never know that side of him.

A few times I got so jealous as Mister Cullen sat next to a girl on the piano bench or sung a duet with them, giving them instruction on how to hit the correct notes, how to sing it better. They smiled at him and he smiled back and I wanted to scratch the girl's eyes out. I kept it under control, though, not wanting to anger Master with my jealous tantrums. Maybe as I got older, I would be better at dealing with this. Maybe.

A few times Master would activate my butt plug while I was in class and it buzzed away inside me. I tried to hold it together but I knew I would either come right there out loud in front of my very funny History teacher, or I'd take a big dump right in my seat. The latter is what it felt like would happen if I didn't get out of there. Master found this very entertaining and forbid me to run to the bathroom next time he turned the plug on. He told me the test was to deal with it, silently.

My grades were still very good, all A's, except for gym. I got a C there…average. I guess it's better than I ever got in gym class before this school so I lived with it.

I counted the days on my calendar to the one where I'd get the stupid cast off. I couldn't wait to play with Master again, without the injury getting in my way. I kept thinking up new games for us, excited and more creative by the hour with my ideas.

Master had impeccable patience but I got the feeling he couldn't wait to play with me again, either. Once he knew exactly how many days were left before my cast would come off. I loved that.

Charlie never called or wrote again since Thanksgiving and that was fine with me. He was such an ass while he was here that I really didn't want to see him again anyway. But still, it sucked.

I still missed Alice and I wish things didn't have to go the way they did. I found it hard to make new friends and Master took up a lot of my time, as did my little Tank. God I love that little boy. He's the sweetest little dog ever. And he loves me too. He even loves Master now, which is adorable. He doesn't even growl when Master comes into our room now. He just wags his tail and yips happily.

Finally, the day came when I was getting the cast off ! I was so happy all day in school, I'd be seeing the nurse at 5pm to get it cut off. I asked her to cut around the picture so I could keep it. She was so nice and said of course, it would be a sin to ruin such a nice drawing.

When I got home to my room, I showered and put some body lotion on, one that Master really loved, a cherry smelling one, along with a little perfume to go with it. I put a little makeup on and gelled my hair so it would look sharp and wet. I parted it on the side and let it all hang that way over one eye as I put my robe on over my naked body and waited for him. I pretended to be reading, laying on my stomach with my bare feet up behind me, Tank sleeping quietly in his little playpen in the corner.

Waiting for him was the worst anticipation ever as the minutes went by…

Just as I began to relax, he pounced.

He had a hand over my lips and his other hand pinned down my uninjured arm. His knee was on my back, just enough to hold me down as I squealed in surprise.

Would he ever knock on the door ? Oh I guess not. He's a teacher, how could he do that ?

"Is the arm free ?", he asked pleasantly.

"Yes Master.", I smiled, muffled under his hand.

"Let me see.", he touched my bare wrist where I had been hurt. His fingers were gentle.

He carefully moved my hand up and down, testing my wrist. It didn't hurt at all. It was back to normal.

"Nothing hurts?", he asked as he did this.

"No Master.", I answered as he placed his lips upon my wrist, kissing it, placing it slowly back down beside me.

He had told me many times during this 6 weeks that it was all his fault that I was hurt. I told him it wasn't true but I know it still troubled him greatly.

Now he was touching my shoulder, checking it as well. That had healed awhile ago, it was just dislocated, not broken. His lips touched there, also, and were cool and soft, like water. I shivered inside at the wondrous feeling of his kisses, wherever they were.

"I'm glad you're ready to resume your training, 317.", he said with a dark voice, clutching my hair, bringing my face up a bit so he could speak close to my ear.

"But I'm afraid that six weeks without training…", he informed, "Puts you right back at the beginning, slave. And your training must begin all over again."

Oh shit.

"So, all that pain…", he moved my hair away from my face, "All that agony you endured…it must happen all over again, my dear. I truly hope you do better with it this time than you did last time."

I heard myself give a whimper of disappointment and fear at this announcement. He chuckled with a divine musical laugh that frightened me a bit.

"Time to work, slave.", he pulled me up to my knees, "We have much to do."

He put me over his shoulder, as he used to do when he was taking me away to a secret place moving at vampire speed. I held on and braced myself as we seemed to fly far away from the school and every living thing within 5 miles.

This was going to be a very rough weekend…a very rough month….or year…someone pray for me.

I opened my eyes and found myself naked, bent over with my ass up in the air…a metal pipe was under my hips, keeping me there, my tiptoes also straining to stand on a long pipe below me near the floor. But it's not a floor. It's a big square with iron bars crisscrossing…like a big vent. I couldn't see what was down in there but one thing was certain. Heat was coming out of it…thick, intense heat. It was almost hot and now that I was registering things, my toes felt a bit hot on the pipe they were resting on. My hair hung loosely over my face and I could've sworn I could see steam, white and willowy floating up around me. A hint of smoke coming from the grate I was looking at. I had nothing in my mouth at the moment and I coughed as some of the smokey smell crept into my lungs.

My hands were shackled into metal cuffs and secured to lengths of pipe at my sides. I could feel the anal plug inside me, calm and not buzzing right now. I looked around and could only see concrete walls, old and paint peeling from them. It was dark here…not pitch black but still dark. I looked around and could not see him anywhere. I suspect he's watching me, though, while I think I'm alone.

Something was tight and tied around my big toe and pinky toes, holding them to the pipe I struggled to stand on. The heat was getting more intense as time crawled by. My eyes felt heavy as my body began to sweat. I could smell it as I whimpered, shaking my head…dizzy as a new wave of hot rose up from the rafters below me.

After a long time, my hair was starting to sweat, too, almost dripping into my eyes as I jerked myself awake, feeling the fog of weakness engulfing me as I waited for him. Something smelled like meat cooking…and then I realized the smell was ME. At this I began to panic a bit and I started to make some noise, hoping it would produce him.

I didn't want to yell or call him. He hates that.

I just began moaning and whimpering…it wasn't hard to do convincingly. I was so exhausted and almost burning as my head shook again, a jingling sound letting me know something was chained around my neck.

A few minutes later, I heard footsteps approach and I felt my body get a sense of relief. Then I remembered who was coming and I felt a little more afraid.

I blinked and tried to look alert as he came in…one thing I never wanted to do was look bored or tired during a session with Master.

"Oooh, smell that.", he said with a pleasant voice, to himself as he came closer. He grabbed my hair and lifted my face so I could see his a little better now.

He looked fresh and comfortable, clean. Not sweaty or hot at all. I know he can't feel the heat but still I hated him for a half second.

"Your blood is not liking me at all right now.", he grinned, "I think it's only fair I get a little revenge on it, don't you ?"

I tried to say "Yes Master", but it came out weak and croaky.

"Clear your throat.", he waited.

I cleared it with a raspy sound and I coughed in some more smoke.

"Y-yes Master.", I finally was able to speak with a better voice.

"It's a bit warm in here, isn't it ?", he smirked, moving his fingers over my cheek, and I could feel wetness on my face now.

"Yes Master.", I said a bit weakly.

"You're all shiny and wet…", he seemed to admire me this way, tilting his head, "Weak…"

My makeup was surely all fucked up by now.

He put a finger under my right eye and mocked sympathy.

"Aww you're makeup is all runny.", he teased, making a line from my eye to my cheek with his finger, making the eyeliner and mascara move down like a long tear.

"You know I don't like makeup, don't you, 317 ?", he asked sweetly, making a line down under my other eye now.

"No Master.", I answered, not really aware of that until now.

"Yes, you do.", he looked very seriously at me now, his fingers on my lips.

He took his two thumbs and at the corners of my lips he moved the lipstick down, as if making a sad face with my faded lipstick.

"That's better.", he stroked my hair, "Now you look like a sad little clown."

My hips were beginning to feel hot against the pipe I was resting on now…and it was so hard and pressing into my pelvic bones.

"Let me apologize up front.", he began as he let my head drop, "I'm going to be hard on you for awhile. You see, I was content with my life before you arrived. I didn't have a single problem. Then you happened. You may think it was quite a trick getting me to fall in love with you…and it was. But I don't' appreciate you playing with my heart. I do love you and most girls would tell you that you were insane to do this to me. Because now I have a lot of problems. And I intend to pay you back for what you've done to me. And that begins now. A large part of me is so happy that you've brought love into my heart again. That part has been taking care of you for the last six weeks. But there is another part of me…that is so angry with you. That part is the one who is here now, and always will be during our training."

Fuck.

"I've been very good to you while you've healed.", he moved his hand over my wet ass, "And the way I see it, you owe me six weeks of suffering. Now is where I begin to collect."

I felt my body shivering against my will. That would tell him everything his voice and words were doing to my mind. He is a genius at playing this part.

I wanted to say a lot of things but found silence was better for now.

"I'm talking to you, slut.", his voice was hard now.

"Yes Master.", I jerked to life and tried to raise my head a bit.

"Are you falling asleep ?", he grabbed a chain around my neck and lifted my face up so he could see my eyes.

"No Master !", I blinked, sweat getting in my eyes.

"You ARE.", he squinted at me.

"No Master..", I began.

He scoffed, "I'm sorry I'm boring you, 317. I'll be more exciting now."

"No, no, no…", I pleaded, "It's just the sweat went into my eyes…"

"Get up here.", he yanked the chain leash up as I winced, making my chest rise as he wrapped the leash around a pipe above me. He padlocked it there, making me even more distressed in my position. This made my back ache and if I tried to move down it would pull around my neck.

He gave my face a couple of firm slaps, to brighten my eyes a bit as I clenched my eyes and gritted my teeth.

"There, where I can see you.", he said, satisfied as he stepped away, "Too cozy a position I gave you, I guess."

"I'm sorry Master.", I pleaded, unable to see where he was going.

"Not yet.", he responded, "But you will be."

A new surge of heat rose up suddenly and I cried out, feeling it now on my breasts.

"I have something you're going to love.", he said with a deep voice as he strolled in front of me. He had a little jar of something that looked to be thick and white.

"We'll just give you a little taste first.", he grinned, taking some onto his two fingers and making a slow circle around my right nipple, massaging it in well. It felt like a thick oil and it did almost glisten in the dim light as I peeked down at it.

For a moment it was like a balm, comforting. Then it began to turn. Into something else.

"Owww owww OWWWW !", I started to cry out and struggle before it even registered…this shit was burning HOT ! It wasn't burning my skin like fire would but…it was like a flame was licking my skin ! Little hot pricking sensations.

He smiled more and watched me as I jerked and tried to move, not doing much as the pain seemed to deepen a bit, as if it was going into my muscles now.

"AAAAAAAA!", I screeched as it got worse and I was even pulling on the chain around my neck.

"Enjoy it, my love.", he smiled and I felt him applying more to my other breast and nipple, this time more generously than before.

"NOONOOO!', I bucked and tried to struggle as he sensually rubbed it in, making a sshhhhh sound as if I were a crying baby.

"This is a very special mixture.", he informed as I kept screaming, "The heat from the rafters will combine with this and make it very interesting for you."

"OH GOD, please !", I whimpered as he kissed my stomach, then moved his fingers along it with some of the evil oil.

"How about here ?", he smiled up at me as he rubbed some of it into my clit.

"UUGGGHHHHHH !", I howled as it all began to engulf me.

"You're making noise, 317.", he stated, not looking happy about it.

I couldn't stop though. The heat rose up again from the grate and it really did make the oil seem to boil on my body. No real damage was being done but it was intense anyway.

"RRRRRRRRR!', I screamed, unable to even form words for a second.

"It will pass…eventually.", he tried to comfort me…not.

"MASTER !", I found myself ready to beg. And this was only a half hour in.

"Don't 317.", he knew what I was about to plead, "You endure it. You can."

He allowed me to scream and buck for a few minutes. He was looking over his wall of whips and canes, so eager to use them again. Oh FUCK ! If he uses those now, I'll die.

It felt like I was burning alive inside for a couple minutes…but then the intensity of it did start to fade a bit…then cool a little…then slowly come to a halt.

I was panting, my face up in the hold of the chain as a tear fell from my left eye…it was over…thank God. I prayed he didn't put more of that stuff on me.

"Awake now ?", he trailed a finger up my throat to my chin as I tried to recover, catching my breath.

"Yes Master…thank you Master…", I breathed obediently.

"Very good.", he said a bit coldly, licking his tongue around my nipple. It felt a bit stingy as his saliva touched it.

"Come here, slave.", he said a bit impatiently as I peeked down and he was holding something small in his hands I couldn't make out.

"Present those tits to me now.", he snapped with his tone.

I winced and tried to move my breasts down to him, making my neck tighten in the leash.

"Hold still.", he ordered and I felt something around my left nipple, his fingers thankfully icy against my smoldering skin. I almost came at the feeling of his hands on me as something tightened around my nipple.

Oh fuck no. Nipple clamps.

"Nice and tight.", he said softly as it pinched even harder as he twisted it on.

"AAAA", I squealed, unable to look down.

"Perfect.", he stopped right when I cried out.

"And the other…", he said, moving to the other nipple and tightening it until I made another little sound that said it hurt.

He began to flick the clamp on my left nipple with his fingers as I cried out loud. These were my most hated things he loved to use during our training. My nipples were so sensitive.

"Gorgeous.", he gave a tug on the right nipple clamp as I yelled.

"You were doing so well at being quiet before the injury.", he observed quietly, "I knew you'd need to be taught all over again."

"I'm sorry…", I clenched as my nipples throbbed and the heat rose again, the steam everywhere, in my eyes, "I'm sorry Master."

"I don't want to hear you, bitch.", he said calmly, bending down and picking up a rock.

"I can't tell if that's hot.", he put it against my hip, "Is that hot ?"

It was very hot but not burning. I let out a moan and answered, "Yes Master, a little…"

"I'll cool it a little.", he held it in his hand for a second and said, "Open up."

He stood in front of my face and stuck his fingers in my mouth, rubbing them in and out a few times, going into my throat as I gagged slightly. He watched me with a grin, enjoying this.

"Come here.", he pulled my bottom lip down and inserted the rock. It was very warm but manageable now. It was very big, too, and I barely could get it in but then he shoved it a little and it nestled into my mouth, lodged in, my teeth apart.

"Say something.", he smiled at me, stroking a finger along my cheek.

"GHHsslhhh Msstrr", I said.

"Good.", he said, assured that I could not speak clearly now.

"Keep it in there.", he warned, "Don't spit it out or you'll be in a world of trouble."

"YSS MSSTTRR", I answered.

"I used to love the heat.", he said, walking around to the side, "I would just lay outside all day in the summer, glad not to be freezing in the cold."

I saw a little flame over there but couldn't see what it was. Master had a cane and he was letting the tip of it sit inside that little flame.

"I would get sunburn but I didn't care.", he continued.

I shuddered as he started coming over behind me.

"Remember canes, 317 ?" he asked and put the very hot cane to my ass, letting the heat touch my skin as I tried to be silent, failing.

"I want silence.", he warned again, not raising his voice.

"We will keep doing this until I get silence.", he informed, letting the cane strike across my ass cheeks.

I screamed, not able to hold it in as he began to get me reacclimated with his string of canes and whips.

In between instruments, he would pick up some rocks from around the grate under me and place them on my back…and on my ass, telling me not to let them fall off. Then he would whip me some more. The rocks were very hot as they laid on me but they soon cooled and the sting of the whip was more than enough to make me forget the heat and the stones.

I could see my own sweat flying into the air as he whipped my breasts, trying to hit the nipples where the clamps were. He always hit his mark and soon the flogger was lashing out at both nipple clamps, making them pull and tighten as I squealed out in anguish.

I cried many many times but that never softened Master to stop. He would pause when he was ready to pause. He often moved his cold hands over my body and that was glorious. The heat was still coming and it was making me a wet mess as he tormented me.

When he finally began using the single tail on me I was howling, begging, unable to form words with the rock in my mouth.

I remembered what he said about silence and I worked on trying to be quiet as he worked on me. I didn't do very well. I guess I was out of practice.

"Very disappointing, 317.", he said as he finished whipping my pussy and I was sobbing.

He left me there until I quieted and I coughed a little more, the smoke mixing with the steam. I was going crazy in this fucking heat, it had to be close to 90 degrees or more…I felt like I was being cooked slowly over an open flame.

He slowly came back with a candle in his hand and smiled at me. The flicker made his face seem even more sinister as he spoke to me.

"How about a little more heat, hmm ?", he asked, twisting the left nipple clamp a bit as I almost screamed…but held it in….my muffled breathing the only sound in the stale air.

"Present those nipples to me.", he demanded, giving me another chance to obey what he wanted.

I whimpered and stuck my breasts out as much as I could, forgoing air and the looseness of the chain around my neck. Now it pinched and clung snugly.

"All the way out…that's a good girl.", he cooed, and heavy drops of wax began to plop onto my breast, right above the nipple clamp.

I cried a little, not letting myself scream. My fists clenched and I suffered as quietly as I could, sobbing as each drop was like molten lava on my already hot flesh.

"Shhhhhh", he comforted, not stopping the wax torture, now bringing it to the other breast.

I wanted to cry "Please" or "Please stop" but I knew what that would do to him….and me.

I let the tears flow but I tried to silence myself…my back throbbing, my toes so hot and weakening.

"Shhhhhh", he moved a hand over my stomach as he walked behind me and began to drip wax on my ass. Then my back. It cooled very fast once it had dropped…but that moment when it dropped was horrible.

I felt drops of wax on my asshole and I really had to hold in that howl. Soon I was just silently crying with hardly a sound. I was hoping he'd be pleased with that.

He put the candle down finally and began to move his sharp fingernails with both hands over my ass, giving it the occasional hard smack. I breathed deeply but did not make any noise.

This went on for a time and when he could not get a sound out of me, he clutched my ass cheeks and began to place soft, wet, cold kisses there, laying his face there for a moment. He licked and tasted my salty, sweaty flesh and seemed to enjoy that.

I felt a belt being quickly strapped around my waist and then I heard him unbuckling his pants. His hands took hold of the belt and pulled me back as he penetrated me with one long thrust.

Both of us moaned aloud at this and he began to ride me like I was his mute animal. I slightly bit down on the smooth rock in my mouth as he pounded into me over and over again. We were both groaning and grunting like dogs as he took his sweet time fucking me. It almost became a little violent as he went longer, not wanting it to end. He could last more than human men and I knew that. But my body was so hot and so sore, my neck gripped tightly with each stroke.

I couldn't help but moan and whimper as he had his way with me. Finally, he slowed then stopped. He was breathing a bit harder, and his head rested on my spine, his cool breath on my ass.

Then his hand pinched the back of my neck as he said, "Go to sleep."

When my eyes opened, I was in the dark. But it was a different kind of dark. I could feel my wrists encircled in a pipe…wood underneath…I could not pull my hands out of them. I was face down, on my knees, a wooden surface…and pipes also encircling my ankles, holding them apart. My head was heavy…and I still felt very sweaty and wet, but not hot anymore, the source of heat from below was gone and now I just felt a little cold. I could feel my breasts hanging down against the table or surface I was laying on…now that I was focusing more I could see a little light from down below near where my mouth was.

My hands were able to open and touch something large and metal that surrounded my head…and I slowly realized that I had a big square metal box around my head. I could feel a little padlock around near my neck…it seemed there was a round open hole the size of a silver dollar over my mouth, so I was able to breathe. It was a heavy box and I could feel all my hair was inside of it, too, bunched up at the bottom.

Claustrophobia…fuck.

We were working on this but I didn't love it, either. I tried to stay calm but the longer I was there, alone, with this thing over my head, the more I didn't like it. I realized, too, that it was chained down on the surface of the thing or table I was on. I couldn't lift it much. I felt like the air was being used up inside it…even though I did have an air hole.

I tried to remain quiet but my knees were sore and my back began to hurt again…and I hated this thing being over my head. Soon, I was breathing heavier and hearing myself give little pathetic sounds of displeasure.

Without a sound, I felt something suddenly sharp moving down my spine…slowly…seductively….it had to be him. Is that a knife ? No…I don't think so…a claw or something ? The fucking of the mind…is definitely his specialty. The sharp thing didn't cut me but definitely had my attention as it moved over my spine and along my ass, making little round turns as I tried to hold it together. It moved down the backs of my legs and along my ankles…then on the backs of my feet. I struggled against that a little as it also tickled me. All I could see was a little bit of the wood under me through that hole.

Then the sharp thing began to play with my nipples, that were now free of the clamps. I mewed and tried to hold still as they painfully crawled along the edge…then played a bit around my breasts…then I felt it on my clit.

It lightly flicked against it…and I felt a finger moving in sensual circles around it. I moaned softly and held still, hoping the fingers would do more there. But they soon stopped and went away.

A few minutes went by and then I felt a very rough brush, wet with cold water, rubbing up and down against my back. I tensed and shouted, feeling it pushing back and forth against my ass, but felt no hands on me…almost like he was using a brush on me with a long handle attached to it. I could smell soap as it kept violently moving over my body without care. It scrubbed between my ass cheeks and then turned, assaulting my vagina next. I growled a bit during this, the brush was stiff and hard and it scratched my skin as it cleaned me.

I felt it under my breasts and on my stomach, then down around my legs and finally my feet which I resisted against as much as possible.

Then I heard a hose and cold water was being sprayed with a medium sized pressure that stung a bit, and I felt soap running down my body, the water even hitting the metal box around my head a couple times as I squeaked out in protest. My body was shaking like a leaf when the water finally turned off and I began to drip dry, being left alone again.

Who knows how long later…I felt his hands and heard an electric screwdriver. My shackles were being removed from my ankles…then my wrists. I didn't fight though to get free. I waited there, knowing my head box was still secured to the table.

"Good girl.", his voice was there now, sounding very proud of me.

With ease, he lifted my body and gently rolled me over until I was on my back now, the box turning with my head as I went.

"Stay.", he simply said and I began to feel his hands take my wrist and put it down at my side, the pipe going over it and the electric screwdriver securing it into the table. He did the same with the other wrist…and then I felt my left leg being lifted high up over my head….and then metal came together around my ankle…and the screwdriver trilled again, locking it in place. Then the other ankle, also up over my head, locked in tight.

Then I felt a wooden piece being placed under my ass, shoved up until my ass was pointed right up at the sky. More screwdriving sounds…held that piece in place.

He then placed a metal piece over my neck and I heard the screwdriver again. My neck was secured down to the table now. All I could see now was a little piece of ceiling up high…through the little hole near my lips.

A little time went by and I didn't see or hear him.

Finally, I heard him coming and tensed a bit…then made myself relax. He came right to the box my head was in and peeked into the hole near my mouth. His eyes were black and gorgeous, as usual.

"How's it going in there, 317 ?", he asked with amusement.

I gave a little whimper, tightening my fists and curling my toes as I tried to think of a good answer.

He must not have liked that because his hands covered the hole and I was in complete blackness.

I started to make louder sounds, even saying, "No, please don't, Master !"

"Why am I hearing all that noise ?", he asked, taking his hands away from the hole, looking in, "Why are you making all that noise, slut?"

"Silence.", he warned, taking his hands away from the hole.

He knocked on the sides of the box suddenly, loudly as I screamed and tensed.

"See ?", he asked, "Do you like that ?"

I shook my head and breathed, "No Master."

"Right.", he agreed, "So you will be nice and quiet now, won't you, pet ?"

"Yes Master.", I complied.

"Good.", he sounded as if he were smiling. I could see one of his eyes and now it was red. But then it was gone.

His hands moved down my neck and found my breasts…his fingers clutched and pushed them together, exploring them, kneading them as I moaned softly as I could. I loved it when he touches me this way.

"Mmm such perfect breasts…", he said, admiring them as he fondled them, "And they're all mine."

"Yes Master."

"You look very beautiful this way.", he shared, "Even though I'm deprived of your sweet face, all I can see now is your body…and it's getting so firm and strong…you still have a way to go but…you're getting stronger. And I'm so pleased about that. Because that means we can do more together. You like that, don't you, 317 ?"

"Yes Master.", I agreed, meaning it.

"You don't like it in there, do you ?", he asked me, knowing me too well.

I hesitated.

"The truth.", he urged, pinching my nipples with his fingers.

"No, Master.", I responded softly.

"Good.", he answered back, "You will remain in there until I want you out. And you'll learn to deal with it because it makes me happy, won't you, pet ?"

"Yes Master.", I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

Then I felt one of his hands reach down and he pinched my clit, pulling it upwards towards my head, holding it there as I cringed and gasped…groaning a bit.

I saw the hole being closed up again and his voice was out there, saying, "Quiet in there or I'll close the hole."

I quieted and the hole was open again. I breathed deeper, being good.

"I've got something for your mouth to work on.", he said, and I felt something coming into the hole, touching my lips. It was slick and rubbery.

"Open your mouth.", he said into the box with a kinder voice, "Lick it…get it nice and wet like a good little slut."

It was a dildo and I licked and sucked it, getting it very wet as he pushed it into my mouth.

All I could say was "MMMmmmm" as it kept being pushed in gently.

I was sucking it and felt it going up and down out of the hole.

"Take some more…", he said with a stern voice, "Come on…"

I whimpered and struggled a little but he kept pushing it into the back of my throat.

"Stop it and take it all in.", he commanded, "That fucking box will stay on your head for a month."

I whined a little and opened my throat muscles like Master had once taught me.

Finally it was all the way in my throat and Master stopped pushing it.

"Good.", he said, coldly, "Hold it."

He moved away from the box and I could hear him moving around out there.

Without a word, I felt a cane on the back of my right leg, resting there. I immediately started to struggle and yell with the cock in my mouth as it struck against the back of my upper thigh.

I screamed out loud, the cock not stifling my volume at all. I knew I'd be in deep shit for that.

He didn't' say anything but kept tapping the cane against the back of my other leg now… a few light taps then WHACK….the big crack against my skin.

"UUGGGGHHHH", I screamed without caring about the consequences. This was too painful to be quiet for. If he wants silence, he should stop hurting me.

He kept caning me all along the backs of my legs and I struggled, not doing much to stop him as I bellowed and bit down on the cock in my mouth, wishing it were his and I could hurt him this way.

He had no mercy on me and he kept moving to new spots, tapping then swinging full on.

His fingers took hold of the cock in my mouth and he said, "Give it."

I let go and he took it…then I felt a couple more strikes with the cane as I growled and began to get pissed off, my voice getting more aggressive in my screams. He still didn't say anything.

I felt the dildo on my pussy lips and he was pushing it in, saying, "Open."

He shoved it all the way in and it filled me up tight and he was moving it in and out of me as I moaned and struggled with my legs.

Aggressively, he moved it inside me and my voice bounced as it rocked in and out within. And just as I was beginning to enjoy it, he struck hard again with the cane right under my knee this time.

"RRRRRRRRR!", I roared out hard, my legs and arms now fighting harder.

He kept striking me and I began screaming full on now, as if I were being murdered.

I yelled so hard that the dildo popped right out of my pussy.

"OH FUCK", I heard myself shout, both in pain and in fear of losing the dildo.

Master stopped in his tracks and grabbed something on the side of the box around my head, lifting my head up a bit.

"What was that word you DARED to speak?", he asked in a very lethal voice.

I just cried and struggled, knowing I was fucked now.

He didn't say anything now, he just started striking the cane over and over now all up and down the backs of my legs as I writhed and screamed at the top of my lungs, trying to break free, knowing I couldn't.

"You ", he struck the cane, "Are a foul mouthed…(he struck again)…little slut…and if it takes me a hundred years….(he hit harder now)…I will erase that language from your mouth."

I kept screaming and yelling, "NOOO !"

The dildo was shoved back into me and again it flew out as I raged.

He put it back and calmly stated, "Every time that comes out you get ten more strikes."

"And your favorite spot…", he placed the cane on the bottom of my left foot.

"NO please Masterrrrr", I screamed as it struck hard right in the arch of my foot….I curled my foot and did blood curdling shouts as he continued there, striking again.

Then he reached up and did something that made the hole close in the box.

"No Master, please !", I begged.

"I told you about language.", he said without mercy, "You don't deserve air."

"I guess we'll be here for the rest of the day.", he assumed as he kept striking my feet over and over again while I cried and shouted.

"Please Master no more…please…I'm so sorry…", I pleaded soon after that.

"Please, what ?", he asked, "Don't hit you anymore ?"

"Yes Master.", I said meekly, the tears in both my eyes.

"I can't do that.", he stated with no emotion, "How else are you going to learn, slave?"

Another strike, this time on my other foot right below the toes.

"I ask you nicely…", he struck again as I sobbed, "And what happened ? You continue to curse like a fucking sailor anytime you feel a little pain."

Another lash.

"Do you think pain releases you from my rules ?", he asked, now striking me in the back of the leg right below my ass cheek as I roared.

"No Master.", I wept loudly.

"You think because you cry like a little girl that I'm supposed to stop and forget what you did ? Want me to paint your toenails instead ?"

Another hard lash a little above the last one.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry…", I groveled.

"Not good enough.", he argued, "You need to remember…and never forget."

Another crack with the cane on the other leg now.

"Since this keeps coming out…", he withdrew the dildo from my pussy and then I felt it coming through the hole in the box, "You can have it now."

I tried to resist taking that in my mouth but he shoved it in.

"Take it.", he said in frustration, "All of it…down…keep it in there. Maybe you won't curse now."

I felt the flogger now, a more thudding sensation than the cane…it was hitting me hard…he seemed pissed off, I could tell by the blows.

My ass and pussy were taking most of the hits from this one and I roared and screeched in vain.

"You little slut you're enjoying this.", he placed a finger between my legs, "Look at all that cream."

"MMMMM", I protested through the cock in my mouth.

"Good.", he smiled in his voice, "Then I'll continue…"

It was several lashes later when the bitch in me finally broke out.

I had just screamed and he said, "I want silence !"

I spit out the dildo hard and raged, my voice deep and unrecognizable, "THEN GO TO THE FUCKING LIBRARY, YOU FUCK!"

Oh shit. I'm dead. Goodbye everyone.

But Master seemed to breathe out in a very aroused way. It even sounded like he was smiling as he took a moment then said, "There's my bitch."

He struck hard now, harder…saying, "Good to see you again, bitch. Where've you been ?"

He hit again and again, with more force as I raged and roared, losing the sane part of myself as I jerked my head up and down, making the box move with me, clanging against the chains that held it.

"Do I really have to bring 317 to the brink of death before you show up ?", he asked calmly, almost pleasantly, striking again so he wouldn't lose this side of me.

"If you HIT ME AGAIN ", my voice said all on its own, "I'll bite your DICK OFF !"

"Oooh.", he laughed a little, "Whatever shall I do ?"

And he struck again, twice…so hard.

My whole body struggled harder than I'd ever strained before…I almost thought we COULD break the metal shackles.

He watched and waited silently, amused.

"Gee, I hope you don't break out of there.", he mocked fear, "You would get me."

"Now that I have your attention, bitch, listen to me.", he struck my foot again and I roared.

"You are to stay here even after 317 calms down.", he demanded, "I want you both, all the time. Understand ?"

He had the cane again now and I felt it on my ass, resting there…then WHACK…it felt like my ass split open.

"RRRRRRRRR", I heard an animal roar rip out of me.

"You don't want to be locked away inside 317", he urged my dark side, "Only to come out once in awhile when she's in a lot of pain, do you ?"

Again, he caned my other ass cheek and it sounded like the devil was trying to get out of me.

"Stay, bitch.", he coaxed again, "I know you can. You're strong enough."

"I know we would get along famously.", he said, "So you find a way to remain even after Miss Swan returns."

Another very hard strike went right across my legs this time.

A few minutes later, I was panting and heaving and I felt something soft touch my clit. It began buzzing deliciously between my legs. Oh God yes…the vibrator wand.

I wept at the relief I felt as the feeling crept into my vagina…I also felt him playing with the anal plug in my ass, moving it in and out, twisting and gliding it.

I was so deliriously dazzled by all the things I was feeling all the pain seemed to melt away, as if it was all healed. My body tensed and arched and all I wanted to do was come and scream and cry.

"There's my girl…", he said warmly as I moaned and wept, my voice echoing a bit in my box.

"Come for your Master.", he coaxed sweetly, "Come on."

I roared and growled like a wild woman as I came and I could hardly be held down in my restraints as I seized and bucked and cried out.

After several earth shattering orgasms, Master licked and kissed my feet and all the places on the backs of my legs and ass that were struck by the flogger and cane.

"I'm fucking you so hard right now.", he announced and impaled himself inside me and we both roared like lions, slamming against each other harder each thrust. I guess pain does turn me on after all.

"Oh, fuck yes…", his body slapped hard against mine as he clutched my legs.

He closed the hole in my box, shutting me in there but I didn't care I kept howling and orgasming without care.

"FUCK!", he screamed later as he came, staying inside me as his body jerked and held tight against me.

I felt that little burn but it was over soon afterwards.

I saw light as the hole opened in my box suddenly and his voice was right above the hole.

"I LOVE fucking you, 317.", he said with a ragged voice, sounding as if he meant that with everything he had.

"I love fucking you too…", I answered, then remembered my language.

"Sorry Master.", I hoped he wouldn't get mad at me again.

"I'll let it slide this one time.", he laid his head over the hole in the box, his arms around his head as he blocked it again.

A moment later, he moved again, kissing my pussy as he moved away from me.

"Take a nap, 317. Get your rest. When you wake, you receive your punishment for your language.", he said, switching the lights off, a metal door sliding closed and locking from the other side.

Something must have happened between then and now. Because I was in the dark, with my feet up, my head in a box.

Now, as I opened my eyes, I can't see a thing but I'm laying on something flat, my breasts are against it, face down…and my hair is hanging all around my face. Trying out my feet and hands, they are tightly pinned down and my head is down…but there's wood around my neck and I can't see my own body.

It's like…my head is in…the floor ? In a hole ? upside down ? Oh my God that's it. I start to realize that I can't get my head out.

Starting to panic, I try to scream but something is in my mouth. It feels like a hard ball strapped in tight.

"MMMMMM!", I start struggling, not liking this at all. I keep yelling and calling through my gag and hope I'm disturbing him a lot. I'm not going to keep being good and polite if I'm going to end up getting screwed anyway. I found myself feeling really brave suddenly…but I knew it wouldn't last long…once he shows up.

I started to raise my voice more, my body trying to put up a fight.

Almost immediately, I heard him coming…close to where my body was…above my head ?

"Finally, you're awake.", he sounded irate already. I felt his foot on my ass, he was stepping on it…his feet were bare but still strong.

"Have you figured out where your body is yet ?", he sounded happy with himself.

"RRRRRRR", I growled, straining to break free as he laughed quietly to himself.

"Ready to come out and please your Master ?", he asked.

"MMMMMMM!", I made myself sound mad.

"Is the bitch back again ?", he wondered out loud, "I hope so. She never stays for long."

I could feel the wood around my neck begin to loosen….and then I saw light coming in…he was removing the floorboards that encased my neck and now I was able to lift my head up out of the hole in the floor.

Silently, he grabbed my hair, lifted my head, and put the floorboards back into place…and now the floor was flat under my face.

His foot held my face down to the ground as I breathed a bit deeper, glad to be out of there.

"Have a nice nap, princess ?", he asked as if he were a Dad from a 70's sitcom.

"Mmmm", I simply answered, hiding my anger for the moment.

"You have some bills to pay, bitch.", he said, and I could hear him unlocking my ankles. Then he came around and on one knee unlocked my wrists.

For some reason, I started to fight. And he looked surprised but amused as I rolled onto my back and put my arms up, and that's as far as I got.

He grabbed my two arms with his one hand and it was like being held by a cement statue.

"Don't fight with me, 317.", he smirked, "You just got your arm out of a cast. We don't want to go back to that, do we ?"

I shook my head and stopped.

"Lay down now.", his face was very stern but controlled, not rageful.

I put my arms down and laid there, not moving. He put a chain around my neck and padlocked it.

"Come.", he spoke to me like I was a puppy and he made kissing sounds as he walked, taking my chain with him. I crawled after him, on the rough wooden floor, down a hallway…it was so dark…my neck pinched as he pulled it harder, making me quicken my pace.

There was a wooden post in the center of the room with a long wooden thing shaped like a big penis coming out of the side of it.

Without any explanations, he brought me over to it, putting me nose to nose with it. He unbuckled and removed the ball gag in my mouth.

"Open.", he said as if it were obvious.

I opened my mouth and he pulled the leash so I was taking the penis into my mouth. It was thick and went in deep and Master began to hook my leash to the post. Then there was a belt and he put it around my head, connecting it to the post, buckling it tightly to secure my face right into the post, the penis almost choking me now. He took another belt and buckled it around my neck, and around the post, so there was no way I could even pull back an inch from it. I was already gagging a bit as he took my hands and put them in front of me, around the post, locking them into cuffs.

"Put your knees up here.", he pushed with his feet until my knees were around the post at the bottom, and he secured them to the post with another belt. Then he cuffed my ankles together behind me.

Another belt went around my waist and held me even tighter to the post.

"That's so pretty.", he commented as I gagged again. The penis thing was hard and wooden.

"Think about your filthy mouth and how you're going to correct it.", he advised, "I'll be back in a little while and I want to hear your ideas. Until then, you suck on that cock. When you deserve mine, you'll get it. Not before."

He turned off the lights again and I screamed for a second. I tried to move my mouth off the thing but it was no use. It kept gagging me and I choked a little. I waited and waited for him to come back…I tried to think up ideas of how to stop myself from cursing. He'd want to hear something.

Finally, the light went on and he was approaching, no shirt on, his black jeans…no shoes. He was beautiful. As always.

"Stop that fucking gagging sound.", he ordered and I tried to stop it.

"Have you thought about things 317 ?", he asked, looking at my face.

I nodded.

"Pleasure to hear it.", he seemed unimpressed, and he unbuckled the belts around my head and neck.

I was able to pull away from the hard penis thing and he allowed me to do it. I coughed and breathed up the air as he waited.

"It better be good.", he raised a brow, crossing his arms, waiting.

I was able to put my face next to the penis thing, my body still bound to the post.

"I swear I'll never curse again.", I offered, "If I do, you can punish me."

He looked at me in disbelief.

"That's the big idea ?", he asked sarcastically, "I have a full time job, actually TWO, in this school. I don't have time to stop and punish you whenever you use that nasty mouth. The idea here is to PREVENT the behavior. That's where you come in. What will it take to cure you or scare you into listening to me ? Electric shocks? Water boarding ? Because those are my top two ideas. If you don't want them, you'd better come up with something better and fast."

Oh my God.

"You don't have to do those things…", I felt panicked again, "I won't ever swear again!"

"I'm getting bored, Swan.", he gave me that look.

"I won't-", I began but he frowned and the ball gag was being put back into my mouth again.

"No ideas.", he buckled it tight as I tried to speak.

"Well, lucky for us I have loads of great ideas.", he said and he began to undo all my belts and shackles. He could do this very fast and sometimes, like now, it happened in seconds before I could even see what he was doing.

Suddenly I found myself with my hands chained behind me, to the post. My feet were chained together and he had me by the hair, bent over. He slowly guided my pussy to the wooden penis sticking out of the post side.

"I'm glad you made it nice and wet.", he smirked, "It's good news for you, 317."

The thing was slowly entering my pussy and he eased me back until I screamed and it was nestled snugly in my vagina. I struggled and muffled my pleas as he put a belt around my hips, securing them to the post behind me.

"Don't fight, love, you'll be here for a little while.", he informed. He took the leash around my neck and stood in front of me.

"Fuck it, 317.", he demanded and I almost glared at him.

"Come on…", he pulled my leash, "Let's go…"

I made myself move against it. It was hard and a bit painful.

"You can do better than that.", he yanked up on my leash, tightening it around my neck.

I went faster, and a bit harder…he smiled at me then.

"That's it…make it happy.", he urged, "Faster."

He grabbed the belt around my waist and pulled it, moving me back and forth on it as I screamed a little.

"Yea that's a good little slut…", he was banging my ass against the post as he increased my speed even more while I shouted out in pain.

A few minutes later, he stopped and put the leash around behind the back of my neck…and secured it to the post behind me.

"Stay right there.", he dotted my nose and walked away, going into the hallway and going to the left.

The thing was still deep inside me and I moaned a bit, not wanting it in there anymore. But my hands were helplessly behind me and up a bit, forcing my head down a little.

A minute later, he was back and he wordlessly took hold of the belt around my waist, easing me forward and off the wooden penis. I gave out a little cry as it came out at last. He did something and then the penis disconnected from the post. He put it down somewhere and put his hand on the top of my head.

"Kneel.", he said and it was hard for me with my ankles chained together but I eventually fell down on my knees as he pushed me. Now my hands were really up and behind me, at an almost awkward height.

He removed the ball gag again and tossed it aside. Then slowly he was unbuttoning his pants, staring at me in that way.

"Are you ready to please your Master?", he asked me.

"Yes Master.", I answered.

"No hands.", he grinned at me, taking my hair in his hands on both sides of my head.

Before I could say anything else, he put his penis into my mouth and I sucked it hard and tried to make it wet as I could…and he kept shoving his cock into the back of my throat, making me gag and cough.

"Hold it.", he said as he put his cock into my throat and blocked my air supply, giving my cheek a couple of light slaps, "Hold it…such a good little girl…"

Then he pulled back and allowed me to breathe again. Then he roughly moved my head back and forth around his cock as I gargled and gagged with each thrust. This went on for a long time and finally he seemed as if he had enough.

He released me and took his cock out of my mouth completely and I panted for air, still chained to the post.

"Aww…", he tipped my chin up, moving his fingers over my wet, foamy mouth, "Poor baby…Master is a little rough sometimes…I'm sorry. Wait…no I'm not."

"Come on…", he moved back a bit and teased me with his cock, "Come get it…stretch…reach for it."

I pushed myself forward and did reach my body out to get it again…and I did get the head…sucking it and licking it as he let me. I moaned and hurt myself to get to him and finally he came closer…and let me continue.

END OF CHAPTER 33