How Deep It Goes

He left her there. She didn’t know how much time had passed. She didn’t know what time of day it was because in this room it’s always dark. A pervasive thick darkness that strangled her senses. Her body throbbed. Each fresh wound beat in unison with her heart. It was painful. It was frightening. It was all she ever wanted. Her wrists and ankles were raw. The sharp sound of silence screamed in her ears. She had to pee again and was left no other choice but to do so, right where she lay. Soon he would come back and then it would start all over again. It hurt when she swallowed. Each time she felt the pain in her glands her pussy twitched. Another after-effect of his love for her. Autoerotic Asphyxiation. Two words she never thought she would learn, much less experience. He introduced her to the madness of this addiction. The last time he raped her he put his hands around her throat. He did it lovingly at first. Then, the harder he fucked her the tighter his fingers squeezed, until he was almost choking her to death. He made sure she came, as he always did, and the intensity of the orgasm made her pass out. It was incredible.

She forever curses this man because even though he has brutally violated and tortured her – at the same time he has opened her up to the freedom that comes with surrendering. But it wasn’t like that at first. No, it certainly was not. At first she was blindfolded all the time. She never knew where he would touch her or what instrument he would use. The unknown terrified her. She would find herself shaking uncontrollably in anticipation of his touch or that first bloody cut. Eventually she got used to it, even developed a sixth sense as to where he was in the room or what he might do to her. She learned his patterns and after awhile the movements weren’t so sudden and she reluctantly started to enjoy it.

The nipple torture alone is excruciating at times. He would sometimes spend hours, or at least that’s how long it seems to her, stimulating her nipples. Whether it be in the form of biting, squeezing, or pinching them so hard until she sees stars. He would make her come by doing this, over and over again. Sometimes he would put a needle through each nipple and then twist them around until she felt like they would surely fall off. Other times he would put them in clamps so that they are constantly being pinched. Saying it hurt so good would be one hell of an understatement. She grew to like the nipple clamps the best. It provided the stimulation she now craved, while his hands where able to do other nasty things to her. The places he’s explored inside her body, she never knew existed.

When it comes to her pussy he shows absolutely no mercy. He uses and abuses that part of her, yet each time, the pleasure derived from the agony brings her a little bit closer to insanity. He will spend half a day manipulating her in a multitude of ways. He keeps a clothespin on her clit to make her constantly aware of it. He’s cut her clit and made her bleed. He will then suck on it and play with the open wound with his tongue. Ah sweet torture. He makes her come so many times that she eventually begins to resist it. Which is impossible. He is able to get her so worked up that by the time the night is through her vocal chords are so swollen from screaming, she is unable to talk for days.

He likes to have her in two positions. Either lying on her back, shackled to the bed, or on her belly, giving him full access to her beautiful ass.

It was time to feed her. During these times he allows her to sit up. He puts a metal choker around her neck, which has a heavy chain attached to it. The chain is attached to built in metal bars hanging over the bed. He watched as she ate. She looked beautiful. Her long dark hair fell past her supple ass. Her brown eyes were teeming with both hatred and lust; darting back and forth giving her the appearance of a mad woman. Her bruised and battered body made him feel like a god. She was his masterpiece. She made him feel like life was worth living.

Even though he is clearly the one who controls her, she, without even knowing it has him wrapped around her little finger. It is she who haunts him at night. She who is able to reach down and grab hold of his soul causing his heart to break. And she does this over and over again. He looked at the clothespin clamping her clit, now a magnificent shade of bright red and double its size because of the swelling. He wanted to sink his teeth into her. He moved a little closer and started to pull on the clamp between her legs. She pushed his hands away and in a low growl said, “I am eating!”

She knew as soon as the words came out of her mouth that she was in trouble.