Unorthodox Therapy (48 page)

“W-what? Listening? Did he...” I tried to blink the tears away and he choked me even harder. This was all an absurd nightmare, an acid trip or an extrapolation of my phobias. Wake up, Lina. Wake up! None of this is happening.

But it was as real as his hand, which left dark bruises on my skin and pushed me further into the sea of madness.

“You should have been more careful with the security of your office. It was ridiculously easy to have it bugged.” He laughed and released my aching neck but not before he spat in my face once again. “I have some of your most disgusting performances with Thomas captured on audio. I should have taught that little piece of shit better domination. He was a laughing stock.”

I was beginning to doubt more and more whether Thomas had anything to do with Seth's insane plans, but that was the least of my concerns right now.

“Please, let me go!” My voice cracked. It was pointless to implore him but I needed to fight to the last minute. “Please...”

That only unleashed the sadist in him more. Seth pinched and twisted my nipples. That was the moment I realized how much more gentle Thomas had been, even when he was hurting me. Seth nearly tore my flesh off as he tugged my nipples. I'd been dead wrong if I’d thought what he’d put me through before was painful in any way.

He moved away from me but it was just a small break. I was alone with an insane person and nobody suspected I was missing. Maybe I should have provoked him enough to kill me. It would be better than having to endure this torture.

“And you really thought I was going to fuck you? That I had any interest in your flesh? You're not even half as smart as I gave you credit for.” With those words, Seth started undoing his belt. Tension filled my body and I made a desperate attempt to push the chair back as if it would help me escape. “You can see for yourself now.”

“W-what?” He was pulling his zipper down. The sight made nausea rise even further in my throat and I cried out in disgust. “Help! Anyone!” Even the thought of seeing him made me sick to my stomach. I looked away from Seth and shut my eyes at the sound of shuffling fabric. The moment of denial was cut short when his palm connected with my face and he forced me to open them. “Take a good look, Lina. Take a very good look.” Seth growled and I reluctantly glanced down. I didn’t have much of a choice. He was back to yanking my hair until my scalp hurt.

“See?”

His cock was hanging limp and soft, unaffected by the sight of my nudity and pain. It was of considerable size but just hung between his legs, useless like a piece of dead meat. He might have found me disgusting but the feeling was mutual.

“Sex holds zero appeal to me, whore.” Seth hurried to put his boxers back on and zip up his pants as I stared at him with fear. What would he do next? “So if you hope you could pull your slutty female tricks on me, you'd better give it up now. Don't worry...” He ran the buckle of his belt against my cheek almost lovingly. “I can satisfy your need to be beaten and degraded. I'll indulge all of those fetishes.”

“Seth, please...”

The man walked back a few steps, grabbed the buckle and his belt swished in the air before it landed on my breasts. Pain shattered the walls of my decorum and I sobbed while the hard end of the belt left a series of red marks on my belly, shoulders and breasts.

“You're the helpless one now, whore.” The wetness in my pussy made me even more desperate than his violent beating. It was nothing like the blissful subspace Thomas helped me to go to. Hatred and fear made me scream but the masochistic instinct took its toll on my clit and hardened red nipples. It just made the shame bite harder.

“You were the one in charge for too long without deserving it. I allowed you to play with me and keep me in the shadows just because I respected you. I hoped some day you'd finally appreciate me. No more.”

“Whose idea was this?” I yelled in pain.

Seth dropped the belt and grabbed a flogger from a surface out of my sight. The stinging smacks left my pussy burning with a sick, twisted desire, which wouldn't go away. The experience was even worse without the trust I’d had in my dominant. The memory of Thomas and his rage episode resurfaced.

Perhaps he would hurt me more but did it matter? I’d been as good as gone the moment he pushed that gun against my belly.

“Seth? Did Thomas come to you first? Or are you behind all of this?”

“What?” His entire body went rigid and the hand that held the flogger froze in mid-air. Seth stared at me with bewilderment but the emotion quickly shifted back to his earlier rage. He squeezed the handle harder and moved his fingers to my wet cunt. There was not even enough time to be shocked. Seth pulled my clit out and smacked such a cruel blow against it my screams must have echoed beyond the walls of the building.

“You fucking stupid whore!” Seth leaned forward and spat in my face again. “Of all the insults I've put up with, this one is the worst. Do you really think I'd ever collaborate with that imbecile you forced me to work with?” He shook his head in disbelief and dug his fingers into the back of my neck. “No, Thomas has nothing to do with it, but he made it easy for me by being stupid enough to keep pictures of you on his home computer.”

Pain quickly faded into the background as his words finally sank into my mind. I remembered Thomas's face at the cafe, his anxiety, how innocent he looked when he tried to explain he’d been sabotaged. I’d been so engulfed in my own hurt and betrayal to even listen to him. His words never reached me. All I wanted was to be done with him as soon as possible.

Seth was right. I was stupid and blind.

“Besides...” He laughed with the same old disgust. “He isn't a proper Dom and would never have the strength to put you in your place. You couldn't even pick a Master worth his salt, whore.” Seth chuckled and stared at my eyes, enjoying my slow realization. “He may have thought he was the one holding the power, but in the end, Tommy was just your boy toy. He’d never have risked losing the benevolence of your old cunt.”

The guilt and shame were still there, but that was the point when my anger took over. I was hurting but I'd never let him break me. A rush of rage went through my body and brought me unexpected strength.

Thomas hadn't betrayed me.

“You worthless loser,” I hissed and he grabbed me by the chin again.

“Watch your mouth.”

“How dare you? I gave you a chance when nobody else wanted you. This is how you repay me? I don't give a damn what sick delusions you've had about me. I don’t owe you a thing.”

“Oh, shouldn't we all be grateful to our Saint Lina?” He slapped my face once again and I felt the metallic taste of blood on my tongue. “It was convenient for you to keep me pussy whipped and under your thumb. Unlike Thomas, I have no intention of satisfying myself with the crumbs you throw at me. You'll pay me back for all these years!”

I moaned when he started pulling my nipples again, making the blood rush to their tips. My mind was in a desperate search for escape routes. There was no way out. As much as I hated him, Seth held all the cards. Nobody would hear my screams and pleas for help. The restraints were too sturdy and he showed no signs of getting tired.

The thought of Thomas was the only thing that kept me from egging him on to kill me. I'd never be able to tell him I was sorry, to ask for forgiveness. He was forever lost and it was all my fault.

I was alone. Only my wits could save me from Seth and his sadism, and the more he hurt my body, the weaker I got.

“You can't keep me here forever.”

“And why not?” He ran the flogger against my pussy and chuckled as its tendrils got covered in juices. “Isn't it lovely? I can make your whore cunt wet even when you hate me so much?”

Seth crossed his arms over his chest and smiled at me.

“Nobody knows where you are. This will be the last place they'll look for you. I can keep you locked and gagged in here during the day and keep coming for more in the evening. That isn't my intention, though.”

I furrowed my eyebrows and winced as pain assaulted me. Blood was leaking from my nose and busted lips while the psycho revealed his insane plan to me.

“On Monday, I'll take you back to your place so you can make yourself presentable. You’ve got enough experience.” He retreated a few steps and licked his lips. “Then you'll call an unexpected meeting at the office. You'll announce in public you had a sudden epiphany that the woman's place is at home. You also realized how the perfect man for you has been there the whole time and you can't wait to marry me.”

“Nobody will ever buy that ridiculous story,” I muttered through gritted teeth.

“They'll believe whatever is convenient for them, whore.” It struck me that he insisted on not calling me by my name. “You'll transfer all your shares of the company and announce I'm the new CEO.”

“You're insane.” My voice shook with sobs. “You do realize the first chance I get I'll contact the authorities. And marrying you? I'd rather die.”

“Oh, but it won't be a real marriage, pig.” He ignored my threat and ran the flogger across my face. “I'll take your property and you will live with me as my slave. None of this sappy D/s crap you're used to. You'll be a real slave and will be deprived of any rights whatsoever. No safewords, limits or such ridiculous child's play.”

Seth's eyes turned dreamy as he kept describing his future plans for me. I'd have thrown up if I'd eaten anything of substance during the day.

“I'll keep you chained to the wall the entire time. No more fancy clothes or whore lingerie. Actually, you'll be naked the whole time. You better get used to it.” His smile grew wider. “If I'm in the mood, I'll throw you the remains of my meals. You will eat on the ground like the bitch you are and you will piss and shit in a bucket. You'll be whipped and caned at my discretion. Trust me, there will be a lot of pain in your future, whore. If you're a very good girl who doesn't talk back to her Master and takes her beatings, you'll also get fucked.”

I tried my best to keep my cool during this disgusting display of his sordid mind. I shouldn't have let him get in my head, but the mental images he drew for me nearly made me vomit.

“By your ugly, limp cock you could never get hard?” My mocking smile was completely ruined by the pain in my face.

“I'd never stoop so low as to touch you with anything but the end of my whip or my boot.” He laughed, though I could read the obvious insecurity in his gaze. “I'd let anyone who wants to use your dirty holes, though. Anyone who wants to take full advantage of my whore will be invited. Don’t get your hopes up. There will be no nice young men for your old cunt. Hobos, random street thugs, drunk guys from bars. Guess what else, princess?” Seth grabbed my hair. “I'll organize a special Humiliate The Whore night for the hard working board of directors. They deserve their special Friday night fun. Imagine how they’d enjoy what a nasty pig their former boss is.”

This asshole was really great. I knew what he was doing even if my mind was writhing with disgust at those disgraceful scenarios. Seth was smart enough to realize breaking my body wouldn't be enough to achieve his aim. He needed me mentally broken, believing I deserved to be treated worse than a dog. He had the means and time to fully destroy my old self until I was conveniently molded, but he had the wrong woman. He also made the rough strategic mistake of not allowing me to think Thomas had been his accomplice.

I'd make it difficult for him no matter how much hurt and despair this low life caused me. When Seth picked up a really large cane from the table, I spoke in a calm voice.

“You'd better kill me, because that will never happen. I'd rather die than surrender the work of my life to an egomaniac with a soft dick and more power hunger than common sense. You've nothing to hold over me save for some dirty pictures people already saw.”

My words had an effect on him, especially the part about his soft dick. Clearly it was a bigger pain than he let on.

“Also, Seth, insult me as much as you like. Try to degrade Thomas, but guess what?” I had no idea how I had the strength to talk at all. My jaw hurt like hell and I could barely catch my breath. The floodlight made me narrow my eyes while pain ran through my brain. The truth in my next words just increased the guilt I felt for not believing Thomas. “You'll never be even a quarter of the man he is. He doesn't need violence to make a woman submit to him and worship him. He doesn't need to bully people so they want to follow him. And you?” I forced a weak laugh. “Everybody hates your guts. You're not even a proper Dom. You're just a twisted, impotent sadist.”

He stared at me with wide open eyes and a clenched jaw. I was finally getting past the veil of cold mockery and vengeful anger.

“I feel sorry for you,” I whispered with an equally mocking smile.

Seth didn't say a word, just swung the long wooden stick in the air as if it was a baseball bat. He hit me straight in the stomach and knocked the air out of me. The next blow was on my sensitive breasts and exposed, hardened nipples. The sensation went beyond the type of pain I usually craved. For the next few minutes, he left nasty red stripes all over my skin. I was getting dizzy, as if my mind was closing down so it didn’t have to suffer through Seth's wrath. My head hung limply on my shoulders. All I could feel were rivulets of blood running down my stomach while the asshole kept on yelling for me to shut up. I'd been quiet for some time and only screamed when the impact became way too intense.