The Beast - Excerpt

© DrkFetyshNyghts 2016

 

 

The Beast didn't say anything at all. He just got up from the chair and made his way to the side of the penned off area in that underground industrial unit. He slid open a metallic drawer. That sound, of the drawer opening grated on Delta's mind. The little man came back holding something. Something long, pole like. She didn't know what it was. There would be no way that she would have seen something like this before. But then he twisted the end of it and there was a loud, electrical humming sound. She didn't know what that was, but it was another noise that grated on her nerves. Like a sub base kind of humming that existed in the air around them but that emanated from that pole thing that this little man was carrying. She wouldn't know that it was a cattle prod. And that humming she could hear was a sign that the prod was fully primed and ready to go. She might have been forgiven for thinking that this thing was just a pole and that this little man was going to beat her with it. She was resigned to that. She had fucked up after all. And it was like she was preparing her body for the beating that she was convinced that she was going to get.

In the event that didn't happen. And she couldn't have prepared herself for what did happen. She couldn't have prepared herself, not even in her mind for the prod to be pushed into her rib cage by this little man because there would be no way that she could have imagined the pure hell of pain and electricity that was unleashed from the end of that pole or from that cattle prod as it made contact with her flesh. He did it casually. Just walked past her and then turned and prodded it into her side. Just under the side swell of her enormous breast. The spasm, the pain and the hell exploded as one in an instant. Her eyes bulged and almost popped and she stiffened. She stiffened bodily and she went down to her hands and knees involuntarily. The Beast kept the prod pressed to Delta's side. A massive amount of volts and wattage surging through her femininity. And if she hadn't already evacuated her bladder there was the general feeling that she would have lost control of it at this point and evacuated there and then. As it was there were just drips of urine. Where her muscles went limp with the electric surge, just drips, the very last dregs of urine leaving her body. The Beast released the prod and Delta went limp, although she stayed on her hands and knees breathing in deep breaths as though she had been holding her breath for minutes on end.

"Don't disobey me. Don't question me. This is your only warning. Another incident like this and I will start the suffering of your little girl. It will only take one call, that's all. Now do as I say. Get down low, ass high, nipples dragging and crawl. Do it until I tell you to stop." Probably at this point, Delta was entering another level of realisation. That this man meant what he said - that he meant everything he said. Another level of realisation in that she was going to have to let at least some of her dignity and pride go and that she probably wouldn't get it back again.

It was like this incident, this happening was the beginning of another chapter. Or another downturn in her life. She didn't want to be thinking like this. She had the feeling that she needed to stay strong if she was going to get out of this thing. Or that she would need to stay strong if even the hope of getting out of it was going to stay alive. But she somehow knew that she didn't have the strength required. She was panting. The electric shock had taken a lot out of her. She got down to her forearms. All the way down and she felt the sudden coldness on the floor through her nipples. Both nipples pressing into the cold floor. Her back was inverted, arched down and her ass was thrust back. She could feel The Beast's eyes on her. And it was at that point that she had no dignity. She could feel his eyes on her slit just pouting back between her ass cheeks and thighs. Then she was crawling. Slowly she was crawling. Dragging her nipples on the floor. Each time her nipples dragged she sucked in air. Those nipples fully erect and at the same time they seemed to be extra sensitive. The drag with each crawl making her nipples throb. Her nibbling her bottom lip. The thought that there was some kind of bizarre twisted pleasure being forced through her nipples was too much for her to bare and she let out a little sob. He heard that, The Beast and because he heard it he got a bit of pleasure himself. Sexual pleasure at the suffering of this woman. He liked a little more of her dignity was gone. It was the start of the draining of her pride and dignity in such a way that it would not come back. She crawled round and round that little space. Her round ass swaying side to side with her hips. And this man's eyes on her all the time. There was no more room for dignity and pride so he was going to remove it.

"Bowl." He was back to one word commands. And for some reason the command was taking on a bigger significance. The significance in that she knew what would happen if she failed to comply. The fact now that she didn't have the luxury of choice. Not that she ever had that because she didn't. But it had been something to hang onto. Something to hope for when she could question or defy this man. That was gone now and so she crawled slowly, very slowly back to the bowl that she had half filled with her own urine. In the chill underground there, there was still steam rising from that bowl. And then as she got closer to it, the smell of it. That urine smell that hung in the air around Delta. She wanted to cry. She truly wanted to cry but what little dignity and pride was left in her would not let her cry, or sob. Instead she sniffed. She sniffed back her sob and The Beast knew what she was doing. He knew that she was on the verge of sobbing.

"I want you to drink from the bowl. Drink from the bowl like a bitch dog. Sniff it first. Smell yourself deeply and then dip your head in and lap at your piss with your tongue. Taste yourself through you piss." The Beast spoke casually as though he was making it up as he went along. But of course he wasn't doing that. This was a micro-nuanced taking apart of this mature, proud woman. This was the start of that process. Just the start.