Dark Side: Chapter Two

For a Motel 6 bathroom, the shower head was the good kind. The kind you might find in a more luxurious hotel. The shower head looked like a dessert plate, shiny silver, with large holes for the water to come out in long consecutive streams. Since this was no apartment building, with the hot water running out after ten minutes on a good day, Sarah took advantage of the fact that she could take her time. She dipped her head back with her eyes closed, her arms in front of her breasts, outer palms against each other, fingers standing straight out wrists touching in a lotus pose. This was just something she inadvertently did. This time though, was giving thanks. Sarah was giving thanks to the heat of the water as it was purging her from head to toes from everything that had happened to her. This was the first shower that she had taken, without the fear of Joseph coming in at any moment to grope her, ask her if her ass was getting larger or flush the toilet so the water turns freezing cold. Right now it was her secluded oasis. That was truly what she was grateful for.

Tomorrow would be her last night at the Motel 6. She had to figure out what would be her next move. As she thought, reality sank in…she had just spent all of her cash; the was money in the bank; if she used it, Captain Asshat would be able to claim the card as stolen and use that to try to find her. He had put a $50 limit on it. Too risky to spend the measly amount. Joseph was the sheriff. He could find a copper penny ten feet underground blind folded.

Sarah put her head down, looking at her hands. Her wedding ring was still on her left hand. Normally, she took it off so she wouldn’t get it caught in her hair. It had been such a lousy night at the diner that she wanted to sleep in something beautiful. The memory of the day she received her wedding ring flooded back to her.

Sarah had just worked a double shift and on the verge of passing out early mid-evening. There was no way she could perform his usual sexual desires which was to be on her hands and knees as he walked her like a dog using a leash and spiked collar, giving a blow job until he came, bring his dick back to life, then getting on top to fuck him until he came again. She had told him to take care of himself, then proceeded to go into the bedroom to collapse. Before she went, he shot her the look that she would come to fear. Being on the brink of naiveté, she thought nothing of it.

Sarah laid down on the bed without turning the light on, back to the ceiling, face looking at the wall opposite the door. His shadow pierced the carpet like a looming knife fading into a point. She didn’t notice him glaring at her, his lithe body dark in the light from the other room. He inhaled silently, but shot out his breath with such force, that it startled Sarah. She turned to look at him. Blinding rage had filled him. The very thought of her saying, "no," provoked the carnal animal that had been sleeping far too long. This made his cock hard. It was that very moment that he was going to get to use the abnormally sized hook that was hanging above the head board of their bed.

Joseph strode to her before she had time to move. Straddling her from behind, he told her that she was not to make a sound of any kind. Sarah thought this was going to be her turn for the kinky games that they played. She obeyed, becoming automatically wet from anticipation. He stripped her of her waitress uniform top, buttons flinging everywhere. He pulled her arms straight above her head, took the leather cuffed hand cuffs to bind her wrists. From the bed side drawer, he took out a wooden paddle, laying it off to the side of the bed. Joseph ripped her pants off leaving a scratching feeling as they came clean from her skin. He took her panties by the waist-band, gathering them in his fist. He pulled tighter and tighter, her waist rising with each grip, squeezing her hips and her sex to the point where she could feel it cutting off her circulation. The pressure hugged the bulge where all of the juices were flowing, but she began to struggle for air. Sarah was just about to pass out from dizziness and heat, when her panties started to rip apart, relieving her lungs, her body falling to the bed. She moaned silently to herself, as the tingling feeling that started from her sex spread all over her body.

It was as if he knew her body was humming. He then positioned her, where she lay with her body across him, her butt in the gap between his legs. He began to dip his finger inside of her sex, pull out, leaving a wet trail to her anus then message the small bloom between her cheeks. With each assault her vagina began to pucker, getting her closer to the edge of no return. She could feel her body responding to his workmanship, in turn making him harder. He put his finger to the base of the hole. It was so tight, a pencil could go through it. Sarah was also trembling from the sensations, struggling but successfully keeping quiet. One more entering would send her body into spasms.

Suddenly, all movement stopped from Joseph. He was now binding up her ankles, with rope she could feel each scratchy fiber from. He took the paddle and whacked her bottom. Sarah felt the first one. It was like fire. By five hits, tears were pouring from her eyelids. 15 hits in, she came amidst the pain. She thought he would stop by now. Her butt was a raging furnace as her skin began to welt up and split. Sarah could feel hot trickles of blood fall on the tops of her thighs. Unconsciousness was about to envelope her. Then all went black.

Joseph took her hand-cuffed wrists, hooking the chain that connected them to the hook. He took what was left of the rope that secured her ankles and tied it to the other end of the bed. Her body in the shape of a V. A sudden tight, sharpness entered her tiny anus, springing her into wakefulness. The motions were quick springing her body to and fro, the shadow bouncing from the light, as he plunged forth, engulfing her, splitting her insides. The motion causing bile to form in the back of her throat. She smelled the copper stench of her blood as it was drying on her skin. Sarah vomited violently onto the bed as he came. He flipped her over. The ends of her hair touching the wet pillows on her bed, her butt stinging on the mattress, body still bound, suspended in the V shape. He left her alone, shutting the bedroom door. Sarah heard him shower and leave the house, door slamming behind him. It was then she felt free to cry. Her tears being the only thing having freedom to leave.

Sarah woke up the next morning cradled in his arms on the couch. She was clean, warm and naked in her soft burgundy bathrobe. She felt a tiny weight on her left ring finger. It was a 14k white gold ring with a princess diamond. It was the most beautiful thing that had ever been on her body.

“I was going to give this to you yesterday, but you caused me to punish you, Sarah. Don’t you ever say no to me again,” he demanded.

The ring had dazzled her. She told herself that she would do better next time. She would do as he asked her to keep from such dark punishments.

Yes, master. I am sorry that I caused you to punish me. I was a naughty girl.