Pure Vengeance

Chapter 10

CHAPTER TEN

Base Requirements

Hannah

Stretching her mouth wide, she let out a sigh. It had taken an age for the bastard to remove the gag. Her aching jaw had screamed for relief by the time he finally permitted the liberation. She didn’t want to do anything to risk a revisit from the plastic she loved to hate, but equally, she wasn’t sure how much longer she could stay strapped to the damn dentist’s chair.

How has this happened?

The question throbbed in her head as she stared at the graying paintwork of the strange room. She’d been excited about the date with Saul. She’d arrived expectant and full of optimistic apprehension, but in the end, her beau hadn’t just stood her up. He’d turned out to be the same monster who’d taken her before.

At least he removed the clamps.

She glanced down at her sore nipples to confirm the point. Naturally, he’d insisted she beg for the privilege, and he smirked as, knowing there was no other way, she duly complied. Compared to the Lawes she recalled of old, he’d relented fast, removing the pressure and making a big show of how he’d slipped them into his pocket for the next time.

She shuddered silently at the thought, demoralized and exhilarated about the plight in equal measure.

“What are you going to do to me, Mr. Lawes, sir?”

He’d mentioned a plan earlier, and suddenly, she had to know.

All this sitting around, playing his bound and helpless victim, might be good for her clitoris, but it weighed heavily on her soul. Hannah had plummeted down this rabbit hole before, and she had a good idea of how deep it went. What she wasn’t sure of, though, was whether or not she could endure another round of Lawes’ attention. Particularly now that there were no other poor women to distract him.

She couldn’t be reduced to this, could she? Couldn’t only be a thing he used for pleasure and stimulation. She was more than this—better—and she’d worked too damn hard to watch the walls of her castle come crumbling down around her again.

No. Resolve resounded in her mind.

She wouldn’t allow it.

He looked up from the old, comfortable seat to her left, his expression irritatingly impassive.

“Whatever I like.”

Shit.

That wasn’t what she wanted to hear. Better there was a plan, even if it was a dark and dastardly one she loathed. If there was a plan, then she had something to work with, something to hang on to in the coming hours of torment, but without one, she was lost to the consuming madness.

What difference does it make?

There had never been a plan at the surgery. It seemed Lawes’ and Fuller’s only goal had been to collect as many petrified women as they could, dehumanize them, and make them exist in their own empire of subjugation.

Was that what this was about, too? Had she just become the center of the pervert’s entire world? Out of jail and clearly unhinged, he seemed to have little else to captivate his concentration.

“Please.” She hated the desperation in her voice. “I need to use the bathroom.”

In the end, it was all she could think to say. She didn’t especially need to use the toilet, but she assumed the desire would demand he release her.

Fleetingly, she permitted her mind to flit back to those dark basement days and recall how the women had been forced to take care of their most basic needs. She prayed to anything holy that was prepared to listen that Lawes had a better provision in mind this time around.

“How badly?” He rose to his full height, frowning as he stalked toward her.

Once again, she was struck by just how tall he seemed, but then she supposed that was inevitable when she was always sitting, kneeling, or crawling in his presence.

“Very,” she squeaked, unsure whether to use his preposterous fucking title again or not. She didn’t want to piss him off at such a critical juncture. She knew a brute like Lawes would use any potential need against her. “Please, Mr. Lawes, sir.”

“Hmmm.” He folded his arms in front of his enormous chest. Prison might have grayed him, but it didn’t seem to have diminished his impressive physique. “Fine. There’s a toilet along the corridor.” He nodded to the door at the end of the room. “But first, we’ll need to get you ready.”

Her heart picked up its pace, her emotions swinging from hope to concern. When a man like Lawes suggested readying her, it would invariably mean something demeaning. It always did. She just wasn’t sure what yet.

“Wait here.” He sniggered as he walked away, apparently entertained by his quip. Of course, she was going to wait. What else could she do, strapped down as she was?

“I accept you’ll have to move around the property.”

His voice carried from the rear of her chair, and not for the first time, she wondered what he kept there. It seemed every time he returned, he was adorned with another instrument of her torment, as though he had everything laid out there… just waiting for her arrival. As the anxiety in her belly knotted, she realized that was probably exactly what he’d done.

“But there are rules, little girl.”

She caught sight of the plastic toy in his hand even before his face had come back into view, her pussy clenching at what his ‘rules’ might mean. He’d been right about one thing earlier. He could make the experience good for her if he chose to, but the insidious idea of decrees set down by Lawes suggested otherwise.

“This.” He thrust the dildo closer to her, and she noticed how the wide end seemed to have a base. “Is for your delectable backside.”

Her brow furrowed. My arse?

“Not what you were expecting?” He chuckled.

“No, Mr. Lawes, sir.” There seemed no harm in admitting it. She still couldn’t see how the toy linked to the so-called rules, although she was too afraid to ask for clarification.

“Let me explain.” He turned the dildo around, allowing her to survey its smooth length. “This isn’t just a regular sex toy, little girl. It has a special purpose.”

She didn’t like the sound of that.

“Once inserted into your gorgeous arse, it’s controlled by this…” He slipped his hand into his pocket, this time pulling out a small black box.

Hannah stared at the thing, trying to understand his meaning.

“It’s remote-controlled,” he explained. “And when activated, it discharges a small electric shock.”

“A shock?” Her breath caught. He couldn’t surely be advocating for electrocution, could he?

“Nothing too onerous, of course, but enough to stop you in your tracks.” His voice dissolved into low laughter. “I don’t think you’ll be going too far when it’s activated.”

“You want to shock me?” Emotion choked in her throat. Lawes was a sadistic fucker. She knew that, but this seemed to be taking his cruel streak to a whole new level. He was proposing to electrocute her—possibly in her most sensitive place—all because she’d broken some invented rule.

“It’s designed to be a deterrent only.” Cradling her left breast in his palm, he leaned closer. “Do as you’re told, and I need never activate the shocking system.”

Her mouth fell open as she tried to fathom his meaning. The toy in his hands could be used to shock her as and when he decided she’d warranted it. He was intending to treat her like cattle.

This is worse than before!

Panic consumed her, rising from the inside and charging through her body in thick, dreadful waves.

“I don’t want to be shocked, Mr. Lawes, sir.” Ignoring his roaming hand, she locked gazes with him, wanting to make sure he understood. “Please!”

“Good.” His voice was softer. “That means the deterrent will work. I don’t want to shock you either, little girl. So, be good, and we’ll both be happy.”

Hannah couldn’t imagine anything about her current predicament making her happy, her pounding heart and the adrenaline racing around her body making it hard to think, but she didn’t press the point.

“It’s going in now.” Inclining in her direction, he pressed a chaste kiss on her forehead. “I have plenty of lube, but honestly, you’re so fucking wet, I don’t think we’ll need much.”

Shame echoed in her chest, mingling with the horrified heat and spreading in her face as she accepted he was right. She was wet. The bloody vibrator had made sure she was, but that didn’t mean she wanted him to shove the damn plastic inside her backside, and she certainly didn’t want to be shocked.

“I want you to relax.” His terse tone conveyed her lack of choice. The electrified dildo was going in. “Tensing up will only make this worse for you.”

She balled her hands into fists as he strode to the other end of her chair, cast the vibrator aside, and pressed the dildo between her legs. The unyielding plastic skimmed her skin, taunting her as it slid toward its goal.

“So. Fucking. Wet.” Slipping the toy along her sex, he punctured each word by dipping the end slowly inside her needy pussy.

She almost groaned as the dildo goaded her, knowing everything it stood for was so wrong, yet unable to prevent the simmering arousal that clouded her thoughts and insisted it was right.

“I won’t ever punish you for being too excited.” He smiled as he withdrew the implement, gliding it along her body until it grazed her rectum. “You don’t have to worry about that.”

Her muscles contracted reflexively as the toy stilled over her dark hole. Despite his warning and her bubbling need, her instinct was to make the task as difficult for him as possible.

“What did I say?” He glanced up, one brow arching as his free hand walloped her left cheek.

“I’m s-sorry,” she stammered. “I can’t help it!”

“Re-lax!” He gave the command in two exaggerated syllables, as if having someone she already loathed shove an electric dildo up her arse was a normal, run-of-the-mill experience. In his depraved little world, maybe it was. “Deep breaths, Hannah. Come on!”

Slowly, she forced in air through her mouth, releasing it as the toy nudged at her rectum. She accepted another shaky breath as it slid inside her a few centimeters, resigning herself to the new, ungainly fullness. Sadly, the position he’d compelled her legs into meant there were few other ways to actively resist the intrusion, and in any event, she knew Lawes well enough to know he’d have his way—one way or the other.

By the time the toy was in place to his satisfaction, she was practically panting, humiliated by its imposition and terrified about what the electric shock would feel like. That was, she assumed, the way he wanted her to feel.

Alone and afraid.

Bastard.

Sniffing back her tears, her focus lingered on his conceited expression as he clapped his hands together.

“All done!” He beamed at her. “And I should inform you, the toy is tamper-proof. Do you know what that means?”

She had a horrible feeling that she did, but she shook her head regardless, still attempting to become accustomed to her new interloper. “No, Mr. Lawes, sir.”

“It means that once I set the sensor on the toy, anyone else’s touch but mine will trigger the alarm.”

Hannah sensed the blood draining from her face as he went on.

“And that alarm automatically triggers the shocking mechanism.”

“Oh.” Her voice wavered, and this time, her concern was definitely warranted.

If what Lawes was telling her was correct, if she even so much as trailed a finger inadvertently over the base of the huge plug shoved into her arse, then she’d spark the shock herself.

She could scarcely even pull in a breath.

“Now you may get down, little girl.” Moving to her arm, he started to work on the strap holding her left wrist. “I’ll show you where the toilet is.”