Story 20 – Undeterred by Rowan’s dire warnings, Dana is eager to meet Stefan.
Rowan lie on the bed, aroused, eyes fixated on the red-haired little devil now straddling his hips. She’d managed to rid him of his shirt, but was toying with him, finding ways to delay the fun. Preferring to be seized rather than coaxed, she’d lick him up and down, but every time she noticed him panting, highly aroused, she’d sit up and change the subject. She’d keep teasing him in this manner until his patience ran thin. He’d eventually take her on his own eager terms.
“So, who is this friend of yours, Stefan?” she casually asked, tracing a line from his throat to his sternum. “I heard you on the phone.”
Familiar with her little tricks, he went along with the distraction for now, placing a hand on one of her exposed thighs. “He’s a nasty little piece of work, but he likes me.”
“What makes you so special?” she grinned, her finger travelling on and down to his taut little belly.
Rowan felt it best to refrain from mentioning the details. She didn’t need to know the lengths he had gone to for Stefan’s brutal touch. He gave her a cheeky smile instead. “I’m an amazing guy and everyone likes me.”
She stopped toying with the ticklish spot on his side and regarded him with dry amusement. “Really.”
“We just get along really well,” he replied, lifting himself up to kiss her forehead with the aim of putting an end to the questioning.
Dana backed off just enough to elude his hopeful gesture before pushing him back down to the sheets. “When do I get to meet him?”
Rowan felt the cold hand of terror wrap around his throat, strangling him from within and bolted upright, sending her tumbling off of him. “You can NEVER meet Stefan!!” he cried.
“Why!?” she asked with equal alarm.
“He is a sadistic, brutal little monster that wouldn’t hesitate to target you!”
Dana backed off, putting some distance between her and his panicked, haunted stare. “How bad can he be?”
“He rapes, he tortures! It’s what he does! What he’s known for!”
“What!?”
“He broke three of Scott’s fingers because he was bored! He experiments on him to see how much pain he can take!”
“Who’s Sc-?”
“He CASTRATED some guy with a burdizzo!”
“What’s a…?”
Rowan closed his eyes, wincing. He’d seen that one. Everyone had. The depraved sociopath had turned it into a show.
“What the fuck are you doing with someone like that!?”
Rowan looked back at her with a wry grimace. “The people that end up in his clutches are there because they WANT to be there. They know what he’s capable of and they pay for the opportunity.”
She backed away even further with a look of disgust. “And you get off on this too?”
He quicky dismissed her words with a frantic wave of his hands. “No, not me!” Clapping his mouth shut as he realized the bind he’d just put himself in.
“Then what the hell are you doing with this guy?”
He couldn’t tell her everything that had transpired between him and the sadist, whose company he’d come to enjoy. Doing his best to skirt the issue, “We have a different sort of fun” Rowan insisted.
Dana narrowed her eyes. “You’re sleeping with him.”
“Stefan!?” Rowan exclaimed, his eyes popping at the notion. 1“I’d have a better chance at bedding a rabid hyena!”
“Then what the hell is so bad you won’t tell me!?”
“Just…. a fair share of intoxicants, and uh, some girls…” he meekly replied. She’d get it out of him eventually, best to make his response as vague as he could.
“You turn a blind eye to a sick criminal just so you can party? How the hell did you get mixed up with him?”
Rowan’s stomach twisted and curled into a pit of discomfort. “You really don’t want to know.”
Dana raised a single eyebrow in response.
“Look, you’ve got to understand I was pretty reckless back then. I did some really stupid things.”
She crossed her arms, waiting.
Rowan couldn’t take the tension and blurted out the truth in a tensed rapid stream. “I tricked him. I made him really, REALLY mad so he would, you know, uh,” he stammered then dropped his voice nearly to a whisper. “So he would rape me.”
“Excuse me?’
Rowan squirmed in discomfort. “It’s not what you think. I just wanted a free pass to his resort, and to have some fun in the process.”
“How does ANY of that get you a free pass?”
“It’s complicated.”
She curled a lip in her revolted silence.
“Okay, so, I mostly did it for fun, in a suicidal sort of way.”
“You tricked him so you could get a good ride?”
“You have no idea how hard that man can thrust when he’s angry!” he said with a cautious grin, hoping she’d find some humor in this.
She smiled with amusement, to his relief. “Oh does he now?”
She got the full story out of him, with all its sordid details. Much to Rowan’s surprise, Dana found the whole thing hilarious, as if the story had been a really good episode of some sitcom.
“Oh, now you REALLY have to take me there!”
“Dana, you don’t-”
“Fuck that! I want to look upon this supposed evil for myself!”
There was a moment of silence while Rowan nervously toyed with the hem of her dress. “Look, before I agree… There’s more you need to know…”
Expecting more humor, Dana let out an enthusiastic “Eee!!”. Her laughter swiftly died though when she found out just how many women and drugs the two had shared. Not to mention partners he’d found all on his own. Naturally, she was even less impressed to learn about Princess. He would have rather not mentioned her, and shouldn’t have needed to, but Stefan wouldn’t hesitate to torment her with every detail. Better it come from me than the sadist.
When he’d told her all there was, she wasn’t happy, but neither was she dissuaded. The descriptions of Stefan were just too outrageous to be ignored. It took a bit of literal arm-twisting, but Rowan finally agreed to take her there that night.
Soon back straddling his hips with renewed vigor and palatable excitement. He’d have to thank Stefan later for the wildness that ensued.
***
Rowan parked the Jeep himself as he usually did. The valets usually sneered at the aging thing. Besides, Stefan preferred he kept it out of view. It would no doubt bring the high-classed reputation of the place down.
Dana stepped out wearing a short black dress with buckled straps cinching her waist. Her feet tapped a staccato beat in her mid-calf buckled platform heels. The height of them brought her five foot five inches closer in line with Rowan’s six foot two, but not quite close enough. He’d chosen not to wear heels that night, making them appear a bit more equal. He was minimally dressed in black PVC leggings and straps of his own creation crisscrossing over his bare chest. Both were similarly made up, with thick black eye eyeliner and mascara, him with red eyelids and hers in black.
The few minutes’ walk to the door gave Dana a chance to take in the grounds.
“My parents used to come to places like this” she noted, taking in the size and grandeur of the place. “I wonder if they ever came here.”
“If your parents came here, I think they would’ve been far more open-minded about you.”
She opened her mouth to challenge his statement but realized he was probably right. She’d just seen a woman in an evening gown giving a hand job to a man wearing nothing but a rubber chicken mask. Judgmental wasn’t a word that came to mind.
“I can see why you like this place.”
“Why’s that?”
Looking back at the pair she muttered “You can be whoever you want to be, and no one minds.”
“Now you’re getting it!” he grinned.
They finally spotted the notorious dom in the great hall, chatting to a few long-time members. As if sensing Rowan’s presence, Stefan slowly turned, looking straight at him. His eyes then moved to the girl hanging off Rowan’s arm. So, he’d found a mate, had he?
Dana was a bit surprised. Rowan had failed to mention that his friend was nearly as small as she was. Only now, with her heels, she was looking down on him. This slight little thing was the monster she was supposed to fear?
“What is this?” Stefan spat, curling his lip at her.
Rowan put his arm around her and drew her in close. “My girlfriend.”
Stefan looked her up and down then turned back to his friend, clearly unimpressed. “If you needed something to fuck, I have FAR superior girls to choose from.”
In a lightning-fast change of attitude, Dana lunged at him, aiming to do harm. Rowan kept his grip on her waist, rightly suspecting she might lose her temper, and soon.
“Tsk tsk. Not well trained either,” Stefan sneered.
“Stefan, this is Dana,” Rowan said, fighting to keep a hold of her.
The diminutive dom regarded her with disgust. “You know, I’d be happy to fix this discipline problem of yours.”
Rowan merely smiled. “I’m quite fond of her the way she is,” he said, suddenly finding the feisty redhead clinging to his middle, looking up at him with wide-eyed adoration.
“Pity,” Stefan replied, idly poking her cheek with the butt of his crop. With speed, Dana spun her head to bite at it.
“You’re a fool for bringing her here,” Stefan chuckled a warning before he turned and walked away.
Rowan immediately took her by the shoulder. “He’s INTENTIONALLY riling you up! He gets off on it, remember?”
She gave him a shamefaced grin. “He pissed me off.”
“Look, I know how to get under his skin. Watch this!”
Rowan trotted off after Stefan, who heard his approach but ignored it, at least, until he felt Rowan’s hand cupping his buttocks, hot breath washing over his neck.
“She was hoping to watch the two of us. You know, like old times.”
Stefan stopped, momentarily paralyzed. Every person around him had seen, and possibly heard that too. Rowan hadn’t even tried to keep his voice down.
With deadly speed, Stefan spun around and wrapped his hands around Rowan’s scrawny neck. “THAT IS THE LAST TIME YOU LAY A HAND ON ME!”
Rowan knew he’d erred. Badly. It was one thing to privately tease, but public humiliation was a step too far. He struggled for air, grabbing Stefan’s hands, desperately trying to loosen them.
Dana flung herself at the dom, tearing at him as best she could but his eyes were singularly focused, his body an immovable, taut muscled rock.
As suddenly as it had begun, Stefan released him, letting him drop to the floor. His eyes turning promptly to the terrified girl. Such a frail thing. So vulnerable. A wicked grin spread across his face before he turned back, extending a hand to Rowan to help him up. “Get up you fucking freak, but keep your faggot fucking hugs to yourself!”
Rowan tried to ignore the weakness in his knees. “Jesus Christ Stefan, you scared the hell out of me.”
Stefan pointed a stern finger at him. “Don’t do that again!”
He looked again at Dana; his former rudeness replaced by hungry interest. “So, this is why I haven’t seen you.”
He then leaned in close enough to her to lick an earlobe if he so wished. “You let me know if there’s anything I can do for you.”
It was in that moment that Dana began to get a clearer picture of what she was up against. The man was dangerous, that was for certain, but when she felt the heat off his skin, and smelled the musk of him, she knew one other thing. She’d spread her legs right now if he’d have her.
He must have known it too when his grin grew even wider. This was going to be far too easy.
He gave Rowan a good-natured slap on the shoulder before leaving them with his final, friendlier words. “It’s good to have you back, my friend. Just don’t go fucking all the ponygirls all at once!” With that, and one more look Dana’s way, he took his leave again.
When he was well clear of them, Rowan looked over to Dana, rubbing his raw red throat. “You sure you still want to be here?”
She clapped her gaping mouth shut and nodded with utmost sincerity. “Oh yeah!”
They raised a fist to each other and lightly bumped them together.
“This is going to be better than I thought!” she grinned.
***
There was no rush to pester Stefan again any time soon. The Manor offered plenty to see, and enjoy. There was a VIP event going on, so the place was teeming with depravity, more than Dana could take in in a single night. Depravity in the form of recognizable faces. Rowan had warned her not to stare, but it was near impossible not to. Seeing a man on the front page one day, then led around by his cock ring the next was hard to ignore.
The diversity of the attendees was astonishing. Dana had never realized the fetish world could be so varied, from the stereotypical mistresses, and slaves, to a heavily muscled man with a crew cut and cheerleader’s outfit. One wheelchair bound guest wore nothing but an artificial metal penis. Another surveyed the scene from a balcony, haughty and sinister dressed in full Nazi regalia. She had to literally slap herself when her feet began moving towards him all on their own. Something about his stance, the power he exuded made her want to fall at his feet and obey. She kept tapping at Rowan’s arm, pale-faced and disturbed, asking him to slap her silly too if her own hand didn’t prove to be enough. The man and her reaction to him was just so wrong.
Some were dressed and behaved as one might expect, whereas others were more difficult to categorize. She spent a fair bit of time watching one man with a clearly deranged interest in knees. When he found a pair he liked, he’d dramatically drop to his own and offer cash if he could just lick them. He got more takers than one would have guessed. She nearly offered up her own just to see what all the fuss was about.
Of all in attendance, the ones that surprised her the most were those dressed in suits, or everyday clothes. How sick and disturbing were their perversions to want to hide them from rest? Rowan clued her into some of the possibilities, but it only made her wish she hadn’t asked.
Two hours into their voyeurism, Stefan still hadn’t reappeared. They’d caught fleeting glimpses of him here and there, but largely he was absent. It could have meant a lot of things, but Dana was getting restless. She was there to feast her eyes on him. She’d hoped for a sickening stage show, or at the very least, seeing him abuse some poor servant. So far, it had been nothing but disappointment.
“I’m going to go find the ladies room.”
“Need an escort?”
“I think I can operate a toilet by myself.” she replied with a smirk.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“I think I need to make myself alone for a while. Your friend seems a bit shy with you hovering at my side.”
He kissed her on the forehead then leaned back against the bar. “Have fun, and try not to hurt him too badly. He’ll take it out on the both of us.”
“Isn’t that what you’re hoping for?” she grinned.
“I think he only had eyes for you!”
“Then let’s give him what he wants!”
***
Dana was wandering an empty hall, distracted. She’d found the ladies room without too much trouble, and was now poking around some of the many rooms. She’d seen most of the place already, but there was artwork and expensive grandeur she’d wanted a second look at. She’d gotten far from the sounds of the party when she heard soft footsteps approaching.
She turned to find an oddly dressed man coming towards her. Unlike the rubber-clad servants serving drinks and canapes, this one wore nothing but a collar and a skimpy leather loincloth. He seemed out of place, with a mess of blond curls and a flabby middle. The rest of the staff were stunning specimens, with carefully polished posture and professionalism. This one looked like he’d been plucked off the couch, rudely separated from his video game and day-old pizza.
He came before her and calmly asked “Could you come with me, please?”
“I’m just trying to find-“
“Master Stefan has requested your presence.”
Dana sensed no danger from him, but the mention of the dom was enough to strike fear.
“I’m going back to the party now,” she stammered, trying to skirt around him to leave, when from behind she heard the crack of a whip. Merely a fraction of a second later, she felt the thin supple leather wrap around her calves, securing her tight before yanking her feet backwards. She screamed as she fell forward, right into the arms of the servant.
Momentarily stunned, she was easy pickings for her unseen assailant. Two strong hands gripped hers, pulling them behind her. The near naked man holding her fast, she could feel her arms and wrists being wrapped in a soft leather binder, rendering them useless.
A familiar chuckle alerted her to her captor’s identity, not that it came as a surprise. Still unseen, she felt his hot breath on her neck, his hands roaming her sides and hips. “Welcome to hell,” he growled, earning a primal scream in response.
“Oh, you’re a feisty one aren’t you?” he laughed, bringing one of his hands to her breast.
“GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME!” she screeched.
His laughter became a wild, high-pitched cackle. “Oh my. I need to do something about that mouth.”
He reached around for his next trick, a bridle, complete with bit gag. “You’re not going to like this” he grinned, cupping the other breast just for the reaction.
Though she struggled with all the force she could muster, Stefan was well experienced with uncooperative subjects and made short work of getting the bridle on. With the bit gag in place, Dana could holler as much as she wanted, but no one would hear. Just for the fun of it, he grabbed the bit from behind and pulled on it hard, driving it cruelly into the sides of her mouth. Her yelps and wriggling only titillated him.
“You calm down, I lay off,” Stefan said, hoping she’d decide against it. He could see the bit was hurting, which was making him hard.
Her struggling soon ceased, much to his disappointment, but he doubted she’d be calm for long. Any girl of Rowan’s wouldn’t be feeble-minded. She’d merely buy some time then strike when she could.
His prediction proved correct when he let her go and emerged from behind. Once visible, she snarled, lifting her leg to deliver a powerful kick to his groin.
He merely took a step back, snatching her foot from midair, neatly turning her momentum to his advantage, pulling it towards him before tucking her leg tightly by his side.
Thrown off balance, the rest of her began to fall backwards. He shot out his free hand, catching her by the dress and swiftly lowered her to the floor. He could have let her drop, but there was no sense in causing her injury, yet. He needed her whole. Once down, he grabbed the other leg, positioning his erection between them.
Dana’s eyes flew wide. It had been so easy for him. Stefan wasn’t swatting an irritating fly, he was pulling the wings off one that had already been nailed down.
Stefan had crossed a line. Scott reappeared from behind, forehead dotted with nervous sweat. He wanted nothing to do with this, knowing Rowan’s fury would leave the both of them bloodied and beaten. Still, he couldn’t disobey.
In Scott’s hands were an oddly designed pair of boots. They were knee high and laced all the way, but the base was incomprehensible. She didn’t get much of a look before the now trembling assistant pulled her heels off and replaced them with the odd boots, lacing them tight.
While her feet were otherwise occupied, Stefan admired the view. Her little black dress had ridden up to the waist, revealing her black lace panties. With a giggle, he pulled them to the side to get a glimpse at what lie beneath.
“Nice and clean,” he purred as she struggled, emitting angry squeals. He could slip his throbbing hard-on into her right there and then, but it would be far more fun if Rowan was there to see.
When Scott’s work was done, Stefan released her and casually stepped away. It would take her a few moments to learn how to walk, much less run in those mock hooves. Unconcerned with the possibility of escape, Stefan placed his hands in his pockets, ready for the show.
She scrambled to her feet, though it took a few attempts. She had trouble making sense of these new appendages. They felt like platforms, but with the heel part removed. Her foot jutted forward with no support at the back, yet they seemed balanced well enough to stand in. She took a test step, hearing a sharp echo from what must have been metal beneath. As the sound reached her ears, she realized what they were, boots designed to emulate a horse’s foot and shoes.
Her moment of clarity left her frozen for far too long, in the dom’s opinion. He suddenly lunged at her screaming “MOVE IT NAG!!!”
Fear was taking over; evident in her eyes. Needing no more prompting, she bolted for the entrance. His chuckle turned to a cruel laughter when she tripped over herself and fell to the floor, unaccustomed to the new footwear. In the time it took for her to stand again, Stefan was right behind, casually waiting, his whip removed from his belt and at the ready.
“Boo,” he said, jabbing the handle into her chest.
She panicked and turned, making another break for it. The sounds of the party beyond were now louder and clearer, she’d nearly reached the next room. Desperate to reach its safety she leaped forward, twisting an ankle in the process. Again, she went down.
Grinning with wicked glee, Stefan followed with a slow, but relentless casual walk. Knowing she only had moments before he’d be back, Dana stood up and started running, much quicker this time.
It was there. Right there. Safety. The next archway was bathed in blessed light, the sight of people beyond lifting her spirit. It was merely one room away. One single room!
Dana drove the balls of her feet into the floor, launching her forward, but didn’t make it further than a few inches. Her silent, and much quicker pursuant appeared out of nowhere, grabbing her roughly by the bridle, yanking her back.
Where the FUCK did he come from?
He brought his lips right up to her ear and hissed “We’re going to put on a little show.”
Dana whimpered, squirming.
“You’re gonna act like a proper little pony whether you like it or not. And I bet your boyfriend is gonna love it. He’s got a thing for little ponies, you know.”
“Which one do you think he’ll pick? Indulging in his favorite masturbatory fantasy? Or rescuing boring old you?” he concluded with a cackle, releasing and then shoving her forward.
She stumbled twice, but recovered fast, getting to the crowds in seconds. Once there, though, there was nowhere to go. The room was packed with people. The best she could hope for was to find a small opening somewhere, and then another, and another. That, or just push her way through. Either way would be too slow to keep ahead of the one now hunting her.
There was only one way she could get out of this. Somewhere in that throng was her savior. She planted her feet to each side and let out as loud a bellow as the bit permitted. It caught the attention of a few up front. They started backing away, giving her room.
Stefan soon reached her, chest forward, shoulders back in an arrogant swagger. “OH ROWANN!!!” he hollered, scanning the crowd. “I’VE GOT A PRESENT FOR YOU!”
Within a minute, the distressed boyfriend came pushing through the group, which was now making more space for what was sure to be a good show.
Rowan slammed to halt when he saw her, his face a complex mix of shock, fear, and arousal.
Dana leapt towards him, but Stefan issued a warning with a crack of his whip. It landed on the nape of her neck, hurting her just enough to make her think twice about moving any further. So, she froze, eyes filled with a desperate plea to the man who was only just out of reach.
Rowan walked up to her, looking for injuries, acknowledging inwardly that Stefan didn’t always leave evidence. He searched her eyes for any sign that he’d crossed a line. There was fear, but not the level he’d expect if traumatized. All in all, she seemed OK.
He also couldn’t help but admire the getup. She looked good.
Satisfied with what he saw, he walked up to the wildly grinning dom. “Don’t overdo it,” he warned then retreated to the edge of the now rapt audience.
Dana cried out, shocked. He was leaving her to this psychopath?
Rowan gave her a half smile but showed no further signs of interfering with what was to come.
Dana screamed, infuriated, not noticing Stefan coming up from behind. He snapped a long lead onto the bridle then stepped away, keeping it a little loose.
By now the onlookers had cleared a significant area of the immense hall, leaving him ample room to work with. Many scurried to find better viewpoints on the stage, with a few climbing the speaker towers. This would undoubtedly be the show of the year.
Blinded by fury she turned away from the man who’d abandoned her and focused her rage on her captor. With a scream she launched herself forward, intent on throwing her full weight into him.
Stefan saw her intention well in advance, catching her as she took her first steps. Holding the whip sideways, he raked her across her shins, this time digging into her skin, deep enough to draw blood. Dana came screeching to a halt, screaming in pain.
Rowan snapped to attention, furious. He wasn’t supposed to hurt her.
Stefan locked eyes with him and Rowan knew that this would be the only time he did. Now that Dana knew the price of disobedience, she likely wouldn’t seek to feel it again. Rowan’s guess was right. Newly wary, Dana returned to the prescribed distance, still feeling the sting. That little bastard was fast.
He lifted the whip again, letting it fall lazily a few inches to her right. Uncertain of the meaning, she kept her eye on him but didn’t move.
He repeated the action, this time with more urgency to which she cautiously stepped to the left. There were no repercussions.
The staring contest continued as she persistently tried to read his cold eyes.
Stefan suddenly broke out into a wicked grin, lashing out, only this time much harder, giving her a scare.
She trotted a few paces, tugging at the lead. When she slowed, he did it again, prompting her to keep moving forward. She got the idea and didn’t like it. Refusing to be bullied into obedience, she turned and rushed him again, banking on the unexpectedness of her attack to keep him from cutting her leg again.
She was wrong. Bound, gagged, and now tethered, she only had so many options. Suddenly turning on her trainer was a predictable one.
He let her get closer this time, then once again, stepped aside, using her momentum against her. She’d thrown so much of her weight forward to knock him over, all he had to do was gently sweep her leg with his foot and down she went.
Mindful of Rowan’s anger, he caught her by the arm binders before she hit the floor and pulled her back onto her feet. Then with a laugh, he gave her a hard slap on the behind before shoving her back to the distance her lead had defined. Stefan ensured her compliance with the whip again, with light hits to her thighs in rapid succession.
She’d gotten nowhere. The only way out, it seemed, was to follow his silent instructions. At least, until she found a better tactic.
As soon as the lead was once again taut, she resumed movement in a wide circle. Upon making it all the way around once, the audience responded with impressed oohs and aahs. Seething with rage, she completed a second.
Now that he had her moving, it was time to introduce some new commands. Stefan snapped the whip hard with a resounding crack.
To Dana’s surprise, the strip of leather landed in front of her, not behind, causing her to abruptly halt. It then landed again, closer, so she cautiously stepped backwards. Nothing.
It only took one more strike, close enough to feel the rush of air, for her to get the message. She promptly headed in the other direction. This time leading to applause.
She passed Rowan again, purposely averting her eyes. He seemed to be enjoying this a bit too much.
The next time the whip landed in front of her she knew what to do.
It continued like this, his instructions became more frequent and more insistent, forcing her to speed up. Every now and then the wicked leather would strike her. Not hard or deep but just enough to serve as a reminder that she was under his control now. She shut off her mind, powering her way around the circle faster and faster, changing directions on a dime until she finally fell, chest heaving.
There were hushed tones all around. Even the music had long grown quiet.
Stefan held out a hand, which was promptly filled with a water bottle from Scott. He casually opened it and took a swig. When his own thirst was sated, he walked over to her, shaking the half empty bottle. She was desperate for that drink, and he knew it. All who were watching did too.
He made a series of soft clicks and cupped her chin, drawing her to her shaky feet. She accepted the guidance with gratitude lifting her head in a silent plea for the relief he could grant her parched throat.
She met his icy gaze, but he made no motion to give her what she wanted. She had to beg.
Dana dropped down to her knees in desperation. She would do anything he said.
“Enough.”
Rowan took the bottle from Stefan’s hand, helping Dana back to her feet and unlatching the bit so she could drink. It was one thing to let him play with her for a while, but he’d be damned if he was going to watch him break her spirit.
Disappointed by the interruption, but not quite done yet, Stefan’s eyes were afire. “Let’s go for a little walk.”
They left Dana miserably in tow to the sounds of a thoroughly impressed crowd.
Once out of range of the others, Rowan stepped before the little man snarling. “You’ve had your fun now, let her go!”
“My fun’s only just started!” Stefan said with vicious glee and a hyena’s grin.
“She’s not yours to take!”
“That’s why it’s so much fun!” Stefan laughed, yanking on Dana’s lead to draw her close.
Rowan lunged at him, but Stefan snarled, driving the butt of his whip hard into the flesh underside Rowan’s chin.
“You sealed her fate the moment you walked into this building!”
Rowan knew he was right, but wasn’t prepared to sit back and say nothing. “I’m not staying around watch this!” he spat, about to depart. He wasn’t about to give Stefan the pleasure of seeing him squirm or seethe as he violated the love of his life.
“Oh yes you are” Stefan scowled, snapping his fingers. Scott had made certain security was just within reach. From the darkness two burly men appeared, grabbing Rowan by the arms and shoulders, securing him fast.
Stefan approached, with a cold and callous voice. “Be a good boy now,” he snarled deep, and threatening. “Come watch me rape your girlfriend.”
As Dana was dragged off, she turned her head, giving Rowan a wild, excited grin.
As much as he would’ve liked to respond with the same, he couldn’t risk being caught. Still, he couldn’t help a little snicker. When this was all over Stefan would unleash all hell on them both, but not until after she’d had her fun.
It had always been a certainty that Stefan would get his hands on her. What he did thereafter would likely involve either violence, torture, rape or all three. Rowan couldn’t be sure how it would all start, but he had a guess, and had been right. The dom used Rowan’s ponygirl fetish to torment him before. It wasn’t much of a surprise that he chose to use it on Dana, but the joke was on him this time round. Dana looked good in that getup, really good actually. Good enough to give Rowan reason to keep his hands over his swelling groin during Stefan’s little show.
Turns out she was quite the little actress. Even Rowan started to believe the terrorized cries, the desperate lunges at her trainer. When he’d finally put it all to a stop, he had to double check that she was actually OK. A reassuring wink of her eye, while Stefan was soaking up the admiration of the crowd had told him all he needed to know.
Rowan had told her all about how he’d hoodwinked the man the first time they had met. She’d found it hilarious, to his surprise. Their plan was to have Dana do the same, letting the dom feel as though he had absolute control, then go along for the rollercoaster ride. They couldn’t stop his sinister intent, but they could certainly taint his victory.
Rowan knew where this procession was going, but wasn’t concerned. Stefan’s suite was much more acceptable than his famed ‘table’. He’d only been to that place once, dragged in by the very same guards. What followed wasn’t something he would wish on any other and he would’ve killed the dom with his bare hands if he dared to inflict the same upon her.
As they marched through the halls and to the upper floor, Rowan watched as Stefan got to know his little prize. He’d run his hands across her body, whispering things Rowan couldn’t hear, squeezing any part of her that caught his eye. He had the gall to uncover a breast once, making sure that Rowan could see, fondling it to make her shiver.
From the perspective of those in back, Dana had completely given herself over to her trainer’s commands. She was his now, both in body and in spirit. Stefan hadn’t even reattached the bit. Her eyes were glazed and fully accepting.
Stefan sent her reeling when they finally arrived at his suite, kicking her hard in the back. Before she hit the floor, he was already cocking his head to alert the guards to their next task. With rough hands and efficiency, they dragged Rowan to a chair that had been conveniently placed for the best view of the bed, then bound him by the wrists and across his chest. With a subtle gesture, and not a sound, Stefan then sent them away.
Along with the chair, Scott had so kindly left Stefan a metal trolley stacked with toys. Stefan went to pull it closer, but Rowan shook his head firmly. “Oh no you don’t!”
Stefan sneered, reaching for it anyway.
“That’s cheating!”
It was only then that the man paused, flexing his fingers. He snorted a laugh then waggled his finger. “I don’t need no fucking accessories to be better than you!” he growled before lifting Dana, throwing her with force onto the bed. When she hit the headboard he snorted out a few giggles. Not wasting any more time with words or taunts, Stefan then joined her atop, tearing off her panties with a vicious snarl.
What followed should have sent the slender performer into a blinding rage. To an outsider’s eye it looked, sounded, and felt like a violent rape. Stefan was no hack, though. He knew precisely what he was doing, and how much he could get away with. He wanted his ‘victims’ to shake with fear, to know him as unquestionably superior. The bruises, strains and other minor injuries were just part of the fun. Lasting reminders of the experience. Hell, he was happy to do it for free.
Rowan was no stranger to Stefan’s brutal style, but it was still discomforting to watch. The only thing stopping him from tearing the sadist’s throat out was that Dana would do the same to him. She was clearly enjoying herself. If his little prick of a friend crossed a line and truly hurt her, he’d find a knife in his chest pretty quick. The one currently holstered to Rowan’s thigh.
Rowan forced himself to remember that serious, or permanent damage wasn’t Stefan’s modus operandi. He needed satisfied customers, people that came back flashing their cash, begging for more. People that could live with a few temporarily dislocated fingers if it meant the best back-to-back orgasms of their lives. The other thing Stefan was especially good at. Strangers, on the other hand, wouldn’t feel quite so enamored with his methods, nor would a judge or jury.
While Stefan was preoccupied, Rowan slipped out of the binds. The guards had been so kind as to be useless at the task. He crossed his arms against his chest and leaned back in the chair, wondering if Stefan had noticed Dana’s glee.
Stefan had pulled her up and against him, one arm around her neck. Using the crook of his elbow, he let her wax and wane between near loss of consciousness and the gasping exhilaration of being allowed the breaths he prescribed. His other hand dug hard into her side, holding her fast, with no regard to the tears his fingernails made as he continued with his ferocious pounding.
There was no fear on Dana’s face though. No trauma. Her eyes were rolled upwards, her mouth a gaping grin. The sounds that issued from her lips were the guttural cries of one reduced to their most primitive. Unhinged, wild emanations that made clear, Dana was having the time of her life.
It was over within minutes. Flung into ecstasy by his prize, and her suffering partner before him, his excitement could not be contained. He came with a cry of triumph, grinning with wicked glee when saw she climaxed with him, her body wracked by violent shaking. Releasing her neck and shoving her forward, he used the arm binders as leverage to drive in a few last deep, powerful thrusts. With his needs sated, he promptly flung her aside like a broken toy. Locking eyes with Rowan, Stefan purred “All yours. If there’s anything left that is.”
Dana collapsed onto the bed, looked straight at Rowan and gasped “You were right! He IS good!”
Stefan stopped dead in his tracks, all at once remembering how he’d met the performer. “WHAT!?” he roared, his hands balling into tight fists. Had Rowan had the gall to pull the same trick twice?
“Told you,” Rowan grinned, ignoring the rapidly angering dom.
Stefan’s deadly glare snapped from one to the other. “Oh. OH. OH! You two are PERFECT for each other!!!” he screamed, pointing an accusing finger.
Rowan leaned forward, trying to catch her eye. “But I’m still your favorite?”
Dana brought about her bound arms and lifted a loose finger, shakily pointing it in Stefan’s direction.
There was dead silence for a moment and then “AAAAAHHAHHAHHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!! YES!!! YOU DICK SUCKING FUCKING FAGGOT FREAK!!! SUCK MY FUCKING COCK!!!!”
Rowan leapt to his feet in stunned disbelief. “What!?”
The look in her eyes made her decision quite clear. She made an attempt to mouth the word ‘sorry’.
“‘OH! OH!!! THIS IS TOO FUCKING GOOD!!!”
“YOU KNOW SHE PLANNED THIS WHOLE THING!?” Rowan screamed.
“WHO THE FUCK CARES!? I WON!!” Stefan screeched, laughing maniacally. “AGAINST A BIASED JURY!!”
Stefan hopped off the bed, then thrust his hands against Rowan’s chest, forcing him backwards still howling. “YOU AND THAT FINE FUCKING CUNT ARE WELCOME HERE ANY FUCKING TIME MY FRIEND!!!”
Barely able to stand upright through his wild cackles, he abruptly left to find an audience to tell this tale of victory to.
Rowan watched him go, mouth agape, then turned to his still-quivering partner. Words almost failed him. “SERIOUSLY!?”
She struggled to a sitting position and simply said “sorry”.
“He is NEVER going to let me forget this!”
“Look at the bright side”’ she said coyly, sliding to the edge of the bed then getting onto her feet. “What do you think of my new outfit?”
It took him a second to realize it. The bridle, the binders, the boots. Stefan had abandoned them all to go gloat.
Dana grinned. “Think that’ll keep him busy enough for us to find the rest of it?”
Rowan broke into a massive smile. “I love you SO MUCH!”
Dana giggled then squealed as he picked her up and kissed her “I know where he keeps everything!”
As they went off to hunt, Rowan lifted her hair to examine a deep bite mark on her neck. The little rat had drawn blood.
He glanced at her eyes, which were pointedly avoiding his, and asked “Was he really better than me?”
“Would it make you feel better if I lied?”
Rowan sighed miserably.
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