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wolfanficsFollow-up/Sequel from Submission/Domination/Suppression. Yeah, Charlie had more to tell. It's adopted an unofficial title of 'Charlie.'
Anyway, this is the sequel. There's a third part I'm almost ready to post as well.
May or may not post this elsewhere. I can't decide where it'd be acceptable. But, meh, I'll post it now and stop wasting time.
Title: Repercussion
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandom: Admish meets The Chaser
Characters: Charles Firth/Julian Morrow a.k.a Master (for this chapter anyway -- Adam and Hamish will be back)
Word Count: 1,907
Warnings: swearing and harsh whipping/punishment
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: I don’t know them, not associated with them, just a slashy fangirl admirer with a very active imagination.
Author's Notes/Summary: Here are my strange ideas about the Firth persona being the cover-up fora submissive feminised little pain slut a timid, introverted little buttercup.
Follow-on/Sequel from Submission/Domination/Suppression. I hadn’t expected it to get this dark. Hmm. Oh, and the whip referred to as the cat is (obviously) a cat o’ nine tails. Charlie just wouldn’t call it that. Refused to call it that.
Repercussion
Master kicking my kennel wakes me up the next day. He’s yelling at me again. I want to cower in my kennel until He goes away, but I know He won’t like that. I manage to crawl out, seeing Him standing before me. I dare not look up at Him. I’m not worthy enough to look at Him.
“Good morning-”
“Shut up, bitch. You’ve slept in this morning. Get my breakfast now,” Master says.
“Yes, Master,” I say, kissing His shoes before crawling away from Him towards the kitchen.
I quickly prepare His breakfast, knowing He’ll expect absolute perfection since I’m up late. I try not to mess things up. I carry His meal in to Him, finding Him seated at the dining table, waiting for me. I keep my eyes to the floor, looking away as I place the tray down in front of Him, kneeling beside Him as He eats.
When He finishes eating, He places a hand on my head, softly stroking my hair. His touch is comforting. I allow myself a small smile.
“How was last night? Don’t lie to me. I have ways of finding out the truth of your words,” Master says.
I don’t doubt Him at all. I tell Him exactly what happened, even confessing my lies and my doubts to Him. I can’t lie to Him. When I finish, He pats my head a few times. I know He’s not happy with me. I know I’ll be punished for this.
“I am sorry, Master,” I whisper, not wanting to anger Him further.
“You doubt I care for you? How long have I housed you here? How long have I taken care of you? You owe me your life. I deserve your respect and your full devotion. Anything less is not good enough,” He says. I cringe at the disappointment in His voice. He isn’t yelling; it’s the quiet disappointment that hurts the most. I’ve failed Him big time.
“If I may be so bold, Master, I may owe You my life, but what good is that if You do not give me Your love, sir?” I say, something rebellious fighting through.
“You know I love you, Charlie. Have I ever given you any indication that I don’t love you?” Master says.
“It-it’s just that… do You ever ask me how I am? Do You ever just want to… I mean, would I ever be allowed to just be close to You, sir? It’s not that I don’t love what You do to me, I just… sometimes, I feel like You keep Yourself at a distance from me. How can I be sure You really do love me? That You’re really concerned about me when I’m not feeling well? How do I know You don’t just keep me here because You love having a slave around to serve You, not because You love me? That You consider me Your servant, not Your lover?” I say, surprised at how honest I’m being.
The silence that greets me is deafening. I have upset Him. He might kick me out. He has every right to get rid of such a slave as me who doubts His Master cares for him. I curl into myself, waiting for His answer, wanting to cry. I never should’ve spoken. I’m not sure why I said those things. Perhaps it was seeing Adam and Hamish together and Adam’s concern for his lover that made me wonder about Master and me. Eventually, Master addresses me.
“You’re seeking a relationship that is beyond what you are. If you really want that sort of relationship, you won’t get it from me. But you’re not leaving. I have need of you here. Remember what you are. You’re a fucking slave girl. Nothing more. You don’t fucking deserve my love. You aren’t my equal, therefore I don’t treat you as such. Now get these dishes cleared away before I punish you for slacking off as well,” Master says.
“Yes, Master,” I say, crushed at His response.
I rise and clear His breakfast away as ordered, not wishing to anger Him further, though really, at this stage, it wouldn’t matter. Master will punish me harshly for this. I finish quickly and come to kneel at His feet again.
“You have acted like a selfish child, Charlie. You should always think of your Master first. Now, come. You must be punished for your disgraceful behaviour,” Master says.
I barely have time to reply when He yanks me to my feet by my collar, leading me down to His dungeon where He always punishes me. I’m terrified, yet so fucking excited at the same time. God, there’s already pain from my cock, I’m hard just anticipating the pain. But, I shouldn’t be looking forward to punishment, not this punishment. I feel bad because of that. I must try my hardest to accept this punishment in the proper way. This is not for my enjoyment, not this time. I have a horrible feeling Master will punish me very harshly. He-He may draw a lot of blood by the time He’s finished. He may finally castrate me. I’m terrified to think of what He’ll do to punish me.
We enter the dungeon and Master lets go of my collar, walking away from me. I stand there, shaking, waiting for Him to address me. Several minutes pass before I’m addressed. I spend the time terrified, my mind going over every possible punishment Master could do to me.
“Strip. Hands and knees bitch.”
Such simple, concise words, but carrying so much anger. I quickly obey Him, pulling my clothes off and getting down on my hands and knees, always keeping my head bowed.
The immediate flash of pain across my arse catches me by surprise. It takes a few shocked seconds to work out what He’s hit me with. Oh, fuck, He’s brought out the cat. He must be really angry. He never brings out that whip, not unless He’s really angry. I’ve only been whipped with that one a few times in all the years I’ve served Him. I try my hardest not to make Him that angry.
I remain where I am as He whips me, whips my arse and my back, trying to be strong in spite of the pain coursing through my body. Five strokes in and I’m struggling to remain standing, trying not to cry. I know He hates it when I cry during punishment, but it’s so hard when the pain is so fucking intense.
I quickly lose track of how many times He whips me. Sometimes He makes me count out the strokes, but this time I’m sure He’s more interested in punishing me. I’m not even sure I remember Him finishing with the whipping. The pain all feels the same by now. I’m concentrating so hard on remaining on my hands and knees in spite of how much pain I’m in. I’m not even aware of His movements, not until He comes to stand in front of me, lifting my head up with His foot. I keep my eyes lowered.
“Does it hurt, bitch?” He says.
“Yes, Master, it hurts a lot, Master,” I say, barely able to speak.
“You know I hate to punish you so harshly, but when you show such disobedience, I have no choice. You’ll sleep outside tonight. You don’t deserve that pathetic kennel tonight,” He says.
“Yes, Master. I know I don’t deserve the kennel, Master,” I say.
“I think it’s finally time I castrated you. This should tell you how badly you have angered me,” He says.
There’s a sick feeling in my stomach. He’s always threatened me with this, but I never imagined He’d ever carry out His threat. Suddenly, I’m terrified. I can’t… lose this now. It’s all I have left of who I once was. He can’t take this away from me. But, I can’t stop Him. I haven’t the strength to fight Him. I swallow my fear and answer Him, knowing He’s expecting me to speak.
“Yes, Master. You may do to me what You will, sir,” I say.
“Good girl. I want it done properly. You have a week to think about your crime before you have it done. That should teach you not to doubt my love again,” He says.
“Yes, Master. I’m sorry, Master. I’ll never doubt Your love again, Master. I’m a stupid girl, I know that Master. I’m-”
“Stop your grovelling. You make me sick. Get out. Now. Go sleep with the dogs. And maybe I’ll bring you some dinner if I’m feeling generous,” He says.
“Yes, Master,” I whisper.
I begin the long climb out of the dungeons back to the house, Master following behind me. I’m surprised I can move at all. He kicks me a few times to get me moving before dragging me outside, throwing me in with the two Rottweilers He keeps. At least they like me. I’m so tired I can hardly move. I’m sure I’m bleeding badly. I can feel one of the dogs sniffing me, lying beside me. Why are these two dogs the only ones who love me? Why doesn’t Master love me? Why do I keep thinking Master doesn’t love me? He says He loves me. Why don’t I believe Him?
I barely manage to bring an arm over to hug the dog beside me. I’m not sure which it is. I’m in no condition to care. I’m sure the dogs stay beside me all night. I don’t really sleep, and Master never brings me food. Only now do I cry. I’m scared I’ve angered Master enough to make Him sell me, or pass me on to someone else. I’m not sure He’ll forgive me for this. Perhaps I should go now, save Him the trouble of keeping me further. Yes. I’m a disgrace to my Master. I should go now to save Him from any more trouble. I shouldn’t do anything more to spoil His good name. Besides, aren’t useless slaves castrated before they’re sold? Master obviously doesn’t want me anymore. I should go. That way I can… still be myself.
It’s near dawn by the time I feel I have enough strength to move. I pick myself up, pulling out the small stash of clothes I’ve scabbed from the house. They’re not very good, but they’ll do. At least I’ll be warm. And there’s five dollars there that I’ve kept for is it four years now? It’s all the money I have. That will have to buy me breakfast. I’m starving. I say goodbye to the dogs and leave, creeping out into the darkness, leaving my home to…
Where am I going?
I know I should leave, but where should I go? Only one place springs to mind. Adam’s place. I doubt anyone else would want me. I begin the long walk through the cold city. Everything aches, my legs tire quickly. I have to stop every few minutes. I keep walking, knowing I have to get there somehow. I’m not even sure what time it is when I arrive, dragging my tired body up the stairs to Adam’s flat. I’m not sure he’s even awake yet. Maybe I should just wait for him. I wouldn’t want to disturb him. Finally feeling safe for the first time in a long time, I curl up at the foot of the door and sleep, waiting and resting.
Anyway, this is the sequel. There's a third part I'm almost ready to post as well.
May or may not post this elsewhere. I can't decide where it'd be acceptable. But, meh, I'll post it now and stop wasting time.
Title: Repercussion
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandom: Admish meets The Chaser
Characters: Charles Firth/Julian Morrow a.k.a Master (for this chapter anyway -- Adam and Hamish will be back)
Word Count: 1,907
Warnings: swearing and harsh whipping/punishment
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: I don’t know them, not associated with them, just a slashy fangirl admirer with a very active imagination.
Author's Notes/Summary: Here are my strange ideas about the Firth persona being the cover-up for
Follow-on/Sequel from Submission/Domination/Suppression. I hadn’t expected it to get this dark. Hmm. Oh, and the whip referred to as the cat is (obviously) a cat o’ nine tails. Charlie just wouldn’t call it that. Refused to call it that.
Repercussion
Master kicking my kennel wakes me up the next day. He’s yelling at me again. I want to cower in my kennel until He goes away, but I know He won’t like that. I manage to crawl out, seeing Him standing before me. I dare not look up at Him. I’m not worthy enough to look at Him.
“Good morning-”
“Shut up, bitch. You’ve slept in this morning. Get my breakfast now,” Master says.
“Yes, Master,” I say, kissing His shoes before crawling away from Him towards the kitchen.
I quickly prepare His breakfast, knowing He’ll expect absolute perfection since I’m up late. I try not to mess things up. I carry His meal in to Him, finding Him seated at the dining table, waiting for me. I keep my eyes to the floor, looking away as I place the tray down in front of Him, kneeling beside Him as He eats.
When He finishes eating, He places a hand on my head, softly stroking my hair. His touch is comforting. I allow myself a small smile.
“How was last night? Don’t lie to me. I have ways of finding out the truth of your words,” Master says.
I don’t doubt Him at all. I tell Him exactly what happened, even confessing my lies and my doubts to Him. I can’t lie to Him. When I finish, He pats my head a few times. I know He’s not happy with me. I know I’ll be punished for this.
“I am sorry, Master,” I whisper, not wanting to anger Him further.
“You doubt I care for you? How long have I housed you here? How long have I taken care of you? You owe me your life. I deserve your respect and your full devotion. Anything less is not good enough,” He says. I cringe at the disappointment in His voice. He isn’t yelling; it’s the quiet disappointment that hurts the most. I’ve failed Him big time.
“If I may be so bold, Master, I may owe You my life, but what good is that if You do not give me Your love, sir?” I say, something rebellious fighting through.
“You know I love you, Charlie. Have I ever given you any indication that I don’t love you?” Master says.
“It-it’s just that… do You ever ask me how I am? Do You ever just want to… I mean, would I ever be allowed to just be close to You, sir? It’s not that I don’t love what You do to me, I just… sometimes, I feel like You keep Yourself at a distance from me. How can I be sure You really do love me? That You’re really concerned about me when I’m not feeling well? How do I know You don’t just keep me here because You love having a slave around to serve You, not because You love me? That You consider me Your servant, not Your lover?” I say, surprised at how honest I’m being.
The silence that greets me is deafening. I have upset Him. He might kick me out. He has every right to get rid of such a slave as me who doubts His Master cares for him. I curl into myself, waiting for His answer, wanting to cry. I never should’ve spoken. I’m not sure why I said those things. Perhaps it was seeing Adam and Hamish together and Adam’s concern for his lover that made me wonder about Master and me. Eventually, Master addresses me.
“You’re seeking a relationship that is beyond what you are. If you really want that sort of relationship, you won’t get it from me. But you’re not leaving. I have need of you here. Remember what you are. You’re a fucking slave girl. Nothing more. You don’t fucking deserve my love. You aren’t my equal, therefore I don’t treat you as such. Now get these dishes cleared away before I punish you for slacking off as well,” Master says.
“Yes, Master,” I say, crushed at His response.
I rise and clear His breakfast away as ordered, not wishing to anger Him further, though really, at this stage, it wouldn’t matter. Master will punish me harshly for this. I finish quickly and come to kneel at His feet again.
“You have acted like a selfish child, Charlie. You should always think of your Master first. Now, come. You must be punished for your disgraceful behaviour,” Master says.
I barely have time to reply when He yanks me to my feet by my collar, leading me down to His dungeon where He always punishes me. I’m terrified, yet so fucking excited at the same time. God, there’s already pain from my cock, I’m hard just anticipating the pain. But, I shouldn’t be looking forward to punishment, not this punishment. I feel bad because of that. I must try my hardest to accept this punishment in the proper way. This is not for my enjoyment, not this time. I have a horrible feeling Master will punish me very harshly. He-He may draw a lot of blood by the time He’s finished. He may finally castrate me. I’m terrified to think of what He’ll do to punish me.
We enter the dungeon and Master lets go of my collar, walking away from me. I stand there, shaking, waiting for Him to address me. Several minutes pass before I’m addressed. I spend the time terrified, my mind going over every possible punishment Master could do to me.
“Strip. Hands and knees bitch.”
Such simple, concise words, but carrying so much anger. I quickly obey Him, pulling my clothes off and getting down on my hands and knees, always keeping my head bowed.
The immediate flash of pain across my arse catches me by surprise. It takes a few shocked seconds to work out what He’s hit me with. Oh, fuck, He’s brought out the cat. He must be really angry. He never brings out that whip, not unless He’s really angry. I’ve only been whipped with that one a few times in all the years I’ve served Him. I try my hardest not to make Him that angry.
I remain where I am as He whips me, whips my arse and my back, trying to be strong in spite of the pain coursing through my body. Five strokes in and I’m struggling to remain standing, trying not to cry. I know He hates it when I cry during punishment, but it’s so hard when the pain is so fucking intense.
I quickly lose track of how many times He whips me. Sometimes He makes me count out the strokes, but this time I’m sure He’s more interested in punishing me. I’m not even sure I remember Him finishing with the whipping. The pain all feels the same by now. I’m concentrating so hard on remaining on my hands and knees in spite of how much pain I’m in. I’m not even aware of His movements, not until He comes to stand in front of me, lifting my head up with His foot. I keep my eyes lowered.
“Does it hurt, bitch?” He says.
“Yes, Master, it hurts a lot, Master,” I say, barely able to speak.
“You know I hate to punish you so harshly, but when you show such disobedience, I have no choice. You’ll sleep outside tonight. You don’t deserve that pathetic kennel tonight,” He says.
“Yes, Master. I know I don’t deserve the kennel, Master,” I say.
“I think it’s finally time I castrated you. This should tell you how badly you have angered me,” He says.
There’s a sick feeling in my stomach. He’s always threatened me with this, but I never imagined He’d ever carry out His threat. Suddenly, I’m terrified. I can’t… lose this now. It’s all I have left of who I once was. He can’t take this away from me. But, I can’t stop Him. I haven’t the strength to fight Him. I swallow my fear and answer Him, knowing He’s expecting me to speak.
“Yes, Master. You may do to me what You will, sir,” I say.
“Good girl. I want it done properly. You have a week to think about your crime before you have it done. That should teach you not to doubt my love again,” He says.
“Yes, Master. I’m sorry, Master. I’ll never doubt Your love again, Master. I’m a stupid girl, I know that Master. I’m-”
“Stop your grovelling. You make me sick. Get out. Now. Go sleep with the dogs. And maybe I’ll bring you some dinner if I’m feeling generous,” He says.
“Yes, Master,” I whisper.
I begin the long climb out of the dungeons back to the house, Master following behind me. I’m surprised I can move at all. He kicks me a few times to get me moving before dragging me outside, throwing me in with the two Rottweilers He keeps. At least they like me. I’m so tired I can hardly move. I’m sure I’m bleeding badly. I can feel one of the dogs sniffing me, lying beside me. Why are these two dogs the only ones who love me? Why doesn’t Master love me? Why do I keep thinking Master doesn’t love me? He says He loves me. Why don’t I believe Him?
I barely manage to bring an arm over to hug the dog beside me. I’m not sure which it is. I’m in no condition to care. I’m sure the dogs stay beside me all night. I don’t really sleep, and Master never brings me food. Only now do I cry. I’m scared I’ve angered Master enough to make Him sell me, or pass me on to someone else. I’m not sure He’ll forgive me for this. Perhaps I should go now, save Him the trouble of keeping me further. Yes. I’m a disgrace to my Master. I should go now to save Him from any more trouble. I shouldn’t do anything more to spoil His good name. Besides, aren’t useless slaves castrated before they’re sold? Master obviously doesn’t want me anymore. I should go. That way I can… still be myself.
It’s near dawn by the time I feel I have enough strength to move. I pick myself up, pulling out the small stash of clothes I’ve scabbed from the house. They’re not very good, but they’ll do. At least I’ll be warm. And there’s five dollars there that I’ve kept for is it four years now? It’s all the money I have. That will have to buy me breakfast. I’m starving. I say goodbye to the dogs and leave, creeping out into the darkness, leaving my home to…
Where am I going?
I know I should leave, but where should I go? Only one place springs to mind. Adam’s place. I doubt anyone else would want me. I begin the long walk through the cold city. Everything aches, my legs tire quickly. I have to stop every few minutes. I keep walking, knowing I have to get there somehow. I’m not even sure what time it is when I arrive, dragging my tired body up the stairs to Adam’s flat. I’m not sure he’s even awake yet. Maybe I should just wait for him. I wouldn’t want to disturb him. Finally feeling safe for the first time in a long time, I curl up at the foot of the door and sleep, waiting and resting.
