The Reluctant Master

All there was left was pure outrage, she had pushed and pushed and out of love he had tried to give the best he could. But she had gone too far, way too far; the rage and injustice colored his vision and made it hard to see. It was all just too much.

She for her credit gave a smile and tried to smooth things over.
“Hey, OK sure perhaps I pushed it a bit, but lesson learned right? I mean it’s all no big deal.” She said, even with the blood dripping down his fingers.

“No……. no……. it hasn’t even begun to be taught.”
He moved, fast, she couldn’t even have time to bring up her hands to try to stop him. Ryan gripped her hair by the roots and lifted Alicia to her feet. She tried clawing his hand loose but he was beyond feeling that. She however felt the impact of being shoved against the wall; Ryan swung her around like a flail, while Alicia literally threw herself into wall after wall to prevent her hair being ripped out.

It left her dazed, the shock bruised her arms and left her stomach upset, but then he started dragging. Like a caveman pulling his woman by the hair, he lead her out into the garage. His dad worked on engines in his spare time, so had a pulley and chain hooked into the ceiling in order to lift the heavy blocks over the ground. Ryan moved her there and then let go.

The second he did she tried to run, but all she did was run right into his knee and he drove it into her stomach. She doubled over as all the breath was taken out of her, the vision blurred and she could barely stand. Before Alicia could regain herself she could feel her hands being tied together with thick rope, sadly the skills she had taught him had been honed with frequent practice.

Alicia kicked him in the shin, but it didn’t even faze him, he just jerked her by the rope and wove the chain from the pulley into his weave. She couldn’t stop Ryan, she even tried to kick his nuts but all to no avail, he seemed beyond pain. In the end it was the product of her desires, to see him able to do to her what nobody had managed to do to her before. She had created a monster, exactly what she wanted, and Alicia was afraid.

Ryan hoisted the chain, and locked it in place with her feet just barely touching the ground. She could feel the ropes already biting into her hands; then her shirt slackened, he had made a cut into the collar.

“That’s my shirt, you just ruined my shirt you...” she was cut off as he ripped at that cut, tearing the shirt in two. She could feel a cold blade against her back, then her bra was cut and feel to the ground. Alicia was torn between outrage and fear, but before she could think clearly enough to say anything her belt was being taken off and her pants being pulled down to her ankles.

The panties came with it all, and there she was naked, hanging from the ceiling, fearing what would come next. Ryan had her belt, and took out a large pair of scissors. The belt was leather, and somewhat wide; at the end Ryan cut a fourth of it into long strips, effectively ruining it. Alicia nearly screamed at him, but realized he had turned her belt into a stripped whip.

“This is too much, I was only having a little fun and you took it way out of proportion, listen I…” The whip came across her back, fast without hesitation. Before she could finish crying out it came again. He hit with all the speed possible, not letting up in the least. She nearly bit into her lip from the pain and force, feeling her screaming back finally starting to numb.

Then it stopped, well at least she thought it stopped, but she was sure when he lifted her up higher when she couldn’t touch the ground at all. It felt like her hands were going to be pulled off, at first she tried kicking her legs out, but that just made it worse.

The whip came across her breast, and it seemed the scream could be heard over half the neighborhood. The wail eventually turned into a choking sound, then it came across her other breast. She didn’t have the breath to scream again, but it wasn’t from a lack of trying. More of a choking sound gurgled out, but then the whip came across her abdomen. Alicia had to alternate between screaming and breathing in, and she could see the red skin and welts come up all over.

She could only guess what her back looked like, and Alicia barely choked out a plea to stop. Then suddenly it did, her skin burned like nothing else and she had no voice left, but it did actually stop. The chain was released and she collapsed onto the cold cement, there was no way she could stand, let alone run away. Ryan picked her up like a sack, and the welts screamed where he hoisted her up, and carried her back into the living room.

He let her drop onto the carpet, but she was all out of screaming, all out of everything, her mind and body had turned numb. She could see in his eyes, they were unchanged, filled with cold and rage, her hopes that it was done were gone. He stripped to be as naked as she was, and Alicia understood. His penis was already hard, and without any preparation he leapt right on top of her.

She tried to push, but her efforts were weak, and she couldn’t find the voice to protest. Ryan moved his hips in position and pushed it in, he forced it but not with much difficulty, then got to work. At first it hurt, but like a ram he forced his way in, and there was no gentleness, no lovemaking. It was straight, pure fucking; he pounded her fast and hard into the ground.

He gripped her body as he came up and down, the sheer force pushing out what little air she managed to breathe in. Ryan panted and grunted right in her ear, moving like an animal, focused on mating and nothing else. Everything fell limp and she gave up, surrendered and let him have her, every last inch. Her eyes went blank and she looked like a doll, as he climaxed and came right inside her.

His head was pounding, as he lifted himself up, cold and naked off the floor. He looked over and saw Alicia still laying as he left her, naked, bruised and covered in various fluids. Then he remembered everything, it all came back in a rush, as he ran to the bathroom and vomited. Cold, stark terror filled his heart, what in the world had he done? How could he do such a thing? What prison were they going to send him too?

Ryan walked back and sat down next to her, staring out into space, not knowing what to do.
“Hey,” Alicia choked out, “you better clean everything up before your parents get home.”
He just turned and stared, unable to say anything. Then she laughed, it was hoarse and choked but she actually laughed.
“Today I was beat and fucked by a monster, a real monster. One I created, I wonder if that’s a kind of incest.” She said.
Alicia laughed at her own joke, and Ryan stared at the horror and absurdity of the whole thing. He wanted to pass out, to enter the sweet embrace of unconsciousness; reality was just far too much, too fucking much. He nearly dry heaved again.
“Now now,” she said, “if you feel bad then you should pay for it, yes give penance for your sins, that would be the right thing to do.”
Alicia smiled, and Ryan was afraid.


“Nononono,” Ryan said, “I’m not gay, that doesn’t go there, THAT DOESN’T GO THERE!”