****** Tormenting Rage 4: To Fear by Rage ******
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Tormenting Rage 4: To Fear

Rage stepped into the darkened room, silent barefoot steps carrying her to,
what she hoped was the center of the room. Her hand reaching to the tie of her
robe and pulling on it to release the knot in it. It falls open and reveals the
cream colored skin underneath. The soft swell of her large breasts with the
coral pink nipples hardening in the cool air of the room, the soft rise of her
shaven mound. Dropping her shoulders back she let the robe slip from her arms
and caught it in her hands as it fell behind her. Not once letting it touch the
floor as she turned and laid it on the wooden chair beside her. She was glad
her night vision was good or she wouldn't have seen it.

She could feel her Master sitting somewhere in the room, but she couldn't tell
where. She also knew that he was watching her. She lowered herself slowly to
her knees and spread them wide, the soft pink folds of flesh visible to him.
Arching her back just enough that her breasts were offered to him. Raising her
head in the pride of her submission, she lowered her sky blue eyes. Then placed
her hands behind her, keeping straight.

She knelt there for a long time. Not knowing what was going on. He didn't seem
to move, or she didn't hear the soft sounds that would tell her he was moving.
She knew better than to move though, if she so much as shifted he would
consider it an offense and punish her.

Suddenly she heard his voice come from the darkness. "Why do you come to me?
Why do you submit to me?"

She thought for a moment, her heart beating faster from the deep rich sound of
his voice. "Because you own me Master. I am your slut, whore, bitch, cunt, Your
toy to play with. I submit to you because you are the one who owns me."

"Why do I own you, bitch?" He demanded anger in his voice.

"Because you broke my will, took my body as yours and made me your slave,
Master." Her voice was soft in the room.

"And if I demanded your body and gave it to another?"

She shivered and not from the chill in the room. She had known this would come,
but she had hoped it wasn't right now. She took a few deep breaths and spoke "I
am your slave, Master. This body is yours to do with as you please."

"Do you fear me, rage?" He hissed from across the room.

"No Master, I do not fear you." She was proud to tell him that. Fear was the
one thing that got in her way.

"Then after tonight, you will."

Suddenly, she was forced to bend over her knees, by a hand that pressed her
neck forward and down. She pressed her head into the floor felt whoever it was,
cuff her hands together behind her. "Serve well, bitch. And there are no
safewords tonight."

Rage shook at his words wondering what he sought to teach her this time. She
didn't know why he wanted her to fear him. She was happy being his. So why make
her fear him at all? But then as she thought about it longer, he always had his
reasons and always left her remembering his strength and his love for her.

She knelt there waiting for whatever was about to happen. A hand closed around
her arms and pulled her to her feet. Forced to walk on her tip toes, slightly
bent over from the way her arms were held. Her long blond hair hung over her
face as she closed her eyes and tried to remain calm.

Yelping, in surprise, when she was picked up and dropped on a table. Her legs
were pulled open and shackled in a wide v-shape. Her collar was then locked to
the table. She lay on her back, her arms pinned under her as she tried to calm
her heart beat. Master had never been this rough with her. She wished she could
see the man's face. Then she would be calm.

"You aren't in control here, bitch. You don't know what will happen because not
even I know what will happen tonight. It just will. You are mine and I will
make sure you respect that." Her Master told her. His voice coming from the
other side of the room as she felt a hand close on her right breast and pinch
the nipple. Twisting the hardening nub, as she arched and cried out from the
sharp stab of pain that shot through her. Just as suddenly, the hand left.

Fear struck her and she bit her lip. Master had never given her to another, nor
allowed anyone to touch her at all. She wasn't sure she liked this at all. She
was about to scream 'thunder strike', her safeword, when she remembered he
wasn't allowing them tonight. Her fear rose. She hated it when he wouldn't
allow her the choice of ending the scene, especially when he pushed her past
her limits.

Trying to move her head she realized that by the way her collar was locked to
the table she couldn't move her head much. She was forced to lay there and
stare at the ceiling. Waiting was the hardest part, the longer that she waited
for something to happen the more her fear rose. Her heart was pounding in her
chest as she lay there.

"Do you feel the fear, rage? Not knowing what is going to happen," her Master
laughed. "Would it help if I told you that the man watching you right now, has
a large knife and will probably kill you if I wanted it? Would that make you
fear him more?"

Something cold and metal, slid along the inside of her thigh as she lay there.
She bit her lip to keep from making a sound. She held herself still, despite
the fact that she wanted to jump out of her skin. The knife traced a path up
her leg, as a hand separated her folds, baring her entrance and her clit. She
bit her lip harder as she squeezed her eyes tight. Fear clenching in her
stomach, as the flat of the tip was laid across her clit.

Suddenly she the man released her bindings, and carried her back to the middle
of the room, he set her on her feet and shackled her wrists into the chains
that hung above her. Then he knelt and chained her ankles to the eye hooks that
were bolted to the floor. She was spread wide to him. Fear clutching her
stomach as she tried not to lower her head.

The whip crack sounded like an explosion in the room. She winced, her eyes
going wider. Stomach churning as fear gripped her and made her heart pound in
her chest. Master knew she was terrified of whips. The last time he had even
tried to use it on her she had passed out. She began to shake and tears came to
her eyes.

"THUNDERSTRIKE, MASTER. THUNDERSTRIKE, PLEASE DON'T DO THIS!! MASTER, PLEASE
NO!" She screamed as she fought her bonds and tried to get free. The stranger
grabbed her chin and forced her head up as she felt his tongue on her neck, he
whispered into her ear.

"Fear not the whip, rage. Fear me. Fear the hand that holds the whip and guides
it along your lovely flesh. Fear the strike but don't fear the whip." He
released her as she hung sobbing in the chains. He cracked the whip again as
she began to shake. Her Master called out to her. "Give me your fear, rage.
Fear what I have told him to do. Fear my will over yours. No safewords tonight,
bitch. Only my will."

She wanted to scream and beg him to stop again. But she knew he wouldn't. He
had his plan, and she would never be able to stop what he had planned. She
struggled in the chains as the whip cracked four more times in rapid
succession. Silently she prayed to every god she ever knew of. Hoping one would
answer her pleas. She fainted as she heard the whistle of the whip strike and
screamed at the blinding flash of pain as the whip lanced across her ass. She
arched away from the blow and fought her chains even harder.

The next lash was harder and she hung limp in her chains as she wailed and
screamed for mercy. Her head was swimming in a panic fog and she couldn't fight
her way free. She was so dizzy and knew that one more strike she would faint.

The strike came with more pain, her ass was on fire as she passed out.

She came to several times to the whip falling across her ass or high on her
thighs. Staying conscious only for a couple more strikes before she was pressed
back into the darkness. The last time she came to she was laying over her
Master's knee, he was rubbing the fire from her ass and playing with her clit.
She moaned softly, through her tears as he brought his hand down on her abused
flesh. Once, twice, three times, four. She struggled weakly on his lap.

"You will not fear me, rage. You will not have fear of anything I do to you. If
I use the whip, the cat, the vibrator. It is because I want to give you what
you crave." His hand falling with each word, his fingers thrusting into her as
she began to whimper. "Cum for me, bitch."

She came violently arching and screaming her release as he pulled her into his
arms and held her. Rocking her, as his arms wrapped around her as he kissed and
nuzzled her neck. When it was over and she was limp in his arms she whispered
softly. "Thank you Master."

"I never asked you, rage, because I didn't want a lie." he turned her face to
him and kissed her lips softly. "Do you trust me?"

"I do now, Master." And she knew she spoke the absolute truth.

"I love you, rage," he whispered into her ear.

"I love you, Master and trust you completely." she smiled softly, closing her
eyes.

"And if I ever think you don't, rage. Next time you will learn real fear." he
claimed her mouth and thrust his fingers deeply into her. She came many times
that night, and learned her lesson well. She never feared him and always
trusted him.

~END~

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