*Trigger Warnings* Sexual, Emotional, Mental, and Physical Abuse. Descriptive detail of intense sex and BDSM. Forced sexual acts that constitute as rape.

*Other Tags* Fluff, BDSM, Sex, Hurt-then-Comfort, HEA, Dom/Sub lifestyle, Lemons.

I got the idea for the story randomly one night, so of course, I decided to write about it! I hope you all enjoy, though, I'm sure a few will find this offensive and think I'm crazy.

Constructive criticism always welcomed and I'm grateful for it, but, I will not accept flames that are just ignorant and mean. Please review and let me know how you like this little story of mine. 2,000 word+ chapters! Enjoy!


Chapter One – Once Burned, Never Again

Whoosh-CRACK!

"Ahh!" I screamed against the ball gag in my mouth. Pain radiated and burned as the bull whip connected with my back.

"Five more my little slave," my master sneered above me.

Through blurry eyes, I could see his red-haired girlfriend sitting on the chair a few feet away. Her expression one of superiority as she watched him whip me. I cast my eyes back downward as to not trigger her.

After the fifth whip crack down across my back, my body physically gave out. My limbs hang slack in the restraints they were tied in.

I vaguely heard the whip fall to the ground, then, felt my master untying me from the tight ropes. I fought the urge to rub the raw skin from where my wrists and ankles were tied. I knew if I showed the slightest bit of soothing myself, I'd receive worse than the bullwhip.

"Now, what do you say?" My master asked me when he wrenched my hair up.

"T-thank you master," My voice was cracked.

"Good girl," he said, his fingers slightly relaxing the tight hold they had on my hair, "Go make it up to Victoria."

I crawled to her, keeping my head down as I made my way to her. I stopped when I came face to face with her leather black boots. I sat back on my heels, waiting for her command.

"Look up at me," she barked harshly.

My watery brown eyes met her sharp blue ones. There was a hint of pleasure in her eyes; she loved seeing me humiliated. Her eyebrow raised expectantly.

"Y-you are better than me in e-every way. You're p-prettier, smarter, a-and sexier than I-I will ever be…" I said, knowing the rehearsed line she wanted to hear.

She chuckled darkly, "That's right. I am better than you in every single way."

"Y-yes you are."

She opened her legs slightly, signifying what she wanted me to ask.

"M-may I please pleasure your beautiful p-pussy?" I asked, feeling a wave a nausea but quickly forcing it back down. I wasn't gay or even bi, I didn't have a problem with anyone who was, but, it just wasn't my lifestyle. Of course, I was met with punishment the first time I voiced my preference and it was my fault.

She snickered, "Since you asked so nicely, of course you can."

She opened her legs wider, revealing her bare pussy. I had become all too acquainted with her vagina as my face has been forced into it so many times.

I didn't hesitate, immediately I started licking and suck in the way she liked. I worked quickly, hoping she'd cum so I can be done. 'Course, I wouldn't be done, but, at least I could be done with Victoria.

I knew she had cum when her sharp nails dug into the back of my head and she pressed my face harder against her. She held me there for a few moments as she came down from her high. She let me pull away, my face glistening from her.

I knew better than to wipe it away; they liked to see me like this. I felt master come up behind me, his cock pressing against my back.

He grabbed my shoulder and pushed me forward, pressing my face and upper body against the cold hardwood. He started rubbing his dick against my pussy, just wetting it enough so he could slide in.

I bit my lip, trying to relax my inner muscles so his intruding cock didn't hurt worse. He hissed in pleasure and pinched my thigh. I raised my hips higher, allowing him deeper access into my pussy.

His thrust started at a hard pace, his hips slapping against me. More tears welled up in my eyes; he was always so rough, my vagina felt like it was ripping when he first started. But, hopefully, he'd start rubbing my almost always forgotten clit.

Pleasure was his. Pleasure was his. I kept reminding myself, this was the lifestyle I wanted to try, and the pleasure is his. I just thought it would have been different, more like the erotica books I read.

I guess in wouldn't get any pleasure, he quickly shot his load into me.

"Thank you master," I said like I was supposed to when he came.

He stroked the top of my head; a rare show of emotion.

"Good girl. You can be good when you want to be," He said as he stood, "I think you deserve a little reward."

I fought the urge to gulp loudly, rewards could mean anything… it was usually something I didn't like.

He lifted me up, which was an easy thing to do considered how small I was. He sat me on the cradle, a device I hated with a deep passion. It hurt, there was no reward in it.

Master tied scratchy rope around my torso and tied my arms back. Then he tied the rope to the suspending chain. There was no way I was moving. Once my arms were secure, he tied my legs, making sure they were somewhat scrunched, so my legs would for sure cramp up.

He smiled at his handy work, squeezed my breast hard then snapped the nipple clamp onto my nipples. I gasped, jumping at the pain. The clamps were tight around my aching nipples, for sure to leave bruises.

"What? Do you not like your little reward? Would you like the box instead?" He asked.

My eyes widened, "N-no master! I-I love m-my reward…"

He nodded, "Good. You don't realize how lucky you are to have such a good master. I take good care of you, don't I?"

"Yes master."

He chuckled, "Open." I opened my mouth widely, so he could slide the cock ball-gag into my mouth. I coughed and choked on it as it slid down my throat. More tears sprung up into my eyes as I wheezed on the gag.

He took a step back to admire his work. I could see the tent in his pants. Victoria walked up behind him, her heels clicking on the floor. Her hands roamed his body before stopping at his cock.

"Looks good, babe," she said, kissing the side of his neck.

"It does," He smiled before turning to her, "I know something else that looks pretty damn good too." He kissed her deeply.

They walked out of the room, probably going to go have sex. Master turned off the light, leaving me in the dark and in excruciating pain. I felt like my vagina was being ripped. I knew this used to be a torture device for women, but, it was now utilized as a pleasure one.

I haven't found the pleasure though, I didn't say anything to either of them. Last time I had said something, they became very offended. I felt awful after I had said that, and of course, the punishments I received after that were harder.

I tried not to move my body, the pain radiated through me. I didn't know how long I'd be here. It could be an hour, or it could be several.

Only five weeks left….

Nine Months Later

"No, Alice." I said for the millionth time.

"Bella, pretty please! It's my first time going, and I want you beside me!" she said.

"Alice, I'm just not comfortable going." I didn't look up at her, instead I stared down at my book.

She grabbed my hands, forcing me to look up at her, "Bella, please. You're my best friend and we're supposed to experience things together. I want to go, and I need you there beside me. I bought you an outfit and everything."

We stared at each other for a long while. I wanted to say no, spit and snarl until she never asked me again. But, I also owe a lot to Alice. She's letting me stay in her apartment spare room, rent free. And never once has she told me that I had a time limit for being here. She also bought me new stuff, clothes, furniture, everything I needed when I had nothing.

I did owe her, and even though she wasn't bringing it up, I knew I owed her.

I sighed heavily, "Fine, Alice."

She squealed happily, "Yay! Okay, let's go get ready!"

She grabbed my hand and pulled me off the couch. We fast walked into her salon styled bathroom.

"You take a shower, I'm going to fix my hair." She sat in her salon chair and started fixing her hair.

I took my clothes off and stepped into the shower, careful not to reveal too much of my body to her. Or else she'd ask questions and I can't bring myself to take about those three dark months.

"It's going to be so much fun Bella," She said as I showered.

I didn't answer. Little did she know, I already knew what it was going to be like. I had been in a club like this once before. Only one time, before I was thrown into an instable world that I couldn't get out of.

I really didn't want to go, it brought back horrible memories that I had worked hard to repress. I was doing this for Alice. She was my best friend and I owed her so much more than this, she helped me in my biggest time of need.

I wrapped myself in the robe before I stepped out of the shower. She had finished her hair and makeup. Looking just as stunning as ever. She was so pretty, she always has been.

"Okay, sit, sit!" She said.

I waited patiently as she blew my hair dry and brushed the knots out. When my hair was finally dry, thirty minutes later, she pulled half my hair up in a high ponytail, making the brown tresses look thicker.

The she curled each individual piece. If I had let it air dry, it would've curled naturally. She nodded in approval then moved around the counter to the makeup. She did just the barest amount.

"You're so pretty, you don't even need makeup." She said.

I snorted in response, "Yeah, okay, not nearly as pretty as you."

"It's not a competition Bella. And you are really pretty. I don't know why you won't take the darn compliments." She chuckled.

I blushed and uttered a small apology. I didn't mean to be so dismissive of any sort of compliment, but, it was hardwired into me to not really take compliments.

She finished with me and nodded at her handy work.

"You look beautiful and you're going to be looking smoking when you put the outfit on I bought for you. Go put it on, I called an Uber. It should be here in like twenty minutes."

I nodded and walked into my bedroom. She had left the outfit on my bed. It was a tight long sleeved black dress with a deep V shape neckline. It was short too, showing off my legs. There was a pair of black stockings to go under it.

She had also left a red matching bra and panty set. It was lace, the bra pushed up my breasts and squished them together in the V neck. The panties were boy shorts, tight on my rear. The lace felt a little uncomfortable.

I pulled the dark pantyhose up my legs then placed the black kitten heels on. They weren't high, I was grateful for that. I had horrible balance, so, these were perfect.

Alice walked into my bedroom; she was wearing a leather red tube dress and a pair of fishnet stockings with high black boots. The boots made me shudder, reminding me of… well, I can't say her name.

"You look so damn hot!" Alice gushed, grabbed my hand and spinning around.

"T-thank you. You look beautiful too."

She smiled, "Thank you. Now, let's go take a couple shots before we leave!"


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