After work she was greeted by lightning and
thunder. The heavens opened and rain
poured down. Vanna dashed to her car but
she was immediately soaked. As soon as
she arrived home she peeled off her
clothes and showered. While she
sipped her tea she thought, “I never would have guessed it. Storms are so unpredictable.”
The
following morning her work day was lighter.
There had been no parties so she began dusting and vacuuming. She went in and out of his study several
times wanting to see his reaction. He
was holding a coin again, rubbing it, talking to it, and then looking at her. His
gaze became more intense. Oddly her temperature rose as he watched. It disturbed her at first to discover she was
aroused and moist. She stayed out of
sight for awhile, afraid not for what he might do but afraid of what she might
do.
When she returned Reggie was still holding
the coin. His gloves were off and he was
rubbing the coin slowly. He looked up
and she was immediately mesmerized.
Reggie turned on some music. It
was primitive and unexciting at first but Vanna found herself listening
closely. It drew her in, her feet
sliding gracefully in time with the beat.
Reggie began rubbing the coin more
vigorously. The pace quickened yet she
danced on, not able to quit or falter. Her eyes closed and she was in a dream, her
dream, the one she had the previous night.
Now she danced solely for him, twisting, writhing, spinning.
He sat there smiling, waiting, and knowing. There was more to this dance and he continued
holding the coin, his very thoughts becoming her moves. He rubbed the coin once
more and wet his lips in anticipation. She looked at him blankly then smiled
and nodded. She began dancing slowly, suggestively, moving closer and closer to
him. With each spin she took off clothing until she stood bare and
glistening.
He rose and beckoned. She followed
obediently and was led into a nearby room.
He gave her a vial of liquid which she drank slowly. Circles of color bounced about the room and
her skin tingled with electricity. Her
dream was getting stranger by the minute. Now she was having an out of body
experience. Vanna could feel herself floating as Reggie led her down a long
flight of stairs. How could she protest
when she wasn’t even in her body?
They stopped before a massive door. He pulled it open and they entered a large
room lighted only by candles. “A
dungeon,” she thought. “Why are we here?
Aren’t dungeons for torture?”
She was led to a wooden structure. She was
told to put her hands and her head on the beam. Her life was not her own and
she still had no thought of resisting. A
wooden bar swung down, locking her neck and wrists in place.
Three men stepped out of the shadows. “What do you think, gentlemen?” he said
loudly. “What are you willing to pay for
this fine lady?” Reggie stood before her
holding a paddle. He circled behind
her and swatted her buttocks with a
resounding whack. Vanna howled with
pain.
Her senses were returning and she screamed a
protest. “Don’t do that! Let me go or
I’ll report you to the authorities!”
“See what I mean, gentlemen?” Reggie
purred. “Somebody will have to tame
her.” He hesitated and then said,
“Unless all three of you want to do the job.
Of course, that’ll be extra. Divide the cost between you. Pay for two, get one free.” Reggie chuckled
at his own sales pitch.
The three men looked at each other and
nodded. “Of course,” Reggie said,
“payment comes first and the lady must remain alive. Other than that, she’s all yours.”
Vanna struggled at first as she dealt with
one humiliation after another. Each time
she protested other devices were added that stretched, pulled, or penetrated. In this dungeon there was no mercy. The three
men were devious in their methods. For awhile she protested and threatened as
she endured the atrocities. Then she realized it was pointless to complain or
object. Those tactics worked against her.
At
some point she began aiding her tormentors because they treated her better when
she was compliant. She progressed from one stage to another. Gradually she learned
to beg for pain, beg for new experiences, beg to be degraded. When they stopped
torturing her she rested and waited, thinking she might be released or that she
could find a way to escape.
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