Chapter 23
Icouldn’t believe he’d eaten me out. It wasn’t like I was a virgin. But I’d never chosen to let someone eat me out. The guys who wanted to go down on me had been open about having a fat fetish, the others … well it wasn’t really a ‘them’ issue.
It was a ‘me’ thing. I was so worried what they’d think of my thighs, of my pussy, of how I’d taste. It gave me too much anxiety to consider when fucking was easier. But Carter, he hadn’t asked, he just wanted it, went for it, and emptied my head with pleasure itself.
I didn’t understand why he didn’t fuck me. The option had been there, he knew I was clean. Maybe he’d make me earn it or something. After three orgasms, I slept like an angel. Well, an angel held in place with her pussy spread out.
By the time I woke up in the morning, Carter had left already.
My feeder and water tray were filled and I made the most of both.
Towards the middle of the morning, Susan came in and walked to me without hesitation.
She drew my blood, gave the filled vial to the scientist that walked in with her, then she dismissed them.
“What was the blood for? More tests?”
“Yes,” Susan said, simple and short as she freed me from the contraption
“Where are you taking me? To the atrium?”
“No.” Susan shook her head. “This is something a little more special.”
“Special?”
That sounded ominous at best. Susan waited for me to get up, then motioned for me to walk with her. I wondered if I could take her down and flee, but she sighed.
“Don’t try. I know which three bones to break to make it impossible for you to walk and it would take me only three seconds,” Susan said pragmatically.
I had no idea if she was bluffing, but even if she was, I was unlikely to make out on my own.
I decided not to risk it. Susan walked me down to the elevator and I stopped in front of it.
I didn’t want to be taken back down. Carter’s room was much better than the exposed stalls. More private and closer to him.
“I don’t want to go down.”
“Trust me, this is a surprise you don’t want to miss. You won’t be left down there.”
“How can I be sure?”
“You can’t. But if that was my plan, I would tranq you and have the guards carry you.”
“So, I have a choice?”
“Yes, if you’d rather not see the surprise, I’ll escort you back to the contraption.”
I hesitated. Susan seemed serious. I wanted to see what the surprise was. After what Carter had done for me last night, I sort of hoped that it would be another reward, perhaps this was a test.
Susan escorted me to an underground floor, then towards one of the stalls with the familiar restraints.
This one, however, had a strange series of glowing red-hot irons in a corner.
I frowned as she gestured for me to lay down in the familiar set up.
I obeyed. Just after the latches were in place, Susan signaled for a farmhand.
He walked towards me carrying a branding iron.
Horror dawned on my face as I understood what was about to happen.
He placed the tip of the pole in the hole of one of the metal loops that were glowing red-hot.
“Are you …” I trailed off.
“Branding you,” Susan said with a smirk.
“T-that’s my surprise?”
“Don’t you want to be branded? I told you, I won’t do it without your consent,” Susan said.
“Then why am I tied up?”
“So you won’t squirm and hurt yourself. If you want, I’ll escort you back up. You don’t have to do this.”
That was a relief and a shock. I took a deep breath, thinking about all the pain I was about to avoid.
“Of course, I don’t want it. Why would I want that?”
“To show Carter you accept him as your owner,” Susan said, and my heart tightened. “To show him you are willing to endure pain to have his mark on you.”
It shocked me that it was a thing people would do – that Carter would do.
It was more shocking that I was actually thinking about it.
I bit my lip. It was crazy, right? It made no sense.
And, oh boy, I was sure it would hurt. I couldn’t bear the thought of even more pain.
I wasn’t made for it. Just because I had endured a lot of it, it didn’t mean I wanted more.
“Then let me go. I want to go.”
“Sure thing,” Susan said without pause, gesturing to the farmhand. “You can put it away, Dave. I’ll call Mr. Hill and tell him.”
“W-wait,” I called to Susan as she was about to turn away. “Tell him what?”
“Tell you that you refused his brand. Tell him that you do not want to be his.”
“That’s not true!” I protested
“It’s not? Didn’t you just say you didn’t want it?”
“I said I didn’t want the branding. I didn’t say I don’t want to be his!” I caught myself saying before blushing and shaking my head. “Not that I want to be his-”
“Oh, but you do, don’t you? Why are you still playing pretend?” Susan asked, looking at me with her intense, intimidating eyes. “Can’t you be honest about what you want?”
I thought about it for a moment. And the truth was that I never felt like I deserved anything.
Not the bad things that happened to me and none of the good things either.
I deserved nothing. How could I admit to wanting someone so handsome, rich, and unavailable as Carter Hill? Yet, I did. So why was I denying it?
Susan watched and waited. I knew she had me. She knew that I wanted him. I knew it too. It was time to be honest. Not just to myself, but out loud.
“I think I like him, yes,” I admitted.
“Like him?” Susan laughed, cruel and condescending. “Is this grade school? Like him? No… I see it in your eyes. You’re seriously thinking about the brand. Is that the same as liking him?”
“W-what do you want me to say?”
“Say you want the brand. Say you’ll endure the pain if it makes you his. Say you want to belong to him,” Susan prodded.
“I d-don’t want to belong to anyone!” I protested, even though it tasted like a lie.
Susan’s eyes filled with judgment again, and I sighed.
She wasn’t falling for any of my bullshit.
I wasn’t either. This is what I wanted. I wanted it badly.
Not to be branded. No, God, the pain! It was horrible to think about.
But I wanted to be his. I wanted someone gorgeous, as important as Carter, to look at me and call me his.
For him to see something in me worth claiming.
Susan leaned down, hands on her knees, to bring her face level with mine. “So, Tiffany. What do you want?”
“I want to be his. I want him to own me,” I said, slowly, trying not to second guess things.
“Will you accept his mark? Will you endure the pain to have it branded on your skin?” Susan asked.
I swallowed dryly. I hesitated for a moment; it was enough for Susan to add. “Mr. Hill will be really happy if you do. I’m sure of that.”
I couldn’t help it. I asked nervously, “P-promise?”
She held my chin gently and said, “Yes, I do.”
I nodded my head, finally giving permission. She got up and gestured to the farmhand with the hot poker. Dave, had she called him? I felt the heat coming near my ass as he pulled my cheek aside to stretch the skin taut. I braced myself for the inevitable.
“This will sting a little,” Susan said evenly.
“No shi— AHH!”
First, I shouted in startled surprise as the searing settled in.
I felt my skin sizzle and pain rolled through me like a shockwave.
I thrashed violently in the contraption, but I was tied firmly and couldn’t move.
I didn’t ruin the process, but I didn’t stop screaming, not while Dave made sure the burn would scar.
I smelled my flesh burning. It was sickening.
Luckily for me, the pain was too great for me to dwell on the smell.
Even after Dave pulled the poker from my skin, I continued to scream in. The burn sunk deeper and deeper. He sprayed something over the brand and the agony ebbed ever so slightly, letting me breathe, speak without screaming.
“I w-want to see it,” I muttered, hoarse from howling my soul out of my throat. “Can’t you show me with a mirror?”
“No,” she replied.
The deadpan response almost restored my senses. Her hand brushed my neck and she injected me with something. I knew she was sedating me. Again.
“Did you j-just… Drug me?”
“You’ll thank me later. You’ll see the brand later, Tiff. Not right now.”
“Not right now?! When… I.”
My words stumbled upon each other. The drug was fast acting. I didn’t feel pain. I didn’t feel anything below my waist. No, not anything below my neck. I couldn’t feel my face. I couldn’t speak. And soon, all was dark.