Voltage

Fear stroke her body. Her brows knocked. At that moment, it was then she realized the room she was in. She was blinded by excitement that she didn't pay attention to the room they were in.

The room was clothed in red light. But that wasn't it. Her eyes bulged out seeing the materials in the room. The room was filled with all sort of sex tools. Chains of all kinds, belts of all sizes, handcuffs of all shapes and likes.

Just beside the room laid a big table which she didn't notice earlier. Electrical pleasurable toys of all sizes laid on it. Three blindfolds were neatly laid on it as well. Above her head were handcuffs dangling there. Belts of different use, shapes and sizes rested on the wall of the room. Dog belts were obvious as well. Three black feathers were fixed on the wall. Just at the arms of the bed were more chains on it.

The tools were much. She didn't think for a second that things like these were present in the room. Tools known and unknown to her. Is this why it is called the VOLTAGE.

Her heart pounded in her chest, having a mixed feeling of both excitement and fear. This was way beyond her expectations and imagination as well. It wouldn't just be fun, but also wild.

She bit her lip and stared at him sexily.

"Now I see why it's called the VOLTAGE." She softly spoke.

He smirked. Without saying a word to her, he walked over at the table.

"No lady who has walked in this room has ever walked out normal." His back faced her while he spoke.

He picked a sex toy and a handcuff from the table. He walked to the side of the room and unclog a dog belt and picked up a feather also. She stood there just admiring his physical appearance where ever he walked to.

He spoke walking towards the bed. "The VOLTAGE." He kept one tool after the other as he spoke. "A place of high screams and not moans. A place of fight, struggles, sex and not love." Keeping the last tool on the bed, he straightened and faced her. His eyes were fixed on hers. "A place where the punished, meets the punisher."

She chuckled to mask the uneasiness he made her feel.

"On your feet." He commanded.

She gulped down her saliva as she made her way up to her feet without cutting her eyes with his. He violently pushed her to the bed. She wimped a little and crawled backwards till her back hit the bed board. He dragged her by the leg and pulled her closer to him, causing her heart to palpitate in her chest. She tried to let out a small smile to paint the fear trying to surface from her body.

In a swift move, he handcuffed her hands with the chains on the bed board and turned her over. Her breasts now touched the bed. She began breathing from her mouth to calm her lungs. Leg chains were at the arms of the bed. He took one leg chain at the other to lock her legs.

"Arch."

Her hands and legs were chained. But she still managed to arch, with her butt facing the roof. She was surprised to see how the chains adjusted to the length she pushed her body. He climbed the bed and blindfolded her tightly.

At this point, her heart danced like a rough played rock and roll in her rib cage. She had no idea if she was excited or terrified.

He got down from the bed and picked up a belt which he unclogged from the wall. She chuckled in her throat.

"C'mmon boy. I'm all…"

A heavy wip slashed across her butt which caused her to groan in pain. Even though her eyes were blindfolded, she could feel tears dangling in her eyes at that instant. She fell to the side of the bed, concealing the pain she felt.

He brought out a small piece of cloth and walked to the bed again where she laid, groaning in pain.

"Arch." He ordered again, as though nothing had happened.

She swallowed in deep breaths from her mouth and made her way up to the ordered position.

He knelt behind her, with his little demon just underneath her hole. He pulled her hair tight and raised it up, till her body glued to his.

"You like that." He whispered in her ears.

Obviously not. She was still in unexplainable pain on her butt. Her breath was also unstable. However, she managed to nod with his hand still glued on her hair.

He slapped her left boobs.

"I said, do you like it." He spoke in an even more deeper voice.

Maybe not anymore. That slap on her breasts was just the key to send pleasures all through her body to her below.

She nodded her head.

He slapped her breasts again, causing her to moan in delight.

"You speak when I ask a question."

He grabbed her breast and squeezed it tight while massaging it also. She loved how he made her feel at the moment. Her earth underneath flooded wanting him only.

"You like it."

"Yes. Yes." She moaned it out, nodding her head.

"That's a good girl."

He removed his hand from her breast and used the black piece of cloth to tie her mouth. He pushed her head to the bed and he made her arch her butt.

He picked up the feather laying at his corner. Gently and softly, he traced her butt line with it. She moaned in her throat. She felt herself dripping down her thighs. Her back wiggled. She arched her back even deeper to the bed. That feeling instantly screeched to a pause when another wip slashed across her butt. That was unexpected. She groaned even louder and harder in her throat. Hot tears made its way down her cheeks through the blindfold.

Before letting her continue groaning in pain, he massaged her earth with the feather. He dug the feather in her hole, letting it slide through her flooded earth. She still felt that pain on her butt, but it was nothing compared to what he was doing. Her groans turned into soft moans of pleasure.

"Please…Please don't stop." She begged in her sealed mouth as he withdrew.

He stroke her with another wip of the belt. Every stroke equals to an even louder groan of pain. More tears dripped down her cheeks. She fell to her side on the bed. That moment, she regretted the whole thing. This whole thing.

"Arch." He commanded again with a non-merciless tone.

She cried, but still managed to arch. All she wanted was just to have some fun and not the opposite of it.

He kept the feather and the belt on the bed. He walked to the side of the bed and drew out a chain attached to the bed, at the corner of it. He used the chain to cross over her back and sealed it with another chain at the opposite while she remained on the arched position. It was tight on her. She knew she wouldn't be able to move with all these chains cemented on her body.

He picked up the feather. Very light, he traced her spine with it. The pain she felt earlier became oblivion. Her lungs were filled with moans.

He walked over to the side of the bed where he drew out a choke belt from the bed board and constrained her neck with it. At the current situation she was, she knew that her body was well and properly sealed, with no means of escape. This has surpassed her thoughts of being with him. Her thoughts of just taking him to heaven like how she does to every other guy. But he is taking her to his own world, hell. And it is indeed hell to her. Because she has never been in a situation like this. Or never thought of it.

She sucked in deep breaths as she prepared her mind for may come.

He walked behind her and picked up the feather which he laid on the bed and massaged her earth with it. She wiggled in pleasure.

"A place of high screams and not moans." He spoke and slashed her butt with the belt.

She cried in her throat. He traced her again with the feather.

"A place, of fight, struggles, sex and not love."

He slashed her again.

Tears streamed down her cheeks. The chains dangled on her body as if trying to let loose of them. This was a punishment. One minute, she'd feel like she is in heaven. The next will feel like her burning in hell.

He dug the feather in her hole again. She cried tears of pleasure and of pain. But this time, he massaged even longer. That pain vanished and all she felt was the soft feather sipping in body, in and out. Front and backwards. Her tears ceased. Her cries transformed to soft pleasurable moans that filled the room.

"A place where the punished… meets the punisher."

Another slash of the belt cut across her butt. A loud siren cry escaped her lung. More louder and more painful. She struggled to let loose of the chains. Streams of tears that was on cease fire resumed.

"I quit. I quit. I quit. Please…" She screamed in her throat.

He smirked. "But we are just about to begin Miss Ann."

She shook her head crying and shaking her head.

"You haven't even tasted all of me. And you want to cut this fun short. I haven't put me in you yet."

She shook her head. "I quit. Please, let me go. I don't want to do this anymore."

He looked at his little stuff, knowing that at this point, it was already kicking and harder than earlier. He sighed, shaking his head in disbelief. The fun was only just about to begun and she was going to leave him half way? He was chagrined at the current change of mind from her. Fuck!

He combed his sweaty hair with this hand, backwards.

"Okay. I'll let you go. But if there be a next time, no that it'll be a place of no return."

He picked up the towel and tied it around his waist. As he headed for the door, George opened it.

"You know what to do."

George nodded and he left.