The Nicest Guy
Chapter 2
“Melissa, I’m so glad you’re here.” He leered at her and looked her up and down appraisingly. He nodded, apparently satisfied, then handed her a paper bag.
“Please give me your purse, remove your clothing and jewelry, and put them in here, for safekeeping.” His smile grew broader as she hurried to obey. She now stood on the brightly lit porch, completely naked except for the nipple clamps and butt plug.
It seemed like forever before he finally stepped back, clearing the doorway. “Come in, come in.” He waved his hand, gesturing her inside. “You must be freezing out there.”
She must be cold, as she suppressed another shiver as he squeezed her ass cheek when she slipped past him.
He closed and locked the door then turned and began to circle her slowly. She hoped she met with his approval. She’d gotten herself professionally waxed all over, so there shouldn’t be a single hair on her anywhere but her head.
He nodded approvingly and she let out a relieved breath she didn’t know she was holding.
He stepped close to her and grabbed hold of the nipple clamps. He gave her a grin and then pulled on them hard. They stayed attached, but just barely. She screamed in pain and tears ran down her cheeks. He was just expressing how much he cared for her. He’d explicitly said that the more he hurt her, the more it meant he loved her. She desperately wanted him to love her, he’d told her that as well, so she gritted her teeth and tried to smile through her tears.
“I love you, Keith.”
He grinned again and finally released her. “I think we’re past that, just call me Master now.”
She nodded, “Of course, Master.”
He dropped the chain, much to her relief, and turned away.
“Follow me.” He ordered, immediately waking off without waiting for a reply.
She followed, practically jogging for a moment to catch up to him. The large butt plug shifted uncomfortably and she whimpered, her nipples still stinging.
If he noticed or cared, he didn’t show it, he just kept walking briskly down the hall and up a set of stairs before coming to a stop in front of a door, barred on the outside. Swinging the bar up, he swung the door open. There were four beds, not much more than cots really, and on three of them, lay a naked woman.
At his entrance, they all moved quickly and knelt on the ground at the foot of each bed.
They each wore a collar with what she assumed was their name on them. She recognized Amber but was startled to see Dr. Robyn Greenwood. She was barely recognizable and the name tag on her collar read “Cunt Two”. She’d been one of the professors at the college.
She’d always been a tough but fair teacher, in Melissa’s brief experiences with her. They’d been told by the substitute that she had left suddenly due to family issues and headed back to her family home in Alaska a month ago. It was now clear that wasn’t true. She was now just another of Keith’s girlfriends. The previously vibrant woman seemed a shell of her former self. She now just stared blankly ahead.
Her nipples had been pierced and some truly massive rings hung from them, pulling them down dramatically. Her knees were spread and she could see several similar rings hanging from her labia, stretching them grotesquely. Her hair had been cut very short, practically a buzz cut.
While she appeared to be in good health, bruises mottled her body, mostly around her thighs and on her breasts, and her stomach and back had some truly horrifying welts. Some of them were nearly healed into nasty scars, and it appeared she’d been whipped and beaten severely.
Melissa stared at the broken woman, frozen and horrified. Keith snapped his fingers in front of her face to get her attention. Her gaze snapped to him, and while she tried to regain her neutral expression, she was sure she wasn’t fully successful.
He chuckled, and his mouth arched into a cruel grin.
“I’m glad to see you appreciate the work I’ve put into this unworthy pile of meat. She’s been reshaped to fit my needs and is truly happy for the first time in her life. Aren’t you Cunt Two?”
The woman nodded robotically and replied in a flat, broken voice, as if she was reading from a script, “Yes Master, I am the worthless whore I was always meant to be and I am truly happy.”
Keith’s grin grew impossibly wider. “You see? I do my best to please those that belong to me. I am truly generous, aren’t I?” He looked pointedly at Melissa as he spoke, clearly expecting an answer.
Her voice cracked as she spoke but she made herself reply, “Yes Master. It is as you say, you are truly generous.”
He turned and gestured to the third woman, the other one she didn’t recognize. “This is Cunt One, my first slave and truly a work of art. You agree, don’t you?”
Melissa stared at the woman and nearly retched.
Her body was a mass of scars. She looked like she’d been cut everywhere on her body repeatedly and stitched up badly. Again and again, until no square inch of her body was free of scars. Both ears were pierced and had at least ten studs in each one. A large ring that looked like it was designed for an actual cow hung from her nose.
Melissa’s gaze drifted lower and nearly gasped as she saw that one nipple was completely gone, again looking as if it had been chewed off by a wild animal. The other was permanently twisted and deformed, covered in permanent bite marks. Metal bands circled the base of her breasts, pushing them out painfully.
Everywhere there were bite marks, burn marks, badly healed cuts, and places where it looked like the flesh had been gouged out and then healed over poorly. There was a rough tattoo on her stomach that said “Keith’s Cunt”.
Her knees were also spread and she saw that both labia were pierced with innumerable interlocking rings, effectively sealing her closed.
“Cunt One. Stand up and show your new slave sister your backside.” Keith ordered.
The woman stood on shaky limbs, clearly favoring one leg, and turned around.
Melissa was beyond horrified now, and she was starting to just feel numb. The sheer sadistic cruelty on display was just too much to process.
The woman’s back was another mass of scars, with a tattoo on her lower back, an arrow then text, absurdly reading “Keith’s Happy Hidey Hole”.
Her ass was stretched open by a butt plug, but this one was metal, and hollow in the center, giving a clear view inside the woman’s anal cavity.
Melissa couldn’t look at it any longer and turned away retching.
Keith giggled. An actual, amused giggle. Melissa looked at him horrified, disgust etched on her face.
“I’m glad you appreciate the work I’ve put into this little project. It’s so nice to have my efforts recognized.” He looked at Cunt One and his face turned to a mask of rage. “And it’s what you deserved, isn’t it Veronica? You cheating whore!” He bellowed, making everyone in the room flinch.
Cunt One, formerly known as Veronica, flinched but nodded her head. She did not speak. Melissa wasn’t sure if she’d been ordered not to, or if she was physically incapable.
Abruptly his body relaxed, and he turned back to Melissa. His wide grin was pure evil, she saw that now, and she backed away involuntarily.
His face darkened. Don’t move!” He ordered. Melissa froze, unable to move, barely breathing.
His control over her was absolute, she knew that now. She knew if he wanted to torture and damage her like the other women, she’d let him, and even beg for it if he wanted her to. Tears ran freely down her face as she began to realize the position she was now in.
He stepped close to her and circled her slowly. Examining her.
“You are my property.” He stated, then stared at her, cocking his head to the side slightly, clearly waiting for a response.
“Yes, Master.”
You love me, more than life itself.”
“Yes, Master.”
“You will do whatever it takes to make me happy.”
“Yes, Master.”
He stopped in front of her. He pointed to Amber, whose skin so far looked unblemished, her eyes still flickering with life.
“If I told you to carve my name into her skin you would do it, wouldn’t you?”
Swallowing the bile in the back of her throat she replied, “Yes Master.”
Her eyes flicked to Amber, and she saw she was trembling slightly, but her eyes remained forward and her body didn’t move.
Keith snapped his fingers in front of her face. “Don’t you dare look away when I’m talking to you.” He growled. “I won’t tell you again.”
She stared directly at him, her fight or flight response screaming at her to flee, to run away as fast as she possibly could, but even focusing all her will on it, she could not make her body move.
He took a deep breath and relaxed slightly.
“You’ll learn, just like the others. I’m getting bored with One and Two, so I need new projects to focus on. You and Amber are those projects.”
He started pacing, inspecting each woman as he passed.
“This one is a waste of flesh.” He said indicated Veronica, the woman labeled Cunt One. “She betrayed me, made me so angry, made me do this to her.”
He pointed at Dr. Greenwood, now known as Cunt Two.
“She tried to ruin my GPA, so I had to make sure she knew her place. Nothing but a canvas for me to set my art upon.” He flicked his fingers over her piercings as he said ‘art’, emphasizing the word heavily.
He then moved in front of Amber.
“This adorable little creature I’ve left alone so far. An empty canvas. She even has her original name, for now. I was going to name her Cunt Three, but she decided to be snarky and tell me how predictable and boring that was, so I’ve been working on some ideas for something better. I’m leaning towards ‘Lord Keith’s Three Hole Cumslut’, or just Cumslut for short.”
He turned to Melissa and grinned, “I’ll be sure to get the name tattooed in nice big block letters, so she never forgets.”
Amber flinched, and for a moment, Melissa saw a look of rage and defiance flash across her face while Keith’s back was to her, but it was only for a moment and had disappeared by the time he looked back.
Dismissing Amber with a wave he stepped to Melissa and kissed her on the lips gently, almost lovingly.
“I have big plans for you though. When I’m done, I expect your entire body will be a beautiful work of art. My design, my brand, forever marked on your flesh.”
He kissed her again and smiled, but this time the smile reached his eyes, and the sadistic glee she saw there was the most terrifying thing she’d seen tonight.
“I’ve gotten quite good at piercings, as you can see, and I intend to find out just how many piercings, implants, tattoos, and ‘enhancements’ your body can take before it gives out.”
She shuddered and broke out in a cold sweat. He looked pleased by her reaction.
Then, like flipping a switch, he was back to his normal, ‘Mr. Average’ persona. All signs of the madness inside him are hidden behind a mask. He looked forgettable, mundane, harmless.
He strode to the end of the room, and in a very business-like manner indicated the fourth bed.
“Now, this bed is yours. You’ll find your collar in the nightstand drawer. Put it on before you sleep tonight. From now on your name will be Scarlet, as that will be the predominant color I use on your canvas.”
He then looked her in the eye. “What is your name?”
“Scarlet, Master.” She replied.
He smiled broadly, “Excellent. Now two rules supersede all others. Two rules that you must never forget. Breaking them won’t even occur to you, the thought alone is terrifying. These rules are now an unbreakable chain around your heart and soul.”
“First rule. You may never talk to anyone outside this room, except for me.”
Second rule. You may not damage or destroy me or any of my property.”
He paused, “Just for reference, my property means this house, and everything in it, including you and your sister slaves. Understand?”
She nodded and he clapped his hands loudly, startling her. “Excellent! Now that that’s settled, I’m giving all four of you control of your bodies and all of your memories back for the next hour, just to let you get acquainted. Just follow the rules I’ve given each of you.” He stepped swiftly out of the room and as the door closed she heard the bar slam on the outside, sealing them in.
Melissa felt her muscles relax and she was able to move again. Veronica, who had been standing the entire time gave a pained moan and collapsed on her bed. Dr. Greenwood simply slumped in place and stared vacantly at nothing, eyes glazed.
Amber however stood, a little unsteadily, and came over to Melissa, wrapping an arm around her in a gentle hug. “I’m so sorry, but we will get out of here. Do not give up yet. Do you hear me?”
When Melissa nodded she continued. “Good, we need to be strong and healthy so we can take the opportunity when we can. He’s too arrogant, and he will make a mistake eventually. We just have to survive until then.”
Clinging to the comforting human contact, Melissa finally allowed herself to break down, and she began sobbing in earnest. Amber guided her to the bed and sat her down, and sitting beside her, began rubbing Melissa’s back in a comforting gesture. She didn’t need to say anything more, she just let Melissa cry until she’d run out of tears.