The Bitchling 2 - extract

 

2016 - Location B

 

There was no 'description' that could be attached to the pain that Norman suffered during that spoiled, ruined, destroyed orgasm. It's like there are no words that would suffice. Even the words pain and torture don't do it justice because it was a wall of something that happened all at the same time. The orgasm, the torture of being unable to ejaculate. That feedback of the semen down the same tube that is trying its best to shoot the semen out of. But that outlet blocked by a sound, and a tap. Slight leanings of pre-cum and semen from round the sides of the sound wasn't enough of a relief to stop the God awful pain that was a result. It wasn't a relief at all. If anything, that little trickle being a psychological torment too far. Like feeding a desperation to get that semen out. And at the same time feel the full benefit of the orgasm. That orgasm then being drowned out by the wall of pain that ensured, cataclysmic internal pain. Like a private pain that was debilitating at best. At worst it felt like the kind of pain that could destroy a life. The kind of pain that could infiltrate the mind and stay there and never be removed. A pain that infests the whole of the sexuality of Norman, inside, taking in the core of his cock, and spreading into the tubes coming from the balls, and then into the lower tummy. That pain spreading but then intensifying, becoming something that was indescribable. The orgasm progressing despite that pain and then that orgasm, in Norman's mind being responsible for that god awful pain that he was suffering. And all the time the vision, and the view of this woman, Elise Cross QC, dressed and skinned in latex and heels - red lips, red nails. Watching him, soaking up his agony. Something that he had been able to do. Watch and soak up the agony of his victims. Feeding his need. Now the tables turned. Not just turned but turned inside out and twisted round. This was a man in rapid decline. A man who had been put into rapid decline very quickly and very precisely.

It was difficult to know what would be going through Norman's mind really. He had so much to contend with as it was. This was just something else. This was just another step up. This woman, the Elise Cross QC had entrapped him hook line and sinker even though he knew who she was in the bar that night. He knew who she was, he had recognised her despite that platinum blonde wig. He had spotted her, smelled a rat and still he had fallen for it. It was just that she had made her move before he made his. When she had invited him back to her place he thought his luck was in. It would have been if he had made his move sooner. If had made his move at all. But she was one step ahead of him. Several steps ahead of him actually.

But he had decided that she was going to suffer so much for the jail time she had made sure he was going to serve. Four years out of his life, languishing in a jail cell when he could have been out abusing, torturing and then murdering women and girls. He had chuckled to himself when he had seen right through her disguise. And he had played along with her as though unaware of who she was. But he thought he had it all in hand. Thing was that he didn't have it all in hand. She was at least that one step ahead of him. Truth be known she had been several steps ahead of him all the time. He hadn't given her credit. It was a sign of what he thought of the female sex - not a lot.

That she hadn't been happy with his 4 years served sentence had been hurtful to him. How dare she think he should do more! The thing was that he hadn't given her enough credit for 'anything'. And least of all for having the audacity to come after him after he had been released back into society. The thing was that he couldn't work out what she was up to. When he had recognised her in that bar he had thought 'what the fuck'. The thought that she was coming for him, like really coming for him, didn't enter his head such was his arrogance. Not even for a second. That was why Elise had been able to make her move, with ease. That was why her plan proceeded smoothly and efficiently. And that was why Norman the sick, deranged, well-spoken pervert was feeling the pain right now.

"Are you ready for the rest of your life?" It had been the question that he had felt when the pain was at its height. When it was at its worst. It was one of those questions that hadn't required an answer. It had been whispered for effect into his ear. In his mind he was screaming with that pain and he was all distorted and cringing from that pain. As much as he could be anyway, on that wheel, at her mercy. This was a woman who had done her research. She must have just googled 'maximum pain' and seen what it spat out. The system taking nano seconds to come back with several hundred thousand results that she then spent time pouring over and filtering out. But no, Elise's research had gone deeper, much deeper than that.

"I am going to hurt you some more Norman. I am going to hurt you some more because I want to ask you some questions. And the thing is I want you to tell me the truth. So to remove the urge or the temptation to lie to me, I am going to hurt you a little bit more - the kind of pain that you won't want to go on for too long. The kind of pain that you will want to stop as soon as it starts. Do you understand Norman?" Elise wasn't speaking for effect now, even if the effect was dire on the psychology of Norman. She was speaking casually, just tell him how it was going to be. Just informing him really the way it was going to be. Letting him know. She didn't have to do that. She could have simply started to work on him, asked the questions and seen what was spat out of that disgusting mouth of the creature. But informing him, letting him know, she was pre warning him that there was a way of lessening or stopping the pain she was talking about. A way to stop it. A way to make him want to die less and less. It was part of the game. Part of the destruction of Norman.

"Please don't hurt me anymore Miss, please don't hurt me anymore." The words didn't mean much, but the tone and the way that he delivered them wetly was of importance to Elise. It was like she was looking for a certain -point in his breaking down. Like she was looking for the exact point in his destruction. "Oh but Norman, I have to hurt you a little bit more. I have to be sure you tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth." She smiled wide. Actually Elise smiled like she didn't have a care in the world. Maybe she didn't. She flicked a testicle with a finger nail. A hard, direct flick to one ball that created and wall of pain that seemed to reverberate through Norman. The flick of the deep red finger nail had woken that orgasmic, denial pain again. And it seemed to travel through him bodily. Pure pain as though it had been delivered in its most concentrated form. She waited until his screams had died down. She wasn't in rush. She had a whole year during which to work on this nasty piece of work. By the time she had finished with him, he would be unrecognisable as the pervert who had done those things to Jade.

"You didn't help the police with their Enquiries when you were caught with Jade. In fact you said nothing throughout the process. You went to jail saying nothing. In a way, I admire you for that. But now I need to know if anyone will be looking for you. Will anyone miss you? Will anyone care that you have vanished off the face of the earth? Because basically this is what has happened. You have been taken off the radar in more ways than one? Don't answer me yet. Just wait." Elise had dragged the stool with her stiletto's foot back in front of that wheel and she sat on it. Very short height of that stool ensuring her knees were forced high because of the height of her heels. She knew that his whole reproductive system, his maleness would be tender down there. From that enforced orgasm and that denial of ejaculation. She knew that he would be in pain there for a long time to come. She didn't punch his balls as such. Rather she backhanded them. Both of them at the same time. She didn't even have to do it hard. It was more a back flick of her perfectly manicured fingers. And with that flick then the wall of pain. There was something about the way this man twisted and contorted his face when he was in agony that excited Elise. She would never lie to herself. There was something about having this man in agony and at her complete utter mercy that excited her in ways that she had never been excited before in her life. She did another flick of the balls. And then she slapped the area just above his caged, cathetered cock. And there was another noise that came from him. This time the noise was higher pitched. It was a sign that he was in more distress.

"When you're ready to answer me truthfully, you can Norman." Once again Elise was cool and calm in the way that she spoke. There was nothing ruffling her. She wasn't working under any form of duress or any form of pressure. She seemed totally at ease with what she was doing. She had had long enough to put the details of her plans into action. She was at ease because she knew that nothing could go wrong. It didn't matter what answer Norman came up with, the outcome would be the same. From his point of view, from what little ability to think remained, he wished he could say that there would be people looking for him now and that this twisted sick fuck of a bitch would get her comeuppance. How he truly wished he could say that there were people at this very moment who would be looking for him and that her days were numbered. The fact was that he couldn't say that. Elise flicked his balls again and there was that pain through the balls and through his tummy. That was when he sobbed. And Elise could tell from the way that he sobbed that he was telling the truth. "No, no there's no-one. No-one who would look for me Miss. Please stop that pain. Please please. I promise no-one is looking for me. There is no-one who could look for me, or would."