The Shadow Doctor Ch. 02

She stumbled naked behind him, desperately scrambling to keep the collar from choking her; down the hall, out the door, across the dark garden and into the stable with the rows of cages.

He dropped the lantern on the ground and slammed her onto the row of cages, her chest pressed into the bars, her ass in the air. One hand still gripping the collar, he grabbed at her flailing wrists with the other. Catching her left wrist, he stretched her arm out above her head and pinned it to the cold metal, commanding the silk still wrapped around her wrist to bind it to the bars. He caught her other wrist and pinned it with his hand. Releasing the collar, he used his left hand to bend her arm back, pinning her unbound wrist between her shoulder blades and leaning his weight on it to keep her torso pressed into the top of the cage.

He reached between her legs and fumbled at her with his right hand. She wasn't ready, but she was still slightly damp from when he had been fingering her, and he was able to force his thumb into her, rubbing cruelly at her clit with his fingers.

He needed to fuck the bitch, remind her who her true master was. He reached out with his mind, guided by blind instinct. He grasped the chi in his center, pushing it down and through the channels in his balls. His cock sprang to life with a jolt, instantly hard. He ripped his robe open with one hand, the sash falling to the floor, letting his cock swing free, a hard steel rod he could use to punish the bitch.

He kicked her legs apart and stepped between them. She was still babbling meaningless words, but it turned into a scream as he forced himself into her barely lubricated cunt. She was so tight he could hardly move. He didn't care. She sobbed as he sawed into her.

This was true control: seeing his cock push into her, her hips slamming into the front of the cage with each thrust. Her cries of pain were like music, his strokes gaining speed as her cunt began to weep lubrication. He settled into a steady rhythm. The rage was driving him, and all the rage wanted was to rut, to make the woman know she was his, burn it into her mind so that she would never forget.

As he kept pounding her, he gradually became aware that her sobs of pain had turned into moans of pleasure. That wasn't right. The bitch wasn't supposed to enjoy being punished.

A small, clinical part of his mind noted that he had commanded her to feel pleasure any time his cock was inside her. That part was interested in how the command interplayed with the brutal fucking he was giving her. That part was not in control; the rage was in control, and the rage wanted the bitch to hurt.

Tam stepped back, his dick sliding free, and brought his palm down on her ass as hard as he could. Yelena howled, and the rage was happy. He spanked her again and again, his palm stinging from the force of the blows, the white skin of her ass darkening to red. When his hand began to hurt, he switched hands, pinning her wrist to her back with his right hand and continuing to tan her hide with his left. Her screams and sobs were like cool water pouring over him. When both pale cheeks of her ass were a dark red, he stepped forward and began to fuck her again.

The bitch was no longer trying to struggle. She had forgotten what Lu called the first lesson in her earlier panic, but Tam had taught it to her again. That pleased the rage. She was limp and submissive; her body wore the marks of his discipline. Now it was time to fill her with his cum. Releasing her wrist, Tam grasped her waist and bent her hips up, tugging her up so that she had to balance on the balls of her feet. The new angle gave him the deepest penetration yet, and he could feel her stretching around him with each stroke. With a final burst of energy he slammed into her a dozen more times, then planted himself completely within her and unleashed a river of cum into her deepest reaches.

Panting, he staggered off her, her heels hitting the ground again as he let her drop. Tam took a step back and bent over to catch his breath, his hands on his knees. Her cunt gaped between her trembling legs, cum slowly dribbling out to slide down her shaking thighs. The light from the lantern on the ground cast her shadow up towards the ceiling; in its glow, the red marks on her ass stood our luridly.

Tam felt his sanity slowly returning. He was still furious, but the shell of ice was gone. He could think and make decisions for himself. When Yelena broke the silence, he heard words, not just formless noise.

"So, I guess you're not playing the loving, respectful master game anymore. It's nice to have the truth come out at last. You can pretend at being the nice doctor, with your tastefully decorated manor and your pretty manners, but in the end you're just another rapist."

"Woman, if you don't want to make me angry again, you might want to consider shutting up."

"What do I care? If you get angry, you'll beat me and rape me? It's what you were going to do anyway. Hey, you owe me a question, if we're still playing that game. You couldn't even kidnap me yourself; you had to buy me from the Tong. Tell me, have you ever had sex without paying for it first?"

Tam growled and stalked over to her. His chi was gone and she hadn't climaxed so there was no qing to restore the balance. But the rage found a pool of chi somewhere; it wasn't his, and yet it was. That didn't make sense, but he could draw on it and feed it into another erection. Her cunt was still full of his cum and he felt it squelch around him as he entered her. His hands settled on her hips. "I thought you'd had enough cock for the night, but it sounds like you need more. I hope your cunt isn't too sore already, bitch, I'm going to fuck it until it's raw."

Yelena grunted as he began to thrust, but used her free arm to support herself as she twisted her torso up so that she could face him. Her face was streaked with tears, but she was smiling, her eyes burning with a mad green fire in the lamplight.

"No more questions game either I see. It's nice to know that your promises are as worthless as everything else about you. For some reason I thought I could at least trust you to keep your word, but I see I was wrong about that."

Tam growled and slammed into her, yanking her back to meet his thrusts, fucking like he was trying to drive his dick straight through her body.

"Ah, oh god, fuck. Ah, shit." Yelena lost her grip as he pounded her and she collapsed back facedown. After a moment she rallied and continued; her breath short from the merciless fucking.

"Ah, I hope you remember that even though your word is trash, I can't lie. Fuck, ah, shit. I, I want you to know that what you're about to hear is the truth. Think about this while you're raping me."

Yelena couldn't hold herself up, but she looked over her shoulder and met his eyes. "That fucking bastard who raped me while you, ah, watched? Lu? He, he has a bigger cock than you do, just so you know."

"STOP. FUCKING. TALKING!" Tam's fist cracked into her face. The bitch cried out from the impact, but it seemed to have finally shut her up.

"So, you liked his big cock better than mine, bitch? You need something real big stretching out your holes? I've got an idea for something you'll like." Tam pulled his dick out and jammed his fingers into her cunt, scooping out a mix of his cum and her juices. He spread the cheeks of her ass with his other hand and began to rub the slick mixture into the tight ring of her asshole.

Yelena squealed and bucked under him, trying to twist away. He pressed his left hand into the small of her back, pinning her in place while he scooped another load out of her cunt, using it to force a finger into her.

"I don't think you mentioned taking a cock in this hole before when you told me about your lover. I've never reamed out a whore's ass before either, so we'll get to have our first time together. I hear it's a lot tighter back here; if you thought losing your virginity to your little lover back home hurt, just imagine what this is going to feel like."

Yelena made a high, wordless keening sound then began to gasp as he worked another finger in.

"That's two fingers. Feel how stretched your virgin little asshole is from two fingers. Someone told me once that it hurts less if you relax. You're welcome to try that, but I think you should be worrying about how much wider this little hole is going to have to stretch when it takes my dick."

Tam slid his dick back into her cunt as he continued work his fingers in and out of her ass. "Ah, that's tight. I can actually feel myself moving inside you. Don't worry, I'm just getting my dick nice and wet for you. You'll get to take it in your ass soon."

He slid out of her and moved to rest the head of his cock against her rear entrance. Yelena sobbed in pain as he pushed through her sphincter. She shoved her free hand into her mouth and bit down on it. Her bound hand was clenched in a white-knuckled grip around one of the bars of the cage. Tam gasped as he got the head of his cock through her tight ring; sliding another inch into her once he passed the initial barrier.

"It seems you ran out of smart things to say. I thought you'd at least want to beg for mercy. I guess you really want to get ass-fucked."

He continued to narrate his actions as he worked himself the rest of the way in, mirroring what she had done in his bedroom. "Ah, gods above and below, that's tight. Ah, Yelena, your asshole feels fantastic. This is an amazing sensation. You can't see it, but I'm about halfway in. Feel that, feel my cock splitting open your virgin ass. It's okay to cry. There, feel that, yes. You've got all of master's cock buried inside your tight little virgin ass."

He stood there for a long moment, reveling in how fantastically tight she felt. After a long moment, he pulled out until just the head was inside her and pushed back into her. He slid his hands along her sides as he began to slowly fuck her ass.

"Remember yesterday night, Yelena, when you took a cock in your slave mouth for the very first time? Remember how it felt to swallow my cock down your virgin throat. This was your last virginity, and now it's mine too. You're a good girl for saving it for me. Your worthless lover didn't deserve this tight heat and you knew it, you knew you wanted to save your ass for your master."

Tam smiled as she squirmed under him. He fucked her slowly, luxuriating in the sensation, his hands kneading the bruised globes of her ass. She was still sobbing in pain, but after a few minutes her hips began to move back to meet his thrusts and she squirmed under him, involuntarily trying to find something that would stimulate her clit. Earlier he had been angry at her for feeling pleasure, but now he was pleased. He could do anything he wanted to her, and the bitch would like it.

"Yes, go ahead Yelena, get off on this. You can stick a hand down there and rub your clit if you want. I'm surprised you can try and get off while you're still sobbing in pain, but I won't stop you. You're such a hot little slut. I think you actually like getting ass-raped."

Yelena made a strangled, hate-filled noise. She moved her free hand as far away from him as she could, grabbing onto the bars of the cage, and tried to still her hips, but she couldn't stop herself.

Tam kept his strokes slow. He loved watching her body betray her, reaching for humiliating pleasure while he fucked her ass. He reached under her and fondled her breasts. "That's right, slave, you love being fucked. You've taken master's cock in your mouth, in your pussy, and in your ass. You love them all. Do you have a favorite yet? I think your ass might be my new favorite, but don't worry, I'll keep using all your holes."

Yelena began to moan through her sobs. She was being flooded with sensation - his cock stretching her ass, his hands on her breasts, the implanted command flooding her body with pleasure to mix with the pain. Tam thought of another addition.

"Yelena, I want you to imagine we're being watched. Imagine one of your friends from the foreign quarter walked in here by accident. Think about what they'd see - Yelena Alexovna, the gifted translator, face down naked on a dog's cage, shaking and moaning while she takes it in the ass."

Yelena gasped and shuddered. She could clearly picture it, and as Tam hoped, her latent taste for exhibitionism and humiliation he had observed was flowering. He increased the speed of his strokes, feeling himself building towards his own climax.

"Think about how ashamed they'd be. Feel their eyes on you, judging you, seeing how hot you get when you're treated like an animal; a pale, bald little bitch in heat, moaning with a Han cock in your ass. They'd know what a dirty slut you really are, that you love taking cock in all your tight wet holes. They know you've begged for cock, you filthy little whore."

Yelena came screaming underneath him. Tam fucked her straight through her climax, and when she stopped shuddering he moved his hand to rub at her clit, forcing her into another orgasm. He mentally commanded her to feel two more fast peaks before he finally came, collapsing over her back as he shot his load into her ass.

He lay there for a moment, shuddering. His rage had burned out of him with the orgasm, along the strange chi, wherever it had come from. The rage flickered in the back of his mind when he thought of Yelena fucking Lu, reminding him it could return, but for now it was gone. He pulled himself off her and wiped his cock off on her ass, leaving smudges on her bruised cheeks.

The way she was lying motionless worried him, and he leaned over to check her pulse and peel back an eyelid. She was alive, just passed out senseless. It was the second day in a row he'd fucked her unconscious.

Tam looked at the girl's stained body with a faint sense of guilt. She was draped limply over the cage, her hips hanging off the edge, still tethered by one bound wrist. Her ass was a wreck: both cheeks blossoming with bruises, wet cum dripping from her distended asshole to make tracks down her legs where it mixed with the older traces descending from her cunt.

He left her lying there while he probed at the feeling of guilt, wondering why he was bothered by it. It wasn't as if he'd done anything actually wrong; he'd punished his slave for being insolent, and fucked her. Fucked her rather brutally, it must be admitted, but he was sure many men who had the opportunity fucked their slaves or even their wives in similar fashion occasionally.

Even if it had been wrong, it was far from the worst thing he had done to her. He had literally broken her mind and stolen her free will, and he felt no guilt over that. In fact, he would not have raised an eyebrow if Su Wen had done as he expected and slit Yelena's throat instead of selling the girl to him.

Perhaps, he decided, it was the fact that he owned her that made him feel guilt. He had been taught to take good care of his possessions, to maintain his tools, treat his servants with respect. Ownership and power required responsibility. He had been careless and damaged her in anger. It had been . . . improper. Yes, that was what was bothering him. While he had been perfectly within his rights, he had failed to control himself and maintain proper behavior.

She had deserved to be punished for insulting him with the horrible things she said about Lu (the anger flared again, but he forced it back down), but he had not been measured in his response. He had called her an animal in heat, but he was the one who had behaved like an animal tonight.

Tam resolved to control himself more strictly in the future. For the moment, the best thing he could do was clean her up and treat the fresh injuries he had inflicted on her.

A course of action clear before him, he settled to work. The first thing to do was get the girl's unconscious body off the cage. Releasing her wrist from the cage, he carefully lifted her into his arms. The dirt floor of the stable was clearly no place to treat her. He had to set her down on the cage to retrieve the lantern. It took him a moment to work out the logistics, but he managed to get her into his arms while still holding the lantern and carried her to his clinic. She was heavier than he had thought, a tall full-grown woman despite how thin she was. Thinking about that, he ruefully promised himself that he would remember to feed her more than once a day going forward.

Tam gently set Yelena on the examination table and brought over a bowl of water and some clean strips of cloth. He bathed her by hand, examining her as he cleaned dirt, sweat, and fluids from her body. Once she was clean, he rubbed healing cream into her bruises again, old and new, almost emptying the jar. The tanning he had given her ass was bad, and there were some already fading marks from the cage bars on her torso and hips.

The worst by far though was the black eye he had given her. Tam had a vague memory of hitting her so that she would stop talking, but he didn't realize he had struck her that hard while consumed in rage.

He used acupuncture to reduce the swelling; her eye socket would still be tender and bruised, but she would be able to see through the eye normally. He got out the cream he'd used when he fingered her the first evening, and gently worked it into her reddened labia and vagina to reduce the soreness. After consideration, he decided it was safe to use it on her anus as well.

After that, there was nothing more he could do. She had been given the best treatment he could offer, which in his private opinion meant the best treatment in Nihai; there was nothing else that would help except rest and the body's natural healing. He went and got one of the dresses Lin Song had purchased and carefully tugged it into place on Yelena's slumbering form. He then picked her up again and carried her into his study and positioned her on her side on a low couch he kept there.

When he looked out the eastern-facing window of the study, the sky had already begun to brighten. He sighed; Bin Hsui was probably already waking, preparing to let the cook in to start her day. In another hour, Lin Song would be up, and then the maids would arrive, along with the specialist who came once a week to help Bin Hsui with the gardening. No point in trying to catch a bit of extra slumber.

Before he had bought Yelena, today would have been one of his studying days. Now he had planned to go shopping for Yelena; some slutty little bed slave outfits, shackles so that Lin Song could have the girl help around the house, some treats for her when she was well behaved, some treats for him when she needed to be punished . . . yes, it would be a worthwhile diversion from his studies. After all, poring over old scrolls of magic was nothing compared to experimenting with the living, breathing magic he'd bound into the battered girl on the couch.

Now the shopping trip would have to be delayed; he had promised himself to take better care of the girl, and the first step in keeping that promise was to let her sleep as long as she needed to, and be there to check on her when she woke. She would probably be frightened and resentful too, just like when he had first brought her home. He had just begun to tame her, and now she would be wild again, fighting until he broke her, then fighting him again; it would be preferable to erase the night, but he wasn't sure if he could tamper with her mind to that extent without her putting the pieces together.

So much progress lost because he could not control his temper. Still, a scholar did not give up when presented with setbacks - he would try something else, and see how that went. That was the method that had led to his breakthrough in controlling minds, and he remained confident in the path.