Sentenced to Heaven

Chapter Five-1

Chapter Five

Afternoon Fun

Alex Downing the elder sat slumped in his office chair, breathing heavily. This girl was one of the best. Naturally there was any number of good-looking employees that could be coerced into pleasuring him during the early afternoons. This one, Mindy, actually seemed to enjoy it.

Kneeling at his feet she gazed worshipfully up him, her doe eyes opened as round as her mouth as she took him feverishly in and out. Unmindful of the froth over-spilling her lips, she even keened a bit as she impaled herself. Flushed from her exertions, it was clear this was a path to career enhancement she favored over toiling in inventory.

Though it was better in some ways to have them crying and gagging and hating it, willing enthusiasm had its advantages. As Mindy stopped bobbing, took his balls in her mouth the way he’d trained her and jerked him as she sucked, Alex felt his orgasm building. Her cheeks bulged like a chipmunk’s. Now the slaver really ran, and her eyes watered too with the revulsion of such a gross scrotal stuffing. Still she sucked, working him as through driven, and he felt that at the moment her first tear over-spilled he would too. Then the goddamn disaster light went off.

His secretary knew better than to interrupt these afternoon rejuvenations for anything but a dire emergency. The flashing across his entire bank of phone lines was her signal that something had come up that she didn’t dare let wait.

Grinding his teeth but compelled by his responsibilities, the owner of the company stretched out a hand for the receiver. Understanding what was expected of her (and no doubt welcoming the relief) Mindy backed off his balls, dropping her ministrations to a more sedate (and silent) pace until the distraction was past.

“What the hell is it?”

“I’m sorry sir. Your wife insists on speaking to you immediately. It seems Alex is missing.”

“Goddamn it all! Goddamn them both! All right, connect me.”

A click on the line followed.

“Alexander!”

“What is it, Talia? You know how busy I am this time of day.”

“Junior isn’t here. His bed hasn’t been slept in and he doesn’t answer his phone. I don’t think he ever came home last night.”

“He’s an adult now Talia. What do you want me to do?”

“What if he’s killed himself like he keeps talking about, or run away? I heard what you said to him last night. We need to find him. He’s not in his right mind.”

Alexander sighed. Mindy was using her tongue to slather and tickle his seeping head, her grip on the shaft still tugging him with deliberate rhythm. It made him want to hang up without wasting another word. Valiantly he persisted in his paternal duty.

“He’s been talking like that since the accident. He’ll get over it. He’s just run off in a snit because I called him on it. He’ll be back, probably just in time for dinner – or at least school. He hasn’t missed a class yet.”

“Oh yes he has!” Talia’s voice was edging into Valium-ten territory. “I called the school, and he never showed up there last night either! What if he did get hit by a car? Or tried to get into that cemetery again and fell and broke his neck? What if someone decided to hold him for ransom? We were in the papers again recently.”

“Then his body would have been found and reported, or a demand made. Christ Talia, you’re getting as melodramatic as he is.”

“I think we should call the police and report him missing,” the b***h persisted.

His post-lunch blow-job in danger of ruination, Alex Senior threw up his hands.

“You know they won’t act until twenty-four hours have passed. If he hasn’t turned up by tonight, or answered his phone, we’ll call the police about him then. Though I suspect they might be as skeptical as I am. Until then, just relax and leave me be!”

Vehemently he ended the call. Right away Mindy took him deep again.

Expertly picking up where she’d left off, the girl from inventory soon drove every thought from Alexander’s head but a vague intention to discipline his secretary. That numb cunt needed to better comprehend what constituted an emergency.

***

Just as his oblivious old man was grunting and pumping his afternoon orgasm down the throat of a compliant employee, the missing offspring heard the bolts of his dungeon being thrown again. Free of his father forever and ecstatic about that fact, he looked forward to the introductory torture about to begin with as much excitement and gratitude as terror.

Alex was no masochist. He wanted to suffer physically not because he enjoyed it but because this seemed to be the only way to externalize the intolerable pain inside. Even if little Caitlyn’s screams stayed with him, their horror might be eased, her ghost appeased if he shared what he’d done to her. Yet though he was delighted to have this opportunity, the pain ahead still frightened him. He was afraid that it would break him; that his courage would fail and he would indeed be a shrieking baby about it. Even more unnerving though was the knowledge that his new mistress would soon discern his other autonomic response to the prospect ahead.

Rachel must quickly recognize his hideously inappropriate arousal. She might even consider it enough of an insult to merit his instant unmanning and death. In whatever event, he was about to be profoundly dishonored by the revelation that his sentence sexually excited him.

Unfortunately there was nothing he could do about this. Stiff and numb and savaged by cramps from his long hogtying, he still began hardening again as soon as the door above him opened. As his owner descended the stairs he saw she wore another form-fitting singlet, this one in a green-and-black camouflage pattern. Combat boots protected her feet from the cement floor and she wore her billed lieutenant’s cap again.

She looked so sexy and intimidating – so literally to die for – that Alex felt a miserable pang of love for her along with his eternal obligation and submissive fealty. That she could only ever hate him, though eminently just, spurred his craving for retribution in turn. By the time Mistress reached him Alex felt as hard as the stone around him and as flushed as if he was febrile. Keeping the offense of his erection crushed under him, he bowed his head and locked his eyes on her boots. Betrayed by his p***s or not, he must resist ogling her at all costs!

Mistress approached within a pace. Without warning she spoke in a loud, clear voice.

“Level one!”

It was like being bitten in the neck by an electric cobra.

Two points like fangs on the inside of his collar came alive, jabbing a venomous jolt of energy into his body. Crippling cramps and spasms wracked him as he thrashed against his chains through no volition of his own. Teeth gritted against a pain that made him want to howl, he shuddered at the whim of the current until his savior’s voice rang out again.

“End sanction!”

The fangs stabbing agony into him relented. Still they stayed poised at his throat as the spastic clenching and cramping gradually let go of his muscles. Demonstration given, Mistress’ voice was almost sultry as it intoned from above.

“I’m not going to tell you how many levels there are. Just so that you understand I can knock you flat with a breath, and torture you to death without lifting a finger any time I want. I trust you have learned the lesson. Do not resist or offend me, prisoner.”

Still tasting sour spit and groaning over residual cramps in his arched back – eighteen hours hogtied and counting – Alex swore his fealty again.

“Never, Mistress! I live to be killed by you, and to serve your every purpose until that soul-saving gift. An eternity of your proprietary punishment is what I beg for and deserve.”

“Remain still while I unchain you then. Obey any directions immediately.”

“Absolutely, ma’am. May I say something, in case I weaken and disgrace myself later?”

“Go ahead.”

“Thank you again for doing this. Hanging myself at your family’s graves would have been such a waste. I dreamed of this the entire time I was in counseling. The hope, the intention to suffer and die at your hand has been all that’s allowed me to live with myself until now. If later I scream and weep and plead for relief, don’t listen to me. Be ruthlessly sadistic in your righteous vengeance. Terminal torture is all I should ever again be allowed to know.”

“I hear you, boy. It shall be as you wish. Be silent now unless I speak to you.”

Keys jingled. Locks opened. The chain fell away from his collar. The manacles about his wrists and ankles were unclasped and the excruciating arch of his spine at last relaxed. Renewed circulation sent spikes of fire into his uncramping limbs and Alex whimpered with unexpected bliss. Useless arms akimbo, he lay docile while Mistress used one end of a heavy hemp rope to bind his feet back together. The other end she looped over an iron hook screwed into the side of the ceiling beam directly above him.

Clingy and stretchy, patterned fabric bulged over flexing muscles. Though he surely weighed more than she did, Mistress hauled on that rope and easily drew him upward. In less than a minute he was hanging by his ankles, his tingling fingers brushing the floor. Choosing a shorter, lighter cord, Mistress bound his wrists together behind him and poked the trailing rope between his thighs. Only then did she seem to notice the fierceness of his erection.

“Level three!”

Again the electricity savaged him. Again Alex shuddered and spasmed and fought not to scream as the pain had its way with him. Oh, it was so much worse, even with his hogtying relieved! Finally came the reprieve.

“End sanction! Tell me swine, what is this affront? What is the meaning of this erect p***s?”

Gasping and trying not to blubber as the blood throbbed in both his heads, Alex did his best to explain.

“I’m sorry, Mistress. Surely you understand that I’m an adolescent male, at my hormonal peak, while you are the most supremely desirable female I’ve ever encountered. I know it’s monstrously inappropriate, but glands don’t understand propriety.

“You can’t despise me any more than I do myself. And even though we both despise me, and just looking at or thinking of you fills me with guilt and horror, you still inspire both tender and carnal urges in me. Though I can’t help this any more than I can change what I did, it is another reason I deserve your torture – perhaps explicitly s****l torture. If you were to cut it off and feed it to me, that would be entirely justified.”

“Perhaps. And when the time comes to kill you, you can be certain I will make castration and the cruelly slow severing of your horribly tortured p***s central to the occasion. Doing so now though would deprive me of all that wonderful s****l abuse you suggest.”

Mistress began binding his tied hands tight against his butt via his genitals, harnessing these up into just the kind of raging tumescence he’d seen in his videos. Still barely daring to believe his continued good fortune, Alex groaned as she yanked the cord tight.

“The truth is boy, torturing someone excites me too. I’ve had almost no interest in conventional intercourse since being raped out of the military. I haven’t felt any real stirrings of any kind of desire since you murdered my man. But thinking of all the outrageous things I can now do to you has my juices flowing all right. I’m not sure what that says about me. At the present I don’t care. Tell me truthfully boy: are you turned on by my body, or by the prospect of me dominating you?”

“Both, Mistress. I know you wear it for other reasons. But that singlet really emphasizes how magnificent your figure is. Yet ordinary lust is least of what you evoke in me.”

Haltingly Alex described how the only way he’d been able to reconcile his attraction with his guilt had been by embracing perversion. He confessed to the masturbatory material on his tablet and how his entire s*x drive had become entwined with his urge toward being murdered by her. Mistress actually laughed, giving his bound-bloated balls a welcome squeeze.

“I guess we make a pretty pair of perverts then. We’ll probably both come as hard as we can as I’m killing you. Very well, get off on your torture and death if you must, slave. I shouldn’t complain, since your sick lust helped deliver you to my clutches. But seeing you sticking up hard and needy for me after the way you murdered my man might drive me to particular viciousness.”

“That sounds only proper, Mistress.”

“Indeed! All right slave: let the payback begin!”

***

Alex shivered with anticipation. That insane rush of love for his kidnapper recurred. She was so understanding and so fair-minded too! As she chose a whip from among her racks of implements and turned back to him his heart swelled, his bound erection strained and his pulse throbbed hotly behind his eyes. Though he would never marry, lose his virginity or raise a family, he was blessed to at least share penance and death with such a special female. Wishing to impress her as much as to prove his mettle to himself, Alex marshaled all his faculties. He must face at least the beginning of his end honorably. From his inverted vantage he took in her towering above him and dared to meet her eyes as she set herself.

Once again Mistress blazed condemnation at him. He knew she saw not an honorable partner in restoring proper balances any more but only the enemy who’d burned her blameless family alive. The hate raging from that face found an answer in his own self-loathing and his inner pain flayed him so cruelly he began to leak tears before her vengeance even touched him. At last Mistress’ six-foot single-tail sang. Flung with all her might, the thin, tapering leather lash impacted his belly and flank. And finally Alex Downing had an answer to the agony within.

Despite his eagerness and preparation, his scream was involuntary. Under the tyranny of his parents, particularly his mother, he’d had his butt strapped with a belt pretty regularly growing up. But this was pain of another order entirely. Nor, despite the admitted s****l dimension of their exchange, was this like any kinky visit with a dominatrix.

There were no safe words with Mistress, or worries about avoiding permanent scarring. Starting now he was being tortured unto destruction and whether that process took an hour or a decade was up to his owner.

Her first direct physical affliction was perfect regardless. As he’d hoped, his own helpless shriek effaced the ones always playing in his head. And though the pain was extreme it didn’t daunt him. He would endure far worse forever to be spared those echoes.

Mistress whipped him again, and following the flash of agony that blinded him to all other sensation or thought, Alex saw the curling red welts she was leaving across his formerly unblemished flesh. The destruction had begun. By the third lash his scream expressed as much affirmation as pain. His most cherished fantasies becoming reality gratified him immeasurably even as he wept and writhed helplessly in his upside-down suspension.

The more Alex suffered under this woman, the less his guilt and self-hatred eviscerated him. And so an afternoon ensued that suggested a splendid symbiosis was already being established. Each partner receiving what they needed from their exchange, they enjoyed the gratifications they’d separately worked together to arrange and set the template for their future intentions even as they slowly learned to know one another.

Exulting in her payback, Mistress Rachel covered him from neck to knees all around with those livid whip-welts. Though many of these broke the skin and trickled, slave Alex never once begged for surcease. From righteous fury to sadistic relish to a sustained erotic effort, his owner began slipping in taunts and remarks as she tirelessly worked her weapon. In his responses the slave-unto-death worked at ingratiating himself, beginning the paradoxical, surely futile but somehow unrefusable quest to eventually lessen her enmity.

“Still hard for me, boy?”

“Sorry…ma’am.” Alex was wheezing, the weight of his viscera bearing on his lungs growing more distressing than the pounding of his head or even the flaming of his whipping. “Hurt by you…good for me. Your body…outfit…persona…arousing.”

She whipped him some more, her own breathing heavier than effort required and her flush from more than just an endorphin rush. Through each tortured cry and swaying writhe his bound and bloated erection waggled with the force of his struggles.

“Tell me more, slave. Flatter me if you insist. What is it keeping you so ridiculously rigid? How do I appear to you from down there?”

“Lithe…leggy…lean…strong…tall…sleek…powerful…lovely…like some kind of…jungle cat…the camo pattern…your hide!”

Mistress’ only response was to whip him on. Yet her demeanor continued to moderate, informed more often by play than hate. When she at last feared any more whipping might impair his later use she turned immediately to the s****l torture he’d suggested.

Trading her whip for a smaller hand flogger – a dozen braided thongs about a foot and a half long – she beat those turgid genitals directly. When it became clear that no amount of this could do other than endlessly arouse him further, she used a set of heavy iron fireplace tongs to seize, squeeze, bend and wrench at his badly-welted erection.

His former masturbatory fantasies already madly surpassed, Alex went into raptures of deliriously erotic excruciation at this. It wasn’t until she took the tongs to his testicles that all arousal was finally squashed out of him. Indeed in the end he hung there retching the messy strings of drool that were all he had in him before she relented just shy of rupture. Sweaty and delighted with her first afternoon’s exertions, Mistress took this as a triumph.

“Not so horny for me now, are you boy? What happened to sixteen years old and staring surreptitiously at my t**s across a courtroom?”

“So…sorry!” Alex choked out through his weeping.

“I’ll bet,” Mistress sneered. “Wait ‘til the real s****l abuse begins! I confess I’ve been kind of secretly looking forward to that most all – or all along. I would have wallowed in it regardless of your response to me – you are in prison after all. But first, I need some dinner. And I suppose I’d better feed my prisoner too, if I want to keep him fit enough to eventually work for me. Wait patiently until I return.”

“Yes ma’am.”