Chapter 40
Atlas
The kid was still shaking. His breath caught in his throat as he swallowed hard.
"W-what the fuck does that even mean? How am I going to be a girl for you?" I swept my hand toward Jacob, smiling.
I looked forward to getting revenge for my girl.
"This is J, and he will use you for as long as he wishes."
Jacob laughed. "Yeah, and you better please me or there will be hell to pay. It doesn't matter to me if you have a pussy or not. As long as you have a tight, warm hole that is readily available for my cock, I'm game."
J howled, a deep belly laugh escaping from his lips.
"I am going to name you Sissy Boy for tonight."
The kids' eyes almost fell out of his head.
"You are sick! Y-you're going to rape me? Please, I did nothing to her!!!! What the fuck! Let me go!!"
He struggled again, trying to pull his wrists free. It was useless. There’s no escape. I stood behind him, taking in his pale skin, then brought the whip down on his ass with little force. I teased him with a hint of what was coming.
He jumped forward, trying to twist away from the sting of the lashes. "Ahhh," he moaned. “Please don't do this!"
I could see a small welt forming on his chalky cheek. I was undeterred by his screams. I switched to the cane and brought it down on his ass, adding another mark.
"Ahhhhh! Please, p-please. I am sorry. I am so sorry!"
He sobbed while thrashing against the chain. I came to stand in front of him again. He cried like a fucking girl, his face contorted in pain.
My pet did a better job when I used the strap on her than this little sissy is doing right now.
I only whacked him twice, and we were only beginning. My voice was steady and stern.
"You better toughen up, Sissy Boy. This is nothing compared to what you will receive throughout the night. You fucked with what is mine, and now you’ll pay the price for it."
The kid started sobbing and trembling so hard that his knees buckled. Luckily, the chain held him up, and he didn't collapse on my floor. These floors were expensive. I didn't need him pissing or shitting on them.
I went to the closet, grabbed some blue chucks, and threw them down before him.
"Lift your feet so I can place this underneath you. I don't want any blood or other body fluids on my fucking expensive hardwoods." The kid gave me a pleading look."I-I'll do anything you want me to, but please don't beat me to death."
He lifted his shaky legs one at a time, steadying himself against the chain. I placed a layer of blue pads underneath him to catch stray body fluids or blood splatter.
Jacob snickered from his chair across the room.
"You'll do anything, huh? That's great because I am going to fuck you hard.
You're going to suck my cock as well, and if you even think of biting me or scraping your teeth on my dick, I will shred your ass apart.
You got that?" The kid's face turned red as he cried and pleaded with us not to hurt him, but I felt nothing.
He will never try to violate another woman again. Yea, I took Kitten. I held her against her will, but I always stopped when it was too much for her. I did not rape her. I talked her through each scene and kept her calm.
I may have humiliated her a couple of times, but she enjoyed that too, although she would never admit it. What I did was fucked up, but I let her go.
This issue with Johnny was much different. He had no right to touch her, as far as I am concerned. She screamed for him to stop; she struggled against him, pushing him off her, and yet he didn't comply until she drew the gun.
What he was about to endure, he deserved. I circled him like a tiger, ready to sink its teeth into its prey. He was still crying, and I still didn't give a fucking shit. I stood behind him and struck his buttocks with the whip.
"I want you to tell me you are sorry every time I whack your pathetic ass."
Whack. Whack. Whack.
I struck him three times in succession…hard.
His skin turned a bright crimson shade, leaving one-inch-thick stripes where the whip landed. His shrieks were loud music to my ears, but luckily, this room was also soundproof, like Kittens.
"I-I'm sorry.”
Screaming in between.
“God, I am sorry! I'm so sorry!"
I delivered five more lashes until I drew blood. When I finished, he hung limp against the chains, coughing and sobbing while the snot ran down his lips and chin.
I looked down at the chucks on the floor. He pissed himself. Just as I thought he would. Good thing I covered the floor when I did. I could kill him without an ounce of remorse, but I promised Kitlyn I wouldn't.
Jacob stood from his chair when the last blow landed. The bulge in his pants was quite evident. This would not be the first time I witnessed him fucking one of our victims. I usually threw him their sorry asses before killing them if that was part of our assignment.
Sometimes, I would get explicit instructions to make them suffer, and they did. Jacob is just as sadistic as I am, but I never dipped my cock in any of our targets. I wasn’t interested in men, so I always allowed him that pleasure. While the kid sobbed, I turned my attention toward my partner.
"We won't kill him. He is yours for the rest of the night. You can clean him up, and then he will belong to you. Because this is a revenge thing, I will watch the cameras from the computer."
Jacob looked like he was salivating at the lips. He is a sadistic motherfucker.
I smiled wickedly.
"Give him what he deserves. Use him and abuse him well. I want to see his punishment enforced."
Jacob walked over to the weak kid and assessed the damage. "He isn't bleeding that bad. I have seen your handy work, A. This is pretty mild."
I looked at him, smirking.
“I think what you’re about to do will seal the deal. Do you need a condom, or did you check his health background?"
He grinned from ear to ear.
"I checked his health status earlier this morning. I had an inkling I'd be fucking him tonight. He is clean, so no condom is needed. You know I like to go in naturally when I can." The evil glint in his eyes told me he really enjoyed his job. I laughed, patting him on the back.
"Good. He is all yours then. Do what you want, but don't kill him. He has a little guardian angel who requested that I spare his life."
I left the room and took another shower. Although he didn't bleed heavily, I wasn't sure if any of the fluid splattered on me, and I took no chances with that vile shit. It was always best to shower after whipping or killing someone.
It doesn't matter which tactic was chosen; their blood spilled the same way. After I dried off and dressed for the second time tonight, I headed to my office and viewed the cameras. I pulled up the room where Jacob was administering his discipline and Kittens' house.
I know I shouldn't be watching her, but I needed to make sure she was settled and safe. She was sitting at the kitchen table with Becca.
Her friend was not my favorite person in the world, but I had no say in Kit's life anymore, so I had to deal with it. They were eating Chinese food while laughing and crying. Becca couldn't believe Kit was still alive. She repeated it multiple times, sounding like a broken record.
They chatted about her ordeal, but not in great depth. Kitlyn said her kidnapper wasn’t half bad and let her go. I smirked after I heard that little snippet of the conversation. I wondered if she meant it. She was following my instructions, disclosing very little about her ordeal.
Such a good girl. My good girl.
She showed Becca her wrist, where the tracking device was implanted. I checked my phone and clicked on the GPS app. She hadn't removed the one in her arm, but the one in her neck remained a secret, or she would have mentioned it to her friend. I was relieved she didn't find out about its existence.
I want to monitor her to prevent what occurred between John and myself from happening again. A stalker and a would-be rapist all in one night. Talk about shit luck! It seems like calamity follows her around.
If given the chance, many men out there would hurt her badly.
At least I knew I would not severely hurt her, so even though it was wrong, she was never in any real danger with me.
I am honest, but inserting the tracker in her neck was smart.
My mind won't rest knowing she is out there without at least some protection from the world's creeps.
I was satisfied that Kitlyn had reconnected with her friend again.
Although I wouldn't allow her to hang around with Becca because I think she is a bad influence on my pet, I freed her to make her own choices, whether or not I approved.
I turned my attention to the camera in my room. Jacob cleaned up the boy's bleeding bottom and removed the chucks from underneath him. Jacob put three new ones in their place.
I knew the scumbag was in for it now. Jacob was a twisted sadist like me. He will not go easy on the kid. I have the doctor on standby for patch-up duty if needed. I'll watch the video to make sure his punishment fits the crime.
I want revenge for my pet and need to see it with my own eyes. I was sparing his life, so he needed to be taught a lesson he would never forget, and turning him into a girl for the night was the perfect punishment.
When his ordeal is over, he will fully understand what it's like to be a sexually assaulted woman. An eye for an eye is what I say. Jacob only screws men when he is on an assignment. I never got into an in-depth discussion regarding his sexual orientation, but I think he enjoys the depravity and is interested only in women otherwise. He’s had multiple girlfriends, so that is my assumption.
I texted my brother Joey earlier and told him not to go to the house; I would be engaging in something he wouldn't appreciate. He didn't have the stomach for the torture I inflicted on my victims, so he didn't question me or argue the point.
He was having too much fun with his new fling, anyway. I always shielded him from the gruesome parts of the job.