****** Tormenting Rage 5: The Fight by Rage ******
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Tormenting Rage 5: The Fight

She had to go to work, not that she wanted to. She sat at her desk all day
thinking of how her Master had taught her how he had made her his. She should
have been concentrating on her work, but she wasn't. He could make her dance to
his tune, he made her fear him, and then he'd show a gentle hand to her. She
had never felt so alive. He had made her his slave and she couldn't wait for
him to return.

"Rage," Mrs. Thomas called to her as rage finally looked up from her day
dreams.

"Yes, Ma'am?" She asked softly.

"You still look awfully pale, and you don't seem to be getting anything done.
Go home, Rage. When you are better come back to work." She turned on her heels
and walked away.

Rage stood and gathered her things. She couldn't concentrate anyway. Walking
out of her cubicle and down the path, she moved to the elevators, to go down to
the parking garage. Stepping into the elevator a new feeling gripped her and
she moaned. Fear always thrilled her. That's why she always parked in the
lowest level of the underground garage. There was always a thrill with going
down there and getting her car not knowing who would be down there.

Stepping out of the elevator, she headed down the rows of cars. Hers was always
parked in the left corner where it was somewhat dark. As she walked, her heels
clicking and echoing in the garage, she listened to the wind blow outside. Such
a howl made in the shafts that allowed air in there.

Without warning someone grabbed her by the hair, she shrieked as the hand
forced her over and reached under her short skirt and pulled her panties down.
Quickly, her cunt was filled with something thick long and hard. She bit her
lip, if this was her Master and she fought him, she'd be in trouble. If it
wasn't, she could be in even worse trouble.

"Spread your legs, bitch," He grabbed the inside of her thigh and dug his
fingernails into it. She bit her lip to keep from crying out. She couldn't tell
who's voice it was behind her. Her heart beat faster as he grabbed one of her
hands and brought it to her back. "Give me your other arm. Now, bitch."

She moved her arm behind her and waited as he cuffed them together. No leather
lined cuffs to protect her skin but real cuffs. As soon as he had done that he
caressed her ass, pushing at her tiny star with his fingers. Then something
hard was pressing there, she moaned and tried to squirm away. His hand closed
around her sex, gripping with a painful grip that caused her to cry out. He
held her still as he shoved the thing inside her. The flared anal probe filled
her so completely that she screamed loudly. Her ass burned and tears came to
her eyes.

Still holding her sex in his hand he guided her to her car leaving her stuff
behind. She was walking on her tiptoes, pain filling her, He opened the back
door and shoved her in his hand not leaving her sex for a second as she lay, on
her stomach, on the seat. His grip was brutal as he hissed.

"You will not say a word. you will lay here and do nothing. If you move without
my command or if you say anything. This will be a nightmare for you. Got it?"

Finally, she recognized his voice and bit her tongue to keep from moaning. Her
fear was still very strong, but she knew that what ever he had planed would be
what she needed, what she wanted. He released his grip and he lay down on top
of her. Licking her neck, he whispered. "Safe word is in effect, pet and I
expect you to use it if it gets to intense. Understood?"

She nodded as chills ran up and down her spine. He grabbed her ass and then
smacked it hard. He left her panties around her knees and forced her into a
kneeling position on the seat. Her body bent over her knees, and her head
pressed into the seat, her arms tied behind her. Fear caught in her throat.
What if someone saw her? They'd call the police. She tried to calm herself by
telling herself that he had this all figured but as he began to cut away her
blouse and skirt, she could only panic and moan.

"Do I have to put a gag on you, bitch? Are you so poorly trained that I have to
gag you to obey?" She shook her head as he patted her ass, the plug jumping
inside her. "Good." He closed the door and got into the front seat to drive.
"Do not move. It won't be a long drive."

As he started the car and drove away she could only feel her stomach tightening
in fear. Her mind swimming with thoughts of what he could do to her. He drove
for about twenty minutes as she tried not to move, she wondered how she looked
to anyone who passed their car. She knew how she felt, the dildo in her cunt
and the anal probe were working her with every bump and bounce of the car. She
was moaning as she pressed her head against the seat.

He stopped the car and opened her door. He pulled her out and walked her into a
large warehouse. Her heart pounded in her chest as he grabbed her sex again and
squeezed. Whimpering as he led her to the middle of the warehouse and to the
set of chains where he removed the cuffs from her hands and bound her in place.
Then he kneeled and placed a spreader bar between her ankles. When she felt the
collar around her neck she moaned and began to really panic. He was showing his
ownership of her, with the collar and she wondered why he thought he needed it.

"All right, bitch, eyes forward, Do not close them no matter what happens. Do
not make a sound. You will obey or this can last for a long time." She nodded
and felt him turn away from her. Suddenly she heard footsteps, several pairs.
He had never displayed her before anyone else, she bit her lip and moaned
softly. "This is my slut, rage. You have an hour to do as you want with her.
Just don't use her ass. That is my property."

"Sure, Man. Hey, blindfold her, don't want her to see us. Makes it better."

Rage trembled as she heard the man's words and then felt the blindfold cover
her eyes plunging her into darkness.

She heard her Master walk away, the soft click of his heels growing softer as
fear clenched her. Suddenly, she felt hands all over her body, a mouth closed
over her breast and began to suck and play with it. A second later she screamed
as she felt the strike of the lash on her thighs. Her scream made them laugh
and within a few moments she felt the lashes coming from all directions. She
swung in the chains trying to get away, screaming and pleading with them to
stop. All the while her body, screamed for more, pleasure and need gripping her
sharply.

One reached for the vibrator in her cunt and turned it on high. "Dance for us,
show us how much you want more." One said as he trailed the lash over her body
and down to her shaven sex. She arched and moaned. Her need rising quickly as
he began to play with her clit. "You have a choice, cunt. You can choose how
many lashes you get from one of us, or we can do it ourselves and judge. Pick a
number and I will decide if it's enough."

She was panting and moaning her skin already on fire. her body crisscrossed
with reddening skin from their lashes. Whimpering, she answered. "Thirty, Sir."

He laughed. "Thirty is a good number. Thirty it is. " She froze when she heard
him talk to another person. "Deke, get in front of her and put those clamps on
her, like that Man showed us. Real tight."

Deke wasn't gentle when he put them on her. He twisted her nipples savagely and
tightened the clamps on the flesh. She bit her lip and moaned, her body hurt so
bad. Finally the blows began. The crack of the lash against her skin was loud
in the warehouse and it seemed to echo. She lost count somewhere between twenty
and twenty-four. She had lost her voice and her mouth hung open in a silent
scream.

Her skin was on fire and she hung limp in the chains as she heard the clicking
of heels on the concrete floor. Tears fell from her eyes, her head hung low.
She felt the soft fabric of her robe cover her and she screamed in pain. Her
body on fire from the welts.

"You did well, kitten," Her Master's voice rang in her ear. "You have a gift
coming to you, for being so good. Ask me, anything little one."

She looked up at him and whispered softly, "Release me, Master."

He took off her bindings and watched as she stood on her unsteady legs and
headed towards the car. She turned back to him and smiled softly. "Thank you
for freeing me, Sir. I will never forget you, but I no longer need you. Rage
survives now. The fight is over."

She got in his car, knowing he had left his keys in it. She started it up and
drove away. Somewhere along the way she had gotten lost in the pain that
covered her, not even trying to see past it. Letting it surround her and drive
her off course, but she finally managed to find her way. Where the road led her
now, was her own course. She was ready to live again. Not just for the Master's
pleasure, but for her own. In the silence of the morning a thunderstorm roared
in the distance and Rage was born anew.

~END~

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