Chapter 2
"Well, what do you think she even opened her eyes, just because she could feel the spikes cutting into her flesh. She had no idea where she was, but each time she moved, even if she was just trying to breathe, she could feel it more.
When she opened her eyes, she wanted to die.
She was strapped onto a large wooden pole, with spikes running up the sides of it. Her arms and legs had been pulled around the pole, and they had been strapped together with something that looked like thick leather belts.
She felt the way some of the spikes were pressed between her legs, and as she tried to pull herself back, she could feel the leather cutting into her legs, just above the knees, but not quite up to her thighs.
When she managed to get herself into a decent position, her large breasts were each resting between two of the spikes, and she had a feeling that if she moved up or down, she would be pierced with the metal again.
Her cunt was no longer spiked in, either, and she was somewhat relieved about that. Still, she couldn't believe that she was in this mess to begin with.
When she thought she heard footsteps, she turned her head and looked in the direction of the door. Or it seemed to be a door. It looked more like some hole had been cut into the thick cement wall. In fact, she thought, the whole look of this place she was in reminded her of a castle out of the middle ages.
A strand of her long red hair fell in front of her face, and when she tossed her head to get her hair out of her eyes, the spikes cut again.
She closed her eyes, and tried to think of how she could have gotten there. She tried to think of what day it was, because she could remember being out at night, but there seemed to be some daylight coming through the window.
She couldn't see outside, but it was light.
Violet remembered the man who had taken her out the night before, or what she thought might have been the night before.
She had only met him that day, when he had come into the coffee shop where she worked, and sat down to have a big meal.
In some ways, she had thought that he was poor, because no one really had a big meal in a dive like the one she worked at. But when he had taken out a wad of bills to pay the check, she knew he had a lot of money.
He had left her a ten dollar tip on a five dollar tab, and when she ran after him, thinking that he probably had no idea how much he had left, he turned around and started to smile at her.
"When I get such good service, I'm always willing to pay for it."
"Well, thank you, but I didn't do anything more than usual."
"Then maybe I should make you work for your money. I have an idea. Why don't you and I go out tonight? I'll take you somewhere special."
"Sure," she had said, and before he could change his mind, she wrote her name down on a piece of paper, and handed it to him.
"The name, by the way, is Reggie Peters, and I'll, pick you up at seven."
As soon as she had gotten off of work that night, she had run home so that she could shower and dress, and make herself beautiful for him.
She had just finished showering, and her hair was still wet, when she had gotten a phone call from her friend Melody.
Violet hadn't wanted to stay on the phone but Melody had had another fight with her husband, and for the fifth time that year, was thinking of leaving him. Violet had heard it all before, and she had told her friend to drop that bastard, and yet, Melody had always given in. Violet remembered how pissed off she had been with her friend, because she wanted to get ready, and she had already advised her before.
Still, she had listened again, because Melody was hysterical.
Finally, she had worked up the strength to speak up for herself.
"Look, Melody, I would love to stay on the phone and bullshit with you, but I have a hot date tonight, and really can't stay."
"Oh. I see. I guess a date is much more important. A date with some man you've never gone out with before is much more important than talking with your friend who is really starting to think of suicide. Who is he?"
"He said that his name is Reggie Peters," Violet said.
"What? You're kidding. Don't you lie to me just to get off the phone. Where the hell would you meet anyone like him?"
"Who is he? I've never heard of him. And I met him when he came to eat at the place where I work. He left me a huge tip and . . . "
"Now I know that you're bullshitting me," Melody had said. "Why the hell would anyone like Reggie Peters eat in the dive where you work?"
"Who the fuck is he ?" Violet had finally said. "Tell me. Don't keep telling me that I don't have a date with him, when I know I do. Just tell me who he is."
"Only one of the richest men in the city. Don't you ever read the gossip columns? He's in them at least two or three times a week."
"What does he do for a living?"
"Nothing. But then again, he doesn't have to do anything. He's reached that nirvana that most of us dream about. So filthy rich that he never has to worry about money, or ever have to worry about working again."
And just then, the doorbell had started to ring, and when she looked over, Violet saw that it was already seven-fifteen.
"I have to go. He's here," she said, and she was so embarrassed as she slammed down the phone, then ran to the door.
She had wanted to make a good impression on him from the start, and felt rather disgusting as she went to answer the door in her robe, with her hair still dripping wet from the shower. As soon as she opened the door, she was apologizing.
"I'm sorry, but a friend called after I got out of the shower, and ..."
But he didn't even care. As soon as he had closed the door, he had moved his lips to hers and kissed her hard, pressing his tongue into her mouth. She felt the way he started to flick it back and forth, and then he was opening the belt to her robe.
Violet knew that she wouldn't have let most men do something like that to her. She was not such a loose woman. However, having heard about how rich this man was from Melody, she figured he could do anything he wanted to do to her.
Suddenly, it dawned on her? Had she told him that during their evening?
Was that why she was strapped up to this spiked pole? Was that why she had to keep very still, for fear that the slightest movement would cause the spikes to penetrate?
She tried to think of whether or not she might have told him that he could do anything that he wanted to do to her, but she couldn't remember.
Instead, she started to think about that night. After he had opened her robe, he had started to cup her large breasts in his hands, and she had felt the way her pink nipples stiffened as he kept touching her.
Her knees had started to feel like jelly, and soon, he was lifting her up and carrying her down the hall to her bedroom. She remembered thinking that it was strange. It was almost like he knew where her bedroom was.
He placed her on the bed, on her knees, then started to let her robe slide down her shoulders, so that she was naked in front of him.
"Now, you may strip me," he had told her.
She had started to move her hands to his jacket, and he had let her take that off. When she had opened his tie, he had smiled at her and then she had started to unbutton his shirt slowly, looking at how hairy his chest was as she exposed more and more of it. She had him stripped from the waist up when he stopped her.
"Now my zipper with your teeth," he said to her. "I like to see a girl using her mouth to get me naked.'
At first, Violet hadn't liked the idea, but when he kept smiling at her, and he even slid his hand down to her pussy and fingered her in such a loving way, she thought that it was really the least she could do.
She started to get lower down on the bed, and she moved her lips to his zipper. With her tongue, she managed to get the little clasp to stick straight out, and then she just bit into it, and held it with her teeth.
As she was doing that, he was opening his belt and the snaps of his pants, and then he was pushing them down around his knees.
She could see the way his cock was straining against his tight underwear, and when she moved her hand there, he slapped it away.
"Use your mouth on my dick," he said to her. "You can eat me through my underwear, and when you're dying for the taste of my flesh, against your mouth, you'll use that same mouth to take me out of my pants."
She couldn't believe that he wanted her to do it.
Still, as she started to nibble on his cock, through his underwear, she was getting off on the way she could feel it pulsing.
Then, she felt the way he was plucking at her nipples. He was doing it harder and harder, but since they had gotten stiff, they were feeling nice. When he twisted them gently, she started to moan.
"Every woman should know the way to serve a man, as long as he is worth serving," Reggie had been saying, while he played with her nipples and thrust his cock bulge back and forth against her mouth. "For instance, if a woman was going out with some bum who couldn't show her shit, then she doesn't really have to bother with him.
"But when I take out a woman, I take her all out. I show her the best time possible, taking her all over town. In turn, she pays me back for it."
Violet felt almost as if he was treating her like a slave, and yet, she had been so turned on by him, that she didn't care.
After she had started to smell his cock scent through his underwear, she had known that it was time to pull them down.
After a few futile tries, she had finally managed to get them down, and once they were down past his balls, his cock had slapped her in the face.
He had laughed when that happened, and then, she had opened her mouth and she had started to take his cock all the way down in her throat.
As she had, he had fallen onto the bed, pushing himself on top of her.
She would never forget the way he had spread her legs, and had started to eat her pussy, sucking at her cunt lips and licking her clit. But then, he had started to get even more aggressive, and she had felt the way his teeth were starting to open and close around her clit, harder and harder.
She hadn't noticed that too much longer, because he was starting to fuck her face.
Violet was not even putting so much into sucking his cock, because she couldn't. With him towering over her the way that he had been, it was easy for him to start to thrust his cock in and out of her mouth, and when he wanted to, it was just as easy for him to thrust it in deep and hold it there.
Her whole world, for those few seconds, had been his groin. All that she could see was a cock, balls, and pubic hair, and all that she could smell was the male musk odor.
When he had started to come in her mouth, she was so turned on, that she started to come hard, and because of the way he was sucking the juices right out of her, her orgasm was soon more intense.
He made her come a few times, and she could feel the way his cock was going limp in her mouth, and then, the way it was starting to get hard, a few minutes after he had shot off the first load onto her tongue.
Then, he had pulled out of her mouth, and without saying much, had turned around.
Within a few more seconds, he had been pushing her legs up over her head, and then, letting her rest them on his chest.
She felt him rubbing his cock against her cunt lips, and he moved right into her, thrusting inwards and upwards at the same time, so that his cock shaft was making perfect contact with her stiff clit.
He had moved his lips to hers, and had started to kiss her, too, and she had loved the way he thrust into her at a nice, steady rate, while kissing her.
Violet could not remember a more passionate fucking, nor could she remember ever doing it with a man so soon after meeting him.
She had started to wonder, while he was thrusting in and out, if she would have ended up in bed with him so soon, had she been dressed when he had come to the door to meet her. Or would they just have left the apartment?
At one point, she felt the way his cock was pulsating, and she managed to get her legs around his hips, and wrap them around his ass.
She could feel how taut his buttocks were, and how he was sweating, and soon, he was slowing down, and picking up on her tight, confining grip.
"You don't want me to come yet, do you?" he had asked her then.
"No, I don't. I want you to keep fucking me. It feels so good."
"I'm glad. I like to turn a nice bitch on. I like to make her pussy flood with my juices. I also like to fuck like this."
Then, he started to thrust in and out of her harder than she could remember any man ever fucking her before. Each time that he thrust in, she felt the hard slap of his groin against her thighs, but the feeling was nice.
Her cunt was so wet, and her clit so aroused, that his cock, moving back and forth over it fast, was turning her on more and more.
She could remember the way her body had started to sweat so much, and how his body had almost been sliding all over hers, because of the way that he was starting to sweat also. Sweat, she knew, was always a good sign of a hot fuck.
Reggie had fucked her for the longest time, and when she had felt his cock finally starting to throb in her cunt, she had been moaning so loud. He had started to shoot a thick, warm load of cream right up her cunt, and the feeling of it pouring into her made her start to come all over again.
After their long fuck bout, they had both showered, and because of the way that he could hardly keep his hands off of her, she was pretty sure that they would end up falling into bed again, and fucking away the night.
However, after drying each other, Reggie had started to dress.
"Come on, we're going out to G's," he had said to her.
"What's that?" she asked him, for she had never heard of the place.
"You'll see, baby. It's unlike any place that you've ever been. It's going to be the kind of club you want to see, so that one day, you can tell all your grandchildren about it. It proves that decadence is still alive and well, and living in the city."
She had always loved the thought of decadence, and she had asked him what he thought she should wear. When he had picked-out a practically transparent blouse, she had been a little upset, but he told her it would fit right in.
Then, he picked out a short skirt, and they were ready.
He had been right. The place was like no place she had ever been to in. her life, nor was it like anything that she had ever imagined.
The money that they had put into the club was quite evident, from the crystal to the tablecloths, to the things that she thought were diamonds in the mirrors. As she had walked past, she had touched one, and she had thought that even if it wasn't a diamond, it could easily fool most people.
One part of her was wondering if she would be able to rip one off and put it in her bag, so that she could have a remembrance of the place.
Pearl was the name of the woman who had taken them to their table, and she had been shocked to see what the woman was wearing.
Basically, Violet remembered, it was some kind of leather and clamp device that kept the woman's cunt spread right open.
In some ways, it had turned her off, but the rest of the club was so magnificent, that she forgot all about it.
However, once they had been sitting, and she had been able to take in the rest of the place, she hadn't been too sure of how much she liked it. There were all kinds of sexual things going on in the room, and she noticed that in all of the couplings, the men were always completely dominating the women.
There was one woman chained to a table, and each time a man would walk by, he would stick his hands all over her naked body. Her legs were spread, and Violet must have seen at least fifteen different men sticking their fingers right up her cunt, and getting a feel of her lush wetness.
There was the constant cracking sounds of whips, too, and that scared her.
"I don't understand this," she said to Reggie, once they had their drinks. "I don't know how a club like this can exist."
"What do you mean?" he asked her. "What's wrong with it?"
"Well, I know this is all technical, but in this state, isn't anal sex against the law? I know people do it, but it's still illegal, right?"
"As far as I know," he said to her.
"Then what's that happening over there? I know that it's a man sliding his dick in and out of a woman's asshole, and you know it. But he's doing it in public. He's doing something that's illegal."
"And what about that man over there?" he asked, and he pointed to one man who was just finishing a snort of cocaine, and preparing for another one. "Coke is not legal yet, either, nor is grass. Smell the air."
And she could smell the scent of marijuana floating all over the place.
"This club is exclusive," he said to her. "It's a place where women come who want to be treated like subservients. There are many women like that, and there are even more men who like their women that way.
"No police are allowed in here, and you can believe me that they are paid off. But then again, most of the people who come to this place are filthy rich, and we can easily afford to keep the cops off our backs. To us, an extra thousand dollars a month to keep the police out is like chicken feed."
She continued to take in the place. She noticed one woman on her hands and knees, with her hands tied behind her back. Some man was thrusting his hard dick in and out of her mouth, faster and faster.
She could not tell if the girl wanted to pull her head back or not, but she kept thinking that if she had been in the girl's shoes, she would have wanted to. After all, the man looked like he was being too rough with her.
Even after a few drinks, Violet had still been tense, and finally, Reggie had learned over and had whispered into her ear.
"If you don't like this place, let's leave. We can go back to my place."
And so, they had left. She was sure that she would be so much more relaxed with him, on a one to one basis, for even though they could have had a one to one talk in the place, there were just too many things going on.
In his car, he had taken out some coke, and he had asked her if she wanted to try any. When she said no, he laughed, and then, he insisted that she do it.
And that was all she could remember. Now that she thought about the very last thing she could remember, she was sure that Reggie had to be somewhere around.
She had snorted the coke, and her head had felt funny, and then . . .
What then? All she could think about was now, and the spikes that were still so threatening to her very existence, unless, of course, she could find some way to open up those belts that kept her a prisoner.
Suddenly, she was sure that she could hear footsteps, coming toward the room, and as she turned her head to look, she felt a jabbing pain as a spike cut.
Then, she could see two figures coming closer to her. When her teary-eyed vision was focused even more, she could see that it was Reggie. He was standing there with some brown-haired girl, and both of them seemed to be decked out in leather.
He wore leather pants and boots, and an open leather vest.
The girl, whom Violet had never seen before, was wearing a leather bra, and a pair of leather panties. She was moving her leather-gloved hand over Reggie's crotch, and even from where Violet was, she could see that Reggie was stiff.
"Reggie, please, let me down," she said to him. "Why did you do this to me? Please, I can't stand it up here. Let me down."
"Who?" he asked her, and he moaned softly. "Who are you talking to?"
"You, Reggie," she said to him. "Please. I can't remember what happened after we left G's, but I can remember passing out or something. I don't know why you tied me up like this, but please, let me down."
Reggie was moaning a little bit louder, and she could see the way he was starting to slide his fingers into the girl's panties from behind. She noticed that he was patting her buttocks, but then, he seemed to be doing something else.
Was he fingering the girl's asshole, Violet had to wonder.
The girl was starting to moan, and she was even thrusting herself back and forth, as if she wanted his fingers to sink wherever they were going to.
"Reggie, please," she said to him. "I'm in pain up here."
"I've known for many years that pain is only one step away from pleasure."
"What?" she said to him, and she started to realize something. All those people at the club had to be thinking the same way.
Everything that she had seen at G's had represented pain and pleasure, and how very close they could possibly be. And yet, she wanted no part of it.
"Please, Reggie," she started to say, and then he laughed.
"Reggie? Reggie? From now on, until further notice, I am your Master."