Chapter 16
Kitlyn
I'm glad he stopped pawing at me. For a minute, I almost lost my temper, but I collected myself. I just made the deal with him about an hour ago and was already having difficulty keeping myself in check.
I know he can't wait to use something other than his hand on my ass. I can’t believe I have a fucking tracker in my arm, either. The bastard was true to his word, that’s for sure!
He is out of his mind. I have to get out of here before we set out for the mysterious island. I am not one to take orders too well from anyone.
I dismissed the thoughts from my mind for the time being. I was more concerned about the deal I made. I need to work extra hard on my mouth and temper, so I don’t lose Tuna and the ability to sit on my ass for a week!
Like I told him, I love that cat as if he were my child. Most parents would do anything for their kids. I’ll do the same for my Tuna boy. Besides, I don’t have anyone else except my stalker for company. At least I can cuddle my cat and enjoy it. There is no pleasure left in my life now.
I am stuck in a pretty fucked up situation. He has total power over my very existence. If I choose a quick spanking instead of being degraded again, I only hope I can endure the pain. Just thinking about it makes me sick to my stomach. Imagine yesterday afternoon my life was normal and great.
I was free to do as I pleased, and now? What a fucked-up mess!! He returned to take me to the bathroom.
He lifted me into his arms, making me feel like a small child.
I felt embarrassed having him hold me without a stitch of clothes on.
My ass isn’t that sore, but I guess I am going to have to choose humiliation instead of pain for my punishment.
I don't want to experience another spanking, or, God forbid, a whipping.
God, I hate being humiliated. Sometimes, dying would be a better choice. Once I get up enough courage, I will most likely take the spankings for the last two fucked-up punishments I owe him.
I think I can handle it. I used to deal with my mother beating me up constantly, and I ended up cutting myself for at least a year.
That pain was a release from my shitty life at the time.
I don’t think my stalker is interested in beating me to a pulp.
I think he is more interested in just making my bottom red, and for some super fucked up reason, he gets off on inflicting pain and tears.
What a sick pervert.
I only pray that he told me the truth when he said he wouldn’t make me bleed. He lowered me into the tub, kneeling on his knees while he washed me.
I was still tired from the drug he had injected me with earlier, but I must admit, I enjoyed it when he bathed me. He reached down towards my sex with the washcloth.
“Open Kitten. I want you squeaky clean, especially down there.” My face blushed at his comment, but I obeyed without a fuss. After all, I promised him total obedience, didn’t I? He washed my sex so thoroughly that I was sure it would sparkle like a diamond.
I think he enjoys touching me between the clefts of my pussy. He scraped the cloth over my clit twice, making me flinch as he grazed over the sensitive nerves. He laughed when I almost jumped out of my skin.
“Oh, Kotyonok, I am sorry. I didn’t mean to make you buck like that. I must have hit your little button."
I kept my temper under control.
"Hmm, I am sure you are genuinely sorry."
He laughed.
"Roll on your side so I can get at your bottom.”
Think about Tuna, Kit. Do as he says. Don’t let him win.
I rolled over to my side as he soaped up the cloth and inserted it between my cheeks, washing me just as thoroughly as he did my sex. This wasn't very pleasant, but I had to be good, or he would find Tuna a home.
He finally pulled the cloth away from my ass. I was thankful that he was done with the most embarrassing parts of my bath. “Okay, lean back so I can wash your hair.”
Now, I don’t mind this. There was something so relaxing about having my hair washed by this good-looking psychopath. He was handsome, but he was also insane.
Once he had finished bathing me, he stood me up, wrapped me in a huge towel, and carried me back to the bed. After my bath, he always laid out another towel on the mattress. He laid me down on my back and dried me off like I was a small toddler. I guess this is one of his fetishes — bathing me.
He most likely enjoys it because I am naked, and he also gets to touch me anywhere he wants to. Not that he can't touch me or take me anytime he wants to. I'm not strong enough to kick his ass.
"Open those legs up, Kotyonok. I need to dry that pussy off. I don't want you to get a rash."
Ugh, so degrading.
I obeyed him without saying a word. He gently dried my inner thighs and my sex, fluffing the thin landing strip that covered my mound. I could hear his labored breathing. The pig was aroused. I turned my head, embarrassed.
It's only going to be a matter of time before he violates my body. I’ve never been with a man whose penis was that big. I am a small person.
I wasn’t sure if it would even fit inside me. I’ve only had sex a handful of times. Whether or not he believed me doesn’t matter. I know how many guys I’ve slept with. Three, to be exact. A boyfriend I was with for two weeks, another guy I met at the club, and John, my would-be rapist.
That’s it. I never had a long-term relationship.
I wasn’t interested in anyone. Having finished primping between my legs, he grabbed a little green summer frock from the closet.
He likes it because it brings out the color in my eyes, so he says.
He dressed me again, like I was a small child who couldn’t fend for herself.
I just chalked it up to him being weird.
He brushed my hair out and put it in a ponytail, letting it dry naturally.
I wonder if he was a hairdresser before he started killing people.
When he gave me the handheld mirror to see what a great job he did, I had to admit to myself that the ponytail was perfect. He did better than I ever could have.
As promised, he didn't allow me to wear underwear. He pulled a chair over to the edge of the bed and sat in front of me. “Lift your feet onto my lap. I want to get them wrapped up." I did as I was told. He caressed them gently before applying the ointment and gauze.
I always enjoyed having my feet rubbed and tickled. When I was a kid, one of my childhood friends and I tickled each other's feet when we sat on opposite ends of the couch.
I had all but forgotten about that until he started caressing my heels and arches with his fingertips, sending chills down my spine. He massaged them lightly, almost putting me into a damn trance.
This wasn't that bad. I'm not happy that I am enjoying my stalker's touch. I think I’m losing my mind now. Once he finished rubbing my heels and toes, he leaned towards me with an evil smirk on his lips. I knew my time of reckoning had come. I owed him a punishment.
“So, Kitten. You are all wrapped up, shiny, and new. I need you to lie on your stomach so I can apply some cream to your bottom. Then, I believe there is the matter of your penance. Which did you pick? Pain or humiliation?”
I could feel my heart thud loudly in my chest as I lay on my stomach. I knew this was coming, but until I had to submit to his discipline, I just pushed it out of my mind. I kept myself in denial until it was showtime.
I took a deep breath to steady my nerves. Hopefully, it won’t take too long. I wasn’t sure if the welts were gone or not. I glanced behind me.
"While you’re having the time of your life back there, how does my bottom look?”
He sounded amused as he applied the soothing ointment.
“I’ll be having the time of my life when I fuck that smart mouth of yours, Kitty."
I couldn’t believe how far I pushed my luck.
His voice took on a more serious tone.
"The welts are almost completely faded, like I knew they would be. As much as you would like to think I left scars, I didn’t. I know I spanked you hard, but I held back a lot of my strength. If I had let loose on those perfectly round cheeks, you would not have been able to sit for a week."
He threw a wicked grin my way.
" So, what's it going to be, Kitty? Pain or humiliation?”
I bit the inside of my cheek as I sat up on the bed, looking my stalker in the eye.
“Will my butt bleed if I choose the pain?”
He leaned in and stroked my hair gently. I couldn’t believe I was sitting here with a madman who was sharing a tender moment with me right now, and in about five minutes, he would either be beating my ass with his hand, a whip, or humiliating me to tears.
It was mind-blowing.
“Well, hon, your bottom looks pretty good right now, so another spanking won't break your skin. Your welts are all but gone.” I cleared my throat again, feeling nervous. The palms of my hands began to sweat.
“W-will you use your hand again?”
He continued stroking my hair while smiling at me.
"Well, now that is none of your business, Kitty. You don’t need to know anything before it happens.
What good would the punishment do? I gave you the choice, though.
If you don’t want to feel any physical pain, we can go with humiliation.
Now, let’s get to it. I have wasted enough time dawdling. What’s it going to be?”
I fidgeted on the bed, wringing my hands in my lap. As much as I hate being humiliated, I also hate being spanked.
I didn't know if he would use a whip, cane, or flogger on me. Do I feel like not being able to sit and stand? Nah, I think I'll pass. Humiliation was my choice. I could feel my ears burning from embarrassment. I don’t know what I am embarrassed about yet, but I know he wouldn’t go easy on me. This is how he gets his kicks.
He shrugged.
“Okay, have it your way. Humiliation is. I will ask you to remove your dress. I will punish you while you are naked.