Page 24 of Red Waters

As the stranger started carrying me away, I saw we were headed toward Kirill and Aidan, already robed and waiting. I burst into exhausted tears. All I wanted was the man who had just beat me. “Master,” I cried out over the stranger’s shoulder to see behind him.

Yury grinned as if I was reacting accordingly. “Yes, Fire?”

“Please.”

“Please, what? You don’t want me touching you. Maybe you will like their touch.”

Give and take. Give and take.

Lost between anger and betrayal, I cried out, “You. Please, Master. You.”

Yury spoke in Russian. Kirill and Aidan started removing their robes. I was shocked to see them clothed underneath. The stranger faced Yury. He appeared proud of the breakthrough as he waltzed toward me. His smile was smug, it was vile, yet I was still thankful for his approach. It meant I could possibly avoid being Shelly.

Another trap had been set, and it had been set with expertise.

Back in the room, Yury sat in his chair. When I went to kneel, he shook his head.

Knowing what he wanted, I asked the fresh water in my body to fuel me. Nature was kind. I let my hips sway as I backed away to have room to dance. I was sore, I was trembling and tired, but reached deep to find any sex appeal left. Yes, I was learning how to manipulate Yury at times, but that unwanted control came at a hefty cost. He punished me in return as if he was angry for wanting me. When not dancing, I became a puppet to be willed as Yury saw fit. He kept me hungry, thirsty, and in a constant state of longing. I agreed to things I never would have in a sane state of mind, but survival is a strong desire, and it kept me doing whatever it took to stay alive.

As time continued to pass at a painfully slow pace, my training continued and broadened as promised. The only lover I ever had was Crash, and we had been together only once. The only orgasm I ever had, I had brought myself when I masturbated. So, chained to the ceiling, my sore, whipped breast being fondled while being brought to climax by Yury’s hand, I felt a part of my innocence slip away into a darkness I didn’t even know existed. Master stood behind me, his hands torturing my mind while bringing my body ecstasy. It was slowly becoming a love and hate relationship that would take a very long time to heal from. Yury was not only forcing me into uncertainty, but changing how I would view normalcy.

This was all done without even consummating our warped relationship. That was to come, but at another price. Yury was becoming infatuated with me and my undying determination to save Link from a life of sexual servitude. Yury wanted to see if he could break the profound connection that our connection paled against. He had told me on a couple of occasions that, while I slept, I would call out for Link. This displeased my master, deeply. Punishment for the crime of asking for the man I loved while I slept had me losing even more of my innocence...

Yury wanted a bond with me and worked toward it every day, by any means necessary; torture, promises, and compromises.

Link held my heart from across the world, and I hadn’t even seen him in what felt like forever.