Shadows in Mind Ch. 02

Tripper nodded, "Sure, he did. Don't see why I should care, hey." Around the table, women muttered and grumbled. Victoria just stared at him, her eyes both icy and filled with heat at once.

She leaned forward, and Tripper just managed to not flinch away; he shuddered as her lips brushed his ear softly. "I am going to enjoy this," she whispered, quiet enough that he doubted anyone else in the room could hear. "Goddess, you better not break too easy. I want this to last, worm."

Her eyes blazed, and fire enveloped him. He cried out, and felt his knees give out; he collapsed on the floor, writhing in agony. Fire flowed through his blood, burning, his veins pumping lava. Tears flowed from his eyes as he thrashed on the floor, and somewhere distant he knew his bladder had let go, and he flopped about in a puddle of his own urine, his muscles pulling tight in their agony.

Above him, dimly, he was aware of Victoria speaking over his screams.

"You are dismissed, Cinnamon. I know this is not your fault." Cinnamon turned, his own eyes squinting at the pain he felt radiating from the floor, and fled the room, his eyes down. Victoria turned her smile, sadistic and cold, on the women around the table. "I am rather fond of this one, though clearly his training is incomplete. I knew he was strong when I took him, but even I am surprised he resisted enough of the conditioning to walk in here so smugly, staring us all down with such defiance. That should not have been possible, of course," her smile deepened. "We must all work that much harder to ensure he learns his place."

One of the women towards the rear of the table, a blonde with emerald eyes and a heavy bosom, stood and faced her. "I accept him, and I accept the challenge." She grinned wickedly. Another woman, a slim brunette with glowing eyes, looked down at the table with a frown.

Victoria bent next to Tripper, and he felt the fire laying waste to him recede. He lay in his own waste and shivered, his muscles sore and exhausted, his body suddenly freezing cold, his head pounding. "Do not disappoint me, little one," she whispered. She reached down and cupped his testicles in her hand, rubbing them softly. She trailed a finger on her other hand along his chest, ticking his smooth flesh. "I think I am going to enjoy this."

He glanced at her with hate in his eyes, her touch doing nothing to arouse him. He smiled, and panted; "Fuck you, bitch."

Pain blossomed in his head, fire and thunder, explosions of pure agony, ripping through him, tearing him to shreds. His body, already exhausted, could take no more. As he plunged into unconsciousness, Victoria's laughter followed him down, taunting.