Obsession

Chapter 17

Seventeen

“ T hat was not the answer I was looking for. A simple yes would have sufficed.” A knowing smirk spread across Bastian’s stoic face.

“Yes, sir.” Ren answered back meekly.

“Mmm.” He grabbed his growing bulge and squeezed it while he reveled in her response.

Before Ren could blink she was pressed into a wooden contraption on the farthest wall of the room. The swift movement made her stomach rise and fall as if she had just taken a dip on a rollercoaster.

“Hold your arms out.”

She did as he requested. Slowly and deliberately he buckled her arms into the cross.

“I won’t give you a safe word, because nothing will stop me.”

“You promised you wouldn’t hurt me.”

He barked out a laugh that was so loud in the deafening silence of the room that she felt her ear drum distort the sound.

“I did no such thing…I said I wouldn’t kill you. And I won’t. I am a man of my word.”

A fear unlike any other spread like wildfire through her. She began to tremble.

“I…I’ve made a mistake.”

“You’ve made many, pet. One of them was walking into my room after lying with my brother.”

Bastian knelt before her and calmly continued strapping her into the leg harness chains. They left room enough for her to move her legs a few inches in any direction, but not enough for her to fully close her legs together.

“Your pain will be my pleasure. Your screams…a masterful symphony for my ears. Your blood will taste so much sweeter with that pain and fear mixed within it.”

Bastian grips her breasts in his hands and squeezed so tightly that the flesh spilled out of his palms.

A wince of pain takes over Ren’s face followed by a small squeal.

“I think a blindfold will do well for this session.” Bastian casually walks over to a small dresser and picks up the smooth black fabric. Not even a speck of dust reflects in the lights of the room.

“No, please.”

Bastian ripped the fabric of her nightgown straight down the middle, baring her to him.

“Beg all you like, pet. It will only intensify your pains and my pleasure.”

Bastian caressed her face with the bunched up material of the blindfold. After which he let the material fall to caress her skin, still holding the longest end in his hand near her face.

A quick slap to one then the other of her breasts, left the skin heated in its wake.

“You see how the blindfold allows you to feel more of the sensation?” A rhetorical question where Bastian expected no answer. Yet he paused to admire her reaction.

He watched as her hairs stood on end and a small shiver spread across every visible inch.

“Deprive yourself of one of your senses and your body will make up for it by increasing the strength of one or another of those you have remaining.”

His matter of factly tone left no place for arguments.

Ren tried to follow his voice as he walked silently around the room. She had no idea what he was doing. The anticipation of what he could do to her next had her anxious and needy. She could feel the wetness spreading from between her legs and catching a bit of a cool nip from the air in Bastian’s room.

She could hear Bastian setting something on the ground directly in front of her. It landed with a clank on the stone and bone floor, which told her it was made of metal.

“What are you going to do to me?”

“Whatever I want.” He replied easily.

Bastian slid the apparatus directly under the apex of her thighs. It pressed up between her moist lips and put pressure directly on her clit. The cold metal made her jump away slightly as it slid home and was clicked in place—tightly in place.

Bastian whispered into her ear with a gravel in his voice while he fastened nipple clamps to her already pert nipples.

“The great thing about these is that—while you feel pain at first—you will go numb in short order. The real pain happens when they are removed.” Bastian clipped both nipples at the same time. His expertise and skill in this level of pleasure—or torture as it were—reflected in his deft movements.

A tug on the chain that connected the two clamps pulled a scream from Ren. The cool metal of the chain tapped her belly as the motion stopped. The metal device that was like sitting on the peak of a roof’s ridge was still firmly in place, and the little jump only served to intensify the pressure on Ren’s throbbing clit.

With a click and a sliding sound the pressure was removed. The same metal clanking sound but over to her left hand side made Ren turn her head in that direction.

“Don't worry your pretty little head, my pet. You’re doing so well for me already. I know that what I have in store for you will be perfect.” Bastian said as he walked around to behind the apparatus that Ren was tied into.

A set of chains hung off pulleys from the ceiling and he had begun to pull down on one of them. The rhythmic clanking as the safety catch of each link echoed through the room.

Ren felt herself leaning back and tried to grab on to anything she could. The only thing being her restraints themselves which made a new sensation of unease run through her body.

When the giant wooden ‘X’ that Ren was restrained on reaches a full horizontal state the clicking noise of the chain stops and the soft footsteps of Bastian return to her ears as all she can hear beyond her own heart thumping wildly in her chest.

“What’s happening?” Ren asked.

“Well, while I have you, I am going to feed from you.”

Bastian runs the dull side of the same blade that Ren had attempted to steal across her skin. The cool metal left a stippling of goosebumps behind.

“I promise I will hurt you, and that I will love every minute of it.”

“Why are you doing this to me?”

“You wanted this. You came to me. You want what only I can give you, and you know that.” Bastian tugged the blindfold off her head with one swift motion.

“Look at me and tell me you want to stop. This is the one and only time I will offer it.”

“Well…I…”

“As I thought. Now be a good pet and do as I say. No more arguments.”

Bastian set the knife down and pulled a gag from the table of instruments he gathered while she was upright and blindfolded. This one had nothing in the center but a large open hoop.

“Open that pretty little mouth of yours. You wont need to say anything else.”

“What if it’s too much, what happens if I need to stop?” Ren’s face pinched in anguish over the thoughts of everything that he could possibly do. Her anxiety bubbling to the surface had her shaking uncontrollably on that cross.

“Oh I can guarantee I will push you to your limits and beyond. But deep down inside that is exactly what you wanted, or you would never have walked through my door.”

Bastian held out the gag over Ren’s face and just hovered it there, wordlessly until she complied a short moment later.

“I knew you would make a great pet the moment I saw you in my cage.” Bastian hummed appreciatively as he fastened the buckle on the strap of leather holding the hoop of silicone. The material was pliable, but not so much that Ren could close her mouth more than a half centimeter or so.

A small latch on the side of the now table-topped stretcher released with a touch of Bastian’s finger and Ren’s head lolled backward, creating a perfect angle.

“Now. I am going to use your throat for my cock until I am sure that you will have a rasp when you speak. You will choke on this cock. Don’t fight, it only makes me want to steal your oxygen for longer.” Bastian unzipped his dark slacks and easily slid his semi hardened cock inside of her drool ridden mouth.

His member grew as he slipped in and out of the gaping hole the gag created.

“Stick your tongue out.” It was an order, not a request.

While Ren tried to follow the order she was given it was nearly impossible to get more than just the tip into the hoop. With the constant motion of Bastian’s ever hardening cock sliding through her mouth and bouncing now off the back of her throat the natural reaction she had was to try to swallow. She found this nearly impossible as well and gagged on the last stroke.

“Perfect little pet.” He wrapped his hands around her throat and squeezed as he pushed further into her open mouth, his thick base becoming snug into the ring. His zipper on his pants pressing into her nose. His balls tight and heavy behind the fabric bounced lightly as he made tiny movements in and out of her throat while she held her breath.

Ren started to squirm under the pressure of needing to breathe. Her heart pounded as it slowed. A ringing had started in her ears and her vision tunneled.

“Such a good little fuck toy for me to use as I please. Aren’t you my pet?”

Bastian released his grip and drew back. Removing his hard and thick cock from her mouth covered in drool.

With his cock erect and still dripping he reached over and gripped the knife in his fist. With a quick motion he slit her right across her throat. Not deep enough to cause any real damage, but enough that she started to bleed immediately.

Her cries of pain came a moment later after the sensation finally traveled beyond the shock of the action itself.

Bastian leaned over her and started to suck and slurp with wet kisses. Drinking in the warm blood as it pooled on her throat.

He continued to drink until the wound had all but closed itself up. Ren’s body managed to coagulate just enough to seal the slice even with Bastian lapping at the surface.

“Mmm, delectable.” He smacked his lips and wiped the back of his hand across his lips, smearing her blood from his lips to his ear. The one cheek painted in crimson like a lunatic clown with a crazy smile.

Bastian picked up the once discarded blindfold and carried over to the other side of the table. Her legs were still spread open, so he tied the fabric across her upper thigh, securing it to the wood below. This made her squirm a bit, and a couple of whimpers escaped.

“This won’t do.” He tsk tsk’d with his tongue against his teeth while walking back around. His hard veiny cock standing at attention and bobbing with each purposeful step.

While he reached behind her to unbuckle the gag, he casually slid his throbbing dick in once again, deeply, and held the back of her head where the buckle was to force it to the point her neck bulged out slightly from the action.

He held her there until her eyes began to water. The pressure of her needing to breathe too much. Her panic evident in the way her body started to thrash the little bit it could while being restrained.

Just when it seemed that she was going to die of suffocation, Bastian released his hold on her and withdrew himself, taking the gag with him.

Ren drew in deep breaths, gasping like a fish out of water around the excess drool that remained from having the gag on.

“Such a pretty pet when you have so much fear in your eyes.” Bastian caressed her cheek with one finger, tracing her tear’s path.

He returned to his place between her legs and fastened the gag around her other thigh. At that point he had both of her thighs spread wider than they had been, baring her to him in a way that made her even more vulnerable.

“I should have known that you were sadistic, evil even.” Ren spit with vitriol and determination to show her strength was still within her.

“You did know. You just didn’t know how much you would like it.” He said with a knowing smirk.

Bastian carved a small symbol inside the skin of her left inner thigh. The pain of the knife slicing through her skin made her squirm, wince, and grit her teeth—but it also had her pussy weeping.

“I can see that you have reached your limit, my pet. We will save the rest for another session. You are mine.”

He tucked himself back into his slacks and zipped up, still engorged and clearly needing a release.

Bastian leaned over and with a wide flat tongue licked from her ass to her little tuft of hair. He hummed appreciatively, and repeated his action, stopping for a second longer on her clit.

“You taste better than the blood of a virgin after I had been starved for a decade.”

Bastian bit her on the center of the mark he just created, and drank from her deeply.

Slipping two fingers easily into her glistening pussy. He hooked them upwards, and squeezed with his thumb on her throbbing clit. The motion he created with his inhuman speed was more intense than anything she had ever experienced. The orgasm was short lived, as she felt the world close around her and everything fading.

Bastian had taken so much blood from her that she passed out. Satiated with his session he started to untie and unbuckle her from the apparatus that held her in place for his torturous play.

“Grayson.” Bastian called to the man he knew entered the room when Ren screamed from having her throat cut.

He stepped forward from the shadows near the doorway. With a nod of his head, he addressed Bastian.

“Go ahead and take her back to her cage.”