The restraints around my wrists were tight and I couldn't move at all, I just hung there like a wet sack. All I could do was wait, wait for my punishment. After all, I had been caught... and now something worse than the many hours of torture at the hands of that woman awaited me.
Wonder who's gonna do it today...
The room was completely dark, I couldn't see a single thing, it was pitch black in here. Suddenly the outline of a door lit up and I saw light flooding the room. The floor and the walls and the ceiling were all patted with black carpet and there was a single lamp hanging from the ceiling, of course, not yet lit. The base of the metal bars that I was chained to was made of black metal. I saw someone walk in with a large box, turn on the lamp and then close the door.
From the way the person walked, I could already tell who it was. She swayed her hips... must be Lady Pain.
"Hello darling, missed me?" she asked as she removed her hood and robe.
Beneath she was wearing your typical latex dominatrix outfit. She had green eyes and blond hair just like Acil and if it weren't for the things she had done to me I might have even called her attractive. But all I felt in this moment was fear. My heart was pounding against my rib cage and I felt like I needed to puke.
She was walking up to me and grabbed my ground. I was still naked. She squished my testicles between her fingers. It hurt like hell but I didn't have the energy to scream right now.
"No screaming today?" she asked as she was pouting at me.
There were barely any wrinkles on her face despite the fact that she was in at least her mid-forties. My body was already shaking.
She reached behind me and groped my ass.
"Oh my, you're getting so skinny, the girls won't like you like that," she said as she pushed a finger between my cheeks.
I completely froze. She always did this. She always abused me like this. Acil had one rule, the gang members could always punch me, kick me, stab me or whatever as long as I would live... but they were never allowed to rape me. I didn't know why, not like it would be any different from what these people did to me day in day out. Of course, it happened a few times, but those gang members weren't alive anymore. Acil was a strange person. He took me away from my family, treats me like shit and then makes sure I'm fine... multiple times he had brought me to a hospital, but he also tortured me and let others do it whenever they felt like it.
Maybe he just kept me around and healthy because he enjoyed the abuse? I just didn't know what his motives were... nothing made sense in this world anymore. I had found out that just doing whatever they wanted was easier and less painful than going against them. And even with that tactic, I had burn marks all over my stomach and my inner thighs, was missing a part of my shoulder and the tips of multiple toes and was also covered in more scars than I could count.
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While my thoughts had been dedicated to thinking about this and that Lady Pain had gotten ready to punish me... or as she liked to call it: reward me for being a bad boy...
In her box were many whips, sex toys and candles...
"David gave me a few of his, though I'd try them out a little," she said once she noticed me staring at the white wax candles.
I sighed internally and prepared myself.
Lady Pain took one of the whips and whipped the air. The whip whistled through the air and the was a loud clack. She moaned out loud and touched herself between her legs.
"Oh my, what a lovely sound," she said as she turned towards me. "I'm sure you'll love it just as much as me."
I swallowed. Shortly after I felt the biting pain of her whip making me gasp for air. She was far better at this than the woman from before. She continued whipping me, walking around me to get a different angle. She especially liked to whip my ass.
Fucking bitch...
"I can hear you insult me in your thoughts but I know you love it!" she yelled as she increased the intensity of her hits.
Another weird thing about all this was the fact that she moaned whenever she whipped me. This was getting her off and that thought alone disgusted me. I hated all of this, I just wanted to leave, I wanted to go elsewhere, I wanted to live a good life, have a family or something. But I couldn't, just like most others. I was a slave to this gang because of my father's debt. I was infertile like most men these days and had no way of ever having a family. This life was all I could have at this point. They had made sure to make me reliant on them to live, they made it impossible for me to flee. I was slow and only got enough food to survive while they were all athletic. Even if I ran they would catch me, that I was sure of...
But maybe it would be worth a shot? I had tried before, that's how I lost a chunk of my shoulder but... maybe that was the only thing I could do to avoid all this.
Escaping into my thoughts was the only thing that made this pain slightly bearable. I often gasped for air and tried to suck in as much as I could before she hit me again. I got used to the pain but... that didn't mean it didn't hurt me anymore, this pain was something one could never completely ignore, no matter how many times I felt it, I just couldn't. Tears were already beginning to roll down my cheeks.
"Oh no, don't cry baby... I think we need to switch the tools," she said as she returned to the box and took out a few candles and a lighter.
I swallowed again, knowing what would happen. She put the restraints that were still free around my ankles and then turned the contraption I was trapped in so that I was vertical. She then leaned over me with the already lit candles and waited until the wax began to drop down onto me.
She started at my nipples and then went down my body. It burned. My skin was so sensitive that it was pure hell. I knew from the internet that some people were into being on the receiving end of this but... I couldn't imagine liking this torture, it just hurt, burned itself into my skin, leaving behind burn marks that made me even uglier than I already was. I tried to ignore the pain by focusing on my thoughts but... I didn't know what to think about anymore. I just tried to focus on the pitch-black walls but that didn't help a lot.
I remember shifting in and out of consciousness for a while before I finally blacked out for good. Covered in wax, blood, tears, sweat, piss and other things I don't even want to think about.
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My eyes opened, it was still dark out. It was windy and the voices were laughing at me. I lay there, in the bed, holding my knees to my chest, crying and shaking. It was difficult to breathe. My entire body hurt and I felt my cheeks twitching. I couldn't even move. All I could do was look out the window and try to calm down at least a little.
Today the voices will plague me.