Madness: Part 2 – Chapter 23

I watch her body tremble while strapped to the table. She’s wide open and ready for me to do whatever the fuck I want to her. Gavin is always more than willing to help out a fellow Lord, so when I told him of my plan, he didn’t bat an eye. The guy has seen some shit in his day. I’m sure he didn’t agree with all of it, but as a Lord, he serves and never asks questions.

I’m not a doctor by any means, but I needed her to be checked. I need tests run to make sure that the information I was sent is true. You can’t trust anything in our world. It’s all smoke and mirrors. She’s been pretending to be who she is. How do I know the information I found out isn’t a lie as well? Depending on who she’s working for, the shit that’s online could be just as fake as the shit she tells me. Thankfully, I can check.

I place a pair of gloves on, then pop the lid on the lube and cover the balloon plug. “Relax, Charlotte.” She releases a shaky breath. Smearing it on my fingers, I run them over her puckered ass, and she flinches. “You’re okay,” I tell her, pushing the tip of one into her, not wasting any time. I brought her for a reason, and I’m in no mood to prolong it.

The sound of her sniffling follows while her body fights the restraints. Pulling it out, I repeat the process, pushing it in a little farther. “You’re doing good, doll face.”

Her legs tighten as they pull against the leather straps that hold them wide open for me. I apply more pressure and enter a second one, making her whimper as her ass tightens down on me.

Then I remove them and grab the tube. I lube it up once more and push my finger back into her ass first before I pull out and begin to replace it with the deflated balloon. “Deep breath, doll face.”

She sucks in a shaky breath, and I begin to slowly glide it into her. “That’s it. Doing great.”

“Hai-dyn.” Her soft voice cracks. The table rattles from her useless fight.

“Shh, you’re doing so good for me, Charlotte.” I push it farther into her ass. “So good. Almost there.”

“Oooooww,” she cries, her ass trying to lift off the table.

Watching it slide into her ass, I tell her, “It’s in.” Then I inflate the balloon just enough to where she can’t push it out and turn the valve so the solution flows—slow and steady.

I remove my gloves and throw them in the trash while she struggles in the restraints, causing the gown to fall open some since her arms are above her head.

“It’ll take about an hour,” I inform her, walking over to the sink and washing my hands. “And then you’re going to hold it for thirty minutes.” I dry them off and discard the paper towels into the trash can. Usually, they require more time, but we’ll start with baby steps. I have plenty of time to test her.

She had her eyes tightly shut until I spoke, and they spring open in horror. “What…no…I can’t…”

“Yes, you can.” I run my knuckles down the side of her wet cheek. “You can do it, Charlotte.”

She shakes her head, sucking in a deep breath.

“Are you hurting?”

“No,” she whispers.

Just embarrassed. She needs to get used to this. I’m going to have her in so many situations that will have her blushing and crying. I have endless ideas.

“Please?”

Her little whine has my cock so fucking hard. Hell, I’ve been hard since the first time she walked into my life. I should have known she was a trap—something so beautiful can only be used as a weapon. I’ve survived my initiations and being tortured, and that’s stuff I signed up for. I’m not going to let pussy be the one thing that does me in.

“What are you begging for?” I ask her.

Her hands fist as she pulls on the belts that secure her small wrists to the top of the table. “I…uh,” she moans, her hips twisting from side to side. A soft sob comes from her plump lips, and I reach out, running my knuckles over her flushed cheeks to wipe away the tears from her face.

Her heavy eyes open and meet mine. Dropping my hand, I run them down over her heaving chest, and to test the waters, I gently caress her hardened nipple. Her boobs are perfect just like I imagined every time she sat in the room at Carnage pretending to be someone else. They’re bigger than they looked in her blouses that she would wear. Makes me wonder if she was hiding them on purpose. Her pussy is shaved, and she’s got a pink diamond belly ring in.

My eyes go back to her face, and she moans, her hips pulling against the belt. “Is this turning you on, doll face?”

She closes her eyes tightly and turns her face into the side of her arm, trying to hide from me.

Wrapping my hand around her fragile neck, I pin it to the table. “Look at me,” I command.

She straightens her head, swallowing against my palm as her wet lashes flutter open. “Eyes on me, Charlotte. I want to see you.”

She blinks, fresh tears running out of the corner of her eyes. “Talk to me. Use your words,” I urge her.

She parts her lips and takes in a shaky breath. Her hips lift off the table, and she whimpers.

Letting go of her neck, I pull out another medical strap from the side of the table and fasten it low across her hips, securing them. “Don’t want you to pull it out,” I tell her even though I know it’s not possible. I move back to hover over her face. “Are you in pain?” I ask. My hand gently rubs her flat stomach, feeling her body tremble.

She shakes her head, sucking in a deep breath. “No…but, what…is it? I—” She closes her eyes again and cries out. Poor thing is already so confused.

“I’m giving you a retention enema, Charlotte. I’m pumping soapy water into you. After I think you’ve taken enough, I’m going to make you hold it. When I think you’ve held it long enough, I’ll let you relieve yourself.”

She arches her neck and lets out a sob at my words. “Please,” she cries, fighting harder against the straps that hold her down.

Her nipples are hard, and I slap her inner thigh to see how she reacts to it. The moan that leaves her parted lips tells me all I need to know. “Words, Charlotte.”

“Y-es.” Her voice cracks, and I smile to myself because I didn’t ask her a question.

My hands trail over her heaving chest to her breasts once again, unable to stay away from them. “Your nipples are hard, doll face,” I say, cupping her right one and running my thumb over it.

Arching her back, she sucks in a ragged breath.

“Talk to me.” I want to make her uncomfortable. I want to humiliate her. I also want her to know that I don’t give a fuck what bothers her. I’m going to find her boundaries and push her further. She will have none once I walk away from her.

“Please?” she whispers.

“Please what?” I ask, my fingers now running down her sternum. The cold room is filled with her heavy breathing. I like the way it sounds. I can’t wait to see her struggle in the positions I’m going to put her in.

“I…” She licks her lips.

“Tell me.” My fingers run down over her stomach, to her pelvic bone over the straps and to her inner thigh. Her legs shake in the stirrups, and I smile. “You’re going to have to ask me, doll face.”

My eyes go to hers, and they’re tightly closed. I slap her inner thigh again in warning, and they pop open, meeting mine.

“Which part is turning you on the most?” I ask, knowing what she’s afraid to ask for. An enema isn’t normally painful. But of course, this isn’t a usual one. I had the water a little colder than normal, and I’m going to fill her with a little more than I think she can hold. I want to make her cry and beg. Not for the reasons she is now, but hey, this is even better. “Is it the fact that you’re naked and tied down?” I inquire. “Is it the feel of having something shoved into your ass, filling you full of water? Hmm?” I slap her inner thigh again. Harder.

She cries out, arching her back the little the straps allow. “Please…please touch me.”

“Where, Charlotte?” I slap her again. Same spot but with more force to the point my hand stings.

“My pussy,” she cries, wiggling her hips on the table.

I run my hand down her inner thigh until I’m cupping her cunt. “This what you want?” My hand rests there, feeling the heat and wetness. I remove my hand and slap it.

She yanks on the restraints, crying out. I slap my free hand over her mouth and lean down into her face as her tear-filled eyes meet mine. “Don’t want anyone hearing you, do we?”

She shakes her head. Inhaling sharply through her nose.

“We don’t want them to know what a desperate whore you are.” I slide a finger into her pussy. She’s soaked. Of course, I’m sure some of it is from the lubricating gel Gavin used to check her, but I know some of it’s from her arousal as well. She’s turned on. “My doll face is a dirty little whore, isn’t she?” I ask, entering a second. Blinking rapidly, she arches her neck. I remove my fingers and slap it again, making her nod quickly.

“Good girl,” I praise, shoving them back in, and her chest rises and falls rapidly. “You’re so tight, doll face.” I feel her clench down on me.

I pull them out, and she slumps onto the table, full-on crying now. Tears spill from her eyes like an endless waterfall. I slap it again and again and again. The sound fills the large room as the bag continues to push soapy water into her, filling her stomach like a balloon.

“You’re so beautiful, Charlotte. Such a beautiful, desperate whore.” Her shoulders shake at my words. “So perfect.”

My free hand remains on her face, covering her cheeks and mouth. She will spend a lot of her time with me gagged for many reasons. But one being I like the way she looks when she realizes she has no voice. Vulnerable and a little scared. But also turned on.

I run my fingers over her clit, gently playing with it before pushing one into her really slowly. Her trembling body begs for more. “Do you want to come?” I ask and remove my hand from her face.

“Please…Haidyn. Please.” She sniffs.

I remove the one finger and then slap her again. She bites her lip and arches her neck.

“That’s a good girl,” I praise her. She’s such a quick learner. “If you make a sound, I’ll stop. Understand?”

She nods quickly and gasps. “Ye-yes.”

My eyes drop to her open legs. “Fuck, Charlotte, your cunt is red and swollen. So pretty.”

I slap it again, and she turns her face to the side to bury it into her arm. I pinch her nipple. “Eyes on mine,” I remind her. “I know it’s a lot to keep up with, but you’ll learn to follow the rules I give you.”

“Yes,” she agrees.

I go back to slapping her soaked cunt. I like the way she bites down on her bottom lip to keep quiet. Then I’m burying three fingers into her tight pussy. Reaching up, I find her G-spot. She quits gasping. Instead, she holds her breath as her body goes stiff. Her watery eyes soften in a trance before she comes on my fingers.

CHARLOTTE

I sit in the passenger seat of my SUV staring out the window and silently crying. I’m so mad at myself. What in the fuck just happened? He had me checked, my blood taken, then I was given the birth control shot after an enema.

I’ve had colonics before. Is that the same thing? I don’t think so. I’ve never had the experience of being turned on with one. Is that a kink? I’m also not sure. I’ll have to look that one up once I’m alone. I was exposed and practically sobbing. At first, it started out due to humiliation. Then it turned to need. Now I’m ashamed. Who the fuck gets turned on by that?

I can now say that I do. That’s what men like Haidyn want. To make you feel like nothing. They turn you on yourself. I haven’t even started serving him yet, and my underwear is already soaked. I’ve become weak.

After I came, it got even more awkward. I came down from my high, and he stood next to me for thirty minutes while I continued to hold in my enema. A part of me wished he had just choked me out and saved me from the embarrassment. No such luck.

Afterward, he removed it and let me use the restroom. Thankfully, I was allowed to go by myself. I cried while I sat on the toilet. It wasn’t necessarily painful, mostly just from shame. I looked over the marks that covered my body from pulling on the restraints. I’ve never come so hard in my life, and he didn’t even fuck me. Thank God he and Gavin don’t know I’m a virgin. I was ready to beg him to fuck me right then and there, but he wouldn’t have. Lords get off on you wanting them. He gave me just enough to keep me wanting more. A taste. It’s like a starving man smelling a steak dinner—your mouth waters and your stomach turns, reminding you how hungry you really are. Then you realize you’ll do anything for it.

That was me—desperate and accepting.

He pulls into my driveway and opens the garage. The moment he comes to a stop, I jump out and run into the house. “Charlotte?” he calls out, but I ignore him.

I run through the house to the bedroom. Rushing to the bathroom, I want a shower. I’ve never felt so dirty in my life.

I slam my broken bedroom door closed behind me, and it’s shoved open. I’m spun around with a fist in my hair, and he tosses my weak body onto the bed. The one that betrayed me.

“Get off me!” I shout, my hands swinging and legs kicking. But he easily straddles me and pins my hands above my head.

“Calm down, doll face.” He chuckles, thinking this is funny.

“I HATE YOU!” I shout so loud it hurts my own ears and burns my throat. “Fucking…hate you.” My throat tightens, and tears sting my eyes. But this is my fault. I had the opportunity to walk away before I accepted my brand and chose to go through with this.

He releases my arms and wraps both hands around my neck. I tilt my head back and grab his wrists, trying to stop him, but he doesn’t restrict my air. My fingers dig into his large watch, and it pinches my skin, but I don’t let go. Instead, my already wet pussy throbs with need as I try to lift my hips to push him off. It’s like I’m tied down to the table all over again.

He lowers his face to mine, and I hold my breath as those pretty haunted blue eyes glare into mine. “That was just the beginning, Annabelle.” I’m really starting to hate it when he calls me by my real name. “The things I’m going to do to you…some you’ll like, others probably not. I’m going to make you my little fuck toy. You’ll cry…you’ll beg, and you’ll crawl on your hands and knees to me, begging to be played with like a mindless toy.”

My stomach sinks at his words because it’s a promise. And Lords always make good on their promises.

“When I decide I’m done with you, you will have no dignity left. All you will know is me. All you will want is me. I suggest you accept that now rather than later.” He lets go of my neck and stands. Without another word, he turns and exits my room.

I stare at the ceiling through my tear-filled eyes as I hear his motorcycle start. Only when I’m met with silence do I roll over, bury my face in a pillow, and let out a sob because I belong to Haidyn Reeves. A Spade brother who knows I’m a fraud. I’m a nobody really. Not in our world. That’s why I’m doing what I’m doing—to be someone. I want power. I want to be feared. I guess Lords have to be humiliated, and so do I. He could turn me in. The Lords don’t know that he found me out. But what would they say? Probably tell him he can have me. That if I’m no longer valuable to them, then they’d let Haidyn throw me into Carnage. At least now, I’m playing both sides.

He’s not going to tell them because then he will no longer have leverage over me. I’m not going to rat myself out because I signed up for this. I knew the risk. Did I, though? I didn’t know he was going to find me out.

I sit up when I hear my cell ring. Drying my face, I take in a shaky breath to calm myself and retrieve my cell from my purse on the floor. “Hello?” I say when I see it’s my mother.

“Hello, dear. How is your day?”

A laugh bubbles up, but I swallow it. “Great. Yours?” I’m trying to sound cheerful and hoping she can’t tell. My mother is very perceptive. I was never that kid who could get away with anything. She always knew.

“Quite wonderful,” she says cheerfully. “I was hoping you’re free for an early dinner. We can go to your favorite place… you know, since you’re going on vacation at the end of this week.”

I hang my head and rub the back of my neck, knowing there’s a tracker there. “Yeah, of course.” Why not? I had to cancel my dinner plans with Wesley.

“Excellent. I’ll see you soon.” Click.

I pull myself together and walk to the shower to start getting ready.