Scarlett's Biggest Fan (DeRe x glasspearls)

Sparkling cameras. Intruding microphones. Bright coloured dresses. Shiny curls. Sleek bow ties. Each premiere was typical of the last. It seemed selfish of Scarlett Johansson to call a premiere 'typical' though. Every young girl who had grown up idolizing celebrities would kill to be there, yet there Scarlett was, attempting not to roll her eyes as she was asked for the fourth time in her circuit of interviews how she had gotten her body into shape for the role.

"Just careful diet and exercise. That's really all it is!" Scarlett said with a smile and carefree gesture of her hands, as if every girl at home could so simply achieve Scarlett's eye-catching curves. True, Scarlett's body was the talk of the film as people were promised ample footage of her in the skin tight super hero costume. But Scarlett hoped at least some mention of her acting talent would make it into the press releases.

Scarlett had arrived at the famous El Capitan Theatre in LA with her golden locks piled into an updo which rivaled even Brigitte Bardot's infamous bouffant, though the wear of the night had loosened a few curls out of their place. Her makeup was classic but fresh, with a subtle black cat eye and a glossy red stain on her full lips. But what grabbed the paparazzi's attention was the ample amount of cleavage Scarlett's stylist proffered to the masses. Scarlett had practically been sewn into the Merlot coloured couture dress, her stylist having carefully propped her breasts into the tight fitting bodice. The chiffon material on the bottom of the dress was a grateful relief as the soft fabric draped airily down her calves. The finishing touch was the diamond jewelry that appeared to drip down her body, from her dainty earrings to a more decadent necklace and bracelet.

The young starlet had been coiffed and primped meticulously for four hours for this premiere, and she was careful to tease the cameras as much as she could. Blowing a kiss here, a wave there. In front of the paparazzi she could be as confident and seductive as she wanted. Because when it came down to it, whoever admired her was always blocked off by a lens or a screen.

As the night progressed her mood inevitably lifted, ending the night on an elated high from champagne and compliments. Being fawned over for her looks and the success of the movie was enough to put a smile on any girl's face. The night of glamour had to come to an end eventually though.

Feeling exhausted from a full day thriving in the public eye, Scarlett instructed her publicist to field the remaining questions from reporters and paparazzi in order to excuse herself from the spotlight. The after-party was expected to take place after the premiere, but she wanted a few moments to herself to relax before working the crowd again. Scarlett slipped away to the back entrance parking lot where the celebrity limos were instructed to arrive. Scanning the area for the white card that would display her name in the front window, she finally spotted the first limo that fit the bill. Holding the hem of her dress in her hand she jogged towards the limo, feeling her breasts bounce enough to defy gravity itself. Not bothering to wait for the chauffeur to open the door for her she climbed into the back since her publicist had instructed her to be quick in case paparazzi followed.

"Circle the block a few times. Then drop me off at the after-party." Scarlett instructed to the chauffeur, slumping into the leather of the back seat of the limo as her dress fanned out around her. "Quickly." She added as an afterthought, her raspy yet soft voice filling the limo. If he circled the block she could use that time for a peaceful rest before being let off at the after-party.

It had been a scorching afternoon the first day Chase saw her. Rolling down an endless California highway she had appeared above him like a vision, 200 feet long and reclining naked in an ivory white glory like something from a frilly old painting. The provocative billboard was remarkable even by LA standards. Although discreetly covered every one of her perfect curves was emphasized, drawing the eyes along her body up to her distant, arrogant gaze. Her insouciant pose and pouting disdain gave her every aspect of some goddess descending from the heavens. This was the moment Chase resolved to make Scarlett Johansson his sex slave.

He had always fancied himself something of a big game hunter, but one whose prey was the vulnerable beauties who crowded the streets of Hollywood. For twenty-five years, man and boy, he had stalked and raped numerous naive girls along the West Coast. None had ever been missed - the Mojave was littered with their remains - and he had perfected his skills to the level of an art. But after dispatching so many hapless young ingenues, he had become jaded. That was why the near-divine visitation of Scarlett had struck him so hard. It was time to put away chasing the small fry, and instead try to capture a unicorn.

Chase soon discovered that for an A-list celebrity Scarlett was remarkably indiscreet. With practiced ease he found little difficultly infiltrating her life, assembling a dossier of info about her lifestyle and routine. He had an anonymous appearance and had no trouble becoming a face in the background. Soon he had narrowed down his list of perfect moments, before finally deciding to snatch her at the next premiere.

First he identified the private limo company, and the particular driver assigned to her for that night. Fortunately he was alone when Chase arrived at his home and murdered him. The short fat driver was very different physically to the tall, lithe Chase but he was able to steal his identity with some ease. In a natty black uniform with a carefully forged ID, he was seemingly no different to the dozens of other drivers assembling outside the theater.

Now that the big night had arrived, even the cold-blooded and restrained Chase could barely contain himself. The atmosphere was heady and felt explosive; it made him nervous which was unusual for him. He stared at his reflection in the rearview mirror. His was face was gaunt and weathered, making him seem older than his 45 years, with a pair of cold grey eyes set like tombstones in a desolate churchyard. A perpetual frown twisted his cruel mouth, crowned by a sparse, spiky moustace. For a few moments he met his callous unblinking gaze, and crushed down his anxieties. He could see Scarlett approaching and his hunter's instincts fired like a burning engine.

An electric frisson ran through him as she got in. Her perfume was rich and intoxicating in the staid confines of the limo. Even though everyone got pretty jaded about celebrity in LA, Chase was still struck by her "star presence" and oozing sexuality. For one thing he had a spectacular view of her equally spectacular cleavage as she climbed in the back. It took effort to tear his gaze away and start the limo, and he eased off the curb as cameras flashed outside the darkened windows. When Scarlett gave her soft, desultory order he trembled a bit to hear her in person for the first time.

Of course Chase had no intention of going to the after-party. They were instead heading out quickly to a more desolate part of town where he had prepared a dungeon specifically for her. Gazing at her in the rear view mirror, he had planned for two ways this could go. One was that Scarlett would help herself to the bottle of Moet in the back, given that she probably consumed as much of the product as she helped sell. It was dosed with a number of potent date-rape drugs that would put her out in a minute. The other way involved the rape kit he had sitting in a bag on the front passenger seat. Pistol and taser were primed to go if necessary.

With a soft hiss of rubber on concrete the limo moved off and carried them into the night.

The tinted black windows of the limo revealed to Scarlett that the chauffeur must have successfully evaded the paparazzi, as the flashing lights dwindled into a dull glow from the city streets. Basking in the success of the night, she kicked off her silver stilettos and reclined back against the car door, her legs swinging over to rest on the bench seat. Checking the phone in her clutch, she reasoned she could afford an hour of relaxation before people would assume she'd chosen to ditch the after-party. She could only imagine the tabloids if she didn't show. "Scarlett's Feud with Cast Member Ruins After Party." Or something else equally as false.

As her green eyes flitted towards the front seat, they caught the gaze of the driver in the rear view mirror. The darkness in his eyes caused by some sort of irrefutably emptiness caused the hairs on the back of her neck to raise. Normally she wouldn't have bothered to scrutinize her driver's features but his hollowed skin and down turned mouth grabbed her attention. Though she wanted to look away something about his gaze challenged her. She couldn't place the feeling it gave her- a combination of discomfort and fear- but she didn't want to study his face long enough to find out why.

The moment his eyes turned forward, Scarlett shook the feeling away. Turning her gaze to the left she decided to indulge a bit in the complimentary basket left for her in the limo. Plucking the bottle of Moet from its spot, she grabbed one of the fluted glasses and popped open the top. She had spent so many hours posed next to this bottle, it wasn't a surprise to find it in the limo waiting for her. Filling her glass with the gold champagne, she brought the glass so it just barely kissed her lips before deciding to give the chauffeur a final instruction.

"Tap on the glass once we get there." Scarlett chimed in. Though something about the man's face impelled her to tack on a "please" to her sentence. Her hands loosely held the fluted champagne glass as she drank in the expensive fluid. With her couture dress ruffled around her and her hair and makeup still glammed up, Scarlett could have let Moet shoot her next campaign right then and there.

With a final sip she stretched her hand holding the glass to the roof of the limo, reaching for the partition glass window button. Her arm began to feel weighted down by something, a heaviness that seemed to be pulling her back into the limo. Scarlett's vision blurred and before she could regain stability, her arm fell to her side, the remaining champagne spilling onto the limo's floor. With the partition of the window only half done up, the view was now far from a mirror image of Moet campaign as the elusive Scarlett laid unconscious in the back seat of the limo, the Moet spilled on the floor and the date-rape drugs coursing through her veins.

Chase could sense a palpable fear in Scarlett as their eyes met. He could see sweat was dappling on her exposed chest as it rose and fell with increasing urgency. Those famous, firm round breasts heaved as her heart thumped harder. He gripped his hands tighter on the smooth leather wheel to stop them from trembling as adrenalin surged through him. It wasn't every day, he thought to himself with a lurid serenity, that a mere mortal gets to enslave a goddess. He focused intently on the road and the bleak, black industrial morass they were heading into.

His heart nearly skipped for a second when he saw Scarlett going for the spiked bottle. He watched her pour it out, savoring the coquettish way she did the simplest things. Their eyes met again as she raised it to her pouting lips and issued another instruction. He grew hard at her belated 'please' - it showed she was already bending to his will. Furtively he watched as she took up the glass in her slender fingers, then her elegant throat pulsing as she drank the expensive liquid down. To Chase's seedy imagination she was like a porn movie come to life.

The drug he had used was known to experts as metachurine chloride. It induced a waking coma, leaving the subject completely paralyzed yet fully aware of their surroundings. There was no tranquilizer effect and they would feel every little bit of whatever happened to them. Chase has used it for years because he loved his victims to know what he was doing yet be unable to resist. With a twisted excuse for a smile he watched it take over Scarlett, her exquisite body becoming as limp as a china doll, yet her bright eyes still blazing with lucidity.

He laughed to himself, a cruel sharp cackle. "All too easy, my little sleeping beauty!" he hissed. "Another girl undone by her vices!" Peering out urgently into the night, he finally saw the disused garage where he could drop off the all too-obvious-limo. He parked up around the back, right neck to the bland GMC van he kept stashed there. Quickly he transferred his gear, then got into the back of the limo with Scarlett.

Crawling over her, face-to-face properly for the firs time, Chase took in her scent like an intoxicating drug. Groaning softly to himself he began to lick her face, tasting her and running his fat tongue all over her. He plunged it deep into her wet, cool mouth in a mockery of a passionate kiss, gripping her soft hair firmly as she lay limp. "Oh god," he moaned, nearly overwhelmed by the delight of finally ravishing Scarlett. Raging like an animal he tore open her bodice, exposing the firm round mounds to his pinching fingers and dry tongue. He marveled at their porcelain firmness, squeezing, biting and sucking them in a lustful delirium. Crystal tears started at the corners of Scarlett's eyes as she lay there, unable to even scream.

Chase took control of himself for a moment, knowing it was insane to keep waiting here. Quickly throwing Scarlett over his shoulder he then hefted her into the back of the van. Knowing he only had another five minutes or so before the drug wore off, he took plastic ties and hogtied her tightly and painfully. Slipping over a leather mask and ballgag she was now blind and mute. He threw a tarpaulin over the top to cover her, then jumped into the driving seat.

"Hope you're ready for the party, Scarlett," he growled. "Tonight you're going to do things you didn't know it was possible for a woman to do. I've waited SO long for this!" Cackling again he started up the van and they drove off again.

It was as if Scarlett had suddenly fallen asleep and plunged head first into a nightmare. But as the urge to jolt herself awake overcame her, she realized her limbs felt impossibly heavy. The sensation of trying to move without being able too instilled a sense of panic in Scarlett like she had never experienced. Scarlett felt wave after wave of hysteria rush over her every time she willed herself to move but proved incapable of doing so.

Scarlett couldn't even rationalize the reaction her body was experiencing. She was paralyzed but she could still see the roof of the limo. She could still taste the champagne lingering on her lips. She could hear her driver's voice, solving the missing link in the puzzle. How foolish of her to leave the premiere without a body guard!

Her throat itched at her to scream, her fists wanted to clench or scratch out in frustration but the most she could do was remain painfully aware of her surroundings. She felt the car turn and bend before halting to a complete stop. The last movement left in her body was the ability to move her eyeballs, as they followed the drivers figure, watching in fear as the door opened. His figure back-lit by the moonlight appeared as one long shadow inching forward, slowly illuminated by the ghastly fluorescent light of the limo.

Soon it felt as if a skeleton was crawling over her body, feeling his bones prod into her soft skin. His leech like tongue delved over the planes of her face and invading her warm mouth. His agonizing gaze boar into her. She could feel her throat closing, her mouth drying and her heart pulsing. All her senses felt cruelly heightened and the only thing she could do was feel it all.

The incredible urge to scream and fight consumed her as she looked down at her bodice to see the couture art shredded away from her torso. She desperately wanted to close her eyes and escape the reality but even her eyelids remained paralyzed. His wintry touch ravaged her breasts. The only reaction she was capable off was shedding tears as the crystalline stalagmites formed at the corner of her eyes, cruelly mimicking the sparkles of her diamond jewelry.

Soon she was hurtled over his back, as her body contorted to his will and was secured sharply. Her senses were further restricted as she became blind to her surroundings. Scarlett didn't even notice her waking coma had worn off until she heard herself screaming, almost involuntarily and instantaneously. The pain from her restraints and the fear from the horror earlier dissolved her muffled screams into heaving gasps for air as she writhed furiously against the hard trunk floor.

"Tonight you're going to do things you didn't know it was possible for a woman to do. I've waited SO long for this!"

His voice echoed in her mind repeatedly, as his shrill laugh seemed to burrow deep down inside Scarlett and shake her to the core.

The drive from the dropoff to his dungeon was barely a short trip in LA terms. But those ten minutes seemed like ten years to Chase as he drove through the night. Gaudy orange streetlights raced past, the beat of their bleary lights flashing across his face. He was fixed in a terror of something going wrong, and kept his bloodshot and intense eyes open for the sign of any police. Sweat pricked across his tight forehead. But he had no fear of people searching for her - Scarlett's absence has been written off as rudeness and a slight at her co-stars. People were cursing her, not concerned for her.

They were heading through the back streets now, a series of isolated industrial yards. The clear summer night illuminated the fields of steel and wire as Chase slowly coasted the van along. He knew these back alleys intimately, but still took every little step with caution.

He nearly jumped in surprise as he heard her first muffled screams ring through the cab. But then he smiled in satisfaction at her terrified shrieks. Glancing back at the shape thrashing beneath the tarpaulin, he felt himself growing hard in anticipation. The expectation of what was going to happen - and her fear and bewilderment - made the rush all the more sweeter. It was like sauce on a meal, and as her cries faded to frantic gasps he delighted in the thought she was now brooding on her nightmare. A fear of abduction had always played on her mind, and now that he had realized it for her Chase knew it made her suffering all the more worse.

Finally he arrived at his isolated hideout, a former car repair yard. He slowly parked the van and then got out to lower the garage door. For a few moments he drank in the cool summer night air, hearing nothing but crickets and Scarlett's ragged sobs. He slammed the door down like a steel trap and shut out he blue darkness.

He then threw open the back of the van, and pulled aside the tarpaulin to reveal the hogtied and writhing girl. Her immaculate coiffure was now in disarray, giving her a sexy and feral look. With the bodice torn open her firm round mounds were now crushed painfully against the floor of the van. Beneath the tight fold of her dress he could she her ass, firm and round, as it moved about. Grabbing her knees, he spun her around on her chest so that she was now facing him, and her head was slightly hanging out the back of the van.

Very slowly he undid his pants, letting her hear the sound of his belt unbuckling and zip dropping. He ran one hand through her soft blond locks, and released the ballgag with the other. For a few moments she spluttered and made weird noises as drool streaked her chin. He allowed her a miniute to scream and beg before taking a fistful of her hair in one hand and pinching her nose in the other. As she yelped, she suddenly and violently thrust all ten inches of his iron-hard cock right down her wet, tight throat.

"Now let's see how you suck, darling," he slurred as he slid it down. "You're going to be doing a lot and...ohgod...oh fucking jesus..." His eyes nearly rolled back as he felt Scarlet's soft, velvet throat closing tight on his cock as she gagged. With slow, firm thrusts he pushed it further and further down. Catching his breath, he hissed through clenched teeth: "You got three minutes to make me cum before you choke. And if I feel even a little bit of teeth I'm gouging your eyes out. So Scarlett, put those cocksucking lips to work."

Scarlett exhausted her mind with all options of escape, writhing futilely to break her bounds. Her phone, which now seemed like her only life line, was left in the back of the limo. She knew no one would begin looking for her tonight. Probably not even for the next couple of days if they thought some sort of outburst prevented her from showing up to the after party. The reality of the situation came crushing down on her like a ton of bricks- she was truly left at the mercy of this man.

With a second jolt of the van she knew the nightmare was to continue, as the back door opened and his shadow lurched over her body. Dragged forcefully at his will, Scarlett's face cringed in discomfort as her bare breasts scraped against the steel bottom of the van. As she viewed her surroundings- the acres of field, the dilapidated building next to her- it all became obvious she was far from the city of dreams. The sound of his buckle and zipper rang through her ears with deafening realism. As the ball gag was stripped from her mouth, a stream of "please" and "no" fell out of her, broken up by hysterical sobs as her green eyes raised to meet his cold ones. Letting her speak seemed like a cruel, humorless act of pity as Chase's next move was to forcefully cutting her breath short.

With her head tilted forwards due to the grip Chase had on her hair, Scarlett's eyes flashed at him with fear, anger, and pain. No further protestations could even be uttered as his cock rammed down her throat, her mouth spluttering as she stretched to make room for his length. She instantly felt her throat tense up, gagging in rejection of his intrusion. With all passages of air restricted, Chase literally left no option for her but to suck him off to completion.

The disparity of her situation compelled her to act and submit. Scarlett wanted more than anything to clamp down her teeth out of anger. For the first time in her life she craved drawing blood, wanting to cause physical pain to this man. She wanted to harness one of the bloodthirsty characters she played and force this man into submission. But that was merely a role Scarlett played. The threat of disfigurement affected Scarlett far more than her urge to hurt him.

Scarlett looked up at the man's hollow, empty feature which appeared filled with frenzied lust. Her own eyes leered with hatred but the makeup stained tears that rolled down her face betrayed her and revealed her pain. In her mind flashed the numerous photos she'd taken, with those plump lips of her pursed teasingly and pouting suggestively. Online comments from forbidden forums flashed across her mind reading "blow job lips" and "perfect for sucking", each one craving to break her into this exact compromising position Chase had accomplished.

Needing air and realizing time was ticking, Scarlett enveloped her full lips around his cock slowly. Her throat tensed up needing air and gagging at his absurd length forced inside her mouth. The only way she could achieve her own release was to help him cum though, so she desperately tried to relax her throat, finally working past her gag reflex as her throat now welcoming his cock. Tears spilled down Scarlett's face as her glossy lips succumbed to his member, bobbing her head in time with his thrusts, her tongue moving in her mouth to stroke his length. Shame filled her as Scarlett knew coaxing out his orgasm would be the only way to get rid of him.

When Chase locked eyes with Scarlett he felt almost came right then. He could see the anger burning within her, the furious desire to fight him. That was good, because a fuck that fought back was all more the fun for him But the fat, black mascara-streaked tears that ran across her previously immaculate face revealed her weakness. He knew she was no more than a glorified prostitute now, willing to barter her life for her body. Working her head like a piston, he maintained a firm, deep rhythm as her cheeks bulged and she started turning red.

"Work it, bitch!" he hissed. "This ain't some boyfriend's skinny dick! You're sucking a man's cock now!"

He felt a definite tension pass through her as she forced herself to submit. Chase wondered how many men she had taken in her mouth in her life; she seemed a natural given the relative ease with which her tiny mouth swallowed his huge dick. But it would always have been on her terms he imagined - her agonized anger was evidence of that. After first starting scared and amateurish like a virgin on prom night, she quickly began to suck him with real skill. He felt her lips tight around the shaft while her tongue flicked and teased the head of his cock.

Chase's guttural groans and Scarlett's wet choking noises echoed dully in the concrete garage. They locked eyes again, her face now ruddy with tears, spit, mascara and pre-cum. For weeks Chase had stared at this face in anticipation and agony. Now it was impaled on his dick, and every moment seemed to ring with a vivid clarity like some kind of high. For a few wild moments he imagined killing her right there - having her die on the end of his cock. It would be like crushing a rose just arrived in full bloom, he though deliriously. But he had sunk far too much effort into things and could never let her off so lightly.

Just as Scarlett's vision began to blur and panic race through her, Chase came at full force down her throat. It seemed to last for hours as he moaned and furiously facefucked her for a final series of thrusts. His knees nearly gave out beneath him as pleasure wracked right through his muscular frame.

"Suckkit bitch! Suck it down! Swallow it! SWALLOW!" He had released Scarlett's nose but kept a firm fistful of her soft blond hair, and delivered a few short hard slaps to her tearful face. How many other men have been afforded the privilege of blowing in her mouth, he considered idly. Their gaze met once more and Chase saw something go out behind those blazing emerald orbs as she choked down his load. "Get used to the taste, beautiful," he sneered. "It's all you'll be living on for a long time!"

He pulled out with a sigh of satisfaction, and stepped aside to wash himself off at a basin. Once he had tided up he took a beer from the fridge and went to the dungeon next door, to prepare it for Scarlett. All the while she was left, ravished and drooling cum, to wait for her next torture, He returned after a few minutes to cut the bond holding her wrists and ankles and release the hogtie, while keeping her bound. Grabbing both her forearms firmly he dragged her out like a limp doll, and carried her swiftly into the dungeon adjacent to the garage.

The room was brightly lit by a searing overhead bulb. It illuminated a number of BDSM and torture devices in a stark, cold concrete bunker. Chase maneuvered Scarlett roughly, throwing her like a sack onto a filthy mattress in the center of the room. "Welcome to your new home, slave" he whispered, as he took a long bamboo cane from the wall.

Hearing Chase's commands to swallow with his hand still tangled in her hair, Scarlett knew she wasn't in a position to barter. With her toes curling under and her fingers clenched, Scarlett guzzled down the cum that spilled down her throat in high volumes. Her eyes flared at him as his cock impaled her face. The need for air consumed her thoughts more than the disgust at the taste of his hot semen.

When he pulled out Scarlett gasped for breath but the balmy LA air provided no relief. A small whimper emitted from her as her neck fell limply over the trunk, exhausted from the experience. For a brief moment Scarlett shut her eyes, trying to imagine anything else but the horror she was living. She revelled in the sanctity of the darkness she created before opening her eyes and craning her neck to find the man's figure, choosing to be prepared for his next move rather than blind sighted.

Catching sight of him disappearing into the garage, Scarlett inched forward out of the back of the trunk, spitting the remaining taste of his cum out. Coughing and spluttering, she tried to expel his seed from her mouth as best she could. Though when she heard him return she shut her mouth out of fear.

With one of her bounds removed and her body dragged and catching on each spiky gravel, Scarlett looked up at her abductor and saw his veins and muscles protruding against his almost translucent skin. The look on his face depicted a kind of determination and experience she had never encountered before, as Scarlett had the chilling fear this was not the first time he had done this.

Her suspicions were confirmed as she was pulled into the dungeon and tossed like trash onto a mattress. The concrete walls permitted no heat to enter, and Scarlett's eyes wandered in disgust over the miscellaneous stains which soiled the mattress. Scarlett's eyes were preoccupied staring at the devices around the room, contraptions of every size and shape littering the walls. It was like a sick man's toy store. Scarlett couldn't be silent any longer.

"You made a huge mistake taking me, you filthy man." Scarlett hissed furiously, her fear and distress resulting in anger. "The second I don't show up for an event all of LA will be crawling with reporters." Her voice faltered in nerves, as the raspiness inherent in her voice mixed with an uneasy sense of desperation. The threat was more like a guess of who would be looking for her.

Strewn across the mattress, Scarlett's body paralleled the alluring nude billboard sitting atop the Californian highway. Though now Scarlett laid in the pose not out of choice but out of compulsion, her wrists and feet bound tightly. Her silken blonde curls were rustled out of their up-do, hints at their previous perfection still evident in the manufactured curls. Her ivory skin which had glowed unmarked and pristine displayed red marks from distress as her infamous breasts heaved in mounds crushed against the mattress. The merlot dress was unrecognizable as it clung to her hips and the curve of her ass, the bodice hanging off like a stream of spilled wine. Scarlett's face looked like a weathered version of the billboard, the beauty underneath covered with black tear stains and damp cum spilling over the corners of her lips, the diamonds on her necklace having absorbed the rest of the dribbled cum.

How quickly the goddess had fallen through to hell.

Chased tapped the cane idly in his hand as he watched Scarlett squirm. Her luscious curves seemed to be emphasised all the more by her writhing topless on the mattress. A tight smile played on his cruel lips as he listened to her empty threats. He picked up her phone from a nearby table and drawled "Oh no-one is coming for you, I made sure of that", before throwing it mockingly a few feet away from her, out of reach.

He could taste the desperation in her voice; her growing realisation that her perfect world was being torn apart. On the other hand, his world was just becoming perfect. After weeks of anticipation he allowed himself a few more moments to savour his victory. Then Chase took a few slow, sure steps towards her, cane raised.

It came down hard on her ass, a vivid lash of pain. Her dress protected her from the worst of the injury but none of the agony. He played it across the firm curves with expertly placed blows, occasionally landing some on her upper thighs. Each blow was irregularly timed, and in a different place, to keep her frightened and guessing.

Chase punctuated each strike with his litany of commands. "You will address me only as 'Master"- THWACK! "You will never speak unless I order you to"- THWACK! "You will refer to yourself as a filthy whore at all times"- THWACK! "You will begin every sentence with 'This filthy whore wishes to address Master'"- THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

After a few minutes of this, once he felt Scarlett was properly traumatized, he put the cane away and stood over her prone, face-down form. He seized the remains of her dress and tore it away like cheap tissue, reveling in the way she writhed and struggled beneath him. With a yank he pulled away her diamonds and cast them into the dust, Now all she had with a tiny thong, designed to be hidden beneath her gown and to accentuate her exceptional ass. It showed some bright red welts across her ivory skin, from where the cane had struck.

He pulled the thong away with a single tug, then flipped Scarlett onto her back. "Now let's get a feel for that million-dollar snatch," he growled, slowly sliding his naked body over hers. Quickly and clumsily he cut off her ankle binds, then ran the knife along her mascara stained cheeks. At the side time he thrust firmly and painfully deep into her pussy, pounding right into a place she had never known existed. He knew exactly how to make it hurt, and she could feel herself being stretched and torn in the most intimate places.

Holding the knife to her eye, Chase hissed "Now darling, make like you enjoy it. Tell me you love it. Tell me you love it, or I'll cut your face off".

Scarlett writhed in pain with each lash of the cane against her body. Each time she raised her body in an attempt to get away, another hit would strike against her in a new spot, collapsing her back onto the mattress. Scarlett felt delirious from the pain. With each whack against her body she looked over at the phone. It felt a million miles away but she couldn't help but fixate on it, feeling as if it was her last string of hope.

Chase's words seemed to hit her just as hard as the cane. She just shook her head furiously as his string of commands infiltrated her brain. Scarlett knew this was some masochistic way to weaken her, force her to submit. Yet even despite her foreknowledge by the end of the lashes she was willing to yell out 'master' if only to get the pain to stop.

Before Scarlett could catch her breath her dress was torn out, followed by her jewels and her thong.

"No, please, please, no!" Scarlett sputtered, wincing and shutting her eyes in anticipation. There was only one other thing that could come next and she knew what that was. She wanted desperately to cover herself, his haunting eyes drinking in her naked body, but as her arms tied behind her dug into her back she was reminded there was no way she could shield herself.

Her green eyes flashed open though as she felt a cool blade run across her cheeks after it freed her ankles. Next she felt all 10 inches of his cock invade her all at once with a strong, rough thrust. Tilting her head back and biting hard on her bottom lip, she tried to restrain herself from screaming in pain, not wanting to want to give him the satisfaction. But as his cock rammed deeper into her pussy with a fiery pain she had never experienced, she couldn't help but let out a shrill shriek fill up the dungeon.

His successive threat and demand were too much for her to comprehend in her hysteria. The bizarre and sublime scenario somehow didn't strike her with the severity of his threat as something inside her welled up and Scarlett felt she couldn't submit so easily to him.

"I am not your darling and you are not my master!" Scarlett seethed out with an arrogance she felt must have been foreign to this dungeon. "Now get off!" Scarlett hollered, her legs writhing under the weight of his body. She tried to use her hips to throw him off, but each time Scarlett thrust her hips forward to push him off his cock rammed deeper inside her, as another yelp of pain emitted from her and reverbed across the dungeon.

Chase felt the soft velvet fold of her pussy clamp tight on his cock as he penetrated her. She apparently hadn't fucked as many men as he had thought, or at least she'd certainly never spread her legs for someone as big as him. Scarlett bucked and writhed beneath him like an untamed animal, but the more she struggled the more she suffered - and the greater pleasure he felt.

He held the knife down against her firm, sweaty high, just a few inches above her cunt. Gazing down at her neatly trimmed bush he saw a tattoo of a horseshoe and the words "LUCKY YOU" right over her pussy. Chortling with delight even as he panted in lust, Chase sneered "That secret little tattoo you're always mentioning! Lucky fucking me, eh?"

Riding her like a thrashing horse, Chase groaned in delight as he saw Scarlett try - and fail - to suppress her screams. As she her shrieks resounded around the dungeon they drowned out Chase's own incoherent moans of pleasure and the rhythmic slap of flesh of flesh as he raped Scarlett harder and harder.

He spat taunts in her face. "I'm going to fuck that attitude out of you, slave. When we're done you'll be begging for my dick."

Throwing the knife off over to the wall, he growled like a dog and began biting her tits and shoulders. Jagged teeth left deep, painful marks and he felt life a werewolf ravening on its prey. Unable to resist the orgasm building within any longer, he gripped Scarlett's head firmly and thrust his tongue deep into her mouth as just his cock exploded inside her. It was an even great ecstasy than the blowjob. After a few delirious minutes he found the strength to climb off her. and stood up.

"Six lashes for the slut," he slurred. "Then another beer, then you get it in that ass until you beg me to stop." Taking up the cane, he delivered six swipes in quick succession across Scarlett's tits, leaving vicious red welts across the large, tender mounds. He watched her wriggle and scream for a bit, then flipped her over on the mattress with his foot. She was left face down in collection of strains comprising God knows what.

Walking back out into the garage again to get another can of beer, he said "You've got five minutes to think about how painful it's going to be when I rape your ass. Then, I'm going to rape your ass!" He chortled to himself as he left.

Scarlett tried to clear her mind as he continued to relentlessly fuck her pussy, shooting his load inside her tight cunt as the rest of his cum spilled out of her and onto the mattress. She had tried to reach a zen state and ignore the pain and humiliation inside her, but his presence was too strong and too demanding to so easily ignore. Scarlett could only wince and yell in agony as his teeth assaulted her tits. The men she was with had praised her firm, porcelain breasts. Never had someone treated them with such degrading vulgarity.

Next came the whipping. Six strikes to be exact. If he had gone for a seventh, Scarlett was certain she was going to pass out. Each time she looked down to see her soft pillowy skin absorb the blow of the unyielding cane. Just when she thought every part of her body had been used like a cheap sex doll, he announced his intentions to rape her ass.

"I swear, I'll give you anything else! Not that!" Scarlett yelled out after him as he walked to the garage, hoping her desperate pleads would invoke some sort of compassion in him. Scarlett had never allowed someone give her anal, for exact fear of the pain and not wanting to feel cheap. Even her ex-husband had never gotten the privilege. Typically, when Scarlett set out her limits the men would abide, grateful to even have some part of Scarlett's body. But Chase was different. If Scarlett resisted he would only go ahead and rape her uncharted region with more delight. Scarlett could feel herself shaking in anticipation of his huge cock assaulting her ass.

Watching Chase leave the garage and ignore her demands, Scarlett couldn't help but notice he had left the phone strewn carelessly on the other side of the room. With her ankles untied, Scarlett was certain she could make it over there before he got back. She would figure out how to actually dial once she made it there.

Mustering all the strength she could, Scarlett rolled her body off the mattress onto the cold concrete floor. To her dismay the contact caused her nipples to grow hard, a satisfaction she didn't want Chase to receive. But her concern now was far greater than pleasing him. Bringing herself to her knees, she crawled her body towards the cell phone. With each movement she found a new area of pain she hadn't even realized had been abused. Her pussy ached and he breasts felt overly tender but she couldn't stop until she made it to the phone.

The screen was chipped, but as she lowered herself to it, using her nose to press the 'Home' button, she nearly rejoiced, shedding a tear when the screen lit up like a beacon. "Oh thank god!" she whispered, but her exaltations were cut short when she looked at the bars of her phone, barely half a bar flickering in and out, showing there was no signal in this god-forsaken bunker. There was no time to break down though as she scooted back onto her ass and used her foot to kick the phone towards the entrance of the dungeon. If she could just make it outside, maybe she could find enough of a signal to make that life saving 3 digit call.

Chase had been wondering whether she would go for the knife or the phone. Watching her whimper and writhe on the floor through a CCTV link in the lounge, he allowed himself a half-smile as she crawled over to the phone. It really was her life now, he thought. Her ass bounced high and fast as she dragged her body across the cold stone floor. The way she struggled about in pure frantic desperation seemed to expose every delicious part of her to full effect.

He could hear her frantic gasps and moans as she struggled about in the next room, and see them soundlessly on the flickering grey screen in front of him. She was so goddamn sexy when she was terrified. He had grown hard all over again just at her protestations about raping her ass. Her obvious disgust and horror of the whole idea would make it all the more delightful for him.

Taking a bottle of bourbon from a bench and standing just back inside the door, Chase heard Scarlett kick the phone across the floor. Her mission was futile regardless, as he had rendered the place a total dead zone for phones. But always liked to allow his victims a brief spark of hope, purely for the satisfaction of then snuffing it out. Scarlett still had fight and pride in her, and he knew this was just the thing to break her a little more.

With a purposeful stride he stepped into the doorway. He kept his eyes fixed on Scarlett, just a few feet away, who was scuttling across the floor on her already abused ass. Her legs were wide open and her bouncing tits thrust forward as he dragged herself over the rough concrete, like she was presenting herself. The sight of her looking up at him like a child caught with her hand caught in the cookie jar was electrifyingly erotic.

Lifting one heel of the steel-rimmed boots he always wore, even when naked, he brought it down hard on the fragile phone and crushed it to pieces. He kept his gaze fixed on Scarlett's eyes, which shone like dark green lights in her mascara-riven and cumstained face. A big smudge of her once-perfect lipstick was smeared across one perfect cheekbone, giving her an slutty clownish effect. 'Panda' eyes and her drooling mouth made her seem even more trashy. Yet behind that Scarlett's natural beauty still shone through, and she had never seemed more stunning to Chase as he watched the hope die in those emerald eyes.

He then landed a vicious kick between her legs, right on the exposed soft oyster of her pussy. It was a crushing blow and she reflexively curled into the fetal position while making inhuman noises. Laughing idly to himself Chase then crouched down and rolled her limp form over face-first on the freezing ground. He could see the reddened cuts and marks where the plastic ties had bitten deep in her wrists and back. When he poured the final contents of the bottle across her ass, the alcohol seared and stung the numerous welts and wounds across her once-immaculate mounds and she howled like a whipped dog.

"Don't even get the mattress after that little stunt, slave," he growled. "I'm going to make it hurt extra bad for you now." He took the bottle and forced it slowly into Scarlett's tiny asshole. There was some lubrication from the splashed bourbon, but even the relatively small bottle neck had her in unspeakable pain. Chase held her head down on its side with one hand while working the bottle in with the other. He penetrated a few inches, opening the puckered little hole just big enough for his cock, then pulled the bottle out and put it aside.

"Now then, you're ready for the real thing. No fake sex scene here slave. Just you, me, and a lot of pain."

Placing his free hand firmly on the small of her back, he began to firmly but slowly slide his dick into her anal passage. The bottle had widened the virgin hole enough for him to enter without damaging his cock, and once he was inside her it he began a series of short, fast thrusts to push himself up into her a little bit at a time. He pushed her mess of half-tangled, half-coiffured hair aside and began to gently kiss the back of her neck as he penetrated with ever more depth and force. He felt her body give way before the pounding rape, and with every stroke of his dick she found her ass pushed just a little bit further.

Scarlett wanted revenge more than she had wanted anything before. She would trade all the money and success in the world for just a moment to cause this man half the pain he had already inflicted on her. Staring up at him, her eyes flashing with shock like a speeding highway lights, she couldn't convey the hatred she felt or the fear that corrupted her mind. His skin seemed ghastly white under the lightbulb, almost illuminating the frenzied darks of his eyes as they drank in her fear with delight. Scarlett envisioned herself tearing apart his skin and eyes, castrating him and running to freedom through the thickets outside. But these fanciful wishes were rejected with two crushing blows of his boots, the first to her hope and the second to her dignity.

The scent of bourbon which drenched and stung her body filled her with disgust. But the guttural shriek that emitted from her as she felt the bottle neck slowly inserted inside her almost sounded foreign to her own ears. Scarlett tried to raise her head off the concrete ground, but his hand forced it back onto the cement with an agonizing force. Her eyes were wide with bewilderment as they bored a hole through the cement wall to her left.

Moans of pain and fits of yells emitted from her ragged breaths as he pulled out the bottle and replaced it with his cock. Only a few inches in and Scarlett felt a pain she had never experienced. It was a suffocating pressure, as if someone was trying to force a missile through a keyhole. But Chase's perseverance was relentless, as his short, fast thrusts wedged his cock further inside her, even when Scarlett thought it physically impossible. Without any form of lubrication, the alcohol a half-hearted attempt to help her, Scarlett felt each rough thrust scrape her. Raw and reeling, Scarlett let out a scream of terror and frustration as he continued to force more of himself into her virgin hole, knowing there was more of his dick to come.

Bit by bit forcing her apart, the concave of her back pushing towards the cement as her ass raised in pain. Her knees buckled under the pressure of his weight, feeling like her bones could shatter any moment. With each wash of pain Scarlett involuntarily tensed her arms, the plastic ties cutting deeper, shedding drops of blood against her wrists and the dimples on her back.

"Stop! Please, I can't take anymore!" Scarlett spluttered out in between sobs, the salty tears staining the dark grey concrete. Her conscious state couldn't handle the amount of pain. Every inch of her body felt the sting of his lacerations- burning, aching, bleeding- all caused by Chase.

"Please." Scarlett persisted.

As he kissed her neck Scarlett felt more disgusted than before, the conflicting gesture mixing with her pain causing pure confusion. She couldn't process the feeling of a gentle kiss amidst such unadulterated pain, fear and hate.

His cock pushed further in, feeling like her insides were tearing apart.

His lips pressed softer, her neck chilled by the compassion.

"Please!"

"Master!"

Scarlett's howls of pain shuddered through her petite frame and right down Chase's cock. He loved the feeling of flesh pressed hard on flesh, with his sweaty flabby bulk crushing down hard on her voluptuous body. She writhed and shrieked beneath him like an animal trying to escape from a trap. The tight, hot fit of her ass was like nothing he had ever experienced - and the pain it was causing Scarlett was like nothing she had every thought possible.

He felt her bleeding, providing some little more lube for the cruel tearing penetration. The desecration of her body intoxicated him like some powerful drug. Never in her life had she afforded even the most intimate lover the right to put anything in her ass. Now it was being destroyed by a sadistic rapist in the most painful way possible. The tits she had teased the world with, and forced men to grovel to even get a look at, were now being ground into the rough concrete. Her tender, once-delicate nipples were grazed raw and crushed into the dirt - like her hope.

As her cries rose to a crescendo the word "Master!" finally escaped Scarlett's juicy, drooling lips. It was like a magic button to Chase, prompting him to finally cum once more like a flood in her final ravaged hole. The orgasm was the best yet, probably the best of her life. The hot tight fit of her ass and her final broken wail sent a hot shock of pure pleasure right through him. After he had finally finished he slumped down on top, forcing her harder into the cold stones.

Taking a few minutes to catch his breath, he ran his hot tongue across the Scarlett's exposed face, tasting salty tears and gritty makeup. Groaning and rasping, he hissed in her ear "Now you're getting it bitch! But you only told me that because you thought it's what I wanted to hear. You gotta say it like you mean it."

With that, Chase leaped up and grabbed one of her legs firmly, dragging her tit-first across the floor. He pulled down a bar from the ceiling, a long steel pole with two manacles at either end. It was designed to suspend someone from their wrists, but he pulled the chains right down to the ground and fastened them around her ankles. Grabbing the winch to the side he then lifted her upside-down into the air, her hair brushing against the ground as she swung just inches above it. Her legs were parted in a 'Y' fashion, her cunt completely exposed.

Chase took a candle from a table, a stubby little thing an inch across by three inches long. He screwed it slowly into Scarlett's pussy, forcing it in about an inch deep. Lighting it with a flick of a zippo, he stood back to watch the flame burn.

"In about five minutes," he intoned coldly, "the hot wax from that candle will start to run down over your clit and your pussylips. Probably even drip down on those tits of yours, hanging like they are. In about an hour" - he paused to lick his lips - "the flame will have burned low enough to ruin you forever as a woman." Casually he began to walk out of the room, taking a look back at the helpless hanging Scarlett.

"Forget about red carpets, about premieres, about Scarlett Johannsen. When I return you will truly know your place as a slave and address me genuinely. You will beg me to use you as I see fit, and know your name is nothing but slave."

Just before he shut and door and left the room, he drawled "I'm going for a shower, then something to eat. Might catch a little TV. You better hope I'm back before the hour's up, eh slut?" His loud giggles were still ringing out after he left the bunker.

Scarlett could only submit to Chase's forceful manipulation of her body. Though the candle was smaller than his cock, the position of her body and the threat the candle posed instilled fear inside herself, knowing a stray move could mean further danger. As her hair tickled the concrete floor, swaying slightly, Scarlett knew the candle was burning as she waited for the first agonizing drip of wax.

The muscles of her pussy were struggling against the candle but it wouldn't budge. Fear stopped her from trying to dislodge it, knowing there was too much at stake if the flame flicked against a forbidden area. Her jostling of her hips and muscles caused the candle to lean ever so slightly towards the front of her body and closer to her clit, forcing Scarlett to stop before she made it worse for herself. The angle of the candle caused the first drop of wax to fall directly stinging the lips of her pussy on first contact and then causing a tightening sensation as it dried. The shock of the feeling on such a new area caused Scarlett to wince in pain, clenching her teeth and seething air as she tried to contain a scream.

The candle continued to drip slowly, Scarlett feeling the heat of the candle between her legs, she felt light-headed. Not only from the blood rushing to her head, but also from the bizarre and erotic form of Chinese water torture, never knowing when or where the next drop of wax would fall. Soon the wax dripped down towards her clit and Scarlett couldn't help herself but scream in shock, the intense focused heat causing an entirely new form of stimulation to her erotic zone. Before she could catch her breath she felt another drop followed so quickly after on her clit, Scarlett couldn't even censor the scream of pain she emitted. But something caught her in surprise as there was a hint of pleasure, a soft moan, masked behind the pain. Biting her lips, she tried to surpress any further moans of satisfaction for Chase, though the moisture near her clit was undeniable.

With Scarlett's tits pushed towards her collarbone, the wax somehow seemed to find Scarlett's most sensitive areas of her body. First the wax dripped onto her hard, pert nipples, then down her stomach and resting on her breasts. The wax dried on contact with a feeling of a small pinch, the burn leaving a lasting sensation of both warmth and pain.

A reluctant form of submission washed over her. Chase's absence somehow forced her to pray he would appear in the doorway, hoping to see his lithe yet muscled figure. Wishing for his reappearance to save her from the flame inching towards her pussy was probably part of the manipulation, but Scarlett couldn't deny that she needed him. Scarlett needed to give herself to him for the night.

With tears still stinging her face, she couldn't keep track of how long she had been hanging there, enduring the hot wax melt and drip down her body, the flame flicking dangerously close to her cunt. The exhaustion of her body and the dizzyness she felt made her realize her submission to Chase was the only way to save herself.

The wax seemed to drip in a huge glob against her clit with a violent burn as Scarlett could feel the flame lick at her inner thigh, a reminder there was not much time for Scarlett to continue her disobedience. Swallowing hard, she recited his commands from before.

"This filthy whore wishes to address her Master." Scarlett called out, praying he would be close enough to hear her pleads, a tear streaming down her face to her hairline.

"I know you can hear me!" Scarlett tested, panic punctuating her submission. If being his slave was the only way to save her own life, Scarlett was sure she could muster it for the night, likely completing the greatest acting challenge of her life. But as she recalled how desperately she wanted to see Chase's figure in the doorway and the brief moan of pleasure the wax caused, Scarlett wondered how much of it was an act and how much of it was Chase's manipulations taking hold.

Just above the bunker Chase kept a little crash pad he used to rest between rape sessions. He sat down at a round formica table with some reheated Chinese and and laptop playing a live feed of Scarlett's torture. There was a good twenty minute period where he needed to do nothing but relax and let her suffer. Wolfing down the lukewarm noodles he chortled to himself as he watched her writhe and thrash about in pure agony, the flickering candle searing the most intimate parts of her body. Her screams sang tinny and digitized through the tiny speakers. The seductive body she had worked so hard to make desirable and perfect was now being pushed well beyond its limits.

Despite his cock already being chafed raw by three successive fucks, Chase felt it grow firm once more as he listened to the inhuman sounds Scarlett was making. The burning wax was dragging her back and forth between agony and ecstasy, and in her mingled moans of suffering and pleasure he detected the first traces of her spirit breaking. All her determination and arrogant fight was ebbing away as her loins throbbed with fire. He knew she had always fancied herself a mistress of pleasure but this new feeling was an utterly alien sensation to her body.

Finishing off his meal, Chase decided to go back down early, his passions maddened afresh by Scarlett's exquisite suffering. She was about five minutes away from being seriously burnt, but he knew right now she would agree to anything. He waited just outside the doorway, listening to her pleas grow more frantic and her voice break as the pain in her pussy just got worse and worse. Then he heard her say the words, albeit in utter desperation rather than voluntarily, but it was a good start. He waited for her to become truly frantic, feeling the open flame on her cunt, and to repeat the line several more times before he finally stepped back through into the dungeon.

He took slow, deliberate steps as he entered the room. Barely paying attention to her shrieks and sobs, Chase waited until the last minute before pinching out the candle flame. He pulled it out and tossed it aside, the dry wax tearing off the red burning flesh of Scarlett's pussy. Vigorously he rubbed the rest of the encrusted wax off her, chafing her even more all over her lower body. In his other hand he had some ice cubes from the garage, and inserted two of them into her cunt. The third he traced around inside her thighs until it swiftly melted from the raging heat of her sweat-soaked body.

With a few solid yanks on a nearby winch he pulled her all the way up to the ceiling, with her feet now pressed against the roof. Her bobbing head was suspended at about waist height, her matted hair swinging below like a golden curtain. Running a thumb along her luscious, swollen lips he growled "Master wants his filthy whore to show she truly gives herself to him." Chase then seized her hair roughly and drove his cock deep into her tiny mouth for a second time. As she was swinging upside town the thrusts hit the back of her throat and cut off her breathing with every pounding thrust, and she made weird, wet gagging noises as her drool ran down Chase's shaft.

Scarlett jerked up and down on the chain like a marionette. She was a flesh-and-blood Barbie being pushed and pulled like a pervert's toy. Her breasts bounced vigorously, still a magnificent sight despite all the extensive bruising and cuts that marred their once-perfect form. Chase decided the next stage would involve using electric shocks on those exceptional tits, easily the most sensitive part of her tender body.

Already shagged-out through the near constant fucking, it took Chase nearly ten minutes to cum. He pulled out a little earlier this time, allowing a few gobs of semen to join the slutty mess smeared across Scarlett's face. Then he slapped her several times with his wet, flaccid dick and barked "Thank Master when he cums in you!"

Scarlett regretted how much longer it was taking Chase to cum. Though it was not a lengthy wait by any means, Scarlett had come accustomed to knowing he could be satisfied quickly and then leave her alone, if only for a second rest time. But hanging upside down with Chase's cock in her mouth for nearly 10 minutes strained herself beyond her limits. Scarlett had already mouthed off her submission to him though. There was no point risking further scrapes, burns, or bruises now by disobeying.

So Scarlett performed the blow job on Chase with slightly more verve, though hardly acting like she craved his cock anymore than it was being forced into her mouth. It was all merely to give him what he wanted so she wouldn't have to deal with the backlash. She couldn't help but thinking of her where his cock had been, delved deep in her own pussy and ass, and now roughly face fucking her soft mouth again. Scarlett found herself feeling grateful when he at last came in her mouth, holding it in long enough for her to have to swallow, but pulling out just in time to wipe the rest of his cum on her face.

"Thank you Master, for cumming in my mouth." Scarlett confessed, following his demands obediently. She felt ridiculous and humiliated saying this as he slapped her across her once porcelain cheeks. Half of his cum and her drool clung to her face as the other half that spilled out of the corners of her plump lips dripped down her cheeks, stinging her eyes as it clung to her bottom eye lashes.

"May I be let down now?" Scarlett inquired, a politeness to her voice that wasn't there earlier. Yet she still couldn't tell if it was still to save her own ass, or to be accommodating to Chase.

The arrogance of her status was still visible in the slightly pursed, almost testing lips though, as they clamped shut after giving her question. Was she even allowed to voice her own demands? Scarlett's vulnerability and weakness, the answer to her question in itself, was evident though all over her cum-stained and bruised body though. If he wanted her to hang there- she would. If he wanted her to fuck him- she would.

Scarlett's actions were no longer up to her own decisions. From the moment she had been taken by Chase, they never really were.

Chase listened to Scarlett's raspy voice as she thanked him. It was the same sultry tone she had used to effect onscreen, and with which he had seduced more than a few lovers. Now it had become just another plaything of his, to be used for heightening his pleasure and increasing her suffering. "You didn't start those sentences with "this whore", he sneered. Taking a matchbox from a nearby table he placed one between each toe then lit them all simultaneously. As they quickly burned down to sear and scar, Chase added "This should help you remember in future."

The way her tits bounced upside-down as he thrashed about in pain was like poetry in motion to chase. After hours of abuse her body still maintained its stunning glory. Even her face, looking as it did now like a ravished clown with all the smeared makeup, kept the same arrogant sexuality she exploited so well in her career. The emerald eyes that flashed out from it, however, projected none of that confidence. Diving deep into them Chase knew she had seen her world destroyed, and a little more application of cruelty would push her over the edge.

He unclipped the winch, dropping Scarlett headfirst from two feet up onto the concrete. As she lay stunned he took the knife that was still lying nearby and cut the bonds around her wrist. He then took a steel collar and lead from the wall. It was a chokechain, designed to break and train a dog - a bitch. Perfect for my little slave, he thought to himself with a smile. As Scarlett groggily rose from the floor, he slipped the sliver chain around her neck and pulled it tight.

"Now, slave!" he snarled. "On your hands and knees, it's time for walkies!"

Pulling hard on the chain - tightening it harshly around Scarlett's swan-like throat - he began to drag her like a dog in a circle around the room. She had no choice but to maintain a steady pace in all fours, or be choked as the chain yanked her about. Chase continued mocking her like she was a dog in training, cooing at her to go fast and sharply yelling "bad slave" as she stumbled. Her bruised and abused boobs swung like ripe melons from her smooth chest, slapping into her arms and the floor as she struggled to keep going. With careful use of the chain, and some hard kicks, Chase kept her at a permanent state of near-suffocation.

Finally, after ten minutes of blinding torture and exhaustion for Scarlett, Chase felt his own arm grow a little tired. As she slumped to the ground in a retching, mindless agony, he pulled aside a photo on the wall and pressed a small white button hidden in it. A door in the wall swung open with a heavy creak. It had been practically invisible, being made of brick as well. Behind it there was a small 6x6 room, a cell Chase kept for his 'conquests. Along one wall lay a stained, thin blanket which reeked of something foul. In one corner of the other wall was a rusty steel bucket. A bright, stark white light blazed from the ceiling some ten feet up, set behind thick plastic. The other decoration in this pocket-sized hell was numerous scrawlings and scratchings on the wall. Dozens of women who had been held captive there had written their names or messages into the wall. It was a long, sad litany of Chase's brutal career.

Reaching down, Chase removed the chain from the heaving Scarlett. It had left a vicious red ring around her white neck. He half-kicked, half-shoved her forward into the cell. As she tumbled in, he took up a can of dog food that had been sitting open on the dungeon table for some days.

In a passionless tone he said "Because you've been a good slave, you get to eat tonight. If you're good again tomorrow, you'll eat tomorrow night too. But if you're bad, then the only thing you'll be swallowing for a week is your master's cum." He poured the stinking, sloppy contents of the can onto the floor. "Bon appetit!" he laughed. "Sleep well slave, tomorrow is the first day of your training!" He slammed the door with a dull thud, and the cell was utterly silent save of Scarlett's ragged breaths and the loudly hissing light.

Scarlett collapsed on the concrete floor of her new "bedroom". Pain, exhaustion, and shame consumed her entire body. Though Chase had left the room and she sat there alone, Scarlett still felt as if his presence was in the room.

Cold and hurt, she slumped against the wall of the room, trying to catch her breath. Pulling her knees against her chest, she craddled her legs in her arms. Her green eyes stung with tears but none seemed to fall. Likely because she had nothing left in her. Her eyes surveyed her body, each welt and scar reminding her off the pain she had endured. Her red, swollen breasts and equally as red pussy lips had gotten the worst of his abuse. But her burnt toes, bruised knees, raw wrists and neck each held their own weight in terms of pain. What she wouldn't give to have a warm bath to ease the pain away. She would even take a hose at this point if it meant washing away the memories and cum from the night before.

Craddling herself, Scarlett tried to read the writings on the walls. Each lingering cry from some poor girl reminded her that Chase was experienced in ruining a person. Scarlett refused to leave her mark there though. Chase had probably envisioned her as some sort of conquest to his collection- a rare bird stuck in a cage with clipped wings.

Ignoring the writing on the walls was easier than ignoring the pains of hunger that growled within her stomach. The brown, mealy substance mocked her as it was the only edible thing in the room. Scarlett had no choice but to crawl towards it, her bones too sore to pull herself up. Slumped next to the food, she first dipped her hand in to the substance, bringing it to her mouth in disgust. Hunger and exhaustion got the better of her though, as she brought her mouth directly to the food like substance, licking up a quarter of it before her fatigue settled over her body.

As her thoughts wandered dangerously towards what Scarlett's training would entail and what it would be for, Scarlett drifted off to sleep. Still haggard and a mess of bruises, smeared make up and foul cum, Scarlett slept restlessly, lying naked on the concrete floor.

Chase returned upstairs and laid himself out on the couch. A dull glow of satisfaction settled over him. After pounding one of the most beautiful women in the world all night, and having the expectation of doing it constantly in the days to come, he felt decidedly pleased with himself. His whole project was well underway, and Scarlett was proving to be the exact kind of feisty slut he had dreamed her to be. The process of her breaking her down, then remaking what was left into his own creation, was the ultimate goal of the abduction.

Skipping through various channels on the TV he found no mention of Scarlett's disappearance. Her supposed 'snub' would make the gossip pages tomorrow, he decided, but that would be all. Although he had disposed thoroughly of the real limo driver, Chase knew his absence would eventually be connected to Scarlett's'. In all he estimated there was a window of three days before they would probably have to leave town, and head for his pad in the desert.

Swiftly he passed out on the comfortable couch, and relived the night's entertainment in some vivid dreams he had. Even though adrenalin and excitement still surged through him, tiredness was far more powerful and he passed six hours of refreshing sleep. He awoke again to the first peeks of sunlight coming through the single small window set high in one wall. After a quick breakfast of bacon and beer he headed down to the bunker to prepare Scarlett for a new day for suffering.

He found her curled tight in the fetal position on the cold, stinking stone floor. Seizing her wrists he slapped a new pair of cuffs on, this time restraining them in front of her. As she woke up groggily he lifted her abruptly to her feet and half-walked, half-dragged her out through the dungeon and into the garage. He unlocked an anonymous grey side door and pushed her on through. It was another room very similar to her cell, but his time nothing marked the concrete walls other than a giant water nozzle on one wall and a drain in the floor essentially making it a giant shower.

Chase threw Scarlett's cuffed wrists over the shower head, forcing the petite actress to stand tip-toe. He then turned the tap around and a high-pressure torrent of hot water came pouring through. It was powerful without being uncomfortable and temperature was very hot but nowhere near scalding. Taking up soap and a sponge from the corner, Chase began to wash Scarlett's suspended body, smoothing lotion over her welts and cleaning her cuts. He pushed a sponge deep into her ass and pussy, and there wasn't an inch of her he didn't squeeze, suck or slap.

The sight of a stream of hot water running down the quivering body of Scarlett Johannson would be enough to drive any man mad with envy, and Chase was no exception. One he had finished cleaning and oiling her incredible curves, he grabbed her hips and quickly and firmly thrust his now ever-erect dick right into her ass. Her asscheeks bulged as he slid in, eased by the water and the damage he had done to her anal passage before. With steady, determined blows he began to sodomize her once again in a fashion even crueler than the last time.

Scarlett's rude awakening and return to consciousness seemed to be worse than the nightmares she'd experienced the night before. She could barely rub her eyes awake before she was carried towards a different room. Her bones were aching and the vibrant red welts against her porcelain skin seemed to jump alive as she moved. In Scarlett's broken state, she almost felt grateful for being carried by Chase.

Her gratitude, albeit hidden, didn't end though, as the relief of the warm water flooded over her. She desperately wanted to release her wrists so she could thoroughly cleanse herself on her own terms, though Chase seemed to be unfortunately taking care of it. Ashamed of how the strong willed, proud actress had called this man her 'master' the night before, Scarlett tried to save a shred of her dignity.

"I can do that myself just fine." Scarlett said, finding her voice. She had felt as if the only things she had said to him had been screams or pleads for mercy. Scarlett, standing on her tip toes and moving just to keep her balance against the harsh water stream, tried to evade the sponge he used but he seemed to find her most intimate places, regardless of how she moved. Scarlett wincing in a mixture of pain and embarrassment as he forced the sponge inside her pussy to clean it. She didn't think anything could be more degrading then being suspended with a dripping candle tickling her clit, yet somehow being oiled up by this man seemed to tip the scale.

Next came Chase's opportunity to get his own piece of ass, as Scarlett's eyes popped open as his dick intruded her ass. Trying to blink away the stream of water that fell from a strand of wet blonde hair, Scarlett gasped in shock and pain. Despite the lubrication of the oils and water, her sore ass was not ready for Chase this early in the morning.

"God, can't you give me a break?" Scarlett muttered in frustration, but her question was cut off by a gasp of her own as Chase seemed to delve his dick further inside her. The man's previous fucking of her ass had evidently allowed him to slip inside her easier, however this was only at the expense of her discomfort, as Scarlett had to spread her legs slightly if only to ease her own pain.

Beneath the steaming torrent of hot water, Chase and Scarlett' slid together like sweat-soaked lovers. Slick with oil and water running all over he struggled to get a firm grip on her tits and their softness squirmed out of his grasp. Both their bodies glistened in the harsh, steam-soaked light. Chase found the sight of water running in rivulets from Scarlett's hair right down her back to be intensely erotic, and found renewed lust to fuck her even more viciously. Taking a steady grip on her hips he had enough leverage to pound in harder and stretch her ass even further.

The pair stood like wiggling eels in the steamy stream, their mingled moans and groans echoing back hollow from the brick walls. He heard her muttering, and quickly grew angry at her pride and insolence. His research had said she was a notorious complainer and nag; now even in the midst of being assraped she still rebuked him arrogantly. Chase furiously stabbed his cock into his ass for a minute longer, making her bleed again. Seething at what he considered an insult from Scarlett, he pulled out suddenly and stepped back from the stream.

"Are you dense, bitch?" he screamed, reaching for the shower tap. "Remember your fucking place, slave! Address your master correctly when you speak, and always thank him for the pleasures he gives you!" He turned the tap around to freezing cold, the heavy pressure of the torrent turning to icewater as it blasted all over Scarlett.

Chase went back out to the garage, and dried himself off thoroughly. He took up a long electric cattle prod, modified particularly for hurting people. Putting on rubber gloves and boots to insulate himself, he went back into the shower. For a few minutes he just stood back and watched Scarlett suffer, her body virtually turned to ice in the freezing torrent. Finally he turned it off, allowing her a few moments of gasping and shivering. Then he took up the prod and delivered a short but extremely painful shock between her spread legs, right on her inflamed pussylips.

He began shocking her all over, on her thighs, ass and hips. Stabbing the prob like a sword he let her feel the steel teeth before it fired. The water she was soaked in double the conductivity - and the pain. With her head stuck facing forward Scarlett was unable to see behind her and tell when the shock was coming. That uncertainly was intended as a whole torture in itself.

Shocking her over and over, he roared commands at her. "You are my slave! You will thank your master! -ZAP- You want to eat today, bitch? Then you're going to dress up and dance for your master like the slut you are! -ZAP- Now are you going to be a good little slave?" ZAP! ZAP! ZAAAAP!

All of Scarlett's writhing and disobedience got her nothing but more punishment and pain. The water stung at her skin, attacking the soft porcelain flesh with icy pellets. Her body yearned to collapse under the high pressure of the water, but the bound wrists forced her cruelly to face the arctic stream.

"Enough!" Scarlett screamed out, "I've had enough, now turn it off!" Scarlett complained as if she was still on a movie set, barking out a command when a scene got too tough or demanding. Speaking to her new master in a voice so indignant and arrogant got Scarlett nothing. That was the exact lesson Chase would force her to learn, no matter how long it took.

As the first current of electricity pulsed against her vulnerable pussy lips, Scarlett could feel her entire body begin to violently convulse. The shock of the first blow caused Scarlett to bite down hard on her tongue, the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth. Even when the prob wasn't touching her skin, she could feel the painful current still running over her body. The pain she felt as the steel prob hit every part of her exposed flesh was unlike anything Scarlett had endured yet from Chase. The water dripping over her escalated the pain in her body, as she felt every cell burn with violent electricity.

Each time she thought the assault would stop the prob attacked her body in a new area, the surprise of it all tormenting her mentally. The combination of the mental and physical abuse was too much for Scarlett to suffer through. She couldn't muster up anymore strength to complain or combat Chase's abuse. Yesterday her submission to him and her willingness to call him a master had felt to Scarlett as a way to gain an upper-hand. Almost as if to trick Chase into thinking she would enjoy being his slave. But as she felt all the dignity and strength in her body disintegrate, Scarlett felt her submission to him as a slave was real. She could no longer even conjure up an image in her mind of the luxurious yet safe frivolity of her life as a Hollywood A-lister. The only images that flashed through her mind was that of Chase and the torture and humiliation she had endured.

"Thank you, Master." Scarlett uttered, the words seeping out of her trembling lips. "I'll be the.." Scarlett began, her own words cut off from a violent shake of her body. "...The best slave for you." Her obedience to her new Master felt wrong to Scarlett. But in her current state of pain, Scarlett was hardly able to even speak those few words. Fighting against Chase wasn't an option for the broken Scarlett anymore.