Welcome to the Pit

Part Five: The Hard Place

"Where am I? What's going on here?" Venus asked Robert, looking around the dimly-lit room.

"HE has asked me to prepare a room for you both."

"Who?" She inquired.

The woman looked to the bed; crisp, white sheets scattered with red rose petals. The air was alive with the aroma of burning incense so sensual, it clouded her mind with more than just smoke. Beside the bed, lay a large equipment case. It looked like something an instrument would be in. She went to investigate it, but was immediately stopped by the roadie.

"I'm afraid you can't see the contents of this case, miss. My boss will be in here soon to conduct your session."

"Who? What session?" she asked, "what's going on here?"

"Your torture session," he replied.

"Torture!?"

He laid a hand on her shoulder, trying the calm her down, "don't worry, you'll love it. And if you behave well enough, master will let you feel 'the hard place.'"

This created more questions in her mind, but she knew that to ask them would be to no avail. Venus again buried her face in her hands, fretfully.

"I have to go now," said the roadie, "he'll be in here soon."

"WHO!?" she desperately inquired, but the inquiry fell on deaf ears, as she heard the creaking of the door.

"One more thing, miss."

Venus said nothing, but listened.

"Don't turn around until he puts the blindfold on. The boss doesn't like for his toys to see his face."

"Oh, no....."

She didn't have long to think on her situation, because the door creaked once more, and she felt his presence. "Master....."

"Good evening my little slave," she heard in a breathy whisper.

The redhead moved to see who it was, and a hand caught her wrist, holding her in place.

"Ah, ah, ah," scolded the familiar assailant, gently, "we don't want to ruin the fun, now, do we?"

Suddenly, something dark and velvet hindered her sight, as "master" tied a cloth around her head. He forcefully pressed her back against his body, snaking an arm from her chest, to her thighs.

"Mmmm."

"You like being man-handled, my little pet? There will be more where that came from! Much more....."

Venus felt "Master" kiss her neck, passionately and caught the scent of his cologne, unconsciously moaning with longing. Longing to feel his hand between her legs.

Bruce was surprised at how quickly his new plaything warmed up to her treatment. He thought to himself that she was made for this, made to be dominated; and that she needed it badly. He squeezed her thigh quickly, then turned her around to face him.

He viewed her full lips, and covered them with his own before pushing her onto the bed. Seeing her helplessly lying before him gave him an erection like never before. He paused to massage it through the tight, latex pants.

Then, the man made his way to the large case, opening it to reveal all his "torture devices."

He pulled from it, a black and red ball gag, and properly attached the fixture to her face, running a finger from her mouth, to one of her breasts.

"Shhhhhh...."

He massaged her chest through the clothes and decided he wanted to see more. Bruce went back to his arsenal and acquired a pair of scissors, quickly setting out to cutting all her clothing open, and removing it.