The Mugger's Surprise

[BadForm]

Ray Jones

He screamed aloud at the searing touch of the newly inflamed metal to his skin. It was intense, so very intense. It wasn't just burning, it was melting through his skin and into his heart. At least, that was the image flowing through his mind. He listened to her words, watching her face in awe. There was.... There was a struggle there. He hadn't notice it before. What was it?

"Whats wrong with me?" he wasn't even aware that he had spoken that question, that his thoughts had been made solid. "What's wrong with me then?"

 

[ARaynes]

Elizabeth Boutalia

"What's wrong with you?" She couldn't figure that out. She didn't know if he were asking what was wrong with him, because he did this to women, or what was wrong with him because he enjoyed her torture.

"You have no idea? Come now. Really, you don't think there is a thing wrong with stealing from women who are not lazy pathetic excuses for humans like you? You are sick, lazy defiant against the laws of nature. You wish only to...." she stopped moving to the bottom of the bed and to his feet. Blowing the lighter out quickly she pressed the medal to the arch of his foot. "Harm so that you can survive instead of learning skills to take care of your own. You find control exciting, breathing in the air of the helpless."

She pulled the lighter away and lit it one last time. "You make me sick. Revulsed that a louse like you can live on this planet and never have to pay for what you are, what your actions cause."

His blood corsed through her veins, calling to her. She must not. She stands, pulling herself away from him. Standing before the dresser she says.

"Your last question of the evening."

 

[BadForm]

Ray Jones

He was expecting the pain when she touched the searing metal to his raw foot, and maybe that is why he didn't pass out. But he couldn't restrain the yell as his sole erupted with flaming agony. It was horrible, worse. It was as if she were peeling the skin from his body with the lighter. And he felt the growingly familiar tremors in his groin as he responded to the agonising torture.

There was one question he wanted to ask. Perhaps it was the last of his defiance trying to get him out of there. Perhaps it was his submission seeking the worst torture she could give. He had no idea what, but his mouth formed the words.

"I cannot fight you any more than they can fight me... Aren't we really both the same?"

He regretted it before she responded. Nothing good could come of a question like that.

 

[ARaynes]

Elizabeth Boutalia

Her body shook with rage. Faster than the eye could see she pulled something out of the drawer and was at his bedside.

Her body tense, her hands quick she hit him, a stiff dowel with barbs all around it hit his middle.

"I *thwack* am not *thwack* like you *thwack* for I *thwack* punish *thwack* scum like you! *thwack*"

She yelled and seemed to get more painful with each slap.

::STOP IT!:: The voice screamed at her. ::GO NOW::


::I am not finished yet:: She yelled in her head at the nagging voice that would not go away. ::He must learn that I am not like him.::


"CUM BASTARD!" she screamed at him, hitting him harder and harder, wanting him to cum so only when he did that could she deliver a hit to his groin, sending him into pain more than known.

 

[BadForm]

Ray Jones

He cried out as the tiny metal barbs ripped his skin for the first time, feeling at once the agony of the second and the terror that she was going to kill him. She hadn't tied him that day, which was why his hands could go instinctively to protect himself. The next blow fell across his fingers, almost shattering them. His hands jerked away as his cry resounded through the entire house. Then another blow, slicing into his midriff, chewing surface flesh easily. And still he came. Even in the certain knowledge that he was going to die this night he found a thrill in his helpless suffering and came. His own sperm sank onto his bleeding wounds, increasing the suffering there. His eyes locked with hers again, almost unseeing in his delirium.

"Th-thank you, mistr..." he mumbled as unconsciousness ate at his mind.

 

[ARaynes]

Pepper McDonald

She left him there, just as he was, her anger now sated. Pepper heard the cries and came to him, cleanning his wounds, hoping that she hadnn't killed him.

It took her a while to bind him wounds, his fingers in one had fractured. She put then up the best she could with what she had lying around.

"What did you say to upset her so bad?" She asked knowing he would and could not answer. She pushed his hair back looking into his face. ::Why couldn't you make this easy on yourself?:: She asked him in her thoughts as she softly kissed his lips. She knew that he wouldn't feel it, but she wanted to kiss him.

She sat be his side the rest of the night, falling asleep and laying over him at one point. She wanted to be there when he woke though.

 

[BadForm]

Ray Jones

Ray slept fitfully, his dreams punctuated by thoughts of his mistress. She who had hurt him and pleasured him so intensely. She who he must obey. She who had complete power over him. SHE. Images of her mocking, angry face danced before all manner of torture implements as he was forced to choose. What would she do this time? What could he beg her to do to him?

In his sleep his good hand fell to his rapidly bulging groin, resting there, half locked around his penis. That was when the dreams got more intense, more vibrant and more terrifying than ever before. He awoke with a scream, staring unseeing, into the night-time room. It took several seconds to even realise Pepper was there.

 

[ARaynes]

Pepper McDonald

Pepper whispered out to him, touching his mind, calming him....

"Are you alright?" She put her hand on his shoulder. He had actually scared the crap out of her waking her like that. She knew her heart was racing.

 

[BadForm]

Ray Jones

Ray looked at her, without blinking for a moment as sensation returned to his body. His wounds stung through their dressing and he could barely even move one hand. His whole body seemed to be afire with stinging messages of pain, but he didn't show it.

"I... I am fine," he said, looking at her in the lamplight.

 

[ARaynes]

Pepper McDonald

She handed him the glass of water off the nightstand and two pain pills. "Here take these. It will help with the pain."

"She must have gotten really upset with you. She broke your fingers, Three I think, but I tried to splint them the best I could. I could take you to the hospital if you don't trust my judgement or you want a cast. I tried waiting up for you, but I must have fell asleep on you. Sorry."

She was rambling and she knew it. "I am sorry, I will go if you don't wish me here. I just needed company at the moment."

 

[BadForm]

Ray Jones

He took the painpills uncertainly. Now the ecstasy had died, he no longer wanted the excrutiating pain he was suffering, but should he take them, or would it be better to make himself adjust to her worst? In the end the pain won out and he tossed the pills down his throat.

Pepper wanted company. He saw nothing in Pepper other than that she was the woman he had to please in order to be taken by the vampire. That meant... he couldn't refuse her anything. He couldn't tell her to get out. He had to pretend to care.

"It's ok," he said. "What's wrong?"

 

[ARaynes]

Pepper McDonald

She shrugged. "Nothings wrong, just sometimes I need to be around people, and your the closest thing to people I got."

She knew the last words were exactly what Elizabeth were to say. She wondered why those words came out of her mouth.

She got up. "Was your nightmare bad? I never dream myself, only see others."

 

[BadForm]

Ray Jones

A flurry of different emotions snowed through his mind at Pepper's insult. Who did this girl thing she was, insulting him like that? If he was outside of here he would have taught her a lesson about being a nasty bitch she would never forget. But he wasn't outside of here, was he? And that made him wonder if just maybe she could be made as dominating as the vampire. He blushed slightly as he decided to answer her question.

"My nightmare was... my nightmare was good. It was about Her."

 

[ARaynes]

Pepper McDonald

Pepper seemed to shake her head. "Yes, she is everywhere at times." She smiled. "You know, she does have a reason for wanting you to be rehabilitated."

She stood up. "I am going to fix me a margarita. Want one?" Ginding that funny she grinned. "Or should I give you two more questions before you answer?"

 

[BadForm]

Ray Jones

She knew... Had she and the vampire discussed what was going to happen? Was Pepper in on it more than she was letting on? That was even more uncomfortable to him than the way he had changed. And what did she mean about the vampire having a reason for wanting to reform him? She wanted to stop him hurting women - she'd told him that. Yet he had not been given permission to ask questions, only teased with the knowledge that Pepper knew what had happened.

"Yes please," he said, nodding his acceptance of a drink he had never heard of before.

 

[ARaynes]

Pepper McDonald

"Come on. You know, If I couldn't read what you think sometimes I would never know what you were talking about. I gave two questions and you only gave one answer."

She blurted it out before she could realize. That was totally unlike her. She hurridly walked out of the room and into the kitchen before he could ask her a question.

"I make them regular most of the time, but since you probably have never had one I will make them with regular and strawberry."

 

[BadForm]

Ray Jones

She could read his mind? Was that how she knew what was happening with the vampire? Was there some kind of mind-link between a vampire and her victims? He had no idea at all. Pepper had said she was just a servant of the vampire, but he didn't know whether to believe her any more. And what was that about her having asked two questions? She asked about the drink but that was all. He wondered what he had missed and ran the conversation through his head once more. The only other thing she had said was should she get him a drink first or offer two more questions. How was he meant to answer that?

"I don't know what I am meant to say," he responded, trying also to work out if he was meant to get up without being commanded.

 

[ARaynes]

Pepper McDonald

She peeked her head in his room when he didn't come out. "Are you up to moving or do I need to bring them in here. YOu can come out, I won't bited......" She said, before walking back into the kitchen to start their drinks.

"You have lots of questions, I only hope that within the next while you will get your answers."

She finished the drinks, "Are you coming?" She hollared into his room from the hall.

 

[BadForm]

Ray Jones

That question was a demand, he knew. So he got up and walked through to the kitchen. She had not ordered him to dress, so once again, he did not do so. He was starting to get used to the feeling of being naked about this house now, and wondered if that was deliberate on their part.

"I am here," he said, hanging his head, and standing with his hands clasped behind his back.

 

[ARaynes]

Pepper McDonald

"Here, drink this. It is strong, but it will help the pain. You do know that you can go about as you wish here. Do you really like being naked?" She wondered if he could actaully get the hang of taking care of himself.

"These are margaritas." She said, taking a sip of her own. "Are you feeling any better? You aren't much into conversations are you?"

 

[BadForm]

Ray Jones

She spoke enough for both of them. He'd never been a big talker, he never made the friends to do so with, and at first he'd found her jabber to be annoying. But now, he was growing accustomed to that too. She had asked him questions though, and he must answer them.

"Thank you for letting me be free within the house," he said, the subservience of the statement now a pleasure to him.

Did he like being naked? Words he had never used before began to form on his lips. "Being naked is what I must do, what I should do. Unless I am told to wear clothes. If you order me to dress, I will. I am sorry if I offended you."

And the last question spoke for itself, he felt, but knew better than not to answer. "I am sorry that I do not talk much. I will answer anything you ask me."

 

[ARaynes]

Pepper McDonald

She blushed as he asked if he offended her. Quite the contrary. She liked watching him naked.

"No, you don't offend me. YOu have a nice body. But you can speak when you want to speak to me. As I said, I am not her."

She started to remove her gown and robe. "If you insist on being naked, and I am your equal then I too shall be naked."

She finished removing her clothes and then asked, "Do you like the Margarita?"

 

[BadForm]

Ray Jones

Ray kept his eyes downcast as she stripped, believing this was another test. He could not help being a little aroused, but fought it as best he could. She kept saying she was his equal, but the fact she seemed to be able to read his mind made a lie of that. She was more deeply linked to the vampire than she was saying, of that he was sure.

She had asked him another question. Did he like the margarita? His tastebuds were not used to it and he found it distasteful. He did drink, but it was always cheap stuff. Beer, maybe some cheap liquor. Not this. So to him it was too unusual to be pleasant. How should he answer. Honesty would be an insult. A lie would probably be detected. All he could do was hope honesty was what she wanted.

"I am sorry, but I do not like it. It is not what I have drunk before, but I will for you of course."

 

[ARaynes]

Pepper McDonald

She laughed. "Well, Ray, you are such a winner." She walked over to the refridge and pulled out a beer. "Just for you." She smiled and winked at him.

"You are right. I am more linked to Elizabeth than you think, but what you are thinking is entirely wrong." There was a sparkle in her eye. "I am a psychic. I can read your mind through that, not through her. I can see what you think, but nothing more. IF you want direct answers, you will have to ask direct questions."

 

[BadForm]

Ray Jones

Ray put the bottle of beer between his teeth and ripped the cap off, stopping to look at Pepper's dismay just before he spit it out. He dropped it into his hand and laid it gently on the table, apologising to her. So, she was a psychic. Or that was her latest statement. It didn't really matter why she could read his mind though, as the fact was still the same - she could. As to asking questions. That wasn't his place. Already he had come to feel there would be something wrong somehow about doing so. She obviously wanted him to say something though.

"Thank you for the beer," he said to her. Then, after a pause. "I have no questions which you need to answer unless you wish me to ask you something."