Chapter 20 – Games
Bella's POV:
I love this little dog of Miss Nickles'. He is just the sweetest, cutest little guy I've ever met. And so tiny. I started to call him Tank.
Mr. Cullen didn't like that name. Surprise, surprise.
"Well what should I name him ?", I teased, "Demon or Bloodfang ?"
He gave me that snide look when I dared to tease him. I found that at times I could totally wisecrack him and wasn't afraid to do it anymore. I liked that.
"How about Shrimp ?", he asked as he gave Rage some very affectionate belly scratches.
Tank seemed to want to play with Rage and Fury but Mr. Cullen would have none of that.
"Keep that thing away from my real dogs, please.", he scolded me, "They'll think he's something to eat."
"They better NOT eat him !", I warned, really meaning it.
"He wouldn't even make a decent appetizer.", Mr. Cullen shot back.
"You're just jealous because I love him so much.", I joked, kissing my little baby as he licked my mouth with insane speed.
He didn't say anything but just laughed to himself as he watched us.
"He's definitely made for you, small and helpless.", he observed, "Disinfect your mouth before we train again."
"I hate leaving him here every night.", I sighed, "He wants to be with me."
"Well, he's not yours so put him back.", he reminded me again.
"I know.", I kissed his little head and put him in his little bed I made for him in the cage, making sure he had his toys, "It just sucks. When is she coming back for him ?"
"I have no idea.", he replied, without any concern.
"Goodnight Tank.", I kissed him from outside his cage as he cried, trying to lick me, "You're the biggest, toughest dog here. Don't you listen to him."
"Tank.", Mr. Cullen scoffed.
Bella's POV:
My hands shivered as I got to the edge of the river, finding wet mud there. I looked around, above me, seeing nothing. Trees…gray skies…clouds coming in to darken the forest around me….just as he was surely closing in on me although I couldn't see him. I got a handful of the water and drank it, my body sweaty and rank, my throat dry as dust.
I rubbed the mud over my cheeks and nose, hoping this might hide me. Camouflage. It probably wouldn't work but it couldn't hurt. I ran into the river water, my feet getting wet and cold immediately as I tried to hide my tracks, my scent…slogging through the river that came up to my knees at its deepest level. I hurried, knowing I didn't have a lot of time. I got across the water and then ran as fast as I could with wet sneakers, the fall leaves rustling, making more fucking noise. I'd never make it.
I had no clue where I was headed…north or south, I didn't care. I moved up slants of rocks and hills, looking for somewhere I could hide out, if only to catch my breath. I was so tired. My stomach growled in complaint but I had no time to think of food now. I had to save my ass first.
It was when I was looking into a hollow log, wondering if I could fit into it that I heard it.
A slow, eerie whistle…from overhead but not sure which direction it came from. A very slow melody was being whistled by someone…by him. He was here. I had to get out of here now.
I started to break into a sprint, running with all my might…not caring if branches lashed at my face as I tried to duck them, everything looked the same…everything looked like no matter how fast I ran I came back to the same forest over and over again.
I was coming to a downhill slope and without looking I dived for it, hoping it would deliver me somewhere he couldn't see me…my eyes clenched and I just jumped.
But then I felt something hard and strong coil around me, encircling my chest and arms, closing gracefully as if it were a snake tightening its hold over me.
"NOO!", I howled, raging and thrashing as it captured me. My legs kicked uselessly and my head jerked backwards, my arms unable to move, my hips tried to roll out of the trap I was surely now caught in.
"NOOOO!", I repeated, hating it that I was making no impact whatsoever to free myself.
A hand slapped over my mouth as he pinned me to the hard leaf filled ground, but my screams kept trying to thunder out of me.
"You're done, bitch.", his voice announced, sounding amused but stern.
"RRRRRR!", I felt tears in my eyes and I kept raging, trying to break loose as he laid on top of me, forcing my face into the dead leaves, his other hand gripping my hair at the back of my head.
"Go on, fight.", he sneered, "Waste your energy."
I kept struggling in vain and he let me do it, waiting, his weight pinning me down like it was a piano on my back.
Finally, I couldn't move anymore…his hand held my now silent mouth so tight I could hardly breathe.
"You finished now ?", he asked, not moving off me yet.
I just panted and growled, knowing I was fucked.
"I thought you were smarter than this.", he said quietly, "You can't run faster than the girls in gym class, what ON EARTH makes you think you can outrun ME?"
He released me but I didn't bother to try and run again. He had me. It was dumb to try and run in the first place, he was right about that.
He let me rise and stand there before him and he looked me over in slight disgust. My clothes were filthy and sweaty, wet…I looked back at him then down, hating the stare in his eyes. He looked upon me like I was a cockroach.
For a moment there was silence except for a noisy bird above us.
He slowly walked up to me, betrayal in his eyes now.
I did not expect what came next.
He let his arm fly and he backhanded me across the face, sending me flying backwards, landing like a rag doll on the grass.
I felt dizzy and everything went half black for an instant…the pain dull and throbbing as I laid there, stunned, staring up at towering trees looking down at me.
"You.", he scowled, standing over me, "Are MINE. You accepted my collar. There is NO running the fuck away from ME!"
I half rolled and touched my cheek. And looked at my hand…no blood. Okay.
His hands roughly rolled me face down again and he grabbed one of my arms, taking it behind me. I screamed again and struggled, knowing he was about to tie me up. I growled as he yanked my head up by my hair and I felt his teeth right against my neck.
"Fight me, bitch.", he warned, his teeth very firm upon my skin as his cold breath tickled my skin there, "Make another move. I'll rip your throat out right now."
He waited as I trembled and quieted…then I let my arms go limp, giving no fight.
"I thought so.", he shoved me down hard and I could feel hard rope being wrapped around my wrist.
"Unbelievable.", he scoffed as he bound my wrists together, "Did you really forget who you're dealing with here, 317 ?"
I just stared at the leaves in my face, knowing I was as good as dead.
"I asked you a QUESTION, you dumb bitch.", he had me by the throat now, his one hand enough to squeeze it tight.
"Yes Master.", I answered, "I mean NO Master !"
"Then what the fuck are you doing ?", he asked, and I could feel ropes going around my elbows now, very tightly, with violent tugs as he made the knots. He is pissed. And I'm in so much shit.
"Huh ?", he rolled me over and tapped my cheek three times with his hand, "You know there's no way to escape me. You're my little fuck toy forever. You don't know that ?"
"Yes Master.", I panted, afraid of what was coming next.
"Yea, now you'll say anything.", he looked down at me, disappointedly, "It's not going to save you though."
He yanked me up to my feet and pushed me against a large tree.
Nose to nose with me, he took my cheeks in his one hand, crushing them together until my mouth was a big circle, gaping open.
"And why are you wearing clothes ?", he asked softly, in a deadly tone.
"Did I say you could have clothes ?", his other hand started to unbutton my flannel shirt, slowly.
"No Master.", I felt the tears coming back to my eyes again, looking around us….there was no one around here for miles. I had no way out.
He gave a hard tug on the opened side of my shirt and I heard it rip violently, my dirty bra now exposed on one side.
"No Master.", he repeated coldly, "Then WHY are you wearing them ?"
"I don't—"
"Are you going somewhere, whore ?", he gave the other side of my shirt another rough tug and it tore off my body as I yelped.
"No Master.", my voice was jaggedy and weak, a single tear falling down my brown cheek.
"That's right no.", he gave me a very sinister smile, "But you WERE going somewhere, weren't you ?"
"No—"
"Who is he ?", he asked.
"Who Master ?", I looked confused.
"The dead man who you were running to.", he stated, staring right into my eyes with those gorgeous evil fucking eyes of his. As if another man could make me leave him.
"There is no man.", I told him.
"You're a lying bitch.", he grinned at me, giving me a nod, his finger toying with the front clasp of my bra, "Tell me now and I'll do it quickly and he won't even know I'm there."
"Master, I –"
"TELL ME!", he roared and every bird and squirrel within 5 miles flew away or took off.
"I swear to God, there's no man .", I repeated.
"Swear to God.", he frowned at me, "What the fuck does that mean to me ?"
"There is no man.", I said a little too defiantly.
"What about me ?", he began to undo my jeans, "Am I a man ? Or am I some kind of monster to you now ?"
I began to answer but he cut me off again.
"You don't treat me like a MAN.", he argued, pulling my jeans down without care, "You run away from me like I'm some FUCKING VILLAIN that has to come chase you down like a fucking DOG !"
"Please stop !", I cried out and tried to get away from him but he grabbed my hair again.
"Oh no, little bitch, I'm not stopping.", he informed, "This day is just beginning for YOU, believe ME."
"Step out.", he looked down at my jeans as I kicked the boots off and strained to step out of the muddy jeans. He finally helped me and tugged them off me. He bent down and yanked my socks off too.
"Fully dressed.", he commented, "Yea you were surely going SOMEWHERE."
With an angry yank, he tore the blue panties off me in one flick of his fingers.
Then the bra was ripped off next.
"This is the way you are to be at all times.", he reminded, yanking my head, "Remember ?"
"Yes Master.", I shivered.
He grabbed my windpipe hard and sneered into my ear, "If I ever see you in clothes again I'll break your arm, understand me ?"
"Yes Sir.", I whimpered, closing my eyes.
He shoved me hard and ordered, "Walk."
I had almost fallen over when he shoved me but somehow I didn't. I walked over sticks and rocks in my bare feet as he slowly followed me, daring me to try something else.
"You will tell me his name.", he finally said confidently, "I'll get it out of you. I don't mind doing it the hard way."
I didn't bother to try and tell him again there was no other man. He didn't believe me.
For a long time we walked and he didn't say a word to me. It was more unnerving than if he would've spoken. He watched me struggle over downward slopes and I even fell at one point but he just waited until I picked myself up and continued on. He didn't help me.
We were passing a muddy swamp when he said, "Stop."
He grabbed me by the hair in back and was walking me over to the swamp.
"Wanna take a little swim, slut ?", he asked softly.
"Oh noooo.", I started to complain as he forced me to walk into it, a sludgy wet but very shallow hole.
"Oh yes.", he sounded pleased, "You're a little pig, this is where you belong."
"Ugghhhh", I hated the slimy way my feet felt as he followed me in, the splashing loud in my ears.
"Kneel.", he demanded as I tried to squirm away from him.
"I said KNEEL you deaf bitch!", he kicked my legs out from under me as I landed down into it on my knees.
"Are you refusing to obey when I tell you to do something ?", he stood behind me, his both hands in my hair now, my head against his cock behind me, rock hard and in his pants.
"No Master.", I answered with a small voice.
"Yes you are.", he informed, "You didn't kneel!"
A light shove from him was all it took to plant me face down now in the sludge, the splash huge as I sunk into it a bit, my chin in it. I felt him behind me, pulling my legs out from under me, forcing me flat down into the fowl smelling shit.
His hands were in my hair at the top of my forehead now and he looked at me from upside down, then shoved my face down into the less watery space, and he held it there for a couple seconds.
Then he yanked my face out as I gurgled and spit, groaning out loud, blinded by the thick goop in my eyes and straining to breathe with it in my nose.
"There's my little piggy.", he said, wiping his hand over my nose and mouth just once.
"How's that taste, pig ?" he asked, getting a handful of it and slapping his hand over my mouth as I tried to scream, choking on it, gagging.
"Yea, you love that.", he was on his knees now in there with me, "It tastes like shit, doesn't it ? That's what you've been feeding me, isn't it ? Lies and shit…"
He let my mouth go and I spit but in one second he was holding my head back in the wet mud, holding it there for a few more seconds this time as I kicked.
He released my head and as I tried to breathe, spitting and gagging, he was throwing more mud over my ass, on my back, the weight of it light but he was coating me in it everywhere as I tried to keep my face out of the shit.
Then he was piling the thick mud on my legs…turning me onto my side, he threw more onto my breasts.
I just panted and strained to see, afraid opening my eyes would let the mud in and burn them. He was suddenly gone and I just felt myself writhing around, trying to get on my knees to get up. I was drenched in the crap and my coughing and groaning didn't hide the fact that I was humiliated and sick that I was in this gross little hole.
He was watching me, I was sure of that. But then I was afraid to get up or stand, he didn't allow me that or give me permission.
"Uhhhh", I panted and laid there on my back, trying to blink, not trying to get out.
"Put your head down in there again.", he stated from a couple feet away.
I whimpered but knew better than to disobey him now.
I did it, closing my eyes and submerging my face into it, waiting.
"Keep it there.", he said without emotion.
I nearly thought he was going to let me drown in there when he finally said, "Up."
I yanked my head out and gasped and roared a little, hating this. My head shook as I fought to breathe.
He slowly came back in and stood in front of me, pulling me to my knees.
"Get my cock out and suck it, pig.", he stood there, waiting, with his jeans on.
I tried, biting at the buckle of his jeans, trying to get them undone.
"Ukk you smell like shit.", he scowled, "And you're getting me all shitty too. Just like a pig."
"You better try harder than that.", he looked down, "Come on…suck it or you're gonna DROWN in it."
I gave a little roar as I tried harder, licking and biting at his jeans, licking the zipper.
"I have a feeling the little pig is gonna be swallowing shit all day long…", he predicted.
"You want me to drown you in the shit ?", he asked as I kept trying, "That'll be the one way you get away from me…you want that ?"
I shook my head and replied, "No Master…"
"What's the boyfriend's name ?", he asked me again.
"There is no—"
He had my face down in the sludge again and my mouth was wide open when I went in. He held me down there as my body jerked and writhed.
When I was allowed up, he was saying, "You know you don't look so great to me anymore. I think I'll drown you anyway."
And my face was back in the shit. His fingers were on my head, holding me down.
He lifted my head out and I didn't move.
"Breathe.", he ordered, wiping a hand over my nose and mouth, "Can you breathe ?"
I opened my mouth and a guttural roar came out.
Then he shoved my face back down, and was piling more and more mud over my head, shoving it down as I just laid there, afraid to move.
Who knows why, but he released me and let me choke and gag.
He dragged me out of the swamp and I felt a rope being tied around my right ankle. And as I laid on my back, he took the other end of that rope and dragged me by my leg through the forest.
It was horrible being slowly dragged over the ground, I tried to hold my head so I wouldn't hit a rock or something hard that could hurt me. I whimpered and cried over the more difficult terrain but he never looked back at me.
When we arrived at the abandoned side of the old hospital, I suddenly came to life. I grabbed onto the iron gate bars to stop myself from being pulled inside and I was growling, "Nooooo!"
He stayed calm but shot me that look that warned me to go no further with this.
"317.", he said, "Stop it right now before I break those hands."
I whimpered but then I did let go of the bars and he continued to drag me inside as I wept helplessly.
"Please Master…", I breathed, "I'm sorry…I'll never run away again, I swear !"
"Oh I know that.", he said cryptically, slowly walking me down the dark hallway.
"Please….I'm sorry…", I begged, "Please don't hurt me…"
"You are boring me, 317.", he kept walking, "You will not speak for the remainder of the day."
In minutes, I was taken to another outside area, a large patch of dry dirt in the middle of all this lush green grass. There was a black metal contraption waiting there for me. Master untied my ankle and then my wrists, warning me ,"Give me one more second of trouble today and you'll be out here for a week, you got that, 317 ?"
I decided after being dragged all that way that I was going to at least give him one last second of trouble, and stupidly, I yelled, "My name is Bella SWAN not 317 !"
He stopped what he was doing and froze for a second like a statue.
"I can't believe you just said that.", his voice was ice, "You have just made these next hours….SO easy for me, Bella Swan."
I tried to struggle bit it was pointless, he could snap my arm like a twig if he wanted to.
In seconds, he had me on my belly, face down in the dirt patch, my wrists up near my head, locked into a snug metal shackle on each side. My neck was also encased in a rusty and black metal thing, not letting me put my head completely down, only an inch off the dirt. My ankles were also cuffed in metal, down behind me, my legs apart wide, my ass high up, a bar beneath my hips to hold me there. The collar was heavy and terribly uncomfortable. Then he put a metal piece into my mouth, a ring inside it, keeping my mouth open, and that was screwed into place with an electric screwdriver behind my head.
Then he put my hair into a ponytail and tied it straight up to a metal pipe above my head.
Then he screwed all the shackles into place with the electric screwdriver too. Fuck. I am in major shit now.
"Dream of me.", he said and walked away as the thunder grumbled overhead.
The dirt was nice and soft but the bugs and mosquitos were killing me. They kept landing on my ass and legs as I jerked around a bit to shoo them off. I could hear crickets chirping in the distance and wondered what they were saying about me.
I winced and stared down at the dirt, which is all I could do….my tongue was unable to do anything but hang out and drool into a messy puddle under my face. I kept trying to move my neck and find a way to get comfort. There was none. Only the clanking of the metal on metal kept me company as I felt another mosquito on my ass. I whined and shook my ass to make him get off me. It was very gray and overcast out here. I hoped it wouldn't rain. I wondered where Master was…and what he was planning. I shuddered in dread thinking about what waited for me. That last thing I said really pissed him off.
And he knew that leaving me here to think about it was worse than the actual punishment itself.
I'm so filthy and smelly, I realized as my breasts and pussy laid in the soil. All the mud was beginning to dry and cake on my skin and hair. I guess I am the pig now.
My nose suddenly itched and I thought maybe a fly had landed there…I shook my head and whined again…there was no fly. But I still itched real bad. I was able to reach my nose with my fingernail and scratch it…thank God for small favors.
My jaw is starting to hurt…and my teeth…and all I can taste is coppery rust.
Suddenly, he was there behind me and he pulled up on a bar under my face, raising me to a kneeling position, my hands and neck still locked in.
"Taking a nap ?", he asked as he walked to the side then I heard gushing water. I tried to look and he was carrying a hose, coming around in front of me and spraying me with the gushing ice cold water that was coming out of it at a decent pressure that was almost painful as it hit my body.
"AAAGGHHHH", was all I could say as she cold water stung me and was unbearable. I struggled and tried to turn my face away as it kept coming…in my face…aiming it in my open mouth as I screamed louder, my hands flapping in vain.
He showed no sympathy as he hosed my face off and my hair while I growled and roared in protest. Then he moved down to my breasts, making sure they got nice and wet, my face clenching and my teeth biting down on the metal ring underneath them.
Then it was down my stomach and on my crotch as I screamed then dissolved into a more crying kind of sound. Now it wasn't rebellion anymore, it was suffering.
He moved around behind me and I felt my ass trying to move away from the spray as it covered me, then my back and hair…he made sure no spot was left dry and then he would go back and spray me everywhere twice as I writhed and groaned out loudly, my mouth trapped open making me almost mute.
"Lift that pussy up and stick it out.", he ordered as I hesitated.
"NOW.", he shouted and I was able to lift my ass up more, and stuck my pussy out there as far as I could.
I screeched as he really concentrated the spray on my asshole for a long time…then my pussy lips, drowning them in the ice water.
The dirt patch was all wet and muddy around me now, my knees sunk into it as my hips dangled on the metal bar beneath them.
He stopped the hose and I panted in relief, trying to see what he was doing now as I dripped there in the chilly October air, soaked and freezing.
I could see him, looking very clean and dressed in his black t shirt and matching jeans, wearing black boots. He was incredibly beautiful and I guess my eyes showed him that's what I was thinking.
"Don't put your fucking eyes on me, pig.", he snapped, "Not after everything you've done."
I was hurt but I understood. I had run away and said very bad things.
He had the bad flogger in his hand and a feeling of terror came over me.
"You're really gonna look surprised, pig ?", he smirked, "Really ? This is nothing, all my canes are coming out tonight. This is just foreplay. I hope you're comfy."
He put his boot in my face and said, "Clean it."
I licked the mud and dirt off the entire boot, choking and jerking in repulsion at the taste.
Then he slammed the other boot up on the bar below my chin, waiting for me to lick that one clean next. I did it as silently as I could.
He went behind me, to my very exposed ass and without a word, let the first lash bite across both my ass cheeks.
"AAAGGGHHHHH !", I yelled out, that was really hard for the first strike.
"Let me enlighten you…", he seemed to read my mind, "This is not training. This is not a warmup or a gradual buildup. This is fucking punishment. And you deserve every second of it."
Another horrible crash descended over my left ass cheek and I felt it in my TEETH !
"AAARRRGGGHHHHHHHH!", I couldn't help but scream like I was on fire.
"See, I think you got used to me being so gentle.", he struck again, the right ass cheek.
"RRRRRRRRRRRRR!", I cried and howled, my ass trying to escape but having no chance.
"You forget that I can do this so hard bones could break .", his voice was deep and quiet but full of anger.
Another lash, this time across my lower back as I howled out loud again.
"You've never had it this hard before.", he struck again as I screeched.
"But since you're Bella Swan and NOT 317 anymore…", he delivered another harsh blow as I cried out, "I don't have to take it easy on you. Now you're just a student that I feel like fucking with just because."
"UURRRRRRROOOOOO!", I strained and tried to struggle as he kept striking harder and harder each time. A guttural gasping started becoming my breathing now.
"I could keep you here for a month if I wanted.", he revealed as he kept flogging my sorry ass.
Before too long, I was sobbing and crying but as always tears didn't stop Master from doing his job.
"Crying again huh ?", he commented as he kept flogging me, "That means it's working. You're learning."
A few moments later, he stopped and asked me, "What are we learning slut ?"
As best as I could manage I tried to say 'Not to run away' but it sounded more like "nnnnnntttt rrnnnnn wwwwyyyyy."
"Right.", he struck again as I screamed, "And ?"
Shaking and bawling, I said "TTTT bbeeee gddddddd."
To be good.
"Mmmhmm", he didn't sound impressed, striking again, "And ?"
I wanted to say a lot more but this metal ring made it impossible.
"Let me help.", he walked around in front of me now, deciding to share the pain with my breasts at last.
I flinched and tried to struggle but he paid that no attention.
Three hard blows to my left breast had me sobbing and screaming out in agony before he said, "To know your place."
Another lash with the evil flogger.
"To respect your Master.", he went on, moving to the right breast now, four blows in a row as I bellowed like a man.
"And to keep those stick legs closed.", he struck my stomach three times, getting me to sob again.
"Now…", he said, his eyes glinting with a hint of jealousy, "The name of that dead man."
I screamed and howled as he kept flogging me, getting no name from me. He was starting to become angry and frustrated.
"If I don't hear a name in five seconds…", he threatened, the flogger tails in his other hand as he aimed it at my pussy, "Your pussy is gonna be hamburger."
"Five….", he counted, waiting, "Four…."
"THHRRR ISS NNNN MNNNN", I tried to say there is no man but he kept counting.
"Three…", his eyes could've burned me with their heat, "Two…"
I said the only name I could think of.
"Dccttrrr Crrrlllyyyllleee", I said .
He looked at me, squinting for a moment, shocked and enraged…betrayed…then he did this evil grinch smile that began from nothing and slowly and wickedly spread across his whole face.
"My Christmas just got made.", he looked like he just received a billion dollars in a lottery.
"But you, my dear,", he pointed the flogger at me, "Are dead."
I knew I would be. Goodbye world.
He really went to town on me then. There was no more talking from him, only angry flogging and me suffering, trying to beg for mercy through my ring gag.
Later, as the sky was getting darker, I was out there still, my breasts bound with rope…and the ropes weighed down with large rocks encased in metal holders. They were hanging down under me, almost touching the mud but not quite. And now my right leg was bent and up off the ground, tied to a metal length of pipe, my other leg straight down on tiptoe in the cold mud. On top of that, I had a large silver hook in my ass that was holding me up tightly.
This left me wide open for whatever Master wanted to do to me next. I waited there, my legs already sore and uncomfortable, but my body even worse from all the flogging and caning.
It's a miracle I'm still alive, I knew for a fact as I waited for him to come back. Would he really hurt ? Well duh he's hurting ME so I guess so.
He was back and I heard him moving around me, behind me. I didn't have much fight in me anymore as I felt him insert something long and hard into my vagina as I gave a loud moan.
"You don't deserve my cock.", he said, putting something else against my pussy and wrapping tape around it and my leg to secure it there.
Then, the thing inside me and the thing against my pussy came to life, buzzing loudly and both vibrating with fury.
"UUGGGHHHHH", I was both elated and tortured by these sensations.
His lips were near my ear as he sneered, "You. Are not allowed to come."
FUCK !
I squirmed and whimpered as he walked away from me, probably off to get a revolver to shoot me with.
I was freezing everywhere except for my very happy vagina and clit, they were warming up nicely. I knew it wouldn't be long before I was coming like a whore and then I'd get punished all over again.
Think of something else…something else…Charlie naked. UKKK ! Okay that's good.
But the more the things vibrated on and in me…the more I thought of him….naked, ramming his cock into my mouth, letting me have it at last.
Then he was sweating all over his body, eyes closed…moving his hands over his wet toned body…
SHIT this is not helping me !
Then I pictured him in this contraption, on his knees, begging me to stop flogging him. Now I was really going to come and hard.
I looked around and didn't see Master anywhere. I can't even beg for permission !
This was another test, I knew that. And I was about to go down in flames.
I tried to hold out as long as I could but then I was roaring and spasming, my leg that was bent and up was out of control jerking in its bonds.
I grunted and felt my eyes roll up into my head as I came and came and came….I couldn't even care about the consequences right now. I was an animal reacting.
Suddenly, as I began to subside a bit and come down from the amazing orgasms…the two things switched off. I turned to look behind me and he was there, smiling at me like the devil.
FUCK FUCK FUCKETY FUCK!
"Your ass is mine, Swan.", he stated with a deliciously evil tone.
Without a word, he removed the thing inside me and took away the vibrator wand. He left the hook in my ass and stood behind me, and I heard something unzip.
Oooh ! Is he going to ?
OH FUCK YES !
He plunged deep inside of me with his penis, his hand on the rope that was holding my leg up.
I moaned out and screamed as he pummeled me without mercy. Our bodies slapped together unapologetically as I roared and his breathing came out in very aroused grunts.
"This.", he slammed in and out of me, "Is. Mine."
"YSSS MSSTTRRR", I howled as he rode me harder.
"It will ALWAYS BE mine.", he grabbed my hair, pulling my face back and up to the coming night sky.
"YSSS MSSTTTRRR", I agreed completely.
"You are always going to be 317.", he further informed me, "There IS no Bella Swan."
"YSSS MSSTTRRRR YESSSSS", I screeched, wanting it to never stop.
I was bucking back against him as hard as he was driving into me. It felt so fucking good.
"And if you EVER run again…", he stopped for a moment as he rammed me harder, sounding a bit out of breath, "I'll break those legs."
I felt myself coming before I could ask permission again. I screamed and my legs quivered like they were having a stroke.
"Such a bad girl.", he gritted as he kept moving inside me.
His fingers pinched my clit and I came again.
"No control.", he muttered as he kept going.
Now that I had come over and over again I was super sensitive and he wasn't even half way done yet. His vampire stamina was five times more than a mortal man. I was about to be fucked stupid.
Soon I was crying and moaning in anguish but he kept fucking me. If this is how I die, then, so be it.
A lifetime later, he pressed in and stayed there inside me as he let a very barbaric roar tear out of his throat. I trembled, loving the sound of him coming. It WAS inhuman but I loved it.
Here comes the burn. Venom inside me would not turn me into a vampire but FUCK did it burn my insides for awhile.
"Breathe.", he coached me as he knew what I was feeling now, his lips on my ear, giving a little nibble.
"Focus.", he kissed my back, moving my wet hair out of his way.
I did what I was taught to do…and the pain started to pass.
"Good girl.", he said to me, taking a firm bite of my ass cheek.
He came over to face me.
"Are you sorry ?", he asked me, a brow raised.
I gave him my best innocent loving girl eyes and nodded slowly.
"I didn't hear that, slave.", his voice was frustrated, his eyes flat.
"Ysss Mssttrrrr.", I said as clearly as I could.
"Will you ever run away from me again?", he asked.
I shook my head, saying "NVVRRRR MSSTTRRR"
"You're not afraid of me at all, are you ?", he looked stunned and confused.
I shook my head and said, "III LLVVVV YYUUUU"
He looked at the ground and gave a small smile.
"I'm a lucky monster.", he simply said.
I could've flown from the way he said that.
He moved around behind me and his two hands were holding the bar that was under my hands and neck. Slowly, he moved the bar down…and I was going back down with it. He released my breasts and legs and removed the anal hook. I was back in the mud again and I gave a little whine about it.
"Lay down flat.", he instructed, "Get that pussy in the mud."
I obeyed and tried to look at him but he started to walk away, saying, "See you in the morning, pig."
I watched him go and thought ARE YOU KIDDING ME ?!
A minute later, he was there, his high pitched electric screwdriver unlocking my shackles until I was free.
He carefully helped my head get out of the metal collar and lifted me up into his arms, about to kiss my lips when he saw I was still gagged.
"Oh no.", he smiled, "Wait."
He took that off me too and rubbed my jaw on both sides.
"Where is your pain ?", he asked, making eye contact with me. He wanted a number of where my pain level was at now from 1 being lowest to 10 the highest.
"I have no pain.", I said proudly, wanting him to pick me up again.
He did, looking perplexed at me.
"None at all ?", he asked me, carrying me back into the hospital area.
"I did earlier but I'm great now.", I said honestly.
"Am I losing my touch ?", he asked, grinning.
"No way you were so evil !", I trembled, "God I LOVED it when you had me in the mud earlier."
"You did ?", he asked, "You seemed to hate that."
"That's part of the game.", I informed, "I'm supposed to hate it, right ?"
He looked at me in a new way now, like he was so aroused by me more than ever. His fingers curled around me more fiercely as he growled in his chest.
"Fuck I love-", he said, stopping himself, saying, "I LOVE playing with YOU, 317."
"Did you like that when I said I'm not 317, I'm Bella Swan ?", I was so proud of myself.
"Oh SHIT", he looked up, smiling, "That was inspired ! Now THAT was great writing, Miss Swan."
"Did I…", I dared to ask, "Did I play good ?"
"Did you ?", he looked surprised, "Bella…you are a genius. No one plays like YOU do."
I was shocked.
"You called me Bella.", I was so touched I felt I would cry.
He didn't answer but he said, "You are getting treated like a Queen tonight. I'm making you a nice dinner and then a bubble bath, massage…everything you want."
"YAY !", I squealed and he looked as happy as I was.
This is one of the best nights of my life.
We talked over the day, him loving the hunt for me in the woods…me loving the feeling of running away from him, thinking I could escape somehow. He said he loved it when he caught me I looked so scared. I admitted I WAS scared. His eyes were so deadly.
The pretend slap across my face when he caught me.
"That was GREAT !", I complimented, "Didn't see that coming. How did that not hurt ?"
"I swung, missing you on purpose, then blew you onto the ground.", he shared proudly.
"You're a genius, too !", I giggled.
"I loved you tearing my clothes off.", I further revealed.
"Me too.", he looked at me with desire, "I'll have to buy you some more clothes…I keep tearing them off you. I just can't help myself."
Some more amazing necking and making out happened then for awhile.
Later, we were going over our favorite parts of today again.
"When you said Dr. Carlisle,", he let his head fall back onto the tub edge, "I wanted to KILL HIM !"
I laughed and watched the demon smiling, loving it, and said, "It's the only name I could think of !"
"I told you I wanted a MAN'S NAME!", he chuckled back as he held me closer to him.
"Why didn't that flogger kill me the way you were hitting me with it ?", I wondered later. It did hurt but not as much as it should've.
"I used an old one.", he said, stroking my cheek, "It's softer. You're too new for the real bad floggers. I wouldn't do that to you. YET."
I felt so good being here with him like this….he was so himself now…no more walls seemed to be between us. It really felt like we were two kids enjoying each other…it was priceless.
"You're really brilliant, Bella.", he said my name again, "This was the greatest idea…and you thought of it. The way you play along…the way you react and scream and…cry…I love it. No one else ever was able to do that with me before."
"I write stories.", I shrugged, "I write these kinds of stories. So I know how to get into the character's minds and…react, act….you know…"
He looked at me like I had some magic powers suddenly. Maybe I do. It was making me glow the way his eyes danced as he stared at me.
As he sat in the bubble bath with me, in the same room where that shower was that first night, I turned to him and put my arms around him.
"I never would, you know…", I said softly, "I would never really run away from you."
I wondered if that was a fear of his…being run away from. Being treated like a monster. Not that he could blame people.
"I know.", he said, kissing my lips as he sat me on his naked lap in the tub, "I know you're crazy. But I'm so glad you are."
"Crazy about you.", I kissed his eyelids as he closed them, "My Wicked Master."
He gave me that very pleased sound again, like a tiger purr. He went under the water in the tub and started doing naughty things to my clit with his mouth, invisible under the bubbles.
He could be under there for five hours if he wanted to. I held onto the edge of the tub, clinging on for dear life as he worked me under the hot water, my voice squealing out as he did bad things to me.
Our nights together during the week were always over too soon. He always made me get home by curfew so I'd get enough sleep for school the next day. He cared about that.
As he dropped me off a distance from the Ivy House, he kissed me one last time before letting me go.
"Can I ask you something?", I dared, my throat feeling dry and hollow.
"Anything.", he nuzzled his nose against mine, looking down at me.
"I know this might sound weird and if it does, then forget it…", I said first.
"Say it.", he softly ordered.
"Just for tonight…", I looked down and away, "Is it…possible…"
"What ?"
"Can I be the only girl you're with tonight ?", I spit it out, hating the way I sounded as soon as I said it.
His face changed – only slightly…but I saw it. It fell a bit, as if he went from very happy to a bit sad.
"Never mind.", I broke away from him, "That was really stupid of me…"
"Swan.", he called my name and stopped me. I was afraid to turn and look at him. What if he felt I was getting too clingy or needy ? I could lose him. I would never take that chance again.
He waited and I did look at him, feeling so childish.
"You are the only one.", he said without hesitation.
And I got the gorgeous, crooked smile that I loved the most. The ache in my chest was instantly healed and instead I felt butterflies in there.
I smiled at him and I felt like my whole heart lit up in that moment. He can't say I love you and I understand that but this to me was the equivalent. I was in paradise.
"I love you.", I said without fear for once, "Edward Cullen."
I didn't wait for him to say it back, I didn't expect him to and I didn't want him to feel pressured to do so and lie to me if he really couldn't feel love. But damn…he came so close to me today. It felt like real love to me.
I rushed to my house and made it there on time. I went right up to my room and let my back lean against the inside of my door….my body sliding down until I was sitting on the floor. I kept thinking over every second of today…how perfect it was.
At first when I thought of roleplaying, it seemed lame. Cop arrests young college girl…stupid. Master would never want to play that. But then I thought more of it and slowly came upon the game of Vampire Master loses his slave…she runs away, trying to escape. He goes after her and punishes her. That was the whole concept. Everything else was filled in by us as we went….and it was amazing how we clicked together in the game. Him dragging me into the swamp of mud, also improvised as he walked by it…the capture, the other man scenario…the punishment…all done by us and our evil imaginations. It did tell us both a lot about the other. We enjoyed this stuff. And I hope he now knows that he doesn't have to treat me like a little girl who doesn't know anything. He CAN play with me and it won't get old. We can play any game he wants to, and the more advanced I get at things, the harder I can play. I could think of a million possibilities right off the top of my head.
And he did look at me differently tonight. There was something else there between us now. Did he almost say he loved me ? I wasn't sure but he stopped and changed it to 'I love playing with you.' Maybe I just imagined that part.
And the way he said my name…and told me I was the only one. Even if he just meant for tonight, I was giddy hearing the words. He said I was a genius, and brilliant. I had never been at a higher point in my whole life than tonight. I would cherish and remember this forever.
Now I know for sure. I am in love with a vampire, my Master, Edward Cullen. And I always will be.
He has captured me and I will never be free. His chains are eternal and my devotion to him is never ending.
I have found my life. My place.
END OF CHAPTER 20