Scarlet's Toy

Chapter 4

Cloud lay there, dreading what was to come. 'How much more can she do? Do I even want to know?' He felt her moving around on the bed and the slight shift of the mattress as she got up. She started to hum again and he remembered she had done that before she had taken the leather strap to him. His eyes snapped open to see her staring down at him with a wicked smile.

"You just don't want to keep those eyes open for me," she said, removing the strap-on as she spoke. "Well, if you want to be in the dark, I can help you." She tossed the strap-on aside and rummaged in the wardrobe, taking out a red blindfold.

"Wait..."

"Too late for that," she sneered, getting on the bed. "Lift your head."

"But.."

"Do it now!" Having no choice, he did as she said. She tied it tightly in place, leaving him, as she'd said, in the dark. Not being able to see what she was going to do was almost worse than everything else she had done so far. He felt her move off the bed again and he tried hear what she was doing. He strained, but it was deathly quiet, to the point where he thought she had left him alone in the room. His body involuntarily jumped when he felt her touch him with a soft cloth, cleaning the spent seed off his stomach.

"So jumpy..... and such a dirty boy," she purred and chuckled huskily as she wiped him.

"What are you going to do, Mistress?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" She was done cleaning him and moved away again. The quiet stretched and he was getting increasingly nervous, flinching every time he heard the slightest sound. The unknown dragged on and he heard her laugh softly in amusement. Unable to help himself, he tried to pull his wrists free from the leather cuffs that held him, but to no avail. He strained against the bonds until he had no strength left, breathing hard and sweating from his efforts.

"Don't stop, Cloud. I love watching your muscles work to get free. Hmmmmmm, maybe I should tie your legs down as well?"

"No!"

"I'm in control. Remember that!" He felt a hot stinging pain on his chest and ground his teeth with a low hiss.

"What are you doing?!"

"That's candle wax you're feeling." He felt another hot splatter, holding back a curse. "Don't keep it all inside, Cloud. Let me hear your pain." More hot pain flared and with a feeling of dread Cloud realized the pain was traveling further down his exposed body.

"What are you going to do?!" he hissed between clenched teeth.

"Is that all you can say, my toy?"

"Shit!" he shouted when he felt a drop of the hot wax come dangerously close to his groin.

"What's the matter? Would you rather feel something else?" she teased, taking pleasure in the way he struggled not to answer. "Perhaps you'd like to feel my mouth again instead?"

"Fucking bitch!" he yelled, kicking out with one of his, thankfully free, legs. He didn't connect, but she shocked him regardless. He screamed, writhing against his bonds once again. She let up and he heard her laughing merrily.

"You have such fire," she said, her voice filled with lust. "I have half a mind to keep you." Cloud felt sick with her words, not wanting to imagine what life would be like as her plaything, but the images hit him nonetheless.

"I'd rather die."

"Don't be so morbid."

"Don't be so fucking twisted!"

"You're lucky I'm enjoying your little bit of bravery, otherwise I would have gotten the guards to take your women by now." This gave Cloud pause and he quickly shut his mouth. He hadn't forgotten Tifa and Aeris, but this sick woman's continuous torture and teasing had gotten to him.

"I'm yours, so do what you want, Mistress," he said with compliance. He relaxed his body and waited for what she would do, be it more pain or pleasure, it didn't matter anymore. She opted for the latter as she got on the bed and started to stroke him to arousal.

"I've never had a toy like you before."

"Is that good or bad, Mistress?" he moaned when she licked his cock head.

"Very good," she breathed. He felt her deep throat his cock and he shuddered with the pleasure, his breath coming out shaky and harsh. She worked him to the point of going over the edge and she stopped, enjoying his disappointed moan. 'The game starts again,' he thought. She crawled up and removed his blindfold, throwing it to the floor.

"They're too beautiful to stay covered any longer. Besides, I want to see them while you eat me out." He didn't have time to respond as she moved up over him and managed to press herself close to his mouth. It wasn't the most comfortable position, having his arms tied up and her thighs in between them and his head, but he would have to manage to do what she wanted. She was looking down at him and when he didn't get to work fast enough for her taste, she grabbed his hair and pushed his mouth against her wet arousal.

He worked his tongue against her, sucking hard on her clit to get her to come fast. He didn't want to be in this uncomfortable position forever. It was worst when she started to rock against him, but he sucked on her harder, making sure he looked her square in the eyes. She was panting with desire, looking down at him hungrily as she gyrated against him.

"You're so good," she moaned as she worked her hips faster. 'Come already,' his mind screamed. He was getting lightheaded with the lack of oxygen that he was breathing hard through his nose to get. The warm gush entered his mouth and he swallowed, hearing her scream his name above him. She released her hold on his hair and his head fell back as he tried to catch his breath. He was grateful when she finally moved off him, giving him much needed air.

"You seem winded, my toy. Are you going to be alright?"

"Yes," he panted, then swallowed heavily, trying to get her taste out of his mouth. He loved the taste of a woman, but having to experience her essence made him want to be sick.

"I'm so pleased with your performance that I'm going to let you loose from the cuffs." He kept his expression unreadable, not showing the relief he felt to be set free. 'But how free is she going to allow me to be?' He rubbed his bruised and bleeding wrists as she watched. He could still feel her on his lips and he wiped his mouth with what he hoped looked like indifference. Inside he felt nothing but disgust and hate for this evil woman. He didn't bother asking if she was through with him, he knew she wasn't.

"What's next, Mistress?" he asked instead.

"I'm so glad you asked. It's a simple thing this time, my toy." She lay next to him and spread her legs invitingly. "Fuck me." He nodded with unfeeling acceptance and moved between her spread legs. She grabbed his semi-hard cock, teasing the shaft until he was fully erect and pulled him forward when he was ready. "I like it rough," she smiled, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist.

"Yes, Mistress," he said and roughly entered her. She was tight and hot, making him feel pleasure that he didn't want again from this wicked bitch. She raked her nail down his abused back and he cursed her, growling with the pain.

"There's that fire again," she panted, rolling her hips beneath him. "Fuck me harder!" He did, hating her more with every wild thrust. She pulled him down and pushed her tongue into his mouth, rolling it around his wildly. His thrusts didn't slow or soften and she met every one urgently, moaning loudly against his mouth. He felt her walls tighten around his shaft and he groaned with the pressure, but it turned into a growl of pain when she took his bottom lip into her mouth and bit down. She let it go and he pulled back as he continued to move atop her. His blood covered her lips and she licked it up like it was a sweet wine.

"I hate you!" he shouted with a strangled moan as he felt himself release inside her still contracting walls. He rode the orgasm out before he pulled out of her, collapsing next to her with a tired groan. 'Please let this be over.' She touched his arm and he flinched away with disgust. She merely laughed and got off the bed, going into the bathroom. He heard the running water of the shower and she came back into the room, looking satisfied.

"You may take a shower before you go back to join your friends." He stiffly got up from the bed and shuffled past her. He stepped inside the shower and prayed she wouldn't join him. He wondered if it was a good idea to get the metal collar wet, then found he was too tired and racked with pain to care. He turned the hot water on higher, until it was almost scolding. He didn't know if he could ever feel clean again after her filthy touch.

He stayed in the shower, scrubbing himself until the water started to cool. He dried quickly and saw that she had brought his clothes and boots into the room for him. After dressing he wiped the fog from the mirror and looked at his reflection. The eyes staring back at him were empty of emotion, masking the turmoil he was feeling on the inside.

The bathroom door opened suddenly and he turned to see Scarlet with the same guards from before, standing in the bedroom waiting to take him back to his cell. He said nothing and stepped past her and put his hands behind his back without being told. He was cuffed once again and shoved to get him moving toward the door.

"Take the collar off him when you get him back to his cell and give him this," he heard her say to one of the guards as he was taken from the penthouse. The guards didn't speak on the way back, yet they didn't hide their amused smirks and chuckles. He felt awkward and ashamed, knowing these men knew what she had done to him. When he was ushered by Aeris' cell she tried to get his attention, but he couldn't look at her.

"Get in there," one guard gruffly said, shoving him inside the cell with Tifa, who jumped up from the cot to greet him. "Back, girl!" the guard ordered and removed the collar and cuffs from him. "Here," he said, pushing a bottle of healing potion into Cloud's hand. He drank it down and handed the bottle back to the man without a word. The cell door slammed closed and Cloud sat back on the floor, the same spot where he had been when the guards came to take him to his nightmare.

"Cloud......, what happened?" Tifa asked softly as she knelt next to him. She gently grabbed one of his wrists, looking at the bruises and cuts.

"Everything is fine, don't worry about it." His voice sounded empty to his ears.

"Cloud..."

"I don't want to talk about it!" he snapped, then felt badly for it when he saw her hurt expression. "I'm sorry, Tifa......I just can't talk about it right now." He shifted to get more comfortable and hissed with pain when his back rubbed against the wall. The potion had helped, but not entirely. Tifa told him to get on the cot, but he stubbornly refused and insisted he was fine. She knew he was lying, but didn't want to push him. She touched his face, inspecting the bite on his lip.

"It's nothing," he said, lightly pushing her hand away. "Let's just try and get some sleep."

"Alright, Cloud." She sat next to him, getting as close as she could. He didn't complain as he put his head on her shoulder and closed his eyes.

It was only a few hours later when Cloud was shaken awake by Tifa, who pointed out the open cell door to him. He got up to inspect the situation and saw the same guards dead in the hall, laying in pools of blood. They made their escape from Shinra that night, but Cloud would never escape the memories of Scarlet.


END


Authors Note: Yes, the end is kinda abrupt, but Scarlet, the sick bitch, got what she wanted from Cloud and we all know what happens after they escape. Hope you all enjoyed the fic, as disturbing as it was.