A Badge of Submission

The click of the hotel room door closing was the loudest sound Katherine had ever heard. She was alone with Jamie. The small, dark room felt even smaller, her restraints feeling tighter. Her mind raced. Would she be killed? Left here to rot? The possibilities were a panicked blur. Then, she heard a lock disengage. It wasn't the door to the hallway. It was the lock on the two-way mirror's hatch.

With a groan of metal, the one-way glass swung inward like a door, revealing the dimly lit hotel room. Jamie stood there, silhouetted against the soft light, still gloriously naked. She held a set of keys in her hand, a predatory smile on her lips. "Time to come out and play, little piggy," she sang.

She moved with an unnerving grace, unlocking the leather straps that bound Katherine to the chair. Katherine’s limbs were stiff and aching, her circulation returning in pins and needles. She made a move to stand, to fight, but her body was too weak. Before she could coordinate a defense, Jamie grabbed her arm in a grip of surprising strength, yanking her out of the cell and shoving her towards the bed. Katherine stumbled, her legs giving out, and fell onto the tangled sheets.

Before she could scramble away, Jamie was on her, straddling her hips. In a matter of seconds, she had efficiently and brutally tied Katherine's wrists to the brass bedposts with silk scarves she produced from the nightstand. Katherine struggled, pulling against the restraints, but they were tight, knotted with frightening efficiency.

Jamie didn't speak at first. She simply looked down at Katherine, her head cocked to one side like a scientist examining a new specimen. She ran a single, sharp nail down Katherine’s chest, between her breasts, over her stomach. Despite every rational thought screaming in protest, Katherine’s body arched slightly into the touch. The traitorous heat was back, her skin tingling where Jamie had touched her.

"You felt it, didn't you?" Jamie’s voice was a soft, conspiratorial whisper. "Watching him. Watching me. Watching that beautiful, brutal fuck. You felt it right here." She pressed the flat of her palm against Katherine's lower belly, directly over the heat that had been tormenting her. "Don't lie to me."

Katherine gritted her teeth, turning her face away. "Go to hell."

Jamie laughed, a low, throaty sound. "Oh, I'm already the queen of it." She shifted, reaching for something on the floor. It was the harness. The same slick, black dildo she had used to break Katherine’s father. Jamie buckled it on with practiced ease, its size intimidating and obscene in the soft light.

"Remember this thing?" Jamie cooed, tapping the head of the silicone cock with her finger. "Daddy seemed to like it. I think you will, too."

Katherine’s blood ran cold. "No," she choked out, renewing her struggles against the silk bonds.

Jamie simply smiled, lowering herself between Katherine’s spread legs. She didn't rush. She slid the slick head of the dildo along Katherine’s inner thighs, a teasing, terrifying threat. Katherine whimpered, twisting her hips, but there was no escape. Then, with one slow, relentless push, Jamie was inside her.

The sensation was overwhelming. It was a violation, a physical proof of her powerlessness, but it was something else, too. A deep, involuntary clench of pleasure. Jamie began to move, her rhythm perfect, designed to break. Her hips rolled and snapped, finding places inside Katherine that had never been touched. Katherine squeezed her eyes shut, trying to retreat inside her head, but all she could see was her father, all she could feel was Jamie's body, and all she could hear was the sound of her own ragged breaths mingling with the slick sounds of the dildo dragging against her own slick arousal.

Jamie's mouth was on her neck, her teeth scraping her collarbone. One hand snaked down between their bodies, finding Katherine's clit with unerring accuracy. The pressure was firm, the circles fast and relentless.

"You can fight it," Jamie growled in her ear. "But your body knows who's in charge now. Come for me, little piggy. Come for your new Mistress."

It was a command, a curse, a benediction. And with a shudder that wracked her from head to toe, Katherine’s body obeyed. Her first orgasm was a violent wave of shock and shame, tearing a scream from her throat. But Jamie didn't stop. She kept fucking her, kept rubbing her clit, drawing out the pleasure until it was agony, pushing her into a second, and then a third release, each one more shattering than the last. By the time Jamie was finished, Katherine was a boneless, sobbing wreck on the bed, her mind as broken as her father’s will, the evidence of her own climax slick on her thighs and a seed of delicious poison planted deep in her soul.