Descent Into Darkness (14 page)

She felt free and unburdened from her usual guilt. If only Mistress Raven could see her now. Red stood dominating the scene, Raven would surely be impressed.

Red had seen the flash of lust in Amber’s eyes. She clearly still attracted her and that thrilled Red even more. She understood now how Mistress Raven felt, understood the intoxicating allure of her dark world completely.

A scene to be committed to memory, Red slowly unzipped the side pocket in her catsuit. Removing a sealed bag, she carefully opened it, unable to stop her smile. Taking out a cloth, she tipped the contents of the bottle onto it. Yes, she would be impressed, and clamping it firmly over Katarina’s nose and mouth, she enjoyed the initial struggles before the chloroform edged deeper, pushing Katarina’s consciousness aside.

CHAPTER XXV
I – Afternoon T

Katarina woke to a melodic concerto of birdsong. The poetic beauty warmed her soul while the sun warmed her within her comprehensive latex covering. It was uplifting, welcoming and spirited her to happy childhood days in summer meadows. Picnics by the river were richly treasured memories and she held them as beacons of light in her otherwise darkening world.

She tried to roll onto her side to see if she could see the birds, she always liked watching them, but the sharp jab of pain in her hip restricted her movement and ropes stretching her arms out at 90 degrees grew taught, yanking back both her body and mind.

It was beyond warm actually, it was hot. She was lying face up, and thanks to the latex, felt like she was boiling in her own sweat. Midday? No, Katarina guessed it to be a little later, though there was no real way of telling exactly how long she had slumbered under the effects of the chloroform that thumped a beat in her head.

Feeling gradually returned to the extremities of her body. She became aware that she was bound on the grass, arms wide, legs stretched out but roped together. Her socks and trainers had been removed and she lay slowly cooking in the hot sun. She should have drunk more but with her head held underwater by Red, her sole thought had been survival - no doubt they would say she had her chance.

They were dormant, for now, but Katarina could feel the inserts still there and she couldn’t quite ease the discomfort as they nudged together every time she breathed.

The birdsong now seemed to taunt her, joyously free in contrast with her captivity. God it was hot. A shadow gave her some relief, creeping across her pinned body to temporarily offer respite from the burning heat. Welcome, soothing, Katarina opened her eyes with a thankful smile only to be met with an unmistakable silhouette that drove away any warmth. The page boy haircut, the dark unfeeling eyes, the figure to die for. It was Mistress Raven.

Not the dread she had expected, Katarina’s emotions this time pirouetted a strange dance as fear and loathing mingled. There was a bizarre hit of excitement too but then this woman was her life. Katarina instantly slapped the thought down.

Perfect. That was how she looked with her makeup
just so
and expensively tailored suit. It struck Katarina as an anachronism. She bound in see-thru latex while her tormentor towered over her dressed as if ready for some kind of executive lunch.

Little did Katarina know just now close she was in that thought. Mistress Raven glanced at her watch. She had time before the lawyer showed up, just enough, and Raven crouched beside her victim.

A manicured hand slid beneath Katarina’s still heavy head, cradling it gently as she leant down to place the sweetest of kisses. So beautiful. The thought didn’t appall Katarina as it should and she responded with a slight parting of her lips.

Cherry, or was it strawberry? It could have been either as the tongue pressed into Katarina’s mouth. A hand trailed down her taught body before resting on the head of the phallus still deep inside, pressing gently in reward for the returned kiss.

The lips withdrew and, instinctively, Katarina followed. “You want more, my pretty whore?” Raven pressed the rubber phallus once again as she whispered. At first a hesitant nod and Raven ushered Katarina further. “Say it girl, say it for me,” her tone hinting at the potential rewards it would bring.

Katarina pressed her head upward, reaching for those lips, wanting another taste. “Say it! You know what I want to hear.” The voice came again, more authoritative, less chance for denial. She needed those lips, needed that tenderness and in an outpouring of emotion Katarina stammered about wanting more. She didn’t respond though. Katarina’s mind raced. What did she want? What did she
really
want? And the then realisation struck her.

They were words that Mistress Raven had longed for. Offered voluntarily, they meant so much more than just five words strung together. “Mistress Raven is my life.” The whispered, almost apologetic tone was enough for now. No kiss for her though, need was always a weapon to wield and Raven rose with a smile, the girl realising that she was unquestionably hers.

== ~ ==

It felt as though a dam had burst, spilling its contents to sweep away all before it. “Mistress Raven is my life.” It had been so logical to say, so natural, that Katarina wondered why she had fought it so hard. Forced or otherwise, Mistress Raven, she of the brutal beauty,
was
her life. As the stiletto was presented to Katarina’s lips, she placed a respectful kiss on the very tip.

== ~ ==

Seconds merged into minutes and longer as the sun edged round to boil more of Katarina’s staked-out body. Mistress Raven had long gone, effortlessly gliding across the lawn in heels that would trip anyone less-skilled and Katarina was left with the thought of the kiss and what she had said.

The squawk to her right rocked her out of her reflections and an exploratory peck jabbed into her thigh. She kicked out but was unable to move. Thankfully her associated shout did the job, causing the carrion bird to realise its mistake and flap away to safety.

Visitor number two though was the one that ignited Katarina’s panic. Buzzing was what first caught her attention as the fly zipped around, gaining courage to come closer as it flitted in repetitive circles. The sweet smell had caught on the wind and had drawn the fly inexorably toward her. It wasn’t long before it swooped, alighting on Katarina’s lips before lifting away again having sampled the sugary taste.

It soon returned, happy with the appetiser and wanting more. It landed on her cheek before darting toward her tightly pursed lips still shining with the sweet traces of the lips of Mistress Raven. The tickle of six minutely haired feet was exasperating but the arrival of the second then the third risked driving Katarina to madness. She now understood the true intent of those kisses as visitor after visitor swooped down from the gathering swarm that billowed around her head.

Even in her absence, Raven expertly tormented her. Her momentary compassion Katarina now knew was little more than a vehicle to drive her still closer to the precipice she feared she was already falling over. She shook her head furiously, as much to deny her capitulation as to dislodge the flies that found her lips so inviting.

On and on it went and she fought bitterly to suppress the scream which welled up and nagged to be unleashed - the fear of the flies entering her mouth catalysing her resistance. Not previously a phobia, this would mark the start of one as they buzzed and tickled her sensitive lips that already tingled from being exposed to the direct sun.

Her throat was parched and the world seemed a little more distant as Katarina edged toward dehydrated delirium. She may die here. The thought was vivid through the haze. At least the torment would stop and she would win with her final escape. A strange thought, a surprising thought and yet in it there was something that murmured its appeal.

A shadow returned, removing the edge from the heat that filled the catsuit with her sweat. Though welcome, Katarina kept her eyes screwed tightly closed, fearing both the flies and whatever torture was in store for her next.

She felt the waft of a hand waving away the flies and, for the first time in too long, inhaled deeply, ignoring the discomfort from her bruised side. The scent told her that the new visitor was a woman and as a stray strand of sweat-matted hair was carefully nudged aside, Katarina opened her eyes to look straight into those of Amber.

Carefully, Katarina’s bonds were removed. Her arms were released from their stretched positions but, with legs still tightly bound together, thoughts of escape were irrelevant.

“Sit up,” said the woman with a gentle guiding hand at the back of Katarina’s neck. Without further word, Katarina’s wrists were roped together, inescapable and yet not tight enough to turn her hands blue. Secure but not painful, it was the first time it had not been inflicted when a clear opportunity presented.

Swivelling to sit on Katarina’s thighs, Amber cut away the ropes that ensnared Katarina’s ankles, knees and thighs. “Try to run and you’ll be hurt.” Katarina nodded and with a deep breath stilled the urge to bolt as gloved hands raised her onto unsteady legs.

“The T-staking helps your muscles stretch out. It helps recovery from the circuits, Katarina.” It was the first time her name had been used since the hotel. The volumes it spoke and the smile that accompanied it filled Katarina with hope. “It was my suggestion.”

For an all too brief moment, their eyes met, forging an understanding that needed no words. Raising Katarina to her feet, Amber led her back to the mansion. Eventually arriving at the washroom from the day before, Katarina peeled away the sucking latex catsuit on command and stood there, naked, as Amber looked on.

The water would be welcome today, she needed it to cool down, maybe even catching handfuls to drink. With no Mela to protect and no bodily warmth to share, it immediately chilled her to the bone and Katarina staggered but then braced and stood. Special attention was again lavished on those sensitive areas she vainly protected and peering beyond the jet, the sight of the redhead wielding the hose was exactly as she had expected. The jet moved like a frosty masseuse. In a strange way it soothed as Katarina could feel it drive away the aches from her overworked muscles.

CHAPTER XXVII – Into Evening

They called it education and an education it certainly was. Bound naked to
a chair Katarina could do nothing but watch the screen as a mechanical phallus slowly rose through a hole in the base, pushing inside her, then being lowered with equally deliberate speed. Over and over, but it wasn’t enough, it was never quite enough but it kept her primed. It would have been designed that way of course, to anchor the video by associating her training with the stimulation she received.

The Anatomical Guide to Pleasuring a Man. The title had said it all really. The sordid documentary spooled through technique after technique. An hour, maybe more, slowly it drew Katarina in as the phallus continued without respite or respect. She watched. What harm could it do? When she got out of this place, better to take something tangible away. So Katarina watched and furthered her education.

== ~ ==

The video closed with a fade to show a still picture of Michael Immelmann. No real surprise there either, Katarina was learning their methods. Toned he certainly was. He was shown naked astride an equally naked woman, her face hidden behind a leather hood. It could have been anyone but the woman on screen had obviously been chosen for her resemblance in body to Katarina; the association was not lost on her.

The image remained, burning itself indelibly into her memory as she sat, happy for the chance to snatch some rest, despite the constant cadence of her mechanical violator.

A noise behind Katarina wrenched her away from the image and she turned to see Amber entering the room. Tall and lean in a less obvious way than Red, she strode with a confident purpose. “Dinner time,” she stated, flicking a switch on the back of the chair to still the phallus.

Methodical as always, Amber worked to release Katarina’s arms, leaving her legs welded to the chair with a mesh of rope. Katarina trusted her. She wouldn’t have run but still nothing was left to chance and her wrists were roped together and rested back on her lap.

Katarina, still naked, crept her hand between her legs, wanting to cover her modesty but when there found her fingers pressing against the legacy of her training. “Easy girl,” the warning snapped, accompanied by a light rap across her knuckles. Katarina frowned, damnit she needed that. Leather-gloved fingers squeezed together her pursed lips. “Quit pouting,” Amber admonished further.

Katarina raised her gaze to be met with eyes that showed unfamiliar warmth. “That’s
my
job.” Amber’s hand squeezed over Katarina’s.

== ~ ==

Amber knew she was taking a chance but she had to. She couldn’t see the poor woman broken, she needed to give her something to hang her sanity onto. She would also enjoy it, in fact greatly so, and the danger of that thrilled her. Red was leaving her behind. It was better that way and perhaps fate had a hand. The woman was quite something and as Amber’s fingers began to play, the prospect of potential discovery filled her with frissons of excitement and the adrenalin of fear added to the cocktail.

Looking down, Amber could see the girl wouldn’t take long as the pink-gloved fingers quickly found their target. Pink. God how she hated pink but it was yet another of Raven’s sick power trips, leaving daily instructions on the colour of leathers to be worn by both Amber and Red.

They always had to match, but Amber cherished her individuality and knew that to Raven they were no more than twin tools to carry out her will. Raven also knew how she despised pink with its bubble gum girlie connotations and Raven took delight on playing with that.

It wasn’t Amber’s style, not by any stretch of the imagination. Right from when she’d grown up on the farm with her brothers she’d had to be just as tough as they were, one of the boys. Even when glamming up though, pink hadn’t darkened her door, her preference laying rather with more dramatic reds and blacks that made her blonde hair stand out.

Amber felt exploratory fingers lightly touch her and she instinctively took a half step away before catching herself. Why not? Amber reasoned, she could certainly do with it and, positioning herself between Katarina and the cameras, she stepped closer so the fingers could rejoin her.

== ~ ==

There was warmth there that drew her and Katarina reached out for it both metaphorically and physically, touching the pastel pink leather which quickly and disappointingly lurched away. Her eyes darted up to meet eyes that now questioned and reprimanded in equal measure.

That split second of hesitation called out loudly. Yes, she wants it, confirming the suspicions that had seeded in her mind that morning. Katarina wanted to push open that door, perhaps it would lead to freedom, but her reasoning was already clouding behind attentive fingers. This was more than just use, more than just opportunity. This was something else, something deliciously divine.