Clutch dropped me off and promised he'd get Jolie home. Amber had headed out with Dawg at the diner. I saw the gleam in her eye and suspected my tattoo wouldn't remain a secret long. Now that I was alone with my decision and headed into Chief's, doubt crawled through my brain.
What if he didn't like it? What if he hated the design? Maybe he wouldn't want the others on me. I'd made a decision without him, a permanent one. I loved him. I loved them. They were all a part of me, important in their own, unique way. Each fed a part of my dark, nourished it when I needed it the most. I wouldn't regret the decision, even if he didn't support it.
I found him in the backyard. Sweat dampened his chest as he drove a stake into the ground. His back muscles flexed as he drove the hammer into the metal pole again and again. The grass was soft beneath my feet when I kicked off my sandals. He tended the yard well. Green and lush like a live carpet, not a weed in sight.
I pulled off my shirt and unzipped the skirt. It pooled at my ankles. I stepped out of it and continued walking. He stood fully and tracked my progression, a beast stalking prey. His gaze settled on the bandage. A twitch appeared in his jaw.
“Clutch didn't say you got hurt. What happened?”
“Take a look,” I offered as I settled a hand on each arm.
He moved me to a reclining lawn chair on the porch and gently guided me down. The wood was warm against my exposed skin, but I was too nervous to care. He squatted beside me and peeled the bandage away. I held my breath and waited.
“Jesus,” he muttered against my skin as he kissed me there.
“Jolie helped with the design. I only had the name and the lock with you on it, but it felt wrong. Like it was missing something. She added the keys.”
“Jesus.”
“Clutch wouldn't let me do the piercings, said you'd take me back.”
“Ink did this?”
“Yeah.”
“We'll go tomorrow. I know exactly what I want in your nipples.” He gently settled the bandage in place. “Never been speechless before, Harmony.”
“I-I...” I swallowed the apology as I noted the warmth in his gaze. “Do you like it?”
“I love it. I love you.” He kissed me softly. “Come, I have something for you.”
Chief guided me into the dungeon. I knelt before he ordered and waited as he pulled something from a drawer.
“I spoke with the guys, worked out a schedule for the next two weeks. You're going to be busy, slave.” He let the statement settle in me a moment as he closed the distance. “I wanted my mark on you, in your skin. A permanent reminder you're my slave. My love.”
He moved my hair to behind my shoulders and showed me a collar. Red leather. Harmony. My name emblazoned in gorgeous gold lettering. My lower lip trembled as he secured it around my throat.
“You putting them, my club, the men I hold close like blood on you, marking your skin with my will that they command you, too. You'll never know what that display of trust means. Amber see this?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good, she submits to Dawg, but she's a natural switch. She'll enjoy having command of you at times. You're really good with this.”
“Yes, Master, more than good. I feel whole, complete. I'm not alone trying to feed the dark. You each handle it, pieces of what makes me whole.” I took a deep breath. “I love you, Master.”
“I love you, slave.” He secured a thin chain to my collar. “Remember when I mentioned roles and you expressed an interest in the cell?”
“Yes, Master.”
“We will begin a scene now. It may take a while to play out. If it becomes too much, say your safe word. Okay?”
“Yes, Master.”
“From this point forward, until I say the safe word or you do, you are a prisoner of war. Our factions have been fighting a long time and you were caught behind enemy lines attempting to steal critical intel. Inside your cell you will find a piece of paper with information we will attempt to extract from you, by whatever means necessary.”
Holy shit.
“Your objective is to say nothing until we break you. And have no doubt, slave, we will break you.”
We?
I must've voiced the question because he smiled. “We.”
Holy shit.
“This is a fantasy Fist and I have had a while, slave. It is not for the faint of heart, but we both think you can handle it. You are a pain slave by nature. We haven't pushed you, but we will in this role. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.” Pain. I loved what he and Fist had done with me. Neither had used pain as much as I'd expected.
They'd remained on the frayed edges of the darkest cravings in me, but never ventured deep. Now they would. My adrenaline spiked as he tugged on the chain. I crawled toward the cage, the cell. Everything from my slumber party was gone. Toys and instruments designed to draw pain from me hung on the walls.
He removed the thin chain and latched my collar onto a thick, massive one dangling from the ceiling. I tested my new restriction and realized I could make it to the toilet and the bed. And the table on the other side of the room.
“You'll have a while to prepare yourself, slave. When we return, the role begins. Remember, Harmony, you have a safe word. Anytime this becomes too much, you say so.”
“Yes, Master.” I waited until the door sealed me in. “I won't break, just so you know.”
“Everyone has a breaking point. We'll find yours.”
I stroked the thick, ugly chain latching me into place and willed my breathing to normal. If anyone could find the end to my dark, it was Master Chief Tony.
I sat on the cot, felt the tug of the chain keeping me on the very edge of the sleeping surface. I wouldn't be able to lie down, not with the manacle around my throat. I unfolded the paper and read through the details.
Slave Harmony Griggs ceased to exist. I was now Melody Jones, super spy and assassin, an archenemy to The Federation. I'd murdered Chief's brother. Master was Commander Ty Marks, a savage leader feared by everyone. His second-hand man was a specialist in medieval torture and enhanced interrogation techniques. No one knew his real name. He simply went by Fist.
My entire body trembled as I read through the history, the intricate details they'd provided on the short two-page summation. Each one shored my determination. They'd thought about this a long time, long enough for the fantasy to be ingrained within their thoughts.
When the two men arrived, they'd be Commander Marks and his second in command, Fist. Federation officers determined to get every answer she held in her mind. By any means necessary.
I rose from the bed and went as far as the edge of the table. Close enough to see the instruments of the play, but I couldn't touch and study them. A shiver rippled through me when I recalled the surveillance cameras tucked away somewhere within the cell.
They were watching me. Gauging my reactions to test how far they could go, what I could handle. Each moment deepened the fantasy in my mind. I embraced the darkest recesses of my desires and knew without a doubt I'd go as far as necessary for me and them to enjoy every moment.
* * * * *
Fist entered the cell sporting menacing leather and thick gloves on his hands. He tugged my chain and grunted when I stumbled forward a few steps, which settled me in the center of the room.
“You ready to talk, girl?” I remained silent as he paced around me. “No one knows you're here. There won't be a rescue. The sooner you speak, the better off you'll be.”
I'd opted for silence as I contemplated the possible ways the scene could unfold. I figured saying nothing made it more real and would piss them off faster. They wanted to test my boundaries? Well, I was determined to find theirs. What dark did they hide from the world?
“You have no idea who you're messing with, little girl. We've been locked away in this hellhole for months, not a pussy in sight. You're stupid to come this far into our territory. The fact we caught you is bad enough. You'll suffer. But you being a woman, gorgeous and bare? You have no chance.”
“I'm not scared of you,” I spat angrily. “You're monsters, every last one of you Federation dicks deserve to suffer.”
A gleam settled in his gaze, amusement trailed across his face in a smirk. Yeah, I was more than ready to play. Bring. It. On.
“You think so?” He yanked my hands behind me and secured them in thick, heavy manacles. He licked the area between my breasts, then laved a nipple. “So fucking sweet.”
He turned and pulled a box from the air a few feet away. A remote. The chain about my neck tightened. A couple smaller ones fell into view. My stomach clenched as I studied them.
Fist wandered to the area behind the table and returned with a set of nipple clamps. He licked and sucked each nub until they turned into hard, achy points. Pain shot through me when he settled the evil, tight toys. Then he twisted, firming the grip until I cried out. He laughed and tugged on the large ring attached to each one, yanked up and secured each to one of the thin chains from the ceiling.
I forced deep breaths and bit my lower lip as the fingernails of pain scored through my breast and fanned outward to an achy throb. Hands restrained behind me, I had no choice but to take it. Or safe word out. But that wasn't an option, not when arousal pooled between my legs and I craved more. More pain. More of the mind fuck. More.
He pushed a couple of buttons and the small chains now attached to my nipples moved upward, pulling the sensitive buds. I rose on tiptoes to avoid the pain. Fist stopped the remote. If I settled fully on my feet, my nipples got pulled. Hard. Painfully. If I remained on tiptoes, I was okay, but my legs trembled from the strain.
Fist chuckled and slapped my breasts a couple of times. I emitted a growl as the pain shot through me. 'This is nothing for a hardened agent like you. Let's get started with the real interrogation, shall we?”
“Go to hell.”
“Very well. We'll make this interesting.”
My pulse spiked as he wandered back to the wall. What was next? I settled on my heels and bit back the groan of pain as the erotic tug on my nipples crawled through me. Evil bastard. The sweet, delicious bite dragged me deeper into the dark, carnal hunger.
He returned and manacled a large, long bar to my ankles. It spread my feet wide and kept them locked into position. I looked down, past my manacled tits and watched as he secured a thin chain to a look in the floor. “You sure you won't talk, girl?”
“Go to hell.”
“I'm gonna enjoy this,” he commented as he rose and settled another clamp onto the chain. Deft fingers slid through my arousal, thrust deep into me. “I almost hope you make it through this next part because Commander said I get to really play if you do. It's been a long time since I've had a wet cunt to enjoy.”
“You'll never break me,” I whispered.
Fist rubbed my clit, gentle slow strokes meant to put the sensitive nub at ease. A moan escaped my lips. “Fuck, you're so sweet and responsive. You're gonna yell real good in a minute.”
“Please don't do this. Let me go. I'll never tell anyone where your camp is. I swear.” He rubbed my clit. I tugged on my wrist restraints.
Fist focused on the chain. Adrenaline spiked in me. I surrendered myself to steady but shallow breaths as his gaze settled on mine. He thumbed my clit one last time then snapped the clamp on.
I screamed. Loud, long and low, like an animal caught in a trap. I was. I was their prey. Their toy. Never had my dark taken such a firm, commanding grip on my entire existence. I ceased to exist beyond the cell. Nothing mattered but the pain, the man dragging it from me in loud wails as he tugged on the clamp.
“I call this the seesaw. Go ahead, test it out.” He chuckled and took a couple steps back.
If I settled fully on my feet, it eased the tug on my clit, but yanked my nipples hard. Rising on my tiptoes saved my tits, but tortured my clit. There was no in between, no escape from the pain except for breaking.
Fist left me there a few moments. He remained on the side, near the table. Watching. Enjoying the moans and cries tugged from me as I did exactly what he expected. Seesawed back and forth.
“Drink,” he ordered. A bottle of cold water appeared near my mouth. Throat dry, I obeyed without question. I drank half before he left again.
Arousal flared between my legs where he cupped me. He grunted and finger fucked my defenseless pussy long enough to make me fight the plea on my tongue. I wanted to come. Feel his fist buried in me. I angled toward his hand, screaming when it yanked on my nipples.
“Want it that bad?” he asked.
Yes, yes I did.
“Such a good, tight hole. I'm gonna have fun with this.” He pulled away and walked toward the cell exit. “I'll be back. Don't go anywhere.”
He left me. Shock riddled me mute as I hung there, seesawing back and forth. Back and forth. I counted the motions, determined to remain steadfast and not break. I wanted this so bad. Needed the darkness they fed me. Fist returned sooner than I expected, but longer than I wanted.
“Got back to my bunk and couldn't forget this sweet, tight cunt. This is all your fault. All you had to do was talk, tell us what we need to know.” He undid the pole stretching my legs apart. Then he dragged a stool over and sat. Watched.
I seesawed back and forth.
“Commander has a machine he's gonna use on you in the morning if you don't break. Last time we used it on a maid we snagged and she couldn't walk straight for a week. And we were gentle with her.”
The taunt stilled me, dragged more pain into my clit. He grazed my wet pussy, then plunged two fingers into me.
“Settle down on them like good fuckmeat,” he ordered. “You're gonna come around my hand, then I'm fucking your pussy.”
I didn't speak, couldn't force an argument when my entire body was a pulsating, throbbing ache he'd created.
“I'll remove one set of clamps while I fist you. Your choice,” he offered with a smug grin.
“Clit,” I spat out.
“Very well.” He removed it.
A scream ripped from me as blood returned to the punished nerve. Tears rolled down my face as he grazed it with his thumb and I came. Hard and furiously, I howled as he pushed me over the edge with a hard push on my clit. He toyed with me until I returned from the haze of my release.
“Watch me, fuckmeat. Watch my face and my fist taking your defenseless cunt. This is your fault, your punishment for not speaking. Don't watch me and the clamp returns to your clit.”
“No, please. Not again.”
“Then be a good girl and take my fist.”
He worked his way into me, slow and steady. To him we had all the time in the world. Everything except me vanished. Adoration reflected in his gaze, the gentle strokes of his other hand. Tears escaped me as he seated his hand in me.
He reached up and unlatched one nipple, then the other. I wailed. My mind fractured and I dove headfirst into the floating sensation I'd experienced before. This time I'd tumbled fully in. I floated, basking in the bliss.
Music.
I drifted toward the sound, curling my toes and body into the warmth as I listened. Yeah, I knew the song playing softly in the background. The cell returned when I opened my eyes. Fist held me in his lap. He stroked my face, my hair. My arm.
“Drink up, girl.” Water. I gulped greedily from the bottle as my gaze settled on him. Time had passed, but I wasn't sure how much. Not that it mattered. “Just a little more.”
I swallowed the cool liquid and watched Fist. The adoration I'd noted earlier in his gaze had deepened. The emotion tingling in my heart spread. “Fist.”
“Relax, I've got you girl.” He squeezed me closer. “I've got you.”
“Did you...” I reached for his cock. “I want to take care of you.”
“You did, sweetheart. You did.”
“Okay.” I sighed in contentment.
“Here, nibble on this.” He held a piece of chocolate up. I took a bite, then another. “Good girl.”
“We're done? I didn't do good, did I?”
“Ssh...calm yourself, girl. You did great. We're taking a break. You'll rest, then we'll go again when Chief and I think it's time. Okay?”
“Okay.” I sighed and squeezed my huggable, sadistic teddy bear named Fist. “That was really hot.”
“Yeah, you were amazing, girl. I heard you have a surprise for us under the bandage.” He stood and settled me on the cot. “Show me.”
I winced as he flicked the overhead light on, but I gently removed the bandage. He sat. Meaty hands framed the tattoo as he studied it without comment. He leaned down and kissed it gently.
“Beautiful, girl. So perfect, just like you.” He caressed my body. “Never had anyone like you. Thank you.”
“Thank you,” I whispered.
“Rest. The Commander will break you the next round. No one can hold out against him.” Fist sauntered out of the cell and slammed it shut, sealing me in. I dragged the blanket up around me and sighed.
Yeah, I'd totally withstand the Commander. Bring. It. On.