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A Rite of Passage (Lord DreamCrusher x [B M T H])

She made her stance clear and he knew that he had failed to calm her down, however he was a cautious man and even though he knew she stood no chance at wrestling with him he didn't want to risk the weapon in her hand either. So he slowly stepped backwards down the aisle until he got closer to the door that separated the driver's partition and the door on and off the bus, then he balled up his left hand into a fist and pounded on the wall twice and waited a second or two before striking a third time. This was a signal to Jori outside who'd know what it meant as he heard it reverberate through the wall.

Jori was not exactly a coward but he was more protective of his hands than most. He needed his fingers in working order to play the keyboard so he didn't think it was a good idea to risk them by throwing punches and the like. To that end he was the only member of Ethereal who carried a weapon of his own wherever he went but this was not meant to kill. Mira would see the added light come through behind Gunnar as the door was open and another climbed up into the bus. With the reinforcements that the guitarist wanted having arrived he turned enough to pull open the partition door before stepping aside to get out of Jori's way. "She's gone crazy, shoot her!"

Jori held something in a two handed grip in front of his chest as he stepped into the aisle, it was a stun gun of the same potency as the police would use. The metal barbs would penetrate her skin painfully before loosing the electrical shock needed to put her down, though that did depend on him making a clean shot. The problem here was that if Mira retreated into the bathroom then it would truly be difficult to safely flush her out, though if she wasn't thinking straight and rushed forward them Jori wouldn't hesitate to squeeze the trigger.
 
Once there was about ten feet between them, Mira began following Gunnar. Her steps were just as careful as Gunnar's had been and her eyes remained locked on his while her arms were extended. She crossed over the threshold of the bathroom and was now back in the hallway, following Gunnar towards the exit. He's going to let me go! Just stay defensive, don't let him do anything. You're in control, you've got this. Her self-affirmations seemed to work, they were nearing the driver's partition. Mira's heart thrummed in her chest, her toes curling slightly in preparation to leap from the tour bus and run to safety. It didn't matter that she was naked or that her hands were restrained together. She could still move. As for the contraption still on her face, surely someone would help her out of it when she finally got help. Worst case scenario, she'd figure out how to do it herself even if she couldn't move her hands very well.

Gunnar's fist rose and Mira's eyes fell onto the doorknob, anticipation swelling in her chest. Then he knocked. Her eyes widened and she looked up at him as the light beneath the door reflected movement and the sound of the tour bus opening and shutting reverberated through the walls. No... No! Her chest heaved as her stomach sunk inwards and she took a tentative step back just as the door flung open.

"No! Stop! He's lying!" Her response was immediate as she took another step back and dropped the glass shard, her arms moving upwards to protect her face while also display her surrender to the man. Her palms were spread open, the gash on her right hand trickling a bit of blood down her forearm as she tried to retreat. "Don't shoot!" She was practically tripping over herself as she took another step back, stumbling slightly. The black weapon held between Jori's hands looked like a gun. Mira didn't examine it closely enough to see whether or not the muzzle was flat or an actual barrel. Right now, Mira was under the assumption that a gun was being pointed directly at her.
 
While Gunnar was glad to see Mira drop the weapon on the floor Jori wasn't really the type to show hesitation in the support of his friends so his finger squeezed the trigger smoothly. The two small needles launched forth, trailing wires behind them, before they sunk into her flesh. They didn't dig too deeply but would hurt nonetheless as they lodged into her stomach. That problem would only be momentary as the surge of electricity flowed into her body with a stinging pain to sap the remaining strength from her already weakened limbs while also causing her muscles to contract uncontrollably. Gunnar shook his head at the sight but didn't seem happy with the whole situation. "Really wish you would have listened to me Mira."

Jori stood his ground while Gunnar moved closer and first kicked the shard further away from her, then bent down to pull the metal spikes from her flesh. "Things are only going to get worse now. I tried to help you but you wouldn't listen. You did this to yourself. First though, let's get that hand bound. Jori, grab me the med kit please and watch your step. The mirror got broken." Jori shook his head but shrugged and complied, moving down the aisle and intending to step over them as best he could while Gunnar kept the woman in check. He set the stun gun on one of the couches for the moment as it would need to be reloaded before it was any use and wet to recover the kit from the bathroom, returning to offer up antiseptic and clean bandaging for her hand. "Yeah, if Gunnar says what you did is bad then I'm inclined to agree. Elias and Karsten prefer to play the muscle but you best believe that Volker can be the real nightmare."
 
Mira didn't feel the two darts biting into her naked skin but she did feel the intense cramp form in her stomach as she screamed out. She still thought Jori was holding a gun and to see his finger squeeze the trigger along with the black blur of an object hurling towards her made her audible reaction practically echo through the tour bus. Her scream was silenced the moment the cramp struck her. Suddenly, her entire body cramped up and she fell to the ground in a paralyzed, tensed position, as if she was planking in the hallway. Her body seized up and the five second spasm of her muscles made her tense and appear almost nonreactive. Once the five second electrical blast ended, Mira collapsed against the ground and let out a loud sob.

Her breathing was battered as she curled up slightly, her stomach still attached to the two long wires that connected to the trigger in Jori's hand. Her body was trembling and she was unable to move or even respond to either of the two men in front of her. It felt like a Charlie Horse had taken down her entire body and the soreness throbbing in her muscles kept her down. Gunnar was suddenly over her, his fingers touching her quivering belly as he detached the darts from her soft skin before grabbing for her hand. Mira turned slightly, looking up at him while her head lolled against the floor. Her other hand rose, grabbing at his forearm while her eyes widened.

"Please, please stop." Her pleas were pathetic as she begged with the man who was confirming with her that things were going to worsen from here. "I'm sorry. Please. Just let me go." The words had no bite to them and her grip on his arm was weak as Gunnar reached for the first aid kit. Mira glanced over at Jori before her head fell back further, the back of her head rolling back on the floor as her chin rose, her body arching slightly as the pain of an antiseptic cleaned out the bloodied wound on her palm. "Please..." She was whispering as her eyes closed tightly.
 
"That's not going to happen. I tried to give you what help I could and you spurned it." Gunnar didn't have much more to say at this point and Jori was less interested on the whole so he wandered back to the bathroom to check out the damage in the meantime. Cleaning and binding her wound went fairly quick but the man was obviously no expert on the matter so the process was decidedly uncomfortable. A long whistle came from the back before Jori chimed in on his findings. "Wow, busted the mirror up real good. Volker is not going to be happy about that. He is pretty possessive of his things after all. Let's not tell him until after the show yeah? Gotta please the fans first."

Gunnar nodded his agreement on that and, once he finished binding her hand up, waved Jori back over to help him get Mira back onto the low bunk where they could lock her all up and back into place. The final piece of effort was given to muzzle her once more and together they left her behind in the dark once more so they could head off and perform for all their fans. How many adoring people would be staring at the members of Ethereal with the same awe and wonder that she did? How many people would be at risk of this same fate befalling them if they weren't careful? And even darker still; how many would actually want to be taken captive to fulfill these twisted fantasies? She had plenty of time to ponder those things and fear the reaction that awaited her until finally the band would return to the bus that night.

The sound of the door being flung open shook the whole interior of the bus and alerted Mira that the men had returned. Anger was clearly present as the sounds of harsh, thudding steps came closer. "The fuck did you do?!" Volker's voice rang out as his boots, boots that her ears would learn to detect easily with time, came closer and closer until he stopped and pivoted right beside her so that he could crouch down and stare at her prone figure. "You trash my bus and threaten my bandmate? Huh? Look at me you fucking bitch!" His left hand snapped out to her face, palm wrapping around the leather than bound her mouth, and tugged her face to angle towards his own. Obviously he couldn't control her eyes but he was hoping his intensity would lead her to listen if nothing else. "Out of all the fans we have you were given this chance to prove your worth, to prove that you truly loved us and wanted to be a part of our inner circle. The transition can be difficult of course but this?"

The rest of the band filed their way onto the bus behind him and after the driver climbed aboard the partition was shut and the engine rumbled to life. Tonight they weren't sleeping in a fancy hotel suite since their journey was going to take a bit longer so the plan was to sleep on the bus. Karsten's voice picked up with his thick but clear accent. "Maybe she isn't worth the trouble. Even with an ass like that." Volker's eyes turned back as he listened and he shook his head in frustration before Jori was the one to come to her defense, well in a manner of speaking that is. "Hey, it's too early to say that. She's frightened and scared, doesn't understand the opportunity she's been given. Maybe she just needs a better explanation of her place?" That seemed to spark something in Volker's head as he nodded and turned his attention back to her. He spoke again but this was for the benefit of the whole band rather than just between them. "We are making a stop tonight. I'll put her in her place myself. Even if it means we might arrive late."
 
As Gunnar bandaged her hand, Mira remained somewhat incapacitated as the vibrating feeling of being electrocuted by 1,200 volts continued to waver through her body. It wasn't enough for them to beat her and rape her, she had now been tasered and would suffer the fallout of such over the next couple of days. The bruises would take a while to disappear, as would the after-effects of what felt like a full-body charlie horse, and the emotional toll of the sexual assault would be with her forever. It hadn't even been a full day and Mira was starting to understandably break down.

Another little hiss came from the battered woman curled up on the floor as Gunnar finished bandaging the deep cut on her palm. Jori's comment on Volker sent chills up Mira's spine but her own thoughts didn't come back to her head until after they had easily moved her back to the cot and affixed her handcuffs to the wall above her head and muzzled her. Watching them disappear from her line of sight and then hearing the tour bus door open and then slam shut behind them allowed Mira's entire body to finally slacken into the small mattress as she let out a muffled sob and kicked out her feet.

The darkness filling the tour bus encompassed her and allowed the pain to radiate through her body in strong waves that kept her on edge. Mira stared up at the top of the cot contemplating what she had actually gotten herself into. How could anything be worse compared to what had already happened to her? Gunnar and Jori both made comments about Volker being the worst of the bunch. What did they mean by that? The thought alone was enough to send a chill up her spine once again as she bit back another sob from behind the gag. Her thoughts then began rewinding back to when she had first been invited onto the bus. Had she done something to lead them on? They had been having so much fun, or so she thought. Was this their intention the entire time? Were they planning this from the moment they saw me from the stage? How many other girls have they done this to...

She was lost in her own thoughts until the sound of the tour bus door slamming open made her entire body jerk back. Her legs curled up, thighs pressed tightly together as she watched and waited while she heard the sound of boots stomping down the hallway. Oh god... She knew she was in trouble. Why didn't I just take Gunnar's help when he offered... She swallowed audibly but the sound was covered up from the sound of the storm careening towards her. His voice made her eyes squeeze shut and she gasped, her body jerking again as his voice met her ears. Fuck... fuck... fuck....

The man was now facing her, crouched down. She quickly turned her head away from him in an act of defiance but he yanked her back, forcing her to face him. Her eyes were wide and watery as she stared at him, the fear sparked within the dark brown hues. Once the rumble of the engine was felt, her eyes closed and she let out another little sob. Volker was terrifying. His actions alone were enough to scare her but to know that he was the worst of them all, to have that thought fester in her mind for hours, terrified her even more. Once he turned back to her, his eyes now blazing into hers as she once again met his gaze, she shook her head and tried to yank it up from his grip to no avail.

The staccato breathing exhuming from her nostrils covered his forearm and she tried to squirm back. He wasn't letting go, her jawline now turning red under his grip. She flopped her body over onto its side and moved her knees up to her chest as she lied on her side and faced him, her position almost fetal. As he stared down at her, his words sinking in at the promise of a very, very long night, Mira lifted her knees just a bit more and then let one leg kick out, the top arch of her foot coming in contact with the side of Volker's face.

If he was going to take her down, she was going to fight with every last bit she could manage.
 
Gripping Mira's face as he was Volker was certainly not expecting her to lash out with a kick at this point, especially not with the abject fear he saw in her brown eyes. The limb connected squarely upon the left side of his face and the force of the impact sent him stumbling out of her reach as his hand darted up to cup the injured area. The very air of the bus changed in that moment as a chill silence took over in shared shock, the other men even slightly fearful when it came to Volker's rage, and indeed as he slowly recovered and stood up straighter once more Volker he was even more of a fearsome man than he was before.

Karsten liked the brutality of the rite and the satisfaction of rape, Elias liked to vent his rage and degrade the women, Jori liked aiding the collapse of the women's minds, and Gunnar just liked to get his rocks off without any real effort or expectations to please. Every member of Ethereal had their reasons for enjoying the rite of passage but Volker was the true mastermind behind it, the one that enjoyed everything the others did but specifically savored the control most of all. Mira's initial resistance was expected, even enjoyable to some degree, but her continued defiance wore thin on his patience and to strike at him in this fashion was unforgivable. He turned back and debated for a few long moments as his body practically trembled with fury but no one dared speak a word until finally he made up his mind. "I'm going to make you pay dearly for that you worthless wretch. When I'm through with you tonight you are going to piss yourself when I so much as raise the tone of my voice in anything that even remotely resembles anger. I will fucking tear you limb from limb before I allow anyone to disrespect me in such a manner!"

He rapidly closed the distance and pulled back his left leg with a vengeance, kicking towards whatever part of her curled up form that he could manage with his thick boots that would only amplify the impact of his strike. He only swung once, regardless of the effectiveness, before he continued his speech. "All you had to do was be a good little slut and roll over when we told you to but you had to go and fight back! You got a death wish huh? Fucking worthless sack of flesh." He was so worked up that he couldn't really continue to form full and proper sentences so he simply gathered the saliva in his mouth and spit in the direction of her face before turning and heading further up the aisle to take a seat. The rest of the travel would be very quiet with only a few sparse words being shared until at last their speed slowed down and eventually stopped at their detour destination.

It was a storage building that Volker had rented out for the band a while back and it wasn't that far off track from their next tour stop. It was late night with the sky black and dotted with stars and little else beyond the chirping of insects to play upon their ears. Volker was the first off the bus as he went inside to make sure he could gather everything he needed, meanwhile the other four men weren't taking any chances as they approached together to gather the feisty Asian from the bunk she had more or less been calling home since her capture. With care they'd drag her off the bus and into the warehouse style building where they would pass various instruments, stage props, and even a few cars all laid out without much organization until they came to the space where she was to be 'shown her place'.

It was a well lit square with only smooth concrete beneath her feet but it was lined with steel tables all covered with various tools and instruments from the mundane to the lewd and near the center was a few simple devices that she'd know were designed to restrain and bind. A frame that made an 'X' shape, a set of cuffs hanging from a chain that rested on a hanging bar and attached to a winch on the floor, and an A-frame wooden device that came up to two long surfaces which were joined at the top with a pointed edge. "Get her in those cuffs and make sure the chain is tight enough that she can barely fucking stand." Volker commanded the other men as they entered and the process would likely be difficult considering they'd have to first get her out of the padded set of cuffs she was currently wearing in order to put her in the metal ones instead. Still they all had the advantage of strength and cooperation as they were working together, hopefully not allowing her the chance to hit any of them with any real amount of force.
 
The moment the arch of Mira's foot made contact with Volker's face, the tension of the entire tour bus seemed to thicken to a near choking point. Mira couldn't even breath as she stared at the lower half of Volker's body before he began stepping back. Quickly, her body curled back up as if her knees were any bit capable of protecting her body. Volker didn't have to speak for Mira to realize just how much of a mistake she had just made. Of course, she didn't regret it for a second. The guys may have had some fancy name for this sick, sadistic ritual but it didn't change what it actually was. She was a sacrifice to their creativity. They were going to use her in any manner they needed to for their own benefit. To them, she was no longer human. Despite being nothing more than a caged animal at this point, Mira still fought under the assumption that there was a way out. There had to be, right?

Volker's tone was enough to make Mira finally ascertain why Gunner and Jori had both warned her about him. He made the rest of the group shut down almost as soon as his voice hit a particular tone, garnering both fear and respect. Suddenly, his boot came crashing down against Mira's body and from the sheer force of his kick, her body pushed back on the cot and her ass smacked against the wall of the bus as she cried out. He'd kicked her shin which forced her entire body backwards. Now Mira was trembling again, each word he said made her wince back and once his spit flew towards her, landing on her cheek, she jerked her head to the side.

Then they were gone and Mira was alone once again. She was breathing heavily, trying to catch her breath from the terrifying stand off. Flopping over to her other side, Mira rubbed her cheek off on the thin mattress. She then rolled over and pulled herself up to her knees and sat in a crouching position while yanking at the restraints that kept her in the small space. By the time the tour bus came to a stop, Mira was in the corner of the cot sitting on her ass with her feet planted in front of her and her legs working as a faux shield to cover her nudity. Her arms were outstretched and her wrists were still uncomfortably attached to the wall but she stared out from her defensive position. Although she had no idea exactly what was going to happen, she knew it was going to be bad. So her she sat, waiting.

Gunnar, Jori, Karsten and Elias all appeared before her and went to grab her. Mira was quick to try and kick out towards them to hurt at least one of them but they collected her legs and yanked her forward to stretch her before grabbing for her wrists and unclasping them from the wall. Karsten had his arms wrapped tightly around her legs while Elias made quick work of her wrists and the two of them pulled her from the cot before Karsten threw her over his shoulder. Mira squirmed and was whining incoherently behind the gag as Karsten carried her, his shoulder digging into her stomach as her feet kicked out and against him. Elias tried to grab at her feet and she managed to get a light kick into him before being dropped onto the cold ground just outside of the tour bus. Elias leaned down to snatch up her legs this time while Karsten slipped his arms beneath her armpits and cradled her body upwards so that they were both carrying her, her body just barely swaying between them. Mira tried to swing her arms upwards to hit Karsten but Jori was next to jump in, grabbing the chain linking her leather-cuffed wrists. This was how they held her as Gunnar grabbed the metal handcuffs hanging from the ceiling and made swift work of attaching them to Mira's wrists before unstrapping the existing leather cuffs and discarding them off to the side.

Elias dropped Mira's legs, letting her stumble onto the floor and attempt to find her footing before Karsten released his hold on her. Mira was screaming now, profanities muffled from the gag that silenced her and bit into her face. Suddenly her restrained arms were being tugged upwards and Mira looked over desperately at Gunnar who was working the winch. Mira was being pulled up to the point of now barely dangling from her wrists, her toes trying to find their footing as her feet arched in an attempt to add more height to her body. She was stumbling and swaying, her legs kicking out and then quickly coming back in to hold her up when the metal cuffs bit painfully into her wrists.

Mira was mad now. She barely had a leg to stand on, quite literally at this point. She couldn't kick unless she wanted to hurt herself, and boy did those metal cuffs bite! The four men who had dragged her in were now all staring at her, watching, waiting for Volker to make his move. Mira glanced around, her head rapidly tossing from side to side as she looked for Volker. She was strung up, vulnerable and completely terrified at this point. The terror in her eyes was evident and the way she breathed caused her stomach to suck in and tremble each time it grew tight, her ribs forming clear lines against her skin with every breath.
 
It was a struggle getting her into place but together they managed and stood for a few moments, gazing upon the bound woman, before collectively stepping back to give Volker all the space he needed. Even though they were frustrated by her actions it was still obvious that none of them wanted to give their frontman any reason to go off on them so they stayed quiet and were intent on letting whatever happened happen. This place hadn't seen too many girls, usually this was a stop for those who were particularly disobedient or those who had been broken enough to enjoy the harsh attention, but for Volker to have brought her here and now left no doubts that his actions were going to take this very far indeed. Thankfully the warehouse was large enough and secluded enough that none of them feared for being discovered which was doubly a good thing as Volker stepped up behind Mira's back.

His hands were firm and rough as he grasped at the muzzle upon her face and worked with trembling hands to free her from its confines. He didn't fear her screams alerting anyone of importance and he wanted to hear exactly what agony he put her through in the coming moments. It took him a bit more work than usual but eventually he tugged the contraption from her head and tossed it aside without a care. "You can be as loud as you want here and nobody will come to save you." Stepping away from the otherwise beautiful woman Volker made a beeline for a wooden cane that was relatively thin and designed for spanking rather than supporting the weight of a person. Truth be told he wanted to jump straight into the worst imaginable but his head prevented him from wasting the opportunity to steadily increase her pain in a more beneficial manner.

"Before I'm done with you tonight I'll hear you beg for mercy and forgiveness." And with that he pulled the cane back and snapped it forward, causing its length to impact the juicy cheeks of her ass with a loud crack that rang out off of the concrete floor. There wasn't much in the immediate area to absorb the sound but the place was so unbelievably quiet otherwise that it would only tend to heighten the cruelty at play. "Think you can break my shit?!" He pulled it back and swung again at her ass but on a slightly different angle this time in an attempt to not hit the same spot twice more or less. "Think you can fucking kick me in the face?!" A third time he drew back and lashed out in anger but this time he went low and struck at the back of her thighs, just beneath her rear.
 
Mira may not have been able to see Volker but she could feel his presence behind her as he stepped towards her. She could feel his anger seething from him and despite her own extreme consternation, it only seemed to fuel her anger on even more. They had kidnapped her, beaten the shit out of her, raped her, restrained her and limited her movements but yet they were mad at her for breaking a fucking mirror and not rolling over to accept their nefarious plans for her? In Mira's head, it was the five guys standing around her that were in the wrong, not her. She didn't do a single fucking thing wrong. How dare they accuse her of such?

The anger grew and grew as Volker went to unfasten the muzzle gag from her face. A small tendril of drool connecting her lower lip to the muzzle and snapped once it left her face, making it now look like she had the smallest bit of drool from the corner of her mouth now hanging from her chin. The leather from the gag left red lines across her face as it pulled from her sticky, sweaty skin. Mira's head shook and she tried to pull her head away from Volker even as he loosened the gag. It was as if she was trying to nuzzle her way back into the gag but she was really just trying to get away from Volker's touch. This was probably going to be the nicest touch of his for the rest of the evening, all things considered.

The moment the gag left her face, Mira immediately let out an ear-shattered scream. Her entire body quivered as she cried out, her shrieks specifically calling for help. If there was any chance that anybody was within an audible distance, they'd surely hear her right now. "Help!!" Volker confirmed that she was helpless as he allowed her to cry out, her volume practically deafening before her voice cracked and she fell silent. Her eyes fell onto Gunnar, staring at him as Volker moved away from her naked body and obtained something from one of the tables. Her gaze was vicious, the anger stewing behind her iris more of a warning than a plea for help. Gunnar had been the nicest of all five guys and the only one so far not to actually hurt her. This didn't go unnoticed by Mira but it always didn't provide comfort. Her gaze remained on him until the cane snapped against her ass cheeks and caused the muscles along her back to ripple from the impact.

Mira's eyes closed tightly and she let out a gasp through clenched teeth. Her hands grabbed on to the chains above her, grasping them in an effort to hold onto something as the sharp pain echoed within her body. You will never hear me beg and cry for mercy, you fucking Monster. Mira wanted to shout her thoughts to Volker but right now she was more focused on processing the pain. She could learn to handle it. Already, she had been through so much worse.

Her eyelids fluttered open and she stared at Gunnar for a mere second before the second attack came down on her pale skin, a streak of red quickly crossing over her body. "Ah!" Her vocal reaction was more of a hiss than anything else as her body shifted forward slightly and her knees trembled, making her loose her balance momentarily. It was a short falter, she very quickly regained herself and opened her eyes again to stare at Gunnar. When the third sharp caning came across her upper thighs, her body jerked forward again and then she began laughing.

The chuckle started off low in her chest. "Don't act like you didn't deserve it." Mira's voice, although gravelly, still remained somewhat melodic. There was a strange air of confidence around her, the anger fueling her forward despite the three searing red lashes across her ass and thighs. "And I'd do it all over again. Why don't you stand in front of me like a man, you fucking coward." Mira knew she was just digging her grave a little bit deeper and giving Volker even more of a reason to lash out, literally, at her. She didn't care, though. She was certain she could handle whatever it was that he had planned for her.
 
The gasp of pain, more of a hiss really, was akin to a small victory for Volker as he took satisfaction in the knowledge that he was hurting her. However, when she began laughing some of that ebbed away as she continued to taunt him and goad him towards harsher punishments. To the men who knew better she was simply delusional, overwhelmed with a myriad of emotion that wasn't allowing her to think clearly, but Volker wasn't about to take the bait so easily. "Oh you'll see me soon enough, don't worry." He cracked the cane against the small of her back this time, the pink lines upon her skin growing in number with every strike, and continued at a steady pace rather than rushing things so that her body and mind wouldn't block out the pain and instead would feel every impact as clearly as was possible. The fifth and sixth strikes came upon her ass again and surely the pain was only compounded at the areas he had already hit before but at this point she'd get her wish as he stepped around her and stood face to face.

"The cane isn't a tool designed for quick breaking of the will, it works best when given the proper pause between strikes and when repeated impacts make the body more and more sensitive. Of course, this is all just the appetizer to get you nice and tender to begin with. You are sorely mistaken if you think that this little thing is the only punishment you'll be suffering tonight. But I didn't come here to talk!" He grunted out the last sentence more than spoke it as he swung the cane towards her but this time he went for a much more sensitive location as the strike was aimed squarely for her large breasts. "You'll learn your fucking place one way or another!" His next attack aimed at her lower stomach before he gave pause and lashed at her tits once more. He wanted to hear her cry and scream but mostly he wanted her to shut the fuck up and understand that she was playing with fire.
 
The fourth slap made Mira cry out, her toes curling beneath her feet as she swayed forward and her head jerked upwards, sending a few strands of ebony hair flowing over her shoulders. Every time her eyes opened after receiving another lash, she settled her gaze right back on Gunnar. The fifth lash made her yelp come out even louder as her balance broke and she once again stumbled, quickly kicking up to grab a hold of herself once again in the uncomfortable position. Lash six crossed against once of the lashes he'd already laid out against her perky asscheeks and caused about an inch and a half long gash at their meeting, the cut just barely oozing blood as Mira finally screamed out, a fresh set of tears appearing against her waterline that she desperately tried to blink back.

The streaks across her lower backside pained her skin but the pain also found a way to meld into her brain, her tender flesh forcing her to remain acutely aware of just how horrible of a situation she was in. A situation she desperately wanted to survive. Her will to live would surely outshine all of the pain, right?

Finally coming face to face with Volker, Mira's eyebrows hitched together and the glare she gave him was commendable. She was still in it to win, she wasn't going to loose to whatever sick and twisted game Volker had up his sleeve. Or so she thought. The moment the cane clapped against her tit, she let out another scream and her entire body flinched backwards. Mira tried to protect herself, her body curling upwards slightly but unable to defend her naked frame from the onslaught of attacks Volker continued to dole out. Through clenched teeth, she groaned. "Fuck. You." She wasn't stepping back. The smack against her lower stomach made her hiss out and the next caning against her tits made her shout out again.

This continued. Mira continued trying to hold herself together. Only a few tears managed to escape her eyes as she groaned, hissed and yelped in pain with every lashing. Each attack against her naked and unprotected body seemed to hurt more than the last. Volker didn't seem like he was stopping and Mira was starting to loose her willpower as she felt the red welts growing. The poor girl was hyperventilating, her teeth still clenched as she was finally rendered speechless due to the sheer pain her body was currently enduring.
 
While Gunnar wasn't exactly one to favor such brutal tactics he also wasn't exactly showing much guilt either. He had tried to offer her a means of avoiding something like this and she had decided against accepting, threatening him in the process and forcing such drastic measures. He might have been her lifeline in regards to the nicest of the bunch but he still had more self-respect and self-interest to not get in the way of these proceedings. Meanwhile Jori watched with a similar expression of disdain though in his case it was more about how Mira was wasting everyone's time by resisting in such a fashion, he knew she'd break eventually so it was better to just give in and accept it. Karsten and Elias though had no problems with the beating obviously and although they'd love to join in and help they settled for enjoying the show and staying out of Volker's way.

"Hah, one day you'll beg me to fuck you. I hope you remember these days of your pitiful defiance when groveling is all you know." He struck her a few more times across the stomach and circled around again to her back, drawing more red lines with every crack of the cane until eventually his angry strikes were so vicious that he snapped the tool in two. The wood splintered and broke apart after the last strike against her curvaceous rear and the shattered end clattered upon the floor and slid to a halt between her and the other men. "Well would you look at that. Look what you've made me do. That was a nice cane, not cheap. You better fucking apologize for making me break it upon your worthless skin."

His tone was more controlled at this point and less explosive than before as he had worked out some of the fury that propelled him but all the same the venom infused within the words was no less than before. He savored the marks he had made upon her body and knew that she was so sensitive by now, so ready for harsher treatment. Still he gave her the chance to obey him and lessen the coming brutality but hardly expected her to give in at this point, she was too stubborn for that. With that in mind he stepped out towards one of the many tables and found his next tool, a coiled black whip that wouldn't just hurt her pretty skin but slice into it. He didn't care if he had to leave scars upon her body if it meant he'd break her will to disobey, if it meant he'd draw even more tears and screams to repay for her insult to his control and power. "Apologize properly, convince me of your regret, and I'll go a little easier on you. You won't get another chance beyond this point."
 
Tears streaked down the round cheeks of the restrained Asian woman who fought feverishly against each caning. Every crack of the cane elicited yet another gasp or hiss but still Mira remained stubborn and determined to beat Volker at his own game. He thought he could break her? Ha! He was in for a treat. A cane wouldn't make her grovel, not after everything they'd already done to her naked body. Of course, when the cane smacked across her belly and lashed against the small slices in her skin that the taser had left behind, she let out a loud cry. "Fuck!" It was through clenched teeth but it let Volker know that he was starting to get to her.

Mira's eyes closed now, squeezing her eyelids together tightly as she gasped and yelped from the growing pain that welted across her body. Her naked skin was glistening, a sheen of sweat covering her pale yet bruised body. Each smack hurt more than the last and by the time the cane finally snapped, Mira screamed out. Her cry echoed throughout the warehouse, matched by the sound of the splintering cane as it collided against the cold floor and rolled off towards the small audience. Through labored breathing, Mira finally opened her eyes and caught Volker's gaze as her eyebrows knitted together. The pained tears were still rolling down her face but the fury behind her gaze seemed to grow, the embers behind her rage seemingly fueled by the pain Volker forced upon her body.

Mira's chest rose and fell with every labored breath, her stomach sinking inwards as her ribs appeared beneath her breasts and each bone outlined against her tender skin. No longer was Mira interested in Gunnar, the idea of making him uncomfortable by staring him down no longer a thought in her mind. Instead, her focus was solely on Volker who disappeared off to the side before returning to her front side and brandishing a new tool. A tool that promised to bite into her skin in the most painful of ways. It's just pain. You're going to survive this. Don't let them win. Her inner monologue was attempting to build her up despite the pain throbbing into her body. Apologize?! He's fucking crazy! Mira's eyes lowered to the coiled black whip resting in Volker's hand, the object waiting to taste her skin.

Her nose crinkled as his words, her head jerking to the side in disgust as he stared at her, waiting for her answer. Her cheeks sunk in for a mere second before a fat glob of mucus flung from her lips, aimed right at Volker's face.
 
Volker recoiled slightly as she spit in his face and he wiped himself clean and shook his hand of her fluids as he shook his head. "Bad move." Was all he said in response to her continued defiance and he knew that she was hurting badly at this point. Her spirit was commendable in a manner of speaking but he was in no mood to offer her any respect after what she had done in the tour bus. The other men shared concerned looks at this turn of events and even Karsten and Elias weren't looking as accepting of Volker's intentions to whip her now that she had further incited him to violence. Still none of them had the confidence to stand up to him, Volker had brought them all together and he was undoubtedly the leader so they didn't want to risk losing the great gig that was being a part of Ethereal. After all where else would they get this popularity mixed with rape and abuse of their fangirls?

Taking a few steps back Volker let the whip uncoil and fall to the ground as he gripped the handle tightly. His brown eyes almost seemed to burn with hatred as he picked out his target, deciding first to aim for her stomach in order to hone in his accuracy with the weapon before trying anything more difficult. He didn't use this much but he had put in many hours to hone his skill and when he flicked the handle back and snapped it forwards the long tendril of tightly-wound leather snaked out and cracked loudly as the tip broke the speed of sound and raked across the flesh of her midsection.

The cane was nasty for how it focused the impact along a narrow surface area but the whip? The whip was something else entirely. Only that small tip was what actually did the damage to her and so there would be no slow buildup before it started to harm her. The red line it drew upon her was far harsher and if he decided to strike hard enough he could easily scrape the tissue from her body like a razor. With how angry she kept making him that fact seemed far more likely that not as he waited for her to endure all the sensations of his strike before he pulled back and launched another, this time seeking her thighs.
 
The smug defiance that had splattered across Mira's face was all but wiped out the moment the whip sprang through the air and lashed her midsection. The scream that came from her made her entire body jerk. Any color that was beneath her skin all but drained from her body as she turned a ghostly pale. The red mark left behind by the whip turned into a welt almost instantly, her skin puckering from the inflammation as her body jerked and her composure flew out the door. Her body seemed to crumble from the pain, her frame turning slack within the shackles as they bit at her wrists and tugged at her shoulder blades. This reaction only added to her pain, her body weight far too much for her wrists to contain as she swayed weightlessly for a moment before kicking her legs up and trying to regain her balance. The moment her toes found purchase against the cold floor beneath her, the whip bit her once again and slashed against her thighs.

Volker hadn't even sliced into her skin yet but the threat of the whip tearing into her was more than apparent. Another blood curdling scream left Mira's lips as she repeatedly lost balance and tried to kick herself up while her shoulders strained against the chains holding her arms upward. Mira's head fell back and a sob shook her chest before she gasped, the raspy sound almost pitiful. The cane was nothing compared to the pain the whip was causing. On one hand, Mira desperately wanted to plead with Volker to stop. On the other hand, she desperately wanted to curse him out and threaten him with everything she could muster. Of course, any threat to leave her lips would be pointless. She couldn't hurt him in this position, even if he walked close enough for her to kick him, she'd only manage to hurt herself.

Mira forced herself to look at Volker once regaining her composure from the second whipping. "You're fucking sick, you know that?!" She was screaming at him, spittle flying from her cracked lips. This only added to the wetness dripping down her face. She was turning into a sopping mess, clearly unable to handle much more of the pain he was lashing out onto her body. Almost as soon as the words left her lips, she regretted speaking up. She was already at her breaking point, she wouldn't be able to handle much more pain before she'd be beseech him for mercy.
 
He smiled at her words, not taking them as the insult they were intended to be, but truthfully at this point sick didn't even begin to describe how twisted he was. He didn't draw back for another huge strike like before but instead let the whip fall loose on the ground as he stretched his right arm in a relaxed fashion, causing her to cry out in such pain did wonders to improve his mood after her attack on his bandmates but it certainly didn't make him more merciful. After a few moments of watching her struggle to remain standing and to balance herself again he decided to strike, but this time it was something entirely different.

Gently tossing the length of the whip towards her feet Volker paused before quickly snapping his wrist downward. There wasn't anywhere near as much force to this but far more control as the energy flowed through the length and resulted in a crack that traveled upward and struck directly along her pussy from the back to the front. He'd only learned this technique recently since it was quite advanced for his level of proficiency but the results would speak for themselves. Gunnar couldn't keep watching at this point and he turned to leave, Jori debated but was quick to follow leaving only Karsten and Elias enjoying her pain. Thing was, even when she'd plead for mercy he wasn't going to give it to her. No this was a lesson that he intended to teach her by pushing her near to the point of breaking. He was going to keep whipping her until she had long, bleeding marks across her body and until she was so overwhelmed that she couldn't form sentences any more. He'd make her understand plainly the price of disobedience and hopefully her will would never be this strong again.
 
Mira's entire body flinched as the tip of the whip landed between her craned feet. Her head gazed down as she waited for it to move before looking up at Volker who was staring on at her, waiting for the right timing. Practically like lightning, his flick of his wrist sent the whip upward between her muscular thighs and the tip of the whip slashed into her most sensitive area. Her slit was parted just enough to offer no resistance to the painful prick of the whip's tip as it penetrated her folds and bit into her. Mira's thighs crashed into each other and she shrieked, the wail significantly louder than any other cry she had made up to this point. Her body once again fell forward, swaying painfully from the ceiling as she screeched out and howled in pain, her entire body now shaking.

"No! No! Stop!!!" It may not have been the most forceful strike but Mira's already sensitive body combined with the strategic placement of his attack made her finally crumble. "Please! Enough!" She was practically drooling as she shouted for mercy but Volker didn't seem bothered by her cries. Instead, the whip lashed out once more, crashing against her midsection and cutting into her skin. "Please!!! Stop!!" The screams coming from the flailing woman fell upon deaf ears as Volker's attacks continued on, lashing one brutal slice against her skin after another.

Mira was no longer composed, there wasn't even a semblance of control as she kicked and screamed and cried while trying to hold herself up and failing. "I'm begging you, please! Stop!! Stop! I'll do anything! Stop!!" Volker had made his way around her body, forcing bleeding welts onto her pale skin as he encircled her and forced the whip down across her skin over and over again. Mira was saturated in sweat and splattered in her own blood, her skin sticky and glistening beneath the fluorescent lights of the warehouse as she continued to supplicate him for an ounce of compassion, screaming each time the whip sliced into her.
 
Her initial cries did nothing to stem the punishment he doled out and he continued to circle her bound figure, cracking that whip again and again and pushing harder until he began to seriously wound her. By the time he decided she had had enough Mira was sweating profusely and bleeding from long welted gashes on her stomach and back, these might even scar depending on the severity but he didn't care since he believed she had brought this on herself. Finally he stepped back over to the table and set the whip down, turning and striding so calmly and so casually over towards her that one might be mistaken that he had just committed such a terrible act. When he reached her his right hand gripped her chin and cheeks and forced her head to raise and look at him squarely. His expression was much happier than before but the intensity of his gaze made it perfectly clear that this was a lesson she best remember.

"Next time you want to strike one of us, next time you want to break my things, next time you want to spit in my face...think to these moments and this pain and realize that I could do so much worse than whipping and caning. I could fucking ruin you if I so desired but I'd much rather you obey instead. You are not a person, you are a fan and we are your gods. Gods do not abide the desires of mortals, rather mortals heed our every beck and call. You will do anything we tell you to because this is your place, this is your way to earn your way into our good graces. You brought this pain upon yourself because you wouldn't listen and this was only the beginning. Act out again to this extent and I'll make it far worse for you than a few...potential scars."

Volker let go of her face and turned to Karsten and Elias, gesturing for one of them to lower the winch so he could set her free. No sooner than she had been properly lowered onto her feet he'd reach up and unlock the metal cuffs without bothering to catch her at all. He saw her weakness and knew she'd crumple to the floor but as far as he was concerned that was where she belonged and instead of helping her up he unzipped the fly of his pants and fished out his cock from beneath his boxer shorts. Gripping it gently he angled it downward and relaxed his tense muscles, allowing the first trickling drops of urine to flow from his tip and fall upon her disheveled hair. The hot stream would quickly grow to full measure and he'd aim to coat as much of her body as was possible from this angle, not caring in the slightest how the swampy liquid would sting at her open wounds. This was her place, subjugated beneath them all and obedient to their every whim no matter what that happened to be. How he did hope that she'd still cry for him even after this punishment; the tears made sex all the sweeter in his eyes.
 
By the time Volker had completed his vicious punishment, Mira was wheezing and gasping for air as her head dangling forward limply in defeat. Her head rose with every crack of the whip and followed with a shriek but would quickly fall back down as she leaned forward in her restraints, her shoulders burning and aching from the angle as she let her wrists hold her up. She could no longer stand properly or keep her balance. A tendril of drool dangled from the corner of her lips while mucus, tears and sweat soaked her face and ran down her neck. Mira was the vision of Volker's trounce, his conquest of her defiance more than apparent as she whimpered and sniveled between squeals of pain.

Mira's entire body flinched and she cowered within Volker's grasp as he gripped her chin, forcing her to stare up into his demonic gaze. There was no more pride or stubbornness in Mira's gaze. She looked pitiful, akin to a beaten puppy. Her whimpering pants gave away any defiance she still had remaining and once he released her, allowing her to be lowered back to the ground, she crumpled into a pathetic pile of flesh and bones. There was no scream as her body hit the ground with a sick thunk, instead just a continuation of her sniveling as she tried to push herself up onto her palms.

A sob sounded out from her chest, a bubble of saliva growing and then snapping against her lips, the moment the warm stream of urine hit her. She jerked back slightly and tried to move her head out from the direct stream before hissing and whining as it ran down her naked body and burned into the bleeding welts and risen bruises that littered her body. Each fresh cut Volker saturated made Mira yelp and flinch in pain but she was far too weak to pull herself up from the ground and get out of the way of his defilement. The tears streamed from her eyes as she sobbed, the pitiable woman temporarily defeated.
 
Volker had no illusions that this would completely ruin Mira, not after all the fight she had put forth so far, but he knew from experience that breaking people down had to be done in doses so he expected that this would change her forever if nothing else. He sighed as he finished draining his bladder across her body, the intense heat of his piss coating her skin and certainly not helping in regards to the sweat that already have overtaken her, but thankfully it was all over in just a few seconds before the stream slowed to a trickle and again dribbled a few errant drops upon her. He shook his dick off to clear any remaining drops before tucking it back into his pants and underwear and looked to the other men without any care for her at this point. "Take her outside and hose her off before you bring her back on the bus. Don't want her piss, sweat, and blood getting all over everything so make sure you bandage the open wounds too. We've got to make up for lost time now but hopefully this dumb bitch will understand her place a little better now."

With that he turned and began to walk away in a truly relaxed fashion. True that his right arm and wrist hurt a little from all the power he had put into hurting her but it was worth it as far as he was concerned. Karsten and Elias reached down to haul her up by her arms and shoulders, literally dragging her feet across the smooth concrete as they took her outside into the cool night air, and set her down again before pulling over a garden hose and starting to wash her off with a potent spray of what would feel to her like ice cold water in comparison to the urine. Following the spray down they roughly look over the worst of her wounds and wrap some basic bandages around to cover them. Neither of them really had much medical knowledge but the whole point was to stop her from making a mess rather than actually ensuring she recovered fully. "He really did a number on you didn't he? Never seen him snap a cane like that before." Karsten mentioned idly as he worked before Elias commented in kind. "Volker wasn't lying though, he could do a lot worse if he wanted to. Hell, I could do a lot worse, heh."

They didn't expect her to reply though, nor were they even sure she could understand them at this point, so it wouldn't be long before they hauled her back onto the bus and bound her wrists with the softer leather cuffs. Even still they'd elicit pain when pressing upon the areas where the metal had dug into her skin but they weren't about to risk her running away anyways, locking the metal links onto the ring on the wall as they stuffed her back into place on the bottom bunk. As if taunting her of better times the Cliff bar still rested by her prone figure as the guys crawled into their own bunks to catch some sleep and the bus started rolling again to take them to their next destination.
 
There were no words to describe how Mira felt in that instance. Battered, bruised, sliced open, and now urinated on. She was nothing. That last action drove that realization home. This man, a man she had once idolized, treated her as if her life was less than meaningless. For the current moment, she felt it so deep within her soul. She had temporarily snapped.

Mira mewed in agony as her body was half lifted from the ground, the heels of her feet dragging along the cement ground as Karsten and Elias dragged her from her current hell and towards her next one. She wanted to fight the two men, retract her arms from them, but her arms had grown numb and useless. Even if she did want to, it wouldn't have done her any good. The fight within her had all but worn itself out. She let out a cry as they deposited her on the cool ground and she jerked and practically convulsed against the cold garden hose. Her eyes squeezed shut as they neared her to bandage her up and her whimpers were the only reaction to the two men as they looked her over and applied minor first aid to her wounds.

Her silence was only broken up by the quavering sobs and heavy breathing that broke into the silent air of the tour bus as she was restrained and taken off towards their next destination. She laid in waiting, terrified for what would come next.
 
For the most part the trip went by in relative silence. The bandmates all did their best to catch up on sleep so they'd be ready for their next performance so Mira had plenty of time to sit and ponder the horrors of their treatment and what they might do next. Night turned to early morning and pressed on until nearly noon when he guys finally began to stir, not nearly enough sleep to feel fully rested after that stop in the night but enough that they could manage just fine after the initial groans and struggles of waking up and getting ready for the day. They cycled in and out of the bathroom until finally Elias came out looking presentable as the last member to have his turn. For now the guys more or less ignored her since they knew she'd need some time to recover but Gunnar came back to check in on her.

Crouching down beside her bunk he inspected the hastily wrapped bandages and shook his head slightly before beginning to speak. "Things went too far for my tastes, I'm just after some fun and a good time, but I can't say I'm surprised after what you did. I hope you won't try anything like that again but all the same you won't be allowed to close the bathroom door, Volker's orders." He paused and considered his next words carefully before continuing, brushing an errant strand of his long, blonde hair out of his face. "If you are ready I'll help you up so you can go to the bathroom, then get you something to eat and drink. Those bandages are going to need to be changed as well since they were applied while you were still wet." He was still a part of all this of course and didn't claim to be a saint in the slightest but of the band he and Jori were the nicer individuals all the same, not above kidnapping and rape obviously but less interested in open violence. She had spurned his attempts to help her once and he certainly hoped she wouldn't do so again.
 
All five men may have been sleeping but Mira remained wide awake, her eyes wide open as she stared at the ceiling of her cot while her body trembled. The pain coursed through her body, making her wince and whine every few minutes. The bandages were barely sticking to her clammy skin. The poor woman was in shock, unable to fully process what had just happened to her. Her body had been torn open, she'd been dehumanized completely.

The darkness of the tour bus as it continued its trek forward slowly began to lighten, the beginning rays of morning brightening the darkness as they drove on. Mira was hyper-aware as each man awoke and stretched within his cot. Yawns, groans, sighs, footsteps. She matched each one up with its owner, recognizing each voice as they'd walk by her. Every shift in the air made her flinch and cower in her cot, scared that one of them would lower themselves to peer in and taunt her beaten down self even more. She was ignored as they all got ready for the day, something that caused her both irritation and relief. At least, until Gunnar gave her some attention.

Mila flinched back from him as he crouched down beside her. She was clearly still shaken up. A few bandages had bled through and her skin was battered and bruised, swollen in different places. The defeat from the night prior was still prevalent in her eyes and she struggled to maintain eye contact with Gunnar as he spoke to her. She did offer him a nod of agreement to signify that she'd behave. And she did just that.

As soon as her hands were released from the overhead clasp, her wrists still restrained, she grabbed at Gunnar's arm and tightened her fingers around him to hold onto him for support. They slowly walked back towards the bathroom and once in there, her eyes flickered up to catch the empty space on the wall where the mirror once hung. Eyes fixating back on the floor, she silently sat down on the toilet. She could feel Gunnar's eyes on her, watching her to make sure she didn't do anything she wasn't supposed to.

It was temporary but Volker had broken her down completely. She was scared, pained, and completely at a loss of self. Once done in the bathroom, she'd allow Gunnar to rebandage her. She'd also accept water but she wasn't yet able to eat. The nausea in her stomach from the stress of her situation was far too much.
 
To be fair Gunnar wasn't much worried about her acting up just yet after suffering from Volker's abuse. He watched only for a moment before turning away, this didn't interest him and he was following the letter of the rule rather than the intent. Calm and patient until she finished her business Gunnar was better suited to rebinding her wounds and working to clean her up a little more properly, after all he had some experience with the girls in the past. The man would pull a medical kit from the bathroom and get to work upon her with much more care and concern but there was only so much he could do really and her injuries would need plenty of time to heal. He did offer her some ibuprofen to help the swelling along with more water, suggesting that she needed to eat as well but not pushing the matter when she declined.

With how shellshocked she was Gunnar didn't have much to say in return, just passing the time quietly while Jori stepped a bit closer to watch as well. He didn't say anything but if she dared to look up at his expression she'd noticed he cared too, just was a bit more distant of a person in general. Once Mira had drank her fill Gunnar decided that she could stay out of her bunk for a bit rather than cramp her muscles more, after all she wasn't a threat and he said as much to her. "I'm not going to hook you up in the bunk right now, not until we have to head out. Probably best you hang back still so that nobody suspects you are eyeing for an escape." He gently patted her shoulder and stepped past to walk with Jori towards the forward seating areas of the bus. Volker noticed everything and looked back at her for a moment but turned his attention away, not overrulling the decision to keep her loose for the time being although some softly spoken words were exchanged between the men all the same.
 
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