Thread: Scarlett's Biggest Fan (DeRe x glasspearls)

Chase listened to Scarlett's raspy voice as she thanked him. It was the same sultry tone she had used to effect onscreen, and with which he had seduced more than a few lovers. Now it had become just another plaything of his, to be used for heightening his pleasure and increasing her suffering. You didn't start those sentences with this whore, he sneered. Taking a matchbox from a nearby table he placed one between each toe then lit them all simultaneously. As they quickly burned down to sear and scar, Chase added This should help you remember in future. The way her tits bounced upside-down as he thrashed about in pain was like poetry in motion to chase. After hours of abuse her body still maintained its stunning glory. Even her face, looking as it did now like a ravished clown with all the smeared makeup, kept the same arrogant sexuality she exploited so well in her career. The emerald eyes that flashed out from it, however, projected none of that confidence. Diving deep into them Chase knew she had seen her world destroyed, and a little more application of cruelty would push her over the edge. He unclipped the winch, dropping Scarlett headfirst from two feet up onto the concrete. As she lay stunned he took the knife that was still lying nearby and cut the bonds around her wrist. He then took a steel collar and lead from the wall. It was a chokechain, designed to break and train a dog - a bitch. Perfect for my little slave, he thought to himself with a smile. As Scarlett groggily rose from the floor, he slipped the sliver chain around her neck and pulled it tight. Now, slave! he snarled. On your hands and knees, it's time for walkies! Pulling hard on the chain - tightening it harshly around Scarlett's swan-like throat - he began to drag her like a dog in a circle around the room. She had no choice but to maintain a steady pace in all fours, or be choked as the chain yanked her about. Chase continued mocking her like she was a dog in training, cooing at her to go fast and sharply yelling bad slave as she stumbled. Her bruised and abused boobs swung like ripe melons from her smooth chest, slapping into her arms and the floor as she struggled to keep going. With careful use of the chain, and some hard kicks, Chase kept her at a permanent state of near-suffocation. Finally, after ten minutes of blinding torture and exhaustion for Scarlett, Chase felt his own arm grow a little tired. As she slumped to the ground in a retching, mindless agony, he pulled aside a photo on the wall and pressed a small white button hidden in it. A door in the wall swung open with a heavy creak. It had been practically invisible, being made of brick as well. Behind it there was a small 6x6 room, a cell Chase kept for his 'conquests. Along one wall lay a stained, thin blanket which reeked of something foul. In one corner of the other wall was a rusty steel bucket. A bright, stark white light blazed from the ceiling some ten feet up, set behind thick plastic. The other decoration in this pocket-sized hell was numerous scrawlings and scratchings on the wall. Dozens of women who had been held captive there had written their names or messages into the wall. It was a long, sad litany of Chase's brutal career. Reaching down, Chase removed the chain from the heaving Scarlett. It had left a vicious red ring around her white neck. He half-kicked, half-shoved her forward into the cell. As she tumbled in, he took up a can of dog food that had been sitting open on the dungeon table for some days. In a passionless tone he said Because you've been a good slave, you get to eat tonight. If you're good again tomorrow, you'll eat tomorrow night too. But if you're bad, then the only thing you'll be swallowing for a week is your master's cum. He poured the stinking, sloppy contents of the can onto the floor. Bon appetit! he laughed. Sleep well slave, tomorrow is the first day of your training! He slammed the door with a dull thud, and the cell was utterly silent save of Scarlett's ragged breaths and the loudly hissing light.