Sirens

Chapter Three: Punishements and Retaliation

Ivan roughly escorted Melody to her cell. This particular cell was just the right fit for her as it restricted all of her power. Any noise she made would simply make her that much more delectable. Just thinking about it made him a little excited.

Her numb body began to retain feeling again. She tried to push him away, but he didn't even budge a little bit. His smile grew again as he felt her growing agitation. He locked the gates behind them quickly, not very eager to waste time.

The way she moved her arms to cover her chest, was just delightful. The shackles she wore began to build chains reaching down to the rocky ground. He pushed her backwards by simply coming closer. She shrunk away more and more until her back hit a wall.

He ran his long tongue over his lips as he put his hands on either side of her head, effectively trapping her there. She squealed quietly as his thigh pressed her legs open until she was practically sitting on his knee. He snickered as she opened so easily to him, as if she finally understood that resistance was futile. However, her attempts to fight back were what made it that much more exciting.

She pushed hard against his chest, but he just grabbed the chains and pulled so her hands were stuck to his pectoral muscles. Her fingers balled into fists, but she was stuck. He hooked one arm around the small of her back bringing her close against him. His nose pushed up her head, so he could reach her neck easily.

Ivan sucked hard on the skin leaving a purple-ish bruise. "What else shall I teach you today?" he nipped her ear, "Perhaps you should just tell me where to begin. Or, I can guess where you're most sensitive."

"No!" Melody began to try to twist away, "Ivan stop!"

He let her wrists free. His large hand running over the perfect full moons of her breasts, the nipples standing straight up and hard. "So you like this, huh?" he used the hand on her back to move downward.

His arousal poked her stomach. A sigh escaped her lips as Ivan brought them both down to the floor. Ivan was done waiting. This was his favorite lesson to teach in every aspect. "No..." she whimpered.

"Shh," he whispered, "You need to learn how to listen, little girl. Now then, who do you belong to?" he easily squeezed in between her legs. "Hmm?"

"I don't belong to you," the fear in her eyes betrayed her false bravado, "I'm not owned by anyone..." she tried.

"Enough!" he pressed through, tearing at skin.

Melody screamed, but Ivan wasn't finished. He continued, faster, faster, enjoying every second of it. Ivan fully intended to leave her entirely torn apart from the inside. Her body would be in absolute agony until healing, the very thought overjoyed him. He wouldn't allow her to heal until she knew her place.

The harder he forced, the louder she screamed until she was absolutely writhing. Her breath came in gasps, and her chains jingled with every small movement. She covered her face with her hands trying to stifle any noise.

"Enough..." she screamed again, "No more!" she cried out, "No more..."

Glaring, Ivan released her. Quickly removing himself from inside.

Her shoulders shook delightfully, the rest of her, trembling. Melody's body was pulsing unconsciously to the beat he had created. He made his transformation quickly. "Do you understand now, little girl? You always do as you're told. Who do you belong to?"

She sat up, pulling her knees to her chest, "I belong... to the King of Alantencia..." her voice kept shrinking, "And I'll do exactly as I'm told..."

"Good girl," Ivan opened the gate, "I'll let you heal then. For now. You'll stay here until then, understand?"

Her head bobbed up and down, "Yes... I understand..."