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SYNOPSIS
Grace is a married, early-30’s wife and mother with a brilliant mind and an insatiable appetite for rough, dangerous lovemaking. She seeks out men who provide violent, painful sex with the added spice of the threat of death. After escaping from a psycho and a pair of serial killers, she attempts reform by enrolling in college. Her faculty advisor, Sebastian, recognizes that Grace is on a collision course with a grisly end and that the only way to stop her is to teach her self-esteem through bondage and domination, by showing her she can triumph over pain, humiliation, and fear. Sebastian is perhaps the only man who could dominate and satisfy her. He has triumphed over a difficult childhood to achieve almost superhuman self-control, both in his personal life and in sexual performance.
He persuades her to agree to a “slave” contract on a month-by-month basis and proceeds to tests the limits of her endurance, tolerance for non-injurious pain and self-abnegation. Her strength surprises both of them. The final lesson Sebastian administers is to teach her that her life is too precious for her to treat sex with strangers as an extreme sport, getting added kicks from the danger of coupling with killers and other unstable types. He does this by creating the illusion that she is within seconds of an extremely painful and bloody end. She is tied naked and blindfolded on a Sierra mountainside and believes a pack of wolves is about to rip her apart. When Grace can take no more, Sebastian “rescues” her and she is aware of how precious her life is to her.
EXTRACT
I crouched to hide my nakedness, shuffling back towards the far wall. It was obvious
the long preliminaries were over. In spite of my shame at my nakedness in front of two
scary and repulsive strangers, I was terribly excited. My crotch was slimy with vaginal
excretions. My labia were swollen and throbbing. My nipples were erect and so hard they
ached. My breath was coming in short gasps. I was almost hyperventilating. I yearned for
the next move from my abductors. My skin was tingling in anticipation of their rough hands
mauling my breasts and shoulders, their mouths crushing my lips, their hard penises
thrusting into my vagina, filling my gut. I’m sure the Sabine women felt like this when
the Romans killed off their men-folk and carried them off. I’m sure the Anglo-Saxon girls
felt like this when the Vikings came over the town walls. In spite of all our
civilization, our bodies are conditioned for rape.
I could feel perspiration blossoming all over my bare body. I backed up till my
backside touched the wall, making me straighten up. But I kept one forearm across my
breasts, my other hand cupping my pudenda. Dirk picked up a long rope. He coiled it and
walked towards me. I would have backed away, but I was against the wall. I watched him
warily.
“Hold out your hands, bitch.”
I just stared at him, my shoulders beginning to tremble. His fist shot out and hit me
on the cheekbone, snapping my head back against the wall.
“Hold out your hands, bitch.” He said it again with the same intonation. I held out
both hands, leaving my breasts and crotch exposed. He took both wrists with his free hand
and clamped them together, so that my palms were facing. Holding them that way, he wrapped
the end of the rope around my wrists tightly several times. He tied the ropes around my
wrists, leaving most of the rope free. This he tossed over the rafter over our heads,
catching the end as it snaked down and pulling it over to the wall where he looped it
around a door knob.
Dirk hauled savagely on the rope, pulling it tight and pulling my arms over my head.
He looked at me, and then yanked on the rope again. I was hoisted into the air by my bound
wrists until only the balls of my feet were on the floor. He took a couple of half hitches
around the doorknob to hold the rope in place. My body was stretched to its most
vulnerable. My belly was pulled taut. My breasts were pulled up and out so my nipples
quivered. My thighs and buns were stretched and tight. I could already feel the ache in my
shoulders from the weight they supported.
“What the hell you doing, Dirk?” Roger was obviously puzzled.
“I told you, tenderizing.” Dirk said over his shoulder as he walked back to where I
was hanging. “This bitch is far too cool for me. She stripped down like a whore, like she
really enjoyed it. I have to have ‘em bleedin’ and screamin’ to really enjoy a fuck. So,
we’ll see how cool this bitch really is.”
When Dirk stood in front of me, he unbuckled the heavy black leather belt he wore and
slowly pulled it from the belt loops of his trousers. He held it up for me to see and
grinned when he caught my eyes. He stepped back and drew his arm back. Then he swung the
belt with all the force of his arm and shoulder. The heavy belt struck across my gluts
with a loud crack. The force of the blow drove me off my feet. My body swung forward, my
knees bending. For a second, I hung my entire weight from my wrists. The world reeled. My
vision turned gray as I fought to retain consciousness. Then I gasped air into my lungs
and struggled to get my feet on the floor. Standing again, I took in another shuddering
breath. I hadn’t screamed. Tears were running down my face. Then the pain began. My buns
felt as if they’d been burned with a branding iron. The pain radiated from the diagonal
line across both cheeks and spread till my entire behind was aflame.
Dirk was in my face again, grinning. “Like that, Bitch? Ready for another?”
I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t see it coming. It didn’t help. This time it was across
the front of my thighs. I kept my footing that time, but the pain was worse, if anything.
The third one was across my shoulders and I screamed. The next was on my calves. The pain
was so general now that I had trouble telling where the blows were landing. I was
screaming with every blow, gasping to get the air for the next scream. I was throwing my
head about and twisting my shoulders and hips in agony.
Dirk was in ecstasy. He was roaring with glee and hitting with more frenzy. It seemed
he was stepping up the pace. Then the belt landed across my belly. My feet came off the
floor as I doubled up, hanging from my wrists. Then it all went black and the pain
stopped.
