London 1980

He was going to kill her.

She tried to squeeze the words back down but they kept reappearing, dancing in her brain in a broken, bitter litany of accusation, their import causing her heart to flutter whilst her panic-stricken sweat pooled beneath her onto the soft cotton sheets. She’d regained consciousness quickly, struggling to breathe, her mouth gasping open as she realised that her nose was covered and her face felt strange. Panting, she tried quell her dread, frowning and twitching her cheeks confusedly until she realised with a start that he’d secured a mask to her, covering her so completely that just her eyes and mouth were free.

Sensing movement to the side of her she gingerly turned her head, groaning sharply as a shard of pain sliced through her brow. Sucking in a deep breath, she blinked rapidly. Something, feathers from the mask were tickling her eyelashes as she looked up at him, whimpering involuntarily when she saw he was now completely naked, his flesh bone white and hairless except for a few smattered freckles and the wisp of ginger down that clung to his groin.

‘What have you put on me?’ She pleaded before shrinking back terrified as with an expression born of madness and supreme self indulgence he leant over her and lovingly stroked her face.

‘Your owl mask O.’

‘What, I d-don’t underst… w-why, I’m n-not O,’ she stuttered hopelessly, closing her eyes against the sight of him as he climbed onto the bed and having dragged her legs apart, frenetically began thrusting his hips against her trying to stir some life into his tiny penis, its limp inadequacy dangling atop a miniscule ball sac, the contents tiny purple grapes.

Abruptly he let her go, shoving her backwards as he slid off the bed then muttering wildly he began to prowl, his repetitive words indecipherable yet jarring as he clicked and twitched, his hands constantly flexing as he gripped at nothing. Biting her lip to stifle her cries as he paced away from her she recklessly tugged at her bonds, twisting her hands awkwardly as she tried to loosen the knots around her wrists. However, the more she thrashed the more they bit deeper into her flesh, the soft silk rubbing her skin raw and numbing her hands, so that her fingers felt useless like swollen sponges.

Suddenly she froze, staring at him in horror as he spun around madly then skipped over to her, whinnying like a horse.

‘This white powder is rather wonderful, don’t you think?’ He questioned, gesturing with his head towards the coke he had piled on the bedside table. Staring up at him wretchedly, she watched transfixed as grabbing a small straw he dropped his head and snorted deeply, gripping his nostrils and baying with exultation as the drug hit the back of his throat.

‘Look he likes it,’ he cried pointing to his now tiny erection and dragging her hips to his, with a ferocious grunt he managed to penetrate her, however, he only stayed hard for two quick thrusts before going flaccid again. Dropping her as if scalded he rolled to the side of her, his face abject.

‘I’m sorry O, it will work next time. It’s because I need to be in your anus. But then perhaps for now your mouth would be better,’ he speculated, reaching over and mashing her lips around with his finger tips.

Forcing a smile she nodded repeatedly trying not to wince with pain. ‘Yes I’m sure it would and if you let my hands go I’ll be able to help you. I want to be able to touch you, feel you. I can help you,’ she promised silkily, making her voice sound like a caress.

‘No, I can’t do that you’ll run away like the last one did. She caused trouble, mmm trouble. There was such a fuss… I say, I’ve just realised, I’ve got just the thing,’ he announced leaping from the bed and rummaging around in his luggage. ‘Here it is. Vitamin E oil, mummy swears by it, she uses it on everything,’ he declared triumphantly jumping onto the bed and making the chains rattle as he pushed her legs upward. Pouring a good slug onto his hands he jabbed his slick forefinger inside her anus making her wince and gasp before pushing himself back onto his heels and staring down at her, his face petulant.

‘I don’t know why she suggested you, she said you’d be good because you’re poor. You’re not good though are you? You haven’t done anything that you should have. You know this is the right place for me, but you haven’t stretched it, have you?’ He abruptly screamed grabbing the switch and lashing at her, the thin cord scoring deeply into her thigh. As she screeched with anguish he immediately went hard again and grabbing her throat with one hand, he tried to poke himself inside her anus cursing as she reflexively closed against him.

‘You French slut,’ he squealed his fingers digging deeper as her mouth opened futilely and she fought to breathe. ‘Open up…I am your master. You will give me what I want…