Imprisonment

Chapter Two -- Salvation
Several days later, I finally woke up. I had no sense of time and I had no idea how long I had been where I now was. The first thing that I noticed was that the pain had lessened and I was no longer having constant orgasms. Then I noticed that I could feel. I still hurt so bad that I felt like I might pass out. Every muscle screamed out in pain. I slowly opened my eyes. I was no longer bound up. I was lying in a bed in a darkened room. I couldn’t see where I was.

“Lights low.”

As the lights slowly came on I saw that I was in a bedroom. I could hear the constant low hum and grumble of an engine, so I knew that I had to be on a ship of some kind. I was bandaged and clean. My back hurt the worst were they had whipped me. I rolled over onto my side, gasping at the pain that shot through my body. I could barely move. I tried looking at the wounds that I could see without moving too much. I peeked under the bandages on my wrists. My wrists looked pretty bad to me. They were raw and sore and oozing puss. I had nearly rubbed the skin off of them down to the bone. That would explain why my ankles hurt just as bad, I must have done the same thing to them. My mouth and jaw were sore and raw, my lips cracked, even my teeth hurt. I must have been chewing at the bit and trying to get it off of me. I knew that I had cuts and bruises all over my body. I remembered them using me as a punching bag. I had enjoyed all of it because of the juice. I thought that may have been the worst part of my punishment, making me enjoy it. The worst after-effect of the juice itself was that my body was still a bundle of raw nerve endings, only now they only registered pain, not pleasure. I knew that I was lucky to have survived. People had died from much smaller doses than mine; they couldn’t deal with that much pleasure coursing through their bodies. And they didn’t have the added pain of being strapped up like a gutted pig, or having been tortured and whipped after it had been spread on. The warden had said that I would hang there like that until I died.

I’d never been in that kind of situation before. The worst thing that I’d experienced up to then was the ridicule of my classmates because I was a bookworm and the occasional twisted ankle. I was a librarian, and I hadn’t even read about most of the stuff that I’d been through since my disastrous date, let alone experienced. The only reason that I knew about the juice was that it was in the news all the time.

I couldn’t remember much of my captivity after they had spread what was euphemistically called ‘love juice’ all over me. Something that had originally been created as an aphrodisiac, but in my case had been used as a torture device. One drop could bring someone’s passion higher than they had ever imagined, but they could control themselves somewhat. It had been banned in almost all but the worst star systems since people had started using it to take advantage of others. Make you like it while they raped you, make you beg for it, want it. I knew that they must have just left me there to go through the pain and the orgasms alone, after they had tortured me and whipped me and I’d enjoyed it. At the time leaving me alone without touch was worse than taking me and raping me, but now, I was eternally grateful that they hadn’t stayed and used me as they wanted to. I didn’t think that I could stand the memory of that. Dealing with what I had gone through was bad enough, those memories might have killed me. The warden had ordered that I be left alone and untouched to suffer through it. I felt between my legs. It didn’t hurt; it didn’t feel like I’d been used at all. I said a silent prayer of thanks to whoever might be listening.

I tried to remember what had happened and why I had been released. Through the haze of an orgasm and pain wracked memory, I vaguely remembered someone coming to me and taking off my ear plugs and asking me a question, then letting me go. I couldn’t remember anything after that until I woke up here. I could hear the engine rumbling through the ship and I wondered where they were taking my now. I thought about how I had gotten myself into this predicament.

I’d accepted a date with the warden of the slam on my planet, Gedda Prime. He was nice, very charming and not all that bad looking. After we’d gone out to eat, he’d asked me if I would like to come over to his place. I’d said yes, but when we got there things had turned bad almost immediately. He was an extreme sadist and wanted to do things to me, bad things. I knew that things were going to go bad when he brought out the knife. He’d beaten me, bound me and tortured me a bit, and then he’d had me give him head. I’d nearly bitten his dick off in an effort to get away from him. He’d back-handed me into a wall and I’d been knocked out. When I woke up I was deep in the belly of his prison. I was strapped up, gagged and blindfolded with love juice spread all over me and tortured almost beyond the point of no return.

He thought that he’d have a victim that was too compliant and “innocent” to refuse him since I was alone and a little lonely. Unknown to me, I fit his victim profile like a glove. But while I’d turned out to be as innocent as he’d hoped, I also knew what I did and did not like, and wasn’t afraid to voice my dislike.

I was horribly confused now. He had sworn that I would die, and I knew that I was going to, but here I was, on a ship, alive and bandaged and apparently free. I was trying to figure out exactly what the person that had released me had said to me, but I couldn’t remember. I slowly drifted back to sleep, still exhausted from my ordeal.