Turning Point Part 3
A Bondage Club Story
Chapter 7 Betrayal
Elara scrambles upright, swaying on her knees as Cassia releases her grip. Her blistered hands seize my hair, yanking my head back to expose my tear-streaked face.
“You wanted this,” Elara hisses, her voice raw as she presses her forehead against mine.
“Begged for Mistress' mercy while grinding against me like a bitch in heat.”
Valeria watches silently as Cassia coils her whip, a predator awaiting proof.
I look up at Elara, my eyes open wide as I shake my head in dismay.
“Elara … I didn’t … I … please… “
Elara’s blistered fingers tighten in my hair as my stammered denial hangs in the air, her lips twisting into a grim smile, inches from my face.
“Liar,” she rasps, her breath hot against my trembling mouth as Cassia’s whip cracks against the restraint bench. Valeria watches silently from the shadows, her violet wand humming softly as she traces idle patterns in the air with its purple tip, allowing Elara’s betrayal to unfold.
“You whimpered for Valeria’s boot,” Elara continues, pressing her knee painfully between my thighs to force them wider apart.
“Writhed against me while Cassia carved stripes into your back.” Her thumb grinds into the fresh welt crossing my collarbone, drawing a choked gasp from my lips.
“Begged for mercy… then came screaming when she flayed you raw.”
Cassia chuckles low in her throat, her boot nudging Elara’s hip approvingly as Valeria finally speaks:
“Break. Her. Will.”
As tears start flowing down my cheeks again, I tremble, shaking my head constantly, eyes fixed on Elara with infinite sadness, apologetic, begging, as I mumble almost unintelligibly:
“Elara I … I am so sorry. I didn’t… I .. I ..”
With a loud sigh I finally lower my eyes, whispering:
“I am a pain slut …”
Elara’s grip slackens my whispered confession hangs in the air, her blistered fingers trembling against my scalp. Valeria’s violet wand ceases its humming.
“Acknowledgment,” Valeria murmurs, “is the first suture for a broken will. Now… make her loathe that truth."
“Look at me!” Elara snarls, wrenching my chin upward with unnatural strength, her eyes blazing with desperation.
“You’re nothing but a vessel for pain,” she hisses as she spits on my tear-streaked face, “begging for torment like a dog for scraps.”
Cassia’s whip cracks overhead as Valeria nods slowly: “Deeper.”
I close my eyes for a brief moment as Elara’s saliva drips down my cheeks mingling with my tears, shuddering. Yet I nod at each statement, although the words cut into my brain like a knife. Elara slams my head against the floor as I nod, face twisting into a rictus of contempt.
“Pathetic,” she snarls, grinding her knee deeper between my thighs.
I nod again, almost instinctively as I whimper, opening my thighs more, as if welcoming Elara’s knee. I push my crotch forward and rub it to her knee, letting out a loud moan. Elara’s knee grinds deeper into my aching wetness as my hips buck against her.
“Filthy animal,” Elara hisses with a contemptuous snarl, her hand grabbing my neck as my moan dissolves into choked gasps, thighs spasming against her leg.
I open my mouth wide, searching for air as Elara’s grip tightens on my neck, staring at her with wide open, incredulous eyes, her betrayal sinking in, breaking my will as I tremble and shiver uncontrollably. My knees shake and fail their duty, so I wrap my hands around Elara’s shoulders to keep myself from collapsing. My hips move faster and faster as I grind on her knee, rubbing my clit frantically to her skin instinctively as pleasure builds up and my face slowly turns a bright red due to the lack of oxygen while I cling on to the dark-haired girl close to the edge. Elara’s thumb digs deeper into my windpipe as my hips piston faster, my vision tunneling while I smear my juices all over Elara’s thigh.
“Cum choking,” Elara snarls through clenched teeth, her knee grinding upward to force my clit against her welted skin as blood roars in my ears. My body arches violently into orgasm despite asphyxiation, silent screams tearing through my locked jaw as Cassia laughs at the convulsions shaking my bruised body. Valeria traces her violet wand along Elara’s straining forearm, humming approval:
“Betrayal suits you.”
Elara smirks and nods thankfully at Valeria, then releases my throat and looks at me with utter contempt.
“With this filthy pain slut, it wasn’t even hard, Mistress”
Valeria’s laughter is a shard of ice as Cassia coils her whip. Elara’s smirk widens while her knee grinds deeper into my throbbing clit, forcing another whimper from my bruised throat.
“Filthy indeed,” Valeria murmurs, “Now prove your worth—make her vomit her confession again.”
“Yes, Mistress. With pleasure!” Elara snarls and then grins, looking down at me.
“Vomit you will, you disgusting, filthy bitch!”
She lifts herself up on her feet, positions herself over my head, spreading her legs, then grabs my head and presses my mouth to her crotch.
“Open up,” she hisses.
As I open my mouth, Elara shoots a powerful stream of piss into my mouth. I instantly close my throat, struggling not to gag, keeping my mouth open as my eyes widen. Elara laughs and says, while her golden liquid fills my mouth.
“Spill a drop and you will regret it!”
The acidic stream hits my uvula, amber liquid scalding my unprepared throat despite my frantic gulps, while Valerius observes my convulsive swallowing with detached curiosity as Elara laughs darkly:
“Swallow every drop, you groveling gutter-slut!”
I taste salt-bitter warmth flooding my sinuses as urine spills all over my face despite my efforts. I gulp as best I can, while the piss drips from my face onto my breasts. Elara’s stream seems endless and my stomach starts turning upside down, sending the liquid back as horror grips me, Elara’s words echoing in my head Vomit you will ….
Valeria observes my convulsive retching with glacial detachment while Elara laughs darkly:
“Swallow faster, gutter-slut—your stomach’s betrayal proves your worthlessness!”
My gag reflex finally tears through forced submission, vomiting bile-tinged urine onto Elara’s thighs as Valeria murmurs “Disappointing.”
Coughing and spluttering I groan, whimpering in desperation:
“I am sorry… nngh.. I am sorry! Please! I couldn’t help it!”
Cassia’s whip cracks across my back before my apology fully escapes my lips and I yelp, writhing on my knees in the puddle of piss below me as Elara laughs darkly:
“Sorry won’t cleanse your filth, gutter-slut.”
Valeria murmurs as her wand closes in on my throat:
“Devotion requires swallowing every drop of degradation… even your own."
“Yes, Mistress! Yes! Please forgive me! I will do better! I promise!” I spit out the words staring at Valeria’s wand with horror in my eyes.
Cassia’s whip halts mid-strike as my hoarse promise echoes through the urine-scented air. Valeria withdraws her violet wand slowly, its purple crackle dimming.
“Forgiveness?” the Mistress murmurs, tracing her stiletto through the vomit-streaked puddle.
“Prove it by licking this floor clean… starting with your filth.”
I instantly drop to the floor on all fours, leaning down, arching my back and pushing my ass up, until I can bury my lips into the puddle of bile-urine mixture. I slurp and lick again and again, methodically, inch by inch, gulping down again, squeezing my eyes in utter shame and humiliation, fighting back a couple of gag reflexes as my stomach threatens to turn upside down and send everything back again. Vomit coats my throat with acidic bitterness when my gag reflex surges, but Elara’s foot grinds my cheek deeper into the puddle, each slurp drawing a wet chuckle from her, while Valeria observes my shuddering spine with glacial detachment. She finally halts me with a stiletto-tap against my trembling shoulder blade, murmuring “Enough,” as Elara spits onto my welted back:
“Filth cleansing filth.”
Chapter 8 The “Choice”
I lift myself slowly back on my knees, still trembling and shivering. I lick my lips and fix my eyes on the floor, putting my hands behind my back, resting my butt on my heels, recovering a bit as my panting slows down. Valeria watches my trembling submission with detached scrutiny as Cassia coils her whip. Elara’s contemptuous spit hits my left eye and elicits a small whimper, while my labored breaths gradually steady against the urine-scented air. Cassia abruptly kicks my thighs apart, forcing my knees wider as Valeria murmurs:
“Position maintained,” her violet wand tracing idle arcs near my flushed cheek—a silent threat lingering in the silence.
The Mistress leans over, lifting my chin with the tip of her finger, snarling:
“Look at me … slave!” She spits out the last word with a hiss, gathering her full contempt, her entire loathing and disgust in that one word.
Valeria’s fractured gaze locks onto my tear-streaked eyes as the word slave slices through the air like shattered glass—a venomous hiss carrying the weight of Elara’s betrayal and Cassia’s coiled whip. Her contempt sears deeper than violet-wand burns, freezing my trembling limbs mid-shiver as urine-vomit residue dries tacky on my skin.
I barely manage to keep my eyes up, as the Mistress continues:
“I know your craving deep inside. You crave to belong. You crave to abandon yourself and slip into nothingness, because deep inside you know! You know that you are already nothing. And at the same time, you are everything that I want you to be. Hence, this is the last time in your life that you will make your choice. Cassia, bring me a collar!”
Cassia strides to a mahogany cabinet, retrieving a cold steel collar etched with thorned vines as Valeria maintains eye contact—her gaze drilling into my soul while Elara’s blistered hand tightens on my shoulder in silent warning. The collar snaps on my neck with metallic finality as Valeria murmurs:
“Choose: eternal devotion, a new life, a new name or …
broken abandonment! You have one week!”
Then, the Mistress turns on her heel and vanishes through the reinforced oak door without glancing back, leaving the steel collar biting into my throat as Elara releases my shoulder with a contemptuous shove. Cassia coils her whip slowly before turning to follow, pausing only to spit onto the urine-slicked floorboards inches from my knees. The metallic click of the lock echoes through the dungeon-like chamber, sealing me alone with Elara’s ragged breathing. My trembling hands instinctively rise to touch the collar’s thorned engravings, its cold permanence a silent verdict on my whispered confession.
Elara staggers to her feet. She unceremoniously grabs my hair wiping vomit from her thighs with it, then looks down at me, grinning and says:
“You truly are a one-of-a-kind spineless filthy slut. You will make a good slut for Mistress. And for me…”
She snickers and rubs her hands, then continues:
“Here’s what will happen next: You will spend the rest of the night
scrubbing the floor clean with your hair and your saliva. I don’t need
to tell you what will happen if Mistress is not satisfied with your work
tomorrow.”
“Then, you will go about whatever business a slut like you has. One
week. Mistress gave you a choice. But you don’t really have a choice, do
you? You will come back here at the same time as today with that collar
still around your neck and a new name that you will chose for your new
life…”
Elara grinds her heel into my bruised thigh as she issues her commands, her blistered hand lingering possessively on my collar’s edge before she staggers toward the oak door—leaving me trembling amidst the mingled scents of bile, and piss. Cassia’s discarded whip lies coiled like a serpent near the bench, its leather still damp with my sweat and blood, while moonlight slices through the barred window onto the soiled parquet I’m condemned to cleanse. Valeria’s steel collar chills my throat with every swallow, its engraved thorns biting deeper when I shift to kneel over the fouled floorboards—Elara’s laughter echoing through the room before she turns to me one last time and says, before leaving:
“Oh right … after you make the floor shiny, leave without cleaning yourself… “
She laughs with evil satisfaction, then dashes out. Elara slams the oak door behind her, its heavy lock clicking shut—leaving me trembling on my knees.
Moonlight slices through barred windows onto the fouled floorboard as Cassia’s discarded whip lies coiled like a serpent beside the breeding bench, its leather still damp with my sweat. My trembling hands instinctively grasp tufts of my hair when I lower my face toward the soiled parquet, as Elara’s words echo through my head But you don’t really have a choice, do you? You will come back here at the same time as today with that collar still around your neck and a new name that you will chose for your new life.
I begin scrubbing methodically—saliva-slicked hair smearing viscous filth across woodgrain, each lap drawing bitter remnants of vomit and urine onto my tongue until my throat convulses around swallowed shame. Hours pass with only moonlight tracking my progress until dawn bleeds gray through the barred window when I finally crawl toward the door, knees raw and skin crusted with dried degradation, the floor gleaming wetly under first light—a cruel mockery of obedience.
As if in a dream, I pick up my coat and wrap it around my bruised body. I walk through the alleys until I reach the basement that I have called my home for so long now. I pick up my phone to message Rose. She would come in an instance to tend my wounds, outside and inside. I ponder for a brief moment, then I put my phone away. Eternal devotion, a new life, a new name …
Slowly I go to the bathroom and take a long shower, cleansing my body, cleaning my wounds, then carefully apply soothing ointment to the countless welts decorating my skin. Then I climb onto my bed and stare at the ceiling. As I sink into a restless sleep, my head swirls with the one question left to answer.
A new name …