This is the M-edited version of TJoTH. Link to the full MA-rated version is at the top of my profile.
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A/N WARNING! This chapter contain violence of an explicit nature. NC-17
Disclaimer: I have still not acquired any ownership of TVD, or it would have had to switch channels and airing time-slot, Daniel Gillies would not have had time for another show and the Originals would be the main characters. Also, Kol would NOT have died! (grumble)
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Continued from:
'Well, Elijah, I don't know about you but I believe I have rested long enough. It is time to return to the stubborn girl that still does not seem to have learned what we intended her to, despite the previous signs to the contrary.' Elijah sighs and nods at his brother. 'Indeed, every victory seems short lived with her. However, I think we can do better, brother, don't you?'
'I know we can.' With that she feels her body being lifted in strong arms and placed face down back on the table, the attached shackles snapped around her wrists and ankles. Oh shit!
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Chapter 3 – Punishment – The Real Idea (part 3)
'Now, Kitten…' she hears Kol's voice purr behind her ear 'You have been a very bad girl, talking back to us like that. And do you know what we do to bad girls?' She shakes all over as she feels his large, calloused hand stroking her ass, right where it is the most sensitive. One split second later his hand is pulled back only to come back down forcefully with a smack that echoes through the room. The spanking Elijah gave her earlier, although painful and humiliating had nothing on this! Kol's motion was designed to hurt like hell, and it did. She screams at the impact that pushes her forward on the table and the pain immediately brings tears to her eyes.
'We punish them. You'd be surprised at how many ways there is to punish a bad girl, and how much we enjoy it' He chuckles deep in his throat, a deep, vibrating sound that travels through her body and scares her senseless at the same time as it excites her. 'This is usually not introduced this quickly, but you are a special case.' he continues, still breathing in her ear and bringing out goose bumps all along her body. 'You surrender in one way and keep fighting in another. We cannot trust in your surrender at this point.' Another wicked slap hits her ass, forcing another loud yelp from her lips. 'Who knows, maybe you will find the pleasure in the pain?'
Kol's breath stays in her ear as she feels the end of something hard trail along her backbone all the way up to her neck. A tongue touches the base of her neck in its wake and trails lazily over to land at the base of her other ear. Elijah's breath fills her mind and her senses. 'You are freed from restrictions to not speak unless spoken to, little one.' he purrs to her, his deeply masculine voice touching every nerve end of her body, her whole being is concentrated on his words. 'But we will not stop until you surrender, mind and soul.' He bites her neck, painfully hard, with blunt teeth; bringing excitement she thought she was too tired for back into play. 'Luckily you are being trained by two original vampires. Counting the few weaknesses we have, lack of stamina is not one of them.' A deep chuckle shakes the very core of her being. She notices a thin bamboo cane in his hand, the tip of which must have been what she felt along her spine.
'This time, Kitten, you will not come unless we find you deserve it, and certainly not until you beg for it. And you better be convincing in your begging.' The younger originals voice breathes into her ear. 'The time of patience has passed. Now is the time to show you that you are all ours.'
The table is angled in a way that she can still see the tool wall, the one that frightened her so yesterday, the one where Elijah said "another day, another idea". She shivers as she realizes that this is that other day and that other idea, and that she brought it completely upon herself. This could have ended with her snuggled between them like she was only minutes ago, if she hadn't been too stubborn to give them the answer they wanted. Instead, here she is, strapped down on a table and completely aware that this is just the beginning of her trials, trials that could have been avoided. She swears at herself while testing the bonds.
Unbeknown to her, the brothers are standing right behind her, watching her writhe on the table. She twists her body this way and that, testing the limitations of her bonds. All the while Elijah and Kol are watching her naked body fighting the bonds and deciding what to do with it, each with a thin, flexible cane in hand.
'Little One, top struggling and get up on your elbows and knees!' Elijah's voice underlined with a strong note of authority orders from somewhere behind her. She tries to twist her head around to see him but can't quite crane her neck far enough. "Elijah, you don't have to..AAAAHHH"
*WHACK* Elijahs hand holding the cane rises and falls in a sharp moment. The sound of the cane hitting her buttocks, still pink from Kol's hands, echoes in her ears only to be drowned out a moment later by her own wail. The pain of the stroke is intense; it feels like someone has placed a thin burning rope right across her ass.
'I said, on your elbows and knees! Do not make me repeat myself again, Little One.' Elijah's voice is deceptively soft. Soft the way an avalanche is soft. She whimpers while she hurries to pull her legs and arms under her, the shackles just allowing her to change her position. Soon she is on all fours, the fact that he ordered her to rest on her elbows and not her hands puts her upper body closer to the table than her lower body, leaving her back arched and her striped ass invitingly propped up in the air, her sex, still swollen from Kol's earlier ministrations, almost pouting out between her cheeks. 'Kol, why are…AAAAAARGH!' Her words are yet again interrupted by a loud wail.
*WHACK -WHACK* In almost perfect synchrony two canes come down, one from either side. Elijah places another stripe perfectly parallel to the first, while Kol aims slightly lower. His strike does not only stripe the lower parts of her cheeks but also hits her swollen lips, just narrowly missing her nerve center. The pain is excruciating and her wail turns into sobs almost immediately.
'And what is the correct form of adress, Kitten?' Kol purrs while trailing the tip of his cane up and down along her slit, causing her to flinch each time he passes the bright red stripe. 'I'll give you a hint. You get one strike per wrong answer, so the two you just received were for getting it wrong twice.'
'Kol, I..' *WHACK* Her wail is even louder this time, laced with sobs. Kol hasn't lifted the cane far from where he already had it, instead flicking his wrist to let the supple end of it strike her swollen clit. Her whole world turns red with the intense pain and instinctively tries to lower her ass to get it out of harm's way but her hips are immediately captured in Elijah's firm hands, angling them right back to their previous position. 'Stay!' he orders her, firmly. By now the very thought of disobeying an order of his makes her shake in fear, so she lets her hips be maneuvered back into position and then keeps them there.
'Try again, Kitten' she can hear the smirk in Kol's voice without being able to see it as he continues 'A second hint, what you just did was wrong.' He chuckles while leaning back to admire their handiwork. Her delicious ivory globes are now adorned with thin, bright red stripes, his cock is growing impossibly hard at the sight and he can see his brother having the same reaction. Her pussy is even more swollen than before and perhaps not only from the caning. If he isn't completely mistaken, it is also beginning to produce new moisture.
Elijah notices it too, using two fingers to spread her inner lips, revealing the sight and scent of her budding arousal as she whimpers and tries to move her burning, whipped sex away from his touch, stopped by the barest hint of his cane under her thighs. Who would have thought, he ponders? The brothers share a grin that threatens to split their faces in two. 'A natural submissive indeed' Kol mutters under his breath, too low for her to hear. Elijah nods, letting his tongue trail her slit from top to bottom, having a taste of her fresh juices lightly but deliciously spiced with blood from where the cane hit her tender tissues. 'Delicious, a rare find.' He confirms to his brother, equally quiet.
He stands back up and licks his lips. 'Well, little one? My brother asked you a question. We do not like to be kept waiting. The proper form of adress?' Elijah lets the tip of his cane lightly flick over her pussy, enough to cause sharp but manageable pain, unlike the intensity of the previous strikes.
'M.. m.. master' she finally manages to get out between sobs.
'Good girl!' Kol beams at her. He leans over her back and lets his hands caress her striped behind, soothing and irritating the burning welts, all at once. 'Good little Kitten.' He purrs in her ear. She can feel his massive erection pressed up against her, but he is not making any move to enter her. 'Now, are you likely to forget that any time soon or should we continue this lesson to make sure you do not forget?'
'No Master, I will not forget!' she gets out in an almost hysterical voice, hoarse from her wailing. 'Please no more, no more… I will not forget Master, I promise!' To her horror she can feel fluid slowly escaping her pussy, fluid that is not the remains of Kol's load. Her traitor body is getting excited in the midst of her torture. Because of the torture. When she heard the expression 'pleasure and pain' before, she never thought it could ever apply to her, or that the pleasure would be this painful.
Kol turns to Elijah. 'What say you, brother? Do you think she has learned her lesson?' he asks with raised and wiggling eyebrows. Her whole body tenses up in fear as she waits for her first Master's response. Elijah pretends to think it over for a moment, before slowly shaking his head. 'I think we have been too trusting in the past when she shows remorse, which is why we are now correcting her for the third time in an evening. A few more stripes would both look good and weld the lesson into her mind I think. Do you agree, brother?'
'Absolutely!' Ignoring her loud and tearful protests that she indeed has learned her lesson and this is not necessary at all, they take up position again, this time only Kol holds a cane while Elijah stands next to her body, studying her cheeks. 'There, I think' he says and points to a pristine part of her ass, right in between two welts.
*WHACK* Kol places a new stripe precisely where Elijah pointed, with the same intensity as in the first hard strokes. Her pride gone she now wails at the top of her lungs when the cane hits her skin. Elijah's hands caress her cheeks surprisingly tenderly, slightly easing the burning pain before pointing in a new location, right below her ass at the top of her thighs. 'And there.'
*WHACK WHACK* Two strikes in quick succession places parallel welts on her thighs, the upper one touching her outer lips as well. Her vision is becoming cloudy and she's beginning to lose her voice from the wailing. When she feels Elijah's hands again caress and soothe the new welts she feels an absurd but undeniable gratitude towards him for easing her pain. When his hand strokes the part of the stripe that crosses her pussy, her insides clench with a strong surge of unexpected arousal.
'There, there, little one' he purrs to her. 'Just a little more, it is for your own good my little doll. You should be thankful. We are just making sure you will not forget this lesson, you understand?'
'Yes, Master'
'Well then, to make sure you feel involved get to choose where we place the final two strokes. At least one of them must touch your sweet pussy.'
'Wherever you chose, Master' she is sobbing, but filled with a sensation that she wants to please them. She doesn't know where it is coming from, but it is strong and undeniable. She finds herself actually pushing her ass into his caress. She cannot see his pleased grin, but she imagines she feels the heat of it. Then his hands leave her as he moves behind her and picks his own cane back up. He looks to Kol as to say 'Your choice' and waits. Kol studies her now perfectly striped backside and decides on going absolute center, right across her lower ass and her core. He pulls his arm back and delivers the sharpest strike yet.
*WHACK!* The sound of the strike pierces the air, closely followed by a desperate moan, her vocal cords now too strained to yell. The cane comes back glistening in the middle from the juices it picked up when striking her opening. Elijah looks at the new stripe, takes aim and whacks his cane in the exact same place, taking the sharpness of the hit to new heights. Her lungs attempt to force another scream out of her but it comes out as a whimper. 'That was the final two.' Kol kneels behind her to rub his hands lightly over her burning behind and lets his tongue stroke her equally stinging core, bringing soft relief.
'Thank you, Master' she hears herself mumble as he eases her pain. Kol's eyebrows rise to meet his hairline in surprise, Elijah thinks his jaw may touch the floor. 'Excuse me Kitten, what was that?' She is too exhausted from the pain, the screaming and the crying to be afraid right now, and so simply repeats herself; 'I said thank you, Master. Was that the wrong thing to say?'
The brothers look at each other and just shake their heads in awe. Yes, she's a natural, but for her to reach the point where she thanks them after a severe caning, unprodded, was completely beyond all expectation. They are thrilled.
'No, Kitten, not at all. It was just perfect. You did well.' Kol goes back to gently licking her folds, tasting the same sweet mix of arousal and blood that his brother enjoyed earlier, while Elijah stands next to her face, stroking her hair. 'Good girl.' He murmurs proudly, she really is something else.
'All you have to do is surrender.'
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A/N
I know I am re-posting, but to all you new readers out there – a review or two would be welcome. IN fact, that goes for the oldies & goldies as well. ESPECIALLY now, I need a little bit of luv to get my muse going again :) Having your story deleted really puts a damper on it…
A big thank you to slightlytwisted84 for inspiration on the more hard-core sections and reality-beta on all three sections of the chapter. With her personal experience from the BDSM lifestyle she helped me 'keep it real' – e.g. keeping it to actions and conversations that could actually have happened in a 'dungeon'. Invaluable, as I never lived the lifestyle, except in the odd, late night fantasy (and this fic) ;) Yepp, she had me delete stuff I had written because, quote "They would never have said that, it diminishes his dominance". Cool, you learn something new every day =)
IMPORTANT QUESTION OF THE DAY
Due to single hater pressing the "report" button at the bottom you have had to wait weeks for updated TJoTH – even the reposting takes time. Would you like me to push the boundaries a little bit more? Leave a bit more smut in?
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Disclaimer: I am in no way a supporter of kidnapping, rape, anal rape, sexual abuse, any kind of abuse, brainwashing or human slaves. This is fiction, fantasy, not my personal values. If this wasn't already over-obvious, the fact that 2 of the 3 main characters are vampires should be your first clue.=)
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended, as usual I do not own anything but my original (chuckle) story and a petite little OC.