Bondage story - The Phantom of the Roxy - 44

“No!” she said desperately. “That isn’t… I mean, I want that, but I need...” She took a deep, shuddering breath and tried to sort out her feelings into words she could say. She wanted to tell him how desperately she wanted to be his slave, how badly she needed his mastery. She wanted him to understand that she was burdened with pride, and shame, and guilt, and that they wouldn’t let her come to him voluntarily. That only when she was within his power was she free of the inner turmoil that tormented her and held her back. She needed him to cut through the turmoil, banish her shame and fnd the slave she needed to be, deep down inside. The slave she was at this moment.

But she couldn’t say those things. The turmoil was still there, and the demons were still strong enough, even now, to keep her from voicing what she felt.

“I know what you need,” her master whispered roughly. He stepped forward and shoved her back onto the mattress. With a few quick, deft movements he untied the cords that held the dildos inside her, then pulled. The long, smooth shafts slid out of her grudgingly, as though suction had held them in, and there was an audible PLOP! as they came free of her body. With a savage gesture, he tore open his eighteenth-century leggings, freeing his rampant cock once more. Then, grasping her thighs, he lifted them, forcing them upward until her knees pressed against her shoulders, her spread ass lifted toward him.

Her anus was loose and slightly open, still glistening with oil from the dildo. He planted the giant head of his cock against the tiny opening and leaned down over her, pinning her thighs to the mattress on either side of her with his powerful hands. Then, watching her face intently, he forced his cock into her ass.

Jessica wailed as the massive bludgeon pushed into her, stretching her wider than the dildo had, flling her with hot, living, demanding fesh. She stared up into the burning eyes of her master as he drove deeper and deeper into her, his image becoming blurry as her eyes flled with tears. Her long, ululating wail rose into a broken squeal as the last inch entered her and she at last felt his hips bump against her bottom. She had forgotten how impossibly deep his cock seemed to penetrate her, how intense the sensation was as it probed the depths of her hot bowels.

The Whisperer was tremendously aroused by the open-mouthed, stricken look on her face, the astonishment in her tearful eyes. Drawing back, he thrust into the core of her again, even harder, watching her face intently, then began to hammer into her without restraint. She shrieked and cried as his immense cock pounded her, the tears fowing freely, but there was a hungry look in her eyes that told him that she wanted it desperately despite the pain. Her passion spiraled upward even as his did, her cries growing higher and wilder. She came well before he did, her doubled body bucking and heaving beneath him. He kept slamming his cock into her ass furiously as she screamed out her orgasm, and a minute later he, too, reached climax.

He withdrew reluctantly, panting as he released her and rose to his feet. He stood gazing down at her as she lay naked on the mattress, slowly recovering from his brutal sodomy. He had popped the buttons off of his leggings, and his glistening, semi-hard organ arched prominently from the juncture of his thighs. When Jessica had apparently recovered her wits, he again picked up her clothing, and began to dress her. She helped him, and thanked him and called him Master when he handed her a cloth for her face and a brush for her hair.

As he was leading her from the room, he paused, and gazed down at her, resolve in his eyes. She stared up at him expectantly.

“Reluctant though you may be,” he whispered, “you are still my slave. It shows in your every movement, your every look. You are mine, and you ever shall be. Yet, still, you resist me. Still you will not come to my call.” His eyes fashed with a brief spark of anger at this. “I will continue to call you. Every time you try to fee from me, your punishment will be harsher than before, until you fnally accept your role.” His eyes seemed to soften. “In the meantime, I have decided that you shall have the lead role in my play. The blonde girl is good, but I want you to play Lady Ainsworth. She may have your role. I’ll see to it.”

Jessica stared at him. “Your play? You mean you wrote it? You’re ‘Phinister’?”

“I use that name in my role as playwright,” he nodded.

“You must learn your new part well,” he said with sudden intensity. “Make your master proud of you. Now, go.”

“But I don’t want to take Sarah’s part!” Jessica protested softly. “I’m not as good as she is!”

“Do not defy me!” he hissed, his sudden anger silencing her. “I decide! Now go!”

With that he took her arm once more and led her out into the darkness of the theater’s backstage. He released her arm, and suddenly she was alone in the dark. When she stumbled at last into the light of the stage, David and Tina were standing in a corner, talking quietly, while Sarah and the other actors performed scene six. When they saw her, the rehearsal ceased, Sarah running to her with a relieved look on her face. David and Tina were right behind her.

“My god, Jess, what happened to you? Are you all right? Are you hurt?” said Sarah, the others echoing her concerns.

“I-I’m all right,” said Jessica. She had to make her mind work quickly, for she hadn’t considered what she’d tell them to explain her absence. “I just got turned around in the dark back there, and I got lost,” she said lamely.

“Lost?” said David. “I know it’s dark back there, but I didn’t think it was that big! Why didn’t you answer when we were calling you?”

“I didn’t hear you,” she said, making up her story as she went along. “I fell down some stairs. The basement was pitch-dark and I couldn’t fnd the stairs to come back up. It’s like a labyrinth down there!”

“That must have been awful!” said Sarah, hugging her. “We heard you scream, and we looked for you for like an hour! We’ve been so worried!”

“You’ve been crying,” said Tina. “It must have been scary as hell.”

“There were rats,” said Jessica. “I hate rats.”

“My poor Jessie,” said David. He was hugging her now, his hands awakening the sting of the welts on her back. His comforting hug felt good, even so. Tina had to hug her as well. Her friends had been sincerely worried about her!

“I’m so sorry I made you all worry so much,” she apolo- gized sincerely.

“Don’t worry about us,” said David. “You stay out of that backstage! This is a really old theater. Who knows what’s back there? Could be something worse than rats. Remember when that crazy guy was talking to you through the scrim?”

“Probably one of the freakin’ stagehands,” said Tina, looking around. “Those guys all seem a little crazy. Lurking in the dark and shit.”

* * * * * *

Jessica was given a little time to pull herself together, and then she joined in the rehearsal. She tried not to think about what the Whisperer had said about her taking Sarah’s role. She truly didn’t believe she could do as well with it as Sarah did, and she didn’t want to be in competition with her friend. She really didn’t want to have to bear Sarah’s resentment if she got her part! They were friends, but she knew Sarah’s pride and ambition were stronger than her friendship. She hoped the Whisperer’s infuence wasn’t as strong as he seemed to think it was.

The play was fnally beginning to take shape. They had blocked out every scene, and knew every line, more or less. They were ready to do whole run-throughs, and probably would, soon, once Ira stopped tweaking the scenes. Jessica was fnally able to get a feel for the story behind the script, and was surprised at how well the strange, quirky scenes ft together into a coherent whole. The Whisperer might be crazy, but if he had truly written this play, he was also a genius of sorts.

That night the four friends had a quick dinner in a Japanese noodle place, then shared a couple of pitchers of beer in their favorite bar. Jessica was still preoccupied with her evolving relationship with the Whisperer, but even so, she couldn’t help noticing that David was coming onto her pretty strongly. She didn’t discourage him, because she really was interested, but at the same time she couldn’t think seriously about having a relationship with him when it was the Whisperer who dominated her thoughts and passions.

At the end of the night, as they were returning to the theater, David put his arm around her and whispered in her ear, asking if she would come to his room tonight. She shook her head, but then she kissed him and promised him she’d come to him some other night. He seemed to accept that, and kept his arm around her the rest of the way home. That night Jessica could tell by the sounds that David didn’t sleep alone, though who he was with she couldn’t tell.