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Damian Ch. 01

By: catalina_francisco



Frank was walking down the street, it was another one of those days of which lately he'd had so many. He was drunk and feeling lonely. Frank had been chasing this girl now for over 6 months and without any success whatsoever, but he just could not give up. He did not care how big a fool he was making of himself but the constant rejection was getting to him. 

"What a fucking idiot I am, why can't I just give up? Why can't I just give up and move on?" 

Feeling sorry for himself he continued walking down the streets. It was 6 in the morning and most places were closed by now. Frank didn't want to go home, there was nothing waiting for him there except a television and his PC. He still had money in his pocket and he was not drunk enough...there, that place had to be open...there was a line up to get in!! 

Frank hardly noticed the people in the queue, he just wanted to get in to get drunk and forget about how miserable he was feeling. Fuck man, he was 29, life was moving forward and he was going nowhere. After 20 minutes he finally got to the front of the queue. 

"Are you a member?" the doorman asked Frank. "No," Frank said. "Well then you will not get in," the doorman replied. "Will 50 bucks cover my membership fee?" Frank asked the doorman. 

The $50 got Frank in without any problem. To enter the club he had to walk down spiral stairs, the club was pretty strange all black and red. Walking down he noticed a sign, 'Changing Room'; what kind of club had he gotten himself into? 

For the first time Frank started to really take notice of his surroundings and the other club goers, if that is what you could call them. Most of the people in the club were dressed in black leather or latex. Here and there he would see a man or a woman leading another by a collar, some of them wearing masks or hoods. The people who were not dressed in leather or latex could be counted on the fingers of one hand and even those were all dressed in black. Black was Frank's colour anyway, he normally dressed all in black. He had dressed in black trousers and a black t-shirt this morning, so he was not standing out that much. 

Suddenly he felt a hand running down over his butt and heard a female voice saying, "So cutie I have not seen you here before. New to the club? I just love fresh meat." 

Frank turned around not sure what to do or say. When he turned he saw a female standing behind him. She was wearing long red leather boots which went up to her thighs, a very short, all revealing red leather skirt which made it very clear she was not wearing any underwear, and a small red leather bra which completed the outfit. She had very big breasts, beautiful long red hair, was about 5 feet 10 and had a very thin waist, and the biggest, bluest eyes he had ever seen.

"My name is Tigress, do you like what you see?" she said to him. Frank was completely taken off guard, he was not used to women who were so forward, what the fuck was this, he was thinking. "Yes," he replied to Tigress, "you are a very good looking girl." "Girl?" she said, "it has been a long time since anyone called me a girl! Well I like what I am seeing so my place or yours?" Frank was again taken back with the forwardness and aggressiveness of her approach, he was not used to women like that. "Your place." he mumbled to her. "Good, lets go," she said to him, "what is your name?" "Frank," he answered, becoming even more confused and feeling insecure about the whole thing, but Tigress did not leave him any time to think or to contemplate about what he should do.

She took charge immediately, guiding him to a side door. The door led to an underground garage and they walked towards an old beaten up Ford Escort. She opened the driver's door and lent over to let him in the passenger seat. She turned on the radio and the sound of techno music started to pour out of the loud speakers.

"Well buckle up Frankie boy, I do not want to get a ticket." The ride to Tigress's home was a weird one, Tigress and Frank hardly exchanged a word. Frank had no clue where they where going, he had never been to this neighbourhood before. Tigress stopped in front of a huge house, she opened the garage door with a remote and drove in to the garage. She parked the car next to three other cars. She might have come in driving an old beaten up Escort, but in the garage there were three very expensive cars. All German, and the cheapest was worth more than he could earn in 3 years. Frank became even more confused, what was she doing driving a beaten up old Escort when she had cars like that? 

She led him up the garage stairs into the living room and then into the bedroom, no chitchat, no flirting, and no small talk, she just got down to business. "The dream of every man, " Frank thought, "being picked up by a sexy, beautiful woman who does not ask questions but just goes for sex. Well it seems that this is going to turn out to be a good day after all."

Tigress closed the bedroom door and told Frank to undress. Frank undressed and then she pushed him towards the bed and Frank fell backwards on to the bed. He was completely naked and aroused by her touching him, and the situation.

"Look little Frankie is waking up, we will soon see what you are capable of doing with it won't we?" Tigress said to him. 

Tigress took one of his hands and pulled it up towards the head of the bed, she took one leather cuff and tied his arm to the bedpost.

"What are you doing?" asked Frank, slightly panicked. "Hush! Quiet, let me do my stuff...you will like it, this will be an experience you will never forget." She chuckled as she took his other arm and tied that as well to the bedpost. 

Now she bound his ankles to the other end of the bed with leather cuffs. Suddenly her voice changed, it became harsher, as hard as steel and cold as ice, "Now you are mine," she purred, "you cannot escape and I will do to you whatever I want."

It was not what she said but how she said it. Frank suddenly felt terrified, he felt like a mouse must feel when confronted with a cat. She moved away from the bed to a cupboard and opened it. The cupboard contained a collection of what normally would be considered torture tools. An array of different whips, clamps, spikes, hoods, cuffs and things that Frank could not place, he had not seen them before in his life.

"What did I get myself into?" Frank was thinking. He tried to get loose, out of the cuffs, but that proved to not be possible.

"Yes, struggle, fight," Tigress said to him, "I like it when my victims have a bit of life in them. The more you fight, the more you scream, the more pleasure you are going to give me. You worthless piece of shit, you belong to me now!! You went with me voluntarily, you came to my room of your own free will, and you gave yourself to me of your own choice, now you are mine to do with whatever I want."

"No!!" Frank screamed. " I did not agree to whatever you have in mind, let me go now!!"

"Do you really think that I could ever be sexually attracted to a thing like you?" Tigress's words were hitting Frank like a sledgehammer. She was right, he had come here of his own free will. "But I never knew that this was what you had in mind." "So when you see a woman dressed like me what do you think is going to follow? A night of passionate, caring, lovemaking? Are you stupid or what?!" "I do not care," said Frank, "just untie me so I can go home." "I do not think so little man; I have not had my pleasure yet." 

Frank desperately tried to get loose, he pulled with all his strength but the cuffs did not give an inch. Tigress laughed, her laugh almost sounded like a growl, harsh and without any compassion. Frank was starting to panic, what was going to happen to him, what kind of women was this? Frank was struggling on the bed desperately trying to get loose but with no effect at all. Tigress took a long nine tails whip out her cupboard. 

"I hope you like pain Frank, because you are going to feel a lot of pain before I am finished".

Tigress pulled her arm back and the whip landed with force on Frank's chest. The sharp pain shocked Frank into silence. 

"Yes, I thought that would shut you up. Now let's see how much pain you can take". 

The whip descended again on Frank, leaving its mark on his chest. Something changed inside Frank, he did not feel the pain, only anger; anger at himself for being stupid enough to get himself into this shit, and anger at Tigress. All the misery he had gone through in his life, all the hardship, all the humiliation that had been building up during the years, the promotion he was not getting, the failure with this girl, everything was building up into an emotion which surpassed anger. The whip descended again and again, no sound came from Frank. Then the pain just became too much and the rage in him made him break the silence.

"Just wait until I get loose you bitch, I will let you eat that whip, I will break it on your back and then I will snap your neck in two!!" Frank shouted in anger to Tigress. "And what makes you think that I will release you, little boy? I am going to have so much fun with you, until I will have to dispose of you of course. But do not expect to leave this room alive, you are mine and I do not let go of my property, what I take as mine stays mine." Frank knew by the way she said it, this was not an idle threat. Frank realised he was in bigger shit than he thought he had been. Tigress started to whip Frank again, harder and harder, whipping his chest, his stomach, and his legs. Frank could not stand the pain anymore and he let out a shout of pain. This seemed to excite Tigress more and she started to whip Frank even harder. She was whipping Frank so hard, blood started to be drawn; he had small wounds appearing all over his body. He was feeling more pain than he had ever felt in his life, gone was his dignity and his anger, Frank was howling like an animal in pain. Tigress stopped with her whip, she was breathing heavily from the exercise she had just gotten but also from the excitement she was feeling.

"I think I have warmed you up enough, it is time for some real pain now, I am going to enjoy this so much." Tigress said. 

She turned her attention to her cupboard and after closely inspecting several items she took some clamps out of it and started to put them on Frank. The first one went onto his nipples. Frank was so tired and exhausted from the whipping he did not even try to stop Tigress, he just let it happen. Then the pain hit him, first it was a sharp pain, and slowly it started to dull out. 

"Very good Frank, you are taking this like a good little boy. I now will start putting clamps on more painful places, like your testicles."

The idea of the pain that would cause freaked Frank, he went berserk, he pulled with almost inhuman strength on his cuffs, and suddenly one of them snapped. His arms were on fire with pain, his wrists were bleeding, and he had pulled so hard that although the skin was not broken, blood had spotted his skin. Tigress was very experienced in this game and did not even flinch. She took her whip and started to whip Frank again, but without any effect. Frank was beyond pain and control, his mind was filled with only one thing, revenge, he wanted to kill Tigress, hurt her, and do to her what she had done to him. Somewhere in the back of his mind he was registering the whiplashes Tigress was giving him but he hardly noticed them. Filled with a coldness he had never felt before, he simply untied himself from the bed.

Tigress was feeling panic now...this had never happened before. She had played this game with several men and never had any been able to untie himself after she had started to play with them! Frank raised himself from the bed, blood dripping everywhere, he was bleeding from small wounds, and the clamp was still fixed to his nipple. He took a look at it and without even bothering to unclamp it he just tore it off his nipple. The pain it caused was just fuel to his still growing anger. When Tigress saw what he did she really started to panic, fear started to fill her and she started to back up against the wall. It was to no avail, slowly Frank walked towards her, she had long, beautiful, red hair which Frank used to throw her on the bed. 

"Undress," he ordered Tigress, "you wanted to play? We will play now, see how much pain you can take, see what happens when I break the whip on you and you start to bleed." 

Frank had stopped being Frank; he turned into someone else. For years Frank had tried to control his dark side, the side of him that loved to fight and hurt people, the side that got excited when he watched a woman being raped on television. But it was too late now, it had been lying dormant for his whole life and without Tigress pushing him beyond what a human could normally bear, it would have likely never awakened. But now Frank did not exist anymore, he had turned into Damian.

Tigress was too afraid to not obey, she undressed. She was a very beautiful woman with a very good figure. Against his better judgement she was arousing him. Damian bound Tigress to the bed using the three good cuffs which were left and took one from Tigress' cupboard, using that to bind her free left hand. Tigress had bound Damian belly up, he had felt more comfortable tying her belly down. Once she was tied, Damian was starting to calm the burning anger that had filled him, was smouldering down to controllable levels. Damian had fought against anger attacks all his life, and successfully. He had been known to explode in anger at the slightest, had fought against it, and by now it was almost a bad memory but the anger was still there, it had not been defeated it had just been suppressed.

He was starting to regain his control, but still he wanted to have his revenge on Tigress, just not kill her anymore. The dark side of him that had been awakened would not become dormant that easily. He went to his clothes and took a cigarette, he lit the cigarette and left the room; he needed time to think about what he was going to do. He wanted to hurt her as she had hurt him but he did not know how far he could go and how to use all those weird things he had seen in Tigress's cabinet. Then he said, "Fuck it, who cares what happens to her, I am going to have my revenge."

When he re-entered the room, Tigress had calmed down and her fear was mostly gone. She began to insult him, she was trying to push him into leaving. This however had the reverse effect, the thin control Damian had gained was slowly disappearing in a flood of red hot anger. Damian lost it again, he took the whip that Tigress had used on him and started to whip her with it, the snapping of the whip in the air, the sound of it on Tigress's flesh was having a strange effect on Damian. Tigress cried out in pain with every whiplash, but he hardly noticed that. The whip was hypnotising him, the clapping, the sound it made on the flesh, the redness of her skin. 

Still Damian was not really hitting Tigress with his full force, something was holding him back. Maybe it was his upbringing, the morals he had been taught during his childhood, maybe it was just fear of letting himself go, but most likely it was the fear of liking too much what he was doing. Still a side of himself he had never explored before was starting to wake up, and slowly it was overtaking him. With every whiplash he was gaining force. Tigress's back was turning bright red from the whip. Damian wanted to continue whipping Tigress but his arm was getting tired, and he also wanted to do something else now. When he stopped whipping Tigress he noticed she was weeping softly, she had been a dominatrix for a long time but she had never been on the receiving end before. 

The weeping of Tigress had a weird effect on Damian, it turned him on. He wanted to hurt Tigress some more and this time it had nothing to do with revenge, he was not even thinking of vengeance right now. For a moment he was not sure what to do now, he was being guided by something inside him, an instinct, an emotion he had never felt before. He took another look inside the cabinet and found what he was looking for. He took a sharp knife and warmed the point with a small tiger torch he had found in the cupboard, until it was glowing red. 

For a minute Damian stopped to think of what he was about to do, did he really want to do this? Once done there would be no way he could undo it. It would mark him as much as it would mark her. Driven by an unnatural instinct, an inner force, some would call it a dark side, he let the point of the knife touch her flesh. Tigress cried out in pain, there was no blood, the red glowing point of the knife had cauterised the wound. The smell of burning flesh filled his nostrils. A couple of hours ago Damian would have led a lynching party against any who would even think of doing what he had just done, the smell would have nauseated him, but now it was exciting him. Tigress's cries of pain aroused him; he looked down at his crotch and noticed he had a hard-on. The pain and control he was exerting over Tigress was fulfilling a need in him, a sexual need he had pushed away his whole life. 

Calmly, he lifted the knife and reheated it again. The knife descended again on Tigress...Damian then cut a big capital D with the knife in the soft flesh of Tigress's left butt cheek. Her cries of pain would have melted the hardest of men, but it did not even make a scratch on the armour protecting his heart. Damian knew he had lost part of himself today, he had lost his innocence and replaced it with cold hard steel. 

"I have marked you bitch, so you will never forget me for the rest of your life." The screaming of Tigress had aroused Damian, he wanted to fuck and hurt at the same time. He drove the knife with force into the bedpost and pushed his dick inside her cunt, she was dripping wet, the fluids were running down her legs, he had not noticed before, he really did not care if she liked what he was doing or not. 

"So you like my dick, don't you, you worthless slut? You are nothing but a whore." This seemed to excite Tigress, who was softly moaning by now, even more. " Shut up you bitch, no sound must escape your lips right now, maybe if you behave I will let you live!!" 

Damian pounded his cock deep into the very tight depths of her quivering pussy, he was pounding with every little bit of strength he had. Every stroke pushed Tigress forcefully against the bed, her body was shaking, she was clearly beginning an orgasm. Damian took a handful of long hair and pulled her head back, with every stroke he also pulled her hair...that was too much for Tigress, she came in a load scream. The scream infuriated Damian, "DID I NOT TELL YOU NOT TO MAKE A SOUND?!" 

It was not the sound that made him angry, Tigress had broken a command of his, she had disobeyed him. This could not be, he was Damian, he had to be in control, he would not be denied. He stopped fucking her and started to whip her again and this time he could not stop, there was no holding back anymore, he was hitting with every bit of strength he had. Every whiplash was leaving his mark, blood started to seep from Tigress's back. It was not enough, he was not doing enough to Tigress! She was screaming her head off and that was just exciting Damian more, it just gave him a need to hurt more. His sadistic side had been finally unleashed completely, a monster had been born. If Damian had not suppressed this side of him for so many years it would not have been so bad, but now the monster inside was unleashed and it was hungry. It needed more and more, there seemed to be no end to its hunger. Damian could not control himself anymore, his face was set in a diabolical grimace. The realisation he was losing control was what brought him back. He needed to be in control, and losing control was not an option for him. He pushed the monster back inside, Damian would feed its hunger but he would not let it take him over.


Damian Ch. 01



Damian was still bleeding from several wounds but he did not care. The bedroom had started to look like a butcher shop by now, the bed drenched in blood; the floor was slippery with patches of blood and sweat. Damian once again looked inside the cupboard and found what he needed, this was going to hurt her. Tigress had been following Damian with her eyes, when she saw what Damian had taken out of the cupboard she started to beg, "No please, no, please not that."

Tigress wet herself, her pee flooding uncontrollably...on the bed it mixed with the blood, she had never been so afraid in her life. The stench of urine and blood mingling with the scent of fear was like the fragrance of a fine perfume to Damian, it excited him, he wanted this moment to last forever, he had never been so aroused in his life! 

Damian had taken a metal cross out of the cupboard, the ends of the cross pointed, the edges had razor like qualities, sharp enough to cut a hair. Damian slammed the cross into the bedpost next to the dagger that was there and started to untie Tigress. She started to fight him, trying to get loose, but to no avail. After the torture she had gone through she had hardly any strength left and Damian was not human anymore, something else had overtaken him. 

"I have had my revenge. I am not you Tigress, and I will not go farther without your consent. Leave if you want, or stay and become mine."

Tigress stayed quiet for a couple of seconds and she could hardly believe the words that came out of her mouth. "I will stay Master, I give myself freely and totally to you."

"Then from now on, until I release you, you are my property."

Tigress began to scream as Damian caressed her nervous flesh with one of the pointed tips of the cross. Damian picked up a piece of clothing that had belonged to Tigress, the material dirty and stained with blood and urine. Damian stuffed it into her mouth, she retched under the stinking gag, her eyes wide and moist with fear now, all of a sudden knowing what her victims had felt. But also knowing that she was now owned, she had given herself freely, the feeling of being property was fulfilling and exciting to her. Damian used the cuffs to tie her to the bed belly up.

The helpless Tigress was trying desperately to free herself from the cuffs that bound her to the bed, only succeeding in tearing the flesh on her ankles and wrist into bloody ribbons. Damian circled Tigress nipples with the point of the cross then pushed it into the florid pink flesh but not too deep, just deep enough to draw blood. Tigress's scream of pain could be heard even though she was gagged. Damian proceeded, sitting on top of Tigress, his full weight on her breasts. He could feel the warm blood slowly oozing out of the wound he had just made, dripping down his legs. He took the sharp edge of the cross and put it against Tigress's neck. 

"You said you were called Tigress. I do not see any Tigress here. From now on your name is Slut." 

Slut's eyes were wide open in fear and shock, but even so she was clearly aroused, her cunt slick with juices and she was on the brink of coming. Damian removed the rag from Slut's mouth and she answered, "Yes Master, I will do whatever you want of me".

Damian went back to the cupboard and removed a cane. "No sound Slut, I will give you 50 lashes with the cane and 10 more lashes for every sound you make, so we could be here for a very long time if you do not shut up, do you understand?"

Slut nodded in answer. "Stick out your hand and close your eyes'" Damian ordered Slut. Slut stuck her hand out and closed her eyes, the cane descended with force on her hand leaving a nice red welt. Slut desperately trying not to scream, was biting the inside of her lips, blood started to ooze out of her mouth, tears running down her cheeks, but she did not scream or make a sound. Again and again the cane descended on her hand and although Slut's tears were running freely now, she still was not making a sound. 

15 lashes Damian gave on Slut's hand, which now looked like someone had taken a red ballpoint and drawn multiple lines across it. Damian grabbed Slut's hair and pulled her head up, "See you can be a good little girl when you want to," he whispered in her ear. He untied Slut and ordered her to lie on her back and open up as much as she could. Her wet pussy was clearly visible, her juices running down her inner thighs.

Damian had never seen any woman so wet before. "We have 35 slashes left my little whore, do not move, do not scream, do not even flinch if you don't want to feel my wrath." he told Slut. 

The cane descended on her breasts leaving it's mark there, Slut did not make a movement she could have been a statue for all that mattered. Again the cane descended on her breasts and again, again and again. Still Slut did not move, it was like hitting a statue.

"Thirty lashes my dear, you are doing very well, I am proud of you." Even with all the pain she was in, Damian's words had a very clear effect on Slut, she was looking proud and a small smile was visible on her face. Damian praising her made Slut high, in this instant she did not care about anything else but pleasing her Lord, making him proud of her was all she wanted. The cane descended without warning on her pussy, she bit on her lips so as to not scream, she tried not to flinch, but still she did. The pain had come too sudden and was too great to ignore. Damian said nothing he just kept caning her pussy. The pain was the worse she had felt so far, but Slut was prepared to take anything for her Lord and Master, she would take any pain, any humiliation as long as that would please him. 

"Fifty lashes, now you only have ten more to go for flinching once," Damian said to Slut. Damian knelt down to get a better angle and hit the bottom of her feet, the pain was greater than anything else Damian had done to her tonight but she took it without flinching. Ten times in total the cane descended on her feet, but she did not move. 

"This was it my little girl, I am proud of owning such a good, obedient slave."

Slut was bleeding from several wounds, there was not one body part left that had not taken his pain tonight. She was feeling more pain than she thought was humanly possible, there was not one body part that didn't hurt or wasn't bleeding. But even with all this pain and anguish she was feeling she was aroused beyond belief, she had never before in her life felt the need to be fucked greater than right now at this minute. She knew she might not survive the night, she knew she might be left crippled for the rest of her life, it did not matter to her. Yes, she was ashamed of herself for feeling like this but the shame was swept away by her hunger for her Lord, for her need to please him, to make him proud of her.

Damian was extremely aroused, his cock was standing firmly and he needed sex right now. The beating he had just given Slut had increased his need for her to a point his need had grown beyond control, his thirst for sex was something that he had never before felt. Damian's dick touched the lips of Sluts sex, gently, softly rubbing his penis over her clit, he was letting her know it was there, ready to enter, when he wanted it to. He was completely in charge, and in total control of the situation. 

Slut was moaning softly, she begged Damian to fuck her. Damian kept teasing, gently rubbing and then Slut could not take it anymore, the juices running freely from her cunt, and without Damian even entering her she came in a load moan and begged even harder to be fucked. Still Damian waited and waited and kept teasing her pussy with his dick, her body was shaking with desire, she desperately tried to push her pussy on his dick, she screamed for him, she begged to be fucked... and then Damian moved his dick in just half an inch and very slowly started to move it in and out. 

This did nothing for Slut's hunger for him and only made it worse. Suddenly he rammed it in full length making contact with her clit and this was just too much for Slut who came again in an even bigger orgasm screaming, her body shaking violently, the intensity so great she could not restrain herself from crying. Damian started to move in and out at full speed ramming his dick with every move harder and harder into Slut's pussy. Slut came almost immediately again, and this time the intensity was getting too much for her, she did not know anymore if she wanted Damian to stop or keep on going, she had no control left anymore. She cried his name, she shouted for him to stop, she shouted for him not to stop, her mind was a blur, she had lost all sense of time and direction, she did not know where she was, the only thing she knew, the only thing she was aware of was Damian's dick moving in and out of her pussy and then came the greatest orgasm of them all, she ejaculated...she had never done that before and suddenly a deep shame filled her, what was he turning her into? 

Slut's orgasm had excited Damian too much and now he came, Slut could feel his warm cum filling her and she felt a great relief now it was going to be over, he had come. Damian however had come but didn't want nor could stop, even after coming his erection did not go away and his hunger for Slut had not been stilled yet. 

He forced Slut on her belly and without any ceremony he rammed his dick into her anus. She screamed in pain, she had never been taken in her ass before. Damian could feel the tightness of her ass around his cock, his dick slick with his own semen and her juices. He kept ramming it in and out, taking great pleasure in how tight Slut was and how much pain he was making her feel. The pain however was temporary and Slut was becoming excited again, calling his name and feeling even hornier. The intensity of the night had just reached another level, it was the pain combined with the pleasure it was giving her that gave her another orgasm, this one however was different, not so intense but very pleasurable. 

Damian knelt over Slut and put his cock into his slave's mouth. Slut kissed the head of his cock with her bloody lips, bloodied from biting on them. She tasted his dick with her tongue, running it in circles over his hot flesh, she parted her lips more and took him slowly into her mouth using her tongue and lips to pull him in even more. Damian started to fuck her mouth as if it was a pussy, he was fucking her mouth with long deep strokes hitting the back of her throat. Damian tangled his fingers into his slave's hair, pulling it while he was using her mouth. Damian's thrusts became harder and faster, his breathing more ragged, and then he came, emptying his lust into her mouth. "Do not spill a drop, bitch," he ordered Slut. 

His cum filled her mouth and she swallowed deeply, sucking every little drop out of his cock. Damian pulled himself from her mouth. He was exhausted, this had pretty much finished him off, he had not much energy left and Slut was even worse, her breathing was ragged while her body lay abused on the bed. Damian fell down next to her and took her into his arms, he just held her. He knew that tonight he had let the beast out, he also knew he would never again let it take so much control over him as it had tonight. He took a look at his slave, he was not sure how he knew this but he was sure of it, Slut was his now. Both of them slowly were falling asleep. Just before he fell asleep he heard from a distance, Slut mumble, "I love you my Lord, I have never been so fulfilled or been so happy in my life."



Damian Ch. 02



Damian opened his eyes and for a minute he believed yesterday had been a dream, then he realized he was still holding Slut in his arms. She was wide-awake, looking at him. All the toys they had been using the night before lay around them. He knew if she would have wanted, she could have harmed him, maybe even killed him in his sleep. The fact she had not proved to him she had given herself to him fully. He owned a woman and a very good-looking one, although right at this moment she did not look that good. The room smelled badly from yesterday's games. What had smelled like perfume to him had lost its perfume like qualities and now the smell was almost gagging him. 

The dried blood, semen, pussy juice and pee definitely were not arousing him this morning. Damian rose and the first thing he did was open a window to let some fresh air in. The air did him good...his body hurt terribly... he had small crust all over his body, and his back felt like there were a thousand needles embedded in it. He walked over to the bathroom. "Follow me Slut." Damian's voice cut through the silence startling her. 

She tried to stand but could not. Her body was too weakened. Slut had wounds all over her. She was covered in red marks and welts, and would definitely have a couple of new scars. Damian walked to the bathroom without looking to see if Slut was following. The bathroom was everything you would have expected in a house like this, big, no huge was a better word. His living room was smaller than this! In the centre of the bathroom stood a huge bath, and not surprisingly it was big enough to hold at least three to four people. Damian turned on the faucet to fill the bath and to his surprise the water started to pour in to the bath from several little holes in the sides of the tub. He had been staring in wonder at this when he realized Slut was not in the room yet. He turned around with the intention of finding out where she was so as to punish her when he saw her crawling over the floor, desperately trying to reach the bathroom. 

She was dragging the sheet from the bed. It had stuck to her back, her dried blood functioning as glue. The site of Slut crawling towards him in the state she was would have turned his stomach yesterday, filled him with pity for her pain. This was however not the emotion that filled him now. He was annoyed, not at Slut, but at the situation. He had just gained a slave...he did not want to lose her that fast.

He walked over to her and lifted her into his arms. For a tall woman she was surprisingly light. Damian carried her to the bath and dropped her into it, before stepping into the bath himself and starting to wash his slave. The warm water helped to soak the sheet off her back. Slut looked bewildered...she had not expected this from her owner, anything but this. Damian was caressing the skin of his property slowly. The color started to return to her face as she began to feel slightly better. Damian and Slut soaked for a long time in the warm water. It felt good to relax, and the warm water was doing miracles 

Damian was already feeling a lot better, for Slut however it did not work miracles. It would take a lot more than a bath to cure her and make her feel better. "Stay in the bath Slut," Damian told his slave. He stepped from the bath and rinsed himself under the shower, then dried himself, and walked into the bedroom where he changed the sheets of the bed. He cleaned the room, disposing of the sheets and dirty clothes of Slut. Once he was finished he walked over to the bath. Picking up Slut he carried her to the shower, standing her beneath it's flow to rinse off the bloodied bath water, dried her, and carried her to the bed.

"Stay in bed and rest. I need you to regain your strength", Damian said before he walked out of the bedroom and started to explore the house. It was huge. The first floor had 5 rooms, all empty except for Slut's room. All were big with a bathroom, but none as big or majestic as the room he had spent last night in. Damian went up to the second floor and there he found a .games room. It had everything you would expect in it...a pool table, several computers, game consoles, and a bar with a fully filled liquor cabinet. Damian walked over to it and found an unopened bottle of Glenfiddich. He poured a glass for himself. The warm glow of the 12-½ year scotch sliding down his throat was like the greeting of an old friend as he savoured the taste of it in his mouth. Naked, with the glass of scotch in his hands, he continued his exploration of the mansion.

He walked down to the ground floor which was like the rest of the house, huge, filled with expensive furniture and existing of two rooms; one huge living room and the kitchen. Damian walked over to the kitchen and found the fridge fully stocked with food. He made himself an omelette and brewed some coffee. After finishing his coffee and omelette he decided he needed to feed his slave. He made Slut a simple breakfast and carried it to his slave.

Damian found her lying in bed wide-awake. She had not moved an inch since he had left. 

"Here's something to eat. You might feel better after some food". 

Slut started nervously eating the breakfast and then Damian asked her, "So tell me what the story is behind this house. Are you rich or what?" 

"Yes my lord, the house is mine. I inherited it from my first slave."

"So how much are you worth, how much money do you have?"

"I am not sure my Lord but it must be somewhere in the region of 50 million, which of course now all belongs to you since I have become yours."

"Explain that to me. You give yourself to me and I get everything you own...and remember I know nothing of this world or the rules, if there are any that is."

"Yes my Lord, it is very simple actually. I gave myself to you and became your property and since I am your property everything I used to own is now yours. Today is Saturday. If my Lord so wishes we can go on Monday to a lawyer and I will sign everything over to you"

"That might be a good idea but before we do that you need to explain to me what I have gotten myself into, what the rules are, how it works, what is expected of me and what I can expect from you."

Slut looked at him in amazement, "You really are new to this My Lord!"

"Yes my little one, you woke up something in me that I had suppressed all my life, and now it is too late. Damian is awake and Frank is the one lying dormant. That is not something I wanted or wished for, quite the contrary, but it seems my dark side cannot be suppressed anymore. It has tasted freedom and is not going to give it up anymore, and to be honest I do not want it to be dormant. I enjoyed yesterday too much. So tell me how this works?"

"My lord it is actually very simple. I have become yours to do with as you please, I gave myself without any constraint voluntarily and of my own free will. I did not put any conditions on it, I just gave myself and you accepted me. I have to obey your orders and do as you please, I belong to you, and you can do to me whatever you desire."

"Interesting, so you have to do everything I tell you, without question and without hesitation... good, I like that."

Damian, being completely new to the BDSM lifestyle did not realize what he had just gained. Yes, the money, the mansion, and the prestige were all very well, but Damian had taken possession of another human being. It was not something that should be taken lightly or dispensed with only minor thought. He, from now on, owned Slut. She would listen to his every command. Her existence would be centred round him, her world, her life... even her soul belonged to him. Slut made this choice knowing what she was getting into, she realized what she had given to her Master. The power he had over her was total and complete, there would be nothing she would not do for him. This was the nature of the lifestyle she had chosen. Damian knew nothing of this world. He did not know the rules if you could call them that. He knew nothing of the honor and the commitment between a Master and a slave.

Damian eyes walked over his slave's body. She was drop-dead gorgeous. "How do you feel Slut?"

"I am fine Master."

"No bullshit, no telling me little lies, no embellishing of the truth, no hiding facts. I should know. I want total and absolute truth. When I ask you a question, you give me a complete and honest answer. Are you clear on that?"

"Yes Master, is that your first rule for me?"

"Rule... Yes...that is correct, my first rule for you to follow. Absolute and total honesty, so I ask again, how do you feel?"

"My whole body hurts, especially my back, hands and feet. I have trouble staying awake...I am very tired...my left butt cheek hurts incredibly. I feel as if a truck has run over me, reversed, and parked on top of me. Physically everything hurts, emotionally I am not sure of how to act or behave. I feel very insecure and uncertain. But also I feel very happy. I do not understand it myself, but I feel safe and secure with you Master, I feel fulfilled."

"Thank you for the last, love. Is there anything I can do help you with your physical pain?"

"Yes Master, in the cupboard you will find some papaw ointment and vitamin E cream. Those will make me heal faster so I can perform my tasks for you better and faster."

Damian took a minute while considering her words. Silently he walked over to the cupboard and looked inside. This time he was not looking for tools to hurt, or torture. This time he took a look at everything that was in there. Everything which remained was neatly stacked and every instrument had its own place, next to the whips, canes, handcuffs knives and every sort of instrument you could think of. There was a separate section with a small but very complete medicine cabinet. It was there that he found the ointment. Damian was not familiar with the ointment and had never used it before. He opened the tin. Inside was an oily substance with a very fruity smell. Damian's mind did not stop working. He was learning and realizing something new every minute. Next time, after a session, he would take care of his slave and then his equipment before sleeping or doing something else. It made sense. Even a horse was cleaned, wiped and brushed after a workout. Damian sat on the bed next to Slut.

"Turn on your belly Slut.'

"Yes Master."

He slowly caressed Slut's back. The spots of skin which had no bruises, blood crust or welts on them were silky smooth and soft. His hands slowly continued to caress her back, still not putting the ointment on, instead exploring his property. Now and then his hands would stop on a bruise or welt and examine them. It was not as bad as he had feared. The wounds were clean and already healing. Slut was in a better condition than he had feared. His hands started to tickle her back, softly drawing circles causing Slut to moan softly under his touch. Although Damian was not an experienced Dominant, he was a very experienced lover. He had often used his skills of massage to seduce women, but this time he was not using it to seduce, he did not need to seduce Slut...she was there for him, to be used whenever and however he wanted. Already Damian started to realize what he had gotten himself into. Slowly the realization of what he'd gained was dawning on him.

Damian took a handful of cream and started to massage it into the back of Slut, treating her whole body. When finished he drew the sheets over Slut and gave her a fatherly kiss on her forehead before advising, "sleep now little one, you need your rest. I want you to recuperate as fast as possible so we can begin the rest of our life."

Damian walked to the living room and sat there for hours thinking about what had happened that day. The hunger in him though could not be silenced so easily. He had ignored it his whole life, but the day before he had fed it for the first time and had fed it well, though just like a starving man cannot stop eating when confronted with a feast, he could not feed his hunger quick enough. Damian had a dilemma however. Slut was not in any shape to take more of what he had done to her yesterday, or he would maim her for life, or even worse kill her if he let the dark side out unchecked. 

He started to pace through the room. He needed to give pain. His sadism needed to give pain...but he could not. It was driving him crazy. Then it came to him, he could give her pain without actually damaging her too much physically, feeding his hunger by having absolute and total control over Slut as he had learned yesterday. Damian was convinced it was possible. He walked up stairs to the room in which Slut was sleeping deeply, sleeping the sleep of the absolute exhausted.

"Slut wake up."

Almost instantly Slut answered her Master, "Master, how can I be of service?"

"I need your advice, answer honestly without being afraid. Can you take another session?"

"My Lord, if you so desire I am ready to take whatever you need to give."

"Can your body take it?"

"I you so desire Master, I can take it."

"So in other words you cannot, shit, shit...shit. So now what do I do? Is there a way for me to inflict pain on you without damaging your body or only damage it minimally?"

"Master, you do not need to concern yourself about this worthless piece of meat."

"Answer my question.'

"No Master, you do not posses the skill yet. But Master if you need to inflict pain and you do not want to damage your property I might have a solution."

"Speak up woman, speak up."

"There is a worthless pain slut I know who will gladly come here, but there will be rules for you to follow Master."

"Tell me the rules."

"You will have to use a safe-word, and you will not be allowed to damage her feet or hands, for the rest she will take anything."

"What is a safe-word?"

"It is a predetermined word or phrase which will slow, change or bring the scene to a halt when spoken by the slave, Master."

"So I am giving the slave power over the session?"

"Yes Master, it is normal when the slave you are playing with is not your property."

"Well it will have to do; I hope she can take a lot of pain. Call her."

Slut called the woman, and half an hour later the doorbell ran. Damian composed himself and strolled to the door. When he opened it a small overweight blond was standing there. He took her hand, dragged her inside and slammed the door closed. No words where exchanged until he had dragged her into the bedroom."

"Your safe-word is Watchguard. Look Blondie, I am not interested in chitchat or in socializing, you are here because you are a pain-slut and I need your services. "

After these words he threw the woman to the floor and started to whip her. The girl cried and begged for mercy. However Damian did not really care as she had not said the safe-word so he continued, which of course was what the slut wanted. It took him a good ten minutes of whipping to bring his hunger down to acceptable levels. 

The blond woman was lying on the ground crying, her back already open and marked by the force with which he had whipped her. 

"Undress, bitch, show me your disgusting fat body."

The blonde immediately stripped laying her clothes neatly on a chair.'

"Kneel."

The blonde woman knelt in front of Damian. He put a collar he had taken from his cupboard on her. The bitches' pussy was hot and wet from Damian's commands, from her nakedness before him, from wearing his collar; from realizing that she was Damian's to do with as he pleased. Damian of course did not for a minute realize the symbolism of a collar. He had just put it on because he liked the way a woman looked wearing a collar.

"What is your name bitch?"

"Marie, Sir."

"Lie on your back, Marie."

Marie found the usage of her name extremely erotic and overpowering. She was proud of herself feeling she had already impressed this strange Master in such a short time to the extent he was using her name. Damian parted Marie's thighs as far as he could. Marie, being a good slave, tried to part them even more. The stretching of her muscles caused her pain but she took it for him. Damian walked around her watching how she lay there, watching the curves of her body, looking at the perfect shape of her breasts. At this moment in time he was so concentrated on Marie that nothing else existed. 

He bent down and kissed her, soft and gentle. His tongue pushed itself into her mouth, her tongue becoming one with Damian's. His hands moved over her body, gently caressing her. Marie gave herself completely over to Damian. She knew she would try to please this man completely. The touch of Damian's hands on her body made her shiver and tremble in anticipation of what he was going to do next.

Damian's hand slowly went down to her cunt, caressing her breast, her belly, all of her body on its path to Marie's pearl of love. His right hand started to massage her breast; his left hand fingers circled her clit without touching it, just teasing it. Her fluids were running down her legs. Marie had hardly felt such arousal as was going through her body at this moment, she started to beg to Damian, "Please Sir, take me, I need you." 

"Not yet."

Marie needed relief, her whole body screaming for sex. "Please, please Sir, I beg of you take me, I need it."

Damian's right hand slapped her across the face just once, but hard, his hand leaving a red mark where his palm had joined briefly with her flesh.

"You need it? Do you really think anyone cares about what you need? You are just a whore; a whore I use to relieve myself. "

Marie's disobedience had annoyed Damian, she needed to be punished. Gone was the tenderness and softness.

He took her by the wrist and dragged her across the floor towards the bed, the bed in which Slut was lying looking with great interest at what was happening. Marie begged, cried for forgiveness, "Sir please, have mercy on me. I will obey next time." 

Damian hardly heard her voice. He did not listen to her. Damian had realised if he would, she would use it next time, if there was to be a next time that is. She would lose respect for him, think less of him as a Master. She might be asking and begging for forgiveness but she was only testing the strength and conviction of Damian. He could not give in without betraying himself. Right now showing mercy would be showing weakness. Damian bound Marie belly down. He bound her legs to the top of the bed and her arms to the bottom. Slut was in the way now, he could not freely let go while in his mind he was afraid of accidentally hurting his slave. Damian had no problems whatsoever in hurting Slut, giving her pain, making her bleed, but it had to be because he wanted it, not by accident. Out of the corner of his eyes Damian could see a chair in the corner of the room,

"Slut, go and sit over there on the chair."

Damian took a cane and started to tease Marie with it, slowly dragging it across her back, hitting her very softly. She started to get excited again very fast; pain was an aphrodisiac for Marie and the anticipation of pain even more. A sharp, fast move of Damian's wrist and the cane landed on her back, again and again the cane came down across her back and bottom. Damian was not hitting full force, he was just warming her up. He was filled with pure lust...seeing her body lying there bound excited him. He bent over and slipped a finger into Marie's wet pussy sliding it deep inside her. Pulling his finger out he wiped her juices across her own face and lips before forcing his finger into her mouth allowing her to taste how hot she was. 

Marie started to lick and suck on his finger as if it was a cock. Damian pulled his finger from her mouth and again wiped it across her face and lips, this time coating her with her own saliva.

Damian loosened Marie's arms and forced her on her knees with her legs still tied. He stood in front of her pulling her head back. She knew what was coming and opened her mouth. Damian pushed his erect penis to her mouth and Marie started to kiss the head of his cock with her soft lips, before tasting it with her tongue as she ran it in circles over the hot flesh. She parted her lips and hungrily swallowed his cock deep in her throat; her sucking was hard and full of hunger and need. It was not long before Damian started to feel himself close to reaching an orgasm.




Damian Ch. 02



"No, stop."

He pushed Marie's head away.

"You are not worthy of my sperm, that is only for my slave."

He walked over to Slut, who was still sitting in the chair. Inserting his cock between her lips, he came inside his slave's mouth. Eagerly Slut drank deep enjoying the rich, sweet taste of his semen. Damian caressed Slut's hair lovingly, pulled her hair back and kissed her deeply. His taste was still on her mouth but it was drowned in the sweetness of her lips and the silkiness of her tongue. Damian felt a hunger for his slave that was incredible. Already the bonds between them had grown deeper than he had experienced with any woman. He did not really understand what had occurred, but he was as tied to her as she was to him. 

"My love, let's play together with this whore... pick up a cane and enjoy the sweet taste of pain and despair together."

"Yes Master."

Slut lifted herself from the chair, and walked slowly towards Marie. Damian's slave was still very weak, but she was determined to not fail her Master. It was her determination and will that kept her on her feet. Slut picked up the same cane that Damian had used before and pushed Marie back down on to her belly. The cane landed hard on Marie's butt and the effect was a small scream of pain. Damian took another cane from the cupboard and stood on the other side of the bed, his cane also descending on Marie's bottom. It took them only a second to find a rhythm together as if this had been meant to be, as if they were meant to do this together.

Damian had just discovered sharing the giving of pain together with Slut was almost as fulfilling to him as giving pain to Slut. Without her involvement his hunger had barely been fed, but now with Slut, his hunger was slowly disappearing. He did not understand the strange bond that had occurred between them. He felt a deep and complete connection between them, going deeper then anything he had felt. The feelings ran deep and true, and that only after one day. Already he could not imagine his life without her; already his soul hungered for hers.

Slowly their rhythm increased in pace, and the cries of despair and pain from Marie became louder and louder. Slut was rapidly losing her strength and Damian could see that she needed a break. With a gesture of his hand he signalled Slut to stop caning Marie. He untied the helpless woman who was now clothed in bruises and welts. His hands covered her back. Damian gently stroked her welts and bruises, proudly admiring the painting in black and blue that he and Slut had created on Marie's back. 

Damian's eyes wandered from Marie's back to Slut. She looked tired and extremely beautiful. He wanted her; he wanted her badly. His hunger for pain had been replaced with lust for his slave, he wanted her, he needed her, his body shouted to hold her, to stroke her, to take what was rightfully his and use it for his own pleasure.

Damian threw Slut on top of Marie's bruised and broken body and spread her legs forcefully; his male member was fully erect and eagerly awaiting entrance to Slut's dark cave of lust and love. He took her hard and fast, only thinking of his own pleasure and not expecting to give anything back to Slut. Taken over completely by lust and need for his slave's body, he hardly noticed the 'discomfort' he was giving Marie. Damian felt as if he were 18 again, a young sex god playing with one of his followers. It did not take him long to cum inside his slave's pleasure palace, flooding it with his semen, then dropping exhausted on Slut.

Damian pushed himself up and gently lifted is slave. He kissed her and then put her softly on the bed next to Marie. Without saying a word he untied Marie.

"What are you doing here? I am done with you; go, get dressed and piss off."

Marie rapidly tried to get dressed but her dress had been torn to shreds by Damian's whip. There was not much left of it. Her back was covered in black and blue, and red markings from the whip were running all over her body. Damian took his wallet and threw some money towards Marie. 

"Take a taxi...and go wait outside. I have had enough of you for one day."

"May I call you, Sir? I would like to repeat this experience with you."

"I told you to go," Damian's voice was harsh. "If I need you for anything I will call, but if I were you I would not spend too much time waiting next to the phone."

Her eyes filled with tears. Biting them back, trying not to lose more of her dignity than she had already lost, Marie ran away, desperately trying to cover her body with her shredded dress. But Damian had already forgotten about her, his attention back on his slave. He lay himself next to his slave and took her in his arms, and together they fell asleep, another day they had survived and deepened the bond between them.

Rinng, Rinng...The sound of a phone awoke Damian. It seemed to him he had just closed his eyes only to be woken again. Half asleep, he picked up the phone on the night stand next to the bed.

"Frank."

"Frank? Can I have Tigress on the phone? You can tell your Mistress that Bruce wants to talk with her."

"Mistress? You must have the wrong phone number. The only one here besides me is Slut, and she is not a Mistress, she is my slave."

For a couple of seconds it stayed quiet on the other end.

"Give me Tigress."

"Call back when you have learned manners."

Damian slammed down the phone, turned on his side facing Slut and tried to fall back to sleep. Just before weariness got the better of him, his mind strayed as he wondered who this Bruce was, and what he wanted from Slut.



Damian Ch. 03



A ray of light cut through the darkness of the room hitting Damian straight in the eyes as he slowly awoke to the morning. It took him awhile to become orientated; he was still not used to sleeping in this huge bed, and enormous luscious room. It was Sunday, the weekend was almost over and he had to be back at work on Monday. Sure Slut had told him she was rich and her money was now his, but it did not feel right to him just to stop working like that. 

His fantasies had been fulfilled in a very short period of time. He had become wealthier than he could ever have dreamed, he had gained a beautiful woman, no, slave, and he’d come in contact with a part of himself he had hidden away for years. But it had been too easy, his life had changed too sudden, and it had all fallen into his hands seemingly out of thin air with no real effort on his part. That was not how Damian had been brought up, you worked for what you wanted, and things did not come that easy.

Damian pulled the sheets off the bed and took a good long look at his slave. Again her beauty astounded him, he would never have even thought of approaching a woman who looked like Slut, thinking her unreachable. He would not have wasted any energy on attempting to gain what was unattainable. This had been his approach to life, go for what you can get and move slowly forwards, take baby steps and in the end all of the baby steps together would make a giant leap. 

“Slut, wake up.”

“I am not asleep Master.”

“I am loaded with questions, I need to know more, need to understand that which seems to come to me. This cloak of dominance I am wearing feels so comfortable to me. But I do not understand it; I am not in control. My feelings are, my instinct, the dominance flows out of me but I am not the one directing the stream. This I cannot accept.”

“I do not understand Master, I have never experienced what you are describing. The club has an extensive library on dominance, might I suggest going there to research your feelings Master?”

“The club being the bar where you picked me up?”

“Yes Master, I am one of the founding members, since you own me you are a member if you so desire.”

“What is this club, I thought it was a bar, maybe a nightclub with some ‘kinky’ visitors?”

The club is many things to many people Master. To most it is a place where you can dress up, play some fantasies out and relax. To others it is a place where Dominants meet, show off their submissives, and talk about which is the most effective torture to use. To a select few the club is more than that, it is a place to meet, to talk, and discuss ideas, strategies, and is a home away from home. It is a circle where etiquette and rules dominate, where the strongest lead and the weak are eaten.”

“Good, let’s go. I have a lot of questions that need to be answered.”

“There is only one problem Master. They will not allow you entrance dressed as you are. You will need to wear appropriate attire. If you so desire I can have a suit ready for you within a couple of hours.”

“Well, what are you waiting for woman? Arrange what needs to be arranged and do not bother me with details.”

“Yes Master.”

Several hours, and a lot of phone calls later, Damian dressed in a black suit, and Slut dressed in a collar and leash, left for the club. At the entrance to the club, the same bodyguard from the previous night was standing at the door. On seeing Damian leading Slut by collar and leash, he bowed and opened the door. “Good morning Sir, hope you will have a fruitful and pleasant stay”. Damian heard the voice of the bodyguard but his mind did not register, it was filled with questions, questions, and more questions. 

They entered through the same doorway which had begun the dramatic change in his life only two days earlier. It did not feel like two days to Damian, he could hardly remember how his life had been before. Slut led him through a series of passages until they stood in front of an ivory white door. It was a plain door. In the middle of the door at eye height, was a knocker made of black cast iron, a beautiful lifelike representation of male genitalia. Damian took a deep sigh, his mind filled with the possible horrors that might lay behind the door, but also with the hope that it would hold the answers he was so desperately searching for. The knocker thudded on the door, although Damian hardly put any force to it, the sound reverberating throughout the hallway. 

For the following weeks Damian and Slut entered an almost uniform life of pure bliss. In the morning she would drive him to work, wait for him to finish work, then drive him home. After dinner, which she prepared specially for him, they would normally go for an hour or two at the club for Damian’s research, then Damian would feed both of their needs, fulfilling their hunger. The weekends were filled with actions that most would find too perverted even to speak of, let alone do, and now and then it would involve Mary who had become a regular in their life. His life had never been better for Damian, even his career seemed to skyrocket; the changes inside him had not remained unseen by others. 

Damian had made Frank, his everyday persona, more secure, more efficient, and more controlled in his actions. Gone were the days where he would come in half drunk from a night of carnivorous pleasures combined with booze. Damian was happy and fulfilled. If nothing had happened to change that, he would have remained like that the rest of his life. But something did happen, something unforeseen and tragic; something which would change Damian’s and Slut’s life forever.

It was a beautiful Sunday morning; Damian looked nervously at his watch, it was getting late and he did not want to spoil the surprise he had prepared for Slut, and their guest was not present yet. Where was Ebony? She was supposed to lead the naming ceremony. Damian had researched dominance and 24/7 relationships and found the naming ceremony and its place, in the lives of people such as they were. He had decided that it was time for him and Slut to enter a new phase in their relationship, she had given him a new life, she had made him whole….never before in his life had he believed in love, never had he even thought it was possible to feel another’s soul. But that was just what had happened between him and Slut, she had become his other half. He could be in a room full of people and would know instinctively where she was standing, he could feel her sensations and emotions, and sometimes he could even sense her thoughts. Never had he thought something like this was possible, but here it was. Damian was a cold hearted bastard, a sadistic pig with an ego bigger then any skyscraper, he loved giving pain to Slut, he would get aroused by her screams, the more he would deliver, the bigger his excitement and arousal. But he was also madly in love with her; she had become the centre of his universe.

Finally the doorbell rang. Slut was upstairs in complete sensory deprivation; she could not hear anything, feel anything, her world in darkness and silence. Damian had bought a special booth for this purpose, which he enjoyed using with her. He crossed quickly to the door, and on opening it found it was Marie.

“Oh, it is you; I had hoped it would have been Ebony”.

“I am sorry, Master”.

Marie had become the property of Damian and Slut. She had been placed in the lowest position in the household, although she did not live with them. In fact Damian had given her to Slut to play with. He’d noticed although Slut was his totally, her needs could not be completely fulfilled by being his slave alone, she also needed to dominate another. Damian had grown as a Dominant, and as a person, he had become more in touch with himself and understood so much better what was expected of him. Slut was his responsibility; there was nothing she would not try to do for him. He did not need to ask, only mention, he didn’t need to check on her, if he told her to do something she would. But for this power he had gained responsibility for her wellbeing mentally, physically, and in all ways. 

“It’s OK Marie, you have done nothing wrong, I was just hoping it would have been the ceremony master. Undress and open the door when the doorbell rings.”

Finally, after what seemed like hours to Damian, but which in reality was hardly more than a couple of minutes, the doorbell rang and on Marie opening the door, Ebony entered the room. Her Skin was so black it had a blue tint, her breasts large and well formed. For a woman in her forties she was in remarkable shape, but what was more impressive than her appearance was her aura, it radiated dominance. She was a Domme, there was no doubt about it, and even if she hadn’t brought three male subs with her, everyone would have known. Ebony snapped her fingers and the three male slaves dropped to their knees in front of her. She had instructed them very carefully what was to happen. The male subs were all strong, healthy, good looking, men and all of them were naked and visibly excited.

“Well Damian, what are you waiting for, let’s gets this started”.

“Your right Ebony, I was waiting eagerly for your arrival so we could begin the festivities.”

Ebony and Damian spoke as equals, which in itself was a victory for Damian. Ebony was one of the most influential and respected members of the club. In the last couple of weeks she had become his friend. Although she had not become his official mentor, the conversations and exchange of ideas between the two of them had taught Damian many things. The most important she had been able to convey, had been the idea that with great strength comes great responsibility.

Damian went to his torture room and turned on the light a he opened the door to the booth in which Slut was locked. The light temporarily blinded her, as she stood tied to the wall with dildo and butt plug in place.

“My lord you have come, I was afraid you would leave me here.”

Damian did not respond, saying nothing, silence his torture of choice; he blindfolded her pulling her to her feet. Ebony’s subs made no sound, they did not move, as Damian entered the room again, Slut guided gently but firmly by his hand interwoven in her hair.. Their part in the celebrations had excited them and they were eagerly waiting the moment for which they had been invited. Damian forced Slut to kneel, blindfolded as she was; she had no idea what was awaiting her. 

Damian looked to Ebony and nodded. Snapping her fingers again, the sound causing Slut to cringe, one of the male subs walked to where Slut knelt, forcing his large penis inside her mouth. Slut knew the moment the cock’s head entered her mouth it was not her Master’s. It was the first time Damian had allowed any other man but himself to touch her. The realization she was sucking a dick that did not belong to her Master caused her to hesitate. Immediately Damian whipped her back.

“Suck you bitch,” his voice loud but emotionless.

Being used by a complete stranger excited Slut. For the first time since being taken by her Master she had another man’s cock inside her. She resumed sucking the dick, excited by the idea of touching and sucking a dick that did not belong to her Lord; excited to be used.

Slut was quite aroused by now, happily sucking on the big cock in her mouth as her Master wished. It was then Damian pulled her away and threw her on the coffee table, belly down. Ebony snapped again, this time one of the other male subs took Slut from behind, in her ass; he also was quite large. His shaft glistened from the lubricant and entered quite easily as he began fucking her. Once again one of the male subs pushed his cock in Slut’s mouth, the moment it entered she realized she was to be taken by two men. This turned her on enormously and her juices were running down her legs. The dick she was sucking was so big she could not get it fully in her mouth, but she tried and did her best. The third sub turned his attention to the hole that was left. By now Slut was excited beyond caring; when he slowly started to push his tool into her pussy Slut started to make sounds of pleasure. Damian took a hairbrush he had put for this purpose next to the coffee table, and started to hit her on her back. This made her silent but also excited her even more. Slut was a real masochist, she loved receiving pain as much as Damian loved to deliver it.

Ebony’s subs were fucking Slut’s ass, pussy and mouth. She could feel the two big cocks moving around so close together and the size of them combined made it almost unbearable for her. The male sub in her ass could not hold back anymore, he pulled his dick out of her and moved so he could cum all over her face. Slut could feel the warm semen running down her face but did not forget her duty to the man in her mouth as she continued to suck vigourously. The absence of the spent sub left more room for the remaining one to fuck Slut harder and deeper in her pussy, so much so it became too much for her and she came, her juices flowing from her pussy. Her excitement communicated itself to the sub. Taking his cock from her pussy, he came over her back. By now semen covered her face and back, she was awash with it. Following suit, it didn’t take long for the third sub to cum also, taking his cock out of Slut’s mouth as his cum joined that of his fellow owned sub on Slut’s back 

“Marie, come here and clean Slut, you know how.” Marie’s tongue licked the rich fluids from Slut’s back. Ebony’s fingers snapped again, and the tongues of the male subs soon joined Marie’s, Slut revelling in the sensation of four tongues licking and cleaning her all over. Damian spread Slut’s legs apart and himself fucked her deep in her pussy. Being very excited from what he had just orchestrated with Ebony’s help, it did not take him long to cum inside her. Damian removed her blindfold. Blinded once again by the light she looked around to see who the other men were. While his sperm still dripped from her pussy, Damian ordered Slut to put on her slave garment, which consisted of a short black leather skirt, and a small leather bra. 

“From now on, in presence of these witnesses, I name you Catalina.” Damian’s voice was loud and clear.

“I have witnessed your naming, from now on she is known as Catalina.” First Ebony announced in a clear voice, her male subs echoing her sentence, followed by Marie.

“Catalina you are not allowed to wash, take a shower or clean yourself until I tell you understand?” Damian asked.

Catalina looked dazed, and she answered in a very soft whisper. “Yes my Lord”. 

“I think it is time for us to leave; we have done what we were supposed to”. Ebony turned around and walked rapidly, but elegantly towards the door. Just before she left she turned around once. “Consider yourself lucky Damian to have found that which has eluded so many, you have found love where there was only hatred”. With these last words, she exited.

Damian looked into the eyes of his beloved; he had never felt so fulfilled or happy in his life. He heard the tinkling of broken glass just before the world turned completely black on him.

“Wake him up, it is time.”

The contents of a bucket of water were thrown in Damian’s face, waking him from his dark sleep in a state of confusion. 

“Have a nice nap Damian? It has been a while, so long since I have seen you.”

Damian who was hanging by chains against a wall, looked up to see Bruce; The room was dark with no windows, if it were not for the torches, he would have seen nothing. The scent of death and foulness was so strong that it made him gag in revulsion. Damian could see just beyond the light of the torches, shadows moving. 

“What are you waiting for, kill me and get it over and done with.”

“Kill you, why would I want to do that? What a boring revenge would that be, no my dearest enemy you are not going to have such an easy escape. I am not going to kill you, quite the contrary I am going to make you my slave.”

Damian looked into the fiery red eyes of Bruce, he was not sure what the other was saying and did not really care, “Fuck you, where is Catalina?”

“Catalina, Catalina what did I do what that girl? My memory is not what it used to be before someone stole from me what should have been mine,” the last said in pure anger and hatred. “You crossed me when you stole Tigress from me, you crossed me in the club, you crossed me when you refused to accept me as your superior. You are going to pay, pay with a pound of flesh and a gallon of blood”.

“What did you do to Catalina? I swear if you have touched Catalina…”

Before Damian could finish his sentence Bruce replied.

“What are you going to do, kill me, plant a sword in my chest, what can you do you little man, don’t you know what I am, don’t you realize how futile it is for you to resist me? I have the blood of a god running in me. I am a true Dominant. It is time, light the room.”

Torches were lit all over the room, and the light of the torches flooded every recess of the room. In the middle of the room was a stone altar, bound on it Catalina lay naked and completely immobilized, gagged so she could not make a sound. 

“Nooo let her go this is between us, not her, leave her alone!” Damian screamed in agony seeing his slave in that vulnerable position out of his reach, his protection. 

A smile crossed Bruce’s face; he was enjoying this.

“Let her go? No, I will use her for my first lesson. I am going to teach you what it means to cross me.”

“No you bastard, I am going to kill you, no, Catalina I love you. I swear I am going to kill you….Catalina…Catalina!” Damian screamed in agony pulling on his chains trying to get loose.

“Gag him, he is boring me, and cut his eyelids off, we would not want him to miss anything would we now?”

Bruce took a whip from one of the racks, it was a long single tail. He gave one practice swing with it. “Remove her gag I want to hear her scream, I want him to hear her scream.”

The whip descended on Catalina’s breasts, teasing, not with force, just flicking, hardly touching her. Catalina was not going to scream, she knew that was what that monster wanted; she was not going to give him that pleasure. Again the whip descended with much more force, cutting into her flesh. It felt to Catalina as if a hot knife was cutting into her but she kept her vow to herself. She did not make a sound. It was the only way she had to fight back. The whip descended over and over on her, on her breasts, her belly, her legs, not one place of her was left untouched. Her body felt as if it was on fire, the pain worse than anything she could even have imagined possible, but stubbornly she kept silent, holding on against all odds. Finding strength where only women can find it deep within herself, using her love for Damian to keep going. Again and again the whip descended.

“Scream you bitch, scream I want to hear you scream!” Bruce was furious, he could not accept Catalina fighting back like this. His face twisted in anger; he hit her again and again, over and over the whip descended on her following its merciless path.

Catalina knew she was going to die, was looking forward to it, she wanted to die to have the agony end, to end the pain, to not have to see her lover in agony looking at her suffering. Damian tried with every cell in him to get loose, the chains cutting into his wrist and blood ran down his arms. But to no avail, whatever he tried he could not get loose, and even if he would have, it would not have helped him. Catalina was starting to lose consciousness, the pain and the loss of blood were too much for her. Where she got the strength to fight back and not scream only the gods would know, but she was holding on to her pride. The only sounds that could be heard was the whip descending on her, cutting more and more flesh. Her whole body was bleeding now.




Damian Ch. 03



Bruce stopped, “OK you bitch, you think you can stand up against me, you think you can take my vengeance away from me , we will see?” 

Bruce raised his hands, and clapped. Servants entered the room and started to clean the wounds of Catalina using balms and healing powders. 

“Now we will start all over, see how long you can stand it. Whenever you hurt too much I will heal you bitch, you will scream, I will make you pay.”

Catalina knew he would not let her die; he would whip her and then bring her back from the brink of death over and over again. The whip started to descend again on her. Although she knew the futility of her resistance it was all that was left to her. She could not scream, the pain cut into her, her body was on fire, the pain engulfed her, it reached every part of her, and she could even feel it in her soul. But she could not surrender, she could not scream, it had gone beyond resistance or stubbornness it had become her center her only purpose in life.

“You bitch, you fucking bitch, scream! Fine then, don’t, it does not matter. Look what I am going to do now to your bitch Damian, watch how I will use her for my own pleasure and then give her to my minions to fuck.”

Bruce undid his trousers and thrust his dick forcefully into Catalina. She was tied with legs open and could not fight back or refuse him. It was pure hatred that flowed from Bruce into Catalina with every push of his cock. She could not do anything to stop him, she was completely helpless, but she also could not stop feeling dirty and used. The pain she had felt before was nothing compared to the humiliation he was doing extracting from her. She was degraded to a piece of meat being used for selfish pleasure. Catalina did not feel human anymore, felt less than nothing, his cock penetrating her over and over, his dirty, filthy hands on her gripped her flesh with force.

“Look Damian, look how she is enjoying it, look at your filthy whore.”

Catalina started to cry softly, tears flowing down her cheeks. She felt dirty and used and what Bruce was doing to her now was slowly breaking her spirit. 

It was at that moment she caught the eyes of Damian, their eyes connected and she felt love from him flow into her. She did not feel disgust from him or shame. She felt pride coming from him to her, pride for the strength she had, pride for how she was surviving this ordeal. Bruce finished cumming in her but she did not scream, she had found a new fountain of strength; she could feel Damian, she could borrow strength from him. The world disappeared and the only thing she saw was his eyes. The first of Bruce’s minions took his place and used her as he would a whore, fucking her in her holes, cumming in her. Another took his place, how long this lasted she did not know, how many used her she did not know, sometimes it was more than one who used her, every hole she had was filled. It went on for hours and hours and at the end she passed out.

She was awoken crudely with a slap to her face, and her ordeal started afresh. It followed the same pattern as before, she was whipped until her body could not take anymore to then be healed. Then the second ordeal began, monster after monster taking and using her body. It went on for days, both of them force fed and water poured down their throats. Whenever one of them were too hurt or on the brink of dying they would be revived. Both lost sense of time, both did not know how long it had been since they had seen daylight. Then after what seemed years, Bruce came again.

“I hope the both of you have enjoyed so far this bright new experience, it is just step one of my vengeance. It is time for the second phase.”

Bruce went to Damian dangling exhausted in the irons, Damian’s wrists had become a jungle of scars, his face distorted by the torture he has seen his lover take, his body ached from hanging there, but his spirit was still unbroken. Bruce had made one mistake, he had underestimated the strength of the love between Catalina and Damian.

End of chapter 3