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Betrayed (Loneiysong x Fetwick)

Fetwick

Fetwick

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Feb 21, 2013
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Midwest
"Going once, going twice, sold." were the words that echoed in Edgar's head, his protests muffled by the ballgag. Out of all the people he could have been sold to, it had to be her. She supposedly never kept slaves for very long. Rumor had it that most of her captives could not survive the tortures inflicted upon them. Edgar was known for being one of the more sadistic masters, and now ironically, he was in the hands of one the most secretive mistresses. He couldn't fathom the horrors that awaited him. For the first time in his life, Edgar wasn't in control.

He had started this slavery ring back in 2010, picking up random joggers and drifters. The people missing on the milk cartons were the ones who wound up in this dingy basement underneath a historic Chicago museum. Yesterday, a mutiny happened. Overpowered by his comrades, Edgar was bound and put on display tonight as the ultimate trophy.

He wriggled and squirmed under the chains binding his muscular bare chest. His wrists were bound in shackles behind him as the auctioneer pulled his short black hair back, for all to see his blue frightened eyes. They had the dignity to leave his pants and shoes on, as most slaves were presented naked. But Edgar was no ordinary prey, he had a room full of angry colleagues.

"Mmmph!" he tried to shout, his new mistress approaching him.
 
No one in this place recognized her as the superhero, The Shadow. Only as one of the most sadistic dominatrixes. She sat at the back of the club holding a glass of wine. She had been searching for Edgar, and her price for him had been extremely high to say the least. The men that helped supply her with the men she wanted were only too happy to oblige. She had a particular taste. The men who were masochistic and had a certain idea of what women should be. She liked to think she was running a villain rehabilitation center. But the men she took only wanted to be evil, so, they died evil.

When he was rolled out, she smiled as they had deigned to let him keep his pants and shoes. Looking at him, she paid top dollar for him. Finishing her champagne, she slowly stood up. She was dressed every bit the wealthy woman. She grinned a grin to him. Her beautiful Armani suit that was a skirt suit fit her like a dream. Her black dominatrix boots strapped up her legs to her knees and disappeared under the dark blood red of her suit. Her white blouse made her look professional and deadly. The shadows finally relinquished their embrace on her and she stood there before him.

Her long brown hair falling around her shoulders, her blue eyes watching him and she grinned. She stood at 5'8. Was a beautiful curvy woman. She looked like a goddess of vengance. Her red lips curled into a smile and she ran a perfect french manicured nail down his cheek.

"Ohh...don't be afraid Edgar, I have been looking for you for a very long time." She purred softly looking at him through half hooded look. "You see, I put a high price on your head, and your scum of a gang turned you in. I guess what they say is true, no honor amongst thieves..." She gripped his hair and pulled his head back and grinned "You will wear my collar and die with it on. Judging how soon that is depends entirely on you." Elena turned and motioned to the man.

"Have him tied tightly and put into my trunk. I will be taking him home." Her heels clacked softly and almost threateningly away. Her brown hair falling around her shoulders and down her back like a dream.

Elena Michaels was a woman who was called a Pheonix. She rose from teh ashes of a terrible history. She was sold into slavery at a young age. Unable to take her masters constant nagging and belittling him, he was foudn dead. His cock chopped off and shoved down his throat and tossed into an ocean to bleed out. Elena became a face of the city. Promising a reduction on crime, prostitution, slave rings. She was teh idea femminist. Women loved her, men loved her, and villains got her what she wanted. She moved tot he back of her black Lincoln and waited for the man to be loaded into her trunk. Her chauffer waited watching the rearview mirror with interest.
 
Edgar grimaced slightly as her fingernail dug into his skin and left a slight scratch. He stared at her cold blue eyes with seething rage with a tinge of fear. As Elena pulled Edgar's hair back, he choked as one of the auctioneers forcefully banded her collar around his neck, it's tight leather grip squeezing his flesh as it buckled into the last notch. He protested and violently tried to shake loose as she gave the notion to have him bound further and placed into her trunk. They took a leather strap and cinched it right above his knees to prevent him from kicking his captors away. They then quickly bound his ankles, constricting them with another belt.

"MMPH! I'LWW GWET YWOU!" he screamed through the gag as Elena strolled past, the clacking of her boots echoing up the stairs.

They dragged him up soon after as he bucked and struggled to break free. His curses came out as moans as they tossed him into her trunk like a corpse. Darkness loomed over him with a thud of a trunk door closing. It didn't stop Edgar from trying to kick the door open, but the results were useless. A sense of impending doom came over him as he felt the car begin to move.
 
Elena smiled in satisfaction, seeing that little seed of terror in his eyes. Soon it would grow into a full grown tree of terror. Bearing the fruit of unconditional love for her. If he lived that long. She sighed and leaned her head back. When the man was loaded, her chauffer, Bromley, drove to the house. She smiled adn looked up and then as they pulled into a large mansion, several large servants opened her door and she gave the instructions.

"See that he gets taken down into the dungeon and strapped to the ceiling grid." She smiled and kissed the cheek of one of the big mountainous men. She walked inside and quickly ran upstairs to change. She couldn't help but smile widely thinking of him. She knew that he woudl be different. He had to be. He had so much promise.

The house would be large. But Edgar wouldn't see it as one of the men put a leather hood over his face plunging him into darkness. Lacing it tight, he was dragged down to a large dungeon. There he was dragged to the center of the room and strapped so he was dangling by his wrists. His feet wouldn't be able to touch the ground. He wouldn't be able to see anything.

Soon he could hear heels clicking down stairs and a presence stop before him. She smiled taking him in.
 
A bright aura rushed in front of his eyes, they caught a glimpse of his future dungeon. It was a nice mansion, but not as eloquent as his. He seen his captor rush off towards the building as she left him with her goons. As he cursed her, a leather hood was forced over his head and laced tightly. The mask hugged the figured of his face and gag, making it hard to breath, as Edgar started to panic. They drug him from under his armpits, as he tried to slow their pace by dragging his heels in the ground.

It became harder to breath when they arrived at their destination. The air was even thinner as Edgar gasped for air through his mask. The chains and shackles were removed from his chest but his wrists were dug into with leather straps from ceiling. He was starting to become lightheaded as his feet were lifted from the ground as is he were apart of some hanging crucifix.

"MMMMPH!" he shouted in a last ditch effort, the familiar clacking of domination closing forward.
 
"Ohh no, poor darling. Having trouble breathing?" She noticed all teh signs of his body becoming devoid of oxygen. She walked around and grabbed a large, thick, polished, oak handle and patted it against her hand and grinned. "You know, I wonder how those girls felt as you strangled them."

As she finished the sentance she let the paddle fly and connected with his breast landing on his nipple.

"As you forced them to suck your cock." She hit his other nipple pleasantly suprised to see the red of his other nipple starting to rise.

"Selling them off." She hit his cock through his jeans.

"Making them have sex with other men." She spanked his ass and grinned.

"But, I am more of a monster than my people think I am. Let alone you, Edgar. Although, I imagine I have changed significantly from the girl that you sold off into slavery." She grinned and looked at him and chuckled. "I imagine that I have changed quite a bit don't you think? I bet you would like to breath right now."
 
As Elena dangled and fought for air, began to speak to him as she juxtaposed his victim's struggle to his own. As Edgar struggled to stay conscious a stinging whack came crashing onto his chest. The mere surprise of it's loud crack tricked him into thinking a bone had chipped in his chest.

"MMMMPH!" he wailed from the pain starting to swell on his right side. Edgar knew evil, and he could tell this wasn't even going to scratch the surface. There are two types of torturers. Those who do it for fun, and those who do it for revenge. Based on the starting of a rant, Edgar had somehow wronged this woman.

"UFFF!" he let out as a second thwap stuck his chest. Oak is a sturdy material, but Edgar was a tough man. He could take beatings, but no one can survive without air for very long. And then there it was, Elena revealed that he had used her like the others. But he couldn't for the life of him remember when, he had been running this business for ten years. For her it was traumatizing experience, for him, it was Tuesday.

"MMM! MM!" he violently shook his head up and down as she asked if he wanted air. Stars started to form in his eyes.
 
With a grin, she saw him basically beg for his life. Reaching out, she grabbed teh hood in teh front of his face and jerked it off and then looked at him and tossed it to the side. They alone were bathed in a white light. Putting her hands on her hips, she canted her head adn grinned.

She was dressed in a black latex cat suit. One that pressed her breasts up and one that left very little to the imagination. She grinned and ran her tongue along the paddle and looked up at him.

"Hello again, you slut, tell me." She raised the paddle under his chin and grinned. "You love watching little girls squirm and plead for their life. What is it about that that turns you on? I personally find myself loving the way a man gets so hard. I even have ahd a few men ejaculate. Granted I was tasing the shit out of their testicles, but they always seem to go with a smile on their face. Perhaps they view it as a form of." SMack with the paddle to his right knee. "Justice?"

He could see in her eyes that she had donned the role of dominatrix and it became a part of who she was. She loved ot see men in pain. Watch them writhe and twist in agony. It was beautiful for her.
 
As Edgar wrestled for the last pockets of air he could find, Elena finally released him from his hooded prison. He gasped harshly, beads of sweat trickling from his forehead. He couldn't tell if they were from the struggle or his fear of crossing over, but it was certain, the dominatrix wasn't going to let him just perish under such circumstances. His eyes squinted from the brightness as he adjusted to the lighting. When he was finally able to see again, he looked up and down her latex attire. His cock fluttered once as it tugged slightly against the leather pants he had been adorned with by his captors. But remembering she was his enemy dampened his temporary lapse of attraction. Besides, it was probably just the blood rushing back to his body now that he could breath oxygen again.

He raised an eyebrow when she licked the paddle before placing it under his chin. As he tried to turn away from the tool, he sighed as he twisted, feeling the earlier whacks on his chest. He didn't know how to respond to her questions when he had a ballgag pressed tightly against his tongue, so he rolled his eyes and let her prattle on. He had given similar speeches to some of his victims, but now Edgar was beginning to learn that karma was indeed a bitch.

"Justice?" Elena said with a certain sadistic glee in her tone.

"MMMMMPHHHH!" Edgar wailed as the paddle came crashing into his knee. With the straps tied around his thighs and ankles he couldn't even bend them to lessen the pain with recoil. His hands balled into fists and shook in agony as Elena looked on with a vicious grin.
 
Elena threw her head back and squealed a very deep but somehow sexy laugh. Her breasts jiggled and swayed as she shut her eyes. She shook her head and then smiled and kissed his nose. "So adorable." She pulled back to hit his other knee but feined discovery of his now hardening cock. Looking up at him with her jaw dropped and then down to him.

"Ohh look who decided to put in his two cents. Hello little one." She smiled and looked down at his cock as it became engorged. She put the padle behind her back and grinned widely. She stroked her thumb up and down that rigid cock. She smiled adn looked up at him and grinned and grabbed his cock full and hard in her talons. Squeezing. She looked at him and canted her head.

"Ohh you love that don't you. If you don't like it. Go ahead and ask me to stop. Sweetly say 'please beautiful goddes, please stop'." She teased knowing he had a ball gag. It was just too much fun. SHe squeezed harder and harder and even began to twist his nuts giggling and smiled. "Ohh you love it. I bet your close to jizzing." She bit her lip and grinned winking to him.
 
The pain sharpened in his knee as he tried to distract himself by twitching and jerking. The tight leather of his pants started to once again massage his penis, combined with Elena's sultry laugh, it found itself beginning to extend. The final straw which made Edgar fully erect was when she came in close to kiss his nose. The traction of her latex catsuit rubbing against his skintight leather pants triggered something primal in him, which Elena caught. He bit hard into the gag trying to repress his sexual desires as she took hold of his member violently through his pants. The scrunching of his leather pants became more audible as Elena stroked and twisted harder.

"Plwwr stwop." he tried to beckon through muffled cries. Although the pants acted like a second skin, Elena's skill with handling a cock was impressive enough to not even need a full grasp of his shaft. He started to violently shake his head no as he felt an orgasm coming. The biting of her lower lip wasn't helping him fight he sexual urges as he dangled from the ceiling.

"STWOP! MMMM! STWP!" he protested one last time holding on as long as he could.
 
Elena gasped almost feeling his pain as something of pleasure for her. She rocked her hips forward as she continued to twist and grip his penis harr and harder. She moaned to him rolling her eyes. She looked at him and canted her head. His pleas and cries did something dark and erotic to her. She canted her head and smiled and nodded. She pulled her hand away and looked at him.

"Alright. I will stop." She smiled wider. Something was up her sleeve.

In that second after she said she would stop. WHACK! Her paddle flew right into the tent of his pants. Making a connection with his stiff cock and she continued to beat him there until he was not hard at all and she looked at him and grinned wider.

"There I stopped it."
 
Elena started to look him over like a vulture circling a piece of dead meat. Edgar's pain brought her amusement, amusement only a person with as sick and sadistic as a nature that torturers like them shared. Her hands started to torque Edgar to near orgasm, her tight grasp mixed with the tug of leather was a hard combo to deny it's pleasures. If it wasn't for the pain of her vice grip against Edgar's testicles, he might have finished already. The piercing ache that she managed to twist out of his scrotum and his willpower weren't holding much longer. A wicked smile suddenly crossed Elena's evil lips.

"MMMMPH! MMMPH! MMMMMM!" Edgar tried to call, as the edge of the paddle collided with his genitals. His body convulsed with pure terror and agony as she once again made contact with his erect penis. Biting into his gag wasn't enough to cause relief, and screaming didn't help either.

After a few more gut wrenching swipes, his member went flaccid, as Edgar hung his head in pain. His whole body had become sore at this point. Lack of circulation was starting to numb his arms, while his torso recoiled with every twitch or movement of his body. His knees felt like fire locked in place by the leather straps binding his legs, but worst of all, his nethers felt mangled and used. The one thing still in tact was Edgar's hatred for Elena. He now knew the rumors had been true, and the worst was yet to come.

"Fwuck ywou, bwitch." he tried to threaten after catching a breather.
 
She smiled. She wondered if she could bring him around to being her little pet Masochist. She continued to whack her paddle into his balls and testicles. She smiled as his hard on went away. She dropped the paddle and panted and grinned watching him and reached out and stroekd her hands through his hair.

"Ohh Edgar, I am helping you. I am helping you atone for your sins. You love it. Don't pretend that you don't. You dream of being lead around on a leash like the dog you are. I am your mistress, and you will come to love and adore me. I will be your sun by which your world will revolve. "Now...I want you to be a good boy. My goons will come in and make sure that you are comfortable and tucked in. And I will come down to put in your IV and read you a bedtime story." She grinned and then turned and walked away.

As she left, her goons came and unwrapped his legs from the leather binding and uncuffed him. One kept their vice grip on him. When he was down, they laid him down on a bed with no sheets and strapped him down spread eagled so he was strapped down to the bed. Only this time he was naked.
 
Edgar's body could finally move again, at least momentarily. It felt good to bend his legs again. He would have fought and struggled, but his knees were too weak to hold himself up. He was stripped and then thrown onto a bare bed where he was restrained with the leather cuffs attached to the four corners of the cot. Elena's cronies left the room, leaving Edgar with his thoughts. He examined his body, seeing the damage done. His chest was still tender but not too red. His knees however were purple and bruised. As much as it hurt to even adjust his body, the genitals were still seething with the most agony. He grunted through the gag as he tried to manually move his penis. Edgar sighed in relief when he could tell that it still worked.

His jaw started to lock from the gag that had been lodged in it. Edgar hadn't been able to speak clearly for almost two hours now. The rubber taste of the red sphere wasn't delightful either. As he lay spread eagle, Edgar started to notice his surroundings. There was a wall full of shelves, which held different sexual toys, torture devices, and bindings. The bed and ceiling cuffs also weren't her only stationary playthings. There was an assortment of dangerous furnishings including, a St. Andrew's Cross, a Spanking Horse, and even some sort of chair with bindings.

"Damnit. She's as rich as she is sadistic." Edgar thought as he tried to wriggle out of one his wrist cuffs.
 
She smiled. "Alright, alright I am coming." She smiled and she came back down. She was carrying a goblet of wine and she looked at him. "I knew you would want me back." She chuckled and moved to a closet and hummed as she brought out an IV stand. She began to sing softly in Latin as she grabbed an IV bag. She obviously meant to keep him sustained through IV for now. She smiled adn moved to look at his arm pressing her thumb along it. When she found a vein, she slipped the needle in painlessly and taped it over and then looked at him with a smile. She was treating him like a pet.

She sighed and sat down on the bed after she set up the IV. Looking at his cock, she looked at him and smiled. "Your cock must hurt. Doesn't it." She ran her nail up and down the bared flesh, she looked at him canting her head. "Would you like some ice to sit on it?" She stroked his leg and then grinned. She smiled and then got up and moved to a small fridge and brought out a bag of ice and then opened the plastic bag and then began to suck on the ice and let it roll between her exposed breast.

"You are my little dog, aren't you? Say it. Puppy wants mistress to ice his hurting cock." She grinned and looked at him stepping forward and canting her head to the side.
 
Elena had him at a disadvantage. Edgar didn't want to think about what drugs she may or may not have put in that bag. He would focus on the matter at hand, and try to think of an escape plan. He looked away when she placed the needle in his arm. His gaze naturally averted to her chest. She had unzipped her catsuit just enough to reveal her breasts. The quick scandalous thought he had, made him regret the result as felt the familiar sting of his cock as it fluttered. Her nail scratching it's frail surface wasn't helping either.

As she stroked his leg, he shut his eyes tightly in preparation to calm himself down as he tried to distract his mind. At this point she was toying with him, but offering him some mercy before the next round of torture. It beat the alternative of more pain added to his flesh than need be. He'd play her little game... for now.

"Puhpy wan msitress to ihm hhss hwurtwing cwock."
 
She grinned and walked over with the ice pack. Sitting back down, she gently put the ice bag over his abused testicles and grinned softly. "I don't want my puppy to hurt." She purred and then stroked his face and then leaned back and pulled out a large book that looked like a photo album.

"Now, its time for a story and then its time for bed. You have a long day ahead of you." She smiled wider and then opened the photoalbum to the first page and grinned. "Ohh this one is my favorite. This is the story of Adam the snake. YOu knew Adam the snake didn't you pet!"

She giggled and Elena looked at the pictures. "Well, lets see. Once there was this snake called Adam. He lived in a world that taught him that drugs and stealing were ok. He even stole from little old ladies, but that wasn't good enough for Adam the snake. He beat the old ladies and left them for dead. Adam quickly grew bored of old ladies, do you know what happened next, puppy?" SHe showed a mug shot of Adam and a police camera of him beating up old ladies.
 
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