Page 18 of Beneath Submission
~Twelve~
When I was shoved into a dark room with only the light of a small window, I wished I was back at the staged hotel room at Mr. Colin’s home. This room was less than desirable. At least the bedding was clean, and the bathroom seemed to be clean as well, even if it was out in the open with no doors for privacy.
I felt like I was in a prison cell. I never thought that Mr. Sakai would be a monster just like Mr. Colin. I thought that the way he stood up to him, that he would be the one person that could get me out of here. As I have learned, never trust anyone. The only person to trust is yourself.
Taking hold of the foot of the bed, I moved it over with a little effort so that it was under the small window. Taking off my heels, I stood on the bed to see if I had enough height to look out the window. If anything, I wanted to see where I was and if maybe, by chance, I could find a way out of here.
Pushing on the window, I tried to open it, but it wouldn’t budge. It was stuck, and I needed something to pry it open with. It wasn’t easy to see anything inside the room, but I knew that there had to be something that I could use. Stepping down from the bed, I took a seat on the edge and tried to think of what I could use. Tapping my foot against the hard floor, I didn’t know how I could have missed it.
Lifting the mattress from the bed, I looked down at the frame. Just as I suspected. The bed was old, and the springs used to support the mattress were built into the frame. Thankfully, most of the wires across the frame were worn and rusted. Searching for one that would be the easiest to break away from the frame, I finally found one near the top and began working it back and forth hoping that it would weaken the metal and soon break off.
I was having no luck and was ready to give up. Taking a break, I sat on the floor and waited to try again in a few minutes. Rubbing my hands together to soothe the soreness, the sound of footsteps coming my way could be heard through the door. Rushing to get the mattress back on the bed and the bed back where it was, I jumped to my feet as quickly as I could.
Sitting on the bed, I acted like I had been up to nothing and waited for whoever was lurking outside the door to enter. When the door opened, the young girl that had served ussakewas on the other side, holding a tray with a rice and chicken dish on it along with a small teapot and cup.
As she entered the room, her eyes never met mine and when I began to speak, she acted like she couldn’t hear me. All I wanted was her help. Taking hold of her arm to get her attention, she looked me straight in the eye and shook her head back and forth. Walking over to the bed, she placed the tray on it and turned toward me.
Bowing her head, she was ready to leave. I knew that I could take her out since she was smaller than me, so I grabbed her by the shoulder, which caused her to face me. She did some sort of karate move, sending me to the floor. Before I could stand to my feet, she was out the door. Looking at the tray, it was just my luck that instead of receiving a fork and knife, which would have been very useful, there was only a set of wooden chopsticks that I had no idea how to use. Picking up the sticks, I put them between my fingers and tried to pick up a piece of chicken. Unsuccessful, I wondered how many people starved before mastering the use of chopsticks. Forgoing the sticks, I scooped my hand under the rice and put it to my mouth, before dropping it in.
When I finished the meal, which I had to admit was pretty tasty, I placed the tray on the floor and resumed freeing the piece of wire from the bed frame. Working it back and forth, I was finally able to break it off. Moving the mattress back onto the frame, I moved the bed closer to the window so I could stand on it in order to reach it.
Scraping the sharp edge of the wire against the side and bottom of the window, the crud that had built up slowly flaked off. I was very hopeful that soon I would be able to open the window and escape through it. Using all the strength I had, I tried lifting the window, but it wouldn’t budge. I couldn’t understand what was going on. I had cleared the area around the window and it should have opened.
There was no way that I was going to give up. The only thing I could do was break the glass and hope I wouldn’t be heard. I looked to the mattress and grabbed the pillow. Removing the pillowcase, I wrapped it around my arm. Using my elbow, I hit the glass as hard as I could. I did this several times, only ending up hurting myself without so much as a crack in the glass.
Falling to the bed, my fate was inevitable. There was no way I was going to make it out of this room. An uncontrollable wave of anger came over me and I began throwing everything I could grab against the door. First was the tray and then the pillow. If I could have lifted the bed, I would have thrown it as well.
The noise that I made alerted whomever was on the other side and the door opened. Mr. Sakai was standing on the other side. I had nothing left to throw, so I came at him. Giving it everything I had, I pushed at his chest, trying desperately to escape. My efforts may have cost me more than I had bargained for. Standing behind him was an Asian man holding a gun and it was pointed directly at me.
Taking a step back, I looked up at Mr. Sakai and asked angrily, “What do you want with me?”
“You need to come with me. If you promise to behave, I will reward you with more desirable living conditions,” he advised.
I wasn’t sure what he was up to or why he would be offering me a better place to stay, but I wasn’t about to argue. Standing to my feet, I grabbed my shoes and followed him out of the room.
As we walked down the hallway, I could hear the sounds of moaning and screaming. I could tell that they were coming from females, but I couldn’t tell from where. They must have been coming from behind the many doors that lined the hallway. I could feel their pain and if I could have, I would have freed them.
Based on the cool temperature and from the view outside the window, I knew I was being held below ground, but instead of climbing a set of stairs, we stopped in front of an elevator. The door opened before we reached it with no one inside. Looking up toward the ceiling, there were several sensors along with cameras. The minute we stepped inside the car, the doors closed, and the elevator began ascending without any of us hitting a button. It was very high tech and I could only wonder what other high-tech equipment secured the large, mansion-like home.
The doors to the elevator opened up to a large room. It was decorated in reds and golds and looked like a theater room except there was no wide-screen TV. Instead, there was a stage dressed with a shimmering gold curtain. The curtain wasn’t what would be expected a theatre. It wasn’t velvet and the fabric was thin and allowed some indication as to what was on the other side.
Mr. Sakai took hold of my arm and guided me to the front row of chairs facing the stage. I had no idea what I was in for and was becoming very nervous as he began speaking to the man that rode with us on the elevator and who also held the gun on me.
Staring straight ahead, I focused on the large dragons that were positioned on either side of the stage. I was pretty sure that some sort of show was going to be taking place. I found it rather odd that Mr. Sakai brought me here until the curtains lifted and a woman bound to a cross came into view. Her mouth was gagged with a gold ball and her feet and hands were held in place with leather cuffs. She was completely naked and seemed to be enjoying what was happening to her. She was Asian, based on the color of her skin. It was very pale and perfectly flawless. She was very beautiful.
Keeping my eyes forward, I waited for something to happen. Mr. Sakai took hold of my hand and said, “I think that you will enjoy the exhibition. You will find that Aiko is very responsive.”
It was then that I realized that the woman bound to the cross was the woman that served us thesake. She looked so different. Pulling my hand away from his, I knew there wasn’t going to be anything about this performance that I was going to enjoy. Lowering my head, the sound of music filled the room, and since I wasn’t willing to look up at what was taking place, I was forced to look at her. Mr. Sakai snapped his fingers and soon I felt strong hands pressed tight against my head, making it impossible for me to move. The grip became tighter when I closed my eyes, and I knew that it was time to give in and open my eyes.
Focusing my attention to the stage, a man dressed in a leather pants, which matched the leather straps that crossed his muscular chest, appeared from the side of the stage. His face was covered, and I had no idea if he was also Asian or a different ethnicity. I hadn’t noticed it before, but to the side of the cross there was a small table with different instruments on it. When the masked man picked up the whip, his movements reminded me Mr. Colin’s clients.
When he snapped it against the wooden floor, I jumped at the loud crack. As hard as he snapped it, I wondered if it was for show or if he would be using it so violently against her. I wanted so badly to close my eyes, but knew that pain would be inflicted on me if I did.
Watching the man on the stage, he walked round the cross as he continued to snap the whip. When he finally stopped behind her, he did something to the cross that allowed it to fall back into a horizontal position. Given the position that she was in, I found it difficult to see what was going to happen to her next. I should have been thankful that I wouldn’t be able to see her being tortured. It only lasted a minute when a screen lowered above her and displayed her lying on the cross from an overhead view.
Taking the whip that he held in his hand, the man began stroking it against her body lightly. He had only used the whip to spark her arousal until he snapped it against her right nipple. I could hear a moan escaped from her mouth, even though the gag was still in place. I thought for sure she was in pain, until she pleaded, “More, master.”
With the snap of the whip, he touched her left nipple, which caused Aiko to arch her back. By the time he finished, her nipples looked like they were on fire. She seemed to be enjoying everything that he had done to her. Placing the whip back on the small table, he picked up another item, which appeared to be a large wand. It was long with a ball on the tip. When he twisted the bottom of the wand a vibration could be heard. At first it was only a hum and then it became a loud buzzing.
Walking between her parted legs, he placed the vibrating wand between her legs and pressed it against her clit. Her body began to squirm, and he immediately slapped her on the leg, which caused to her to hold still. Unhooking one of the straps that was crossed over his chest, he used it to secure the vibrator in place.
Moving away from her once again, he went to the table and grabbed another item. I knew exactly what it was, only because it had been used on me many times. Testing the clamps, he sauntered over to her and sucked on each nipple, lapping and kissing them with care before securing the clamps on the hard buds. Her back rose from the cross, giving in to the pressure being applied to her reddened peaks.
She was receiving stimulation from every sensitive part of her being. Her head was swaying from side to side as she tried to escape the pain mixed with the overload of pleasure she was receiving. It was only after he adjusted the vibrator and dipped it inside her channel that she moaned frantically before her body went limp. I could see the aftermath of her release spill from her body as her juices ran between her cheeks, landing on the floor beneath her. I didn’t know if she would wake up, but the curtains began to close, ending the performance.
I was amazed that she was able to take so much. As degrading as it was, the performance had left a tingling sensation between my legs. The minute Mr. Sakai snaked his hand up my thigh and under my dress, he was also aware of my arousal.
With a smile of satisfaction, he said arrogantly, “Soon it will be your turn.”
