Fifty Shades of Submission (33 page)

“
Let me tell you what I’m going to do with you, bitch. First I’m going to torture you, then I’m going to fuck you. Or is it the other way round?  Perhaps I should fuck you first and then torture you. I’m going to tie you up with your legs splayed and then I’m going to fuck you with every blunt object I can find lying around the house!” I chuckle maliciously and she grunts and moans in desperate protest.

The she-devil has
left her cigarettes behind and I get them and light one and inhale deeply. I exhale the smoke slowly and deliberately into Amun’s face.

“I took up smoking a few years back but gave it up
, did I tell you that? I got bored with it. But you know what, I think I’ll start smoking again, because this little cigarette is actually a simple, yet extremely effective instrument of torture. Did you know that the tip of a cigarette burns at 900 hundred degrees centigrade when you suck it? That’s equivalent to the temperature a red-hot kiln needs to fire a load of ceramics.”

I inhale deeply
and then stab the end of the cigarette into her breast and hold it there. Her scream comes out in a gurgling growl, choked back by the ball gag.

I laugh, genuinely amused
. “Hurts, doesn’t it? You’ve been watching me suffer for months – how does it feel to be on the receiving end?” I suck on the cigarette once more and jam the tip against the flesh of her other breast.  She screams again.

I
smile coldly. “It’s curious, isn’t it? The smell of burning flesh? It smells a bit like barbecued pork.” I laugh and push the burning cigarette onto her breast once more. Her strangled scream is cut short as a look of utter relief washes over her face and eyes.

She
is looking at someone behind me. I turn to see who it is but I’m too late.

Something heavy and hard hit
s the back of my head and the world turns black as I hit the floor.

When I come to I am tied to one of the hardback chairs that have been brought up from the kitchen. My hands are tied behind me and my feet are tied securely to the legs of the chair.

“He’s awake,” someone says behind me.

I
turn my head half expecting to see the she-devil but instead Amun and Osiris come into view. Both women are dressed in ordinary street clothes and are looking at me with concern.

“Sorry I had to hit you, man, but you were getting seriously out of control,” Osiris says. “You were losing it.”

“We’re not working for that bitch,” Amun said. “We came back because we knew that you needed our help.”

“We?” I say dumbly.

Amun nods. “I wasn’t entirely up front with you. I didn’t come back on my own. We both came back together. Osiris decided to stay out of sight so we didn’t freak you out.”

“Did Saskia
send you with the videos and the letter?” I say dully. I find saying her name out loud unbearable.

“No,” Osiris says. “They were alre
ady here when we got back. She’d left them here before she fucked off with that Russian.”

Amun looked at me
sympathetically. “We’re on your side, baby. Believe me, nothing would give me more pleasure than seeing that bitch burn in hell!”

The look in her eyes are sincere and for the
moment I decide to believe her. I know, however, that I will never trust another woman as long as I live.

“I hurt you,” I say to Amun at last. “I’m sorry.”

She shrugged. “Forget it. I understand where you were coming from. Hell, in your shoes I woulda prolly done far worse!”

“Let Amun and I help you get strong and get
back on your feet,” Osiris says earnestly.

I looked at her
handsome Somali face and nod.

Yes,
I need my strength back if I am to get my revenge.

I have decided to kill that bitch and her lover.

Today I am beginning a new chapter of my life.

I have been to
town and fetched the branding irons from the metal works where I ordered them over a week ago. I also walked into an auto dealership and bought a brand new black SUV for cash. In future I am going to need to be mobile. It’s the first penny of my father’s fortune that I have touched. So far I have ignored my vast inheritance, but now I am going to use it to finance my quest for revenge.

When I came home today Amun seemed withdrawn, her big eyes clearly troubled.

She reached out for my hand
. “Don’t do this, Julian,” she implored. “Please.”

But
I brushed past her without a word and went upstairs to the bedroom.

As instructed, Amun has made a fire in the hearth and it is burning strongly. I put the branding irons into the flames and light a cigarette and sit down in front of the fire and watch the irons heat up slowly, waiting for them to glow red-hot.

I
am beginning to enjoy smoking. I find that it calms my nerves and keeps my hands occupied when they start to tremble for no apparent reason.

After
my fourth cigarette the branding irons are ready.

I call
downstairs to the women. “It’s time!”

They
come upstairs wordlessly and wait while I strip naked. I have bought and placed two huge full-length mirrors in the bedroom – one on each opposite wall. Lately I find that I enjoy watching myself fuck Amun and Osiris in the big canopied bed, watching our bodies sweat and heave, entwined in a sexual ritual of ebony and ivory.

I have discovered that Amun i
s compassionate by nature and generous with her body. She readily opens her legs for me whenever I am aroused, her vagina a warm and wet receptacle that indulges and satisfies my lust over and over again.

Osiris i
s more reticent with her favors but she lets me fuck her without resisting too much. She knows I have become quite addicted to her narrow boyish hips and her tight cunt which is gradually becoming wider and more yielding - stretched by my oversized, lubricated cock sliding frantically in and out of her several times each day.

Si
nce the she-devil left I find myself more and more addicted to the daily fix of sex. My sexual sessions with the two women sometimes last for hours, until I am too exhausted to move. I call them sexual sessions because there is no part of it that can be described as lovemaking. When I want to fuck them they let me. Our newfound arrangement is as simple and uncomplicated as that. For the time being, they fill a need in me. And in exchange I offer a roof over their heads and food on the table. I have also arranged with my attorneys to pay them a salary for as long as I need their services. They’re pleased about the money and have doubled their efforts to ensure that I am well fed and sexually satisfied.

Osiris
is actually a good cook and we have almost grown into a small dysfunctional family in the last number of weeks. Osiris tells me that, like me, she has no living relatives. Her village in Somalia had been burnt down by warlords. All the men in her village were butchered to death with machetes, and all the women were raped and then barricaded inside a thatch hut that was set alight. They all burnt to death, including her mother and sisters. Osiris managed to escape by hiding in the pig sty.

“Were you raped?” I asked.

She shook her head. “No. when the men attacked our village my mother told me to run away and hide.”

“How did you get out of Somalia?”

She shrugged. “I became the lover of a rich and powerful women. She was married to a drug dealer but she liked to fuck me and she took me to America with her as her maid. One night her husband tried to rape me. My door was locked but he broke it down and ran into my room with his ugly big cock standing up. I fought him by plunging a knife into his thigh and managed to get away. I fled from their house and after that I made my own way in the world.”

Osiris tells me that I am the first and only man she has ever been with and that she finds my continual physical attentions unusual and not too unbearably unpleasant.

The three of us
know that this arrangement is temporary and that soon we will go our separate ways. No doubt Osiris will go back to fucking women - and I will embark on my journey of revenge.

Now that Saskia is gone the house feels very different. It has lost its exotic flavor and has become quite mundane. It is once again merely an old and very dilapidated stone farmhouse.

At last
I stand naked in front of the big mirrors and inspect my body front and back. The new disfigurements that mark my body - courtesy of the she-devil and her Russian lover - have healed. The wounds have mended but the ugly scars remain. The lashes have left raised welts on my chest and back and buttocks and thighs. The name that the she-devil had carved across my groin stare back at me in freshly healed, raised pink scars -
Saskia
.

I am glad that she
has left her mark on me. I am glad that I will never forget her cruelty. I don’t want to forget. I want to taste the bitter gall of revenge in my mouth every day until the moment that it is satisfied.

I have replaced the rin
gs in my nipples and on my testicles where they were before. My mutilations are almost complete.

I turn
away from the mirror and looked at Osiris. “I’m ready.”

As discussed, she handcuffs
my wrists and ankles to the two foot posts of the bed so that I am spread-eagled with my back to her.

“Do it,” I say
.

“
Are you sure?“ She says uncertainly, hesitating.

“
Do it!”
I snarl.

Amun
puts a wad of cloth in my mouth to bite down on. Osiris take the first red-hot branding iron out of the fire and swiftly burns the letter ‘R’ into my left shoulder blade. I scream involuntarily with pain and bite down hard. I can smell my skin burn with a sickly sweet stench as each branding iron sears its mark relentlessly into my flesh across my back.

T
he pain is excruciating and eventually I pass out.

When I co
me to, I am hanging by my restraints. My body is limp and I feel as though my flesh is on fire. Amun is wiping my brow with a cold damp cloth, trying to revive me.

She ho
lds a glass of cognac to my lips. “Drink this. It will help revive you a little.”

“Is it done?” I ask, my voice low and hoarse with pain.

She nods. “It’s done.”

My whole body is shuddering uncontrollably with the aftershock of pain.
I drink the cognac slowly, my teeth rattling against the rim of the glass. The amber liquid burns warmly down my throat and slowly begins to settle my nerves.

I lift my head and look
at myself in the mirror. I can see the back of my body in the second mirror behind me. The word
REVENGE
is branded in large savage letter across my back.

This will be my final
mutilation.

This will be
the one and only word that I will live by from now on.

I am
going to get my revenge on the she-devil, her Russian lover, and her sadistic Aunt Sophia.

No matter what the cost.