Page 54 of The Secret Job: Into the Depths of Depravity
My eyes come into focus and I wish I couldn’t see again. In front of me stands a deranged man enjoying the pain he is inflicting on my body. Jacob is just like him but in a less reformed way. His face has come to life in a way that makes him look half crazed as his painted lips turn up into a cruel smile. His eyes are alight with the intensity of a man doing what he absolutely desires.
“But first…” He whips the nettles that run through my folds hitting and burning my back hole.
“Stopppp!” I scream.
“More,” he replies, measured and stern. Again he whips me and again I scream stop. I hop and jump and twist as I hang from the beam, my body a furnace of prickly hot, itching wildfire radiating across my entire body in waves of thrumming pulses.
He walks up close, the plant still in his hand and ratherthan whip me with it, he holds it in his gloved palm tight against my pussy.
“Why?” I beg, my eyes filling with water as my body sways to get away from his hold.
He looks down into my eyes and replies, “Because your pain is so beautiful, I can’t stop.” I feel his fingers push the nettles into my entrance and can’t believe he’d even go there.
“It stings,” I sob. “Angus, please come and save me,” I mutter.
“He won’t be saving you little rabbit. He will be watching you, loving your tears, your cries and your pain. He will be stroking himself and anticipating everything I’m about to do to you next. He wants me to do it, he’s loving it like Jacob, like me. That’s why you’re here, that’s why we chose you. Because even in the depths of this line we have just crossed, your pussy wants it, wants me to do it, wants to take it and take a whole lot more.”
I feel a finger push into my arsehole and howl anew.
“Take it, take it all,” he growls into my ear. I close my eyes and whimper, feeling the burn from my clit up into my arsehole. My body begins to shake as I’m wrecked with a throbbing burning itch I can’t alleviate in any way. He pushes the nettles in and out of my back passage, alighting nerve endings with its rough intrusion. Then I feel a finger poke into my entrance and howl even louder. I try to close my legs and push him out of my back passage and pussy. He grips me harder, stands his ground and pushes further into both holes as I mewl in an itchy hell. His body is a wall of muscle, with my body at the full mercy of his.
“Make it feel better, I beg you. Stop the itching, please stop the itching!” I shriek almost into his face as I feel the pressure pull away from both my holes. Sensing I’m almost at my limit, he takes a step back and studies me languidly as he takes in the raised, angry rashes that cover my body.
“Stunning, your body is the mottled perfection I washoping for, your pain is causing my cock to throb so hard it hurts. I don’t want it to end but I have to. Let’s get you down and soothe that itchy skin. When I uncuff you, I don’t want you to touch your skin and break it open. I am going to cuff your hands behind your back, do you understand?”
“Yes, I understand Sir. Please just stop the itching, please!” I beg through spluttered sobs.
After removing his gloves, he reaches for the chain attached to the bar and lowers it down to bring my arms lower and uncuffs each wrist. I lower my aching arms and he’s quick to grab my arms around my back and recuff my wrists together. Pulling me along by my waist he moves us into the tiled bathroom that has no privacy glass or walls and says, “On your knees.”
Frowning, I fall to my knees, and look up at him.
“On second thoughts, lean against the wall there under the shower, on your knees, legs open wide.”
I shuffle myself back until my feet hit the walls. I do as he asks, opening my sore, itching legs so my painfully itchy pussy is exposed. I watch as he opens his belt and undoes his zip, pulling out a semi hard cock.
“Trying not to get hard is near impossible when you look like a needy, sad little rabbit, but it’s going to be worth it. Let’s make you feel better now.” Stepping closer towards me I watch and wonder what he is going to do next when I realise in slow motion as a stream of warm urine hits my neck, runs down my sore chest, over my navel and between my legs. The shock of Mateo pissing on me momentarily makes me forget the throbbing itchy pain that is covering my body. On and on the stream flows, running down my chest, my shoulders and arms, covering me entirely except my face. I wonder if it’s helping or just taking my mind off the itching. The flow stops and starts, I guess the semi erection is doing that, drawing out my tormentlonger and longer. When his stream finally draws to an end, he looks absolutely satisfied.
I’m not entirely sure what to say or think. Did I like it, maybe? I didn’t mind it. Maybe if my entire body wasn’t on fire I might well have enjoyed it.
“Ahh, you look fucking incredible. I hope my boys see how beautifully obedient you have been. You have put on quite the show. Here let me take those cuffs off you now.”
He reaches out behind me and frees my wrists, taking them gently in his hands and rubbing my wrists. “I’m going to turn the shower on now, just warm. We need to wash away the stings and then I’ve got an antihistamine for you. Let me help you up.” He takes my hands and helps to slowly pull me up to standing. Out of the line of the water, he turns it on and tests the temperature until it’s warm.
“In you go, little rabbit, everything will ease. Stand there and relax. The shower gel is behind you. Take your time and I’ll be back once I’ve cleaned up and collected lunch.” He turns and leaves me to wash away the nettle’s residue on my skin and I’m glad he’s not there to witness me carefully wash away the itch between my legs and my arsehole. I flush for a minute thinking of Angus and Jack watching me, then I wonder if this shower is just another part of the show that gets them all off. The warm water feels heavenly on my skin and I look down at my wet skin and see the rash has all but disappeared. Breathing in a sigh of relief, I decide I might have survived my first and last nettles lashings. I’m good with surprise kinks, but now I know, it’s a no from me. The water sports on the other hand, the jury is out on that one. If I wasn’t in a special hell from the fiery itch plaguing my entire body, maybe I could have enjoyed it.
I turn off the taps and grab a white towel, wrapping it around my body. I grab another towel and wrap my hair in it and begin to pat my skin dry.
25
Minutes later, Mateo returns with a tray of food and a fresh t-shirt hanging over his arm. His face is still a painted mask but it no longer sets my pulse on edge. I watch as he lowers the tray to the bed and for the first time, I notice his arm muscles flex as he sits down on the bed, the tray between us.
“Here, have this polo, don’t stay in that damp towel,” he coaxes and passes me the top.
“Thanks,” I reply and take it in my hands. It’s dark navy and eons larger than the size I would usually wear.
“Let me see your skin before you put it on, come here,” he commands and there is nothing in his tone to argue anything different. He’s seen everything now, there is no point even considering covering up my modesty. I just stand, looking directly into his light eyes and drop my towel. I pad over to him and stand between his legs.
“If you stand close enough for me to bite your nipple, you can forget about eating,” he says, his voice cool and calculated. In the flick of a switch, he went from almost doting to predator.I feel the need to squeeze my thighs together, but hunger tells me to step back and take his warning to heart.
