STORY Chapter 3
chapter 3
words and whips
	aleyna had no idea how long she sat in the dark crying after her
captor had left. In this hell, aleyna had lost all track of time. What time
of day was it? What day was it? Surely jeff had done something about her not
having shown up when she was supposed to. Surely he's called grandfather and
he's got the police combing everywhere for her. Aleyna hoped her capter had
left some kind of clue. She hoped maybe someone had seen him carry her
unconscious body down the stairs and away. She hoped somehow, someway, she
would wake up and find herself safe in her bed, jeff's arms wrapped around
her, her kitty laying at her feet. Wake up aleyna, she said to herself. For
the love of god wake up!
	In the midst of aleyna's earnest praying, the door once again flew
opened and the room was flooded with light. Aleyna jumped with a start. She
turned to see her captor once again enter the room. He was dressed the same
with the exception of his mask. Gone was the horrific white leather skull
mask. In its place was a plain black leather mask that matched the rest of
the suit. As with the previous mask, she could not see his eyes. Not that
that would make much difference, she thought to herself. If her captor was,
as she suspected, someone she met off the internet, seeing his eyes would
offer no clues as to his identity. However, she thought to herself, by the
same token, he should have no fear to reveal his eyes unless he's afraid i
might recognize them. So if i can somehow manage to ask him to show his eyes,
and he refuses, that very well might mean not only is he someone she knew in
real life, but did not have plans to kill her. Otherwise, what would be the
harm in letting her see who her captor was.
	Her captor must have seen the look of relief that crossed her
face. "I don't know why you have that look of relief....you're still in the
same boat you were in when i left. Nothing's changed for you."
	Aleyna's heart sank a few notches. It was not only what she said that
caused her heart to sink, but the voice as well. It was obvious to aleyna
that he had, either under his mask or as a part of it, some sort of voice-
altering device. What came out from behind that mask was a deep electronic
rumble. It was chilling. Aleyna watched her captor intently as he circled
her. At the same time, she had the chance to look around the room, now that
it was illuminated by the light coming from the door and her eyes had
adjusted to the light.
	The room she was in was rectangular and unfinished. The floor and
walls were concrete and all along the ceiling could be seen iron girders and
pipes. About five feet away stood a large oak table with shackles bolted to
the table at both ends. The table was wide. The table was very wide. It did
not take long for aleyna to know exactly what the table was for and how her
body would be positioned on it. She felt her lip begin to tremble but she
quickly fought back the emotions.
	Continuing to glance around, she saw another table not too far from
the oak one. from where she was chained she could see that on top of the
smaller table there were a host of instruments but she couldn't discern from
where she was what exactly they were. That's probably just as well, she
thought. She shook off the shudder she felt inside and continued to examine
her surroundings.
	On the same wall of the door was a sink. It was old but looked to be
in running order. The sight of plumbing made her suddenly realize she needed
to go to the bathroom. Really bad. Surely he'll let me go to the bathroom,
she thought. To the right of the sink was a door. Where it led to , she did
not know. probably just a closet, she thought to herself. But who knows?
	To the right of that door was the door through which her captor had
entered. Through the doorway she could see narrow wooden steps leading up.
aleyna wondered how far freedom was from the top of those stairs. Not far
away if this house was in a neighborhood. All she'd have to do is make it to
one of the house's nearby. And then this would all be over. However, if this
place were somewhere out in the country, freedom would more than likely be a
moot point.
	dismissing those thoughts from her mind for the time being, she
focused on the wall behind her as her captor continued to circle her. At
first glance, it appeared there was nothing of interest along the back wall
but upon closer inspection, she discovered she was wrong. Towards the floor,
separated some distance apart were a set of shackles. Looking up the wall
from those shackles, her fears were confirmed. Much higher up, about arm's
length above her head were another pair of shackles. Aleyna gulped as she
glanced back and forth from the shackles to the whip hanging from the belt of
her captor and back to the shackles again.
	Once again, her eyes must have betrayed her thoughts as she heard her
captor chuckle. "Oh yes, we'll get to that at some point i'm sure." he said
as he motioned toward the shackles with one hand and patting his whip with
the other. "I'm sure i'll have to release this on you for some sin at some
point."
	Some sin? What sin? Aleyna began to feel that fear again but she
summoned her strength and quashed it. Finally, her captor stopped circling
her and stood in front of her, staring down.
	"You're very beautiful."
	Aleyna tried her best to disappear but knew it was to no avail.
Still, she would try and do anything in her power to keep her dignity and
respect. Aleyna folded her arms over her knees as she drew them into her
chest and looked away from him toward the open door.
	Suddenly, and without warning, he reared back and savagely slapped
her across her face. She gasped as she fell back, looking up at her captor in
shock.
	"What was that for?!" she blurted out without thinking.
	Her captor slapped her again and towered over her, one leg on each
side of her body. He grabbed her face and forced her head so that she was
looking up at him.
	"The first slap was for a number of reasons. For one, when i pay you
a compliment, you say thank you. Secondly, you NEVER look away from when i'm
talking to you unless i tell you to. Third, i saw how you looked at the
stairwell. You insult me by expressing your desire to flee. And the second
slap was because, in disregard of what i've already told you, you spoke when
you had no permission to. Do you understand?"
	Aleyna meekly nodded and inwardly released a sigh of relief as she
saw him draw back and seem to relax some. He stepped back and walked over to
the chair that was sitting by the spotlight he had blinded her with the
previous.....day? Night? Aleyna had no idea. He drug the chair over and sat
it in front of her and took a seat. He sat there staring at her for a few
moments before he finally spoke.
	 "Now then, i know you have questions and if we are to make any
progress in your training, you will  need answers."
	Traing?! What the hell is this guy all about?!" aleyna wondered to
herself. Training for what?
	Her captor chuckled and straightened a buckle or two on his outfit.
"I can tell by the expression on your face that you have no idea what i'm
talking about. Well, all will become evident in due time. And that shall be
your first lesson-patience. If there is one thing i can't abide other than
insubordination and that is a lack of patience."
	With that, he stood and crossed over to the sink. He turned on the
water and then crossed over to the smaller table and retrieved something.
Aleyna couldn't tell what it was at first but as he resumed his seat, she
realized what it was. A riding crop. Long. Black. And lethal.
	"Now then, the floor is open to questions. There is much i can tell
you. There is much that i can't. For questions that i can answer, and answer
you will get. For questions that i can't-" he finished his statement by
hitting his gloved open palm with the riding crop. Aleyna visibly jumped. She
could imagine him sneering under his mask
	"Don't worry...you're a smart girl...i'm sure i won't have to use
this much. Now then, ask your first question."
	Aleyna took in a breath and thought for a moment. Hard as she tried
to come up with a substantive question to ask, there was only one question
that kept coming to mind.
	"May i go to the bathroom?"
	He reached out and struck her on her thigh. It wasn't too hard but it
stung. Aleyna winced and felt her bladder contract. Guess i'll just have to
hold it, she thought to herself. I think i can manage that. However, it would
be a lot easier if he'd turn of that damn water! Aleyna lightly rubbed the
area where he struck and looked back at her captor.
	"Next question." he commanded.
	Aleyna thought for a minute and asked the most pressing question on
her mind. "Are you going to kill me?"
	Her captor released a genuine laugh and shook his head. "No my dear
seana, you would of be no use to me dead! " still laughing, he continued.
"Next question."
	Aleyna felt another contraction in her bladder and winced. Her captor
noticed and more than likely, smiled behind his mask.
	"You really need to go, don't you?" he asked.
	"Yes...very much so."
	"Too bad because you can't." he responded as he struck her again.
Once again, she felt her bladder contract. It was getting harder to hold it
now. She couldn't last much longer. She just couldn't. For a moment, she
thought about asking what that strike was for since she hadn't asked a
question but thought better of it.
	"I'll tell you what...you managed not to ask me too many stupid
questions and i'll let you go."
	Aleyna nodded and thought of her next question. "What ARE you going
to do with me?" inwardly, she cringed as he sat there, staring at her. Would
he answer her with words, or with whips? She honestly had no idea. After a
long silence, he spoke, much to aleyna's relief.
	"I am going to change you..to educate you..to train you. Next
question."
	"Into what are you going to change me?"
	" you will become willing to serve my every whim. To do whatever i
ask of you. You will come to have only one desire coursing through your
veins: to please me. Next question."
	Stunned, aleyna almost failed to stop her bladder from releasing
itself. She literally damn near "pissed her pants" so to speak. She was about
to burst. It hurt so much. She had to go soon. She asked her next question.
	"When will you let me go?"
      he reared back and struck her again, this time harder. She gritted her
teeth at the pain and looked down to see a welt already beginning to form.
Also, she felt warm liquid on her inner thigh. Thinking he had drawn blood,
she quickly looked but discovered it wasn't blood. It was urine. She was not
the only one to notice.
	"I did not give you permission to piss," her captor declared as he
struck her again on the thigh, leaving another welt. She bit her lip deeply
as she winced from the pain while at the same time stopping her bladder from
discharging again. It hurt so much she felt as if she would pass out but
after a moment or two, she began to relax, knowing she held it at bay for the
moment.
	"As to the first strike, that was for the dumb question. I will never
let you go. You are mine. Forever. What's more, i won't need to let you go.
The day will come when you won't want me to let you go."
	Aleyna could not believe that. First chance she had, she was out of
there. That much was clear. I mean, come on, who in there right mind would
stay in this situation any longer than they had to, she thought to herself.
	"Any more questions?" she hear him ask. As a result of the pain of
her beatings as well as the immense pressure on her bladder, she no longer
could think of any. In fact, she could think of anything. All she could do
was concentrate on keeping her bladder from betraying her and subjecting her
to another beating. She looked down through her eyes that were virtually
squeezed shut. She could see that her hands were clenched in white fists. All
of this did not go unnoticed by her captor.
	He crouched down and looked into her eyes. "You really need to go,
don't you?" he asked knowingly, mocking her.
	Unable to answer vocally, she merely nodded. In response he made a
"tsk tsk tsk" noice and shook his head.
	"My ears hear nothing, and its so hard to see through this mask."
	Aleyna gritted her teeth and spoke. "Yes, i really need to go."
	He looked at her and nodded and drew his face closer to hers.
	"Beg," he said simply.
	For a brief second, she was taken aback but quickly decided she
needed to go more than she did that morsel of dignity.
	"Please, please let me go." she pleaded humbly.
	He hovered there for a minute inches away from her face, not saying a
word. Finally, he answered.
	"You may go."
	Aleyna let as much of a sigh of relief as she could without losing
control of her bladder and waited for him to undo her shackles and lead her
to the bathroom. But he didn't move. No, she thought.  He can't mean for me
to do it here...on myself...in front of him..he just can't.
	"um, the shackles...." she began. But she was cut off before she
could continue by another strike.
	"The shackles, nothing," he responded. Realizing what that meant, she
finally relaxed her muscles and let nature take its course. Soon, she could
hear and feel the warm liquid streaming down her leg. She sobbed almost
imperceptibly as she heard him moan a growl of pleasure. He then stood and
went over to the small closet. He opened the door and took out a bucket and
mop. After filling the bucket with water and grabbing a washcloth, he came
back over to her and asked her to move back beyond the puddle. Once she had,
he dipped the rag in the bucket and then rang it out. He very gently began
wiping her clean. What is this guy?! Aleyna queried herself. one minute he's
striking me and making me piss on myself and then the next he's wiping me
clean. Why wouldn't he just force me to sit in my own urine? He just doesn't
make any sense.
	After he had finished cleaning her off, he tossed the rag aside and
grabbed the mop. He dunked it in the water and thoroughly mopped the area.
Once done, he took the supplies back over to the sink. He dumped the water
out, rang out the mop, and hung it to dry on the side of the sink. Then , he
made his way back over to the smaller table and grabbed a cloth and a bottle.
	He came back over and knelt beside her. He opened the bottle and put
some on the cloth. Looking at the label on the bottle, she could tell it was
a salve. And a good one at that. Gingerly he dabbed and rubbed at her welts.
Once again, she shook her head inside at her captor. One minute vicious, the
next nice. It just didn't make sense. Still, she couldn't help but be
thankful for his tender side. And that was the really weird thing. She could
tell by the way he cleaned her up and tended to her wounds that he genuinely
cared. Weird. Just plain weird.
	After finishing, he took the cloth and salve back to the smaller
table and came back and knelt down. He removed one of his gloves and gently
stroked her hair. Much to her own surprise, she did not instinctively jerk
away from his touch. It had to be because of fear of being hit again, didn't
it? She asked herself. Yes, that had to be it. He traced his finger along he
jaw and then spoke.
	"You've had two lessons today, seana. That of patience, and of
humility. Both are important for what you will become. I hope for your sake
that you take what you learned today to heart."
	With that, he stood and left the room, leaving her once again in the
darkness.