Gwyne woke on the floor. There was a small pool of drool under her and she felt sore as shit. It took here a moment to realizes someone was nudging her with their foot. She sat up and they handed her a glass of something orange and some red medication. She took the medication and went to drink from the glass but immediately spit it out. She nearly threw the glass but it was quickly taken from her. She thought it was orange juice or something but it turned out to be a strange mixture of egg yokes and something else, she couldn't quite identify.
"Come now." said Dawson dropping down on the floor next to her. "You're making a mess!"
He pressed the glass back up to her lips, "Don't think just swallow. Pretend its cum if you have to, you like that right." he teased. She was in no mood for his humor and glared at him only to recall she was wearing a mask. "Come on, it should help you with your hang over."
Hang over was that what this horribleness was? Her brain felt like it had been blasted with a shot gun. Her face also hurt something fierce like she'd run into a wall. Who knows maybe she had? She went to touch it and he batted her hands away wanting her to focus on the drink. He tilted the glass until the mixture started to pour into her mouth. Some of it ran down the sides of her mouth dripping onto her breasts.
She was so tried her eyes felt blood shot as she slowly opened and closed them. Dawson got in her face and stared her down. She knew what look that was and swallowed on instinct. Her made her drink the whole damn glass down. It tasted awful and felt even worse going down her dry throat. She'd forgotten the medication and had to shove them in after. They stuck in her throat but she eventually got it all down and collapsed back on the floor.
He stood up, put the glass on the bathroom counter then started the shower before he pulled her into his arms and lifted her up. She curled into his chest, hoping he was taking her to bed but was soon hit with icy cold water. She let out a horrified cry and tried to struggled out of his arms but he wouldn't let go of her. He planted her on her feet and held her under the cold shower with him. It was like a shock to her system. Everything was so raw then bright as he took her mask off. She kept struggling but it was no use he wouldn't let go.
She began to madly shiver as he washed her. She felt so disoriented and overwhelmed. Everything inside and out felt out of sorts. She struggled to think beyond this moment beyond this unending chill. She couldn't recall how she had gotten here. What had they been doing? Dawson finished washing her up then washed himself. Unlike her he seemed to enjoy and icy cold shower. She nearly fell twice but he propped her up pushing her against the wall. As long as the spray wasn't directly on her she managed to lean against the wall.
Eventually he turned the water off and began to dry them. She was shaking all over and just wanted to collapse back on the floor but he kept her up and going. Slowly she started to warm up and her shakes turned to a slight tremble. He put another corset on her and laced it up tight. Her eyes felt like they were on fire as she tried to look around and her entire body ached. She was still so out of it that she couldn't figure out why.
He blow dried her hair then put a new mask on her that covered everything but her mouth. He put his hand at her back and under her knees lifting her up once more. He carried her into the bedroom and placed her on the bed. He let her lay down as he got dressed and she began to recall bits and pieces, the smell of food though she couldn't recall eating anything. She recalled bright lights, laughter and the clinging of glasses. At some point she put her head out of the car window. She recalled how her hands had felt as the wind rushed through them. They'd gone dancing or she had danced, something with a brick wall and a back alley. Then being in his car as the sun rose the taste of a strawberry shake.
It all felt so vague and jumbled up in her head. It was mostly various senses. She couldn't make heads or tails of anything. It hurt to focus too long but she wanted to know...what they'd done to make her feel like this. She recalled a large light house but that didn't make sense. Her head pounded and she finally gave up on trying to make sense of any of it. Maybe it had all been a dream or something...or something...or something. "Or something," she mumbled under her breath.
She got the sudden urge to pee and sat herself up. She stumbled from the bed to the toilet and used it. When she was done she went to wash her hands and almost didn't recognize herself in the mirror. She'd been fucked up before but this felt really bad. She was covered in cuts, scraps, red blotches and deep bruises. She could barely find a part on her that wasn't fucked up. No wonder her entire body hurt and her face. What she could see of it, her mouth had a cut on it and her nose and cheek bones were bruised. Maybe she even had a black eye...fuck maybe two and her eyes themselves were red one of them looked like blood vessels had popped it was ll red. She staggered back beyond upset. Just what the fuck had they gotten up to this time!
Clearly they'd fucked around quite a bit. She didn't even want to look down at her pussy. From the way it ached she knew it wasn't going to look good. Some of what happened was healing but it all looked so fucking fresh. She looked like she'd been in one of those underground fights he'd taken her to. Fuck maybe he had taken her there! She didn't know! She didn't know anything!
She madly sobbed and nearly fell to the floor. It took her a few minutes to calm down and steady herself. Then she noticed Dawson in one of the mirrors, watching her. She also notice a panel of mirror was oddly missing. She turned around to face him and saw he was dressed casual for once. A nice black long sleeved knit shirt with a v neck and some black jeans or were they leather. He also had on some boots that laced up. They reminded her of military boots. She had seen a few in her day especially when she and Tawnie were having their sexual adventures they once went to a military party. It had been one of the wildest parties they'd ever gone to and she remembered all the boots on the floor in the morning.
She stared at them then started at him for a long moment. She swayed disgusted that he looked so...pristine, so good when she looked fucked up as shit. She noticed something in his hand.
She'd missed it on her first pass but saw it was a dozen or so dark red roses. He walked up to her and handed them to her. She didn't take them. She didn't understand why he was offering them to her suddenly. Was this his way of apologizing for getting her fucked up. He eventually set them down on the bathroom counter then tried to wrapped his arms around her. She pulled back still trying to process everything but he came after her. He painfully snatched her up and forced her into his arms. Then he gave her several soft kisses.
Every time his lips collided with her bruised skin it hurt. She tried to push him away and asked. "How long was I down?"
"Not long," he said not giving her a definitive answer. He ran her fingertips over a cut on her breasts that had barely formed a scab.
"How long is not long?" She asked. He smiled but didn't respond. It was clear he wasn't going to tell her. "At least tell me what we did?" She demanded.
His smile grew wider as he traced her jaw line and playfully repeated, "What did we do? What did we do? I think the better question is who did we do?
"What!" she groaned then sighed "Another gang bang?
"Several," he said running his hands over her shoulders.
"Uhh no, no" she groaned "Several." She couldn't even remember fucking... that was so bad. She'd definitely let things get out of-
"Relax," said Dawson rubbing his hands up and down her arms. "You were hungry so I took you to dinner and fed you. Then you wanted more so for dessert we went dancing and you got very active and put on quite a show!"
"Active! Put on a show!" She struggled to recall what he was saying.
He took her to dinner...fed her then 'she' wanted more so for dessert they went dancing. She got very active and put on quite a show. He had to be messing with her! She could see them going to dinner even dancing maybe but she'd never put on a show. She tried to pull herself away from and think about it once more. It was all so scattered and blurry. Then she recalled him putting something on the hood of his car.
Her eyes went wide underneath her mask and she gasped. "Wait! You...you drugged me! You made me take drugs"
"Did I?" he sounded amused by her accusation, "Are you certain of that or anything for that matter?" He grinned something evil and in this moment she despised him.
He was toying with her and making her second guess herself. He knew she couldn't be absolutely certain of anything given what he gave her. Upset she bitterly spat "You are a monster!"
He voice quaked with emotion. He salivated over her tone and let out a single chuckle "Ha, I'm the monster? I didn't do anything you don't already do on your own. It's not my fault you can't keep your legs shut. You were practically doing any guy who approached you. One guy in particular loved trashing your hole." He chuckled almost madly to himself and she shook her head.
"This is why I don't do the hard stuff!"
"Ah yes, because you lose control." he let go of her and crossed his arms, "Since when have you ever been in control Gwyne? Drugs or not, admit it you've always been a mess, inside and out."
He was so smug...acting all superior. She knew she was out of control but so was he. "Fuck you," she spat. Then tried to get passed him and go into the bedroom. He let her pass but grabbed her from behind, around the waist and yanked her back to him. He kissed the top of her head then shook her about.
"I love it when you get upset! You're just so damn cute!"
She lifted her knee and kicked back trying to get him in the leg but he dodged. "HEY NOW! Don't get testy with me and just admit you had a lot of fun."
"How would I know! You drugged me." she snarled, "I barely remember anything. How is that fun!"
"Oh I see, you're upset not because things got out of control but for the fact you can't remember and torture yourself over it later. Well fear not I have plenty of pictures should you wish to recall."
"You took photo's!"
"And video," he said hugging her from behind. He dropped his chin on her head as she stopped fighting. "I can never get enough of your depravity. I just want more and more as do your fans."
"Fans?"
"Don't tell me you forgot our discussion."
"I didn't forget." she said though it was all a little hazy right now. She knew they talked about it but couldn't recall how it had ended. Hadn't she put her foot down and said no or had he won out. She knew when he wanted something he didn't stop until he got it. She ran a hand over her face and said. "I...I don't care what we discussed! I don't want my shit out there...in the world"
"Uh it's already out there."he said, "As I said you've been doing this shit for years we're just recording it." He went on shaking his head. "Besides its not like anyone is going to be able to recognize you, with your mask on."
"Still I didn't- I don't want it out there for just anyone to see! I thought I made that clear."
"You can relax as I've said I wont let anyone hurt you but me! That is my pleasure alone.
"Right and as I recall, I found that so comforting then and even now. I also doubt this was all just you!" She said gesturing to her multiple injuries.
"Seriously hurt you I wont let anyone else seriously hurt you!"
"Screw you," she hissed. He was always making shit up and changing it. Where Corrie drew lines Dawson made zigzags and erased them as he pleased. She tried to struggle out of his arms but he didn't let her go, grabbing her tits, he playfully groped her.
"I love these fucking tits especially now that they're all scratched up." Her nipples and breasts were beyond tender right now and it hurt as he squeezed and kneading them about.
She was so pissed off but also still disoriented. She let out an angry cry. "FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!" She didn't like not having little or no memory of what she had done.
She struggled to get free but he pulled her back against his chest then kissed and bit at her neck before saying. "I'd love to but we're going to be late as is!"
Late? "Uhh." She let out an exasperated sigh. Why was he saying they were always going to be late. Just what was he up to now? Did he have plans, another surprise, a gang bang or for her to see more fucked up twisted shit. Her stomach dropped and her chest ached as her legs felt weak, "What are you going to do to me now!"
She nearly sunk to the ground but he held her up, "Relax, we're not doing anything extreme for a while. I want you to rest that hole up for your big debut. Today we're just doing something light, the photo shoot, we discussed."
"What." she said recalling he wanted her to get professional pictures done. "Seriously, you want to do that now! When I look like this!"
"Oh YES! More so than ever!" He said excitedly.
He turned them both around so that they were no longer facing the door but the mirrors. He ran his hands over her body and it hurt. He took off a bandage that was just barely hanging on and she saw a rather large gash underneath. She turned away but he grabbed her head and forced her to look at herself. The longer she looked, the more jacked up she felt. There were just so many injuries, her eyes shifted in and out of focus as they began to water.
He gave her a good squeeze from behind and proudly said, "You're gorgeous! ABSOLUTELY FUCKING GORGEOUS! Probably the most beautiful you've ever been in your life. Right now your gluttony is on full fucking display and I want to capture it forever. Before it heals and fades away. If I had my way you'd always look like this, as you should. Your inner beauty is finally revealing itself."
He was sicker then ever. She shook her head barely taking in his words. This is what he found gorgeous. Cuts and bruises covering her body. Her tits were all scrapped up and she had so many red marks. She'd been roughed up before but this had to be the worst so far, especially since she usually slept it off so by the time she woke the bruises had begun to fade.
Right now they were deep purples, red, blacks and blues. Her skin her body having broken to such pleasure and pain. Her pussy burned inside and out and she was leaking. She realized she was still getting excited even at her own demise. Was she ever not aroused! What was wrong with her! Maybe she had some sort of arousal disorder. She closed her eyes knowing it was just an excuse. She was just fucked up and right now it clearly showed. He was right...her outsides finally matched her insides. She felt so fucking damaged and disgusted.
He...how anyone can look at her and see anything beyond how deranged she was was beyond her. Who...who got excited about such things. Tears welled up in her mask and she tried to turn away again. He shook her getting upset.
"Don't! Don't look away," He insisted, "Own it, see yourself as you truly are. You don't need to pretend with me. You don't need to hide anymore."
"Fuck you I'm not hiding...this is just sick. You are sick and I'm sick. WE'RE FUCKING SICK!"
His nostrils flared, without a word, he turned her to face him then back handed her. She nearly fell to the floor but caught herself on a bathroom counter. He let out a heavy sigh, clenched his fists and hissed, "I tire of this game my love. I tire of you always denying yourself, your true nature, time and time again, life after life, we are not sick-"
"Life after life." she choked cutting him off. What was he talking about!
She held her face as he looked her. He suddenly seemed lost, like he'd gone off somewhere just now. He ran his hands through his hair and she noticed one of them was bandaged. Something about his words felt strange, yet familiar to her. She said it again, "Life after life," she recalled something ever so hazy... some memory at the edge of her mind but the phone suddenly rang snapping them both out of it.
He walked backwards, not taking his eyes of her and answered the phone in the bathroom. She wondered if it had always been here or if he'd just had it installed. She looked around noticing the missing panel of mirror once more. She saw a sliver of glass on the counter and wondered if it had broken.
"Yes we're coming down now." he said. She wondered who he was talking to. He hung up and he snapped his fingers, "Come now."
She turned to him but didn't come. He snapped his fingers again then stomped his foot. She wasn't his dog to be beckoned and still refused to do as he commanded. He glared at her, pointing his finger at her. He marched up on her until it was right in her face, "DON'T FUCK WITH ME YOU DIRTY BITCH! You do as I say or next time I'll leave you're ass in that back alley and see what becomes of you!"
Again she vaguely recalled some back alley... a dumpster... a crowd. She knew he was referencing something they'd done but it was still so clouded. It might come back to her or it might not. Either way she hissed. "You're a fucking psycho you know that!"
"Yes," he said almost beaming with pride. He seemed to get an idea. He rubbed his jaw then said "But tell me who's more psychotic, the psycho or the one who's with them? Why they'd have to have some screws loose themselves, if not more so, to not only hang out with a psycho but dare deny their demands."
He narrowed his eyes at her like he wanted to do something awful. Before he could she quickly said, "We're going to be late!
"Yes," he smiled reaching out. He caressed her face and said. "But how much depends on you."
She swallowed but took his hand and nodded, "I'm ready. I'm ready to go!"
"Are you sure?" he asked his eyes still dark and menacing.
"Yes."
He got up in her face and she worried he might snap but he simply grabbed the roses from the bathroom counter, then slowly pulled away and turned his back to her, "Well come on then."
She followed after him feeling a bit shaken. They left the bathroom and he set down some shoes for her. She slid them on and he gave her a long jacket to wrap around herself. She was in nothing both her corset. She'd gone out in barely anything before but she was practically naked "Uh are you sure?"
"Yes," he sighed.
He put on his own jacket and a pair of black round sunglasses. He held the roses in one hand and grabbed her arm with the other. He practically dragged her through the apartment suddenly in a hurry. They got into the elevator and rode it to his private garage. Mr. Charles was already waiting for them. They got in the car and drove through the city in silence. It didn't take them long to pull up in front of a fancy building downtown. Mr. Charles parked just outside the entrance then go out and opened their door.
Dawson got out first and she followed after. She felt strange walking around in this get up in broad daylight. She had a coat on but was also wearing a freaking bdsm mask. She got several weird looks on the street and in the lobby as they walked up to a large reception desk. There were several men and women behind it. He handed one of the women, that had a headset on, a card. She glanced at it then gave him a different card back.
He pulled Gwyne along and they stepped up to a set of elevators. He pushed several buttons and they waited for and elevator to arrive. When it did some people stepped out and they stepped in. He put his new card in a slot in the elevator and the doors shut. It took them up nearly forty floors. She got a little nervous as the doors opened up and they stepped into a large open room with vaulted ceilings and cement floors. She wanted to ask questions but knew he wouldn't answer.
The place looked kind of empty and she wondered if they'd gotten the right floor. She looked around for a bit and noticed some equipment and a lot of curtains. She could also hear some light music and people talking. She realized the curtains were like walls separating the space into several rooms. Along the walls she saw several posters but couldn't really make them out just yet. Dawson dragged her along and her pussy started to thunder with each step it was so raw. She didn't think she could take any more cock right now and hoped she wouldn't have to. It was just suppose to be a photo shoot, however with Dawson you could never be sure.
A young woman in a button up shirt and long skirt notice them and approached them. Dawson handed her the card the receptionist downstairs had given them and the young woman nodded. She didn't say a word, she just guided them through several curtained rooms. She saw a man with a camera taking photos of some back drops. When he noticed them he stopped and stepped up to them. He shook hands with Dawson and they spoke in another language. Gwyne couldn't understand what they were saying but Dawson talked a lot. The man with the camera, the photographer she assumed, just listened and nodded.
After a few minutes the photographer looked to Gwyne and nodded. Dawson pulled off her coat, without warning and she just stood there frozen. The photographer walked around her slowly sizing her up. He nodded and said things. The young woman took out a note pad and began to jot whatever he was saying down. Gywne felt beyond embarrassed and ashamed being put on the spot like this but just stood there as he looked over every inch of her. She could only wonder what he and his assistant must think but they showed no reaction. They were very 'professional' and she wondered if they saw this sort of thing all the time.
Another woman dressed like the other approached and took Gwyne's coat from Dawson. He took his own jacket off and handed it to her but kept his sunglasses on. She offered him some refreshments and he ordered himself a drink. She gestured to a chair not far off and he moved to sit in it. The photographer reached out and touched Gywne. He grabbed hold of her face and turned it from side to side.
Gwyne didn't know what do to do as he lifted her arms and then spread her feet. He said something here or there and moved her to turn around slowly. He moved her to bend over and said more things. She opened her mouth to speak but recalled Dawson's rule from earlier. She wasn't to speak. Of course she wasn't sure if that only applied to gang bangs or not. In the end she said nothing as he moved her about like he was posing a doll.
He removed his hands after a few minutes then snapped his fingers and gave some orders. Gwyne walked up to Dawson as his drink was delivered but he shooed her away, "No go with them and do whatever they tell you."
She stopped walking to him but stood there awkwardly. She didn't like this and yet she didn't do a thing about it. When the assistant came over and politely said, "Come with me," she obeyed.
Dawson suddenly acted like she didn't existed as he made himself comfortable in his chair. Another third assistant came over and took his roses. She offered him a hand massage and he accepted. Great, he was going to be pampered while she was further violated.
They took her to another curtained off area that had a make up table. A man looked her over then began to cover her in various creams and powders. No one said a word to her or reacted to her appearance in any way. When she was ready they pulled her into another room and had her stand in front of a backdrop.
For a second she got this flash of a barnyard backdrop, with a white picket fence and fake green grass. There had also been a mud puddle, no a kiddie pool filled with somnething. She held her head as it dully ached. She didn't know where this memory was coming from. Several spot lights turned on and she felt a strong sense of deja vu but then the colors changed and the intensity of the lights shifted. She heard a soft clicking sound as the photographer took a few photos of her. She just stood there unsure of what to do feeling slightly sick.
The assistant came over after a few minutes and began to pose her. She titled Gwyne's head and had her turn her body in a certain way, she noticed Dawson had gotten up from his chair and was standing just behind the photographer, smoking a cigar. He was probably enjoying every bit of this or knowing him he wanted to be the one taking the pictures.
She glared at him but it was missed behind the masked. Every few minutes the assistant would step up to her and reposition her. They had her twist and turn, contorting her body in different ways. Some of the poses were beyond humiliating. One in particular had her spreading her legs and squatting as she gave two peace signs with her hands. She was told to smile a lot as she exposed herself to the camera. They had her bend over and spread her ass cheeks. They had her get on all fours and the man called for her to bark as she crawled around and he took pictures. It all hurt and made her cringe but again she did nothing to stop it. She simply obeyed. She kept wondering why she didn't ever do anything.
A memory came flooding back to her. She remembered being in an alley with several older guys and they were messing with her. She didn't do anything to stop them. It was like she'd froze up, or was in quick sand. Her brain just went blank and it was easier just to comply. Thankfully, Tawnie had shown up. She'd run at them like a crazed banshee with a pipe, she'd found near by.
After the guys were gone Tawnie had slapped her and demanding to know what she was doing. She yelled at her for not standing up for herself and having not self-respect. Gwyne had helped Tawnie out of several binds at that point and was always willing to fight anyone who dare hurt her feeling. Yet Tawnie pointed out when it came to herself she was utterly hopeless. Tawnie had helped her find confident and control. Before Dawson she'd been so sure of herself….at least she felt she could handle her shit but ever since meeting him she'd let him take control and she felt like she was spiraling.
They brought out a leather chair for her to pose with. She moved to sit in it forwards then backwards. After a few pictures they had and fall limp over it, like she was passed out. Then they brought out this weird leather cushion and had her straddle it. They had her pretend to fuck it riding it like she would any guy and took picked of her humping it. Then they had her get on the floor and lift her legs up into the air and throw her head back. She moved feeling like she was in a daze. Some sort of feverish sex filled dream. After a while they stopped taking pictures. She assumed they wanted to change out the film.
They moved her to another area of the room as they changed things around. She had some time to wander and take in the posters on the wall. They were all dark and erotic. The first was of a naked woman covered in piercings. She had chains wrapped all around her and she had a euphoric look on her face. She continued on seeing a black and white photo of a naked woman wrapped in rope. She was strung up in the air twisting in a mixture of agony and ecstasy. The next had a picture of a woman's body bruised and swollen, her eyes were glossy, she was on her knees looking up the camera, like she was begging to be fucked. She knew that look because she had caught it in her own eyes more then once.
She kept looking, finding herself consumed with each picture. The next had a woman trapped between two men as they were fucking her. The picture caught the women's hair mid air as both men's bodies were tightly smashed into hers...no doubt the moment of collision, captured for all time. The woman's lips were parted and curved a mixture of shock and awe.
The next picture showed a woman covered in deep whip marks from the neck down. She looked absolutely elated even thought she had countless cuts from the whip. In the background a muscular figure held the whip in his hand and it looked like he was about to strike again. She ran her finger tips across her lips then moved onto the next a picture. It was taken from the side. It had a naked man on his knees with his hands bound behind his back. A woman, dressed up like a dominatrix, had the heel of her boot pressed against the mans head. The man's lips were puckered like he was trying to kiss her shoe.
Each picture was so vivid capturing such depraved moments of ecstasy. She supposed in the right lighting anything could be mesmerizing. She looked them over again and felt a mixture of grotesque, beauty wash over her. She could see something in all their eyes, an abandonment, a sweet release she knew all to well. She understand now, why no one here looked at her sideways. They had seen others like her…like her. Was she truly like this? Would one of her pictures from today hang on the wall for others to admire?
Dawson suddenly stepped up behind her and asked, "Like what you see?"
"No," she said but then conceded a moment later. "Yes."
He placed his hand on her back as if pleased by her admission. He kissed the back of her neck and whispered into her ear. "I swear everything would be so much easier, if you'd just stop denying your true feelings."
"I'm not, I admitted I like them. I said yes,"
"You said no first. I can tell you're still holding back, still afraid to show your true nature. Stop pretending to be something you're not, Gwyne."
"I'm not!"
"You are! You're still playing a part you think others will accept! Just admit what you are?"
"Admit what I am?" said Gwyne. She turned to face him feeling slightly agitated. "And just what am I? Just what do you want me to be?"
He was always going on about her pretending and that she needed to be her 'true self' but honestly what did that mean? What did he know about her true self? He told her to stop playing a part, she thought others would accept and yet she could tell he expected her to play some part for him. He wanted her to become some twisted vision he had in his mind. How was that her true self and not her just playing another part, others would accept?
He let out a sigh. She could tell he was not pleased with her response. He took her cheeks in his hands and softly said."I simply want you to be yourself."
"Now who's pretending," spat Gwyne. She grasped hold of her his hands and her chest ached. She realized in this moment he didn't see her, then again no one ever did. Not even herself. She was always so lost...so confused. It was like she'd forgotten who she was or who she wanted to be these days. Who did she want to be? She felt like she was drifting further away from that question, had been her whole life. Who did she want to be?
"You can take your mask off," said Dawson pulling her from her thoughts. She looked at him confused. Did he mean literally or metaphorically?
"What?" she asked as he let go of her face.
"I want them to get some head shots. I have some business to attend to so I'll be out of the room."
"Head shots but-"
"Relax," he said putting his finger to her lips, "They will be for my eyes only. No one will ever know who you are but me."
"But that makes no sense, Gwyne pointed out, "Why have me wear a mask, if you want to look at pictures of me without one.?
"Maybe I want to remember what your face used to look like, once.
"What?" she said thinking he wasn't making any sense.
An assistant came over with his coat and he flashed her a charming smile before saying, "Do as they say and be a good girl."
She wanted to curse him for leaving her with strangers but held her tongue as he got into the elevator and left. An assistant took her mask off and she bit her lip feeling more nervous and exposed then every. They brought her back over to the makeup table and did her hair. Then she was put in various outfits. Leather, lace and chains, they would dress her up then have her pose for a few dozen photos before changing her outfit again.
She didn't know how much time passed but at one point they covered her in powder then helped her put on this tight latex suit. It covered everything but her breast, pussy and ass. It fit so tight that it made her already sore body ache all over. They put on these long latex boots that made her feet point. She felt like a ballerina having to walk on the tips of her toes. The heels were also so drastic, she swore she had heels for days. She had to have help and take baby steps to walk about. The last thing they put on her was a spiked collar. They attached it to a leash then took several dozen pictures.
They changed things around and she noticed a man come through some curtains. He had a gimp mask on and that's it. He was naked from the neck down. She was concern at first but as she slowly took him in she recognized the scar on his stomach, the same scar Dawson had. She realized it was him then wondered what he was up to. The assistant handed her leash off to him. She wanted to ask him but the mask made it hard for her mouth to move, it was zipped shut and her hands were covered in latex gloves.
They took more pictures of them together. She wondered why he was wearing a mask and realized he probably didn't want anyone to recognize him. He moved her around and they must have taken hundreds of photos. She could tell he was getting hard, his member was poised but she didn't want to have sex whenever it came close to her she put her hand up and shook her head. He finally unzipped her mouth and asked her what she was doing.
"I'm too sore right now to do anything. I don't mind the pictures but no sex okay."
"Okay," he said then zipped her mouth shut.
He had her get down on her knees and crawl about again. He slapped his cock against her face then turned her around and got down on his knees. The photographer came in close with his assistance. One assistant had a light and the other had something that reflected it. Dawson slapped his hard cock against her ass cheeks then she felt him position it at her entrance. She wiggled away in protest and he smacked her ass.
"Relax this isn't sex, we're just posing."
He pushed into her then and she let out a hard groan of protest. Not sex my ass, she mumbled but it was so muffled no one understood her. She thought he was going to start bashing into her but he just held the pose. He pulled out some and held the pose. She realized he was posing but it was still sex just really slow sex. He took her from behind for a while then had her lay on the ground. He entered her missionary style and the photographer stood over Dawson shoulder taking downward shots of Dawson entering her. She wanted to cover her face but it was already covered. This was beyond perverse, professional photos of them fucking.
He slapped her tits about and seemed to notice she was distracted. "Focus fuck hole, focus,"
On what! She thought as she laid there.
He started to do more things to her. He roughly fingered her, twisted her piercings about and smacked her around. She soon forgot about everyone else as large lights turned on around them. Everything but him faded away and soon enough they were having full on rough sex. He twisted her about changing positions every so often. It hurt but also felt so fucking good. Everything only seemed to add to her experience. Her shame, arousal, bruises, the confinement of her suit, the heat of the lights, the shuttering of the camera and the strangers that surrounded them. It was all so much and she couldn't hold back cumming hard. Her body trembled at first then shook with the intensity of her orgasms.
It seemed to go on forever after that. He kept going putting her in all sorts of positions. At one point he had her bent over and cuffed her ankles to her hands. He'd fuck her then pull out to let the camera get some close up shots of her. Her body felt even sorer. The worse came when they uncuffed her and brought out a box. They set it on a table and she noticed it had a strange hole in it. She realized why when they had her curl up and get in it. The box had an opening for her ass and pussy to hang out. They locked her in and things got quiet. She wondered what was going on.
After a few minutes she felt something cold, really fucking cold touch her ass cheek. She jerked about realizing it was an ice cube. They ran it over her pussy and ass. She could feel it melt and the water ran down her. It felt kind of nice but her body was all confined. She felt the ice cube trace her sex from it went from her ass cheeks, to her anus down to her pussy then lastly hitting her clit. It stung as they held it there. They ran the next ice cube around her ass cheeks. When it started melting they inserted it inside her. She madly shook about in the box having a fucking ice cube shoved up her hole.
It stung and she wiggled around wanting it out but it stayed in until it melted. She felt them insert something else, it was warm and felt really good going in. It filled her up completely and was like a dildo but she could feel air rushing into her. It was confusing. She felt all sorts of sensations. She heard the sound of loud fapping like someone was jerking off, then she felt warmth inside her.
She kept wigging her butt around and tried to push the thing out that was inside her. Dawson put his hand over her keeping it in and gave her ass a hard slap to behave. After a few slaps he slapped her pussy and she wildly jerked about. It hurt and that thing inside her just sunk deeper and rattled around. Finally they took it out and she felt her pussy relax only to have Dawson enter her again. He was rough as he took her but thankfully didn't last long. He stiffened then came. She could barely feel the heat her pussy felt so strange. A few minutes later she felt him seeping out of her. They left her like that for who knows how long. Locked in a box with her pussy and ass exposed dripping with cum.
She heard movement, sounds like people were doing stuff around her. There as music but it was all so muffled. She tried to move to talk, someone ran their finger across her ass. She felt what felt like finger nails, long finger nails. She realized someone else was touching her. She heard some woman laughing then someone slapped her ass a few times. She didn't like this at all. She tried to get out but her muscles felt like they were locked. She suddenly felt like she was overheating and struggled about madly. She realized she could pass out and no one would even know. She shook about and the box moving it on the table. She heard more laughter. Someone came up and put something inside her. It filled her up. She heard a woman's voice say."That ought to shut her up."
She had no idea who or what the woman was talking about then whatever was inside her clicked on and began to madly vibrate. She tried to push it out but it seemed attached to her. As much as she pushed it wouldn't pop out it just kept rattling within her. She fought against it wiggling about but soon came...and then again and again. She wet herself not realizing she had to pee and still she kept cumming.
She heard more laughter beyond her box...the laughter was sick...cruel. She wanted this thing out of her but it just kept vibrating like made stirring her all up. She told him she was sore why...why was he doing this to her. She came again painfully her body quaking with fatigue she was wore out. She needed to rest. Everything was just so sensitiveness. Eventually she felt a hand run over her has and then something changed cause whatever was in her popped out and she was empty again. She'd never been so happy in her life to be fucking empty. They kept her like that again for who knows how long. She didn't complain knowing it could be worse.
Finally they opened the box and she gasped for air. They took off her suit and covered her in water. She drank down almost two bottles worth she felt so dehydrated. They let her rest for a moment then got to work on the last outfit. She just wanted this to be done with. She groaned and cried but complied.
The last outfit...surprised her. They completely covered her body from head to to in make up...she realized they were removing her bruises and blemishes. Her skin loot normal once more even thought it wasn't. After the make up was applied they let it dry giving her another drink and some food. She used the restroom then they put her in a white corset, with a white garter belt and sheer stalkings. From there they put a slip over her and then came a tone of white fabric. Three people moved around her putting her in a wedding dress.
It was so unexpected. She was so used to mesh, leather and chains at this point that she was caught off guard to be in something white and poofy. It looked amazing on her. They had her stand in front of these set of mirrors there must have been six of them. She watched as they laced her up and moved the tress and its massive train around her. Once the dress was perfectly done they put on a wig that looked a lot like her hair only in a bun with various strands dangling around. They gave her a crown of flowers then brought out gorgeous jewels. She was given a necklace and bracelet. Her face make up was done and when they stepped back she looked like a bride on her wedding day.
She...had seen enough late night TV shows to know this had to be expensive. They had gone to so much trouble and she didn't know why. Why did Dawson want her dressed as a bride. They put a veil on her and everything bringing it down around her. She needed someone to guide her as she was given a bouquet of flowers. They guided her to a long red carpet and the most beautiful music played as they helped her step into a large room that had been decorated like the inside of a an old church. There was an alter an so many flowers. The train of her dress dragged on behind her a she walked down the carpet and saw Dawson standing at the end in a tuxedo with his hands folded in front of him. She wondered if she hadn't passed out in that box and wasn't dreaming.
He looked more handsome then ever and wondered if this is what he looked like on his wedding day. He came up to her and took her hand in his. She watched as he pulled a ring out of his pocket and slid it on his finger. It was a black ring with an assortment of blue gems that looked like a small blue rose. She noticed he had a ring as well. It was black with blue gems throughout the band. It matched hers like….they were real wedding rings.
He pulled her veils back then and took her in. He smiled at her and was gentle when he pressed his lips against hers. She didn't get him at all. After all those dirty photos, he wanted one of them like this? The photographer took hundred of photos of them standing together. First at the alter, where they each held wedding candles and then they moving around the room. They brought out a fake cake they could cut and at one point they went to another room and slow danced. The entire time she was so confused. Why did he want photos like this...like they had gotten married. She didn't say a word finding this all so bizarre. Most of all was the way he looked at her. She didn't have her mask on and his eyes were so kind, so full of love. Had he gotten over his issues with her face.
They moved to another curtained room and there was a large canopy bed covered in roses. He carried her to the bed and set her down on the rose petals. They took more pictures of her laying in them. Then he undressed her and took her again. He moved slowly this time unwrapping her like she was a delicate present. She did her best to just lay there looking natural but none of this was fucking natural! They'd definitely done some bazaar shit in this relationship but this had to take the cake for sure.
After he came he said something in another language and the entire room cleared. He laid there then and it took her several minutes to realize he was taking a nap. She didn't think he could do that here but he did. They turned out the lights overhead and the area they were in got really dark. She found herself a little tired herself and soon closed her eyes. She wasn't sure how long they slept but eventually she woke up to him softly kissing her lips.
He brushed her cheeks and whispered to her, "Perhaps, one day we'll do this for real."
"What? Aren't you already married," she said forgetting herself for a moment.
He looked at her but didn't respond. After a minute he got up then walked naked out of the room. She almost fell back asleep but some assistance came to collect her. They took her out of the wedding dress and put something on her that removed the makeup. They had a shower and let her wash up. When she got out they returned her original outfit, mask corset and coat. She thought they would be leaving but they just brought her to a sitting area. They had gave her some water with lemon in it. She liked it finding it refreshing. It didn't have any ice but was ice cold. She brought it up to her forehead then set it down noticing the ring Dawson had given her was gone. He must have taken it back or it had fallen off.
She waited for what felt like hours as Dawson sat with the photographer going over every single picture. She started to get hungry and asked if they had anything to eat but the assistance just shook her head. Eventually Dawson came over dressed in his coat and sunglasses. He snapped for her to get up and they gave her back her shoes.
As they got into the elevator she asked "The ring did you take it?"
"Yes," he sighed as if it were obvious.
"Okay I just wanted to make sure it didn't fall off,"
"Right," he said. "You hungry,"
"Famished, but like the stomach kind not the hole kind,"
He laughed then padded her head, "You've been a good girl today. I think I can reward you."
She smiled and then felt sick smiling at him petting her head and calling her a good girl. "What was with those last pictures...the wedding ones."
He grimaced then said, "You've been a good girl now don't go ruining it."
She scowled but dropped it. The elevator doors opened and they soon left. It was dark out now. Mr. Charles was waiting for them outside and he took them to a restaurant not far away. She wondered if he was going to have her change but made no mention of it. She wasn't sure she could go anywhere like this in just a mask, coat and corset but they pulled up to a restaurant. When they went inside she found it wasn't the usual kind.
As they took her coat off she saw other people were dressed similarly to her. All sorts of couples were exposed wearing various gear. One woman sat at a booth wearing a red latex dress. She had three naked muscular men, in masks sitting under her table with leashes around their neck. Another table they passed had an elderly couple in masks and fetish gear. She wasn't used to someone so old wearing something so erotic but she supposed they were young once. They moved to a private booth and he ordered for them.
She couldn't help but look around at the other people with fascination. After a bit she turned to him and said "I swear the places you know.
"Live long enough and you'll know a lot of places too."
"Right." she said but she doubted it. How did he even find a place like this.
"Right," he said then gave her a kiss.
He seemed much happier now, more so then this morning when they'd gotten into their spat. He'd admittedly scared her. She was still so sore both physically and emotionally. She supposed mentally too. She felt strange like she was hung over but not quite the same. It was probably a side effects of the drug. She couldn't remember everything but knew she hadn't wanted to take it. She didn't mind doing drugs as long as it was her choice...but with Dawson choice seemed to be out of the equation. No that wasn't fair to say, staying with him was a choice and everything that came after it was the result of that choice.
She looked at him from across the table knowing this relationship was so fucked up. Of course it had been from the very beginning. She'd seen him and in less then ten seconds they were outside fucking in a back alley. He nearly choked her out and from then on it had only gotten more 'intense.' She'd never been with anyone like him. She wasn't sure if she ever would be again. There were a lot of time she didn't like him but stayed with him because of the things he could do to her. She liked to get messed up and he could really mess her up. She complained about it a lot... protested but honestly he saved her from the trouble. What was it he'd said to her earlier. 'I didn't do anything you don't already do on your own.'
It wasn't quite true. Sometimes she'd put herself in dangerous situation, or do crazy shit she shouldn't. The danger was there...the fire….she'd hold her hands up to it but always pulled away before she got too burned. With Dawson it felt like she as still holding her hands up to the fire but he was keeping them there. When she wanted to pull back he wouldn't let her. She knew this things of there's was dangerous. Someone was going to get seriously hurt at some point. Who was she kidding! She was going to get seriously hurt! Maybe then she'd learn not to play with fire or maybe she'd-
There food arrived pulling her from her self-reflection. They ate in silence, he ordered them some wine and it tasted good. She wasn't much for such things. She'd be good with a simple beer but didn't mind widening her pallet every now and then. He suddenly seemed tried but got a big smile on his face.
"What?" asked Gwyne, "What's got you beaming.
"You,"
"Really," she said surprised.
"Or more as your pictures, I can't wait to post them everywhere."
"Oh bother...seriously."
"Seriously. I plan to get you on the cover of a magazine but that's only the start. I want an entire gallery set up with you as the center piece on full display. I've already started scouting locations. Of course it wont be here, we'll be relocating as things-" He paused then furrowed his brow. He realized he was going on too much and it annoyed him. He'd let his excitement get away from him. He drank some wine and dabbed his mouth.
"What's that?" asked. Gwyne She'd been listening but not really. She hated when he went on about her gallery. It wasn't so much flattering as freaky. She really wanted this to be all talk but with him nothing was anymore.
"Nothing just planning," he said with a smirk, "Always planning."
"Seriously though don't… with the gallery I don't want it."
"You don't know what you want." he insisted. "But don't worry you'll see." He brushed the side of her face. "I just can't help it, every party of you is so defiled…. so intoxicating. You're like oxygen. I just want to breath you in and blow you out." He winked at her. He put his hand around her waist then pulling her closer. She still felt so sore that she groaned. She already felt blown out given all the shit they'd done and kept doing. She was going to need a good year maybe three to recovered from this prick once it was over. Her moved his hand snaking his fingers under the table. It didn't take him long to find her entrance and poke his finger in. "Don't please….I'm eating and I told you I've had enough."
"You'll never have enough I know you. You're insatiable."
The woman in the red latex dress suddenly walked up to the table and he pulled from her. The woman looked Dawson over then smiled. In her hand she had three leashed. Her muscular men were at her feet crawling around on all fours with cocks as hard as rocks. Gwyne was glad she had her mask on or they would have seen her gawking at their swollen cocks bouncing around. Every last one of them was a big boy.
"Is she breedable?" asked the woman.
Gwyne didn't understand what she was saying.
"Your pet?" she said going on.
The woman leaned forward and her breasts practically heaved out of her dress. Dawson looked at the woman then the men tilting his head. Gwyne realized she was asking to fuck or more as Gwyen to fuck her men. Gwyne looked at the men again then desperately to Dawson thinking she'd just die if he said yes. Knowing him...he would was going to! Her pussy pounded like seriously pounded at the thought, she felt her internal muscles clench and closed her eyes waiting for him to approve.
Yet to her surprise he said, "No, but thank you for asking."
"Pitty," said the woman. Gwyne opened her eyes shocked as the women went on to another table. It was an older bigger man and some young thing that looked even younger then Gwyne. He must have agreed because a few seconds later all three men were pawing off the woman's clothes and within second had her piled on. One in her mouth, the other her pussy and the last her ass. They didn't hold back. Gwyne couldn't help but watching thinking that could have been her.
Dawson leaned into her ear and whispered, "Wishing that was you?"
"No, oh fuck no," said Gwyne admittedly. "I told you I'm tired."
"Right," he said then dipped his fingers between her legs. "That's what you say but your hole is gushing. I swear I can't take it anywhere."
"Stop it," she protested smacking his hand. "It's just agitated from you poking it and the shit we did earlier."
"Right," he said getting up. He must have had a card on file because they headed for the coat check.
"No I mean it," she said grabbing his arm, "I'm glad you declined. Honestly, if I had my way it would just be you and me.
"Really," he said handing their ticket to the coat check clerk. He looked at Gwyne like he didn't believe her then asked "Do you mean that? Just you and me, from now on, no one else, not even your cuck?"
She looked at him for a second and hesitated. She could never leave Corrie.
Dawson seemed annoyed with her lack of response. He was handed their coats, he put his on then threw hers at her. She put it on as they started walking again and he scoffed, "Don't make promises you can't keep!"
"I'm not, besides it's not like you'd leave your wife, right!"
Dawson stopped walking "So you're saying the cuck is the same as my wife?"
"No, I'm just pointing out that you have someone too, it isn't just me."
He tilted his head then said. "I'd leave her, if you left the cuck and swore yourself to me completely."
"What!"gasped Gwyne in disbelief.
He licked his tongue over the top row of his teeth then repeated himself. "If you left the cuck and swore yourself to me and me alone, I'd leave her in a heartbeat."
She didn't understand how he could say such a thing so so casually. "Don't you love your wife? Your family?"
"Very much so." he said without hesitation.
"Then I don't understand you at all! How could you just leave the love of your life for some-"
"I never said she was the love of my life." said Dawson plainly.
WAIT! WAIT A MINUTE! Was he implying that his wife wasn't, that he loved her but she wasn't the LOVE of his life. WAIT! Was...was he implying she was? Her heart skipped a beat at such a thought but surely not! He looked at her for a long moment and she had this eerie feeling he wasn't fucking with her. That if she asked him right here and now to leave his wife, he'd really do it. SHIT! SHIT! She pulled back thinking this was beyond insane.
It was twisted as fuck that he'd leave his wife, leave his family for her some whore he barely knew that was half his age. She shifted her gaze from side to side and found herself frightened by this realization….this level of crazy. One minute he seemed to despise her, felt okay with sharing her and pretty much call her dirt then... the next he'd up and leave his wife for her. He had to be brain damaged. Or going through some hard midlife crisis. This had to be that! Even then, even if he was serious, she could never trust a man like that. Anyone who could walk away from everything they cared about for you, could easily do it to you just the same.
She bit her lip thinking it over then realizing she was being so naive. He was no doubt messing with her. He had to be! She rolled her eyes then crossed her arms and tapped her foot on the ornate carpet of the lobby. "You're just fucking with me aren't you?" She could seriously be so dumb some-
"Have you ever had a pet?" he asked crossing his own arms.
"What?"
"Have you ever had a pet that you loved?"
"Yeah."
"Would you choose that pet over the love of your life?"
"What...No."
"My wife, she's a good girl but that is about all I can say."
Wait! Was he comparing his wife to a pet! Gwyne's jaw dropped opened. Dawson smirked at her then turned and began walking. He went to the front doors and opened them waiting for her. She quickly caught up and Mr. Charles soon pulled up. She was quiet as they got into the car still thinking about what he'd said. Even...even if his wife wasn't the love of his life. It didn't mean he was implying she was. Even then, even if somehow Dawson thought Gwyne was...she loved Corrie. If anyone was the love of her life, she wanted it to be him.
Thankfully Dawson seemed to be done with their conversation. They rode in silence and she wondered where they were going now. She hoped it was back to his place then bed but started to recognize where they were and realized he was taking her home. Oh good that was even better! When they pulled up to her place, Dawson didn't even look at her. She expected him to pull her in for a kiss but he got on his phone and dialed a number. He began talking. She waited for a second then thanked Mr. Charles and got out. She still expected him to grab her but he just let her go.
Alone in the car Dawson hung up the phone. He hadn't made a call to anyone, he just didn't want her talking to him. He hadn't wanted her to say another word...too much had already been said. She'd really caught him of guard with that comment about preferring it just be him and her. He'd had the same thought earlier during their photo shoot. He loved wrecking her and degrading her fucking cunt. He wanted to make her nothing but a hole to be fucked. He wanted to twist her up inside and out like she had his entire life. Yet when she had been dressed up like that...like his bride he'd forgotten his plans completely.
He'd had the rings made on a whim. When he was setting up the photo shoot he'd ordered the last bit for some fun. Given she'd never marry anyone he wanted to see what she'd look like as a bride. His bride. She had been stunning. He wanted to marry her right then and there and spend forever with her. Whatever breath he had left in his body he wanted to spend it on her, being with her, inside of her. always part of her life. He wanted her….wanted it to just be him and her forever as it should have always been. When he took her in that bed of rose petals he didn't want to ruin her. He wanted to cheerish.
More and more this was becoming a common occurrence with him...his indecisive. Love her! Hate her! Wreck her! Save her! Of course, it only happened with her. He began to feel like he had split personalities. One who wanted to wreck her, another who wanted to love her and yet another who just wanted to possess her for all eternity. Eternity, the word rang throughout his head and heart. At dinner he'd still been feeling off it was why her comment had surprised him so. He thought too seriously about it.
He hadn't hesitate for a second when there was a hint of a chance… for them to be together...truly together. He would have left Bray, would leave her in an instant, if Gwyne wanted to be with him, could ever be truly committed. If he had his way she'd never talk to another living soul for the rest of her life. It would just be him and her some place isolated beyond this world. He considered what country they could live in. He'd could buy some estate far off from everything and everyone else. Have a twenty foot wall built around it and they could spend the rest of their days in each others embrace.
She would be the first thing he saw every morning and the last thing at night. He would be her everything and she...she would be the love of- His heart ached as he watched her rush up the stairs of her apartment building. He ran a hand over his mouth thinking he wanted to chase after her, sweep her up into his arms and steal her away. They'd empty his accounts be at the airport by tonight and yet as he sat there watching her disappear into her apartment, he knew such a thing could not be possible.
His gaze grew dark as he grew angry not with himself or even her for once but with the situation itself. Why couldn't he have met her another time, another place before everything in his life, before she had become damaged. He was already set on the path of greatness and he knew when push came to shove he could not have everything. He would no doubt have to choose and it couldn't be her.
He recalled his dream...the one where he'd rebuilt the village. He'd given up everything for Orina but still she had denied him. After all he had done for her, all he'd sacrificed, she'd failed to receive his heart...like a storm his heart thundered in his chest with pain. It wasn't real. It was just a dream and yet he felt...knew he'd give up everything for Gwyne….only to have her destroy him...like Orina. Gwyne...she really might be the love of his life, if such a thing were truly possible but she….she was incapable of love. No she...she was a siren of destruction, cruel... ruthless.
The kind of woman she was….had no heart….no soul. His mantra returned once more bringing him comfort. He reminded himself she was nothing. Nothing but a hole to fuck. She'd been defective from the day she was born. She'd suck him up and chew him out, dispose of him with ease for something better...shinny in a heartbeat. She had no loyalty, no she gave her 'love' out to anyone and anything. She was just a greedy fucking hole sucking in anything she could get hold of and destroy. She could love no one, not even herself. She was damaged beyond repair...a lost cause.
He didn't know how many time or ways he could say it. One of these days it had to sink in. He had to accept the truth. The truth….truth. He chuckled madly to himself as he clutched his chest in anguish. He felt like she had already betrayed him a thousand times over, only for him to forget and remember again. It was like an old wound that never healed, an unending pain, a madness like no other.
He snarled, "Drive!"
Mr. Charles nodded and they pulled away. He buried his head against his hand, closed his eyes and despised her even more then before. With every breath he cursed her name but most of all...he loathed this accursed heart of his that could never seem to give her up and only longed for her and her alone.
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