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  Ellis moved to stand between her legs. Mia stiffened as she felt him tug at her pubic hair. “First I’m going to trim you, so the wax can adhere effectively,” he informed her. “I don’t want any squealing or whining while I’m doing this. You will stay quiet and still. If you make noise, I’ll beat you. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir,” Mia whispered, though she had no idea if she could will herself into silence. She could hear the snipping sound as he cut away the curls and she tensed, trying to still the trembling in her body and limbs, terrified he might cut her skin. Finally he set down the scissors.

  Mia felt his fingers pressing hard on her mons, pulling the skin beneath her pubic hair taut. She jumped in her restraints when she felt the first brush of hot melted wax. After about ten seconds, once the wax had cooled and tightened against her skin, he pressed a fingertip beneath one edge of the strip of hardened wax. Without warning, he ripped the hardened wax away, leaving a small rectangle of burning pain in its place.

  Again and again he repeated the process, which was especially painful on her labia. Mia whimpered and moaned, trying her best to stay silent. When he ripped the hardened wax from the delicate skin around her asshole, Mia bit her lower lip so hard in her effort to contain her scream that she drew blood. Along with the stinging pain of the wax being ripped from her skin came the stinging humiliation of enduring what he was doing to her.

  She lay exhausted, tears rolling into her hair as he used a tweezers to pull out any lingering hairs. Finally he rubbed soothing oil into her flesh, his touch gentle, almost welcome after the painful waxing. His fingers lingered on her labia, stroking downward toward her asshole. Mia flinched, wishing like hell she could close her legs. She jerked, unable to stifle the small yelp when she felt a hard finger pressing into her anus.

  “Stop tensing,” Ellis ordered. “When you tense, it’s a form of resistance. That translates to disobedience. The sooner you learn to obey me in all things, the better it will go for you.” He pushed the finger in deeper. “You’re so tight. I’m going to enjoy taking your anal virginity.” She felt a second finger pushing inside her and she yelped again, her stinging mons almost forgotten with this new humiliation.

  Mercifully, the fingers were removed, but Ellis’ next words caused her to pant with trepidation and fear. “Your asshole needs opening up before I fuck you. A butt plug would be just the thing. Ever had a butt plug shoved up your ass?” He laughed. “No, of course you haven’t. Well, there’s a first time for everything.”

  Ellis did something at the counter and then held up a phallus for Mia to see. She stared at the object in horror. It appeared to be made of some kind of hard, shiny black rubber, and it was shaped like a rocket, narrow at the head and widening at the base before narrowing again. Surely he wasn’t really going to stick that thing inside her ass, was he?

  Mia squeezed her eyes shut as she felt something cold and gooey against her asshole, which she realized must be lubricant. When she felt the press of hard rubber, she tensed, unable to keep silent any longer. “No!” she cried. “Please, don’t hurt me!”

  “If I want to hurt you, that’s just exactly what I’ll do. When are you going to get that through your head, girl? Your sole job is to endure. Stop resisting me.” To emphasize his point, he pushed hard against the phallus. Mia began to pant in her terror and pain, but Ellis appeared unmoved.

  “There,” he announced finally, stepping back. “It’s all the way in.”

  Mia lay on the table, still panting as she tried to adjust to the invading phallus inside her. Ellis moved to stand beside her. He bent down, lightly kissing her lips as he stroked the hair out of her face. This peculiar tenderness in the face of his cruelty undid her, and Mia began to cry.

  Ellis shook his head, pulling back. “Stop that crying. Your eyes are red and puffy and your nose is running. I don’t like that. It shows a singular lack of grace.” He frowned at her, as if Mia could control her tears at will. Beneath his hard gaze, she sniffled and blinked, but the tears kept coming.

  Ellis gave a snort of disgust. “Girls who can’t control their tears don’t get any food.” He shrugged. “Ah, well, if that’s how you want it…” He let the sentence hang. At the mention of food, Mia’s stomach awoke with a vengeance, her intestines gurgling, her stomach twisting in its emptiness.

  “Please,” she begged, sniffling as she tried to blink back her tears. “I’m trying to stop. I promise I am, Sir.”

  He regarded her a moment and finally nodded. “I can see you’re trying.” He wiped the tears from her cheeks with the pad of his thumb. After a moment he stepped back, moving to stand between her legs.

  “You look incredibly hot like that, with your legs spread wide and the butt plug nestled between your ass cheeks.” He pushed against the base of the plug and then ran his fingers over her oiled labia. “Your cunt is all swollen and pink from the waxing. I think it’s time to eroticize this experience for you, my dear. You’re going to have an orgasm now.”

  Though she couldn’t deny his fingers felt good against her pussy, Mia knew there was no way she could orgasm, not tied down to this exam table as she was, with a butt plug shoved up her ass. She would have to fake it so he would let her up—so he would give her something to eat.

  Again she felt the cold goo of lubricant, this time being spread over her denuded pussy, and then something hard but yielding was placed against her spread labia. She lifted her head, afraid what she would see. Ellis was standing between her legs holding what looked like a baton with a fat ball at its end, the ball pressed between her legs. He flicked a switch at the base of the baton and Mia squealed as she felt the sudden, intense vibration thrumming against her clit.

  In spite of her fear, in spite of the plug lodged in her ass, in spite of her hunger and her exhaustion, the steady, intense whir of the vibrator at her sex sent a swirl of sensation through her. It was so powerful she couldn’t quite tell if it was pleasure or pain, but whatever it was, it wasn’t long before her body began to shudder of its own accord, punctuated by periodic involuntary muscle spasms. Her clit felt swollen and ultra-sensitized beneath the steady pulse of the sex toy. “Oh god,” she heard herself moan. “Oh god.” Her body felt electrified, the nearly overpowering sensations focused in her sex completely taking her over. She felt herself tumbling into a powerful orgasm, the feeling not unlike being dragged beneath the waves by an undertow, unable to breathe, unable to think. She heard someone screaming, a high-pitched keening sound, and was vaguely aware she was the one making the sound. She longed to close her legs, to pull away from the throbbing, pulsing ball at her clit, but she couldn’t move, except to shudder and thrust helplessly against it as she came again and again.

  Finally, mercifully, the pulsing stopped, though her pussy continued to throb from the overstimulation. Over the beating of her heart, she heard Ellis’ voice. “…forgot the first rule. You came without permission. For that, you’ll have to be punished.”

  Down came his hand, crashing hard against her spread pussy. Mia screamed as he hit her again and again, until she could take no more. She sighed with relief as a wave of blackness swelled over her senses, cradling her in its sweet oblivion.

  Chapter 5

  Mia bit into the apple slice, luxuriating in the way the skin popped against her teeth, savoring the tart sweetness.

  She was kneeling beside the table on the stone floor in Ellis’ large kitchen. Her bottom still felt tender from the spanking but the stinging on her waxed pussy had eased. The butt plug was still wedged inside her, but as long as she was careful in her movements, it didn’t bother her too much. She still had the wretched choke collar around her neck, but for now it hung slack at her throat, the leash tossed back over her shoulder. Her hands were secured behind her back with black leather cuffs Ellis had informed her she would be wearing most of the time, along with the cuffs still wrapped around her ankles.

  On the table was a plate with several wedges of apple and a few chunks of cheese. I
t was all Mia could do not to leap over Ellis so she could bury her face in the plate, gobbling it all before he had a chance to take it away.

  Instead she remained docilely on the floor, trying to ignore how hard the stone felt beneath her knees. She watched with singular focus as he picked up a cube of yellow cheese and brought it slowly to her mouth. “Stick out your tongue,” Ellis ordered and Mia eagerly complied. He dropped the morsel onto her tongue. The cheese was rich and creamy, melting in her mouth.

  More, she begged silently, beseeching Ellis with her eyes. More please.

  She’d come to with sputtering shock as icy cold water had been splashed into her face. She found herself still lying on the bondage table, though the restraints had been removed.

  “That’s better,” Ellis had said, staring down at her. “You need to stop with that fainting nonsense. It’s getting tedious.” He’d tugged at the choke collar. “Get up. It’s time for dinner.”

  The mention of dinner gave Mia the impetus to get herself off the table. Ellis had led her down the stairs and through the house to the kitchen, where he instructed her to kneel quietly by the table while he prepared the food.

  What agony it had been to wait in silence while Ellis took out a pan of prepared lasagna from his refrigerator and slid it into the microwave. The cooking food filled the air with the aroma of garlic, melting cheese and tomato sauce. Mia felt weak with hunger, saliva pooling in her mouth.

  Without even glancing at her, the bastard had helped himself to the lasagna and a glass of red wine. She’d nearly cried in frustration when it became clear he didn’t intend to offer her any food, at least not before he had his fill. As she had waited for Ellis to finish his meal, she had thought about Bella, her family dog, who used to wait just like this, drooling, eyes fixed intently on the family dinner table, ready to pounce if someone dropped a morsel.

  Though she’d hoped for lasagna, Mia was so hungry she would have eaten anything at that point, and found herself truly grateful for the sustenance. All too soon the plate was empty. “May I have some more, please?”

  “No.”

  Bastard.

  He stood, taking the plate with him and placing it in the sink. Reaching again into his fancy stainless steel refrigerator, Ellis took out a bottle of sparkling water, twisting off the cap as he sat down beside the still kneeling Mia.

  “Thirsty?” he asked.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Mia stared at the bottle, her lips parting as Ellis brought it to her lips. He tipped it carefully, letting some of the lightly carbonated water spill onto her tongue. Mia swallowed and quickly opened her mouth to indicate she wanted more. He tipped the bottle again, this time pouring a little too much into her mouth. Mia coughed and sputtered as she struggled to swallow, eager to get every drop.

  He continued to tip the bottle, letting the bubbly water spill into her mouth and down her chin, where it splashed over her breasts. Mia focused on getting as much of the water into her mouth as she could without choking, not daring to ask him to slow down.

  When the bottle was empty, Ellis led Mia from the kitchen, tugging her along by the leash up the stairs. Mia, exhausted and aching, prayed he would stop at her bedroom, but no such luck. He continued to the last door at the end of the hall.

  “Time for your first whipping,” Ellis informed her as he tugged her into the room.

  “Please, no,” Mia gasped, shrinking back.

  “Wrong answer.”

  Ellis jerked the leash, the sudden, sharp movement pulling Mia to her knees while the chain tightened painfully around her throat. He crouched in front of her, leaning in close so she could feel his hot breath on her face. “You will erase the word no from your vocabulary. You will refuse me nothing. Ever. You belong to me now, Mia. My word is law.” He tugged harder, pulling her down until her face was against the carpet.

  Standing, Ellis put his foot on the leash. The tight choke collar caused Mia to cough and sputter. “Do I make myself crystal clear?” he said, his voice stern. Pressure was building behind her face and her eyes felt as if they were bugging out of her head. Her heart was smashing inside her chest, the choke collar pressed hard against her windpipe. She lay still, desperate for him to let her up, finally realizing he was waiting for a response.

  “Yes! Yes, Sir, yes,” she finally managed to rasp. He moved his foot and Mia drew in a shaky, grateful breath. Ellis tugged upward on the leash and Mia forced herself to her feet, rising awkwardly with her hands still cuffed behind her back. In a daze, she allowed herself to be led to the large metal X she’d seen when he’d first dragged her into this diabolical torture chamber.

  Ellis had Mia face the cross. He released the clip that held her wrist cuffs together. “Arms up against the bars,” he instructed. Mia lifted her arms, fearfully watching as he clipped her wrists to the bars one at a time.

  “What size shoe do you wear?” he asked from behind her.

  “I’m sorry, what?”

  He gripped her hair, yanking her head back. “I’m sorry, what, Sir,” he hissed into her ear.

  “Sir!” she echoed feebly, terror making her sag against the wrist cuffs.

  “I asked what size shoe you wear. It’s a simple question. Answer it.”

  “Size eight…Sir.”

  She twisted back to see what he was doing. Ellis walked toward a large wardrobe in the corner of the room. He pulled it open and reached inside. As he turned back toward her, Mia whipped her head around, somehow doubting he would want her watching him.

  When he returned to her, he held up a pair of black stilettos, the heels easily six inches. “These should fit you,” he informed her. “I like a woman in heels.”

  “But…” Mia whispered, before letting her sentence trail away. He wouldn’t care that she never wore shoes with more than a one-inch heel, or that she couldn’t walk without falling over in anything higher.

  He lifted her left foot and pushed it into the shoe. It fit well enough, but her foot was forced into a tiptoe position by the absurdly high heel. He slid the other shoe onto her right foot. She wobbled in the heels, almost glad her wrists were cuffed into place so at least she wouldn’t fall.

  Ellis forced her legs apart and cuffed her ankles to either side of the X. “Nice,” he breathed, actual admiration in his tone. “You have great legs, Mia. Once we whip your body into shape, you’ll be quite a stunner.”

  He held an evil-looking whip within her line of vision. It had easily a dozen braided tresses of leather, each with a knot at its end. Mia clenched her hands into fists over the cuffs and shifted in the stilt-high heels. Fear sweat erupted under her arms. It took all her self-control to bite back the forbidden word trying to burst from her lips: No!

  But, to her confused relief, he set the whip down and returned to the wardrobe. He came back a moment later. “Remember, I told you we would blend the pleasure and the pain until there was no difference for you? This is how we will begin the process.” He held a large vibrator with a rubber offshoot toward the bottom of the phallus. Mia’s gut clenched as she stared at the thing, and she longed to close her legs.

  Ellis produced a tube of lubricant, which he squirted over the head the vibrator. As he pressed the object inside her, Mia’s vaginal muscles clamped involuntarily against it. Combined with the butt plug still lodged inside her ass, she felt thoroughly invaded, her humiliation complete.

  “I don’t want this falling out while I whip you.”

  His chilling words sent a tremor of fear through Mia, and she shuddered in her restraints. She heard the sound of something tearing, and twisted to see Ellis ripping strips of duct tape from a fat silver roll. He pressed the tape between her legs, using several strips until he was apparently satisfied the vibrator and butt plug would stay firmly lodged inside of her, despite her position. The rubber tickler was pressed against her clit. Ellis reached between her legs and flicked the vibrator to life.

  Mia blew out a breath as the phallus pulsed inside her. She heard the sound
of more tape being torn from the roll. Ellis put a hand around her throat. Her squeal of shock was cut off abruptly as he pushed at her chin, forcing her lips together. He pressed a piece of duct tape firmly over her closed mouth and then added a second piece.

  Panic, which she’d barely kept at bay during the proceedings, now erupted inside her like a raging fire, consuming rational thought and short-circuiting her brain. Oh god, oh god, help me, help me, someone help me. She whimpered behind the tape, twisting her head back to look imploringly at her tormentor. He stared back at her with a strange, piercing gaze, his tongue moving on his lower lip, fire sparking behind his eyes. Frightened even further by the intensity of his gaze, Mia looked down, only to see the huge erection tenting the man’s shorts.

  She tried to quell her rising panic. It’s okay, it’s okay, she tried to soothe herself. You can breathe. You’re still alive. Just get through this and then he’ll let you down. It’s okay. Shh…

  She jumped when she felt the hard leather tresses snap against her ass. The second time there was more sting, but it wasn’t intolerable. Maybe she could handle this. And maybe, if she did a good job, he would give her more food. The third time was harder still, the little knots at the ends of the tresses biting into flesh still tender from the spanking.

  He struck her upper back, painting stinging lines of pain between her shoulder blades. Mia screamed behind her duct tape gag and jerked hard against her restraints, her ankles wobbling painfully in the high heels. He struck her again, this time across the backs of her thighs. Mia mewed in pain. It was hard to fill her lungs, her nostrils flaring with the effort. She felt dizzy with fear and would have fallen if she hadn’t been tethered to the cold metal cross.