Tightly Bound

The master sat upon a large leather chair, its intricate design was synonymous with that of the Victorian era, it's intricate design and large backing beautifully crafted. It was an original and would no doubt be priceless. But the master did not care for it, his mind was brooding over the events that had occurred over the past 24 hours. Previously he had never answered back to his father, his master. Throughout his childhood he had been larger than the other children, dominating them with his large bulk and strength, he feared little and it was with that that his reputation grew. But there was only one person whom he feared, and that was his father. The master closed his eyes as his mind filled with images of his fathers leering face, overpowering him with his almost inhuman strength as he beat him senselessly. Like a misbehaved animal time and time again. The master still remembered on many occasions the aftermath as he curled up on the floor of his room, naked on the unforgiving concrete shivering, bruised and beaten chained to the bed by means of a chain and collar. It was his father who had introduced him to the world of BDSM.

Opening his eye's to the world of pain and pleasure. He had taken to it with vigour, wanting nothing more than to please his father. As he relived his past through his slave's torture, opening up their eyes to the countless pleasures at his hand. He felt immensely powerful as he held their life in the palm of his hand, it was like he was god. But he still feared his father, even though he was in the prime of his life whereas his father was reaching retirement age. Taking up priesthood to atone for all of the sins he had accumulated, the master often wondered if he believed in half the things he preached. He felt nothing for his slaves pain that he inflicted upon them, he was devoid of all emotion except loathing and disgust. But Elizabeth had opened up his eyes, how he had loved her. She had reintroduced him to emotions that had laid dormant for the majority of his life, and although she was his slave he treated her with a certain reverence that he had never treated anyone before her. Her clear deplorable blue eyes and long brown hair, and her smile such an exquisite creation. He had often talked about her, even to his father. He was young and rash back then, he was in love. He closed his eyes as past memories flooded to him.

*FLASHBACK*

Elizabeth stood waiting in the bedroom as the master had ordered her too. She was eager to please the master as she waited naked next to the bed, with his towel in hand. The master exited the shower naked, water rolled off his nearly hairless body. Elizabeth stood entranced as the master strolled towards her. She could feel herself flush as she looked at his naked form, every part of her body was aching to reach forward, to touch him but she resisted, knowing that doing so would be folly. Her master had taught her well. The master looked at her and smiled as he took the towel from her hands drying himself off and dressing himself in front of her. Elizabeth looked at the master, he seemed to be in a hurry and slightly agitated. Worry began to plague her thoughts but she thought better of it.

"Get onto the bed" the master said softly, his voice trembling slightly.
Elizabeth jumped onto the bed in a hurry, she was eager to please the master in any way she could, I wonder what he is going to teach me today? She thought to herself quietly.
The master slowly and methodically tied her arms and legs to the corners of the four poster bed with chains. They were secured tightly and allowed little movement. Elizabeth looked at the master pleadingly, the chains were chaffing her wrists and ankles because they were secured too tightly. But she did not voice her pain, she did not talk unless the master permitted her too. The master finished securing her arms to the top frame. He softly kissed Elizabeth on her forehead, his body shaking in emotion as he moved away from her. Standing at the foot of the bed.

"Soo... this is the infamous 'Elizabeth' that my son has been admonishing so much to me about. I thought that it was about time I was to see her with my own eyes myself. Stand in the corner slave." The priest said pointing towards the corner of the room. The master obligingly followed.

Elizabeth looked at the priest in horror? Slave? Was her master a slave to this monster? She did not like the look of him as he circled her bed like a vulture circling its prey from above. She looked at her beloved master in hope that he would do something but his eyes were far away in another place as he stood in the corner motionless, like a marionette. Controlled by a higher source, unable to move.

The priest saw the look of fear in Elizabeth's eye as she looked to the master standing in the corner as he laughed.
"You think your master will help you? He is my slave! AND will do as my bidding as I see fit. He can't help you now, I CONTROL HIM!" the priest started chortling to himself

With that the priest slapped Elizabeth hard in the face. Elizabeth cried out in surprise and pain. She hated this priest, he was more brutal and callus compared to her master. She felt the heat rise to her cheeks as the stinging lingered. She looked to her master but he still stood where he was, motionless, his eyes glazed over with emotion. Whimpering softly she looked at the priest who was now smiling maliciously.

"Come here slave, I want you to see what I am going to do with your slave. I wouldn't want you to miss out on this." The priest grunted, his breath smelling of Scotch whisky and cigarettes.

The master walked over to stand beside the priest, his limbs stiff as he walked systematically. He didn't say anything and didn't maintain eye contact with the priest or Elizabeth as he stood besides her naked body.

The priest looked at the master with curiosity and nodded after some time.
"Now lets have some fun." The priest said, shrugging off his robe he stood naked before the master and Elizabeth. His erection throbbed visibly in the dim light of the dungeon.

"Get down on your knees" he ordered the master.

The master obeyed, getting down on his knees, his face downcast.

"Look up at your slave as you suck on my cock you unworthy excuse for a son." The priest barked.

The master looked up at Elizabeth as he performed fellatio on the priest's engorged penis. His eyes pleaded with Elizabeth, a mixture of pain and disgust. Elizabeth looked back at him silently, giving him a look of mutual understanding and forgiveness.

"Enough. Get up." the priest said suddenly, withdrawing himself from the master's mouth. The master stood up slowly.

"When I say something do it you unworthy piece of shit!" the priest said, his foot lashing out at the master to catch him in the stomach winding him heavily. The master doubled over in pain but didn't yelp, groaning softly he got too his feet once again. Walking slowly over to stand beside the priest, his breathing laboured as he struggled to regain his breath. Elizabeth's eyes blazed in anger when she saw the priest lash out at the master but she held her tongue. Her hatred towards this priest growing with each second. How she would love to defend her beloved master, she would readily take his place rather than see him like this, a servant to this monstrosity that claimed to be his father and master.

"Now Elizabeth, lets see how well your master has trained you." The priest said positioning himself between her legs.

Elizabeth looked at the master as he looked back at her. His eyes were glazed with emotion as he looked down, unable to look.

"Ah!" the priest said, ramming into Elizabeth with force. Elizabeth yelped in pain as a thin trickle of blood trailed down her thigh. The master stood by emotionless and powerless.

"A virgin I see? Well I see that my slave has done well to preserve you for my taking." The priest retorted as he continued to ravage Elizabeth with renewed vigour, her whimpers of pain reverberating around the room mixed with the priests grunting. The priest increased his rhythm; he was close to orgasming, as his thrusts became more vigorous and deeper. Elizabeth let out a soft moan as she felt the priest come inside her. She felt dirty and befouled beyond belief but still she restrained herself. Soon it would all be over and she will be back together with her master. The priest got off Elizabeth, his cock already limp.

"Look at me." The priest ordered the master.

The master looked up at the priest, a mixture of loathing and disgust in his eyes. His body was visibly shaking in anger but he still did nothing. The priest looked hard at the master.

"She is of no use to you or me anymore. They are all whores, use them then discard them. Never get involved again." The priest said angrily as he wrapped one hand around Elizabeth's throat. The master stood where he was motionless. Elizabeth whimpered softly as she felt the priests hand tighten around her throat, constricting the air flow to her lungs as she gagged, trying to breathe. The priest looked at the master.

"Nobody can save you now child, may god have mercy on your soul." The priest said as he continued to constrict her throat. The master looked at his beloved slave Elizabeth as she looked back at him. A single tear formed and escaped his eye as it travelled down the master's face. Elizabeth looked up at her master as her eyes clouded over; the last thing that was in her eyes were peace, understanding and forgiveness.

"I love you" the master mouthed silently to Elizabeth as she gasped her last breath. The faintest flicker of a smile present upon her lips as she passed away into the darkness. Satisfied, the priest got up silently, gathering his clothes he left without a word or a backward glance. Collapsing on the still corpse of Elizabeth, the master wept. His tears flowing freely for the first time in his life.

Opening up his eyes, he felt a wave of self-pity flow through his body as he cried. He knew what he had to do. Grabbing the telephone he dialled a number that he knew off by heart but till this day had never called. He felt a wave of apprehension flow through him as the phone began to ring on the other side. Could he really go through with it?

"Hello?" a voice answered from the other line.

"Hello mother." The master replied.

"Who is that?" she said

"It's your son, don't you remember me?" he said

"I have no son... He died with a part of me a long time ago when he turned into his father." She said

"I'm sorry mother...that was a long time ago, I was only trying to help you. To get you away from him."

"There was no need to act as a martyr son, he hurt me just as much, if not even more than you. That was the worst day of my life... walking in to see my son... with that poor woman, the look in your eyes... it was the same look that your father had when he was doing those same acts.... The contemptuous look in your eye as that woman lay spreadeagled, gagged and chained.... A part of me died that day... I thought you were different from him... I was wrong."

"I'm not my father."

"... Give me one piece of evidence why I should believe one word you say."

"He killed the one person whom I had loved. He killed her with his bare hands in front of me while I stood by, helpless unable to do anything... you think I am like him because of what I did to that poor woman? Perhaps in a way you are right. I was reliving my childhood through their screams of pain every time I raised that braided whip.... All that anger.... All that pain... all that... suffering. But i have never taken a life."

"... Oh my dear lord... my poor baby boy... I'm so sorry... I didn't reali-"

"No you did not... I kept it all to myself... pent up only to be released in those periods of pain that I inflicted upon other people... in those few minutes I was my father... I was no longer his slave, submissive, subservient and weak. I was able to inflict pain upon people when I had never done so before. I was powerful, dominant almost godlike holding their life in the palm of my hand to do so as I wished. An eye for an eye so to speak... little did I know that it was just a downward spiral. I'm sorry that you had to witness me in that short period of time like tha-that monster."

"...I'm so sorry son..."

"I have decided that I must do something that I should have done a long time ago...."

"...what is that?"

"I must kill father myself... I must finally stand up to him, I'll kill him with my bare hands if I have to..."

"... H-He'll tear you apart, you know that don't you?"

"...Yes, but I won't sit idly by and let him ruin my life."

"...Please don't... I don't want to lose you son... Its suicide. I have little to live for as it is, your death would be the end of me."

"...unfortunately that must be the risk I am willing to take."

"I love you son..."

"...I love you too mother...."

"...Be careful...goodbye"

"I shall be mother.... Goodbye"

*click*

The telephone's busy signal filled the master's ears as he cradled the receiver, his knuckles were white from the grip he had on the phone and his body began to shake. Steadying his breathe he got up from the leather chair. He still had business to finish... for Elizabeth.