Death of emotion **CONTENT WARNING**

Posted on Thu Jun 24th, 2021 @ 5:16am by Consul Josephine Carlyle-Cragen & Kyle Cragen [Reece]

Mission: Darkness Rising - A Phoenix Lalor Sub Plot
Location: Unknown
Timeline: MD6 - 12h00
2000 words - 4 OF Standard Post Measure

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The authors of this post wish to inform prospective readers that this post contains torture of characters and non consensual sex between Characters to break the character of Josephine Carlyle.

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Josie had come to in totally different surroundings. She was chained to a bed, dressed, if one could call it that, in a light blue see through teddy and no underwear. Her brain was foggy but she knew Arri had not done this. Her legs were chained apart and her arms were chained above her head. Her hair was out from its normal chignon and she knew it swept her lower back. Fear seeped into her as memories surfaced. This was not good. The room was dimly lit and she could see only the bed and a chest of drawers in her line of sight... was that a whip? On top of them? God she hoped not...

"Hello, my pet." Cragen said from the chair he was sitting in in a dark corner, out of Josie's line of sight. "Did you have a good little nappy-nap?" The chair creaked as he stood. "Had me waiting a loong time, almost wasn't sure you'd come back to me." He finally came into view, topless, his powerfully-built body clearly visible. "I even gave you a present there," he indicated the lingerie.

Josie considered several responses to him, but after a moment settled on one that she felt worked best. "Am not your pet!"

This made Cragen grin an evil grin. "Maybe not yet," he pressed a hidden control on the foot board of the bed, and the chain holding her hands above her head suddenly started to move. It was attached to a track in the bulkhead and ceiling, and it travelled up the track, pulling Josie upright as it did so. Finally, when stopped moving, she was hanging from the ceiling.

He pressed another control and the bed withdrew into an empty recess below the deck plating, giving him the ability to walk where once there was bed. Reaching up, he grabbed her lower jaw. "But you will. They always do." He chuckled darkly as he released her and moved out of the line of sight. "You'll notice that there is no collar around your neck. That's because I have other ways to punish you in here."

Yeah she was sure he did. Josie took a breath and shoved panic down. Do not show him you are scared. Be brave. "Really" she drawled feigning disinterest. "You had to rape me before, it's the only way you will get me to co-operate."

Reaching up, he grabbed a handful of hair and and yanked her head back powerfully. "Oh, don't worry, there be more of that later. Right now, though, is time for foreplay. He threw her head forward as he released her hair. "You know, you should be thankful, Josie. Blondes are my favourite. Had you been a different colour, you'd be in interrogation, with yer girlfriend, Arri. Trust me, you've got it a lot better up here.

She looked at him. How did he know her name? She never said it. Had she?
"Pulling hair is foreplay?" she asked sarcastically.

"Oh no, my pet." The sound of a whip cracking behind her filled the room.

Oh no not a whip she thought. Oh this was going to hurt so bad!

CRACK

The whip bit her left shoulder.

Josie screamed. It was loud and painfilled.

CRACK

This time, it sliced across her entire back. "Let the foreplay begin." He then continued to whip her until she lost consciousness. This time, there would be no trio of gentle ladies cleaning her wounds. Cragen left her hanging there, while he went to have some lunch.

Blood dripped down her back, the lingerie was torn and tattered. Her long blond hair now had red streaks from her own blood.

A short while later, Cragen full from a delicious lunch, pressed a hypo spray against Josie's neck, then stepped away to leave the meds and nanobots to do their job.

She came to with a whimper of pain and a groan.

"'Ello, my pet. Are we feeling any better this morning?" There were no clocks in the room, so Josie would have no idea of the time.

She raised her head, her back screamed with the action and her arms were killing her. She narrowed her eyes and clamped her lips shut in a line. She was not going to give him the satisfaction.

"Aww, don't be like that, love. You'll hurt my feelings!" He gave her a sad face.

Josie rolled her eyes at him. She was not his love and she was not going to play the game.

Without warning, Cragen viciously backhanded her, splitting her lip. "Go ahead, roll your eyes, beautiful, make me happy!"

"Is that all it takes?" She asked as she swallowed blood.

"Ohh, you've got fire! That's going to make this sooo much more fun!" Opening the chest, Cragen pulled out a few more toys. Before he used any though, he hit her with another hypo full of drugs. Then, moving up behind her, he grabbed her hair, jerking her head to the side as he started to kiss and bite her neck, while with his free hand, he moved to fondle and pinch her breasts, then slid down at started to stimulate her center.

Josie bit hard on her lip. She couldn't.. wouldn't give him the satisfaction.. god... her body was betraying her and heat pooled between her thighs as she struggled against the drugs swimming in her system. She refused to give any... Oh gods, that was her moaning. It fell from her lips as her eyes closed in pleasure. No.. fight it Josie. Fight it...

Cragen knew she was not truly moaning with pleasure, that it was the drugs forcing her to do so. He didn't care. They were always that way in the beginning. Eventually, they all broke. They broke, or they died. It didn't ⁶matter to him. He had been enjoying this life for hundreds of years. He knew patience, above all things.

Deep inside her she was fighting a loosing battle as her body betrayed her to the man who held her captive. Josie was screaming internally even as her body begged for more.

Continuing his stimulations, Cragen's enlarged member pressing against the small of her back, he whispered into her ear between kisses. "I can feel you fighting the drugs, my pet. You should know, the struggle is what really turns me on. You are quickly becoming my favorite." He then forced her legs apart and slid easily inside of her from behind. Moaning loudly, he said, "That's right, my sweet, stay tight for me...uhhhhhh...feels so good!"

She couldn't help herself, she cried out in pleasure as he entered her. Her inner muscles clenched around him tightly and her hands, still bound above her head opened and closed uselessly as her body shivered.

For several long minutes, he continued to thrust deeper and deeper into her, moaning and grunting in pleasure. "Oh yes, my pet! You are definitely becoming my favorite! Sing for me, let me hear you scream!" He increased the strength of his thrusts, tearing her again in the process.

She did scream, and beg the drug making her do it, but the pain of her back, combined with the pain he was causing her, made her scream.

For nearly twenty minutes, he tortured her body with his roughness. Until finally, he exploded deep inside of her. Grunting loudly, he shot every bit of his load into her center.

Once he finished, he pulled out, leaving her to hang there, while he cleaned himself off. "That was better than the first time, my pet. You are starting to enjoy it, I think. Very nice."

Josie was exhausted. The drug had kept her at a heightened state the entire time. She raised her head and looked at him. "Let her go please." she whispered. "I'll.. do whatever.. let her go."

Raising an eyebrow, he replied. "You love her that much, that you'd willingly sacrifice yourself to me?" He contemplated this. "You would have to truly make it worth my while. Give yourself fully and freely, without the use of drugs.... Then I'd consider it."

She would, for Arri. Josie nodded "I will. You can whip me, electrocute me, fuck me I will let you do it, and I will do it freely, willingly, just let her go." She begged, her amber eyes focusing on him. "I will be anything you want me to be."

For a few moments, he said nothing. Then a sadistic grin filled his face. "You have a deal, my pet. I will release your lover, so long as you give yourself fully to me." He didn't tell her that this wasn't the first time he spoke that lie. He would release Arrianna. Either when she was purchased, or when she went into the Arena. Either way, he would still win.

Josie studied him, pain was radiating from her shoulders and making it hard to think. "Sign a contract." She said. "We will sign a contract on it Kyle."

Shrugging, Cragen agreed. "Make it a business proposal, then? A'right." He grabbed a PADD from the top of the nearby desk. Then he looked up and sighed. "Oh, wait. I forgot. One, I don't do contracts with my property, and two, as you are certainly under duress, it wouldn't be valid anyway. So...." he tossed the PADD back on his desk and grabbed the cat-of-nine-tails whip and began to lash Josie's back for the next ten minutes. While not as damaging as the bull whip, over the long haul, it tore up her back even more.

Josie's screams echoed through the room. Her body jerked and writhed as she dangled from the ceiling. She had been going to honour the bargain struck. She wanted him to honour his side. She screamed as one of the strikes caused her body to jerk and almost dislocated her shoulder.

Seeing that she couldn't take much more, Cragen stopped his abuse. Stepping up behind her, he grabbed her damp, filthy hair, and pulled her head back. He then hissed into her ear. "Think of this as a lesson. Don't ever presume that you can bargain with me again. You and you girlfriend both belong to me, until someone either buys you, or your dead. Get used to you new life...my pet." He tossed her head forward again. Then walked away, leaving her hanging there. This time, however, the three old women were sent in. They removed the shackles from her wrists and ankles, secured her to a gurney then, while one of them tended her wounds, the other two cleaned the room, bringing the bed back out and getting everything back to the way it had been that morning. Once that was done, the three of them took Josie to the lavishly appointed ensuite bathroom and, after finishing the closing of her wounds, and healing her shoulder, moved her to the luxuriously large tub, where the cleaned and scrubbed every bit of her.

Once she was clean, she was dressed in another similar item of lingerie, though this time, the gave her a black garter belt and matching stockings. They then did her hair and some makeup along with a few puffs of perfume.

Once done, they took her back out the the bedroom, and gently laid her back on the bed. After re-securing her with the shackles, they attached an iv fluid line to her right arm, an began a nutrient drip, to help get her strength back. The then left her, never saying a single word.

Josie wished for oblivion. She wished he would just kill her and get it over with. She lay there in silence and closed her eyes. Please let me die. She didn't know if she could keep this up.

TBC...