Chapter 3:Captivated

Captivated

Celia woke up and opened her eyes. She didn't move a muscle, she didn't dare. Judging from the light in the room she knew it was mid-morning. Her backside was still throbbing from the night before. She quietly looked out the window from where she was laying on Max's bed and could see the top of the building across the street. Max's room had several large windows and she frequently gazed outside, letting her mind wander to what life might be like beyond the confines of the Brothel. She reached back with trembling fingers and felt her tender bottom.

It had been almost two weeks since she had run away with Tommy. She and Tommy had not made it far before Max discovered they were gone and sent his henchmen to collect them. When they were caught, Tommy was beaten to a bloody pulp. Celia had been brought back and confined to Max's room, where she had remained ever since. She wasn't sure if there was such a thing as hell, but if there was, this had to be it.

"You're awake," Max's words pierced the quiet stillness of the room and startled her. Celia tensed up as he reached over and put his hand on her shoulder. She flinched as he rolled her onto her back and turned her head towards him so he could look down into her eyes. She was clothed in the thin, torn, and dirty undergarments she had been wearing the night of her capture. She took a sharp intake of breath as he reached down and lightly began to undo the buttons on her chemise exposing her breasts. He then untied the string holding up her pantaloons, slipping them off with precision. He gazed down the length of her body as he stripped her naked. She submitted willingly and trembled at his touch. She fought hard to hold back the tears looming just below the surface.

"Please Max," she pleaded in protest, knowing full well he would not like her to make any noise.

His eyes narrowed, "please what?" He asked wickedly.

She trembled with anguish. "No more," she whispered.

Max looked at her with disappointment and she knew it was because she was unable to be stoic and brave. He rolled her onto her stomach so that he could examine her naked backside. Welts and bruises covered her backside and her wrists were bruised and sore from being tied down frequently. Beneath the bruises he was able to glimpse her tender milky white skin, and the sight of her delicate flesh beneath the bruises gave him a great deal of pleasure.

"I told you we would finish your punishment from last night this morning," he said firmly, "last night you were far too distraught." He sat up on the edge of the bed, turning around and pulling her up into a standing position in front of him, tightly gripping her wrists as she stood before him naked, her eyes brimming with tears.

"Tell me again what happens to bad girls," he said wickedly.

"They get punished," she said in a shaky voice barely above a whisper her cheeks turning bright red and her eyes fixed on the floor.

"Yes they do," he hissed motioning with his head towards the nearby chair. He let go of her wrists and watched as she slowly walked over to retrieve the thick brown leather belt hanging on the chair next to his clothing.

She turned around slowly with the belt in her trembling hand suddenly feeling her legs give way and flinging herself down on the floor on her knees in front of him. "Please no more," she sobbed.

"Maybe you would prefer the whip instead?" He asked tauntingly.

"No Max," she quickly answered.

He reached down and took the belt from her trembling hand, grabbing her wrists and pulling her up off the floor. "Bend over," he commanded and watched as she slowly bent over the bed as she had done so many times before, placing her hands flat on the mattress and extending her bare bottom. "Bad girls have to pay for their crimes you know that," he hissed.

Her heart began to pound in earnest as she stood waiting. He raised his arm high in the air. Smack! The belt struck her bare flesh harshly, causing her to wince and close her eyes tightly to try and stave off the pain. Smack, Smack, the smacks were even and rhythmical against her bare tender flesh. She struggled to hold still and maintain her position. It hurt so much she could hardly stand it, but she knew no matter what she did or said, she was getting what Max deemed she deserved. Her hands shook and her legs trembled, she wanted so badly to reach back and block the burning licks. Smack! Smack! Smack! The belt fell against her bottom hard and fast. She willed herself to be still as tears rolled down her face. She bit her tongue, feeling her legs begin to falter and willing herself to stay standing. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! She wondered if she would ever get accustomed to the pain.

Max noted how perfect her bottom was, it was round and tight, full, and beautiful. The hard licks of the belt continued to sting her, one after the other. He smacked her several dozen times with the thick hard leather and he could tell he had nearly broken her spirit after so many times and so much whipping. He knew if he continued she would be brought once again to her knees begging and pleading for him to stop. Smack! "You need to learn your place!" Smack! He was pleased she didn't fuss as much as she usually did.

She teetered and sobbed. He gazed down at her naked body and felt his hardening prick strain against the fabric of his long underwear. He had been over stimulated sexually much of his life, so it was difficult for him to become erect anymore, except when it came to Celia. He was amazed at how Celia could produce such a strong effect in him, it almost made him remember back to when he was school boy and could spontaneously become erect if the wind blew the right way.

Celia knew immediately from the look in his eye that her punishment with the belt was over and now he was going to fuck her. He ordered her onto her stomach on the bed and then straddled her, pulling her sore bottom up into the air. Before she had time to consider what was happening, he slammed his hard cock inside her ass. She stiffened from the forceful thrust, gasping from the sudden pressure. He began to slam in and out of her as hard as he could with no mercy. He was soon fucking her hard and fast and it hurt tremendously as he slammed against her sore bottom with his hips. She felt herself want to orgasm and that surprised her, surely this wasn't pleasurable. He held her firmly in place, fucking her hard. He also reached around, pinching her already bruised and sore nipples making her tense up and in turn increase his pleasure. She wept silently as he drove himself inside her harder, faster and deeper.

Her bottom was incredibly sore from the pounding and the whipping, and yet oddly this interaction with Max made her feel somehow connected to him. Finally after a long time of fucking, Max released his load, shuddering from the pleasure. She felt totally spent and was relieved he finally reached a climax.