A FEW DAYS LATER, WHEN THEY still hadn’t heard anything about the break-in from the detective in charge of the case, Brian called the police department and asked what was going on with the investigation.
The detective he was transferred to sounded sympathetic, but resolute. “We found some prints on those big boxes in the back that had been opened and ransacked. But all the prints belonged to your girlfriend, her sister, or the sister’s boyfriend,” she told him. “No one else. There was no forced entry, and your girlfriend came away with no injuries. I’m afraid we don’t have enough to go on.”
Brian knew enough about law enforcement to know “not enough to go on” meant “we have bigger priorities to worry about, like rapes and murders, so you’re shit out of luck.” He thanked the woman and hung up.
“I really was lucky,” Samantha said after he recanted the conversation. “It could have been a lot worse.”
“Yeah, well, it’s not happening again,” he replied. Brian had personally taken over the task of outfitting her shop with video cameras and new locks, ones that didn’t bolt from the inside. And he hired an off-duty police officer to patrol the area by her store in the evenings before Samantha went home. Samantha felt just as safe there now as she did in her own home.
“You really didn’t have to go through all the trouble,” Samantha said, looking at him with eyes like a doe’s. They had been through this conversation a few times already. Although Samantha still protested all his effort, she appreciated his protection more than she cared to admit.
“It was no trouble, and yes, I had to do it,” he said. “You’re mine. I take care of what’s mine.”
“Mmm.” She smiled, pleased.
“Speaking of what’s mine, I have something special planned for tonight. So why don’t you head downstairs and get ready, my delicious little sub, and I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
“Something special? How special?”
Brian’s eyebrows rose. “Are you questioning me, Sam?”
“No–no, Sir.” She quickly got up from her spot on the couch and headed down to the dungeon.
By the time Brian joined her, Samantha was naked and ready for him. She was kneeling on the floor by the door, hair down, wrists crossed behind her back, knees apart, chin to her chest.
Brian gazed at her bent form for a minute, admiring the picture she presented, the submission she radiated out to him. It called to him like a beacon, like a ship being called home. No other woman’s submission had ever affected him so much. He bade her to rise.
“Get on the padded bench,” he said, pointing her over. “Hands and knees with ass in the air, nice and proud.”
The bench Brian motioned her to was a new addition to the dungeon. It was exactly what the name implied, a low padded bench, one that Samantha could use to remain on her hands and knees and keep her ass in the air for long periods of time without hurting her knees or wrists. Brian liked it because he could tie her wrists and legs down but still have access to her breasts, which hung down like ripe peaches. He liked to attach clamps to her nipples and pull them down, or use a small chain to tie them around the bench. Sometimes, Brian would use a longer chain and loop it over her back, so he could grab onto it and pull as he fucked her from behind. There was no end to his depravity.
Samantha did as told, positioning herself on hands and knees on the bench and arching her back to lift her butt. Without ceremony, Brian began to tie her down. Samantha watched him come around her body without saying anything, but her eyes conveyed her rising fear. Brian didn’t always restrain her anymore, not if he thought she could take the pain without moving. If he was tying her down, it meant he thought she might try to get away.
“There now,” he said when he was done. “I’ll go get my new toy.”
“New toy?”
Brian didn’t answer; he was already disappearing into the other room. When he came back, he stood before her, feet parted, back stiff, looking as handsome and confident as he always did, making Samantha catch her breath.
In his hand, he was holding what appeared to be a small toy light saber. Samantha’s eyes widened in surprise. What would he possibly want to do with that? But then she realized it wasn’t a child’s plaything, it was too compact and sleek. “Sir–what is that?”
“Hold on, I have to plug it in.” As he spoke, he untwisted the electric cord snaking away from the wand and plugged it into the nearest outlet. Soon, the whole wand began to hum and glow purple. Brian smiled. “Ah, now it’s good to go,” he said.
All the spit in Samantha’s mouth dried up. “Please, Sir, what is that?”
“I think you know,” Brian said, grinning his sadistic grin that always held the promise of pain in Samantha’s near future. “It’s a violet wand, used for all kinds of fun electrical play.”
Samantha’s eyes grew huge. Her face paled. “Is this going to hurt?”
Brian laughed. “Oh, my Sam. Yes, I think it’s safe to say it’s going to hurt. But how it’s going to hurt I can’t tell you. That’s something you’ll have to find out for yourself. Then you can tell me exactly what the pain feels like.”
“I don’t know….”
“I want you to try it. I’ve got more planned after this.”
“More new toys?”
“No, not new toys…you’re beginning to talk too much. Now stop it: and brace yourself.”
“Sir, I’m scared.”
His eyes softened, then came into sharp focus. “I know, but thank you for telling me. Close your eyes if you need to, and breathe.”
Samantha closed her eyes, sensing Brian coming around to position himself next to her ass. For a few seconds, he left her waiting, and Samantha grew tense and anxious. Then, for a brief moment, he held the violet wand against her ass, but slightly above it, creating an electric current from the wand to her skin. Samantha shrieked.
“Yow!”
“How was it?” Brian was already rubbing her butt where the current had touched her.
“It stings! It’s like an electric shock!”
“Well, yes, that makes sense,” Brian said, laughing again. Samantha couldn’t help laughing, too. “I’m going to do it again now. Ready?”
Before she could answer, Brian held the wand close her other ass cheek, and Samantha shrieked again.
“This is terrible!” She said, laughing and howling at the same time. “I feel like you’re holding one of those practical joke hand-buzzers against my ass!”
“Interesting,” Brian said. “Maybe I’ll try running it against your ass a bit longer this time.”
“Wait!”
Too late, Brian brought the tip of the electric wand close to the delicate skin of her hip, and this time, he slowly moved the wand down her butt, around the curve, and across her thigh. Samantha yelled and twisted in the restraints.
“Please, Sir, seriously!” She didn’t know whether she should laugh or cry, and the sounds coming out of her throat sounded ridiculous. “It stings!”
Brian moved it around her body for a few more minutes, circling her ass and thighs, enjoying the way Samantha jerked and twisted on the bench. When a thin film of sweat began to shine across her back, he came around to her front.
“Let’s put that talented mouth of yours to good use,” he said. “Open up.”
Samantha opened her mouth, and Brian pushed his cock down her tongue until he hit the back of her throat. When Samantha flinched, he pulled back a little…but then he reached down with the violet wand and held it close to the side of her left breast.
Samantha shrieked around his cock–and reflexively pulled him down her tongue.
“Ah, this is nice,” Brian murmured. He held the wand to her right breast next, circling the distended nipple, and Samatha began to suck his cock like an oral fixation, the way she did often when Brian was forcing her down into subspace faster than she would normally go herself.
He shocked her again and again with the violet wand, and each time he did, Samantha would cringe, stiffen, cry out, and suck harder. Brian’s cock was soon hard and huge, and Samantha was beginning to gag from it.
“I think that’s enough for today with this toy,” Brian said, pleasure thick in his voice. “We’ll take it out again another time, and try different things with it. Like maybe try it on your nipples.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
Brian couldn’t tell if she was being sarcastic or not, but decided to let it go. Soon enough, any composure she still had left to smart-mouth him with would be gone.
“On to the next activity,” he said. “I need to go get something. Wait right here. Don’t go anywhere.” He smiled as he heard Samantha snort. Then he unplugged the violet wand and disappeared into the bedroom, taking the glowing toy with him.
This time, when he returned, he was holding a bottle of lube.
“What’s that for?” They had used lube before, for a few extra-large toys Brian knew would need some help getting into her pussy. But he wasn’t holding any toys in his hands, just the lube.
“It’s for me,” Brian answered. “Well, actually, it’s for you.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s to lube up your ass.”
“My…my ass?” Samantha’s voice turned into a sharp squeak.
Brian had only taken her up the ass once before, long ago, during her visit to the Hotel Bentmoore. But she had been deep in subspace at the time, and primed with ginger.
In the past few days, Brian had hinted now and then he thought she was ready to try anal again, but Samantha had always frowned without answering. She was scared. Brian’s cock was huge, and could do her real harm if he was not careful.
Seeing her fear, the look on her face, Brian knelt down by her head and ran his hand down her cheek.
“It’ll hurt,” he said. “At least, at first. But you’ll take it.”
Samantha didn’t look in his eyes, but at his thick, proud cock. “Is this what you want, Sir?”
“Oh, God, yes.” He nodded slowly, once.
“Then…okay.” Her lip was already quivering with fright. “But go slow? Please, Sir?”
“Yes. Slow, until you take it all.”
“Yes, Sir.” She squeezed her eyes shut, and squeezed them even harder as she heard Brian come around behind her. She could hear him lubing up his cock, rubbing it slowly up and down, greasing it for its difficult journey.
A second later she felt him spread open her ass cheeks and poke the head of his cock directly onto her asshole. Instinctively, Samantha clenched up, but Brian kept up his steady, unrelenting pressure, and a moment later, his helmeted tip breached her rear gate.
“Owwww…” Samantha let out a low moan. The pressure built, as did the pain, as Brian slid his prick slowly into her ass. Samantha could feel the ridge of the helmeted tip make it through her tight ring of muscle. She gasped.
With the head of his cock lodged firmly inside her ass, Brian stopped and gave her a minute to breathe. Then he continued to press in, pushing slowly with his hips, sighing from the delicious thrill of his cock rubbing against her squeezing rectal sleeve. The lube eased his way, but she was still very, very tight, and clenched now and then from fear and pain.
As his cock widened, Samantha began to tense even more, straining her muscles and sinews.
“Sir, please, wait–”
“Breathe, Sam.” He kept going.
“Sir please, it’s too big, it’s too big–”
“Take it.”
“Ow, oh god, ow–” She began to howl and fight her restraints. Behind her, Brian kept pushing in. His eyes were closed, and he had an intent look on his face, but his lips curled up every time her voice rose to an even higher pitch.
“Please, please, oh god, oh god–”
“You’re almost there, Samantha. You can take it.”
“Sir, please!”
“Scream for me now.” He lunged.
She did scream, long and horrible, as Brian pumped the rest of his monstrous cock into her clenching, throbbing hole. Then her body went limp: Brian was all the way in, gifting her with an ass full of cock, and was now grinding his hips against her soft cheeks to let her know she had it all.
He eased out of her, slowly, and Samantha continued to contract all around his hard length, letting out plaintive cries.
“Oh god, Brian. Oh god.” The pressure was intense, the sensations overwhelming. Samantha felt stuffed, and her asshole ached with his every movement.
Brian continued to ease out, then in, gasping from the thrills of her velvety grip and delicious heat. Then he grabbed her by the hips and began to pump into her in earnest, with quick, sharp thrusts of his cock.
Samantha responded by jerking her body in the restraints and letting out a few high pitched, desperate cries. But at that point, Brian could tell she was beginning to enjoy his brutal fucking. Her cries held that tone he could recognize now, that certain quality that told him she was enjoying what he was giving her as much as he was enjoying the giving. Her cries spurred him on, and Samantha let out another howl, this one of hungry urgency.
He slipped his hand around her body and dug his fingers inside her pussy until he found her swollen clit. Then he began to rub it, using his hand in conjunction with his cock.
Samantha was whining now like a filly in heat.
“I need to come, Sir, I need to come, please!”
“Go ahead,” Brian said. “Come, Samantha.”
He pumped into her, hard and fast, and marvelled at the way her rear channel clamped down to milk his entire length. He came just as she did, exploding his balls into her back passage.
“Holy shit.”
The words did not come from Brian.
Brian and Samantha both turned to the source of the voice, and saw Jake, standing by the dungeon door, looking shocked.
Then three things happened at once: Samantha began to scream out a litany of “oh gods” and fight her restraints, Brian pulled out of her ass so fast it hurt, and Jake started running back up the stairs, yelling “I’m sorry, I’m sorry” as he went.
It took a while, but Brian finally managed to get Samantha untied and calmed down. He carried her to the bathroom so she wouldn’t run upstairs naked and kill his boss; then he helped her wash, caressing her ass to make it feel better as he tried to soothe her anger with soft words.
Samantha wasn’t in pain anymore, but she was more embarrassed than she had ever felt in her life, and still blushed as she remembered the look on Jake’s face. It would take a while for her to recover from that, or at least, be able to look Jake in the eyes again.
Brian needed a while longer to recover, too. At that moment, he wanted nothing better than to go upstairs and punch his boss in the face.
