Chapter Fourteen

Rafe felt strangely hollow as he drove away from his best friend's isolated compound. He was well aware that the young woman he had grown dangerously (to his rather narrow self-concept, which didn't allow for a whole lot of vulnerability on the male side of the equation) attached to was that very moment getting a no doubt very sexual orientation to her new circumstance. And if he were to be totally honest, a surprisingly large part of himself felt jealous, as though he and not his mentor and oldest friend should be the one subjecting Nicole to the painful pleasures that were being administered to her lissome naked body. All in the service of addiction recovery, of course, just as Leyla's naked torment had been solely motivated by military necessity...right.

The Latino dom had been fascinated by the tale of the rather twisted romance between Jack and his former interrogation subject. Who could have known the hidden vein of submissive sexuality that was uncovered by being broken down over the course of a week by starvation, sleep deprivation, constant psychological pressure, and the climactic scene in which the sexually naive young woman was painstakingly spread-eagled, stripped naked, and erotically punished?

Jack had told him of the scene some weeks later, when she had persuaded her jailers to summon him to her solitary confinement cell. The smirking guard had admitted him and ostentatiously closed the peephole in the solid metal door, sending a clear signal that he could do whatever he wanted without fear of observation or consequence. The dom's huge muscular body practically filled the six by ten foot cinder block cell, decorated with a metal shelf bed covered by a thin pad and a single blanket, and a standard prison stainless steel sink and commode in the other far corner from the door. All was painted a dull institutional beige save the bed platform and commode, with the cement floor in a dull grey save for one small metallic grated drain. A bright fluorescent light bathed the room in a lurid glow as they confronted each other for the first time since he had broken her so thoroughly.

Leyla was dressed in the standard prison jumpsuit, hers in bright red (as opposed to the orange of the rest of the prison population) since she was charged with attempted murder. The color contrasted sharply with her pale cafe au lait beauty, her close shorn hair emphasizing the perfect shape of her head and statuesque neck, her enormous dark brown eyes searching his flinty blue ones accusingly. He asked: ‘Why did you ask to see me, Leyla?’

She took a long time to answer, making him wait for the first time in their odd relationship as her intense gaze bore into him. Finally, she whispered (in Arabic): ‘You know very well what you did to me...you found out somehow about my weakest point...the part of me that gets disgustingly...aroused...by having painful things done to my private parts...and now everything is ruined for me. If I am placed with other prisoners, I will be killed...even if I was released, I would be murdered on the street within days. And so I am kept alone, left to think only about what it was like to be tied naked and splayed so that all of my most personal parts could be beaten with your horrible switch. And then I hate myself and my weakness even worse, because I get so turned on when remembering what you did that I have to touch myself...and then I come like I never imagined possible, hiding under my blanket, hoping the guard can't hear the disgusting animal sounds I make...and within hours, no matter how hard I try to hate you and all you stand for, it all happens again.’

This was new territory for the dom, and he was fascinated by it. He had of course had many partners in his private BDSM world find him magnetically compelling after he had visited similar torments upon their bodies. But that had been elicited by a careful program of precisely measured aliquots of erotic pain interspersed with sexual pleasure, the one inevitably leading to the other until the combination became almost hard-wired into its recipients' brains. In this case, nothing overtly prurient had ever been included in the interrogation procedure, just the systematic splaying, stripping, and intimate beating of each of the lovely Iraqi's erogenous zones. He suspected he was dealing with the most profoundly submissively wired woman he had ever encountered. And this, combined with her beauty and incisive intelligence, made Leyla the most fascinating subject he had ever dealt with.

But the game would need to be played out very carefully, in case he was being manipulated himself. So he looked searchingly into her eyes as he replied: ‘It sounds like you are hoping for something, or perhaps offering something, Leyla. If I am going to help you, you will have to be more explicit.’

She sighed, her gaze fierce and shy at the same time, and responded: ‘You know we never had sex in the resistance...it was considered a violation of our sacred oath and the Holy Quran for us to be gratifying ourselves while on jihad. Such things were to be left for our lives in Heaven after martyrdom. No one needed to know about my disgusting secret habit of touching myself between my legs and on my nipples under my hijab while thinking about being switched by my Ummi on my naked bottom cheeks. But now, I have been exposed, since I know you saw the repulsive evidence of my hungry cunt, slathering with its perverted appetite as you punished me just as she did. And then you even switched me there, and on my tits, and between my buttocks, kissing all of the places where my twisted mind had fantasized about being beaten. So you have ruined me for anything else, and I must give up my fantasies of revenge on America, and accept my slave nature. I know you can take me with you when you go back home, take me out of this isolated Hell and into your service. I will be your willing houri, the resident of your harim, completely devoted to your pleasure in all things, gladly offering up my body to be punished or pleasured at your whim, to take your cock in any of my orifices whenever you wished, thinking of nothing else but how to better serve you in all things. That is my offer, and it is totally real, and if you decline it, I will take my life right here in this cell by hanging myself with my jumpsuit.’

Now this was an amazing turn of events. As a highly skilled interrogator, Jack had a developed sense of when he was being lied to, and all of his detectors said that Leyla's offer was serious. But he needed to test her by demanding action, so he said: ‘Very well, slave. I will accept your terms, and can indeed make happen what you imagined. We can begin by you removing your clothing right now.’ The slender Iraqi showed a moment of surprise, but then calmly unzipped her jumpsuit and stepped out of it, her long limbed body much more toned than the dom remembered from their fateful session six weeks earlier. He asked: ‘How is it you have become so fit, Leyla?’ She replied without betting an eyelash while removing her cheap white cotton brassiere and panties: ‘When I was not masturbating to thoughts of what you had done and might do to my body, I was exercising like a demon, many hours each day, to make my body more perfect so that it would please you as much as possible.’

Indeed, the muscular dom was quite enthralled with what he saw. Leyla's generous breasts and buttocks remained just as femininely robust, but the rest of her body had lost its reed-thinness and was far more toned and muscular and sturdy. In fact, it approached his own particular sweet spot of female body types, and he hankered to put it through its erotic paces as soon as possible. But patience was in order, if he was to accomplish the complete enthrallment of its owner, given how violently hostile she had been at the start of this strange relationship.

Jack had heard of such violent swings in his review of the history after the Second World War. The term 'Stockholm Syndrome' was used to describe this phenomenon, based on an incident from the Swedish capitol in the 1970's in which hostages had become emotionally attached to their kidnappers and abusers. There were famous cases in the wake of the Holocaust in which former female prisoners had even actively sought out their sadistic concentration camp guards in the chaos of post war Europe and gotten into sexual relationships with their erstwhile torturers, one of which was depicted in a well-regarded film. But even though the data showed that as many as a quarter of captives formed such so-called 'traumatic attachments' to their abusers, this was the first time the muscular dom had encountered such a bond in his several years of work as an interrogator. His sadistic heart leapt at the possibility, but he also knew that pursuing it was fraught with all manner of risks (including that Leyla was playing him either purely for escape, or for revenge, or both).

So he decided to test her immediately. He watched her face very carefully as he asked: ‘So, my very bad girl, what exactly are you hoping I will do with you right now, given that the guard has been bribed to ignore any sounds coming from this cell for the next unlimited amount of time until I knock on the door?’ The lovely naked Iraqi didn't hesitate an instant, having rehearsed this moment a hundred times in her obsessive ruminations about the man who so trivially broke her. She declared: ‘I want my body to be punished hard, as I deserve for having been such a terrible person, both in my attempted murders and in my betrayal of my comrades. And then I want you to take my virginity in any way you wish, since I've never been with a man sexually and long to find out what it's like to come to life in that way.’

So far, this response was consistent with the story she was trying to get him to believe. But her actions in the realization of that fantasy would tell the tale. Jack ordered: ‘Very well, then. You are to stand on your sleeping platform with your legs spread wide, and to bend over to place your palms on the mattress to brace yourself. I will use my hand to spank your buttocks for a long, long time, and if you ask me to stop, we will know you are not serious about your atonement. As for the rest of what you desire, that will depend on how you take your spanking, both in your behavior and in your body's involuntary reactions.’

Leyla shivered as she complied, well aware that her moment of truth had arrived. Perhaps all of her feverish fantasies on furtive masturbations of the past six weeks had been just in her head. What of the reality of being punished by her overpowering tormentor was less appealing than she had imagined, or even actively repulsive? Then she was truly in Hell, since she knew that she could no more fool the man who had broken her so completely than she could sprout wings and fly out of her prison cell. Of course, her lifelong modesty was hardly to have been undone by a few weeks of sexual fantasy and self-stimulation. So she flushed hotly as she assumed the position to receive her very first erotic spanking, her bottom cheeks flagrantly parted and her virginal pussy placed on unprecedented display even compared to her spread-eagling when she was tortured.

The dom observed this, and reinforced his psychological power by demanding her articulation of her mortification. ‘Tell me exactly what you are feeling, bad girl, in every detail, right now!’ She moaned in embarrassment and muttered: ‘I am totally ashamed that my slutty and perverted sexual needs have offered up willingly to your eyes the parts of me never seen by a man except you and the man who helped you to break me. I hate it that my pussy is totally wet and turned on, and that you can see that and know the truth of how depraved I have become, how low I have sunk from my mission to become a holy martyr for my country's cause against you infidel Crusaders. I despise that I actually revel in how far into sexual slavery I have become willing to fall, just to feel your touch, no matter how violent, or intimate.’

Jack could not deny the truth of this, as the gorgeous virginal pussy whose bright pink engorged labia were opened to him amidst the closely curled vegetation of its coal black pubes was as engorged and lubricated as any he had ever seen. This woman was damned near ready to come from the slightest touch, and he could not help himself but to demonstrate that fact. He reached out with his right index finger and began encircling Leyla's flagrantly erect clitoris as she moaned in pleasure. And within a minute she was climaxing loudly, her sweet contralto cries of ecstatic release filling the cell (and no doubt delighting the salacious guard who was certainly listening on the other side of the sturdy metal door).

Once her orgasm had passed, the dom declared: ‘You are rather responsive, bad girl. Let's see what effect a good long spanking has on that hungry little pussy of yours!’ And then he stepped to her left, placed his left hand atop her sharply bent lower back and proceeded to administer a brisk hand spanking to the lovely large firm buttocks offered up so temptingly. Their owner cried out freely at each shockingly painful collision between naked and never-before hand-spanked bottom flesh and Jack's hard palm, calloused from many hours in the weight room. He gave her a hundred swats to each nether moon, delighting in the firm consistency and charming reactions his targets demonstrated in their futile efforts to mitigate their plight. And just as he had suspected (and, frankly hoped), her tell-tale pussy responded to the travails of its near neighbors by enthusiastically lubricating, such that by the end of the spanking her fluid evidence of arousal was actually running down her taut inner thighs.

This exudate smelled so fresh and delicious that the dom decided not to restrain himself and dropped to his knees to lean in and engulf the organ in question in his mouth. His hands meanwhile found Leyla's inverted breasts, and soon she was coming again much harder than ever before in her life, her cries of ecstasy filling the still air of the cell for several orgasms. During this time Jack investigated her breasts, gradually increasing the intensity of his stimulation of her nipples until by her fourth climax he was brutally mauling them between his powerful thumbs and forefingers, sending jolts of electricity straight to her clit as she screamed in unalloyed pleasure.

And then he decided his own pleasure needed to be addressed more directly, and stood to undo his pants, revealing a massive seven-inch erection and balls the size of large eggs. His panting, sexually besotted subject observed this from her head's odd post upside down between her legs and exclaimed in Arabic: ‘Please, Master, take my virginity with that amazing cock!’ The only other one she had ever seen was her older brother's, when he had decided to show it to her when she was twelve and he was sixteen. It had been less than half the size of the monster she was begging to have inside her, and a big part of Leyla was not at all sure this was a great idea.

Jack took his organ in hand and moved it up and down her nether mouth, anointing its head with the inimitable and indubitable signs that his entry was welcome. And then he guided it to its target, murmuring: ‘I've had a vasectomy, so you cannot get pregnant from this, and I have been tested for all diseases and found clean...so my responsive bad girl need fear no negative consequences from her fucking...’ These thoughts had not even crossed the naive young woman's mind, but his concern that she not worry touched her even as she prepared to lose her virginity. He pushed slowly inside her, encountering resistance at about an inch in depth, as she groaned with a sudden pain. And then she screamed once as her hymen was shredded for good, and in a second he was deeply, gloriously, wonderfully inside her to the hilt.

Jack was secretly pleased that his promising new sub was in fact a virgin, just as she had claimed. This was certainly not for the usual reason that insecure men preferred sexually inexperienced partners, which was to obviate all possibility of unflattering comparison of their endowment or technique in that ultimately sensitive arena. In fact, to his knowledge, Leyla was the first virgin he had ever had sex with. Rather, he was glad because she had once again been honest with him about something highly personal and intimate, further cementing their deep bond. His left hand slipped around her trim waist to find her clit, and his right held on to her well-spanked hip, and he proceeded to fuck away with great enthusiasm. She came half a dozen times, each more enthusiastic than the last, until her spasms milked a massive spend from him as he roared his delight. The besotted prisoner was fascinated to find that she could feel every convulsion of his cock inside her, and loved that she could bring such pleasure to the man who had first shown her the greatest shame, and now the most amazing pleasure, of her two decades on the planet.