Madness: A Dark Revenge Romance

I’m testing her. She thinks this is just to humiliate her, and although it’s getting the job done, it’s more than that. I want her to fucking loathe the sight of me. I want her to gag at the sound of my voice. I need her to want to stab my eyes out when I look at her.

She kneels over the drain and sits down on it the best she can so she doesn’t make a mess on herself. She tries to hide her sobs, but it’s impossible.

The hourglass has stopped, so I pick it up and put it back along with the diaper, grabbing a couple of things before I lock the cabinet back.

Once she’s finished, I leave the room and come back with a bucket of soapy warm water and a sponge. “Stand up,” I order, reaching down and grabbing her upper arm.

I know she needs help. She’s spent too much time on her knees on the drain. She gets to her shaking legs but leaves her head down. She’ll sleep in her posture collar tonight. Right now, I’ll let her think she won.

I kneel before her and take the sponge from the warm water and gently begin to wash her. I start with her feet, then move up her legs. Standing, I clean her cunt and stomach, then her chest and neck, dipping it back into the water when needed. “Turn around.”

She quickly gives me her back, thankful not to have to face me as her soft sobs fill the small room. I do the same to her back, legs, and ass. Then I throw the sponge into the bucket and grab the second one. It’s got clean water. I slowly pour it over her body, starting at the top, and watch the soap wash away and down the drain. “Face me again.”

Sniffling, she does, and I pour what’s left of the clean water over the front of her. I grab the towel off the counter and dry her off.

Once done, I tell her, “Lie on the bed, face down.”

Keeping her eyes on the floor, she turns and walks over to the small cot. She gets to her knees and then flattens her body, turning her face toward the concrete wall, hiding from me.

“Up on your knees. I want your ass in the air, Annabelle.” I want to remind her who she really is and why we’re here.

She flinches at my tone but wiggles to where she’s up on her knees, legs spread with her ass and cunt on display. Her arms hang from her thighs.

I’m hard again. Her mouth wasn’t enough. But I have a plan I have to stick with. I’m proving a point to both of us.

I grab the two things I pulled out of the cabinet and walk over to her. Kneeling behind her, I use my legs to pry hers open more. The room fills with her soft cry, and I pop the top on the lube, pouring it directly over her ass and pussy, not hiding my intentions.

The hourglass wasn’t just for her. We’re both on borrowed time. I have to escalate this situation to see where we go next.

I run my fingers over her cunt and up to her puckered ass, pushing one into her. She tries to pull away. I slap her ass, and she buries her face into the dingy mattress. “Don’t make me tie you down, doll face. I’ll leave you that way for the rest of the night.”

She stills, and I push my finger back into her ass before entering two. My free hand goes to her pussy, gently rubbing her clit, and she moans. “The body is an amazing thing, isn’t it?” I ask, not expecting her to respond. “The way it craves things that your mind tells you is wrong.” I pour more lube over her and remove my fingers, only to thrust them in again, adding a third this time.

A whimper turns to a cry, but she doesn’t pull away. “Good girl.” I pull them out and coat the butt plug with the lube. I then start to push it into her nice and slow, letting her get the feel of it first.

She sniffs. “Almost there, doll face,” I say, gently rubbing her ass where I smacked it. “Just a little more.” I push the last bit into her and then wrap my lube-covered hand around the bulb and pump it up twice making her voice ring out in a shrill cry. “All done for now.”

Getting up, I make my way to the cabinet once again and grab the collar. “On your back,” I command. She slowly rolls over, and I kneel beside her, sliding it underneath her neck and buckling it. “I’ll be back in a few hours, doll face. Try to get some rest until then.” I stand and exit the room, locking her inside.

I go over to the adjoining room and watch her through the mirror as she lets the sobs take over.

CHARLOTTE

My father and I enter the cathedral both dressed in our cloaks and masks. The pews are as full as the parking lot, so my father gestures to the back row. I slide in, and he takes the seat closest to the aisle.

Taking a quick look around, I see all the Lords dressed the same and there’s an altar at the front of the room, below the second story balcony.

A door opens to the right and all the chatter immediately stops as a woman enters the room from the side door. I’ve seen her before. Known her all my life.

I stiffen, hoping she doesn’t recognize me. My father pats my legs over the cloak as if to remind me I’m hidden. I just have to remain quiet.

Don’t draw attention to yourself.

“Bring her in.” Her voice fills the large open space.

The door she entered through opens and three Lords carry a woman into the cathedral. She’s got a black latex mask over her head, covering her entire face and neck. A black collar is secured around it as well. She’s naked.

The Lords, dressed in cloaks and masks, toss her onto the altar and quickly tie her down, spread eagle. She fights, kicking and throwing her arms around, but it’s useless. They outnumber and overpower her easily.

The man in the opposite pew of my father reaches across the aisle and goes to hand my father a basket. I see it’s full of razor blades. My father waves it off and I get a sickening feeling in my gut.

Why are they passing those out?

My mom’s friend steps forward and gestures to the helpless woman, getting my attention. “I’ll take ten volunteers,” she calls out with a smile.

Most of the Lords get to their feet, and I scoot to the edge of the pew, leaning to the left trying to see over the ones now standing.

I’ve never seen a woman in charge before. Not like this. The one tied to the altar is more common than the woman standing here in Gucci heels and a Versace dress.

Something catches my attention to the right of me, and I see a girl around my age slide into the pew at the far end. Her green eyes briefly meet mine before she looks away and turns her attention to the show at the front of the cathedral. Why isn’t she hidden like the rest of us? And who allows a child in here? I’m only able to watch because I’m covered.

The grunts and moans that fill my ears tell me all I need to know about what’s happening.

I cried myself to sleep at some point. It could have been two minutes or two hours. I’m not sure. But it felt good. Therapeutic almost to cry my eyes out. Even though I knew he was watching, it didn’t matter.

My swollen eyes open when I hear the door. I remain on my back, staring at the ceiling. He comes to kneel beside me, and his hand goes between my legs. I part them without having to be told. I chose this. I’ve been reduced to nothing more than a sex doll. So I’ll lie here like one.

“Are you thirsty?” he asks.

I say nothing. I’m not nervous or scared, just determined. A woman uses what she has to get ahead in a man’s world. I have a body, and he wants it…so be it.

“You’re going to feel some pressure,” he says, and my hips rise off the mattress when I feel like a balloon is inside my ass.

I gasp, my hands fisting.

“One more,” he adds, and I don’t have a clue what he’s talking about.

But the balloon intensifies, taking away my breath. I arch my neck and back, my legs tightening, but I don’t close them, knowing that will get me punished. I won’t give him that satisfaction. “All done,” he says softly. “Good girl, doll face.”

I lower my body to the mattress, and he moves to hover over my face. He cups my cheek, and his blank eyes search mine. “You have an inflatable butt plug in your ass, Charlotte. It’s to get it ready for my cock. I’m going to be back in three more hours to inflate it once more.”

The dots finally connect. That’s why the enema, the suppositories. He’s been preparing my ass this whole time. I just thought it was to humiliate me, which could be part of it, but he really just wants to fuck it.

He stands to leave me once again in this hell when I part my cracked lips and say, “Just fuck it now.” Why prolong what we both know will happen?

“You don’t mean that.”

I sit up, flinching at the tightness in my body, the lack of movement in my neck from the collar, and the plug in my ass. Looking up, I see him by the door. He’s got a smirk on his face. Like this is a fucking joke. “Think you’ll be the first to be there?” I shake my head, baiting him, and his smirk disappears. “Fuck my ass,” I say.

He arches a brow, crossing his arms over his chest. “Charlotte⁠—”

“Want me to beg you?” I push my chest out as if the chain on my arm cuffs is connected. Swallowing the knot in my throat so he doesn’t see how much this affects me, I add, “Fuck my ass, please. I need it, Haidyn.”

That does it. He pushes off the door and walks over to me. I don’t even have to be told. I bend over, placing my face on the cold concrete floor and taking in a deep breath.

“Want your ass fucked, doll face? Then I’ll fuck it.” He grips my hair and yanks me to my feet.

I cry out at the sting on my scalp.

He pulls me over to the mirrored wall and pushes me into it, my cheek pressing against the cold glass as I pant. My heart races, but I can’t back down. That will make me look weak. And I’m not weak. Plus, this was going to happen no matter what. This was always his plan, so we’ll do it on my terms, not his.

His boots kick my bare feet open, and I hear him unzipping his jeans over my heavy breathing.

I feel the balloon inside me deflating, and my heart hammers in my chest knowing there’s no going back. He pulls it free, and I whimper at the slight pain it causes.

He doesn’t give me a chance to recover. Instead, he kisses the side of my face and whispers, “Take in a deep breath, doll face.”

I suck in a ragged breath when the tip of his lube-covered cock is at the entrance of my ass. He pulls my body from the mirror a little, bending me at the waist but leaving the side of my face still pressed into the glass. The new position makes it even harder to breathe due to the fucking collar.

I cry out when the tip of his cock pushes into me.

“You’re going to take it like the good whore you are, Charlotte.” He grunts, pushing farther into me.

I try to pull away to stop the burning sensation, but I have nowhere to go as he pins me in place.

“Beg me for it, doll face,” he growls. “Beg me to fuck your ass.”

“Pl-ease.” A tear falls from my eye.

“Please what?” he demands, pushing deeper. The burning intensifies, and I yank on the short chains that connect my wrists to my thighs.

“Please…fuck my ass.” I sob as my smooshed face slides on the wet glass from my tears.

He pushes into me, and I tense as he holds me to him, yanking me from the glass. One hand wraps around my chin from behind while the other drops between my legs. He starts playing with my pussy while his eyes meet mine in the mirror. “Fuck, your ass feels so good, beautiful.”

I blink, my heavy eyes on his. My pussy is wet from his hand playing with my clit and the lube he poured all over it. “Please?” I beg, and it’s not fake. The smile he gives me tells me he knows it too.

Moving his hips, he pulls his cock slowly from my ass, and I moan before he pushes forward, making me cry out.

“Does it hurt?”

I nod the best I can. “Yes.”

“Does it feel good?”

“Y-es.”

He chuckles, the sound making my sweaty skin cover in goose bumps.

“Show me how much you enjoy pain, doll face. Come on my fingers while my cock fucks this tight ass.”

His fingers get more forceful, making my hips rock back and forth. The motion has my ass fucking his dick.

It’s a mixture of torture and pleasure. It feels so good but hurts so much. I’m gasping for breath, my arms pulling on my restraints as his arms hold me captive around my collared neck. It’s hard to breathe, and I’m dizzy.

My lips are parted, and drool leaks out of the corners onto his ink-covered arm. He doesn’t give a fuck and neither do I.

“All whores love getting their asses fucked. And you’re my whore, aren’t you, doll face?”

“Your whore,” I agree, my eyes growing heavy. Fuck, am I going to come? God, I hope so.

“Ride my dick, Charlotte. Fuck it.”

I’m grinding on his cock, faster and faster as his fingers enter my cunt. I’m hanging on by a thread. My muscles are sore, my body exhausted but I can feel it building deep inside me. It’s an explosion needing a way out. “Please…Haidyn.”

“What are you begging for, doll face? You’re the one fucking me.” He smirks, his eyes on mine in the mirror.

I lick my lips, and my heavy eyes fall shut.

“Look at me.” He slaps my pussy, taking away my breath. My eyes spring open, and he nods to me. “That’s it. Tell me how it feels.”

“Soooo good,” I whisper hoarsely.

It’s painful going in but feels good going out. It’s a total contradiction, but I can’t stop. Instead, I slam backward as if I’m a fucking pro at anal, and he groans. “Goddamn, beautiful.”

I do it again and again and that feeling gets bigger, my pussy wetter. His fingers continue to play with my clit, and my entire body stiffens as a fucking storm like I’ve never felt hits me.

My eyes remain open, but my vision goes black. My legs go limp, but he holds me up by my neck, and my arms rest down by my sides. Blinding light flashes across my eyes. Then everything goes black once again.