Patience is a Virtue

Patience is a Virtue

Part II

Patience can be rewarding.

I think this as I sit, holding the tiny girl cradled in my lap.  Her breathing has grown deep and regular and I know she's fallen asleep. 

It has been ten days since I took her.  Ten days, for me, since I unpacked my suitcase full of girl in this tiny room.  Ten days of patiently waiting, enduring her disobedience and watching time erode her will.

By my calculations, waking her after only a few minutes or hours of sleep, feeding her only enough to keep her always hungry, for her it should seem like more than thirty days.  Hunger is such a useful tool.  Hunger clouds the mind and confuses people.  Most have never known real hunger, so a few hours, a day, without food seems much longer to them.

In the time I've had her, she's cycled through the stages I expect – fear, anger, humiliation, acceptance and back again.  Over and over – but always confusion, feeling things she can't understand as well.

I give myself one more moment to enjoy the feel of her.  Tight buttocks nestled against my groin, the warmth of her breath against my chest through the cloth of my shirt and the hood she wears.  Then I stand and carry her to the mattress, gently placing her atop it. 

She stirs slightly and I pause, remaining still as she settles back into sleep.  I take my time now, letting my eyes rove over her naked body.  I've seen her nude many times over the last ten days, of course, but always from afar.  From the other side of the bars and the lights.  Now I'm close, right next to her.  I could reach out and touch her, run my hands over the mounds of her breasts and feel the nipples harden against my palm, reach between her legs and see if she's wet.  But I do not.

Patience.

She's lost some weight over the last ten days, but she's still nicely curved.  Between her legs I can see the hint of her pussy lips beneath the hair that covers them.  A small, tight cunt to go with her small frame.  I imagine what it will feel like when I finally take her – wonder whether she'll be wet and ready for me or if she'll be dry and I'll have to force my way in.  Wonder which I'd prefer.

Patience.

I stand and leave her.  It's time to prepare for the next phase.

* * *

Tina

Tina awoke slowly, drifting into awareness.  She was curled into a ball, hugging herself on top of the narrow mattress.  As she woke, she straightened her limbs and winced slightly when she moved her legs.  She reached behind her and felt her ass, wincing again as she put pressure on it. 

Bruised, she thought, and she closed her eyes tightly, tucking her chin to her chest. Bruised from being spanked.  Like a child over his knee.

"Hello, Tina."

The voice brought a violent sob from her.  She should have expected he'd be watching her, waiting for her to wake up.  But even as she sobbed, she began moving. 

She rolled onto her stomach, pushing herself up to her hands and knees, but couldn't summon the energy to rise to her feet.  Instead she crawled off the mattress and across the few feet to the red-painted dot on the floor.  She winced again as she lowered her ass to her heels and knelt, spreading her legs wide.

"Good girl, Tina, you've recognized that you shouldn't rise in my presence.  That's a very good girl.  I'm so proud of you."

But that's not … she almost spoke.  Not what she'd meant, not why she'd done it.  But now he'd said it was and he'd taken that from her, changed her reality and she couldn't be sure.  Had she really been too tired to stand, or had she felt she should crawl.  A single tear trailed down her cheek, but she straightened her back and kept her knees spread wide apart, knowing she had no choice.

"Do you understand why you were punished, Tina?"

"I …" she began, then paused, not wanting to give the wrong answer. "Because I hid from you, sir."

"What did you hide, Tina?"

She swallowed hard and hung her head, embarrassed by the question even spread and exposed as she was.

"Using my vibrator, sir," she said finally.

"Using your vibrator to do what, Tina?"

She raised her head, staring into the shadows behind the bright lights, pleading with her eyes.  Finally she realized that there would be no mercy, only silence awaiting her answer. 

"I hid using my vibrator to masturbate, sir."

"That's better, Tina.  Good girl," the voice told her.  "When did you first masturbate?"

"I … what?" she asked, confused.  Silence answered her.  "I don't understand, sir."

"Please, Tina, you do understand.  It's a simple question.  When did you first masturbate?"

Tina paused for a moment, struggling for an answer.  "I … when I was younger, I guess.  Sir."

"Of course you were younger, Tina.  Please tell me specifically – when did you first masturbate?"

Tina clenched her eyes closed.  She was horrified by the question.  Somehow, even though she was naked, legs spread, exposing herself to a stranger she'd never seen – but somehow the question seemed worse, more of an invasion; and answering it more of a surrender.

"I was … fifteen," she finally said, desperately thinking of some way to keep this thing private and not give away this part of herself.  "I heard some girls talking about it at school, so one night … one night I tried touching myself."

There was no response for a time, and then, "Good girls don't lie, Tina.  Good girls tell the truth.  Bad girls lie.  Are you a good girl or a bad girl, Tina?"

Tina's head dropped and her shoulders slumped.  Did he really know she was lying or was he guessing?  Did it matter? 

Slowly Tina leaned forward, crumpling until her forehead touched the floor.  She wrapped her arms around her stomach and sobbed.  "Please," she whimpered.  "Please don't make me.  Please let me go."

"Are you a good girl or a bad girl, Tina?"

"Please."  She was crying now, tears streaming from her eyes.  She rolled onto her side, curling into a ball and sobbing.  "Please don't."

"Tina, are you a good girl or a bad girl?"

"Stop it!" she yelled.  "Let me go!"

"Bad girl."

She heard a loud snap, like a switch being thrown and her skin suddenly felt cooler.  Tina opened her eyes, but saw only darkness.  The floodlights outside the bars were off for the first time and the heat from the mass of bulbs was gone.

Then there was the sound of footsteps, sharp against the bare concrete floor.  The clanging of steel against steel as the cell door was thrown open and the footsteps approached.  Tina realized he was coming for her and screamed.  She kicked out blindly into the darkness.

Tina rolled onto her back and tried to scramble away in the darkness, but she felt a hand grab the hair at the back of her head.  She reached behind her head and grabbed the arm with both hands, but his grip was too tight and he pulled her head back.  A second hand slid under her ass and levered her to the side, flipping her back onto her stomach.

A heavy weight came down on top of her, pressing her forcefully against the cold, bare floor.  She screamed again, struggling to get free, but she was a small girl and whoever held her was strong enough to keep her in place.  A hand found her flailing arm and grasped the wrist, pulling her arm behind her and her hand up between her shoulder blades.  She cried out again, this time in pain as the pressure on her shoulder increased.

Tina's struggles slowed as she realized they were useless.  She was trapped, one hand drawn up behind her and held firmly, her face turned to the side and pressed painfully against the floor, and the man's knee and shin digging into her upper thighs, pinning her to the floor.

"That's better, Tina," she heard and grip on her hair loosened.  Her head was released for a moment and she heard a rustle of fabric, then something touched the top of her head. 

Her body tensed and she heard, "Bad!"

She relaxed again and the hood was drawn down over her face.  She was breathing hard from her struggles and the inside of the hood quickly became hot and steamy from her breath.

"Better, now, but not a good girl, Tina.  Not a good girl at all."

Tina heard a click and felt the heat from the bank of lights again.  The weight on her thighs was removed, but her arm was still held firmly behind her.  She heard a jingle of metal and then the sound of something sliding against fabric.

"I want you to be a good girl, Tina, not a bad girl.  Bad girls are punished.  The badder they are and the more often they're bad, the more severe the punishment.  Since you didn't learn your lesson from the hand …"

Tina had a bare moment's warning as she felt his weight shift on her before there was a swishing sound and a line of fire exploded across her ass cheeks.  She screamed in surprise and pain.  Another blow quickly followed.  And another.

Tina screamed again and started struggling, kicking her feet wildly and trying to roll away from the blows.  The spanking had hurt, but it was far more humiliating than painful.  Even the pressure put on her shoulder by her struggles was nothing compared to the pain she was feeling now.

Again and again the blows fell on her unprotected ass, then, surprising her, one fell on her upper thighs and she screamed even harder.  In her struggles, she tried to rise to her knees and her thighs spread apart.  The next blow landed on only one of her thighs, wrapping around onto the even softer flesh between her legs.

Tina let out a howl of agony.  She'd never imagined a pain like this.  Lines of fire crisscrossed her ass and thighs, but this latest blow made her think her flesh must have been split open.  She clamped her legs together, but blow after blow drove her to struggle again.  As soon as her legs parted, another blow curled between them, cutting into the sensitive flesh.

"Stop!" she yelled. "Please stop! I'll be good!"

The blows continued, one after another without pause.  Whenever she failed to keep her legs tightly pressed together, her inner thigh was punished.  Through it all, her tormenter said nothing.  Not a word or sound. 

She cried, feeling the fabric of the hood grow wet with her tears.  Gasping for breath between screams, she felt herself grow light-headed.  Finally, feeling as though nothing existed but the burning pain in her ass and thighs, she stopped struggling.

"I'll be good," she whimpered into the hot, moist air of the hood.  "I'll be good.  I'll be good.  I'll be good."

The pace of the blows slowed.  Tina stayed still, limp, exhausted.  The pauses between blows became longer.  One landed.

"I'll be good."

Then another.

"I'll be good," she whimpered.

A longer pause, she thought, prayed, it might be over, then again the line of pain across her ass cheeks.

"I'll be good." A tiny, little-girl voice.

A longer pause and another sharp line across her thighs.

"I'll be good." Her voice broke in harsh sobs.

The grip on her wrist eased.  Her captor slid her arm down her back and released her.  She rolled onto her side, back to him, and pulled her knees to her chest. 

"I'll be good," she whispered, sobbing. 

"Yes, you will," he whispered back. 

She felt him move beside her and suddenly she was in the air as his arms scooped her up and carried her, still curled into a ball, to the mattress.  He set her down gently and she felt him move behind her.  His body pressed against her as he lay down, spooning her.  His legs curled up against hers, cupping her ass in his lap; smooth and cool against burning skin of her ass, she thought he must be wearing leather.  One arm wrapped around her, lightly, gently.  His other hand softly stroked her head through the hood.

"Ssshh," he whispered to her softly.  "It's all over now, Tina.  All is forgiven now and you'll be a good girl."

"I'll be good," she agreed softly. 

As when he'd spanked her, Tina felt the pressure of an erection against her back.  He likes it, she thought to herself.  He likes hurting me.

A tremor of fear went through her.  "I'll be good," she repeated.

"I know you will, Tina," he whispered.  "Some things might take time, but I understand that."  He gently kissed the back of her head through the hood.  "I have patience."

Tina shuddered fearfully, dreading what more he'd ask of her.  She leaned away from the pressure of his body against her back, but he moved with her, keeping her in a firm, but gentle embrace.  The cool leather of his pants pressed against her ass and thighs soothed the burning sting of the beating.

Despite herself, she eased back into that sensation, longing for relief, then pulled away.  She was confused, hurting, but the coolness felt good and being held was oddly comforting.  She was afraid of him, terrified of what he'd ask of her next, but comforted by his reassurance that everything was okay now.  For now.

More confused with every moment, she started to pull away, not understanding how she could be feeling this way.  He'd inflicted the pain, how could it be soothed by him?  She was so scared and upset because of him, how could him stroking her head be comforting?

"Ssshh," he told her, keeping her in place.  "It's okay, Tina.  Be still."

Confused, she relaxed back into his embrace.  She didn't understand, so it was easier to do as she was told.

"Are you a good girl or a bad girl, Tina?"

"I'm a good girl!" she cried desperately, tensing, fearful the beating would begin again.  "I'll be good!"

"You know what I want from you, Tina.  Are you a good girl or a bad girl?"

"I … I'm …" she stammered, finally, "I don't know for sure.  I don't know when it was.  I don't remember exactly.  I'm not lying!"

"That's alright, Tina."  He moved the hand that had been around her to rest gently on her hip, no longer pulling her against him.  "Just do your best.  What's the first time you remember?"

She inhaled deeply.  "I was … young … five or six, I think … my mother … I didn't know what I was doing, that I was doing it, I was just watching TV …"

"What happened, Tina?"

"I was … I guess I was … touching myself while I watched TV.  My mother saw me and told me … she told me that was a private thing and … that's the first time I remember."

His hand on her hip began petting her.  Just the fingertips moving up and down from hip to waist and back again.  The sensation was light, tingling against her skin.

"That's a child's story, Tina," he whispered in her ear.  "A child ignorant of what she was doing.  Tell me about the first time you knew what you were doing.  The first time you touched yourself with purpose."

She swallowed hard, thinking, trying to remember and get it right so he'd be satisfied.

"Maybe … thirteen?" she whispered tentatively.  "I … please …"

His hand stopped stroking her side and his fingers clutched her firmly. 

"No!" she squeaked.  "I'll be good!  I just … I don't …"

"Tell me what you remember, Tina," he told her, resuming the light petting from waist to hip.  "Just do your best."

"Thirteen.  I was thirteen," she said hurriedly.  "We went to a movie.  It was R-rated and it … I think my parents … it was the whole family … my parents didn't know it would have … "

"Calmly, Tina."  His hand stopped stroking again, this time sliding down her body to cover her stomach, fingers spread wide and pull her tightly against him.  "Tell me, but calmly.  No need to hurry it."

The firm pressure against her body seemed to steady her.  She took a deep breath.

"I don't think my parents knew the movie had so much sex in it," she said.  "It was supposed to be an action movie, but there were a lot of sex scenes in it and it was pretty embarrassing to be sitting there with my parents."

"Keep going," he prompted her.  Now gently stroking her stomach, bringing his fingertips together lightly at her belly-button, then slowly spreading them wide.

"I … never really paid any attention to those scenes before," she said softly.  "But this was different.  They made me feel funny."

"Funny how?"

"Soft," she whispered.  "Warm.  Melty."

"Good girl, Tina," he said.  "Keep going."

Feelings flooded through Tina.  Relief that he was happy with her followed by fear as she remembered what had happened when he wasn't.   She hated him, but at the same time her world had narrowed – her only source of approval was through him.  Physically, her ass and thighs still burned, but the burn was almost pleasant.  Like stretching an aching muscle, especially where the smooth leather of his pants touched her and rubbed against her when they moved.  As she continued speaking, his hands stroking her head and belly reassured her.  Reminded her that he was happy with her and she was safe from more beating so long as she pleased him.

"I still felt that way when I went to bed," she told him. 

His hand moved from her stomach back to her hip, then suddenly slid behind her to cup her ass cheek and squeezed.  The pressure on the welts and bruises there intensified the stings and aches, but he began kneading, squeezing and releasing, and the sensation changed.  Like massaging a sore muscle, the pain was still there, but became something else.

"'Felt that way', Tina?"

"Yes."

"'Melty'?"

"Yes, I … when I went to bed, it felt funny, so I touched it, and …"

"You touched what, Tina?" he whispered.

Tina felt herself flush.  "I … touched myself," she said finally.

"Where, Tina?" 

Face hot with embarrassment, she stammered.  "Down there.  I touched my … vagina," she tried, hesitantly.

The hand on her ass squeezed and his fingers dug in cruelly.  She gasped, suddenly realizing that she'd been enjoying his touch and feeling sick about it.

"Do you want to be a good girl or a bad girl, Tina?"

She cringed in on herself, fear blocking out the other emotions for a moment.

"That's a clinical term for it, Tina, but you weren't being clinical, you were being sexual.  Be a good girl, Tina, where did you touch yourself?" 

His fingers resumed massaging her ass and the swirl of emotions and sensations confused Tina.  Fear, disgust, embarrassment, comfort, pain, and pleasure all warred for her attention.  She couldn't take another beating, she told herself, and the next one might be worse.  She had to do what he said, and if doing what he wanted, accepting it, made it easier for her to get through this, then why was that wrong? 

"I … " More tears leaked from her eyes.  "I touched my … my pussy," she said.

"Good girl, Tina."

Her memories of that first time were special to her.  She remembered the movie, with an actor she'd had a crush on, and maybe still did a little bit.  She remembered the scene from the movie that had affected her so many years ago.  He'd been overcome with passion for the actress, Tina didn't remember who that was and, anyway, in her mind the woman was always Tina herself.  The woman in the movie, Tina in her head, had denied her own feelings, but he'd grabbed her, pinned her to against a wall and kissed her.  She'd tried to push him away, even hit him, but he'd ignored it.  He just kept kissing her, pressing his body against hers, until she couldn't deny herself any longer and had clutched him to her, fingers clawing at his back.

The young Tina had played that scene over and over again in her head under the covers of her little bed.  Her fingers rubbing furiously as she imagined herself sparking that much passion in her lover.  So much that he wouldn't take her "no" as an answer.  So much that he'd grab her and kiss her, no matter how much she struggled or fought back.

Heavy sobs came from inside the hood as Tina fought her own feelings now.  He was happy with her.  He was happy with her and that meant she wouldn't be hurt.  But she was giving in to him when she should be fighting.  But fighting meant being a bad girl and bad girls were punished.  She didn't want to be punished, she wanted to be a good girl, then she at least wouldn't be hurt and she might get some comfort, like someone holding her and telling her it was all okay.

"I touched my pussy," she repeated.  "I rubbed it and it felt … really good, so I kept rubbing it and then … and then … I came."

"Good girl, Tina.  Thank you for telling me that."

Inside the hood, Tina smiled a hesitant, scared smile.  She'd said that last part, thinking it would make him happy.  And it did, so it was okay and she was a good girl, and it wasn't so hard to be a good girl.  As long as he kept telling her she was a good girl, she'd be okay.

"Show me how you touched your pussy, Tina."

A thin, mewling whimper came from inside the hood.  

"No, please," she whimpered.  She'd done what he wanted, she'd used that word and told him what he wanted to know, no matter how embarrassing it was.  She couldn't do that, it was too much to ask.  She shook her head.  "Please."

"Yes, Tina.  Here, sit up and lean against me.  You can't show me properly with your legs all curled up like that." 

He sat up and pulled her along with him until she was sitting between his legs, reclining back against his chest. 

"Show me, Tina."

Slowly, she did as she was told.  Reclining against his chest, she felt the warmth of his body behind her.  The hard press of his erection was more pronounced in this position.  She parted her thighs slightly, then sighed, knowing what he wanted.  She spread her legs farther, then bent her knees and drew her feet up so that she could spread them more.  She moved her right hand down and cupped her crotch, barely touching herself, knowing it wouldn't be enough, but not willing to start, not willing to show him this.

"What did you think about, that night in your room, Tina?" He was barely whispering, his lips right beside her ear.  She could feel his breath on the side of her face through the thin material of the hood.

"I thought about the movie."

"What about the movie, Tina.  Tell me."

"The ... the sex scene in the movie," she said.  In her mind's eye she could see the images.  It was still one of her favorite fantasies and she replayed that scene in her head thousands of times.  It was private, personal.

"Tell me about it, Tina."

"He grabs the girl by her arms," she began.  "And pushes her back."

"'Grabs the girl', Tina?  Really?"  He slid his hand over her shoulder to the back of her neck, then up, beneath the hood into her hair.  His fist closed around her hair, pulling her scalp tight and tilting her head back.  "Who does he grab, Tina?" 

"Me!" she gasped out.  "I think about him grabbing me!"

She felt heat on palm of her hand, between her legs.  Heat and sudden moisture.  Oh, god, no, she thought.  This is wrong, I can't...

"Touch yourself, Tina.  Show me what you did and tell me what else he does to you."  Still pulling her head back by her hair, he slid his other arm beneath hers, just below her breasts and pulled her tightly against him.

She moved her hand, pressing down and finding herself hot and wet, lips parted and opening.  Her body betraying her because of years of priming with these thoughts, learning that these images meant sex.  She coated her fingers with the sticky fluid and slid them up, shuddering when she touched her clit.  She slowly rubbed herself.

The fist in her hair tightened even more and she gasped, mouth falling open. 

"Tell me, Tina."

"He grabs her ... me ... by the arms," she said.  "And he pushes me back against the wall.  Then he pins me against the wall with his body and lets go of my arms.  He puts his hands on my chin, on my face, on the sides of my face ..."

The arm around her middle tightened, pulling her more firmly against him.  He loosened his grip on her hair, then tightened it again.  Then again and again, pulling her scalp tight and then releasing it.  Her fingers moved faster as images in her mind played out and she described them.  Her breath grew ragged.  She'd never had someone with her when she did this before, never had someone touching her as she played out this particular fantasy. 

The sensation of someone touching her added to the images in her head.  The arm around her chest restrained her, as she thought of herself trapped against a wall.  Unable to move, to leave, to run, she couldn't even turn her head or lower chin.  When she tried, his grip tightened, pulling her head back.

"He ... I try to look away, to look down, but he pulls my head up and he kisses me."  Her fingers moved faster, sometimes darting quickly down to wet themselves again before returning to her clit.

"I try to push him away, but he's too strong," she gasped.  "I can't move.  He's kissing me hard, but I ... I won't open my mouth, so he's crushing my lips against my teeth.  Then ... then he grabs my jaw and he pulls it down.  I can't stop him, it hurts if I try to stop him. "

"Why do you want to stop him, Tina?"

She heard the whisper in her ear.  For a moment she was confused, lost in the fantasy and not understanding where the question came from.  Then she remembered -- she was trapped, held down, but the sensations were merging with her fantasy and she moaned.

"I don't!" she cried.  "I don't, but I can't, I shouldn't ... do this!"

"Tell me, Tina."

Her fingers moved faster between her legs.  The air inside the hood was hot, moist from her gasping breath.  She was breathing so hard and so fast that she couldn't get enough fresh air through the fabric of the hood.  She was lightheaded, confused.

"I shouldn't let him touch me," she moaned, "but I can't stop him.  I want him, but I can't stop him, so it's okay ... it's ... oh, god, he pulls my mouth open and I can't stop him ... his tongue's inside me ... I can barely breathe ... he's crushing me and covering my mouth with his ..."

She straightened her legs, thighs tightly together, muscles tense, but her fingers still worked furiously at her clit.  She tried to arch her back, but his grip around her chest was too strong, she couldn't move.  She strained against him futilely.  The struggle intensified what she was feeling, giving life to the fantasy, making it more intense than it ever had been.

"Oh ... god ..." she moaned.  "He ... forced his leg between mine ... I can't keep them together ... he shoves them apart and ... and his leg shoves against me ... against ..."

The hand in her hair tightened, more than it had so far, pulling her hair painfully.  She clenched her teeth, jaw tight, lips curled back in a grimace.

"My ... pussy!" she growled.  "He shoves ... his leg ... against ... my pussy!   The more I struggle ... the more ... it ..."

His arm around her chest moved, his hand slid over her breast, barely brushing her hard, stiff nipple.  This new sensation surprised her and brought the building tension to the edge.

"Aaaahhh ..." she moaned and then a sudden, sharp pain as her nipple was grasped and pinched tightly.  He twisted and pulled, the pain shooting through her.  It was like a fiery cord that went through her body connecting her nipple and clitoris.  It sent her over the edge and she screamed as the orgasm took her.

Dimly, Tina was aware of him moving, that he was no longer behind her.  She fell flat onto the mattress as he slid out from behind her, but her fingers kept moving between her legs.  Slower now, pausing before sliding over her clit, each stroke sending shivers through her. 

She cried out in protest as he grasped her wrist and pulled her hand away.  "Nooo ..." she cried, then groaned as he shoved his fingers inside her.  Two fingers deep inside her, pushing aside the clenching, spasming walls of her wet cunt.  Then he closed his hand, palm covering her clit, fingers inside, pressing, compressing the spongy flesh inside the front of her pussy.

Tina moaned as new sensations flooded through her.  His other hand found her throat, encircling it gently, but firmly, and he began working the hand inside her.  Opening and closing it.  His palm rubbed over her sensitive clit and the fingers repeatedly compressed that spot inside her.  Faster and faster he worked his hand, while Tina writhed before him.  Every time he closed his hand sent an explosion of sensation through her, rolling and growing as her orgasm continued. 

The feeling of the hand on her throat touched something deep inside her.  He wasn't choking her, but he didn't allow her to move.  She started to roll from side to side, but his hand kept her in place.  Her own hands reached out, clawing and clutching at whatever she could find.  One found his leather clad thigh and she grasped it, fingers digging deep.

"You're a good girl, Tina."

The words settled into her mind and her moans changed.  "I'm a good girl," she whispered.  "Good girl ... I'm a good girl ..."

He increased the force of the hand inside her, no longer flexing his hand alone, he used his whole arm.  Faster and harder, almost lifting her off the bed as his fingers pounded against the inside of her cunt.  On the downstroke, his palm slapped her clit hard.  Then his mouth closed around her nipple.  She cried out as he sucked it in, deep and harshly.

"I'm a good gir ... aaahhhh!" she screamed as his teeth closed on her nipple, biting deeply. "I'm a good girl!"

Now he slowed his movements.  His teeth released her nipple and he resumed sucking on it gently, swirling his tongue around the hard nub.  His fingers now rubbing softly along the outside of her pussy, covering the full length of the lips to her clit and back again. 

Tina moaned.  "I'm a good girl," she repeated.

He took his hand from her throat and straightened.  "I'm a good girl," she protested.

She rolled toward him, curling herself around his legs and clutching at him.  He bent and cradled her, rocking her gently.  "You're a good girl, Tina," he whispered.

"I'm a good girl," she agreed, voice soft and vague.

"You're my good girl, Tina."

"I'm a good girl."

"My good girl, Tina."

"Your good girl," she whispered.  "Your good girl."

She drowsed, rocked gently while she whispered it over and over.

***

Tina woke slowly, drowsy and satiated.  She stretched and her eyes flew open as she felt an ache and sting in her buttocks.  She sat up quickly, eyes wide and horrified as memory flooded her.

"Oh, my god," she whispered, looking around. 

The hood was gone and she was alone again.  She pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them.

"What did I do?" she whispered.  Shame and guilt washed through her.  "Oh, god, what did I do?"

It was then that she noticed something new in the cell.  On the floor beside the bed was a remote control.  She looked around, but could still see nothing outside the cell due to the bright lights.

Tentatively she reached out and picked it up.  What now? she asked herself.  What's next?

At first she thought she'd put it down.  Ignore it.  But she knew that if it was here, she was expected to use it.  He wanted her to use it.  She knew what would happen if she didn't do what he wanted -- whether it was just withholding food or another beating, she didn't care, she didn't want either; or any other punishment.  She accepted that she was here and in his power.  She would be a good girl.

Tina raised the remote control and pressed the power button.

Two of the bright lights outside the cell went out and between them a large television came to life, its screen a solid blue.  Tina pressed the play button and the screen flickered to life.

A woman's naked body appeared, centered on the screen in close up from just below her chin to mid-thigh.  She was sitting, legs pressed tightly together. 

"Show me, Tina."

Tina jumped, startled.  She looked around wildly, wondering what he wanted her to show her now.

On the screen, the woman's legs parted slightly, then paused and spread widely.  Her knees bent and she drew her feet up.  The lips of her pussy opened, parted and showed her opening glistening with moisture.

"No," Tina whispered, horrified as she realized what she was watching.  The woman's hand, her hand, Tina's hand, came into view on the screen and slowly, trembling she saw, covered her exposed self.

"No, no, no!" Frantically, Tina pointed the remote and pressed stop repeatedly.

"What did you think about, that night in your room, Tina?"

The images on the screen continued.

"I thought about the movie," she heard herself answer.  She scrambled to her knees, pointing the remote at the television and pressing stop, power, then random buttons, anything to make it stop.

"What about the movie, Tina.  Tell me."

"No!" she screamed, throwing the remote at the television.  It bounced between the bars of the cell, spinning off into the darkness.  On the screen, the scene continued to play out.

"Please, no," Tina whispered, watching as her head is pulled back, extending and exposing her throat beneath the edge of the hood.  Hears him tell her to show him what she did.  Sees his arm encircle her.

Tina knelt, frozen and staring at the screen.  Her mouth open, eyes wide in a comical expression of horror at what she's seeing. 

On the screen, her hand begins to move.  She sees her fingers glistening with the moisture starting to drip from the open lips of her pussy.  Despite herself, she feels those sensations again, watching. 

This is no fantasy, this happened.  As she watches her onscreen image, she remembers the feeling of being trapped and helpless.  Her voice describes the fantasy of her childhood and she sits, stunned, watching until the end.

When the screen finally faded to black and she heard her own whispered chant of "your good girl ... your good girl ... your good girl ... " fade to silence, Tina's shoulders slumped.  She bowed her head and sobbed, eyes clenched shut and tears rolling down her cheeks, she collapsed to her side on the mattress.

Over the sounds of her sobs, she heard something else.  She swallowed hard, getting herself under control and listened.

"He grabs the girl by her arms," she heard.  "And pushes her back."

"Please, stop," Tina whispered, but it didn't. It continued, try as she might to block it out, the voices continued.  Hers and his, repeating the scene again.  And again when it had finished.

"I try to push him away, but he's too strong.  I can't move.  He's kissing me hard, but I ... I won't open my mouth, so he's crushing my lips against my teeth.  Then ... then he grabs my jaw and he pulls it down.  I can't stop him, it hurts if I try to stop him. "

Over and over again, Tina lay there and listened to the scene replay.  Remembering the sensations, the feel of his hand in her hair, her neck exposed and vulnerable. 

"Oh ... god ... He ... forced his leg between mine ... I can't keep them together ... he shoves them apart and ... and his leg shoves against me ... against ..."

The memories of her childhood, hands furtively moving under the covers, cupping her breast and feeling the nipple harden.  His lips on her nipple, tongue swirling, and then the feel of his teeth.

"My ... pussy!  He shoves ... his leg ... against ... my pussy!   The more I struggle ... the more ... it ..."

Her body reacted as she'd trained it over the years.   This story, these thoughts, meant sex.  Reluctantly, she moved her hand, sliding it between her legs.  Her body shuddered, trembling as her fingers slid over her clitoris and down between the soft, wet folds of her pussy.

"You're a good girl, Tina."

This wasn't all he wanted from her, she knew.  She needed to do more to be a good girl.  Quickly she rolled onto her back.  She opened her eyes and stared at the screen, seeing his hand inside her, her body writhing. 

Eyes locked on the screen, Tina spread her legs wide, straining muscles to expose herself as much as possible.  Her thighs were wet with fluid from her pussy and felt chilled when the air hit them.  Her pussy lips gaped open, spread and inviting.  She moved her hand, fingers flying over her clit as she watched herself.  She saw the back of his head obscure her breast. 

Her hand flew to her breast.  She heard herself scream and grabbed her own nipple, twisting and pulling as hard as she could.  She pinched harder, crying out in frustration as she tried to recreate the sensation of his teeth.

"You're a good girl, Tina."

"I'm a good girl."

"I'm a good girl!" she cried out, fingers flying over her clit, nails digging into her breast.

"You're my good girl, Tina."

"I'm a good girl."

"Your good girl!"  Close, so close to the edge, she threw her head back, missing the pull of his hand in her hair or the feel of his grip on her throat.

"My good girl, Tina."

"Your good girl."

"Your good girl!"