In the middle of Hell (BludMagnus & Mystique)

[Mystique]

I respond to your roughness with intense need, arching my back and whimpering more as the pleasure and pain takes me higher towards climax. My moans are intermingled with panting and whimpering as I feel my ass stretched and plundered deeper than I thought possible. It hurts some but the pain just makes the pleasure that much more intense. It is an amazing feeling to be cocooned in your grip, you hands on my breasts and your pelvis against my back, your cock pumping in and out of my ass and my ass muscles begging to convulse and spasm in an orgasm.

In addition to banging away at my ass you are telling me to remember everything. Well of course. This isn’t likely to be something I would forget though I am not sure I would have the ability to turn the actions and the intense feelings into words that would do justice to the experience. Still, if you want me to write about it, then I shall. But I don’t understand what you mean by you saving me for the right time. I don’t question it either as I am more occupied by the amazing feeling from the ass rape.

“Please please please” I whimper softly as you continue to pound my ass ruthlessly. “Please rape my ass harder. Rape it so hard – so hard I can’t walk properly! Rape my ass! Please! Harder! Faster! I need it so bad. Please rape it,” I pant, almost sobbing as I push back against you. “Oh god please Master please pump my ass full of your cum! Please fill me up! Please!” I moan, my body shaking with the hard slamming thrusts. “Please master, I need to cum, please please let me cum! Rape my ass, please I need it so bad. Make it hurt! Please Harder! Rape it harder please please!” I whimper as the pleasure rises and I can hardly keep my eyes open for the intensity.

[BludMagnus]

"Now you are sounding like the Proper Pussy Pet that I know you are deep inside, my Bountiful Bitchy Brat!!  You love having your ass pounded and stretched, and you are going to get all of what you need as I continue to rape you!!  Continue whimpering for Master, as you are pleasing him by begging for what you have always really needed!!   Now you are ready for being marked fully, and after we are doing this time, I am going to scrub you again and then give you the tattoo that you need! This is not just about training you for being my Sopping Slave Slut, but also for what you will be as well as that!!"

I roll my hips more, making you arch back even more as I reach under suddenly and free your wrists.  You have earned this reward, and I move and grip your upper arms and start to massage them roughly.  I keep you bent back against me, pounding your ass with even more force as I want you to be able to use your arms now.  You are growing much more intensely into things, opening to your darkest desires as I want to happen, and it is only when I know that you have circulation back in them that I return my grip to your breasts, squeezing and kneading them harder and tighter still than ever before.  I know you need more than just my physical ownership of you, as a woman like you needs something that she can touch and feel every day.

"I read all about your fascination with tattoos on slaves, and of your desire to feel the pain and other sensations of having an intricate graphic put indelibly into your lovely skin.   This is about so much more than just sex and rape, as you know now that you are mine to mold and shape beyond anything you thought before, but then, you have wanted it or you would not be so willing for it to continue."

Even if you do not hear everything I was saying, you are wanting what I am doing and you are so much less able to even try to lie and deny that it was not even worth discussion now.  I slam into your ass furiously, making your roughly slap hard against the side of the jacuzzi and bruising your pelvis as I do.

[Mystique]

I keep moaning and gasping as my ass is raped. I was surprised by the mention of being tattooed. I have indeed been fascinated by the idea of tattoos. Apart from their artistic nature, they also have some sort of significance on a slave. Sort of like marking property, writing someone’s name on a desk to show they expect it to be theirs. It is perhaps more intimate than many of the other social gestures around.

I am quite intrigued by the concept though I have never been brave enough to go ahead and have one done on me. I guess that won’t be a problem anymore though I know it would hurt. The pain was one of the things that prevented me from getting a tattoo. The other was my indecision of the art or word that I wanted imprinted on my skin. Sure they have laser removal these days but if I am going to go through the pain of getting it, it would have to be around for quite some time.

It is too much effort to think about that as the ass rapes goes on and on. I have my hands free and circulation is back to normal due to your rough rubbing. I moan as your hands return to my breasts, almost using them like handles to pull me back and impale me on your cock. I keep whimpering with need, trying my best to show you that I have accepted this strange and wonderful role. I would have felt peace with myself if it weren’t for the constant throbbing and spasms in my ass pushing me towards another earth shattering orgasm. “Please Master please rape my ass! Oh God it feels sooo good. Please! Make it hurt! Push it all the way in! Oh God!” I grunt, my hands automatically scrambling for the side of the Jacuzzi.

I keep whimpering and arching my back. I pant and groan letting myself feel the pain from the deep penetration and the friction combined. “Please please Master, let me cum. Please.” I move my hands back down and use them to part my ass cheeks once again. I press myself back and whimper some more, “Please rape my ass! Please cum inside Bitchty Brat’s ass. Please Master please rape my ass harder and fill it with your cum, please,” I moan, feeling quite feverish by the mix of heightened sensations though out my body but specially in my stretched ass.

[BludMagnus]

I slow down a bit, keeping my thrusts hard and rough, but slowing them a bit. Now I want you beg a little more, but not for orgasm.  I am soon rolling my hips with a more deliberately painful pressure when I push my cock against the walls inside of your rectum, expressing an even deeper ownership of you.  Your pain had to be acknowledged as belonging to me, just like your pleasure.  It all had to belong to me, as you had described how deeply you wanted to be possessed by your Master when you were claimed.  I am giving you exactly what you want, and that is the point as you never really said how you wanted it even to the woman you were paying to listen to you.

"You are going to cum, Bratty Bitch, because I want you to!  You really do totally belong to me, because you want me to give you pain and pleasure as I want to give it to you!  You are begging just like I had told you you were going to, but you are going to beg for more than that!  Your ass needs more pounding and pain, but the pain is not going to come solely from the pounding!!  You are going to whimper for me to tattoo you, and you are going to beg for the level that you wanted!!  You talked about very intensive marking, and you are going to tell me what you meant by that!!"

It is not about you admitting you wanted a tattoo, as I already know that is true.  It is about you admitting that you didn't care how much of you was getting it, nor how big or intricate it is going to be.

[Mystique]

I am very aware of the change in pace as your cock slows down. Instead it pounds deeper, the pressure is different and I can feel more pain from each thrust. I groan, clenching my teeth and hissing at the feeling, my ass muscles tightening reflexively in response to the pain. I still find the rape pleasurable even through the pain. It is not so much the physical but the emotional as I am aware that the pain is satisfying you as my Master.

I pant and whimper while the plundering continues at the new pace. “Please Master please,” I hiss, trying to form the words that I need to say. “Yes! Please! My ass needs more pounding! More pain! Please!” I whimper softly, and then press myself back onto your cock while biting my quivering lower lip. “Oh God please it hurts! Please! Oh please, harder!” I pant, “Please tattoo me. Anywhere you want! Anything you want!”

I whimper some more, gathering my strength to say exactly what I mean and need. “Please Master, tattoo me. With anything you want. Anywhere you want... I b-b-belong to you.” There, I said it. I repeated what I had said before, making sure that I do not really care about what was tattooed on me as long as it was what you as my master wanted. It was frightening to come to that conclusion but I think that is what all of this has been leading up to. That is something I have never ever been able to say in any of my previous relationships because I did not consider any of my partners as a Master. It is all becoming very clear now and I am glad as I move onto begging you to rape my ass harder and do as you please because that is what I need, to submit and accept the pain and pleasure you chose to give me.

[BludMagnus]

I yank you even harder, speeding up as I brutally slamfuck your ass.  I know it hurts but you have a surprisingly high tolerance for pain, as I learned from reading your medical files.  They have been very helpful, allowing me to know just how sensitive some areas were so I have been able to push your limits as I have.  I roll my hips more, speeding up my thrusts more in my plundering of your ass.  I squeeze your tits a bit tighter, relishing how much you are getting into the pain of what I am doing to you.   I always wanted to be doing this to you, I cannot help but to escalate my rape of your ass to continue the steady breaking of your resistance to training you more to be my Rape Slave and Pain Slut.

"You better fucking cum now, Bitch, so I can drench your bowels!  I am going to tattoo as much of you as I want, you are right!   This lovely back of yours is going to be covered, but the art is going to be very special.   The pattern is something I have had picked out for you for some time, actually it is something you yourself admired before.  I know that you will not remember precisely what that is, but your fascination with the Big Cats plays into it.  Now, cum like a Good Girl, and I will let you watch as I give you the exquisite pain of a very large and detailed tattoo over a very large portion of your back."

I will cum the moment that you do so, as I want you to be ready for your tattoo.

[Mystique]

I gasp and moan, my body shuddering as I feel the onset of the orgasm. “Oh please Yes! Oh God! I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum with your cock raping my ass! I’m going to cum,” I whimper in reply to your command to do just that. My entire body is enveloped in heat. It is like I am consumed by it, my ass clenching and gripping your cock hard as it continues to plunge steadily.

“Please Master cum in my ass. Please let me feel it please” I moan, deliriously, not really aware of what I am begging for. I feel your cock sliding in and out almost painfully. It is as if my entire being is focused on that one point, the sensations radiation from there in waves of pleasure and pain. My mind goes blank ad my ass starts to spasm. My eyes close tight and I scream out loud, my body jerking back and thrusting my ass towards you to take more of your cock inside as I cum hard.

I keep cumming, groaning and moaning in pleasure. There is even a point where I lose myself, a moment where I do not exist, only the intense feeling inside me exists. I feel your cum pumping into me and my ass receiving it. I feel my ass being filled and the sensation driving my spasms to greater heights.

It goes on for a good length of time though I have lost sense of time. I stay there, slumped and weak as I recover once the waves have passed. I pant and gasp, remembering what you said about getting a tattoo. A big cat. On my back. That almost sounds funny now as I have you latched to my back much like a big cat. I moan and breathe deeply, “I’m ready to be tattooed Master,” I whisper softly.

[BludMagnus]

I caress your back for several minutes, moving your arms so that they are completely out of the way.  I silently watch as one of the guards comes with a cart, stopping it and making it stay in place as he moves the towel that had been covering what was on it.  I have all of the needles and inks ready, and I start by tracing the lines of the tattoo on your back, taking the time to make the intricate detail of it come to life.   I intend to put the feline shapes together with the scene that looks a bit like forest at parts of the design for full effect, knowing that you are feeling my needle work over the entire area of your back.  I also get some of the area of your shoulders and sides, not saying anything as I work.  The mirror lets you see everything, as I gesture for it to be angled so you do get a view of the work coming together.  I am very steady, letting you see the multiple array of colors that I am adding to the entire design as I add them.

"You know self-defense, and I applaud the people who taught you, but I will further that.  You are to be trained as my slave, and with the exception of me, you will be able to defend yourself properly, Bratty Bitch.  The only pain you will submit to is what I do to you alone.   Some people, including some of the various schools of martial arts, believe that tattoos are an expression of both ability and personality.  That is why I have selected the design which I am adding to your beautiful and delectable flesh now."

I know the needles are hurting you, but I am very satisfied with how well you are taking the pain.

[Mystique]

I must say I was a little surprised when one of the men brought a cart with strange implements. I was more surprised when it turned out to be the equipment for tattooing. That was followed by yet another shock as you turned out to be the tattoo artist. I didn’t have time to prepare for it but then I guess there is nothing to prepare for. I am going to get a tattoo, and the one that you think is most suitable for me. I am going to lay there and not think of the pain and wait eagerly to see what it is that you are going to tattoo. Once the choice of not having to do it was taken away, I find it easier to accept even though all the needles and things are scary.

I lie there and let you get to work. I feel you tracing the pattern on my back. It feels like it would be a large tattoo and by the look of it you will also be using colour. I watch in the mirror patiently though at first I didn’t want to see the needle come into contact with my skin. After a while the pain ebbs though it still stings when you move to a new location on your canvas.

I am glad you are talking as that takes my mind away from the expectation of pain. I think that expectation is worse than the actual pain. I am not surprised that you know about my self defence training. In fact, I won’t be surprised if you just told me what I was thinking right now. It is comforting in a way, and flattering too that you have found out so much about me in preparation for this. I don’t mind learning and improving my technique. One can never know too much about defending oneself. The idea that you are the only one allowed to hurt me brings a smile to my face. I hope you will be hurting me in a specific way later on.

I purr as you tell me about the significance of the Martial arts and the connection to tattoos. I can’t wait for it to be complete so I can admire it completely. “Thank you,” I murmur softly as I watch you continue to work.

[BludMagnus]

I am having a lot of fun tattooing you, as I fill in the jungle scene that will hold the Cats that will adorn your lovely back.  I love piercing your skin with the needles, allowing your flesh to tell a bit more of the story.  There is an outline, but some of the finer details I am adding a bit at a time as I work.  I love the way you are purring, and I love the way you say "thank you" as well.  I am very pleased at the sound of it being as sincere as I have every heard from you thus far.  I smile very broadly, letting you see it in the mirror as I respond to your declaration.

"You are very welcome, Bratty Bitch.  You are starting to really fell and see what you are becoming because you want to become that person, and that pleases me very much.  You are really going to love more what I have do for and to you, but I promise you that I will continue.... especially in the very special and specific ways you like to be hurt, as well as the training I am going to give you later on."

I slowly return to the work on your tattoo, making it very clear that while I am directly talking about the tattooing process, I am also referring to what has caused the look in your eyes.

[Mystique]

I remain passive and still though my muscles want to tense at the pain from the needle. Instead, I try to focus on the outline you have done and how the pattern emerges. It looks like you may have done this before as you skilfully make the tattoo come to life.

I moan softly wondering about my own transformation from a truly Bratty Bitch to one that may not be so bratty in the future. I keep my eyes locked on the pattern in the mirror, excited by what it will be when you are done. I am also very pleased that you are pleased with me and I find myself looking forward to all the things you want to show me and do to me.

[BludMagnus]

As I continue with the tattoo, inking it as brightly as I can get it, I tell you both about what I am going to teach you as well as what I am going to do to you.  I make certain that you feel every stick of the needles, very pleased with how your flesh is telling the story I am giving in your tattoo.

"There are nine systems of martial arts that, once you learn them, you can adapt moves from any of the other near 190 main styles and sub-forms to modify and make them even more intense and effective.  You know some things from some of them, but I am going to make you better at them and teach you much more.   You are going to help me with the one person that I want to share delivering to his just reward with you, and to do that, you have to be ready.  As for the other things.. the other pains... well, you know was some of them are.  I am going to rape your lovely throat, twat, and tail all over again.  You know now that you were always wanting this, and when you write later using the speech-to-print on your laptop, it will make that a so much more effective spyglass into who you always were and are now."

I pause in the tattooing process to spank your ass very hard, knowing that it is going to hurt you as much as I want it to.

[Mystique]

I listen as you speak, not even flinching any more as the needle works on my skin. My thoughts are focussed on what you have said. You are going to teach me more techniques. I would enjoy that since I like to work out and expand my abilities. I know what you say about being able to mix techniques from different styles is very true. I have seen it done and when in a real fight, one usually mixes the best possible moves and the more techniques they know, the better they would be at putting together a lethal combination.

So far most of my training has been in defending myself. It is difficult to rely only on martial arts these days due to the use of weapons and people trying to blow things up. Fighting techniques come in use when someone is trying to beat you up or kidnap you. I almost chuckle at the thought. Maybe if I had trained better and had known better techniques, you’d not have been able to take me down as you did during our meeting at that run down building.

I am curious about the one person who you want me to deliver this just reward to. I think I have a good idea of who it may be. It would be an honour to do so if it stops someone like that from repeating his treachery.

As for the writing, I would enjoy writing about all of this. I find myself getting used to this new way of life and of course you have unleashed this need in me that only seems to be fulfilled by you. So I have become what I always wanted to be. I doubt anyone would believe or connect the writing as mine as it would be a far cry from what I had published earlier. Still, it would be a significant experience in my own journey and put a lot of things into perspective. I was so wrapped up with those thoughts that I nearly jumped up with the spank delivered to my ass. I moan but remain in position, feeling the sting on my ass that momentarily takes my mind off the discomfort from the tattooing. "What was that for?" I ask playfully as I look at you through the mirror.

[BludMagnus]

I smile at you, making certain the inking of the tattoo is nice and dark were it needs to be.  I continue to do so, knowing were the needle needs to go as I have so memorized your body in makes it so intense as I am about to know where the needle needs to go without looking.  As I do that, I tell you what I want to, and know that you will know that it is the truth.   My tone never changes one bit from where I have been speaking the last several times, and the Dominance of you in my words are like a savory flavor to you and I see that in your eyes with every syllable from my lips.

"I did that because you are mine to spank.  You belong to me now, and I am allowed to spank you even if you have done nothing wrong, Bratty Bitch.  I know it makes your pussy hot and sopping all on its own, and it pleases me to make your ass a nice rosy blush on them at the very least.  You know that you want it, and I know you want this as well."

I slowly place a waterproof headset with microphone on it, and I reach and open the laptop, showing you that it is on. 

"Turn on the program and start recording your next posting, as the serum also enhances your memory."

I then return to tattoo you, smiling at you in the mirror.

[Mystique]

I still feel the pain whenever you bring the needle down onto my skin but I am able to ignore it now as I smile back at you through the mirror. I take the headset and adorn it so the microphone is in position. I turn the program on as you instructed but it takes me a while to start speaking. Typing and dictating like this should not make much difference but I find the thought of speaking the words, talking about what I went through and what my reactions to the things you did slightly embarrassing.

I start to blush as I try to find a place to start. I am truly at a loss here, some major writer’s block since there are so many things I want to write about and yet I don’t know where to start. Do I start with the way you had me drugged and restrained? Or the moment I realised you were going to take my ass? Or do I start with what you have said about why you kidnapped and brought me here? Or the transformation within my mind when you raped my ass and caused those repressed desires to transform me into what I have become in such a short time? As much as I try, I can’t figure out where to start.

“I am stuck,” I murmur. It is not something that happens frequently but even though the serum works to make the memories vivid, a place to start is vital and I cannot make up my mind where that should be. “Where do I start?” I ask myself louder and see the words appear on the screen.