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Chapter 9 “Protocol” (6/8)
The Fat Man emerges from the bathroom nude.
“Don’t get excited, slut,” the grotesque man says with a dirty laugh, “I’m not going to fuck you. I just don’t like getting blood on my clothes.”
She’s let down from the shackles and forced to crawl. She’s fed table scraps, which as one may guess by looking at the pirate are few. She’s forced to relive herself outside, crawling to the door and scratching at it like an animal as speaking is forbidden.
And they play the many little ‘games’ that make up “Make the Bitch Cry”, as the Fat Man calls it.
His favorite and a perfect example of the kind of game that is played during the day is simply called “Ass”.
Jerri’s tormentor calls out the word “ass” as she is to arch her back and present herself much like a cat in heat. When her back side is exposed he zaps her with the taser, normally right between her cheeks. The weapon is set to a low voltage intended not to incapacitate, but to cause pain. If Jerri flinches, which she invariably does, she loses the game and is punished with a furious paddling.
Whereas it could be argued the Sultan loves the power he has over his slaves and has a sweet tooth for collecting beautiful women and Mr Dickard was a morally corrupt pervert who sold his rival into slavery and sexually used her. It is clear the Fat Man just simply hates women. This comes out in the paddling. It’s furious. He strikes her backside so hard she can’t feel the pain at first, he grunts with effort with each smack. It’s not until he stops that she feels the burning of countless pin-pricks across her backside, the pain welling up and radiating all over her buttocks and the back of her legs and lower back. She’s never felt so much pain in her life. Tears begin to well in her eyes, tingling in her sinuses and she can only see white. Something in her won’t allow her to cry. She can’t. She’s tired of losing.
“What’s a matter, cunt? Not having fun? That little Russian bitch LOVED this game! ASS!” He calls out.
Jerri can’t move her legs for the all the pain. Thus, he paddles her furiously.
The Fat Man pulls her head back to see tears.
There are none.
He rages.
“ASS!!” he shrieks
Jerri struggles, manages to arch her back and she is hit with the taser.
“BULLSEYE!!” he shouts, “You gonna feel that one the next time you shit!”
She tries keep her back arched, but the pain is too great and the sick sound of the taser's current fills the air. Her hips fall.
More angry paddling.
“I’m going to lick the tears off your face, you rotten little fuck beast”
He grabs her hair, pulls her head back to see her face.
No tears.
He uses both hands to pound Jerri with the paddle, tossing the taser aside. She can feel his sweat dripping onto her back as he relentlessly beats her backside.
He’s done playing ‘Ass’ and now just wants to win ‘Make the Bitch Cry”.
Jerri can’t string together coherent thoughts, only impressions and feelings. She just wants to survive and the sound of the paddle viciously slapping her flesh bounces off the walls:
Pain, blinding white pain.
Don’t cry.
Anger.
Don’t cry.
He smashes the paddle on the floor.
Rage.
Millions of needles burning my ass.
Terror.
Will my legs work?
Roxy.
Don’t cry, goddamn it.
Shrieking anger.
Please stop.
No.
Don’t cry.
Don’t fucking cry...
Two days of Hell.
Three nights on the wall.
Monday morning comes. The Sultan’s staff arrive. Omar informs the Fat Man his ride is ready. Piglet stands aside, silent. The pirate, swearing, takes his bags and leaves. Jerri is bruised, exhausted, hungry and spent, but she never cried.
Jerri won.
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We get to the bit I was worried about. Now, that It's posted, it's not nearly as bad as I thought it would be. It's a bit of a change for Jerri, being in such physical danger.
More to come tomorrow!
You were worried, you're the one that wrote it, right? I was worried that he cut her stab her or even paralyze her.