0 comments/ 23779 views/ 0 favorites Saving His Kat Ch. 01 By: Lydia_Rogue Chpt. 1 - Markus They say you can't die of a broken heart, that you only wish you would die. They also say that if you love someone, set them free, and if they don't come back they were never yours. They were wrong about the second. I hope they aren't wrong about the first. It didn't start with Tom. It started with Markus. Emily and I had gone out for a couple of drinks on a girl's night out. The bar was noisy and crowded. I don't like dancing as much as they do, so I was nursing a drink at the bar, thinking on my lover. Jack was nice, but I needed something more. As wonderful as he was, I liked pain, I liked being dominated. I was terrified of it, as my first master had abused me. I still bore the scars from that relationship. Jack didn't like that at all, I knew that. Yet, I needed to get past my fear and accept who I am. "Hello." I jumped as I was pulled suddenly from my thoughts. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," the man next to me said. He had a dark complexion, dark hair eyes and skin, a strong chin, and a slight stubble. "Hello," I said. "I'm Kat." "I've never seen you here before, are you from out of town?" he asked. "No, I just don't go out much. I'm more of a stay-at-home kind of girl." "Ah, an introvert like myself." He had a very charming smile. "Yeah, something like that." I returned his smile with a shy version of my own. "You want to go outside for a while? It's kind of crowded in here." "Sure." I looked around, but I didn't see Emily. It didn't matter that much though, I wouldn't be out that long. We walked out into the parking lot. It was a nice night. Not too cool and clear enough to see the stars. "So do you have a boyfriend?" I smiled wryly. "Yes. Do you have a girlfriend?" We continued walking around. "No, sadly." He turned towards me and pushed me against a wall. We had walked into an alley without me noticing. "Even sadder is that you have a boyfriend." "What do you-" he pulled a cloth out of his pocket and shoved it in my mouth. "Shut up." He pinned me to the wall with my hands over my head. I struggled to get him off of me. He yanked at my leather pants until the button and zipper broke, then pulled them down. He reached under my thong and grinned darkly, then ripped it off. "Slut, you're wet." I blushed. I heard the rasp of a zipper and he pushed himself inside of me. "And still so tight." I shuddered. "You like that don't you? You like it rough, forced." I whimpered and struggled more, as I felt my orgasm coming on. I closed my eyes and tried to stop enjoying it. But with every thrust my back scraped against the brick wall, and god that felt good. I began to cry when I realized that this was the fastest I'd ever come close to orgasm in over two years. Markus came just as I thought I couldn't hold back any longer. His seed pumped into my pussy as I cried from shame. He let me fall into a heap on the ground, saying "You're a good fuck," as he left. I spat out the gag and curled into a ball, crying. My only condolence was that Emily would start to miss me. She'd come looking for me, I was sure of that. I was in no condition to go back into the club. My pants were torn, makeup smeared, never mind the state of my psyche. It was only about five minutes before I heard Emily calling. "Kat? Kat! Where are you?" "Here," I called weakly. She sounded close. "Oh my god, Kat!" She ran over to where I lay. "Kat, what happened?" "He raped me," I sobbed. "Okay Kat, hang in there." She lifted me with a grunt and carried me towards the car. "We need to go to the hospital. Do you want me to call Jack?" "Yes, please." I hadn't realized how strong Emily was. Then again, weighing just over 100 pounds made it easier to carry me. She laid me down in the backseat of the car and shut the door, pulling out her cell phone. I couldn't hear the conversation, for which I was glad. Emily got into the car. "Jack will meet us at the hospital." She pulled out of the parking lot and sped towards the hospital. "I'll call the police when we get there." At the speed she was going, it wasn't long before I heard sirens behind us. She growled. "They can catch me at the hospital." I heard the tires squeal as she slowed and put the car in park. She got out and picked me up, carrying me through the doors of the emergency room. A nurse rushed over to us. "What happened?" "She was raped, I don't know what else." She looked at my exposed body as if noticing it for the first time. "Her pants are ripped." "Follow me please." We were led to a private room. "Lay her here, then I have paperwork for you. Are you a relative?" "Just a close friend. And I've got a cop that was following me that I need to talk to." "Of course, the paperwork can wait." They left the room. A short time later, another nurse came in. "Hello Katherine, I'm Jane. I've got to take a semen sample and look around a little down there, then I'll show you where you can wash up. Do you think you can handle that?" I nodded and closed my eyes. She was very gentle as she probed around. "All done. You can wash up in here." She led me into the bathroom and handed me a hospital gown. "I'll go see where your friend is." A few minutes later Jack came in with a police officer. "Here are some clothes sweetie." He handed me a bag and I went back into the bathroom to change. "Kat, the officer wants to speak to you for a moment." I came back out. "I just have a few questions ma'am." I answered them, hanging onto Jack for comfort. Jack helped me to the car. "Are you all right?" "Yeah, I'm fine, I just want to go home." We drove home in silence. During the drive home, I realized that I needed to talk to Jack about our sex life. I couldn't put it off any longer. When we got in, Jack stopped me in the foyer. "Are you sure you're all right?" I took a deep breathe. "No. I've been meaning to talk to you about this for a while. I need more when it comes to sex. You are a wonderful lover, but I need pain. I need dominating?" He looked a little confused. "So what, you like a little slap and tickle? I've offered it before and you turned me down." "I couldn't just take a little of it and never have the rest. I need more than a little slap and tickle, I need a master." He showed no outward emotions. "I never faked anything with you Jack, It's just that I've been denying myself for these past two years, and then..." I trailed off. "So what happened caused you to orgasm?" He did not sound happy. But I had to be completely frank with him in hopes that he will understand. "No." "But you were close, weren't you?" His tone was accusatory. I turned away. I had to be truthful, but I didn't want to see his expression. "You must understand Jack, I was trapped against the wall. It hurt, he'd shoved a gag in my mouth, and he was rough - very rough. If it had been consensual, it was the type of sex that turns me on the most. I couldn't stop my body's reaction." I had to look at him. He looked angry. "Did Travis turn you on too? Did that get you off?" I couldn't look at him. He was right. At the time it'd felt good, to an extent. "Jesus Christ Katherine. That's not normal. You need help." "I don't need help! It's not a disease that you can get rid of. I just can't keep denying myself like this. It's part of who I am!" "Then you need to find somewhere else to live." Saving His Kat Ch. 02 Emily was my best friend. If she could have, she would have put me up for as long as necessary. Yet, her parents were here visiting. In a little studio apartment, two people were crowded. Three people were far too many. There was no way I could stay with her. Yet, when I showed up at her door the next morning, she let me in and fed me. "I can't put you up Kat, I'm sorry." I nursed my cup of coffee. "I know Emily, I just didn't know where to go." She leaned across the table and patted my shoulder. "You can always come here." She looked around ruefully at the mess. "But staying here might be an issue." "I understand. Do you know where I could stay for just a little while as I look for an apartment? Natasha is out of town..." "Yeah, I know." She ran her fingers through her brown curls. "Let me make a couple of calls." She grabbed the phone and walked out. I took a sip of my coffee. I couldn't hear what she was saying. Apparently her apartment walls were thicker than my old ones. Though it was still before ten in the morning, Emily's parents were already long gone on some shopping trip or something. "All right, thanks again Tom," Emily was saying as she walked back into the room. "Kat, do you know Tom Jones?" I frowned and tucked a stray lock of blond hair behind my ear. "Yeah, he works with Jack. Why?" I knew him well. He used to call, looking for Jack, and then end up talking to me for hours. I hadn't ever seen much of him, but we talked a lot. "He's looking for a roommate. It could be temporary if you prefer, but you can stay there as long as you need to." I was startled, but cheering on the inside. "Won't that make working with Jack awkward?" He was such a nice guy, I would love to date him. "In his own words: 'Fuck him.'" She sat down next to me. "When you're done with your coffee, I'll show you the way there. Rob said you can take off as much time as you need." Rob was our boss. Emily had called him this morning, called us both in sick. I shook my head. "I'll probably be back at work tomorrow, I don't think I could stand being idle for so long." Dumping the dregs in the sink, I put my mug in the dishwasher. "I'm ready when you are." "Let's go then," Emily said. She led the way out to the parking lot and to our cars. She had to shorten her stride quite a bit so I could keep up. At only five foot two, she was nearly half a foot taller than I. Emily didn't speed this time, though she was close. I followed her closely. I'd never been to Tom's house, and I was sure to get lost. It was a large house, two stories, painted white with red shutters. The lawn was well-groomed with just a few trees. I parked on the street and got out, then followed Emily to the front door. She rang the doorbell. "Don't worry, he's really nice." Tom opened the door and I got a good look at him for the first time in my life. We had talked on several occasions, and I'd seen him in the office when I went to visit Jack. But a suit and tie didn't do him justice. A suit and tie allowed you to appreciate his height (at least a foot taller than me) and his strong jaw line without being distracted, him in jeans and an unbuttoned button-down shirt were enough to strike me speechless. "Kat," Emily hissed in my ear. "Say something." "Hi," I said. Even to me it sounded breathy. "Hey Kat, Emily." He held the door open for us. "Come on in." "Thank you for doing this Tom," I said. He lifted me off the floor in a huge hug. "It's no imposition, really. You can stay as long as you need to." *** I ended up staying longer than I originally planned. Every time I talked about finding my own apartment, the newspaper disappeared. Apparently I wasn't going anywhere without a fight. A week turned into two, which turned into three. The week I had been planning on staying turned into two months without me really trying to move out. I felt safe here. In the two months I'd been living at Tom's, my cooking skills had improved exponentially. Learning Tom could barely boil water made this a necessity. During the two months, I had become much closer to Tom. He never asked about what had happened with Jack. I think on some level he knew it was more than the rape, but he never asked. I had fallen in love with him in those two months. I thought he felt the same. Yet I was terrified. I didn't want to fall in love with someone who might reject me because he thought I was a pervert. I pinched the bridge of my nose. Maybe I should take the chance. Maybe he would be more understanding. I shook my head. It was time to go to bed if I was thinking like this. "Good night, Tom," I said, standing up. We'd been watching the news, but it really was getting late. "Good night, Kat." I went upstairs, got ready for bed and crawled beneath the covers, falling asleep almost instantly. It was dark, Tom wasn't home yet, which was weird because he came home before I did usually. And always before dark. None of the lights in the house were on, it was deathly quiet. No cars, no animals, just silence. I sat on the couch in Tom's house, staring at the blank TV screen. Blank but glowing softly with a black light. The door opened. Not Tom but Jack. Jack was standing there, holding a bloody knife identical to the one that Travis had used to slice up my back - possibly the same one. Jack spoke, but Travis's words came out of his mouth. "There's my little kitty Kat. Where have you been my little kitty?" Jack had never called me his kitty Kat. That was Travis's nickname for me. And I hated it. "Where's Tom?" I asked, my voice breaking with fear. I couldn't see Jack's other hand. I could only see the hand that was holding the knife. I could only see that there was blood dripping down behind him as well as in front of him. He grinned like a mad man. "Here he is my little kitty Kat," he said, revealing his other hand. He was holding Tom's head by the hair, his mouth open in a silent yet eternal scream. It was dripping blood onto the carpet, on to the end of the whip he held in that same hand. A whip. I backed up slowly. "What have you done?" I managed to squeak out. Tom, my wonderful Tom was dead. I never had the chance to tell him, tell him how much I loved him. Now I never would be able to. "I'm protecting you my little kitty Kat." That sounded less like Travis and more like Jack. But who was this man? He didn't act like Jack, he acted like a crazy person. No. He was a crazy man. Jack's mind had broken under some unseen pressure. He stepped closer to me and I screamed as loud as I could, hoping someone would hear. "Kat!" I was being shaken awake. "Kat, are you okay?" "Tom?" I blinked a couple of times to clear my vision, then threw my arms around his neck. I was trembling in fear, crying softly. "You're alive!" "Of course I am sweetie, of course I am." He held me tightly. "Nightmares?" "You were dead." I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "I'm right here Kat, I won't leave you." He stroked my hair and I looked at him. He planted a soft kiss on my lips. "I'll always be here for you." I crawled out from under the covers and snuggled back into his arms. "Don't make promises you might not be able to keep." "I'll never willingly leave you alone, Kat." His next kiss was more urgent, prodding. I opened my mouth to his advances, running my fingers through his short brown hair. There was a tangle of legs as Tom pushed me onto my back, his hands slowly traveling down my body, then up under the large t-shirt I wore to bed. He moved my panties to the side and slipped a finger deep inside my pussy, reaching up to grope my breast with his other hand. "Oooh, Tom," I moaned. He gently nibbled on my neck as he slipped another finger into my pussy. He slowly moved his fingers in and out of me, flicking my clit. I raised my hips to allow deeper penetration. "You like that, don't you?" "Yes, oh god yes." He chuckled and pushed my shirt up with his free hand so my breasts were bare. He licked my left nipple before starting to suck on it. "Jesus Christ, Tom." He chuckled, then kissed his way down my body. When he got to my clit, he started to lick and suck it. I was close. "Tom..." I lost all words when he scraped it gently with his teeth. All I could do was moan as the orgasm shook my body. Tom leaned up and kissed me. "Good night sweetie." I pulled down my shirt and he wrapped his arms around me. "Good night Tom." I fell asleep curled up in his arms. I woke a second time to sunlight streaming through the window. Tom had his arm wrapped around my waist, holding me tight. I snuggled in closer to him. "Good morning beautiful," he whispered. "Morning." I rolled over, facing him. "What time is it?" "Don't know, don't care," he said, kissing my forehead. "They'll call if they get too worried." He wrapped his arms around me tighter. "We really should get up, if only to get breakfast." "But I'm so comfortable..." "I'll make pancakes..." That got him out of bed. Saving His Kat Ch. 03 It had been six months since the night that changed my life. In those months, I had found happiness again. Tom was everything I could have asked for. He loved and cherished me. I loved him with all my heart, yet I couldn't bring myself to share everything with him. I didn't want to see our relationship fall apart because of my desire for him to be my master. I didn't want to see the disgust when he saw my back. The first was easier to hide. I'd been keeping it a secret for over two years. The second was harder to hide. It limited what we could do in bed to little more than me on top or missionary. Tom never complained once, though I know he wondered. Yet, Jack had hated the scars and threw them back in my face when he dumped me. I was in the kitchen, trying to figure out what to make for dinner when Tom called for me. "I'm in the kitchen! Do you need me?" "Yeah, I'm by the phone!" I closed the refrigerator door and went to where he was. "Yes?" He looked upset. He didn't say anything, just pushed a button on the answering machine. "Hey Tom, I heard you have a new girlfriend!" It was Jack. Why did Tom want me to hear this? "She's a good fuck. She's even better at cock sucking. Just one little catch. She likes to be tied up and beaten. Has she shown you her scars yet? Did she tell you how getting them made her horny? If she hasn't, you should ask. Oh, and she tell you the whole story about the night she was raped? Well, you should ask her about that too. I'll see you around, buddy." Click. I was sick to my stomach. I had to concentrate on not throwing up. "Tom..." I whispered. He laid a gentle finger on my lips. "Listen." "Hello my pretty kitty." It was Travis. I didn't hear the rest of the message as I ran to the bathroom. I threw up the contents of my stomach until there was nothing left. I began to sob as I dry-heaved. Tom came in and knelt beside me. "Kat, honey, are you okay?" He touched my back and I flinched away, running into the wall. "I won't hurt you sweetie," he said, stroking my cheek. I sat there sobbing and shaking my head as he came closer. "Come on Kat, let's get you cleaned up." He flushed the toilet and helped me stand. He dampened a washcloth and wiped my face off. "Come on sweetie." He coaxed me into the living room and onto the couch as he got me a glass of water. "I'm sorry Kat; I didn't realize how badly that would affect you." The tears had slowed, but I was still shaking badly. Tom helped me take several sips of water, then put the glass on the coffee table. "It's going to be all right." He pulled me into his arms. "But it's true, what he said. It's true." I held him close, fearing he was going to push me away. Instead, he pulled me closer. "I still love you Kat, never doubt that." I pulled away from him. "Look at me! I am a freak!" I shouted angrily. I pulled off my shirt and bra. "A man abuses me and I ask for more!" I turned around and pulled my hair away exposing my back. "A man rapes me and I enjoy it!" My back was exposed to him, the harsh living room lights showing off every scar on my back. There were hundreds criss-crossing my back, most caused by a whip, but the two longest had been caused by a knife. I stood there trembling, the anger gone, replaced by fear. I didn't want him to leave, but I didn't want our relationship to slowly fall apart either. I would prefer the first if forced to choose. Tom stood and traced one of the scars on my back, first one of the ones going from side to side, then one of the knife scars running down my back. He kissed my shoulders and turned me around to face him. "I don't think you're a freak, Kat." I looked up at him and saw the softest, most loving expression I'd ever seen. My fear began to recede. "Really?" He kissed my forehead, pulling me into his lap as he sat down. "Really." I began to cry a second time, my face buried in his shoulder. He held me close, rubbing my back. For the first time in over two years, I felt no shame in having my back bare to the world. *** Tom held me close as I slowly became calm again. "How are you feeling sweetie?" "Better, much better." "Good enough to talk?" I looked up at him. "Yes. At least, I'll try." "Who was the second caller?" I stiffened, and he tightened his arms around me. "His name is Travis. He gave me the scars on my back, made me call him master." I sighed. "Don't get me wrong, I like pain, bondage, but that was too much. It was abuse, nothing more, and I realize that now." "So Jack..." I shook my head. "Markus raped me six months ago. I had been denying that side of me for two years. Jack had indicated from the start he didn't like the scars. I had been thinking about maybe finding a club where I could get my pain and bondage, then have sex with Jack. After Markus raped me, I thought I could never go back to the vanilla lifestyle. So I brought up the possibility with Jack, and he accused me of liking being raped, of liking being abused. That turned me away from it again, not for good, but for a while. Now that you know, would you be okay with me going to a club like I said?" I looked up, silently pleading him to say yes. He kissed my forehead. "I hope you won't need to. I like that kind of stuff to, but I'd like to do it to you. To tie you down and spank you, tickle you, hurt you..." he trailed off. I sat there, stunned. "I don't... I don't know if I could be whipped again. No blood." He kissed me. "All right sweetie. Would you be okay if we tried the whip, see if you liked it still?" "Slowly, gently, a little at a time," I said. "Of course sweetie, of course." He kissed my forehead. "Do you want to see the basement?" I frowned at him. "I thought you said it was just an unfinished room." He stood and set me down next to him. "It's a dungeon. I thought you might freak out if you accidentally walked down there." He took my hand and led me down the stairs. There was no light until the bottom of the stairs. Tom flipped the switch and light flooded into the room. He wasn't joking when he described it as a dungeon. It had a cross, large four poster bed, spanking bench, chains hanging off the walls, and a few things I had no idea what they were for. "What's through there?" I whispered, gesturing at the door. He led me over there, opening the door to reveal a large bathroom. "I feel so dirty." My dirty thoughts were making my skin feel dirty. Tom chuckled darkly and tugged at my shirt. "You've got to take these off before we can get clean." He took his own shirt off. I stripped my own clothes off as fast as I could, but he was still in the bathroom running a shower by the time I was naked. He surprised me in that the shower was just that -- no sex, just a gentle cleaning of each other. He paid special attention to my back and breasts, his hands gently caressing my body. I did the same to him, paying no special attention to any one part of his body, which seemed to frustrate him, and yet he said nothing. "I won't rush you, Kat," he said when we were toweling off. "We'll take it slow if that's what you want." "I think we've taken it slowly enough," I said as he led me into the dungeon proper. He smiled. "Then just say Katherine if you think I'm going too fast for you, if I'm doing something that you don't like." "Yes sir," I whispered, now trembling from excitement. He kissed me, and then put me up on the bed, laying me out flat. He used scarves to bind my hands above my head. "No blindfold, I want you to see what I'm doing, at least this time." He bound my legs in a similar fashion before disappearing from view. He came back with... a feather? That had me intrigued. What was he going to do with that? He tickled me with it mercilessly. He knew all my ticklish spots -- and now he used that knowledge against me. I couldn't stop laughing as I tried to squirm away. He would slow down for a moment to let me catch my breath, but then immediately start up again. The last time he paused, he was tickling my thighs, right near the V where my thighs and hips met -- the most ticklish spot on my body. After I caught my breath, he lazily moved the feather along my slit -- which was already soaked, much to my surprise. I tried to move my body against the feather to create more pressure, but it did no good. "Someone's eager," he said, grinning as he climbed up next to me. He'd learned to read me well over the months and knew I was more than ready. He straddled me, cock hard and ready. But rather than taking me, he sucked on my nipples, making them stand erect. He started to rub his hard cock against me and then showed me a pair of clothespins. "These all right my little one?" "Yes sir," I said, eyes growing wide. He chuckled and clipped them to my nipples. I yelped in surprise, but he thrust into me as he was attaching the second one and I was lost in the pleasure. He thrust into me a few times and I could feel my orgasm building. "You may cum when you wish," he whispered in my ear, then removed one of the clothespins. I screamed and as that scream faded, he removed the other. I screamed a second time as I orgasmed. I thrashed and struggled against my bonds to no avail. He orgasmed as I did, filling me full of his seed. I gasped and panted, struggling against the scarves for a moment. Tom untied me, and then led me upstairs to our bedroom where we fell asleep.