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The Price of Fame

It seemed like forever that they were staring at her, so when Ian went for her hair she almost jumped with surprise, just from the motion. Her hands went up as if to shove him away as he pulled her swiftly by her hair. A loud cry emitted from her throat before her nose high fived the concrete. Katherine heard a crack, and a warmth spread over her face. At first she thought her nose was broken and bleeding, the pain severing through her whole face. Luckily, it wasnâ??t even fractured or even bleeding for that matter, the crack was just the bone shifting harshly. For this moment all she could focus on was the stabbing pain, worried that Ian had fucked up her nose. Katherine didnâ??t even hear what Ian had said; everything had become a blur.

It was only when she felt her lacy underwear being pulled down roughly did she regain awareness of her surroundings. Katherine tried to breathe in to scream bloody murder but the breath barely even had the chance to pass her tonsils. Ianâ??s wrist felt like it was so far into her neck he would break it. The she heard it, the sound of a zipper. It seemed too loud, especially in comparison to the screaming thoughts in Katherineâ??s head. The sound bounced off of the walls and smacked her right in the face. Her hands reached out to the ground in front of her as if trying to pull herself away. Her legs were flailing and kicking at both the ground and the air, yet her body remained immobile even as he shifted off of her back.

A hand smacked her in the mouth at the same time she felt something prodding at her groin. Ian filled her up quickly and she screamed out as loud as possible, her fingernails clawing at the ground. She wasnâ??t a virgin, as would be expected, but it felt as if Ian had shoved a knife through her whole body. Tears streaked down her soft cheeks and she was crying out into Ianâ??s hand. A few words that Ian could probably make out were profanities and her teeth were grazing his flat hand as she tried to bite him. The last thing Katherine wanted to do was remain still and let him continue to do this to her. â??Get the fuck off of me,â? she tried to scream before finally getting a decent amount of palm in her mouth and biting down harshly.
 
He felt her bite down on his hand, and immediately moved it away, screaming. In retaliation, he smacked her head against the concrete, not hard enough to give her brain damage, but just enough to show her what happens when she bites. He grabbed her hair, and kept her head pressed against the concrete as he fucked her from behind. He shifted back and forth, repeatedly punching his hard, long dick into her. Ian had never actually had sex before, but he had watched enough porn to know what to do. His intent wasn't to pleasure her, so how experienced he was didn't really matter. It certainly felt good for him, though.

He reached over and grabbed her tank top. Rolling it up, he put it in her mouth to prevent her from screaming. He continued to fuck her for perhaps a minute, ending when he felt like he was on the brink of cumming inside of her. He got off of her, and stood up, putting his dick back in his pants. He looked down at her, and hoped that being violated would have broken her.
 
The second Ianâ??s hand left her mouth an audibly painful scream escaped her lips, though it was cut short when he shoved her head into the concrete. Crying out in pain and trying to move her head, though to no avail, her body squirmed under his. She was getting dizzy, really dizzy, and was starting to lose focus, yet her body wouldnâ??t let her ignore the feeling of penetration. Even within that minute, Katherine had managed to cry a small puddle of tears. Though her legs had now stopped flailing, her fingers were still scrapping at the ground, cutting up her well-groomed nails. Katherine wasnâ??t screaming anymore either, she was sobbing though. When her tank top was shoved into her mouth, she gagged on it and tried to push it out with her tongue, succeeding just as the last minute was ending.

When Ian pulled out of her, Katherine instantly went into the fetal position and let out what sounded like a whimper. A scrape was lining the right side of her forehead from when heâ??d shoved her head into the concrete. A little bit of blood was dripping down her face, though the tears drowned it out. She couldnâ??t move, she couldnâ??t talk, all Katherine could do was just lie there and stare at the wall as he glanced down at her. She looked like a complete mess huddled on the floor in just her bra. For the time being, Ian had won.
 
Ian couldn't help but laugh. It was brief, sounding like a nasally machine gun almost. Katherine, the beautiful young socialite, was laying on the ground, crying and mostly naked. It was beautiful to Ian, in a sick way. He only wished that he had a camera, so he could preserve the sight before him. Maybe it was a good thing that he didn't - someone might find the photograph. â??Get up,â? He said, hoping that now she would follow his commands.
 
Her body cringed back at his laugh, which probably made him laugh even more at this poor sight. Katherine felt pathetic, used, and just all-over disgusting. When he told her to get up, she finally complied, though it took her a few seconds to do so. She stumbled on her way up, her body shaking in front of him. Katherine was ashamed, she couldnâ??t believe sheâ??d let him do this. The voice in her head telling her to disobey was still there, though this time not as loud. Right now she just wanted to sleep and wake up tomorrow morning back in her room, this all just being a horrific nightmare. Yet, it all felt too real, and she couldnâ??t wake up.
 
â??Good girl,â? He said, looking at her with a smile. In a way, he was glad that she was now obeying his commands - she was learning. â??Now, take your bra off,â? He said, â??Toss it on the floor - then, I want you to get on your hands and knees, and crawl to that orange shipping container over there.â? Making her crawl would further humiliate her, and excite him. He continued to smile, looking at her with his piercing, ice cold eyes.
 
Katherineâ??s head lowered as he spoke, and when he finished her hands reached behind her obediently and fingered around on the back of her bra until she unclasped the fabric. Another whimper, and she moved her arms down, letting the straps lowers down her shoulders and then fall, her perky breasts in full view for his enjoyment. The bra, and her last shed of dignity, fell to her feet. She followed suit, her body almost falling to her hands and knees. Her long black hair cascaded down her back and seemed to sway off of her shoulders. Closing her eyes for a moment, she let her knees push her forward before her hands followed. It was a slow process, even though the container wasnâ??t too far away. A chill came over her once she was in front of it, and she looked back at Ian with pitiful eyes, almost like a dog begging for something.
 
Once Katherine had stopped, he walked over to the container. Looking down at her, he lightly patted her on the head, before moving to the doors on the container. It was locked with a padlock - Ian took a key out of his back pocket, and unlocked it. He opened the doors, and said to her, â??Get up.â?

Inside the shipping container, there was a metal-framed single bed, and nothing else except for a small table. If she wanted anything that would make her living space the slightest bit more comfortable, she would have to earn it. Her â??clothingâ? was on the bed. There was something that looked as thought it was a thin red scarf - actually her wraparound skirt. Next to it was a lot of jewelry. There were several long gold necklaces, bracelets, anklets, and belly-chains. There was nothing that would effectively conceal her private areas.

â??There's your clothing,â? He said, pointing to the bed. â??You have to put on all that jewelry,â? He said, â??Remember when jewelry made you look beautiful?â? He smiled. His intent was to use jewelry to objectify her - instead of making her look beautiful, it was a way of adorning her like a Christmas tree. In addition, the amount of jewelry she would wear would be quite heavy, to represent the weight that her luxurious past now had on her. â??I think the gold really goes well with your skin, though,â? He commented.
 
Though Katherine was exhausted and about ready to pass out, she managed to take a mental note of where the key to her corridors were. Standing up on shaky legs, she looked into her new â??homeâ??, her eyes glancing over the small table, the small bed, and what appeared to be a scarf lying next to a large mound of gold jewelry. Confusion swept through her as he pointed to the bed. She didnâ??t see any clothing at all and that scarf couldnâ??t even begin to be construed as a cover-up!

Katherine glanced back at her captor through sleepy, though fearful, eyes. â??I- I,â? She wasnâ??t quite sure what to say, or if there really was anything to be said. Her heart pounded in her chest, the small though powerful muscle suddenly feeling incredibly heavy, almost as if it were sinking into her stomach. For the first time in her life, she felt absolutely disgusted with herself. The jewelry that glistened in the incredibly dim light made her nauseous, and a slight gag rose to her throat.

â??I want to go to sleep.â? It was a simple statement that could have been taken in any way. Obviously, part of the meaning behind it was that she didnâ??t want to layer herself in the jewelry that heâ??d picked out for her. What Ian could only guess, though, was what the other meaning was. It could have been defiance, herself standing up for her own needs. It could have been her breaking, having given in from Ianâ??s earlier actions. Or it could have simply meant she just was exhausted and wanted to go to sleep.
 
Ian thought for a few seconds, and then decided that he should let her get some sleep. He could continue with his fun in the morning. He himself was quite tired, anyways. â??Okay,â? He said, shrugging his shoulders, before walking out of the container. He shut the doors to it, and locked them, locking Katherine inside. He smiled as he walked away, knowing that it would be pitch black in there, with no light except for what came from the small air holes drilled into the top of the container. There was no light coming through the holes, when he shut off the lights in the warehouse, leaving for the night. It wasn't one of those nights where he felt like sleeping there - he would be back in the morning.
 
Katherine almost perked up when he agreed to let her sleep. She took a few baby steps into the container only to have Ian shut and lock the container doors, leaving her in what was complete darkness until her eyes adjusted. She stood still for about thirty seconds, waiting to contain her vision. The few beams of light shining down through the holes in the top of the container were just enough to lead her to the bed, where she shoved the jewelry and wraparound fabric off of the bed and onto the makeshift floor. Just as the jewelry hit the floor with a loud thud the lights went off. A chill swirled through her containment as she crawled into the bed, which was only a mattress for the time being. Her naked frame curled up into a ball, trying to keep warm as she drifted off to a nightmare-filled sleep.
 
Ian spent the night thinking of what he would do the next day. The idea of a merit system crossed his mind, by which Katherine would be treated better as she behaved, and worse as she misbehaved. The only problem was that it would make her feel like she was worth something, as long as she behaved properly. His intent was to make her feel worthless.

The next morning, Ian drove back to the warehouse, picking up something for her to eat on the way there. He placed the bag on the table, in the room adjacent to the main storage area, and then went over to the container, where Katherine would be sleeping. He took the key out of his pocket, and unlocked the doors, before opening them. Light streamed into the once pitch-black container, and Ian said, â??Get up.â?
 
The first thing Ian would see when he opened the doors to the container would be her body, still curled up in the same position she had been in all night. She was shaking a little bit, possibly from the cold, possibly from her bruised body. The sudden bright light made Katherine glare at Ian through squinted eyes and moan angrily. She had barely slept all night, getting maybe three hours at most; just enough sleep to give her the bit of energy she needed to fight with Ian. Plus, lying in the cold dark box all night was enough to get her riled up, she just couldnâ??t stop those hideous thoughts that crossed her mind about what he was going to do to her and what she was going to have to do to get out of here alive.

As Katherine stared at Ian, she could smell something different. The smell wasnâ??t too noticeable, it could have been a soap Ian had used- Katherine couldnâ??t see the bag heâ??d brought for her filled with food since it wasnâ??t in the current room that she was actually smelling. Her stomach growled, she was starving. She also had to use the restroom really badly and managed to hold it in during the night, though she felt like she was about to burst.

Her lips parted, Katherine was about to say no as she lied in that position not wanting to move, but her growling yet bloating stomach told her to humor him for the time being. She stood up, still looking at him. â??I need to pee,â? she said crudely, trying to fight back the distain she felt for him.
 
â??Bathroom's over there,â? He said, pointing to where the bathroom was. Even though he wanted to dehumanize her, he was grossed out by bodily wastes. It was just one concession he would make, he thought. He smiled, and said, â??After you're done, I'll show you where the shower is.â? He had modified one of the bathrooms to be a shower room - just a small, tile room with a showerhead. It was like the type of thing they had at prisons. In order to get to the shower room, one would have to go through the room Ian had set up as a kind of torture room. It would probably stop her from trying to attack him or misbehave, seeing the shackles on the wall, the riding crops and other blunt instruments.
 
When Ian pointed to where the restroom was and allowed her to go without a rude comment or remark, Katherine was actually quite surprised. She hadnâ??t even asked him to use the restroom, she simply told him he had to. Maybe he wouldnâ??t be as harsh as he was yesterday evening? Katherine rolled her eyes at this thought. Yeah right.

Without even a thank you, Katherine started walking towards the bathroom, glad she was allowed to use it. When she was in there, she went to lock the door in hopes that sheâ??d be able to, just in case, but the lock was on the outside, not the inside. Smart guyâ?¦ She sighed and continued on with her business slowly. It was about three or four minutes later that she came out as he lead her towards the shower room. Katherine was following behind Ian, keeping in stride as he walked through the torture room. Almost as soon as they entered the room Katherine wanted to leave. She tried to keep her eyes away from everything, but it was too late, sheâ??d already seen the shackles holding tightly onto the wall along with multiple weapons. She shivered, finally getting into the shower room, eyeing him to see if heâ??d leave.
 
â??You have five minutes,â? He said, and closed the door behind her. He turned around, with his back against the door, and looked at his watch before looking up at the room around him. A few feet from where the shackles were, was a bucket of water, and an electronic device of some sort. He smiled at the thought of jolting her with electric shock. Also in the room was an examination table, the kind usually found at a hospital, with restraints. He'd only need to use that if she was being really bad - in which case, she would get a new piercing, or a tattoo, whichever he felt like doing.

When the five minutes were up, he turned around, and opened the door. â??Get out,â? He said. He didn't have a towel for her. He had towels, but he wasn't going to allow her to use one. She would have to walk naked and wet on the cold concrete in order to get to her breakfast, on the table in the other room.
 
Five minutes, that didnâ??t seem like a long enough time, not even close. Katherine was used to taking showers lasting at least thirty minutes. Her long black hair was quite a responsibility, her usual practice would be using a nice, lathery shampoo twice, letting it sit in her hair fir five minutes each time, then the condition, though used only once, would stay in for a good ten minutes, at least. Of course, Katherine doubted that sheâ??d have any name-brand items in the shower here. Stepping into the room and letting him close the door behind her, she turned the water on.

Her eyes scanned for anything, soap or shampoo. Luckily there was one bottle marked Shampoo and a lone bar of soap. Quickly getting down to business she scrubbed her scalp, followed by her body before she rinsed the shampoo out of her hair. By the time Ian opened the door she had just finished rinsing the suds from her long hair. The warm water was nice, she wasnâ??t ready to get out, so when Ian told her to get out, it took her a good ten seconds to even move. When she finally did, though, she looked for a towel. He didnâ??t give her one, so she stood there naked, arms folded over her chest. â??Iâ??d like a towelâ?¦â? She demanded. She wasn't going to move until he gave her one.
 
â??You're not getting one,â? He said, sternly. The way she demanded a towel pissed her off - it was as though she deserved one. â??Especially when you talk so pretentiously.â? He stood in front of her, so that he could block her path if she tried to run past him. â??Get on your hands and knees, and crawl,â? He ordered, â??If you want to eat this morning.â? He backed up, towards the â??dining room,â? and grabbed the bag of drive-thru food, setting it down on the floor. â??Crawl,â? He reiterated.
 
An eyebrow raised as Katherine stared at Ian when he said no and told her to crawl to her breakfast. She wanted to say no, yet when Ian set the food down on the floor her stomach growled hungrily. All sheâ??d eaten yesterday was brunch, and though it was a pretty big meal it wasnâ??t going to hold her for much longer. Arms still folded over her chest, Katherine debated whether or not to subside herself to crawling on the cold floor when he wouldnâ??t give her a towel.

Her hair was dripping, leaving a puddle around her feet. She was trying hard to debate whether or not she should hold off on eating until she really had to. Part of her told her to just make another run for it, but her mind shifted off to what happened last night when she did. Though, since that was already done, there wasnâ??t much worse he could do to her, right? Her eyes narrowed as she spoke again, â??No. Not until you get me a towel.â? Obviously the few hours of sleep and the warm shower had given her back her strength.
 
â??You're not fucking getting one,â? He exclaimed, and shoved her naked body against the wall. He grabbed her wrists, tightly, and slammed them against the wall, holding them above her head. â??Do you know why? ,â? He said - rhetorical question. â??Because you're a stuck-up, lazy, stupid cow, and you barely even deserve to breath, let alone dry yourself off with a towel.â? His voiced was raised, but he wasn't quite yet screaming. He held her in place, in a position ready to fight off whatever she might do to struggle with him. â??You're lucky I even let you eat,â? He said, â??So if you don't want to starve to death, you should drop the attitude and do as I say.â?
 
When Ian started walking back towards her, Katherine straightened up- though not for him. It was as if standing tall was going to give her more confidence to fight off Ianâ??s progressions. Her hands were balled into fists to her sides and she glared at him as he grabbed them, shoving her against the wall. Katherine held her breath, trying to hold back a yelp and stood on her toes to lessen the stretching pain on her shoulders. Teeth grinding together and eyes glaring, she just stood there, not giving him a response until after he had finished speaking for a few moments. â??Iâ??d rather die of starvation than of anything else you do to me, you inhumane fuck.â? She spat into his face.
 
He let go of one of her wrists, and placed his hand around her neck, tightly. “You're lucky I even let you live, bitch,” He said, and kneed her in the stomach. He grabbed her by the arms, and pushed her up against the wall, right below where the shackled hung. With his body pressing against her back, he held her hands up, and locked them both into the shackles. “I'm going to show you just what you deserve,” He said, and stepped away from the restrained Katherine.

On the wall, there was a shelf with several instruments meant to inflict pain. One of them was a riding crop. He grabbed it, and turned to Katherine. She was so foolish, standing up to someone who could very easily hurt her. He would teach her that people are not to be expected to bow down to her.
 
The second one of her wrists were free, Katherine went to go smack Ian in the face, though just before she reached him he kneed her in the stomach. Katherine cried out, her body writhing and trying to curl up instinctively, though unable to. Her hand went to go hold the area heâ??d kneed her, though he grabbed it and pushed her against the wall. It wasnâ??t until the cold shackles grabbed for her wrists did she realize what he was doing. â??Fuck you!â? She screamed at him, tugging at her wrists to try and pry free. As Ian walked to the wall, Katherine noticed all of the objects on the shelf. Eyes narrowed as she scanned over each and every one, each looking more painful than the last.

As Ian turned towards her with the riding crop Katherine tried not to show any bit of weakness. â??Donâ??t you dare fucking touch me with that!â? She growled at him, tugging on her restraints. The second he came close enough, Katherine seemed to come alive with anger, her feet flailing towards Ian as she relied on her restraints to hold her up. One foot aimed for his groin, while the other aimed for his mouth, hoping to get at least one good kick out of this position.
 
Ian avoided her kicks, and immediately whipped her back, leaving a light red mark across her dark, smooth skin. For good measure, he whipped her again. It was not only for her attempts to kick him, but for her pretentiously telling him to not hit her. â??This is going to be a whole lot worse for you, if you don't hold still and shut your mouth,â? He said, â??No matter how much you try to kick, you're not escaping.â?
 
Katherineâ??s kicked missed, and she probably looked like a fool as her body swung back and thumped against the cold wall. Before her feet were even back on the ground she felt the crop whip across her back. She let out a cry of pain, her tiny hands balling into fists in the shackles. The second whip hurt even more. â??Okay, okay! Iâ??ll do what you say!â? She cried out. Not only did the whip hurt like hell, but with her back facing him and him standing directly behind her she had no idea when he was going to whip her, making it even worse. â??Stop, please!â?
 
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