Dark Fantasies, part two

Part one can be found here.

"Good girl," Guide responded approvingly. Just that, and I could feel the blush creep into my cheeks and the tension in my shoulders relax. A glass touched my lips, and I gratefully accepted some water. A hand brushed my face lightly.

There was wood scraping on wood - I guessed a chair was drawn in front of me and Guide sat down.

"Now that you are calmer, there are some things I would like to explain to you, pixie. Are you ready to listen?"

I swallowed nervously. Guide had already proven to be patient and caring, despite this insane situation. "Yes, Sir."

"Good. Your Master explained some of the thoughts, scenes, and fetishes that have been clicking for you lately. He also said that there is a lot of trust between the two of you, and that he has been feeling like he wasn't challenging you. That is why you are here. As you are, you do not know who is here, where you are, or what is going to happen."

As if to emphasis that, a hand closed on my left breast and squeezed hard enough to make me gasp.

"Your safewords do not matter here, pixie. If you are roughed up, the session will be judged by the marks, not by your cries. In fact, we want you to cry. Personally, I look forward to having you beg."

My lips tightened in determination, setting myself, the way I do when Beloved decides to beat me. I won't give you that satisfaction, I thought.

Guide laughed at my resistance. "That is exactly why you are here. Beloved wants us to break you."

My stomach dropped out, and I was suddenly chilled. To break me? Something else finally clicked in my brain. "Us?" It was a whisper.

"Yes."

I worked that over in my mind, grasping for balance, for hope. I found little comfort. Guide stood up and the chair was pushed aside.

"I am going to put a new blindfold on you," he said. "Then, if you are ready to cooperate, we will get started with your training."

I felt sick, helpless, powerless, and very scared, but all I could do was nod. There was a quiet jingling on my right, and a snap. Heat blasted my face and skin. The blindfold was removed, but I was blinded by a bright light directly in my face. I squeezed my eyes closed, turning my head. Almost instantly, there was a heavier leather covering my eyes and a strap that went over my head. A click just behind my ear told me that this new blindfold was locked on. I couldn't escape. I moaned in despair.

My arms were then unlocked from the cross and fell to my sides. They ached and then flaired with pins and needles as blood rushed back into them. My ankles were also released, and a hand pressed on my shoulder.

"Offer!" Guide's voice was that deep, scary, dominant voice. I jerked in response to a command my Beloved Master had taught me. Was nothing sacred? I felt anger and despair. A slap to my face startled me.

"Offer!"

Frightened, I scrambled to assumed the position on my knees, thighs open, tingling hands holding up my breasts, head demurely downcast, mouth slightly open. Fingers closed on one of my nipples, pinching and twisting. I trembled, but didn't move.

"Good girl." There were footsteps, and a hand brushed my hair gently and then tightened, yanking my head back. I cried out only to be muffled by a mouth crushing over mine, a tongue forcing its way into my mouth, teeth cutting my lips. I gagged and tried to pull away, but the hand on my breast and the hand in my hair held me tapped in agony. The mouth withdrew and I gasped, coughing and sucking air.

"Little slut, she likes this." It was a different voice, my kisser. A hand brushed my thighs and touched the wetness of my pussy. I sobbed, shamed. I did NOT like this...this was...was hell! I was a child again, unable to understand what was happening, unable to stop it. My body responded without me.

"Leave that," Guide's voice answered. A hand pressed my head forward and down, down, down. To follow the direction, I had to go put my hands down and go into a crawl. A leash was clipped to the halter, and I was pulled forward, my tears and protests completely ignored.