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wolfanficsFirst of nine in a series called By The Way, My Sweet Prince, an epic exploration of slavery, love and loyalty.
Title: Punishment and Tears
Author: sashataakheru
Fandoms: No Doubt/Placebo RPS
Starring: Tom Dumont, Tony Kanal, Gwen Stefani, Adrian Young, Brian Molko, Stefan Olsdal, Steve Hewitt
Pairing: Tom/Tony
Warnings: violence, D/s themes, implied drug use
Word Count: 4,767
Disclaimer: Not true in any way, shape or form
Author's Notes: Setting is... SE Californian desert, near Palm Springs (IIRC). Based on a Placebo fic with a similar theme. This one took it's own journey though.
Summary: Mistress hears betrayal and goes on a jealous punishment rampage. There's no kindness here. Begins to explore the Tony/Tom relationship.
Punishment and Tears
“I love you, Ton.”
It was only a whispered few words between us, a spur of the moment gesture to ease his pain. How the hell she heard me, I don’t know. I never should’ve spoken, never should’ve told him. It caused too many problems … and far too much blood, pain and tears. I’d say it again, though, over and over again. I’d scream it to the heavens if she’d let me.
She stood over us then as we lay on the cold ground. I had been leaning over him, my hand on his thigh, our faces inches apart. No wonder she thought we’d been fucking around. Ton was so out of it he didn’t really know what was going on. He was high as a kite and muttering to himself. I glanced at the fury in her eyes and instinctively hugged Ton. I was scared, scared as hell. I’d never seen her so angry. Damn her for being such a jealous bitch.
“I smell betrayal,” was all she said. It was all she needed to say.
Before we knew what was happening, we were being hauled into the depths of her dungeons. God knows what she was planning, but, I could guarantee it wouldn’t be pleasant. We were taken to a small cold stone pit and left there. Whoever was carrying Ton just threw him away. He hit the floor hard. I was at his side straight away, cradling him in my arms. I was scared. I knew what was coming. We were left alone in the darkness. We didn’t see her for a long time. We didn’t dare guess how long she’d left us down there.
The thing about the mansion is that it’s easy to lose track of time there, especially when you never go outside. Days, weeks, months; it doesn’t matter because all you ever see is darkness no matter what time you think it is. Two weeks in there and your body clock’s fucked and time becomes irrelevant.
When she came back, God she looked terrifying. Ton had come round enough to comprehend what had happened. I was so happy to see him alive that I kissed him like I’ve never kissed anyone before. He was shocked, but gave in after a while. It took all his strength to stop me taking him then, and I would’ve done so if I hadn’t seen the abject terror in his eyes at that moment. He shrank back from me as I turned to face the doorway.
And there she stood, dressed like a Goddess, her eyes nothing but anger, rage and jealousy. I knew we were in big trouble then.
“You will love no one but me. That is the first and only thing I asked of you. Punishment awaits those that break this vow,” she said. Her voice was cold and distant, and she turned away from us. I could feel her disappointment with us.
I wondered if she would take us from here to one of her torture rooms, or just leave us here to die. That was quickly answered.
“Get up. Undress.”
We quickly stood up, our bodies sore and weak from our isolation. We hurried to obey her as much as our aching bones would allow us to. I had to help Ton as he was still shaky. I could feel him grasp my hand tightly as he tried to steady himself. I put an arm around his shoulders to help him stand. He leaned his head against my shoulder, tired but scared. Hell, we were both scared. We were too tired to care about being naked. That may have just infuriated her.
She walked up to us now, and I could feel her angry stare on me. She knew it was my fault. How could she not know? She knew everything. I couldn’t see her eyes; there was too much darkness around us. She didn’t speak. I wanted her to say something, ANYTHING, but, she said nothing.
Attaching a chain to the rings in our collars, she led us out of the stone pit down several flights of stairs until we came to the one room we feared the most. We’d never seen it before. We never wanted to see it. I could feel Ton tense up in fear as we approached, his body beginning to shake. Despite the fact that all this was my fault, he was her favourite, and I knew she would punish him the worst. She’d hurt him to punish me. I could’ve almost cried for him then if I weren’t so afraid of where we were going.
The large wooden door came up to us sooner than I wanted. It seemed to open before her, and she glided through the entrance into a dark cold room. We followed in fear as she yanked our collars hard. The room remained dark as we took our first steps inside. We couldn’t see anything. It was cold, though, so very cold. I could feel my skin prickling, slowly numbing in the freezing air. We couldn’t hear anything, and there was no light. As if by magick, flaming torches lit up, creating an eerie orange glow around the perimeter of the room. What we saw was nothing like what we had imagined.
There were chains hanging everywhere. The room smelt of death. There were all sorts of things in that room whose purpose I couldn’t guess, except to cause pain. Everything in that room was designed to cause pain of some shape or form. There were no windows of course. I had no idea how far down we were.
And then I saw her, standing beside a table, leaning on it with a mischievous grin across her cold red lips. In the low light, I could make out what she was wearing: a flowing red gown with painful looking boots – painful in that they had stiletto heels that I could guess would, at some point, meet our flesh. She was that sort of Mistress. Her eyes were dark and cold, framed with black. Her nails were long and sharp, painted black and her hands adorned with jewels. Her thick, blonde hair fell down her shoulders, and seemed oddly metallic to me, not like normal hair should feel. It seemed cold, just like her. She wasn’t very tall, she was only a slight woman, but damn did she have some strength in her. I could almost feel her breathing as we stood there before her. She straightened and turned away from us, possibly inspecting something on the wall.
“Kneel as I have taught you and repeat your vows.”
Her voice cut through the air like ice. I must admit that I shivered when she finally spoke. We were quick to come to our knees, our hands clasped behind our backs tightly and our heads bowed low to the ground. Tired as we were, we didn’t want to infuriate her further.
“As I am bound to You, You own my name and my life, and everything I have is Yours. I am nothing to You. I will love you faithfully and true and serve no other Master. If I break this vow, You may do with me what You will.”
Our voices spoke together, echoing around the room. I could hear Ton’s voice quavering with the cold and with fear as he spoke. I probably sounded scared too. I stumbled over the last sentence, the reality of our punishment suddenly driven home. We hadn’t just disobeyed orders, we’d broken our sacred vows. She had every right to punish us in whatever way she saw fit. She could kill us if she so desired.
I felt someone hit the back of my head; though I remained as I was bowed, a wave of fear washed through me. I saw a pair of feet walk past between Ton and me. I knew who they belonged to. I whispered the name as she said it.
“Adrian, come here, boy. You’re a good servant, aren’t you? I don’t need to punish you, do I?” she said.
“Of course not, Mistress, I live to serve you and obey your word.”
“Good boy, Adrian,” she said to him before turning to us. “Stand up, you two.”
We stood, scared and cold, afraid of what was to come. We only knew one thing for sure: it was gonna hurt like hell. Adrian walked over to us and chained our hands and feet to our collars. I could see nothing but hatred in his eyes as he chained me.
Ton may have been her favourite, but Adrian was the most loyal. He used to be kind. He used to carry us back to our rooms and help heal our wounds. Then, she changed him. Now, he was as cruel as she was. He was privileged because of his loyalty, and he was never punished.
She had no love for me, and I knew it. She didn’t care about me. I was just another body to work for her, another nameless slave bound to her. Even then, she didn’t call me to work as often as she called others. I spent my time locked in my room, left with my own thoughts. Someone would bring me a meal or two a day, though not everyone remembered I was still here. I made a habit of keeping a small stash of non-perishable food in case I was forgotten for a while. If I were let out for some reason, I’d always try and make a trip to the kitchens and try to steal some food, just in case. After a while, I began to wonder why she bothered keeping me around when she called on me to work so infrequently. More often than not, when she called on me, she’d ask me to play for her. Only during busy times did she call on me to work for her properly.
In a way, I was glad she neglected me, as I didn’t get any ‘special treatment’, as she so eloquently put it. But, it also made me feel so very lonely. Often, I was left for hours alone in the dark while Ton and Adrian worked for her. It gave me time to think, but I missed Ton so much I felt I was slowly going mad. Thinking was no substitute for his warmth. The isolation is probably what led to this situation in the first place. I was so starved for human contact that I became overly affectionate with Ton whenever we spent time alone together. I was so hurt when he’d brush me away and go to sleep. Being rejected by him was worse than being rejected by her.
“You made a vow to love only me. There will be no one else in your heart but me. Now, answer me, what are you?” Her voice sounded angry now.
We both bowed our heads. I noticed Ton mouthing his answer out of the corner of my eye as I whispered mine.
“Nothing, Mistress.”
“I can’t hear you. What are you?”
“Nothing, Mistress,” I ventured, still scared, my voice not much louder. I could feel Ton shaking beside me.
“What am I to you?”
“Everything, Mistress,” I said. I knew she was aiming the questions at me, as I was the one whose loyalty she was testing.
“You are my Mistress, my love, my protector, my mother. My life is in your hands,” Ton mumbled, almost incoherent with fear. He fell to his knees and crawled over to her, kissing her boots while muttering his repentance and sorrow. He may have been crying. I couldn’t tell. She didn’t let this last long and kicked him away. He rolled across the cold stone floor. Now I could hear him sobbing.
“Shut up the both of you. I can smell your fear a mile away.”
Before I knew what was happening, I felt Adrian grab me and lie me down on a table, tightly secured. I couldn’t see where Ton was until I felt my head pulled up. He was huddled in a tiny cage, his knees drawn up to his chest, crying. I could see the tears falling down his face. I wanted to run to him so bad, but my attempts were met with an angry glare and a slap.
She stood on top of the table, towering over me and blocking my view of Ton in the cage. She stuck a booted foot on my chest, pressing the heel into my skin. I gasped in pain, my chest tightening under the pressure and the pain. She moved her foot to my neck, the sharp heel teasing my jugular with death and life. I was sick with fear as she pressed the heel into my neck. I knew she could kill me right then and there, if she so felt the need. She stopped and moved lower, pressing the heel into my stomach. I felt like she was going to impale me, it hurt so much. She moved lower still, pressing into my groin, scraping the heel down my cock. She moved to press the heel into my balls one at a time, and I was terrified that she’d burst them. The pain was horrible, and struck me everywhere. Something inside me screamed. All I could feel was pain.
She knelt over me and leaned into my face. I could now see her angry, jealous eyes. She scratched my chest with her nails, slowly scraping my skin away. She went so slowly I couldn’t bear it. I could’ve sworn I felt blood oozing out of my skin. She reached back and grabbed my cock in her cold hands. I could feel her digging her nails into my skin. I whimpered softly as she went back further, playing with my broken balls before reaching my hole. I wasn’t really sure what was going on as my whole body ached. I may have felt myself penetrated. She may have fucked me. I was almost too delirious to care.
Ton’s screaming brought me back to the room, as did her movement off me. I looked up, craning my neck to see my bleeding chest and Ton huddled in his cage still as Adrian flogged him.
“I wanna see you both bleed,” she said as Ton was flogged in the cage.
At her words, Adrian stopped and pulled Ton out of the cage. I felt myself freed from my restraints and pulled to my feet. Ton and I were standing facing each other; I could see how scared he was. Perhaps I looked the same. I couldn’t tell. I was scared for him. I mean, he’s only a little guy, and he can’t take as much punishment as I can.
“This is all your fault, Tom. It’s your fault he’s bleeding. What do you want?” I could almost hear her joy at asking me this question she already knew the answer to.
“I want this all to end. He doesn’t deserve to be punished for my mistakes, Mistress,” I said quietly.
“How selfless of you, Tom. Take one last look at him. This’ll be the last time you ever see him,” she said. I could hear the sadistic cruelty in her voice. She was obviously depriving much joy from our pain.
Adrian pushed him to her feet and held him while she beat him and insulted him. I didn’t want to watch it, but I was too afraid to flee. She cut into his chest and wrists with a blade, making him lick the blood up from the wounds in his wrists. She made him suckle on her breasts as a final act of submission, she being our mother, we her adoring, obedient children.
Then, she had him hung from the ceiling and flogged. If I wasn’t crying before, I was crying then, his pained, terrified sobs breaking my heart. Then I felt the whip burn into my flesh. I couldn’t even remember them hanging me up or finishing with Ton.
I couldn’t believe how much it hurt, though. The pain was so great my mind refused to detach, the pain simply overwhelming. Every part of my body stung with pain. Sure, I’d been flogged before, but it had never hurt this much. When she took the whip to my cock, God, I must’ve been screaming. I don’t know how she managed it, but it fucking stung like nothing I’ve ever felt before. When she finally stopped, she pressed against me, and scratched my cock with her nails. I can’t find words to describe the pain that caused. I can still remember the pain now. She kissed me and licked my face. I could tell there was no love in her actions; she was merely teasing me with the love she gave everyone else by default. Suddenly my legs wouldn’t hold and I collapsed to the ground, aching, tired and bleeding. I don’t even remember my hands being released from the ceiling.
She pulled me to my feet and away from Ton into a corner of the room. I could see the table covered in spikes now, and I didn’t want to be there. Surprisingly, she walked past the table and led me instead over to the box lying upright against the wall. She opened the box and forced me inside. Only once I was inside did I feel the spikes pressing into my skin. The spikes seemed to be pressing into every inch of my skin. It felt like being stung everywhere. The pain wouldn’t go away. It was so dark in there. I couldn’t see out except through a tiny slit on the cover, not that I could move or see much. I couldn’t see Ton at all; all I heard was his screaming. I couldn’t imagine what they were doing to him. I didn’t want to know. They were yelling at him though, calling him all these nasty names. I could only hear him screaming and sobbing, and my heart was torn in two. I was helpless, and the one person I loved was being tortured. I could do nothing to stop it.
After what seemed like hours, I was brought out of the box and thrown to the floor beside Ton. He was crumpled in a heap, bleeding and crying. Apparently, it was my turn again. I was hooked up to a set of rings in the ceiling. My toes couldn’t touch the ground. Then I felt the sting of the whip against my back. The pain exploded in my mind, and I must’ve been crying. I wasn’t sure of anything now. All I felt was blood flowing from my body and running down my legs.
I must’ve blacked out because the next thing I remember is when I woke up. I was back in the dark, cold stone pit alone, coming to realise that everything ached. I shivered and tried to force my stiff body to curl up into itself, not that it would. I figured she was going to get rid of me. I was too old and not worth having around any more. Besides, she had no use for me. I resigned myself to this and let my eyes get used to the darkness. Then I noticed something hanging above me. A body. Ton? I was scared to speak, not knowing who it was. Just then, the body came hurtling down towards me, falling on top of me hard. I was winded badly and my body wouldn’t move.
Before I had time to find out, I felt someone move behind me. Someone lifted the body from me and helped me up. My legs felt so weak. I was shaking. I was cold, frightened and sore. I could see no one else around me.
“Who do you love?”
Her voice came through the air, and I shivered again. I wasn’t sure where she was or if she was even in the room with me. I was shaking so much I couldn’t speak. For once, I couldn’t answer her. Suddenly, she was pressed against me, my body protesting loudly at the intrusion. She kissed me deeply, her tongue invading my mouth while she bit my lips. I felt her grab my cock and start stroking it. I think I groaned. It felt good, but I wasn’t sure this was what she wanted from me. Maybe it was just such a relief to feel a kind touch for once. Perhaps it was the vain hope that she really did love me after all.
“Where’s your voice? Too hard to speak?”
Her voice had a nasty bite to it, and I suddenly felt dizzy and weak. I could feel my knees trembling.
“Who do you love?”
Ton. “You, Mistress, no one but You.” It was so very hard to say that, with my mouth and my mind saying different things.
“I don’t believe you. Who do you love?”
“Only You, Mistress,” I tried to sound sincere, but I think I was too scared to make it sound believable.
“Liar. You love Tony. You broke your vow and must be punished.”
Her words stung my wounds. I didn’t want to be punished again.
“I… don’t love – Tony.” Oh, the effort to force those words out! My heart was breaking at the betrayal. She knew I was lying, though her face didn’t show this.
“If you don’t love Tony, you should have no qualms about raping him, should you?”
I never saw that one coming. It was only now that I noticed Tony huddled against the wall, still naked, Adrian standing over him. I could see Tony sucking Adrian’s cock, probably on his command. He liked making Ton do that to him. I knew that much of how he was treated. We all did.
At her words, Adrian pulled him to his feet by his hair and pushed him into my arms. Ton was still chained up. I looked down at him and saw only his frightened eyes. I was finally able to see how badly injured he was, and it was hard to contain my shock. I was surprised he was still conscious. Seeing him now, I knew this was going to hurt him more than me, though I would have to deal with the guilt alone.
I swallowed my fear and committed myself to following her orders, not wanting to find out what punishment disobedience would bring. I was in enough trouble as it was. I pushed Ton over to the wall and turned him around so he was facing the cold stone. I kept an arm pressed against his shoulders to keep him still. With only a second’s hesitation, I roughly forced my way inside him. I tried to convince her I didn’t care by making it as rough as possible, much as it pained me to do so. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt him, but I didn’t want to be punished again.
I heard Ton cry out in pain as I entered him. Then all I could hear was his pitiful sobbing as I thrust into him. I reached around to grab his cock, feeling him shiver and cry out as I began to stroke him. I willed myself to continue until I came, finishing with several short hard thrusts as I shot my cum into his ass. I could feel him getting close as I stroked him and once I’d withdrawn, I turned him around to finish the job, taking him deep into my mouth until I could taste him on my lips. I heard him sigh and grab my hair with his hands, the chains hitting my head, before sliding down the wall into my embrace. I kissed him and held him tight, waiting for her to respond.
We didn’t have to wait long. Adrian pulled us apart and forced us to stand. We stood with our heads bowed, not daring to look at her. I could feel Ton shaking beside me.
“Do you think you’ve been punished enough?”
That was a question I didn’t want to be asked. To agree would be to invite further punishment. To disagree would bring the same result. My mind couldn’t think of a response she’d like. Then I heard Ton speak, his voice soft and scared.
“It isn’t up to us to decide that, Mistress.”
“Good boy. At least someone knows their place around here.” I could feel her glaring at me, and I felt humiliated and shamed, angry that I hadn’t thought of that answer. She turned to me and lifted my head up. I met her eyes and couldn’t look away. “Do you love Tony?” she asked again.
I shook my head, no, too afraid to speak. I was afraid of saying something more to infuriate her.
“Who do you love?”
“You, Mistress, only You,” I said.
“Kneel and recite your vow. This time, you won’t break it or you really will be punished.”
I shuddered at the implication of a punishment far worse than what we’d already endured. I fell to my knees before her, my hands lightly touching her boots as I recited those words again. My heart was too scared to resist.
Once I’d finished, she pulled her boots free and placed a foot on my bowed back. Suddenly, I hurt everywhere again. She was pressing down so hard I could’ve sworn she was opening wounds in my back that were now bleeding. I was in too much pain to move.
“Who am I?”
“Everything, Mistress,” I answered meekly, my body reeling from the pain.
“What are you?”
“Nothing, Mistress.”
“What do you think you are to me?”
“A… A loyal servant, Mistress…”
“And do you think I should care about you?”
I swallowed as she scraped her heel down my cut and bleeding back, letting out a howl of pain. I could feel tears on my cheeks. All I managed to get out as an answer was a pitifully whispered “no.”
“Do you think I should care about you?” she asked again.
“No, Mist-ress.” I struggled to get the answer out, though I raised my voice so she could hear me.
“What do you want?”
“To please you, Mistress.”
“Why should I keep you here in my service?”
“There is nothing keeping me here except your mercy and kindness, Mistress.”
“And you’ll do well to remember that. From now on, I’m keeping you and Tony apart. You’ll have separate quarters in opposite wings of the mansion. You will no longer serve together. Any more fuck ups and I will kill you.”
I didn’t doubt her word. I shivered as she spoke, touched my head to the floor and uttered a quick, “Yes, Mistress.”
“Adrian, take them to their quarters and lock them in for three days. That’ll teach them to disobey me,” she said and left.
We didn’t dare move until we could no longer hear her footsteps. Then, Adrian pulled us to our feet and attached chains to our collars before leading us out of the dungeons to our new rooms.
My heart broke as I watched Ton and Adrian go into Ton’s room. I whispered an “I’m sorry love” to him on the way up, but he refused to acknowledge me. When Adrian left the room and locked the door, that’s when my heart died. I knew then that I’d never see Ton again.
Adrian led me to my new room in silence. I was feeling rejected and depressed. I was thrown inside, Adrian following to remove the chains from my wrists and ankles. He felt the need to bash me into giving him a blowjob before he left. He didn’t stop me til he’d cum several times, choosing to shoot his load all over me instead of making me swallow it as usual. By then I was close to fainting from pain, blood loss and exhaustion.
I slumped to the ground, dejected, shamed and humiliated, covered in horrid sticky semen. I cringed as I heard the lock turn, knowing I was trapped. For those three days, all I did was cry. I didn’t bother moving from the ground. I felt dead inside, knowing there was no one in the entire mansion who would show me any kindness. I didn’t even feel human. I felt lonelier than I’ve ever felt before. When I was let out, I was given a pitiful meal of oatmeal, water and bread before resuming my service. I’d given up all hope of ever seeing Ton again.
The Story Continues: Book Two - Strangers & Jealousy
Title: Punishment and Tears
Author: sashataakheru
Fandoms: No Doubt/Placebo RPS
Starring: Tom Dumont, Tony Kanal, Gwen Stefani, Adrian Young, Brian Molko, Stefan Olsdal, Steve Hewitt
Pairing: Tom/Tony
Warnings: violence, D/s themes, implied drug use
Word Count: 4,767
Disclaimer: Not true in any way, shape or form
Author's Notes: Setting is... SE Californian desert, near Palm Springs (IIRC). Based on a Placebo fic with a similar theme. This one took it's own journey though.
Summary: Mistress hears betrayal and goes on a jealous punishment rampage. There's no kindness here. Begins to explore the Tony/Tom relationship.
Punishment and Tears
“I love you, Ton.”
It was only a whispered few words between us, a spur of the moment gesture to ease his pain. How the hell she heard me, I don’t know. I never should’ve spoken, never should’ve told him. It caused too many problems … and far too much blood, pain and tears. I’d say it again, though, over and over again. I’d scream it to the heavens if she’d let me.
She stood over us then as we lay on the cold ground. I had been leaning over him, my hand on his thigh, our faces inches apart. No wonder she thought we’d been fucking around. Ton was so out of it he didn’t really know what was going on. He was high as a kite and muttering to himself. I glanced at the fury in her eyes and instinctively hugged Ton. I was scared, scared as hell. I’d never seen her so angry. Damn her for being such a jealous bitch.
“I smell betrayal,” was all she said. It was all she needed to say.
Before we knew what was happening, we were being hauled into the depths of her dungeons. God knows what she was planning, but, I could guarantee it wouldn’t be pleasant. We were taken to a small cold stone pit and left there. Whoever was carrying Ton just threw him away. He hit the floor hard. I was at his side straight away, cradling him in my arms. I was scared. I knew what was coming. We were left alone in the darkness. We didn’t see her for a long time. We didn’t dare guess how long she’d left us down there.
The thing about the mansion is that it’s easy to lose track of time there, especially when you never go outside. Days, weeks, months; it doesn’t matter because all you ever see is darkness no matter what time you think it is. Two weeks in there and your body clock’s fucked and time becomes irrelevant.
When she came back, God she looked terrifying. Ton had come round enough to comprehend what had happened. I was so happy to see him alive that I kissed him like I’ve never kissed anyone before. He was shocked, but gave in after a while. It took all his strength to stop me taking him then, and I would’ve done so if I hadn’t seen the abject terror in his eyes at that moment. He shrank back from me as I turned to face the doorway.
And there she stood, dressed like a Goddess, her eyes nothing but anger, rage and jealousy. I knew we were in big trouble then.
“You will love no one but me. That is the first and only thing I asked of you. Punishment awaits those that break this vow,” she said. Her voice was cold and distant, and she turned away from us. I could feel her disappointment with us.
I wondered if she would take us from here to one of her torture rooms, or just leave us here to die. That was quickly answered.
“Get up. Undress.”
We quickly stood up, our bodies sore and weak from our isolation. We hurried to obey her as much as our aching bones would allow us to. I had to help Ton as he was still shaky. I could feel him grasp my hand tightly as he tried to steady himself. I put an arm around his shoulders to help him stand. He leaned his head against my shoulder, tired but scared. Hell, we were both scared. We were too tired to care about being naked. That may have just infuriated her.
She walked up to us now, and I could feel her angry stare on me. She knew it was my fault. How could she not know? She knew everything. I couldn’t see her eyes; there was too much darkness around us. She didn’t speak. I wanted her to say something, ANYTHING, but, she said nothing.
Attaching a chain to the rings in our collars, she led us out of the stone pit down several flights of stairs until we came to the one room we feared the most. We’d never seen it before. We never wanted to see it. I could feel Ton tense up in fear as we approached, his body beginning to shake. Despite the fact that all this was my fault, he was her favourite, and I knew she would punish him the worst. She’d hurt him to punish me. I could’ve almost cried for him then if I weren’t so afraid of where we were going.
The large wooden door came up to us sooner than I wanted. It seemed to open before her, and she glided through the entrance into a dark cold room. We followed in fear as she yanked our collars hard. The room remained dark as we took our first steps inside. We couldn’t see anything. It was cold, though, so very cold. I could feel my skin prickling, slowly numbing in the freezing air. We couldn’t hear anything, and there was no light. As if by magick, flaming torches lit up, creating an eerie orange glow around the perimeter of the room. What we saw was nothing like what we had imagined.
There were chains hanging everywhere. The room smelt of death. There were all sorts of things in that room whose purpose I couldn’t guess, except to cause pain. Everything in that room was designed to cause pain of some shape or form. There were no windows of course. I had no idea how far down we were.
And then I saw her, standing beside a table, leaning on it with a mischievous grin across her cold red lips. In the low light, I could make out what she was wearing: a flowing red gown with painful looking boots – painful in that they had stiletto heels that I could guess would, at some point, meet our flesh. She was that sort of Mistress. Her eyes were dark and cold, framed with black. Her nails were long and sharp, painted black and her hands adorned with jewels. Her thick, blonde hair fell down her shoulders, and seemed oddly metallic to me, not like normal hair should feel. It seemed cold, just like her. She wasn’t very tall, she was only a slight woman, but damn did she have some strength in her. I could almost feel her breathing as we stood there before her. She straightened and turned away from us, possibly inspecting something on the wall.
“Kneel as I have taught you and repeat your vows.”
Her voice cut through the air like ice. I must admit that I shivered when she finally spoke. We were quick to come to our knees, our hands clasped behind our backs tightly and our heads bowed low to the ground. Tired as we were, we didn’t want to infuriate her further.
“As I am bound to You, You own my name and my life, and everything I have is Yours. I am nothing to You. I will love you faithfully and true and serve no other Master. If I break this vow, You may do with me what You will.”
Our voices spoke together, echoing around the room. I could hear Ton’s voice quavering with the cold and with fear as he spoke. I probably sounded scared too. I stumbled over the last sentence, the reality of our punishment suddenly driven home. We hadn’t just disobeyed orders, we’d broken our sacred vows. She had every right to punish us in whatever way she saw fit. She could kill us if she so desired.
I felt someone hit the back of my head; though I remained as I was bowed, a wave of fear washed through me. I saw a pair of feet walk past between Ton and me. I knew who they belonged to. I whispered the name as she said it.
“Adrian, come here, boy. You’re a good servant, aren’t you? I don’t need to punish you, do I?” she said.
“Of course not, Mistress, I live to serve you and obey your word.”
“Good boy, Adrian,” she said to him before turning to us. “Stand up, you two.”
We stood, scared and cold, afraid of what was to come. We only knew one thing for sure: it was gonna hurt like hell. Adrian walked over to us and chained our hands and feet to our collars. I could see nothing but hatred in his eyes as he chained me.
Ton may have been her favourite, but Adrian was the most loyal. He used to be kind. He used to carry us back to our rooms and help heal our wounds. Then, she changed him. Now, he was as cruel as she was. He was privileged because of his loyalty, and he was never punished.
She had no love for me, and I knew it. She didn’t care about me. I was just another body to work for her, another nameless slave bound to her. Even then, she didn’t call me to work as often as she called others. I spent my time locked in my room, left with my own thoughts. Someone would bring me a meal or two a day, though not everyone remembered I was still here. I made a habit of keeping a small stash of non-perishable food in case I was forgotten for a while. If I were let out for some reason, I’d always try and make a trip to the kitchens and try to steal some food, just in case. After a while, I began to wonder why she bothered keeping me around when she called on me to work so infrequently. More often than not, when she called on me, she’d ask me to play for her. Only during busy times did she call on me to work for her properly.
In a way, I was glad she neglected me, as I didn’t get any ‘special treatment’, as she so eloquently put it. But, it also made me feel so very lonely. Often, I was left for hours alone in the dark while Ton and Adrian worked for her. It gave me time to think, but I missed Ton so much I felt I was slowly going mad. Thinking was no substitute for his warmth. The isolation is probably what led to this situation in the first place. I was so starved for human contact that I became overly affectionate with Ton whenever we spent time alone together. I was so hurt when he’d brush me away and go to sleep. Being rejected by him was worse than being rejected by her.
“You made a vow to love only me. There will be no one else in your heart but me. Now, answer me, what are you?” Her voice sounded angry now.
We both bowed our heads. I noticed Ton mouthing his answer out of the corner of my eye as I whispered mine.
“Nothing, Mistress.”
“I can’t hear you. What are you?”
“Nothing, Mistress,” I ventured, still scared, my voice not much louder. I could feel Ton shaking beside me.
“What am I to you?”
“Everything, Mistress,” I said. I knew she was aiming the questions at me, as I was the one whose loyalty she was testing.
“You are my Mistress, my love, my protector, my mother. My life is in your hands,” Ton mumbled, almost incoherent with fear. He fell to his knees and crawled over to her, kissing her boots while muttering his repentance and sorrow. He may have been crying. I couldn’t tell. She didn’t let this last long and kicked him away. He rolled across the cold stone floor. Now I could hear him sobbing.
“Shut up the both of you. I can smell your fear a mile away.”
Before I knew what was happening, I felt Adrian grab me and lie me down on a table, tightly secured. I couldn’t see where Ton was until I felt my head pulled up. He was huddled in a tiny cage, his knees drawn up to his chest, crying. I could see the tears falling down his face. I wanted to run to him so bad, but my attempts were met with an angry glare and a slap.
She stood on top of the table, towering over me and blocking my view of Ton in the cage. She stuck a booted foot on my chest, pressing the heel into my skin. I gasped in pain, my chest tightening under the pressure and the pain. She moved her foot to my neck, the sharp heel teasing my jugular with death and life. I was sick with fear as she pressed the heel into my neck. I knew she could kill me right then and there, if she so felt the need. She stopped and moved lower, pressing the heel into my stomach. I felt like she was going to impale me, it hurt so much. She moved lower still, pressing into my groin, scraping the heel down my cock. She moved to press the heel into my balls one at a time, and I was terrified that she’d burst them. The pain was horrible, and struck me everywhere. Something inside me screamed. All I could feel was pain.
She knelt over me and leaned into my face. I could now see her angry, jealous eyes. She scratched my chest with her nails, slowly scraping my skin away. She went so slowly I couldn’t bear it. I could’ve sworn I felt blood oozing out of my skin. She reached back and grabbed my cock in her cold hands. I could feel her digging her nails into my skin. I whimpered softly as she went back further, playing with my broken balls before reaching my hole. I wasn’t really sure what was going on as my whole body ached. I may have felt myself penetrated. She may have fucked me. I was almost too delirious to care.
Ton’s screaming brought me back to the room, as did her movement off me. I looked up, craning my neck to see my bleeding chest and Ton huddled in his cage still as Adrian flogged him.
“I wanna see you both bleed,” she said as Ton was flogged in the cage.
At her words, Adrian stopped and pulled Ton out of the cage. I felt myself freed from my restraints and pulled to my feet. Ton and I were standing facing each other; I could see how scared he was. Perhaps I looked the same. I couldn’t tell. I was scared for him. I mean, he’s only a little guy, and he can’t take as much punishment as I can.
“This is all your fault, Tom. It’s your fault he’s bleeding. What do you want?” I could almost hear her joy at asking me this question she already knew the answer to.
“I want this all to end. He doesn’t deserve to be punished for my mistakes, Mistress,” I said quietly.
“How selfless of you, Tom. Take one last look at him. This’ll be the last time you ever see him,” she said. I could hear the sadistic cruelty in her voice. She was obviously depriving much joy from our pain.
Adrian pushed him to her feet and held him while she beat him and insulted him. I didn’t want to watch it, but I was too afraid to flee. She cut into his chest and wrists with a blade, making him lick the blood up from the wounds in his wrists. She made him suckle on her breasts as a final act of submission, she being our mother, we her adoring, obedient children.
Then, she had him hung from the ceiling and flogged. If I wasn’t crying before, I was crying then, his pained, terrified sobs breaking my heart. Then I felt the whip burn into my flesh. I couldn’t even remember them hanging me up or finishing with Ton.
I couldn’t believe how much it hurt, though. The pain was so great my mind refused to detach, the pain simply overwhelming. Every part of my body stung with pain. Sure, I’d been flogged before, but it had never hurt this much. When she took the whip to my cock, God, I must’ve been screaming. I don’t know how she managed it, but it fucking stung like nothing I’ve ever felt before. When she finally stopped, she pressed against me, and scratched my cock with her nails. I can’t find words to describe the pain that caused. I can still remember the pain now. She kissed me and licked my face. I could tell there was no love in her actions; she was merely teasing me with the love she gave everyone else by default. Suddenly my legs wouldn’t hold and I collapsed to the ground, aching, tired and bleeding. I don’t even remember my hands being released from the ceiling.
She pulled me to my feet and away from Ton into a corner of the room. I could see the table covered in spikes now, and I didn’t want to be there. Surprisingly, she walked past the table and led me instead over to the box lying upright against the wall. She opened the box and forced me inside. Only once I was inside did I feel the spikes pressing into my skin. The spikes seemed to be pressing into every inch of my skin. It felt like being stung everywhere. The pain wouldn’t go away. It was so dark in there. I couldn’t see out except through a tiny slit on the cover, not that I could move or see much. I couldn’t see Ton at all; all I heard was his screaming. I couldn’t imagine what they were doing to him. I didn’t want to know. They were yelling at him though, calling him all these nasty names. I could only hear him screaming and sobbing, and my heart was torn in two. I was helpless, and the one person I loved was being tortured. I could do nothing to stop it.
After what seemed like hours, I was brought out of the box and thrown to the floor beside Ton. He was crumpled in a heap, bleeding and crying. Apparently, it was my turn again. I was hooked up to a set of rings in the ceiling. My toes couldn’t touch the ground. Then I felt the sting of the whip against my back. The pain exploded in my mind, and I must’ve been crying. I wasn’t sure of anything now. All I felt was blood flowing from my body and running down my legs.
I must’ve blacked out because the next thing I remember is when I woke up. I was back in the dark, cold stone pit alone, coming to realise that everything ached. I shivered and tried to force my stiff body to curl up into itself, not that it would. I figured she was going to get rid of me. I was too old and not worth having around any more. Besides, she had no use for me. I resigned myself to this and let my eyes get used to the darkness. Then I noticed something hanging above me. A body. Ton? I was scared to speak, not knowing who it was. Just then, the body came hurtling down towards me, falling on top of me hard. I was winded badly and my body wouldn’t move.
Before I had time to find out, I felt someone move behind me. Someone lifted the body from me and helped me up. My legs felt so weak. I was shaking. I was cold, frightened and sore. I could see no one else around me.
“Who do you love?”
Her voice came through the air, and I shivered again. I wasn’t sure where she was or if she was even in the room with me. I was shaking so much I couldn’t speak. For once, I couldn’t answer her. Suddenly, she was pressed against me, my body protesting loudly at the intrusion. She kissed me deeply, her tongue invading my mouth while she bit my lips. I felt her grab my cock and start stroking it. I think I groaned. It felt good, but I wasn’t sure this was what she wanted from me. Maybe it was just such a relief to feel a kind touch for once. Perhaps it was the vain hope that she really did love me after all.
“Where’s your voice? Too hard to speak?”
Her voice had a nasty bite to it, and I suddenly felt dizzy and weak. I could feel my knees trembling.
“Who do you love?”
Ton. “You, Mistress, no one but You.” It was so very hard to say that, with my mouth and my mind saying different things.
“I don’t believe you. Who do you love?”
“Only You, Mistress,” I tried to sound sincere, but I think I was too scared to make it sound believable.
“Liar. You love Tony. You broke your vow and must be punished.”
Her words stung my wounds. I didn’t want to be punished again.
“I… don’t love – Tony.” Oh, the effort to force those words out! My heart was breaking at the betrayal. She knew I was lying, though her face didn’t show this.
“If you don’t love Tony, you should have no qualms about raping him, should you?”
I never saw that one coming. It was only now that I noticed Tony huddled against the wall, still naked, Adrian standing over him. I could see Tony sucking Adrian’s cock, probably on his command. He liked making Ton do that to him. I knew that much of how he was treated. We all did.
At her words, Adrian pulled him to his feet by his hair and pushed him into my arms. Ton was still chained up. I looked down at him and saw only his frightened eyes. I was finally able to see how badly injured he was, and it was hard to contain my shock. I was surprised he was still conscious. Seeing him now, I knew this was going to hurt him more than me, though I would have to deal with the guilt alone.
I swallowed my fear and committed myself to following her orders, not wanting to find out what punishment disobedience would bring. I was in enough trouble as it was. I pushed Ton over to the wall and turned him around so he was facing the cold stone. I kept an arm pressed against his shoulders to keep him still. With only a second’s hesitation, I roughly forced my way inside him. I tried to convince her I didn’t care by making it as rough as possible, much as it pained me to do so. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt him, but I didn’t want to be punished again.
I heard Ton cry out in pain as I entered him. Then all I could hear was his pitiful sobbing as I thrust into him. I reached around to grab his cock, feeling him shiver and cry out as I began to stroke him. I willed myself to continue until I came, finishing with several short hard thrusts as I shot my cum into his ass. I could feel him getting close as I stroked him and once I’d withdrawn, I turned him around to finish the job, taking him deep into my mouth until I could taste him on my lips. I heard him sigh and grab my hair with his hands, the chains hitting my head, before sliding down the wall into my embrace. I kissed him and held him tight, waiting for her to respond.
We didn’t have to wait long. Adrian pulled us apart and forced us to stand. We stood with our heads bowed, not daring to look at her. I could feel Ton shaking beside me.
“Do you think you’ve been punished enough?”
That was a question I didn’t want to be asked. To agree would be to invite further punishment. To disagree would bring the same result. My mind couldn’t think of a response she’d like. Then I heard Ton speak, his voice soft and scared.
“It isn’t up to us to decide that, Mistress.”
“Good boy. At least someone knows their place around here.” I could feel her glaring at me, and I felt humiliated and shamed, angry that I hadn’t thought of that answer. She turned to me and lifted my head up. I met her eyes and couldn’t look away. “Do you love Tony?” she asked again.
I shook my head, no, too afraid to speak. I was afraid of saying something more to infuriate her.
“Who do you love?”
“You, Mistress, only You,” I said.
“Kneel and recite your vow. This time, you won’t break it or you really will be punished.”
I shuddered at the implication of a punishment far worse than what we’d already endured. I fell to my knees before her, my hands lightly touching her boots as I recited those words again. My heart was too scared to resist.
Once I’d finished, she pulled her boots free and placed a foot on my bowed back. Suddenly, I hurt everywhere again. She was pressing down so hard I could’ve sworn she was opening wounds in my back that were now bleeding. I was in too much pain to move.
“Who am I?”
“Everything, Mistress,” I answered meekly, my body reeling from the pain.
“What are you?”
“Nothing, Mistress.”
“What do you think you are to me?”
“A… A loyal servant, Mistress…”
“And do you think I should care about you?”
I swallowed as she scraped her heel down my cut and bleeding back, letting out a howl of pain. I could feel tears on my cheeks. All I managed to get out as an answer was a pitifully whispered “no.”
“Do you think I should care about you?” she asked again.
“No, Mist-ress.” I struggled to get the answer out, though I raised my voice so she could hear me.
“What do you want?”
“To please you, Mistress.”
“Why should I keep you here in my service?”
“There is nothing keeping me here except your mercy and kindness, Mistress.”
“And you’ll do well to remember that. From now on, I’m keeping you and Tony apart. You’ll have separate quarters in opposite wings of the mansion. You will no longer serve together. Any more fuck ups and I will kill you.”
I didn’t doubt her word. I shivered as she spoke, touched my head to the floor and uttered a quick, “Yes, Mistress.”
“Adrian, take them to their quarters and lock them in for three days. That’ll teach them to disobey me,” she said and left.
We didn’t dare move until we could no longer hear her footsteps. Then, Adrian pulled us to our feet and attached chains to our collars before leading us out of the dungeons to our new rooms.
My heart broke as I watched Ton and Adrian go into Ton’s room. I whispered an “I’m sorry love” to him on the way up, but he refused to acknowledge me. When Adrian left the room and locked the door, that’s when my heart died. I knew then that I’d never see Ton again.
Adrian led me to my new room in silence. I was feeling rejected and depressed. I was thrown inside, Adrian following to remove the chains from my wrists and ankles. He felt the need to bash me into giving him a blowjob before he left. He didn’t stop me til he’d cum several times, choosing to shoot his load all over me instead of making me swallow it as usual. By then I was close to fainting from pain, blood loss and exhaustion.
I slumped to the ground, dejected, shamed and humiliated, covered in horrid sticky semen. I cringed as I heard the lock turn, knowing I was trapped. For those three days, all I did was cry. I didn’t bother moving from the ground. I felt dead inside, knowing there was no one in the entire mansion who would show me any kindness. I didn’t even feel human. I felt lonelier than I’ve ever felt before. When I was let out, I was given a pitiful meal of oatmeal, water and bread before resuming my service. I’d given up all hope of ever seeing Ton again.
The Story Continues: Book Two - Strangers & Jealousy
