Chapter 11
My cheeks burned at the awareness that everything we did would be captured on video, the watchers would even possibly show the footage to the higher-ups who controlled the Skulls. But all I could do was cling to the fact that, in our twisted arrangement, I still held some sliver of agency. As in, I didn’t think Anubis would seriously hurt me.
Quietly, Anubis braced one knee on the cot, positioning me across his lap so the camera would capture the angle they demanded. My breath fluttered.
“What are you doing?”
“Punishing you,” he said simply.
I peered at the drab wall. This moment felt surreal, some sick performance, yet dangerously intimate.
Smack.
The first swat on my naked bottom was light, almost a test. Yet, I startled at the sudden impact, inhaling sharply. The camera lens, the watchers, the entire threat overshadowed us, but in that instant, it felt like the world narrowed to his hand on my body, and the roiling wave of sensation sparking my nerves.
The next strike was firmer, delivering a sharp sting. My cheeks warmed. Not just my ass cheeks. From part embarrassment, part nerves, and part that confusing swirl of yes, longing . I closed my eyes, shutting out the blinking red recording light overhead.
Smack… smack… Each swat carried a building rhythm, not purely painful but definitely pushing it. I swallowed a moan, mindful that everything was being recorded. The watchers would be analyzing my reactions. I refused to appear broken or helpless.
A trembling whimper escaped my lips despite my resolve. In response, Anubis’ free hand slid up my spine in a comforting stroke, silently grounding me. The mild burn blooming on my rear pulsed in time with my racing heartbeat.
The watchers wanted a show, but I refused to give them any real sign of fear. With each measured smack, I bit my lip to stay composed. Anubis’ free hand rested on my shoulder, reminding me we were together in this mess.
In any other context, maybe this moment could’ve been a private exploration of trust. Instead, it felt like a performance for an invisible audience, a currency in the watchers’ cruel game. Regardless, his hand moved to a more private part. The game was just starting to get interesting.
“Nubia, this is going to hurt,” he explained before he made his next move.
I gritted my teeth at the warning, focusing on the throbbing in my backside that had turned into a dull ache. I didn't know what was coming next, but I braced myself as Anubis moved position.
I felt a rush but also fear whenever he touched me. This wasn't supposed to be happening, not like this. We were supposed to be allies against the Skulls, not... this. But there was something undeniably thrilling about it too, a danger that made my heart race and my skin tingle.
I couldn't help but flinch as his fingers explored my folds, spreading me for the camera. The thought was overwhelming, and I felt more than exposed, like he was probing deep into my soul as well as my body.
The camera continued to record our every move, capturing this intimate moment that should have been private. And then I felt it, the cold metal graze my skin before it clamped down on my clit. A fucking clamp, pinching the sensitive bud tight. I howled out.
“I told you it would hurt, but only for a bit.” Anubis moved to go after my nipples with the same kind of clamps on chains.
With my free hand, I tried to shoo him away before reaching down. He caught my wrist easily and quickly steered it to the other ring on the cuff, completely immobilizing me as I cussed and spit.
“I told you that you would hate me,” he said as he wrestled me to submission, placing a clamp on one of my nipples.
“Fuck,” I cried out, no longer to keep my cool for the watchers.
Anubis then told me what he planned to do to me, all on camera, maybe for the camera. “First, I plan to secure you.” He tugged on the chains. “Then I will use these clips to attach you to the bed. You will be helpless, exposed and vulnerable," he added, a devilish smile playing on his lips.
As he spoke, I struggled against the chains, but to no avail. I couldn't believe this was happening. I felt violated and terrified all at once, but there was also an undeniable stream of dark desire coursing through my veins. I was in a battle for control, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to win or lose.
Anubis secured me to the bed, my body taut and exposed for his pleasure, and for the pleasure of the watchers. He leaned in close to my ear, his breath warm against my skin as he whispered, "This is only the beginning."
I shuddered at his words and the anticipation of what lay ahead.
With too steady hands, Anubis fastened more chains to other parts of my body, securing me to the cot like a living puppet. I attempted to ignore the degrading image it presented for the camera, as I was helplessly exposed and at his mercy.
As I wondered what was next, he pulled out a vibrator and began to rub it against my wet pussy, teasing me with the promise of pleasure, but also the threat of pain. If I moved an inch, the chains painfully tugged on the clamps on my nipples and clit.
Anubis leaned in close, his breath brushing against my ear as he whispered, "This is just the beginning, Nubia. You haven't even seen the half of it yet."
I closed my eyes, trying to find some semblance of control in this situation. The throbbing between my legs was intense, and I knew that if Anubis entered me with that vibrator, I would lose myself completely. My body would jerk. The watchers would be thrilled with that outcome, but I couldn't let them win.
Then he did the unthinkable.
He pulled a pair of scissors from nowhere, the blades sharp and menacing. "This is for us," he said, his eyes dark with lust and control.
What was he going to do with those scissors? Fear coursed through me, but also a strange sense of excitement. This wasn’t just dangerously intimate, it was dangerous, yet I couldn't deny that part of me wanted to know what would happen next.
Anubis’ hand shook slightly as he held the scissors poised above me. He met my gaze, his expression a mix of desire and caution. "Don’t move an inch. I don’t want to slice a vein."
The threat was enough to make me freeze in place, my mind racing as I tried to figure out what he was planning. Then with precision, he brought the scissors down on my left breast. Holding my breath, I froze as he sliced a delicate cut, causing a trickle of blood to appear.
My eyes widened in shock and pain, but the thrill was undeniable. Anubis had crossed a line, and I knew that if we made it out of this alive, there would be no turning back. The watchers would have footage of me, bleeding and vulnerable, a proof of the power they held over us both.
But then, the dildo he wielded entered me as he threatened to use the scissors on my other breast, the pain blending with pleasure, I couldn't deny that there was also a sense of submission that was almost... satisfying. I was at his mercy and in his control, and he was using every part of me to his advantage.
"Please," I whispered as he manipulated the scissors lightly on my skin and vibrator in tandem. "Please..."
He looked down at me with a mixture of lust and… disgust, his face wet with sweat and a sheen of lust. "Please what, Nubia?" he asked, his voice a low growl.
I couldn't speak the words, but my body spoke for me. My hips bucked against the vibrator, each thrust a plea for release. My nipples strained against the clamps, begging for relief. And my eyes, they begged him to take control.
Anubis smirked, his eyes dark with satisfaction. He knew exactly what I wanted, and he had the power to give it to me. With one hand, he held the scissors poised above my chest, ready to strike at any moment, slice me again. With the other, he controlled the dildo, driving me closer and closer to the edge.
"Tell me what you want, little mouse," he demanded, his voice a rough rumble that sent shivers down my spine. "Tell me and I will give it to you."
I was all mixed up and couldn't decide what to do. I wanted to resist, to deny him what he wanted, but the satisfaction he was giving me was too powerful to ignore. I needed him to stop, but I also didn't want him to.
Finally, I found the courage to speak the words that would both satisfy and infuriate him. "I want you to hurt me," I whispered hoarsely. "I want you to take everything from me, and then take some more."
Anubis' eyes widened in surprise, his face twisting into a mixture of confusion and anger. "Are you sure about that?" he asked.
I nodded, my eyes never leaving his. "Yes," I said firmly. “I’m your casket, remember.”
"Good girl. You need this, Nubia. You need me to take control and show you just how powerless you are."
It was a dangerous game we were playing, but the thrill of it all was too intoxicating to resist. I bit my lip, my eyes locked with his as I struggled for control. The watchers be damned, this was our moment, our private exploration of trust and dominance.
"You want me to use these scissors on you," he said. "You want me to cut you, make you bleed for me." Anubis’ eyes narrowed, but the smirk never left his face. He knew what I wanted, and he was more than willing to give it to me. He pressed the scissors into my other breast, cutting a perfect slice in the delicate tissue. I yelled his name, a mix of agony and bliss shooting through me.
He didn't stop there, though. Anubis bent to lap the blood. Rising up, he licked his lips before slicing himself across his chest. The vibrator disappeared, replaced with his hardened length. I cried out as he thrust into me, his movements frantic and desperate.
"I need this, too," he growled, his eyes burning with a hunger that was almost all-consuming. "I need to feel you, to be inside you, to know that I am the one who is controlling you."
The thought sent a shock of electricity through me. It was true. I did need him, too. With all the craziness that had happened, the Skulls, the grave, my friend’s death, he was the one thing that was keeping me tethered to reality, and I knew that without him, I would be lost.
I was shocked when he entered me, it was too much. I had never felt this vulnerable or liberated before. I moaned his name, powerless against the unstoppable force that was tearing through me.
His hand scooped the blood trickling from his chest and his fingers came to my mouth. He stuck two bloody fingers between my teeth. Eagerly, I sucked the metallic tasting fluid as Anubis’ strokes became more aggressive, his movements sloppy and wild.
Finally, I could take it no longer. My body arched into his, my cries filling the room as all the clamp’s pressure renewed. In the end, the pain sent me over the edge. I climaxed beneath him.
Anubis groaned my name, his pace quickening until he too reached the pinnacle of pleasure.
He slammed into me one last time, his thrusts becoming even more wild. My cries echoed through the room, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the air as he reached his peak. His eyes met mine, his a dark expression a mix of lust and dominance that left me breathless.
"I've taken everything from you," he growled. "And I'll take more. Remember that."
His words sent a shiver down my spine, the thrill of it all too intense to ignore. The watchers be damned. Anubis collapsed on top of me, his breathing ragged as he tried to catch his breath. His body trembled against mine, the aftershocks of our passion still coursing through him.
Just when I thought he would unchain me, he said, “I’m not finished with you, little mouse.”
“What’s with the new name? Little mouse? What happened to Nubia?”
“I guess you’re both. Shy and timid, cute, how I’ve always seen you, and also Nubia. What you will be Nubia by my side at the end of this when we end back in the grave together. If we do.”
“So, time to get the keys to these cuffs,” I started.
“No, we’re not done,” he said again, bluntly.
“But I really need to pee,” I complained. “I’ve been here for hours.”
“You’ll be here all weekend. I can’t unshackle you. I have my orders,” he said. “I’ll get you a bedpan. And when you’re hungry, if you’ve been a good girl, I’ll feed you, and not just my cock, but for now, you’re my prisoner. You’re mine to play with. My little mouse. This is all part of the initiation, Nubia. Like the grave, but that allowed us some privacy. We have no privacy here. The Skulls are always watching us, and we have to be willing to do anything.”
The most humiliating part was having to pee in front of him, but at least he looked away once he got the bed pan in place. And he grabbed a wet towel and cleaned me up, down below that is. My breasts were still covered in our blood. I was in for another surprise. Anubis pulled out a glass butt plug that looked like it was a bunch of connected beads.
“I’ve got some errands to run but I’ll return soon,” he said before he positioned it at my backdoor. “What?” He bent down, his mouth hovering above the clamp on my clit. He finally removed it. Blood rushed to my nub creating the most frustrating sensation. He blew cool air on it as he wiggled the butt plug. His tongue stuck out and he lick my clit as he inserted the plug hard.
I gasped, my body tensing at the unexpected sensation. "Wait," I whispered, my heart pounding in my chest. "What are you doing?"
Anubis smirked, his eyes dark with desire. "I'm preparing you for whatever comes next, Nubia," he said, the deep timbre of his voice vibrating in my chest and raising goosebumps on my skin. "You never know what's going to happen around here, and I want to make sure you're always ready."
He pushed the plug in further. The cool, heavy sensation was strange, yet stimulating, sending waves of desire and expectation coursing through me.
"I'll be back soon," he murmured against my skin, his voice deep and turbulent. "And when I do, I'll take you even further than before. You'll beg for more."
With those words, he pulled away from me, leaving me exposed and vulnerable in my chains. But the thought of what was to come kept me shuddering with anticipation as I watched him dress. “I’m just supposed to lay here?”
“Yes, if you can keep still.”
As Anubis left the room, I could hear the sound of his footsteps echoing in the hall.
The minutes ticked by, and I found myself growing more and more anxious with each passing second. I was freaking out about what might happen next, totally overwhelmed by everything under the Skulls' watchful eyes. My body ached from the pain and pleasure.
Finally, after at least an hour, the door creaked open once again, and I tensed, waiting for Anubis to re-enter the room. That’s when things truly got dark and wild as he had a box full of surprises.
He gagged my mouth first, before blind folding me. He pulled out the butt plug ever so slowly, and I almost got off right then.
“Since you can’t see, little mouse, I will let you know, I’ve got another dildo, but this one is shocking, literally.” He shoved the hardness inside my cootchie. Small, it seemed to disappear like a tampon. “I’m going to undo your clamps, one of your wrists, and you’ll follow my directions to the letter or you get zapped, got it?”
My mouth was full, so I didn’t get anything. Then he zapped me.
Shit.