The Decimation of Mae (The Blue Butterfly) (9 page)

He was stunning, the sheer power he projected in that
moment of euphoria hypnotising me, holding every single part of me hostage as I
watched his satisfaction.

We both stilled when the door swung open and the woman
who had tended to me earlier pushed through with a tray in her hands. Her eyes
widened on us as she gasped.

“GET OUT!” Master bellowed at her.

“I’m so sorry, Daniel.” She flustered as she quickly
diverted her eyes and fled back through the door.

“Don’t look at me!” Master hissed when my eyes found his
again.

He pulled himself back together but I refused his request
and watched him quickly tuck himself away. Pain and torment held his
expression, his disgust at what had just occurred hurting something inside me.

“I’m sorry I repulse you,” I whispered without thinking.
I shouldn’t have been sorry, I shouldn’t have given a damn what he thought of
me, but strangely I did. I wanted him to like me, to desire me. There was
something about him, no matter how dark his depravity went, that called to me,
as though his soul mirrored my own, its call for comfort and understanding
denying my hatred towards him.

His eyes snapped to mine and his brow wrinkled. His eyes
penetrated deep within me as slight confusion influenced his expression. He was
quiet for a moment, his body tight and still as his eyes concentrated on mine.
He then gave me a simple nod.

“Clean yourself. I shall be back later and we will start
your education.”

Education?

He didn’t give me a chance to respond before he stormed
from the room. His anger controlled his posture, his shoulders pulled back, the
thick muscle of them straining the expensive material of his shirt. His
backside was firm, the taut fabric of his trousers showcasing his tight
buttocks. 

I lowered my eyes to the floor as I sat back on my heels,
disgusted with myself for checking him out.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I asked myself as the
portly woman once more appeared in the doorway.

She gave me a small smile. “I’ve left the soup to warm
whilst you take a shower.”

I nodded and pulled myself up, allowing her to lead me
into the bathroom. I watched her as she pre-warmed the water and collected a
few things in readiness for me.

“What’s your name?”

She turned to me, her expression troubled and full of
lost hope. “Pauline.”

I smiled back at her. “Well, thank you, Pauline.”

She frowned as she slipped her hand under the spray of
water to check the temperature. “What for?”

“For showing me kindness. For treating me as a human and
not a dog. For helping me.”

She swallowed heavily but shook her head. “Do not let my
care confuse you. I am ordered to do these things, none of them are from my own
compassion. You are stock, Mae, and I must treat you as such.”

My stomach plummeted at her words and tears burnt my
eyes. Did no one in this place care? Were they all on a mission to hurt me? My
heart ached when I realised that my final days on this earth would be
surrounded by people who hated me, people who neither liked nor cared for me.

I nodded and stepped into the shower, releasing her of
her discomfort. I waited until the sound of the door closed before I slid to
the floor and released the torrent of unhappiness that choked my throat.

Despair and resignation brought frantic sobs. I wished
for the progression of my cancer, hoped for its end to relieve me. As though empathising,
my brain throbbed in reply, letting me know it was the only thing on my side.

It was with me, the tumour feeding from me, the only
thing that needed me. The only thing that could grant me an escape from this
nightmare and I prayed for it to hurry the fuck up.

     “Feed from it, Mae.” His voice was tight, the timbre to it a deep rasp as
though my pain was his pleasure. “Let the sensation take you higher.”

How the fuck did he expect me to
take it higher
when every single inch of my skin blazed, my body already soaring with
awareness?

“I can’t,” I sobbed out. “Please, no more.”

He was relentless, the lash of the whip on my back severe
and gruelling. “Shut down your mind, lamb. You should be accustomed to this,
the slice of your soft skin, the flow of blood beyond your body. You are merely
a vessel, a holding for something that carries the pain around your body. Set
it free, Mae. Release the pain with the spill of your blood.”

What the fuck was this guy on? He was crazy; a freak
against nature.

“Would you like to swap places? Show me how it should be
done? Maybe my skin is too thin, you know, or maybe I’m just a chicken.” I
ground out, my temper hanging on by a thread and giving me courage to rant.

He stilled immediately and I grimaced. Oh Christ, I’d
upset him again.

I sighed in preparation but my eyes widened when he
spluttered. I was too scared to remove my forehead from the floor but his deep
chuckle shocked me. I wouldn’t have ever had him down as a chuckler, however it
lit something inside me and I started to giggle with him.

“Your skin is too thin?” he mocked. “What the bloody hell,
Mae?”

I shrugged as laughter rendered me heavy. Unable to move
my head due to the hard laughter, I turned my face into the cement floor. “Heck
yeah, I’m quite delicate, you know?”

I think I may have lost my mind right then. My own blood
was trickling past my face, the copper stench of my life assaulting my
nostrils. An absolute nutter was stripping the skin from my back bit by bit and
the pain running through me was horrendous; yet, there I was laughing so hard I
gained a cramp in my side.

He plonked his backside onto the floor beside me as his
laughter took him. I turned my head and looked at him. He was beautiful, his merriment
morphing his usual strictness into a carefree expression. Relaxation and
happiness suited him, constructed his face into sheer perfection.

His laughter subsided and his eyes found mine. An odd
chuckle shook his chest randomly as his humour disappeared and something quite
different overtook him. His face relaxed, his eye colour deepened, his chest
lifted and fell heavily and his lips parted slightly.

My lungs squeezed tight, holding the air inside. I was
terrified to breathe in case it spoilt the moment, took his softness away.

I stared at him, my brow lowering with the pain in his
eyes. His tongue darted out and traced the contour of his bottom lip, but his
dark eyes never left mine.

“Why didn’t you accept treatment?”

His question caught me off guard and I stiffened. I
blinked in surprise and swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat. I
didn’t answer him; he didn’t need to know why I had refused every offer at
extending my life expectancy.

He didn’t grow angry at my refusal as I thought he would,
he just continued to gaze at me, confusion and sadness possessing his scrutiny.

“Has life really been that cruel, Mae?”

My eyes dropped to the floor and I regained my stance, my
knees and forehead touching the cold concrete floor, my arms stretched out
before me and my back arched in readiness for my punishment.

The heavy atmosphere threatened to consume me as I closed
my eyes and awaited his continuation of torture. I was pleading for him to take
me away from the anguish cut deep and free the thoughts running through my
mind. He was correct with one aspect of his lesson; it did take me away from
myself, it did allow liberation to my mind, taking the worry of death and the
preparation of upcoming pain to disappear under his rule.

“Please,” I choked out.

His anger with my diversion physically took over the
room. I heard him shuffle to his feet, his breath hissing as he sucked it
angrily through his teeth.

“You think you can still deny me, lamb? Refuse my demands?”

I winced as a tear slid free when he brought the whip
back down more severely than before. My eyes burnt with each further blow, his
fury powering his brutalisation. “You will succumb, Mae. You will give me
everything, even your thoughts.”

He won then, when my mind could take no more. Numbness
took me into oblivion; detachment seized my mind and freed me. I sighed as
another strike eased the pain, cooled the agony.

      I smiled softly, memories
of my mum taking the pain and giving me comfort as I once again sang gently
with her, the lyrics soothing to my distress; her warm, happy smile giving me
peace.

     I hadn’t realised the torture had stopped. I hadn’t noticed Master
had ceased his obstinate persecution. I just sang softly, serenity flooding me
as my mother’s voice echoed around me as we once again sang together.

I remained there; my forehead on the floor, my knees
aching from the cold concrete and my bare behind stuck high for a long time.

I didn’t move, even when Pauline started to cleanse the
welts covering my back. She didn’t speak, nor acknowledge me but her soft
humming lulled me into further isolation, my emotions and thoughts belonging to
no one, not even myself.

The way it had always been. The way it would be, right up
until the end.

I blew out a breath as he circled me, his hands tucked in
his trouser pockets, his shirt sleeves rolled to the elbows. “This is the
stance you will exhibit when your Master instructs you to take the
Sula
position.”

If I dared, I would have rolled my eyes. I couldn’t help
but feel this was all a waste of time. I didn’t have long enough to be anyone’s
property,
we both knew it and I just found the whole education pointless
and ridiculous.

His foot nudged my legs further apart, demanding absolute
perfection. I bit my lip as my predictable temper rose. I was laid flat on my
back, naked, my arms by my side, palms up and legs open, displaying my body
fully. The aim of this stance was to humiliate, to drill in the understanding that
I was someone’s possession to do as they pleased with.

“Master,” I whispered, asking permission to speak
quietly. He huffed but authorised me to continue with a nod. “If I may, why…
what is the point of this?”

He frowned and tilted his head. “This is what will be
expected of you, Mae. Your complete submission and acquiescence.”

“Yes,” I continued as I looked up at him. “I understand
that but…”

“But?” he urged when I hesitated.

“But well, we both know this is a waste of time.” His
expression of bewilderment encouraged me. “I won’t… be here long enough to even
be sold.”

Darkness shrouded his face. I gulped at the anger
radiating from him. His jaw clenched as he dropped to crouch beside me. “You
will cease these thoughts, Mae. You no longer own your own thoughts. They are
mine, and I won’t tolerate them.”

I squinted at him. “I’m sorry, but my thoughts are there
in my head whether I like it or not. You can’t stop yourself from thinking,
Master.”

“I appreciate that, lamb. However, you will no longer see
this… illness as it is. You’ve accepted it, I understand that. Nevertheless, it
won’t make an ounce of difference.”

What the hell?

My mouth opened and closed in shock and I shook my head.
“Of course it will make a difference. It’s too late now.”

I gasped when he snatched my chin in his fingers and
twisted my face towards him. “Will you listen for once? I asked you to stop
with this topic. It is no longer up for discussion, I forbid it.”

Oh well, that was it then – he forbid it!

“But why?” I could sense his fury growing with each
question I posed but I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t understand him and it was this
that drove the most disturbing confession from him yet. “Why do you care?”

He scoffed this time, the familiar cruel smile rendering
me still in preparation to his words. “Why do I care?” He shook his head slowly
and pressed his face nearer to mine. I shivered as his breath once again
tickled my ear, the hint of mint from his morning brush tickling my senses. “I
care because you are something quite special, Mae. Your beauty, your body, each
are worthy of the highest bidder.”

My heart sped up as my stomach plummeted with his next revelation.
“You are worth a great deal of money to me. You are already on £500,000. And the
bidding matures with every moment you succumb to the cruelty. Can you imagine
just how much you will be worth fully trained? Your exquisite little cunt is
worth at least a million…” I whimpered when he pressed even closer, though the
action seemed impossible with his already close proximity. “… dead or alive.”

I squeezed my eyes closed, desperately attempting to
block the tears as he stood up and walked away.

I rolled over when the door closed behind him, then
curled up and cried. Cried for his hatred, and cried for his disgust.

And sobbed for the end to come.

My nipples pebbled, the bud of them swollen and rigid as
his wet mouth sucked hard on them. His tongue traced around them slowly, the
tip flicking occasionally, triggering a jolt of heat into my belly. My fingers
found his thick lustrous hair, curling into his dark mane as I pulled him
closer, refusing him any escape.

I moaned, my back arching when his teeth teased me, his
gentle bite causing a storm between my legs, arousal dampening me in readiness
for him.

As though he was aware, his fingers found my warmth,
sinking deep into my pussy to feed the need. I pushed against him, eager for
more, desperate for him to bate the fire raging inside me.

“Please...” I begged as I bucked into him.

“You’re so beautiful when you want me, lamb. So God
damned delicious that I need to taste you.”

I groaned as his lips trailed down my body, heat following
behind his touch. He paused on my stomach, his tongue tracing the edge of my
navel. I was going crazy with need, bursting with lust and desire. Gripping his
head lightly, I directed him between my thighs. His deep chuckle made me smile;
it was so deep and masculine, lighting my desire into an unbearable longing.
“God damn it, Daniel. Will you stop torturing me, I need to come.”

“Mmm,” he murmured, the wisp of his breath teasing my
pussy. “You need to come on my tongue, lamb.”

“Yes, yes I do.”

I cried out in surprise when his teeth clamped my clit
lightly, electricity bursting from the bite into my brain. His tongue eased the
sting, the flat of it dragging across the tip of the stimulated tissue,
generating a deep growl to echo in my throat.

“Fuck, lamb. I love it when you make that sound. Makes my
cock throb.”

I couldn’t wait any longer, the need was too intense. “I
need you inside me, I need your cock in me. Please Daniel, please fuck me.”

He reared up. My eyes widened on him as he bore his teeth
and snarled at me. His eyes filled with hatred. “You filthy-mouthed whore.”

I gasped as his fist struck my cheek….

I jolted upright, the hammering in my chest causing me to
place my hand on my breastbone to check my heart hadn’t actually come through
in fright. Sweat tickled my eyes. I pulled a trembling hand across them, wiping
away the sting as I searched the dark room.

A dream. Just a dream.

I flopped back on the mattress, the deep luxurious softness
enveloping me and calming me immediately. I flung the duvet off in an attempt
to cool my raging body. Every single one of my nerves was on fire, the tiny
hairs on my body reared up in yearning for a chill to soothe the heat clogging
my pores.

I closed my eyes as my own arousal hit my nostrils. I
knew I had been on the brink of an orgasm, my stimulated body verified the
fact. My belly ached with need as my pussy felt heavy and wet. My nipples were
hard, yet it was nothing to do with the sudden drop in temperature.

Memories of the dream flashed behind my eyes, deepening
the throb in my veins, encouraging more dampness from my dripping pussy.

I hated myself as I laid my hand on my breast, frowning
at the foreign sensation as my own touch lit a path of fire through my excited
body. I’d never touched myself before, it had always been something that
revolted me, turned my stomach; anything sexual usually made my skin crawl. But
right then I felt like I would die if I didn’t release the pressure building
everywhere; it was painful, every fibre of me stimulated.

As though on instinct, my body telling me what to do, I
twisted my nipple in my fingers, the roll of pleasure from it causing me to
gasp loudly. My hips lifted as my sex tingled in gratitude to the caress. I bit
on my lower lip as my hand slid down my body, seeking the hot flesh of myself.
Swallowing heavily I ran my finger over myself, the swollen nerve pulsing in
delight when I skimmed my clit. A deep shudder ripped through me as I ran my
finger back over with a little more pressure. I released a muffled moan as my lips
pressed together firmly and my hips pushed against my finger, encouraging me to
move harder and faster.

Nature took over, the urge in me driving my masturbation
into a frenzied race for relief. My throat started to close in as my eyes shut tight
and I recalled the feel of Master’s hot breath on the inside of my thighs.

Heaviness dragged my body, the tension in my muscles
crippling as the force of my approaching orgasm apprehended me.

“Remove your hand now!”

I stilled immediately, the closure of my eyes hiding the
rush of blood to my cheeks as the shame and horror of being caught touching
myself immobilised my body and solidified the air in my lungs. I lay completely
still, not even daring to remove my hand as fear held me captive.

“I shall not ask again, lamb.”

I slowly opened my eyes and risked a glance towards him.
His huge frame was silhouetted against the light from the hallway. In my
pleasure-seeking I’d even missed the pouring of light into the room, oblivious
in my blissful mind state that I was no longer alone.

Dread and embarrassment rendered me stupid. “I…” I what?
I was reckless, I knew that much, but anything else was suddenly unavailable to
my brain. “Uhh…”

I flinched when his teeth clashed together, his jaw
tightening in anger at my ludicrous response. “Uhh?” he mocked. “Uhh?” The
anger in his tone wasn’t lost on me.

I grimaced when he took a step closer, eating up the
little oxygen in the room with his fury. He stormed the rest of the space
between us causing me to jolt when he suddenly bent over me, his face an inch
from mine. His eyes were narrow but blazing, his teeth gnawed furiously on his
bottom lip as his nostrils flared in his attempt to regain composure. His chest
pressed against mine as his large pulls of air heaved his rib cage.

He seemed to be struggling with himself. Uncertainty
flashed over his expression as his brows indented slightly. His breathing
deepened when his eyes fell from my gaze and stilled on my mouth. He blinked at
me and swallowed. “I’m almost desperate for you to spill offensiveness from
your mouth so I have a further reason to hurt you.”

I didn’t understand what he meant. He abhorred my
language, yet he seemed to be asking me to curse and swear just to feed his
desire to grant me pain.

“You… you want me to swear?” I whispered, my voice
breaking. His closeness was feeding something inside me, warming my belly and
scorching my veins. I couldn’t understand what was happening. His own confusion
bewildered me, his struggle brought on my own inner fight. His gaze was warm
but his face was cold and stern. 

His eyes bulged as they lifted back to mine. “No, that is
not what I meant, Mae.”

“Then what did you mean?”

My heart stuttered when he closed his eyes. He fell
closer, his mouth hovering over mine. His hot breath liquefied my stomach as
each of his hands settled gently beside my head, his palms crushing the soft
pillow supporting me until his nose was a mere centimetre from the tip of my
own.

The sensations he created in my already stimulated body
were torturous. My whole body pulsed with need; need for something I couldn’t
put a name to. I hated myself as I started to pant, my body attempting to dowse
the forbidden reaction to him in frequent short spurts of release.

I shuddered when a small growl ripped from his mouth and
poured heat over my face, deepening the horrid need inside me. “Please don’t,”
I begged when his hungry eyes gazed back at me

His lips parted and a tremor vibrated his body, his
breathing as uncontrollable as mine, his own tiny bursts of air whispering
across my lips. His teeth sank into his lip, his battle to control himself
nearly at breaking point. I could see it in him, read it in his stare; the need
for darkness and animalistic desires rippled from him.

I whimpered and closed my eyes as my body reacted
dangerously, my own hunger for carnality taking control. A sob wrenched free
when my mind voiced its need without permission. “Hurt me.”

It was a whispered plea, a choked murmur that defied
everything in me but it was the fact that it wasn’t a lie that agonised me,
tore my mind into pieces when I realised it was exactly what my body was
hunting for. Pain.

His eyes widened further and his breathing halted. I was
deeply aware of his arousal pressing into my lower stomach, my words hardening
him even further.

Conflict set his stunning face until he appeared to be
made of stone, a granite God of raw power and need. The deep colour of his
chocolate eyes blackened until they resembled shiny black pebbles reflecting my
own stare. His jaw hardened, every single coarse hair on his chin alert and
erect as his skin bristled.

I yelped when my body was flipped effortlessly, my knees
and elbows bouncing on the mattress. I spluttered when his large hand pressed
against the back of my head, pushing my face into the bed without restriction;
if it wasn’t for the slight crease in the sheet I would have suffocated under
the strength of his hold.

I focused on that tunnel of air as my Master hoisted my
legs up until my knees locked into position under me, my bottom high and on
display as my head and shoulders heaved against the bed.

A shudder ripped through me when I heard the tell-tale sound
of a zip being lowered. He wasn’t slow, in fact his growl of frustration lit
something inside me when he couldn’t seem to lower it fast enough. A
deep-seated carnal hunger for debauchery and depravity glowed in the room
around me, stilling every single inch of me. A shameless want for pain ached
inside me, the strength of it thickening my blood. I squeezed my eyes closed
when recognition clashed with degradation, but even that struck the match to my
arousal. My own mortification turned me on.

I was ill; sick and fucking perverse.

The burn of a slap fired across my right buttock, the
sting heightened every single nerve that was already on edge. My teeth vibrated
as need and desire overtook.

“Do it,” I begged, my voice floating around us, the tone
sounding as though it had come from someone else, someone far from who I was. I
didn’t care anymore, the yearning was too potent. My starved emptiness needed
filling quickly, and if that meant I had to ask, then so be it. I would fucking
beg if I had to.

His body encompassed me until he was completely mounting
me, his huge frame shadowing and eating me alive.

“Ask properly, my little lamb. Ask me for what you need
with dignity and manners.”

I gulped, desperately trying to hold back the nausea at
my own revolting desires. A tear rolled from my eye, just a solitary one as his
teeth clamped the soft skin on my neck and he growled, his lust nearly ripping
a chunk of flesh in his haste for me to answer so he could give us both what we
needed. A throb so fierce ached my body at the pain his teeth brought, but it
gave me the courage I needed to deal with… whatever was going on between us.

“Make me cry. Feed me with pain, stop this thirst of need
in me…” I shivered as I felt his cock slip between my buttocks, a deep groan
alerting me to the fact that he was as close to insanity as I was. “…please, Master.”

That was all it took. I arched and screamed when he
thrust urgently inside me. His length filled me to burning point and his width seemed
to tear me apart from the inside. My slick arousal had eased his passage but he
still ripped me. The sudden tear inside brought forth another scream when a
scorch of pain shot through me. It felt like I’d lost my virginity, the sharp
singe triggering the release of sobs.

I wept. But not for the pain. I sobbed for the delight
coursing through my body. I cried at the bliss that made my eyes roll. I howled
at the utter feeling of euphoria as my Master’s punishing thrusts tore me to
pieces but made my body vibrate in ecstasy. And I wept for my sanity.

I screamed at the approaching orgasm as my Master powered
into me mercilessly. His fingers were as punishing as his fucking as they dug
deep into my hips, each grunt he voiced forcing his grasp harder and harder.

“You fuck like you sing, lamb….” He pushed my face
further into the bed as he sped up his pounding, his cock driving deeper and deeper. 
I was struggling to breathe but that only heightened each sensation coursing
through me. “…fucking bewitching!”

His words frayed the thread I was managing to hold onto.
My mind burst as my climax exploded. My soul shifted away from my body for a
matter of milliseconds but I watched in awe as I viewed Master and his slave
fucking like animals, their grunting and sweat filling the air, their clawing
and painful joining mesmerising and enthralling.

Master reared back as I felt his cum swamp my womb, the
warmth snapping me back to reality. He roared out a deep groan, his fingernails
cutting into my flesh and forcing blood to seep from me as his body jerked and
bucked inside me.

I closed my eyes, screwing them up in horror as my body
rejoiced at dragging the seed from my owner, pulling his desire from him and
into me.

However, my joy was short lived.

He pulled out, leaving a chill to seep into me. I dared
not move. Now the arousal had disappeared I wasn’t sure how he would react.

“Well.” He sighed heavily. I had the strange feeling he
was angry with me but his fight to control it confused me further. “Well, that
scratched an itch.”

My eyes popped open and I stared at the mattress as the
door closed behind him. “That scratched an itch,” I repeated in bewilderment.
“What the fuck?”

I dropped flat onto the bed, uncertainty flowing through
my sated body. I cringed when I felt Master’s sperm dribble from inside me,
coating my thighs and the bed in… him.

What the fuck had just happened? I was struck dumb as the
truth of my body’s own betrayal rendered me still. I had given myself over
eagerly, in fact I had fucking begged for it, to someone who repulsed me, a
monster who had devoured my soul on his first storm into my life.