Raw Satisfaction Ch. 4 (Nicola Cavanis)

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Raw Satisfaction Ch. 4
Starring: Nicola Cavanis

Themes: Romance, Breakup, Adventure, Mystery, BDSM

Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal. Please do not copy this story to any site without my permission.

This story was commissioned by my great friend Angry Dutchman. We hope that you enjoy the turn of the plot. Go back and read the other parts to catch up. Part 1, 2, 3.



Miami, Florida

Cool air swept through the room, relieving all feelings of morning heat. Summer had come and gone, but in Miami it remained hot. By 7 AM, one had an idea of what to expect throughout the day. This was something Nicola Cavanis had learned to appreciate in the passing months as she stayed in Florida. Her ongoing FansOnly career had given her much to think about over time. Nicola knew it would likely be the subject early in this meeting with Marcel. When she woke up, the first thing she did was text him. He didn't reply. Marcel proved to be a man of action instead. His way of responding was to show up outside her apartment and beep the horn. She grabbed her purse after slipping on her white stilettos. A green tank-top and black mini-skirt made up Nicola's casual wear of the day. With her phone in hand, she was out the door.

An hour later they were seated across from one another in a cafe. The ride across town was quiet. Only once did Marcel comment on how he knew all the good places across the Downtown area. Nicola didn't reply back. She left him to concentrate on the road as she watched the sidewalks and pedestrians pass by in a slow blur. Early morning traffic proved to be busy. Nicola didn't notice until they reached a four-way. Every lane was filled with cars and trucks. The traffic lights were constantly shifting from green to red. Despite this small inconvenience, Marcel didn't complain. The silver Pontiac had become as much a part of Nicola's life as it was of Axel's. This was the first time in a few months since she was last alone with Marcel. There were many things for them to discuss. Nicola took the time to think about how her life in Miami came to be, all thanks from meeting him on one night in a bar. She liked to consider it a lucky break for both of them.

Underneath his dark eyes and the wrinkles across his aging face was something else. Nicola thought about what kind of man Marcel was deep down as she sat across from him. She had already seen some parts of him from their shared intimacy, but it wasn't enough. There was something more under the surface from his time spent as a detective. His past was a mystery she wished to unravel some day in the future. Her empty cup sat on the table. Across from them to the left was an uncovered window. Marcel glanced across the glass, looking beyond his reflection. Both of them could see the car parked close by near the sidewalk. A few creases were visible at the front of his white collared shirt. It went well with a pair of black slacks, despite the high temperatures outside. Marcel was always one to dress respectfully, even if this was a simple morning spent between two friends. His eyes found Nicola's face as she gazed back at him.

"You have a lot on your mind."

"How do you know?"

"I can tell from that look you're giving me."

She laughed, breaking eye contact with him for a brief moment. As she glanced down at the table, Nicola made a small smile on her lips.

"I forget that you're good at reading people like this."

"I did it for twenty-six years. You can't hide your emotions from me. What's eating you up, Nicola?"

"Many things."

"Oh, yeah? What kind of things? Tell me."

Placing her hands on the table, Nicola closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh. Upon reopening her eyes, she began to speak.

"I guess I should start from the beginning. You know I have been working with Axel for some time now."

Marcel grabbed his cup of coffee. He nodded to Nicola as he raised the edge to his lips and took in a large sip. She continued on speaking.

"You were right about his talent. He is a good photographer and we are doing fine work with my FansOnly business. I want to go in a new direction though."

Nodding to her words, Marcel chimed in.

"So you're thinking about turning things up a few notches."

"Yes. I want to cross some new boundaries."

Raising her arms, Nicola rested her elbows on the table. She gently pressed her hands and fingers together while looking into his eyes as he replied.

"Define boundaries."

"Okay, I guess I will be blunt about this. I want to try something involving restraints. I want to wear them."

He smiled back at her.

"Have you asked Axel about this?"

"No. I'm asking you because you were once a cop. You know how to use handcuffs."

Marcel laughed.

"I remember you hinting at this a while back."

"You have a good memory."

Nodding again at her, he carried on speaking.

"I remember everything you've ever asked me. So, why aren't you asking Axel to do this for you?"

"I don't know. I want to do this with you instead of him."

"But you don't know why?"

Shaking her head, Nicola dropped her eyes to the table. She figured he would pick up on the brief seconds of avoiding eye contact. Marcel must have been a master at interrogations in his police days. His eyes alone were powerful enough to make Nicola feel quiet judgments from within.

"Are you wanting to make triple-X content to put up on your FansOnly? Or is this just to experiment in the bedroom?"

"I'm leaning more towards the second option."

With a sigh, she explained.

"Right now, I'm happy with the income my FansOnly is generating. Axel is a great photographer. But I feel the need to explore and learn more about myself."

"So you want to experiment by playing bondage games."

"Yes."

"What makes you think I'm the one to do that for you?"

His question was warranted. Nicola had to think of a response that would satisfy Marcel's curiosity. As she gazed into his eyes, she thought about the kind of man he was under the surface. There was so much more to him that he didn't show. The background of his former life led Nicola to believe he had many secrets. Some of which were likely dark and the kind of subjects he wouldn't talk about to someone he didn't trust. Nicola believed that she was one of the few people in Marcel's life that he did hold dearly to his heart.

"There's something about you that makes me wonder. I don't know how to explain it to you. I can just look at you and tell that you've seen more than your fair share of bad things. You were a cop after all."

"Yes, I was. I've seen my fair share of life in a way that you haven't. The same can be said for Axel."

"You're not that old, Marcel."

He raised a finger to correct her.

"I've been married and divorced. That's not something either you or he has been through. You're young and have much in life ahead of you. So you have plenty of time to experiment with him."

Throughout this conversation, Nicola noticed that Marcel continuously shifted the subject back to Axel. She didn't understand what he was trying to say. If this was his way of avoiding a potential romantic connection between them, Marcel had done his job. She didn't see a reason to pursue love with him. At the same time, Nicola had her doubts regarding Axel's commitment. She considered her thoughts before replying directly.

"I get what you're saying. But I want to experiment with you?"

"Why me?"

"I trust you. That's one good reason."

"And what's the other one?"

Letting out a sigh, Nicola looked into his eyes and smiled.

"I want to know what kind of man you are behind closed doors. I'm not talking about sex either. I know you have your own secrets. Cops like you have your own code of honor. You might call it the thin blue line."

Marcel chuckled.

"You watch too many movies."

"Am I right? That's the important thing."

"We keep secrets, yes. I'm not going to lie to you about that. But how does this relate to you wanting to be restrained?"

"It's my fantasy. When I asked you about handcuffs months ago, this is what I was thinking about."

"Oh, I see."

Laughing at him, Nicola watched as he shifted his elbows from the table. More people entered the cafe, talking in the background. The ambience didn't bother Marcel at all. He was focused entirely on Nicola and her green eyes glaring back at him. He took one final sip from his cup before setting it down for good. After swallowing, Marcel spoke again.

"You're right to mention the code. It's a brotherhood... and a sisterhood. We do have our secrets that we don't share with anyone else in the force. I haven't worn a badge in some years, but I still wake up every day as if I were still a cop. It's something I can never let go. It's still my life, you know?"

Nicola rested her head in her left palm. Her eyes never glanced away as he continued on.

"I've used handcuffs on girls like you before. There was another detective who did something similar. I suppose I could arrange something for you. But I would prefer that you do this with Axel instead of me."

"Why him?"

"I've already told you before. You're young and need to live life. I'm just an old burnt out cop. Think about it from my perspective, Nicola. Someone like me doesn't have much of a life ahead of him. I'm going to die knowing every murder that happened in Coconut Grove. That's not something I'd wish on you or Axel. If you want my advice, I think you should tell him about your fantasy."

Blinking her eyes a few times, Nicola let out a sigh. She gazed down at the table once again. Before she could reply, Marcel spoke again.

"I can see you're frustrated. Is there something you're not telling me? Are you having problems with Axel right now?"

"No. I just don't know if he's serious about being with me."

"He's in love with you."

"Did Axel tell you that?"

"No, I can just tell from observing him."

"But if he didn't tell you himself, how would you really know?"

"That's a fair point, Nicola. I must remind you again that he's a young man. We don't express ourselves well around women. Sometimes, all a man needs is the right woman to give him some confidence."

Her lower lip fell. For a few seconds, Nicola was at a loss for words. When she returned eye contact, she felt that Marcel was studying her. He seemed to be waiting on her to say something, so she blurted out what she truly desired.

"I want to be chained up and blindfolded. Most of all, I want you to be the one to do it."

"You're a kinky girl, you know that?"

She blushed, trying to contain her smile. The flash of her teeth made Marcel grin.

"I'll tell you something that I've never told Axel. There's a place across town that was once a safehouse back when I was in the force."

"What do you mean by safehouse? Was it owned by the police department?"

"Yes. It was part of Vice and their own witness protection program. It's a big house in an upscale neighborhood."

Describing the neighborhood as 'upscale' was Marcel's way of avoiding the actual location. Nicola easily picked up on this small detail.

"Another detective who was a good friend of mine built a special place there."

"Was he your partner?"

Marcel shook his head. Nicola spoke with another question.

"What was his name?"

"I'm not telling you. All I can say is that he's not alive anymore."

"What happened to him?"

"He was killed in the line of duty. Same as his partner."

The smile fell from Nicola's face.

"I'm sorry you lost your friend. So what happened to this safehouse?"

"Another officer bought it. My buddy built his own playroom down in the basement. He used to keep some of his more important witnesses down there. People who needed to be protected before trials. The chains are still hanging from the ceiling and all the other tools."

"So your friend had a kink room, so to speak."

Marcel smirked.

"If you want to call it that, sure."

Laughing again, Nicola shook her head. This revelation confirmed one of her deepest suspicions. She always knew there had to be something dark inside him. Marcel's words filled her imagination with many dirty thoughts.

"There's only three people today who have a key to that house. I'm one of them. The other is the owner and his brother. We're not cops anymore, but we're still brothers."

Nicola grinned at him.

"The thin blue line in action. So what's the catch? I feel you're going to offer me something I can't refuse."

"You seem eager to try something new. I can give you what you want. But you have to know the rules first. Once you get locked up, you won't be leaving for at least a week."

Every word Marcel spoke was a stark warning to tell her what she was getting herself into. Nicola remained quiet, listening to him.

"If you think you can handle it, I'm willing to play your fantasy. If you can last a whole week, I'll share my secrets with you. I'll tell you whatever you want to know about me and my old job. So if you really want to know why I'm not a cop anymore, this will be your chance."

He raised his right index finger at her.

"But there's one thing first. I want you to talk to Axel. Whatever your problem is with him, you need to work it out. He's in love with you. Maybe you should try to get him to say it."

With a smile, he finished his statement.

"If all else fails and you really want to do this, then you can call me and I'll see to arranging it. Just know that you'll be expected to follow the rules. I won't do it unless you are fully committed."

She had much to think about from his words. Nicola could see that Marcel valued her beyond a friend. Had she been any other woman in his life, he may not have hesitated at making her this offer. It was a subtle hint of his own dark nature. Marcel left the ball entirely in her court. She had the choice to be locked up in chains if she so desired it. When they left the cafe, she wasn't in the mood to continue the conversation in the car. Marcel didn't speak again. He left her to her own thoughts, knowing that she would take her time to consider her options. Nicola wondered how many women before her had been locked in this safehouse. Could this be the reason he was divorced? For a moment, she wondered about his wife. The more she learned about Marcel, the more of a mystery he became to her. His offer came with the price of potentially losing Axel. Nicola couldn't ignore how much he attempted to shift their discussion to the other man in her life.

Maybe there was a reason to that. Nicola tried to ignore her feelings for Axel to focus on Marcel instead. She found his outlook on life to be defeatist. Something in his life must have broken him inside. She wasn't sure that it was a divorce that made him this way. Losing his badge must have also taken his soul away. Her own BDSM fantasies were only a part of the puzzle. The fact Marcel offered her a choice made Nicola see beyond his attraction to her. She couldn't shake the feeling that had she been another woman, the simple choice would've been a conundrum. He seemed to want her to consider Axel more than himself. The more Nicola thought about him, the more she wondered if he would make a move on her. She wanted Axel to be more than just a photographer in her life. Could he see beyond that and express his feelings? Perhaps Marcel had a point with his advice. It was up to her. Nicola had to try and force Axel to reveal his true feelings for her.

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1 DAY LATER

Following Marcel's advice, Nicola arranged a date to be alone with Axel. It was her idea to have them go out and enjoy lunch together. She had not seen him much in the past week. Axel claimed he was busy preparing her next photo set to go up on her FansOnly profile. It was the only subject he talked about throughout the day. Outside, the wind blew through his short hair. He shaved before going out with her. A yellow T-shirt hugged his chubby frame, matching with a pair of white shorts and flip-flops. Nicola wore a red tank top and white pants matching her sneakers. After she mentioned going out to eat, Axel offered a reservation at a diner around South Beach. It was away from the tourist attractions along Ocean Drive. The destination was south along that street, leading down Inlet Boulevard, where a row of condos sat near a visible park. Nicola called for an Uber driver to deliver them there on time.

Axel called ahead of time to arrange seats for them to eat outside. The diner was close by one of the luxury condos to the east. This gave them a great view of South Pointe Park and the lighthouse on the edge. Had Nicola worn heels, she could imagine them clicking and clacking across the square tiles dividing the lines of grass. Nicola watched people walking across the tiles as they ventured into the park. She saw a man and woman holding hands, walking together in stride. Their figures became a silhouette in the distance. The tiny figures made Nicola think of something she wanted in life. If only that was her and Axel together. She stood on the edge of the balcony while he was seated at the round-shaped table. A waiter had yet to arrive and take their order. Other tables were occupied by couples chatting amongst themselves. Another breeze of wind, and seagulls could be heard from close by. When she turned around, Axel was focused on his phone held in both hands. Nicola sighed at his distracted state.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm texting a friend of mine about something."

"About what?"

"Oh, nothing. I'm seeing if he has time tonight to play a game with me."

His eyes didn't move away from the screen. That only annoyed Nicola further. She sat down across from him and placed her elbows on the table, looking back at his face. Axel finally set the phone down when he noticed her green hues glaring back at him.

"What's the matter, babe? You look mad."

"I'm a little frustrated right now, but I'm not mad. Not at all."

"Why is that?"

"I don't know, Axel. Maybe you can tell me. We haven't gone out like this in quite some time, and here you are too busy texting on your phone."

Rolling his eyes, Axel let out a loud sigh.

"At least I get busy. You know, I can't say the same for you."

Nicola raised an eyebrow at him.

"You can't? Enlighten me then."

"Where do you want me to start? First off, you barely do FO work."

"Barely?"

"Yeah. You know I'm right. We shoot hundreds of photos, that way they can be split into multiple sets and uploaded every week or so. You get to sit back and wait while people pay for it on the profile. That's how the business works."

She crossed her arms over her chest, pressing against her breasts. Nicola glanced away as he went on complaining.

"It's like you don't care about modelling anymore. Don't you want to be a real model?"

"A real model?"

"Yeah. You heard me right. You only work sporadically. I wish you would stop being lazy and take your job seriously."

Strong words cut through the air, causing Nicola to feel a boiling rage inside her. There was something about the way he described a 'real model' that deeply offended her. Nicola took a deep breath before replying.

"What would you know about being a real model? You're the photographer. It's not you having to pose in front of the camera."

"I spend a lot of time online looking at other models. There are some girls that do more work in a week than you do in a month."

"Oh, so that's why you don't want to go any further with me. You're looking at other girls. Is that it?"

"No, I never said that."

Nicola sighed, snapping back at his weak retort.

"You just said that you look at other models. You literally are judging me based on how other girls work!"

"Yeah, because I want you to do more than this! What's wrong with that!? Do you want to just get comfortable with FansOnly and live off that forever!? You should stop being lazy and think about the future. You should be more famous than just being a fucking FansOnly girl!"

Axel's voice raised to the point he was almost yelling over her. Neither of them cared about people close by looking at them. The waiter had yet to arrive, but Nicola had completely lost her appetite. She was angry and willing to take her frustrations out on him.

"And what about you? You're just a bum who lives in the shadow of a great man. If it weren't for Marcel, you wouldn't even know me!"

"You can say the same thing about yourself! Would you even be in Miami if it weren't for him!? What the fuck would you have as a career right now if it weren't for me and him? I've done more for you than anyone else in this town."

Rising up from her chair, Nicola heard enough. She wasn't going to sit here and get screamed at by him. She turned her back and began to stomp off.

"Where are you going?"

Axel's question made her stop and turn around. The least she could do was get the final word in.

"I've lost my appetite. I'm going back home. I thought we were going to talk about our relationship, but instead you just want to argue about my career. I'm done! You can spend the rest of your day looking at other girls, daydreaming about them taking you up as a photographer."

The anger in her voice was strong enough to hold back the wave of tears. Nicola felt a tingling pain in her heart. As she turned around, she ran off without a second thought. Axel was left alone at the table. He could call an Uber driver or hail a taxi to get back home. What did she care? That was the same thing she would be doing in the following minutes. Nicola didn't want to waste any more time in this place. Once she was outside the restaurant, she gazed around the palm trees to the park. The wind rustled them to the left side. Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm her nerves as she felt the rush of heavy emotions. Marcel was the first person she thought of after leaving Axel behind. All of his words were beginning to sting as the heartache sank in within a few minutes. Nicola knew she had to get away from here and back to her apartment. That was the only thing that mattered as she reached inside her purse and clutched her phone.

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9 HOURS LATER

Back at the apartment, Nicola was left alone in her thoughts. She went through her emotional breakdown out of sight from any unwanted witnesses. The time she spent in her bedroom and bathroom, she kept the phone close by. Deep down, she was hoping Axel would've reached out to her and apologized. Not a single notification was received in the passing hours. After a long hot bath, Nicola began to think about Marcel again. It would be easier to get over Axel if she allowed him to lock her up. Her fantasy now outweighed the future of a lasting relationship. The more time ticked away on the clock, the more Nicola felt the need to reach out. He was the only man she wanted to talk after today's terrible event. She waited until the night grew. Nicola was confident that he would be awake in the midnight hours to answer her call. Only after she enjoyed a late night snack did she finally grab the phone and go to her bedroom. She stood at the edge of her bed, wearing only a black robe, when she raised the phone to her ear and listened to him answer.

"Nicola?"

"Hey Marcel, it's me."

"You're calling me late again."

"I knew you would be up."

"Right. So this must be an important call. What's going on?"

"I went out with Axel today. It didn't go so well. You told me to do that first before I make a decision on your offer."

"You're right. That was only yesterday. Have you given this much thought since then?"

"Yes."

A quick answer followed with a deep breath. Since Marcel didn't immediately respond, Nicola felt he was waiting on her to speak again.

"I want you to lock me up."

"You've thought long and hard about this?"

"Yes, I have. I did what you asked by seeing Axel first."

"I know. He's quite upset right now."

"Oh, is he? Imagine how I feel. I doubt he's thought about my feelings at all today."

Pausing for a moment, Nicola awaited a response. Several seconds went by without Marcel speaking a single word. She interrupted the silence with a new question.

"I want to do this. I'm ready to be your prisoner."

"Okay, Nicola. I can begin arranging things tomorrow, unless you want to get the ball rolling tonight."

"Let's start now. Do you want to meet me somewhere?"

"I'll meet you."

"Where?"

"Bicentennial Park. Look for a black van. That will be me."

He hung up, leaving her in silence to think about her decision. Nicola moved the phone away from her ear and sighed. So this was the first order from Marcel. He didn't say anything else, so she figured she could pick whatever outfit to go out in. Without a car, Nicola figured she would be making a third Uber call before the day ended.

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1 HOUR LATER

Bicentennial Park was located north of Downtown Miami on Biscayne Boulevard. Before she made the call for an Uber driver, Nicola looked up the location on her phone. It would be a short drive from her apartment. She decided to take her time, digging through her clothes to find an outfit suitable for Marcel's taste. She imagined the outfit would be on the floor of the safehouse within minutes, but it was still better to wear something that would be taken off. Black pants and a matching tank top were her outfit of choice. The top displayed her cleavage and stomach. The same sneakers she wore earlier today fit back on her feet with a pair of white socks. In different circumstances, she had the perfect outfit for a night out jogging. Nicola decided to leave her purse and phone behind. She left the apartment carrying bills of cash folded to pass along to her Uber driver. Outside, she waited near the sidewalk for the black car to pull up.

It was a quiet ride across town. Nicola didn't engage in any kind of conversation. The driver was an older man with a grey beard and fading hair. He didn't seem like the talkative type. Outside her window, Miami took on a different vibe at night. The streetlights showed the way along with the glaring car lights visible from the distance. When she stepped out of the car into the blackness of night, Nicola gazed at the empty park. She didn't see a van in sight, but that didn't mean it wasn't there. If Marcel was going to make her search for him, she hoped the van wouldn't blend in with the darkness of the surrounding park. As the Uber car drove away, she glanced behind her to take one last look at the city. It would likely be the last time she saw the tall buildings, at least for seven days. Swallowing her breath, Nicola listened to the ambience of the night as she stepped forward. She began to walk around the park, moving across the tiled walkways. Off to the right side, she spotted a large black van. That had to be the ride she was waiting for. She ran towards it, clearing her throat to speak.

"Marcel? Is that you?"

The side door of the van slid open. Marcel revealed himself in a shiny blue jumpsuit. He smiled at Nicola as he stepped out of the van. His right hand was positioned behind his back.

"Hello Nicola. Are you ready to go?"

Nodding her head, she smiled.

"Yes."

"You've come this far. Once you get in the van, there is no going back."

A jingling sound was heard as Marcel revealed his right hand. A pair of handcuffs glimmered in the darkness of night. Nicola smirked at the sight, willing to play along to her fantasy with the former cop.

"I guess I'm under arrest now, officer."

She stepped closer, holding out her hands for him to cuff. Marcel grabbed her right arm and gently moved it behind her back. The grin was still on her face as the cold metal steel locked around her wrist. He secured the other cuff, locking her hands behind her back while Nicola gazed into the van. The interior design was nothing fancy. Only leather seats in the back. Marcel guided her inside to sit down. He then grabbed the seat belt to fasten it. When the lock clicked in place, Nicola watched him lean over into the front seats of the van. Marcel returned with a bottle of water in his right hand.

"I want to put you to sleep. You'll wake up in the safehouse in the morning. Are you fine with that?"

"How are you going do this?"

"I have a few pills for you."

He held out his left hand, moving his fingers to reveal two blue capsules.

"We'll do it this way only if you want to. You can say no if you're not comfortable with this."

Nicola looked into his eyes and nodded her head.

"I can handle it. Will I wake up in a bed?"

"You will."

"Okay then. Go ahead and give me the pills."

"Just open up wide for me."

Parting her lips, Nicola slid out her tongue for him to place the pills. Once he did, she returned her tongue into her mouth. Marcel unscrewed the cap of the bottle and moved it to her lips. The water was cold, rushing down her throat with the pills. Nicola closed her eyes and swallowed the large swig of water.

"Relax. Try to think of something happy, lest you wake up in a nightmare."

Words of advice were the only thing Marcel left her with. He climbed out of the van and shut the side door. By the time he entered the driver's side, Nicola's vision began to blur. She could only see light from the windshield of the van. There was nothing else she could make out beyond the shifting colors. The sound of the motor cranking was distorted into strange noises. By the time Marcel pulled out into the streets, her eyes were closed, and she drifted off into a deep slumber.

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1 DAY LATER

Monday

A white light was shining from above in a hazy vision. As Nicola opened her eyes, she came to see the object as a fluorescent tube embedded into the ceiling. She raised herself up, soon realizing that her immediate surroundings were that of a prison cell. The east wall was gray steel bars with a sliding door. Beyond the bars, she could only see darkness. Above, the light was dim, only illuminating the center of the room and not the corners. Nicola grasped a white blanket that covered her legs. She threw it off, revealing herself to be fully clothed in last night's outfit. The air was cool, leaving her to guess it to be a lower temperature. Off to the right side of the room was a metal toilet and sink. She assumed it to be a standard unit used in most prison cells. Directly next to it was a small wooden stool and table connected to the wall. A rectangular-shaped mirror hung on the wall. The walls were a dark grey color, matching the concrete flooring below.

Never in her life had seen the color grey appear so oppressive as now. Had she not remembered the events of the previous twelve hours, Nicola would've believed she was in some kind of underground prison. Rising up from the bed, she noticed her feet were without shoes. The surface of the floor was cold under her toes. Nicola stepped towards the small table. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, then noticed below it was a row of tiny bottles. Lipstick, nail polish, and other cosmetics. She realized that this was meant to be a makeup table. Other than that, she had no other personal belongings in the cell. Stepping closer to the door, her hands gripped the metal bars. Nicola pulled at it to discover the door was indeed locked. As she gazed into the darkness, she wondered why her cell light was on but nothing else. Where was Marcel in all of this? Could he be waiting in the shadows? A few questions ran through her mind. All answers would come soon enough. As Nicola tugged at the bars, she called out.

"Marcel? Hello? Anyone home?"

Her voice echoed in the distance. No reply was spoken for several seconds. Nicola sighed, listening to the sound of her own breathing.

"You've finally awakened."

Marcel's voice was low, calling out from somewhere. Nicola glanced around, unable to see anything in the darkness beyond her cell.

"Marcel... is that you?"

"Who else would it be?"

The tone of his voice delivered the short response with mockery.

"Did you sleep well, Nicola?"

"I guess so. I didn't have any dreams, if that's what you're wondering."

"You're about to be living in one starting today."

His voice shifted, becoming more stern as it echoed throughout the room.

"Are you ready to step into a dark place?"

She sighed at his pointless question.

"Yes. I've been ready, and I think you know that. Let me out."

"Oh, you are all too eager. I will tell you right now that you give no orders. I'm the only one who has any say here. The first thing I want you to do is strip naked. Take off all your clothes right now."

Marcel's command was spoken sternly. Nicola let go of the bars and began to undress. She started with her pants, shoving them to the floor. A black matching thong covered her pussy. Nicola wondered if he could see her in the distance as she pushed it down. She turned to the right side, revealing her thick ass. Her crop top was next to go. She pulled it off along with her black bra.

"Bring your clothes out of the cell. You won't be wearing anything while you're down here."

Did that mean he could see her undress? Nicola thought to herself as she bent over to grab her thong and discarded pants. She stood in front of the door. With the sound of a click it slid open to the left. Marcel must have used a remote or some other device to open it without a key. She could imagine the lock was digital, maybe from a computer.

"Throw your clothes on the floor."

Nicola did as she was told, tossing her bra and shirt first. Both disappeared into the blackness, followed by the rest of her clothing. She couldn't see where they landed. Only a sleeve of her pants was visible on below. The light from her cell offered only a tiny bit of illumination into the corners.

"Step forward into the dark."

Another order that she followed obediently. As Nicola took a few steps into the murk, the light to her cell suddenly went out. She couldn't see anything now. Her first reaction was to panic. Could Marcel see her? What was he up to? More questions that demanded quick answers. As she took a deep breath, she suddenly heard footsteps. With no way to see, she didn't know where he was coming from.

"Don't tense up. Stay calm."

Before Nicola had a chance to react, she felt something covering her eyes. It was a cloth that tied behind her back. She didn't react with any words. A cold hand was felt on her left shoulder, shoving her to walk in a specific direction. Unable to see where she was going, Nicola had to rely on his guiding hand. When she stopped, Nicola felt his hands gently caressing her arms. Marcel raised them into the air.

"Hold still, just like that."

A clinking sound was heard from above. Nicola guessed it was a chain when she felt steel around her left wrist. The noises were followed by a clasp locking around her wrists. Marcel quickly chained her in cuffs that were hanging from the ceiling.

"Before we begin, I want to set the record straight. While you're down here with me, you're no longer a model. Don't think about your life outside of here. It would just be a waste of time. Down here, you are nothing more than a filthy slut. You will become my slut, and I'm going to treat you like one. Do you understand me?"

"Yes."

Her quick reply was met with the feeling of a hand gripping her chin. It was as if he was forcing her to look at him, regardless of the blindfold covering her eyes.

"Yes, what?"

Swallowing her breath, Nicola uttered the first word that came to her mind.

"Yes Sir?"

"That's right. You will call me Sir for the next seven days. When I give you an order, you will reply with a 'yes sir,' and nothing short of that. Other times, you will show how thankful you are by saying 'thank you, sir' to me. Is that understood?"

"Yes Sir."

The chains rattled some more as Nicola twisted her right wrist. She could hear his footsteps as he moved away from her. Another noise was heard, but Nicola was unsure what the sound was.

"Today is the first day of training. We will see if you are a proud slut or not. Can you follow orders?"

"Yes Sir."

"Say it like you mean it, slut!"

"Yes Sir!"

He sighed, then Nicola felt him pulling off the blindfold. Her eyes widened from the light above. The same fluorescent tubes were in the ceiling, but three in a row. Marcel stood firm with one hand planted on his hip. He wore a red robe, undone to reveal his naked body from within. Tossing the blindfold to the floor, he gazed into Nicola's green eyes. The expression on his face was one of determination. No smiles or signs of any joy. This was the dark side of him she had never witnessed until now. Nicola was gazing into the eyes of a soulless man. It would've terrified her if she wasn't turned on by his authoritarian manner. Staring into his eyes, she bit her lower lip and then tried to move her head forward for a kiss. Marcel reached for her chin with his right hand. He gripped her face, opening her mouth into an 'O' as he slowly shook his head.

"No. I don't want to kiss you. Down here, your lips are only good for one thing between your lips. Get used to it. You're nothing but a slut now."

His fingers let go of her mouth. Nicola hung her head in shame, letting out a sigh. Marcel's words sank into her heart with a sharp pain. He was done playing the nice, charming gentleman. The fine man she once met was gone and replaced by something more sinister. Behind Marcel was a wooden table with several tools. She raised her head to see him clenching a black riding crop in his right hand. Marcel gazed at her, patting the leather tip against his left palm. Once, twice, then a third time. The look on his face made her believe he was expecting her to say something.

"Are you going to spank me with that?"

"Yes, I am, slut. Before we begin, I want to leave my mark on you. I'm going to give you something to feel every time you're sitting on your ass all alone in your cell."

Her eyes followed the riding crop. Marcel dangled it to the left, right, and then to the center. He slowly moved it between her thighs, rubbing up and down her left side. She moaned, then he placed the tip against her pink folds. Her wet dew drenched the leather point.

"I see you're ready for this."

"I am, Sir."

Taking a deep breath, Nicola continued.

"I'm ready to be your slut."

"But are you really? That's for me to decide."

Marcel stepped away from her. He placed the riding crop back on the table and grabbed a different tool. A black suede paddle was his new device of choice. His eyes focused on her face, studying her. Nicola blinked again, stilling herself to prevent making any fearful faces. It was best to show bravery in circumstances of incoming pain. On the floor, Nicola could see his shadow cast to the right. Marcel was directly behind her. She closed her eyes in time for the first blow across her ass. Spank! Her body jolted, rattling the chains from the ceiling. Nicola screamed in pain, breathing hard.

"You said you were ready. Does that mean you're ready for the next spank?"

"Yes Sir!"

Another hard smack across her ass followed her words. Nicola clenched her teeth, preventing herself from crying aloud. Without any warning, Marcel delivered a third spank. This one was even harder, striking her full buttocks. The stinging pain made Nicola scream as her eyes watered.

"Does that hurt?"

"Yes! Yes Sir! It stings!"

The tears streamed down her face. Marcel stepped aside, leaning in from her right side to see her face.

"You weren't ready. Why did you lie to me? Do you think I want to stand here and watch you cry?"

He sounded disappointed. That only made Nicola feel worse. Marcel returned the paddle to the table as she cried louder. He stepped back to her with a handkerchief in his hand.

"Calm down. It's okay."

The tone in his voice had completely shifted to a low whisper. He wiped away her tears as Nicola closed her eyes and regained control of her nerves.

"You've never done this before. No man has ever turned you into a slut. It's okay. Now you know that I don't plan to go easy on you."

After cleaning her face, he tossed the cloth back on the table. Nicola raised her head. The chains shook again as she moved her arms around.

"We will do discipline again tomorrow. It will be more than just three licks. I'll make you count my strikes when we do it. But you don't need to worry about that right now. The only thing that matters is pleasuring me. Are you ready to make Sir a happy man?"

Nodding her head, Nicola exhaled a deep breath before replying.

"Yes. Yes, I am, Sir."

"Good. You'll make me very happy if you prove that you can be trained properly. We'll begin with using your mouth. You already know how to suck cock. Let's see if you can suck without the use of your hands. This will be your first test, slut."

Licking her lips, Nicola mentally prepared herself. She was eager to have Marcel's cock in her mouth. So much time had passed since the last time she tasted him. Leaning forward, he unlocked the wrist cuffs. With her arms free, Nicola was unsure how to react. Marcel placed his left hand on her right shoulder.

"On your knees."

From his guiding hand, her knees hit the floor. Marcel dropped the robe to the floor as Nicola gazed at his semi-erect cock. her first instinct was to touch it, but she knew better than to do that after his speech.

"Put your arms behind your back."

Obeying his command, Nicola moaned as she folded her arms directly behind her back. Marcel gripped his cock with his right hand. He used his other hand to press down on her head. Without uttering another word, Nicola opened her mouth wide.

"Keep your hands behind your back. If you can handle this, then I'll give you a small reward."

Her eyes focused on his face as Marcel slowly pushed his cock between her lips. Once it was half way in, he bucked his hips. The initial thrust made her eyes widen. It was a slow push, but Nicola could sense that he was only just getting started. When Marcel planted his other hand on her head, she had some kind of idea of what to expect. This wasn't going to be a normal blowjob. She closed her eyes as he thrust again.

"Don't think about anything else except my dick in your mouth."

Bucking his hips again, Marcel pushed every inch of his cock down her throat. This was the first true test of her gag reflexes. He pulled back and then slammed his cock all the way down. She opened her eyes for a brief second, shutting them again to still herself. Her fingertips pressed into the concrete floor to balance herself. Panic was slightly avoided as Marcel found a rhythm and continued pumping his cock into her mouth. He didn't say anything, nor did he moan as her sucking noises could be heard in the room. Nicola kept her eyes shut, moving her fingers from the floor as she concentrated on sucking. Each thrust he made was harder than the previous one. Marcel exhaled, breathing heavily as he found a new rhythm and began to thrust even faster than before.

"GWAK-GWAK-GWAH-GWAK-GWAK-GWAH!"

Keeping her eyes shut tightly, Nicola could hear all the sloppy sounds generated by her mouth. She couldn't see the excess saliva leaking from both corners of her mouth. In only a few minutes, Marcel's cock was completely drenched in her spit. He slowed his thrusts, pushing every last inch down her throat. Nicola felt his balls rubbing against her chin. Not once did her eyes water up. She wondered if that was due from crying earlier. Marcel groaned and slowly withdrew his cock from her mouth. As her eyes opened, Nicola saw a bubble of spit on the side. Every part of his shaft was drenched in her saliva.

"Spit."

He tilted her head down to make sure she followed his command. Nicola spit hard, breaking a long string of saliva that dripped down between her breasts. If there was a hint of what he wanted next, perhaps that was it. So long as she kept her hands behind her back, Nicola had a strong feeling he would let her use them to play with her tits. Gazing up at him, she stuck her tongue out as an open invitation for him to continue. Marcel took it, guiding his cock back into her mouth again. Nicola's lips enveloped tightly around his pole as he went another round bucking his hips forward.

"GWAK-GWAK-KAH-GWAH-GWAK-KAH-KAH!"

Once more, she closed her eyes to concentrate on his cock pulsing back and forth into her mouth. The head reached the back of her throat, then pulled back and pushed in further. Over and over, he continued to thrust into her mouth, making more slobbering sounds that grew louder with every thrust.

"KAH-GWAK-GWAK-GWAH-GWAK-GWAH!"

After several noises, he suddenly stopped. Marcel withdrew his cock from her mouth again. Drool ran from her lower lip, leaving three strings dangling until they broke off and fell onto her neck and tits.

"Very good. Now you can use your hands and hold your tits. I think you know what to do."

Indeed, she did. Nicola pressed her tits together, rubbing them up and down to smear the saliva down the middle. She waited for him to give further spoken instructions. Marcel didn't. He gripped his cock from the base and guided it towards her breasts. She pulled them apart, offering him a tight passage down the middle. When his cock pushed in, Nicola squeezed her boobs around it. She glanced down, seeing the head of his shaft poking upward. He finally moaned as he thrust forward.

"This is what your tits are made for. Good sluts know how to use them."

Marcel quit thrusting to allow Nicola a chance to prove his statement correct. She picked up right where he left off. Moving her tits up and down, Nicola moaned. She felt every inch of his hard shaft gliding up and down between her tits squeezed tightly around it. As Marcel watched, he nodded in approval.

"You always did know how to use your tits."

"I'm only doing this for you."

He reacted to her words by gripping her chin with his right hand fingers. Marcel tilted her head up, staring into her green eyes. Nicola slowed her movement, only for him to pick back up the pace of thrusting. Up and down, back and forth. His cock continued to move between her wonderful tits.

"Are you my slut, Nicola?"

"Yes, I am. I'm your captive slut and proud to call myself that."

Removing his fingers from her chin, Marcel raised his head. Not once did Nicola break eye contact with him. She kept her focus on his face as he continued to pump his shaft between her boobs. He slowed down again, testing her resolve. Nicola did the same as before. When he stopped, she began working her tits instead. They worked together in sync like this, taking turns in the act. She felt brave to finally break eye contact and glance down to watch the action. She couldn't tell him right now, but Nicola loved this sensational feeling. Anytime she gave a titjob, it made her pussy grow wetter by the minute. As the head slid up, she flicked her tongue across it. Once, twice, and then a third lick finally made Marcel groan. If that was a sign he was close to explosion, she knew to raise her head and gaze up into his eyes once more. Nicola hoped her smile would have an effect on him. As soon as she quit thrusting, Marcel took advantage of his next turn.

"You like this, don't you?"

Grinning at him, Nicola shook her head. She moaned again at the feeling of his cock rubbing between her tits.

"No, Sir. I love it. I love when you use my tits like this."

Pumping faster, Marcel exhaled another deep breath. The sounds he made were enough for Nicola to know he didn't plan on stopping. He was going to continue thrusting between her tits until the eruption of his cock. It was imminent. Nicola knew this from the way his face scrunched up, Marcel had only seconds to go. This was one way she had some form of control. To be able to force the man to cum with her breasts alone was something Nicola was proud of. She increased speed, pumping her tits even faster at the sound of his heavy breathing. Marcel gritted his teeth, grunting aloud. His groans became primal over the passing seconds. Another grunt followed with a gasp. That was it. Nicola squeezed her breasts tightly around his thick pole. Marcel cried out as she slid them down and made him explode. A thick string of cum shot out, flying into the air and landing on her right breast. The hot seed drenched her fingers, causing Nicola to gasp.

She thrust her tits again, one final time while gasping. Marcel's groans became louder as more spurts of cum ejected from his pulsing cock. One hit her chin, the rest painting her collarbone and around her neck. Nicola moaned, gritting her teeth as her eyes were still locked on his face. She felt some of his cum flowing between her tits, making it easier for his cock to glide one final time. Marcel had yet to order her. She wasn't sure if he wanted her to let go of her breasts or not. So she kept them held together, wrapped tightly around his cock. Glancing down, she saw the messy pearl necklace coating her skin. Nicola smiled, chuckling with her mouth closed. She wanted to make sure Marcel saw how proud she was to make him cum hard like this. The expression he gave her told the tale. He was a satisfied master for the time being. She pumped her tits one final time, just to feel his pole throbbing for what may have been the last time today.

"Very well done."

Marcel spoke in glowing approval of her efforts as he reached for his shaft. He pulled it from her tits. Nicola glanced down at the mess dripping across her skin.

"Your tits were made for this. Never forget that."

Stepping back to the table, he grabbed some device that made a jangling sound. Nicola glanced up to see a pair of metal wrist cuffs. They were much thicker in steel than the standard police handcuffs she wore last night.

"What's next on today's plans?"

A pointless question that she didn't have to ask. Nicola didn't think before blurting out her words. Marcel moved in, reaching for her hair as he snatched several locks into a tight grip. She moaned as he tugged, raising her up from her knees until she was standing on her feet. Marcel released his fingers from her hair as he moved behind her and slid one cuff around her left wrist. It locked with a loud clank. He applied the second cuff, locking her arms behind her back.

"You don't need your hands for this next part. You'll get used to wearing restraints."

Back to the table, he picked up a second blindfold that was a dark red. Nicola saw a black leather gag tool with a red ball, matching the cloth's color. The first thing he did was tie the cloth around her eyes. Instead of pitch black, Nicola's blinded sight was with a red hue.

"A true slut loses herself in her imagination. That's what I am going to teach you."

"Sir, are you going to put that gag in my mouth?"

"Yes, I am. But before I do that, I will ask you a question. You can say no if you're not up to it. I don't give safe words. I prefer you to be up front and honest with me. No means no."

"I understand."

"Alright then. I want to gag your mouth and fuck you. Can you handle that?"

If he could've seen her eyes, Nicola was confident that her expression alone would've answered his question. With a smirk, she replied.

"I'm ready. I was hoping this would be part of my training. I want to be fucked by you, Sir."

The ball pushed against her lips, entering her mouth. Nicola sank her front upper teeth into the soft rubber while Marcel fastened it behind her head.

"You don't need to talk anymore. Think about your desires. Every word you want to blurt out is just a distraction. You're going to feel things that will make you think. You're going to know how much you love being a slut after I'm done with you."

His hand pressed against the center of her hand.

"Walk forward. I'll stop you where you need to be."

Following his instructions, Nicola felt some nervous tensions bubbling up inside her. She had no clue where he was walking her in the room. When she stopped, he pressed his palm against her back, hinting for her to arch forward.

"Bend over, that's it. Be a good slut now."

Her stomach pressed against a cold, flat surface. Without her sight, she was unable to see if it was wooden or plastic. There were no textures she felt as her wet tits pressed against whatever it was. Unable to see or speak, she could only go by the feeling of her body. Her instincts told her that Marcel was behind her, preparing himself. Nicola spread her legs for him, hoping that he would not stall with more teasing. Every precious second was only turning her on more.

"I am going to make you see things you never thought were in the depths of your brain."

Spank! His hand slapped hard across the left side of her ass. The hard hit caused her to see tiny bright dots under her eyelids. Another smack from his hand caused another bright explosion. Was she seeing stars? Nicola couldn't decide. She didn't know what she was witnessing until she felt his cock pushing beyond her wet folds. As Marcel entered her pussy, she raised her head and moaned muffled noises into the ball gag. The red hue became a moving projector of her imagination. Nicola could see the face of a man fading in her mind as Marcel began to thrust. Lips curved into a smile and a friendly set of eyes glaring back at her. For some reason, her mind wandered to Axel while the other man in her life was inside her. Marcel gripped her hips, holding on tightly as his cock was firmly driving in and out of her pussy.

"Lose yourself in your thoughts!"

Another slap across her ass sent a strong message. The image of Axel faded from her mind with the faster pace of Marcel's thrusts. His cock was deep inside her. Unable to see him, but she certainly felt it all. The ball gag worked superbly at making her screams become muted whimpers and gags. Shaking her head around, she tried to fight the image she was now seeing of Axel running away in the distance. Marcel growled at her.

"Let go of your past! Let it all go and embrace your true calling as a slut."

The tone of his voice was lower, more commanding, and sinister in nature. It made the images in Nicola's head shift into a blurry vision. Everything was red as she saw black smudges similar to the Rorschach test inkblots. What she saw was a black stain deep in her soul. All of Nicola's troubles were now surfacing. Axel was everywhere in her thoughts. She couldn't escape the image of his face appearing in the corners of her imaginary sight. It made her open her eyes widely, staring into the red fabric of the blindfold. Unable to scream, she shook her hands around, jingling the chain binding the wrist cuffs. Marcel showed her no mercy as he pounded his cock into her pussy again and again. It sent a flurry of emotions mixed with the pleasure she felt. All of it was a mad rush of strong emotions. Nicola thought about Marcel's words and finally surrendered to the feelings. No more fighting it as she gave in, closing her eyes once more.

More pressure built up inside her. The thought of her orgasm was the last thing on Nicola's mind. The black figure in her imagination remained, figure shifting until it resembled Marcel's face. He was a wild beast of a man. Soulless on the inside and reveling in his true nature as he revealed himself to her. Letting go of all thoughts, she embraced this pleasure as he refused to let up. Marcel showed her no mercy whatsoever. When she finally did consider her climax, Nicola only knew that it was going to be a hard one. Her moans were almost whispers. Every grunt and sound made by their bodies hitting together could be heard over her muted voice. Keeping her eyes shut tightly, the red hue finally became all black. Nicola saw the tiny white dots again as she tried to hold back her approaching release. She had mere seconds to go as Marcel drove his cock in and out of her cunt. His balls slapped against the undersides of her plump ass.

"Cum for me!"

He screamed, raising his voice even higher.

"CUM YOU SLUT!!"

Several inches of his shaft were still embedded inside her as Nicola felt her inner walls tightening around it. Her left leg shook as the moment came, and she felt his cock withdrawing from inside. Marcel pulled out in time for her juices to flood the floor. Wherever she was positioned, Nicola could only guess the sticky mess her juices created. As she lay there, still bent over, Marcel pulled at the ball gag and released it from her mouth. Nicola took a deep breath and moaned. At a complete loss of words, she didn't say anything to him.

"You did well. Now I'll give you a break. I imagine you're hungry and could use a cold drink."

Marcel sounded more calm as he addressed her. Nicola felt the wrist cuffs loosening as he unlocked the left one first. After he pulled them off, she ran her hands across the surface. It was definitely wooden. She came to the conclusion that he had bent her over a hard table. Her assumption was proven correct when he pulled the blindfold off her head. Nicola gazed forward at a long table. A few scratch marks and dents on the far side gave her the impression that this piece of furniture had seen much use over the years. The surface was a dark brown color, but she was unsure what kind of wood made the grain textures. Marcel tapped her shoulder, causing her to turn around to look at him. He offered a small smile as he spoke again.

"I will get you a robe so you're not eating naked. After we're done, I will lock you back in your cell. We'll pick up where we left off tomorrow."

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1 DAY LATER

Tuesday

Breakfast, lunch, and dinner were the three meals reserved for a chained captive. Marcel proved to be a skilled chef with his choice of dinner. Freshly cooked pasta and French bread were served from a small table within the dungeon. Marcel led her to an area that was reserved for them to eat together. Her only article of clothing was a black silk robe. He didn't have much to say to her as he joined her for the meal. The only thing he was interested in explaining was the schedule of her day. Nicola was made to feel as if she was truly a prisoner, locked in one man's personal hell. The first-day experiences gave her much to think about regarding her own future and Marcel's past. Scratch marks on the tables gave her reasons to believe that many other women had spent time underground in this safehouse. She became more interested in his personal life when sitting alone, locked behind the door inside her dimly lit cell.

On the wall near the bed, Nicola saw signs that someone else had been locked up before her. Light scratches on the wall were visible in subtle lines. Someone had tried to carve tally marks. Four in a row with a strike. Next to it were four more lines, making a total of nine days. Within the first day spent here, Nicola noticed the lack of clocks on any walls. The previous prisoner must have lost track of time and carved tally marks to keep up. The other marks were missing a strike. Did that mean the girl before her didn't reach ten days? Nicola remembered Marcel telling her that she would serve a week-long sentence. She was beginning to wonder if he had bigger plans for her. Maybe the other girl agreed to a longer sentence. Whatever the case, it served to let her imagination roam wild with the possibilities for her time spent here. When she wasn't undergoing training or other pleasures, Marcel kept her locked in the cell.

In claustrophobic solitude, Nicola had only her thoughts to distract her. Beyond the carvings in the wall, she thought about him. The question of who his wife was came up multiple times throughout the hours. Was it hours passing? She didn't have any idea. No way to tell time, Nicola had only her gut instincts to trust. The only activity she had reserved for herself was the thought of masturbating. Marcel was kind enough to tease her about this. She wondered if he had a camera somewhere, watching her every move inside the cell. The more she thought about the lines in the wall, Nicola remembered what Marcel told her days ago regarding the other cop. If the previous girl wasn't his captive, then maybe she was locked up by his deceased friend. Who was the cop he referred to being killed in the line of duty? So many questions ran through her mind, but she had no answers. The next day, Nicola thought about all of this while her hands were bound in the metal wrist cuffs dangling from the ceiling. Marcel didn't use the blindfold on her to start the new day.

"You've spent the past night thinking. I know from the look on your face. You're a curious girl who has been lost in her own little world."

He addressed her while standing across from her. Just like yesterday, he wore the same robe. Nicola was naked as a result of the same instructions that began the previous day. She was ordered to take off her robe before stepping out of the cell. When he locked her in the metal cuffs, Nicola reacted with obedience. Her eyes shifted to the floor, then traced Marcel's body. She could see his cock was semi-erect. He didn't touch it, possibly due to desiring her hands on it. But only when the time was right. When her eyes met his, he spoke again.

"How did you like the blindfold?"

"It was different. No one has ever put one on me before. So that makes you the first. The same can be said for the ball gag."

"I used them together for a reason. The last thing you needed to do was waste time talking."

Pausing for a moment, Marcel smiled.

"Did you learn anything about yourself?"

Blinking her eyes, Nicola dropped her lower lip. She didn't anticipate him to completely drop the discussion regarding the blindfold. It was just a tool to him. Swallowing her breath, Nicola broke eye contact to glance down.

"There's an old saying. Something about how the mind is a terrible thing to taste. What do you think of that, Nicola? Did you see something inside you that you don't quite like?"

Flashing his teeth in a grin, he continued.

"Or did it scare you?"

Unable to answer his questions, Nicola raised her head and closed her eyes. She did see something that bothered her. A deep longing for her broken heart at the hands of a man who loved her. Her mind wandered back to Axel as she closed her eyes.

"It's okay if you don't want to admit it. Everyone has a few dirty little secrets they keep to themselves. I have mine too."

Opening her eyes, Nicola stared him right in the face. The last sentence he spoke made her suddenly want to discuss his past.

"What's yours? Tell me your secrets, Marcel."

"What do you want to know?"

"Who was your wife?"

He smiled again, humoring her with a soft chuckle.

"Her name is Cynthia."

"Did she know what you did in this house?"

A few seconds went by without him replying. Nicola spoke again.

"Did she ever see this side of you?"

Marcel chuckled louder.

"No. I was rarely ever home. She grew impatient with me when she realized I wouldn't give her the family she always wanted. Does that satisfy your curiosity?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Good. I look forward to making you see more things in the back of your mind. That is if you're not afraid of spending another day with the blindfold."

"I'm ready for it."

"Are you really?"

His tone shifted as Marcel mocked her bold confidence. He glanced down to see if her pussy was wet. What Nicola truly desired was the feeling of his strong hands exploring her body. Feeling brave at the moment, she spoke of her own desires.

"I want you to touch me. Use your hands to feel my body."

"Do you really think I'm going to do that when you forget how to address me?"

"Please touch me, Sir."

"That's more like it. Would you care if I used my fingers to pleasure you?"

"Please, Sir. I beg you to let me feel that. My pussy is yours to do with as you please."

"It's all mine now, huh? That's good to know."

His hands raised and pressed against her tits. Marcel's touch was cold. She felt a piercing sensation course through her body when he pinched her nipples. As she moaned, he ran his right hand down her toned stomach. Nicola bit her lower lip, purring softly as he pinched her clit between two fingers.

"You are naughty. You have a dirty mind that you keep hidden from the rest of the world. I knew it when I first met you. I could see there was more to you than just a model sitting at the bar."

She smiled, flashing her teeth in response to his words.

"That's what you want from me, Sir. You want me to be a good slut, right?"

"I didn't say that."

Glancing down, Nicola watched him slide his middle finger past her pink folds. Marcel curled the tip of his finger, pushing further in to make her moan. His other hand reached for her chin, gently grabbing it. He squeezed softly, opening her mouth into an 'O.'.

"I will make you feel things you've never felt before. Is that what you want me to do?"

No reply was spoken. All Nicola could force out was a soft moan. Marcel inserted his index finger into her pussy. She raised her head, closing her eyes and rattling the chains to her wrist cuffs. This display of defiance earned her the reward of his fingers thrusting into her cunt. Marcel let go of her face with his left hand, allowing her to speak. Her voice rose into a sharp moan, crying out.

"Ohhhhhhh, god. That feels so good."

"Does it?"

He was taunting her with the question. Marcel slid a third finger into her pussy, joining the other two digits that twirled inside her. His thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing it while he shook his fingers inside her. She squinted before opening her eyes wide and squealing loudly. The sharp moan echoed throughout the room. Marcel then grabbed her chin again, opening her mouth as he looked into her beautiful green eyes.

"Answer me, you slut. Are you feeling good right now?"

Letting go of her mouth, Marcel gave her a chance to scream directly into his face. An opportunity Nicola didn't let pass her by.

"YES!! YESSSSS!!"

"You want more!?"

Marcel yelled back in her face. His fingers wiggled around inside her. Nicola closed her eyes momentarily and gritted her teeth. After a low growl, she set her eyes back on him and screamed again.

"YES!! GIVE ME MORE!! GIVE ME EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT, SIR!!"

Withdrawing his fingers from her pussy, Marcel used two to pinch her clit. He dipped his pinky back inside. As Nicola glanced down, she could see his cock straightened forward at its fully erected length. His pinky twisted inside her before straightening out. Marcel rubbed her clit with his index and middle fingers while using his pinky to move in and out of her. Overwhelmed in pleasure, Nicola began screaming loudly.

"OH MY GOD!! OHHHHHHH, GOD!! OHHHHHHHHHH!!"

Once again, Marcel grabbed her chin and forced her mouth open to lower the pitch of her screams. Nicola was more annoyed she couldn't witness the moment of explosion as her pussy squirted. The sound of her juices landing on the floor was heard with light thumps. Marcel raised her head as the chains jingled and clanked. If only she could've broke them, Nicola knew her fingers would be wrapped around his hard cock.

"Very good, Nicola. I like a slut who doesn't just scream but can cum hard enough to make a mess."

After releasing the grip of her chin, he stepped away. The sound of her hard breathing was all they could hear as Nicola tried to catch her breath. Marcel returned seconds later, holding a leather paddle in his hand. She could see his fingers twisted around the handle.

"Are you going to use that on my ass?"

"I think you already know the answer to that question."

His hand slid to the flat leather surface, revealing the handle to be round and made of a hardwood surface. It was worn in with several tiny scratch marks and dents.

"Bite down on this."

It didn't take her long to figure out where the tiny marks came from. Nicola was far from the first woman to bite down on this handlebar. She clenched it tightly between her teeth. Her mind was already wondering how many women before her had done this. Marcel was following a routine. One that he had practiced many times, given the number of teeth marks decorating the handle. He unchained Nicola from the ceiling wrist cuffs, then guided her to walk back to the table she was bent over yesterday. As soon as he shoved her down, the paddle slipped from her teeth and hit the floor.

"Pick it up."

The tone of Marcel's voice told her that he wasn't amused by the sudden drop. Her hands were not cuffed yet, leaving Nicola free to grasp the paddle with her right hand. He snatched it from her. She laid her breasts down on the flat, wooden surface of the table and let out a sigh.

"I know what's coming next."

"Do you now? Then tell me, slut. I want to know what you think I'm about to do to you."

"You're going to spank me with that paddle..."

Biting her lower lip, she waited a few seconds. Nicola had to decide if she wanted to mention the handle. On second thought, it was time to dare him.

"How many other women before me have bit down on that handle? I know those are bite marks."

He didn't reply. Marcel stepped away from her and returned with handcuffs. Nicola knew what they were by the sound of chains jingling. He sat the paddle on her back, rubbing the cool leather surface against her smooth skin. Nicola folded her arms behind her back, waiting on him to cuff her.

"You're right. There have been many other sluts before you leave a mark on the paddle. I'm not the only man who has used it."

Cl-click. The cuffs were smaller and felt more like a pair of police handcuffs compared to the thick metal ones attached to the ceiling.

"Your friend, I suppose. The one you said was killed in duty."

Marcel stopped and let out a loud sigh. On second thought, maybe it wasn't wise to mention him. Nicola didn't think before blurting it out.

"Yeah. He's the other man I'm referring to. He liked to use this paddle on his favorite slut. But he always referred to her as a whore. She would even proudly repeat it back to him."

"Oh, tell me about her."

"Like I said, she was his favorite. You remind me of her in some ways. She was a model at one point, kinda like you are."

Nicola gasped, raising her head from the table. She felt the absence of the paddle from her back. Marcel must have been holding it as she replied.

"Who was she? What was her name?"

"Vida. I doubt you would know who she is, but you remind me of her. She stayed here for many months one year. Your cell was hers when she wasn't being dragged around the house by a chain to her collar. She had a big, beautiful ass, much like yours. My old buddy always said that she enjoyed it when he would give that big ole booty a good pounding. I heard her screaming more than once, so I believe he was telling the truth. He knew a whore when he saw one, and she fit the definition."

If only he could see the grin on her face when he hinted at what was coming. Nicola bit her lower lip and purred.

"Did you ever manage to do it with her?"

"No. Like I told you, she was his whore. Not mine."

"If I'm your slut now, then I think you know how much I enjoyed the times we did anal before."

"Right. That's one of a few reasons why you remind me of her. Are you ready for it?"

"Yes Sir."

"I want you to bite down hard on the handle. Leave some teeth marks that will always be there."

He returned the paddle towards her face. Nicola opened her mouth wide for him to place the handle between her teeth. She clamped down on it hard. Whoever this other woman was, she at least had some clue of who once lived in her cell. Nicola began to wonder if the tally marks represented nine months instead of days. It was only one hint of evidence of another woman staying there. As she bit down on the handle, Nicola forgot all about Vida when she felt Marcel's cock sliding up the crack of her bum. He spread the cheeks, then she felt the head of his cock pushing through her tight ass hole. Nicola closed her eyes, whimpering softly against the wooden handle in her mouth.

"You won't be able to scream. I want you to bite down on the paddle as hard as you can. As long as you keep it in your mouth, I'll reward you later. If it hits the floor, then you'll be getting a spanking you'll never forget. Bear that in mind. Don't disappoint me."

A reason to motivate her with the talk of a reward. It wasn't something Nicola cared about in the slightest. She had enough reasons to impress him already. More than anything, she was satisfied knowing that her ass was getting the attention it deserved. His hands kept her cheeks spread as more of his cock pushed through. She raised her head, gazing forward at a gray wall. Why didn't he blindfold her? That was the real question lingering in her mind, more so than whatever the reward was. Sooner or later she was going to take a spanking, whether it would be today or later in the week.

"So tight. I still remember the first time I was in your ass. It felt so good."

If she could've replied, Nicola knew what she would've said. But she forgot the words as he began to thrust his cock in and out of her ass. A hard spank was felt on the right cheek. He smacked it again while groaning.

"This ass is all mine now. No one else gets to touch it."

Spank! The left cheek was stinging from the strike of her palm. If this was his way of testing her resolve, Nicola was ready. She braced herself while gritting her teeth onto the paddle handle. Marcel didn't wait to increase the pace of his thrusts. Every last inch of his cock could be felt slamming into the depths of her ass, then pulling back out and repeating the process. He did this between the grunts in his voice. Her body rocked, chains rattling to her handcuffs from behind.

"This is your new purpose in life! You are a slut! MY SLUT!!"

Thrust after thrust followed with the sounds of groans and low grunting. Marcel was losing himself as he pounded his cock into her thick ass. Again and again, he kept thrusting while Nicola could only gag and drool over the paddle handle. Her teeth clamped down so hard, she could feel some slight pains in her mouth. She worried that at any second it would loosen and fall from her mouth. Marcel continued to pound away, rapidly thrusting with every passing second. After another minute, he slowed to a halt. Every inch of his cock was in her ass. Nicola knew the reason he stopped was because he was close. The grunt he made was a confirmation. Marcel carefully extracted his cock out of her tight ass hole and groaned again. As soon as she closed her eyes, Nicola felt the hot, sticky splash of his seed spilling onto her ass cheeks. Not a single word he moaned was coherent in speech between whispers and mumbling.

Three spurts of cum on the left cheek and two on the right. The paddle was still held tightly between her teeth. Nicola closed her eyes and exhaled at the sound of Marcel's deep breathing. He had successfully marked her bum after a hard pounding. Nicola waited for him to say something, but her expectations were only met with deafening silence. After a few more seconds, he caught his breath. Marcel stepped a little closer, grabbing the end of the paddle. She released it from her teeth, and he pulled it away. No praise to be spoken. He was still quiet minutes later while he staggered around the room. Nicola tilted her head to the right, watching his movements. Something was going through his mind right now, and she wondered what devious thoughts he had. After the anal pounding she received, Nicola was expecting some tenderness from him. She didn't speak, knowing that at any moment he may finally break the silence. All she wanted was for Marcel to tell her she was a good girl or praise the beauty of her ass.

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2 DAYS LATER

Expectations of passion were met with the sharp disappointment of seclusion. After another session, Marcel refused to speak to Nicola. He locked her in her cell before vanishing upstairs in the home. While kept locked in her cell, Nicola had much to think about. Following the anal session, Marcel only let her out again for lunch and dinner. He wasn't interested in any form of conversation. Their relationship had shifted away from the friendly times and now to one of master and slave. After another day, she lost track of time. Was it Thursday or Friday? Nicola was unsure of what time it was. Marcel surprised her yesterday by waiting more than eight hours to begin the next session. Or at least that was what she was told. Without a clock on any wall, she was unsure what to believe. Her trust in him was still high, but she was losing the sense of companionship that she once craved from the older man. Perhaps he was truly rotten on the inside. All the questions she had in the back of her mind were not worth asking.

In only a few days, Nicola had witnessed the dark side of Marcel Favera. The former detective who lived a different life in the shadows. Nicola thought about the other woman he mentioned. She didn't need to know more about Vida's identity. Just knowing that she spent several months locked up here was enough to fill Nicola's imagination with various images. She trusted Marcel would let her go after seven days. But what if she lost track of time and couldn't remember? She thought about Axel while lying in bed. Nicola wondered if he was thinking about her right now while lying in a different bed, gazing up at a ceiling with a dull light. Their last conversation was a fine example of miscommunication. Both of them were arguing about different things. Nicola felt guilty about it. She should've waited to calm down and then approached Axel again. On the other hand, she saw much truth in his words after spending hours thinking about them. She did lose focus of her modeling career, becoming distracted by other things that led her to where she currently resided.

Not once did Marcel enter her cell. He refused to share any moments of intimacy with her. After every 'training session,' Nicola was locked up. Sometimes, without him saying a word. Every day began the same, with her exiting the cell and being led to the same room where she was chained to wrist cuffs from the ceiling. By the end of each day, he led her to a small shower in the basement. Marcel was at least kind enough to give her privacy to wash her body alone. The shower area was made up of white tiles, looking similar to how she believed it would appear in a prison. He never joined her. Nicola didn't ask, but she figured that her eyes alone would be a hint of her true desires. She wanted to feel his hands roaming her body, holding and caressing her after it was all over. As the days wore on, she thought about Axel in this scenario. Something told Nicola that he would've given her the affection she so desperately craved.

He was the center of her mind early in the morning when Marcel had her chained up. Nicola kept her head hung low, gazing down at the floor and looking over her feet. What pleasures would today bring? Marcel reminded her yesterday that she was still due for a spanking from that special paddle that she left her teeth marks in. Like the previous days, Marcel wasn't in a talking mood. He offered her a cup of coffee before chaining her up. Nicola declined before raising her arms up. That was only fifteen minutes ago. She raised her head and closed her eyes while her master walked around her in a clockwise circle. Marcel's eyes scanned every inch of her body. Knowing him, she figured that he could likely see that she was barely holding up at this point. Nicola didn't want to think about her limits. Mentally, she was beginning to wear down. In terms of her physical capabilities, she felt that she could withstand a few more days of punishment. It all depended on how far Marcel would push her. As he circled around her, he finally spoke up.

"You are thinking about something or someone right now."

"I am."

Raising her head, she waited for him to stop in front of her. Nicola gazed into Marcel's eyes as she spoke again.

"What is Axel doing these days?"

The mention of Axel's name took Marcel by surprise. He blinked, raising an eyebrow and then hiding his smile.

"He moved out and rented an apartment in Wynwood."

"What?"

Shocked by his words, Nicola's lower lip fell. Marcel tried, but couldn't hide his smile.

"I think he might be more pissed off at me than you are. I don't know if it was you leaving him or something I said. He thinks you left and went back to Germany. So he packed everything and moved out."

Marcel looked at her proudly. Whether he admitted it or not, she could see that he was happy with Axel taking his life into his own hands.

"I've been keeping tabs on him the past few days. He spent all of yesterday playing with a camcorder at Bicentennial Park. If you remember, that's the last place you tasted freedom."

Blinking her eyes, Nicola felt a rush of emotions. Why would Axel be there? Did Marcel tell him where he had taken her?

"Did you tell Axel that I chose you over him?"

Shaking his head, Marcel quickly replied.

"No. This is our little secret. I would never tell him what we've been doing here. He's already mad at me. If he knew about this, he would hate my guts. He's heartbroken and trying to figure out what to do with himself."

Lowering her head, Nicola swallowed her breath. The chains rattled as she shook her wrists around.

"This is all my fault. We had a misunderstanding, and I took it out on him."

Her eyes watered up as Nicola raised her head. Marcel immediately switched gears, changing his entire demeanor. He cupped her face, showing the most care that he had given her so far.

"No, don't cry. It's okay."

"No! It's not okay! I should've stopped and thought about this! He really did love me and now he doesn't."

Wrapping his arms around her, Marcel embraced Nicola. The chains prevented her from doing the same. He hugged her tightly as she cried.

"Calm down. Everything will be alright. Don't blame yourself. This is not your fault."

His hands gently caressed her face, wiping away her tears. The sadness she felt was beginning to quickly wash into anger.

"Oh... Now you want to show me some tenderness. Only when I am crying for my own mistakes. Let me go, Marcel. I don't want your arms around me right now. There's only one man I want to hug me right now. You're not him."

As Marcel moved away from her, Nicola had stopped crying. She let out a deep breath, gazing into his eyes. She was not afraid to show him any anger. It didn't matter that her hands were bound and she couldn't run. Nicola let out her true emotions.

"I can't do this anymore. I was in love with Axel, and you're just not him. I wish I had thought about this beforehand. I know you tried to warn me, but that's beyond the point. I want a man who will hold me. Someone who will wrap his arms around me and kiss me after a hard spanking."

Taking a deep breath, she finally screamed at him.

"YOU DIDN'T EVEN WANT TO KISS ME!!"

Standing there, Marcel didn't flinch. He took her anger, allowing Nicola to get it out of her system.

"You win. I can't play this game with you anymore, Marcel. You're not Axel. I'm not sorry for telling you this. I don't love you, but I loved him."

The last thing she expected to see was the wide smile on his face. Marcel nodded at her.

"You're right, I'm not him. I've seen enough of life. You and he belong together. This place was never for you. I was hoping you would realize that in due time."

He stepped closer, reaching high to unlock the metal cuffs holding her wrists. Freedom was granted. With her arms free. Nicola was able to walk around her freely. The games were over. Marcel moved towards the table and grabbed a metal ring, jingling several keys around.

"I'm not going to do any more of this with you, Nicola. I think you've learned your lesson down here. There's a reason why I kept hesitating to spank you. I wanted to see if you really wanted it."

She turned, looking into his eyes.

"You compared me to another woman. I think there was a reason why you did that."

"There was. I also promised you that if you could last seven days down here, I'd tell you more about myself. But I don't think you're interested anymore."

Nicola shook her head.

"I saw something dark inside you. But you can't fool me, Marcel. I can see you're a man who cares. You care about me and Axel."

"You're not wrong."

Jingling the keys again, he nodded at her.

"Come on. I'll take you upstairs. We can put some clothes on, and then I'll let you go back to your apartment. But there's just one thing left to talk about before we go."

He raised his right index finger, smiling at her.

"You have to promise me that what happened here stays between us. Don't tell Axel about this. You can repair his broken heart, but if you tell him about our little secret, it will truly break him. I hope you understand that."

"I do."

Nicola saw something unusual in Marcel's eyes. It was something she had not witnessed since the night they first met. All this time she had spent feeling the heartache of her own problems, she didn't notice that he hid his own emotions deep down. He went easy on her, despite his claims that he didn't. She avoided another round of the blindfold and the much-awaited spanking. She realized that he had been stalling the use of the paddle for a reason. Axel didn't need to see any marks on her bum if all things worked out in the end. The love she shared with Axel was worth fighting for. Nicola was determined to leave and search for him. Glancing back at Marcel, she nodded her head.

"I will find Axel and make things right. I've thought about what we fought over. He had a point. I want to do something with my modeling career. Axel was right about one thing. I should be a bigger name. I could go places in the industry if I try harder. I'd like to break past the barrier with FansOnly. If he's trying to do videos, maybe I could help him in return. He always wanted to do more than just photography with me."

He smiled, returning the nod.

"You're right. You were Axel's greatest source of inspiration. Before he met you, he was lazy and didn't know what to do with his skills. That's one of the reasons he was in love with you. The other woman I told you about was a model too. You have more potential to be famous than she did."

Laughing at him, Nicola shook her head.

"I knew there was a reason you mentioned her. It wasn't cause of her ass."

"I did promise you that I'd tell you all of my secrets if you lasted a week down here. I like you, so I'm going to let it slide. I didn't want you to make it a full seven days anyway. This life is not for you."

Shaking her head again, Nicola spoke over him.

"You don't have to tell me about your cop days, Marcel. I think I can see what the job did to you."

"About my buddy we talked about, I'll give you his name. Look up Miguel Martinez. Read about him online, then you'll know why I'm not a cop anymore."

All of his secrets belonged to her now. Marcel turned his back and grabbed a spare robe, tossing it to Nicola. She slipped it on as he walked forward, leading her out of the basement and upstairs. He had to know she would get curious who this other man was. By now, Nicola had already known enough about him that likely wasn't published online. She wasn't concerned about Marcel's past right now. What mattered to her more than anything was fixing her life with Axel. Once again, she wondered if he had been thinking about her in isolation as much as she thought about him. She would know soon enough when they were reunited. Nicola was confident she could heal his broken heart and fix everything for a better day. All of her time spent in Marcel's dark world had given her the courage to see through her shortcomings. Tomorrow would be a new day to find Axel.

TO BE CONTINUED

[Angry Dutchman]

Epic, this was so much fun to work on with you, and you did an amazing job putting our thoughts together into this incredible story.
Looking forward to the next chapter.
As always, thanks so much mate