Disclaimer: Don't own
Also, this could be interesting.
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Tori smiled as she paid off the men who'd run her errand for her. 'Dad would be so impressed. His little girl found a way to use all those contacts he made during his years of service with the police. And sure, SOME of my contacts, my business opportunities, are illegal adjacent. But there's hella money in laundering money, just ask Bain Capital.' Her smirk reflected the momentary joy in her justification. After all, the man behind that enterprise was elected to the senate, and ran for president. 'So, I pretend my fame is the reason people trust me to invest for them, when in reality I use my contacts to invest for some shady people, take my cut of their payments, and then take fees for helping them make good choices in investing in the entertainment world. A win-win. No one gets hurt, and it encourages them to be better citizens along the way. And of course, I warn them there's no such thing as a truly safe movie investment.'
Tori enjoyed the trip down memory lane, the tricks she'd used to turn her small success as a singer into a budding empire. 'Honestly, being a pop princess just doesn't guarantee anything. Just ask my friends. I mean, every last one of them, they've run into the proverbial wall. No one realizes just how many one time stars are out there, struggling to make it, while others with far less talent get lucky, LUCKY, and make a fortune at it. No, this little Latina isn't relying on blind luck. I sold out, just a touch, and helped a few shady people make some money while also helping some deserving films get made. They would have spent that money anyways, on far less useful things, and we'd have had less art in this world. No, I did good, and now, I get my reward.'
Tori had been surprised at how easy it was to get a dungeon put into her basement. The mansion, not the biggest available in the Hollywood Area, but still far more then most people would ever have, now sported a new basement complete with a torture chamber full of cells and whips and chains and everything. 'Yes, time to get my money's worth…'
She walked into the dungeon, what had once been a wine cellar, expanded and enhanced at great expense, and turned to look at her package. "Hello Jade."
The blue eyed goth was chained to the wall, ball gag forced into her mouth, with only her party clothes standing out as not fitting the decor. Tori stepped closer. "Sorry to hear about Beck. Betting he had no idea the marriage was gonna be off, but when he chose to fuck the girls I sent to seduce him, he betrayed you. And sure, I could have just used one of those testing services, but I wanted him to fall. Hard." The venom in her voice screamed at old hurts.
Tori closed the distance, letting that bit of information sink in. "You wanna know why I did that? I mean Beck, he was always such a stand up guy. Certainly deserved better then to be played like that. Then again, he didn't deserved someone like you either, did he grunch?" She leaned a touch closer. "I wanted to hurt you, cause, bitch, we have a history."
Tori retreated quickly, making sure it looked causal. She walked around, careful to stay back just in case one of the chains locked around the pale girls wrists or ankles slipped, even for a moment. 'She's caught, but dangerous. Gotta tread lightly, or this will blow up in my face. Sides, no fun if she breaks free before the process even begins'
The goth, for her part, was struggling madly, intent on getting free, and maybe tearing the singer apart with her bare hands. Rage burned at her heart. Fury at for being taken from what was supposed to be a weekend away with Beck. It was supposed to be their chance to mend fences and maybe find a way back together after his recent infidelity. A breaking of her trust she now knew Tori had arranged.
"Now, I'm gonna ask you some questions, and you can just nod." The Latina continued. "Just, understand, we have loads of history to go through, and I wanna make sure you understand just what you're doing here."
Tori walked around to a table, eyeing the blue eyed girl the entire time. "Gonna need some toys, won't I?" She asked, barely holding her her raw emotion. With careful, measured movements, she moved the small, rolling table to a closed cabinet, opening it with to reveal her tools. From inside she produced several implements of torture, including a whip that made no pretense about what it was intended for. "Did you know they sell these just for sex play? Wasn't gonna bye me one of those, cause not interested in giving you a mild sting. No, this, it'll tear the flesh, leave scars." She focused back on Jade. "You tortured me throughout high school, and sure, you may think it was just our thing. But tell me this. Did you ever consider that maybe I wasn't happy about being the target of your pranks? And not just the really mean ones, and there were no shortage of those, were there?" She sighed, eyeing the bound girl. "Or did you ever consider that I wanted our friendship to be more the then you occasionally showing some small concern for my safety?" She whipped the ground, making a snapping sound. "No, cause you were a gank." She forced herself back a second, not ready to end the explanation yet. "And I get it, Beck was such a chore to have, but really, he deserved better. That is, back then, before he gave in to temptation, he deserved better then you."
Blades found their way onto a tray, sitting along with other means of inflicting pain. Irons for branding, salt, it seemed Tori had everything she could possibly need. "I know you claim to like pain, so this isn't gonna be easy." She gave a shrug. "But mark my word, you're gonna give me what I want, no mater how long it takes, or how much it hurts."
The pop princess turned and walked towards Jade. One hand shot out and unbound the gag, and Jade breathed in hard, ready to scream. Almost a minute passed as the taller girl let out her loudest screech, followed by a stream of obscenities worthy of any drill sergeant. Through it all, Tori just stood back and watched.
"Finished?" The singer wondered. "Honestly, I was expecting more. No declarations that I'd never get away with this, or promises of some dire ending if we continue? Really, Jade, I wasn't expecting you to just, I don't know, give up so easily. Begging is half the payout."
Despite herself, Jade was tearing up, crying defiant tears as she prepared to address her one time victim. "And would it make any difference? Sound proof dungeon, probably under some remote building. You'll do whatever it is you intended, then what? Sell me off to come foreign pervert as a sex toy? Bury me in the woods, or feed me to some pigs, then make bacon? What revenge are you plotting, and do you, for one moment, think it'll end your pain?"
"Jade, Jade, Jade," The performer tisked, "We can avoid all the unpleasantness for tonight, put off the reeducation until tomorrow, or even later, if you'll just indulge me." She walked around to a point where she'd hidden a door behind a curtain. "You have a room in here, spartan, but comfortable in a jail cell kinda way." She rolled the curtain back to reveal the small cell. "Nothing to end your life with, but everything you need to be comfortable. You get to spend the night there, either way." She tossed a smirk at the other girl. "So, do I break sweat torturing you, or are you gonna give me what I want?"
"What the fuck do you want?" Jade wanted to shout, but her earlier scream made that hard. Her voice hurt, for the nonce, while the fear she'd been denying was prompting her to promise anything. Shaking but defiant, she pushed to look brave, even as she wondered just what the pop star turned dark wanted.
"You." Tori said, reaching just inside the curtain to where she'd hidden some of her other toys. A seven inch pink dildo rested in her hand. "One orgasm, and you can avoid the worst of tonight." She moved closer to the object of her obsession, the thing she'd wanted ever since she'd admitted she was heading to the dark side. "Just, that, it has to be your choice. You must choose to let me fuck you. But if you do, then we can call this the first step in my claiming you." She'd moved closer, just outside Jade's reach, holding the sex toy like a weapon, dangling it before the taller girl as a taunt, and a promise of at least one kind of release. "See, I decided I wanted you. Power over you, Yea, but what I really want is for you to live out your life in my care, in abject comfort, with everything you might have wanted, sans the fame, as my consort." A dark laugh echoed in the room. "And I'm willing to torture it out of you."
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Not as easy to write as I'd hoped, I've let it stew a while, and it still feels both complete, and like there's a long way to go. Hope you enjoyed it.
