The Storyteller (19 page)

“First you will feel the pain,” he declared. “Once more, your body will protest and ache beyond human reasoning, but when it is done, this pain will subside and I will bring you comfort. You know what that means, right? It means we will do everything, just like you want. You will get it in all three holes.”

Rainier approached her and smiled mockingly.

“What do you think of this next?”

“Noooo,” Hailey refused, but again the protests were supposed to fall on unhearing ears. “Noooo! Not that!”

“I don’t know why you would object to the belt so much,” Rainier shot back at her, “It’s been so long since you’ve gotten it. I’m surprised you even remember what it feels like.”

In truth, Hailey had felt the belt just the week before, but that wasn’t the point. She was not going to spoil the moment.

“Please, my master! Don’t use the belt on me! I hate the belt! I hate the belt! I am your devoted slave! I’ll be good! I’ll do everything you want! Don’t give me the belt! Please! Please! Not the belt!”

“Yes,” Rainier countered, “I really think it will be a good idea to give you a good belting tonight.”

“PPppppppppplease...”

Hailey emitted her usual plea, but it was not intended as a deterrent. It was meant as a stimulant.

“This is going to be very tactical,” he informed her. “It is going to be methodical. This is not going to be a chaotic whipping, but planned. Every strike and every placement will be deliberate. I want you to absorb the blows. Don’t just feel them. Absorb them. Embrace them. Long for them. Love them as you love me.”

It was Rainier who spoiled the moment.

“Do you still need to cool down a bit back there?”

Hailey nodded.

Rainier went to the bed and sat upon it, waiting for her signal to continue. He was, after all, not a total sadist steeping with dominating traits alone. He mixed power with passion, which was what Hailey found so spellbinding about him.

“We’ll take a break. Do you want to be let loose and come lie down for a bit? You can lie on your stomach.

Hailey shook her head in the negative, indicating she was fine just where she was. It was then she started to laugh.

“I wonder what Macy would say if she came down those stairs right now?”

Macy was her younger and problematic sister, as Rainier already knew.

“Oooooooooooooooooo.”

Once again, Hailey made the familiar and extended noise, for there was another jolt within her, a miniature orgasm or a remnant of the one she had moments before. She closed her eyes and as she did, romantic visions came to her. She was together with Rainier in a castle somewhere in Europe. He wore his Dracula costume, only for real. She, however, was naked, tied to a rack of some sort, and about to be flogged.

“If the villagers knew you had kidnapped me and were holding me prisoner they would burn your castle to the ground.”

How did stone burn? It was a silly fantasy. She revised her words to better fit the situation.

“If the villagers knew what you were doing to me, they would hold you down and drive a stake through your black heart!”

“There are no villagers,” Rainier howled out. “They aren’t coming to your rescue because they fear me. They know who and what I am.”

He brought his arm backward and prepared to let the belt slam against her naked body. She did not know where the blows would come. Would it hit her shoulder? Her legs? Her ass? Her back? Would it wrap around her like a python, to cut into her side or hip as well?

“Nooooooooooo.”

Hailey opened her eyes. She was back in the present time. Rainier was watching her and evidently reading her mind again.

“More word-fucking from another era?”

Hailey did not respond.

“Okay then, let’s get on with it. I’m ready to start.”

“My ass is still smarting,” Hailey objected. “I need a little more time.”

“Time is not yet on our side,” he corrected. The words seemed odd.

“Time is on your side right now, but it is not for me. Sunrise comes too soon.”

Proving he could read her thoughts at certain moments, Rainier looked at her with a grimace.

“You don’t really want a whip, do you?”

“The belt will do fine,” Hailey answered.

Rainier glanced back at the wall and the implements of excisable punishment hanging there. He was relieved because among his assortment of tools, he did not even own a Marquis De Sade form of whip. Lashing someone went beyond what he felt the game should include, though he had no aversion to blood.

“As this belt is a torture to your flesh, so might the recollection be to your mind and body if you ever betray me. My love for you is eternal, and if you ever spurn or betray me, I will be unforgiving. This lesson is to remind you that now you are mine. You will always be loyal to me and to me alone. Only then will we rise from the flames together into the eternal night. With this promise on your lips, you must tell me if you ready to proceed.”

Hailey nodded weakly. She was caught up in the theatrics.

“Good. Then without any secret evasion in mind in you whatsoever, hesitation or mental reservation, let the lesson begin. You are imprisoned here as a symbol of your imprisonment to me. Your soul is mine. I hold it captive. Your love is mine. I hold that captive, too. We are one. Don’t fear or hate the punishment. Let it serve as a reminder of your devotion to me. Let us seal our covenant together. Let the decree stand the test of time.”

“Get on with it,” Hailey instructed. “Enough word sex and on with the real fucking.”

“You will regret that,” Rainier’s voice stormed, though it was not truly in anger. “You will be sorry! You will learn to be a more respectful follower of mine.”

Swirling the belt in his hand, Hailey’s lover encircled her several times, but delivered no blow. It was as if he lacked certainty as to where he should strike first, but it was a ruse. He had played this game before and knew precisely what he was doing.

“Such insolence. Such arrogance and such lack of submission. Well, we’re going to take care of that right now.”

He dashed behind her, lifted his arm and brought forth a powerful, sadistic smack with the belt, welting her already crimson ass with the first blow.

“Owwwww!” Hailey shouted as she lifted one leg in response, brought it down and lifted the other in like fashion. “Shit! That hurts!”

“Do your dance,” Rainier ordered. “I’ll help.”

He struck the back of her legs four times with the wicked leather, hearing the whacks in conjunction with her cries. He then went to the front and delivered two blows in this way, striking the opposite side of her legs just below her blonde pubic hairs.

“You’ve needed a good strapping for a long time now. That’s what you’re going to get. The belt will teach you to obey.”

Hailey offered no words, but only an extended cry of anguish as she did the dance she was ordered to do. Up and down she moved her legs, circling against the chains that held her arms extended so she could give no covering to her lower body. She pivoted and twirled as best she could, trying to avoid the belt blows, and when she could not, she jumped in an effort to bring whatever comfort she could to the blotches tormenting her.

“Not so insubordinate now, are you!”

Reaching forward, he cupped one of her breasts and held it roughly.

“How would you like these whipped next?” he offered. “I’m not just going to spank your ass. I’m getting you everywhere tonight. How would you like these things of yours belted too?”

Hailey’s eyes rolled toward the ceiling and her mouth expelled only gasps.

“Next time I do this, spit in my face,” Rainier instructed. He was again the master gamesman.

Hailey nodded.

“You do not hate the taste of the belt, because you are a whore. You are a whore of the most vile order, and you love what is being done to you. You are a whore, and we both know it. You are nothing but a tramp, and this is what tramps get. You are no lady. You are a whore, and this is a whore’s punishment. I’m going to whip you to the point where you can take no more, and when you submit to me, I will whip you more to be sure you always remember. I’m going to make you scream.”

The spit came flying from Hailey’s mouth just as he had ordered her, striking him on the side of the face. Hastily recoiling, he smirked at her and wiped the spittle off with his sleeve.

“Oh, you will regret that,” he declared. “You bet you will regret that.”

Grabbing her by the waist, he spun her around and let fly with a relentless attack on her ass, striking her bottom a multitude of times while Hailey bucked and jumped in retaliation to the punishment. When he released her, there were several new welts on top of the redness already there.

“Oooooooooooooooooo!”

Once more, Hailey did the dance, high-stepping about the circle and lifting each leg high. She did not fall over, because her chained arms held her securely enough. The tears, however, were starting to flow.

“Say you love me,” he commanded. “Say you love me.”

Hailey knew what he really wanted to hear. She would mean the words that came in spite of the severity of the discipline. It was a role both played.

“I love you.”

Another blow came, sending Hailey back into the heart of the game.

“The villagers will be coming to rescue me from you. They’ll burn your castle to the ground. They’ll drive a stake through your heart and cut your head from your body. They’ll bring an end to this and free me!”

“Oh, that’s good,” Rainier interrupted. “Keep it up. I like it.”

“My little sister won’t let me vanish into the sunset! She’ll assemble the village! I know the people will storm your castle and kill you. They’ll be coming with flames and weapons. They will drive you back to the devil, and we’ll be free of you once and for all!”

“Oh, no they won’t,” he countered, stroking her hip with the belt on the final word. His voice was a horribly flawed Bela Lugosi imitation.

“Owwwwwwwwwwww!”

Hailey realized many people would have never found this game to be sensual. She, however, devoured it all, supping it up like a great feast.

“Oooooooooooooooooo!”

Inside, her orgasm was building yet again. Another intense, rocking, meteoric, enduring, engulfing, and specifically immeasurable sensation in spite of how her outer body was pained.

“Are you about to have another one already?” he questioned.

“Nooooooooooo,” came the deranged response.

“I assume that means yes?”

“Oooooooooooooooooo!”

Rainier brought the belt across Hailey’s buttocks again, striking mid-center.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

The cry was louder. Hailey was imagining each strike to be not a devastating slam from the belt, but a thrust into her channel.

“Oooooooooooooooooo…”

On the fifth blow within the new series, she jerked like a puppet dancing on a set of strings. She wanted to fall in exhaustion, but the restraints held her upright. Her knees buckled and her loins exploded in yet another powerful climax, again without the need of intercourse.

“Ppppppppppllleeeasssseeeeeeee...”

Hailey lost control of herself, literally dangling from her chains. She remained that way for some time, until the orgasmic rush subsided. She was spent, but the evening was still young.

“Pppppppppppppllleeeassseee...”

When she opened her eyes, Rainier was sitting on the bed again, observing her, the demonic wood statue looked on as well, with its erect double dork pointing accusingly at her.

“How does your ass feel?”

“It hurts like flaming hell and so do my legs,” she spat out, having come back to reality. “Jesus Christ, but it hurts! I’m not going to be able to sit for days!”

“You can always stay chained up here,” Rainier offered.

“Fuck that,” came the reply. “Let’s do something else while I’m still hot.”

“And hurting?” Rainier threw into the conversation.

“Yes. And hurting. You whipped the shit out of me, but didn’t you hear that coming I had!”

“But of course I did.”

Rainier arose and approached her. It would soon be time for lovemaking.

“Swoon for me, my heroine. Now the eruption comes. You have crossed the threshold of pain, and now ecstasy awaits you. I will show you thrills you have dared not to dream. I will take you where the stillness of the night prevails and we will be one. I will take you to the zenith and beyond.”

“Leave me chained for now,” Hailey ordered. “I want it like this for now.”

Rainier inspected the wreckage he had brought to her bottom and her legs. They were marked with welts that truly must still be searing his lover, who relished it all.

“That ass of yours looks like it doesn’t have a white spot on it.”

“I’m not surprised.”

Rainier felt her bare bottom and absorbed the heat with his palm.

“So are you my slave?”

“I am your slave, just as you are mine. I know you to do bidding as well. We know each other far too well.”

Rainier dropped his eyes in front of his imprisoned lover and was about to insert his tongue into her most sensitive of parts when an outraged cry interrupted him.

“What are you doing to my sister, you bastard?”

A younger version of Hailey was standing on the stairs, looking horrified at the scene.

“Get the fuck out of here, Macy!” Hailey screamed. “Get the fuck out now!’

“He’s hurting you!” she protested in a shriek. “This asshole’s hurting you!”

At that moment, both parties realized what had happened. Hailey had the lack of foresight to lock the front door, and not knowing she had been followed, had stupidly found herself trapped.

“Let her go!” Macy instructed, oblivious to what her older sister had shouted. “I’m calling the police.”

“This is what she wants,” her tormentor growled as he rose and placed his hand on the dark band on Hailey’s throat.

“Look.”

With an awkward set of tugs he brought the black band up over his lover’s head. On her neck were two scars.

“You’re a sick son of a bitch!” Macy shouted, leaping down the stairs to the basement floor. “You’re a sick asshole! You’re holding her prisoner! You’re a sick pervert!”