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THE INTERROGATION OF MACKAYLA LANE - PART 2
"There Ain’t No Way I’m Ever Gonna Love You"
CRUCE
“… I want you, I need you,
... but there ain’t no way I’m ever gonna love you …”
I had loved her once. Or had I? I wanted her for sure, I needed her most definitely … but had I ever loved her? I thought I had when more than once Mackayla had agreed to have my mark inside her mouth.
Momentarily I reflected on the times I had placed it inside her. This touch of lips on lips and the small climactic shudders that my embrace had triggered from deep within the desire able Ms Lane.
Even now the little bitch had a way of making me miscalculate, I thought, examining my finger where she'd bitten down on it. She'd broken the skin … what was inside her; Unseelie? Did that make me a cannibal?
All of her life’s progress to date had been mismanaged. Mackayla Lane should be more than this. More than Barrons’ lap-bitch, more than a dogsbody, albeit a beautiful one, for the Nine.
I had allowed Barrons’ to take her when she first set foot in Dublin, and I had done nothing to stop him from becoming her mentor. Even after we had ‘broken’ her, at the church, taken all of her, every last inch … or was that Mackayla taking every last inch from us … Barrons got the cream from the milk. I knew all about the time he spent fucking-the-Pri'ya-hell from her body!
But that would be the way no more. Today I would get from Mackayla Lane what I needed to break the King, defeat the Queen and merge the Dark with the Light. Then I would make Mackayla Pri-ya once more, and keep her chained deep in the underbelly of my throne room, where she can be permanently ready to satisfy my every whim.
That was what Mackayla Lane deserved and that was what Mackayla Lane was going to get!
The last time she was in that state, naked and exhausted outside the church, we allowed that wild, little runt to rescue her. We had even failed, afterwards, to take her from the Abbey cells. I wouldn't make a mistake like that again.
This time, I was going to make sure Mackayla was completely broken and then some. She wasn't just going to give me the information I wanted, and with it the power to overthrow the Queen, whether the Unseelie King liked it or not, she was going to beg me to wrap her leash around my fist and take her with me wherever I went!
“The Wards …” Quiet words from my lovely captive shook me from my reverie.
“Huh,” my response was uncharacteristically inane.
“The Wards. He has wards around this place. You broke them … how …”
I smiled at the inadequacy of her question.
“I have Dark Magic from the book inside me Ms Lane. Do you really think a simple Ward can hold me, even a Ward from one of the Nine?”
She didn’t answer. There was nothing more to say. Her fate was sealed. But I wanted her to know more for there was more to know.
Moving to where she was bound, seated, I knelt down and leaned into her. Once again, I moved my fingers to her hair and slicked it back away from her face.
“Not only do Wards not work on me, I now have the power to reverse them.”
Upon hearing my words Mackayla looked up at me, her expression seeming just that little bit more pained.
“And so,” I continued, “Once I break a Ward, I can reverse its power and keep out the being that created it in the first place.” I paused a moment to let the meaning of my words sink in, and then added, “So, you know what that means Mackayla?”
Her slow nod confirmed as much.
“So, tell me then. Tell me what that means Ms Lane.”
“Go to hell you bastard!”
I loved that she had fight left inside her. I laughed and provided the explanation for her. “It means that in precisely one hour, when Barrons is planning on returning here to seek you out, he will be able to get inside the building and walk almost right up to us … but then he will be stopped. The unseen force of the beautifully reversed Ward will hold him back but let him see everything that I do to you Mackayla. Do you think he will enjoy what he sees?”
Her cry of anguish was sound of beauty. A melody to my ears. An engorgement to the rigidity of my cock!
“He. Will. Kill. You.” She finally managed to utter in a whisper.
Her words deserved no answer.
Taking a moment out to gather my thoughts, I stood, took off my shirt and leaned against the wall. I saw Mackayla glance up at me. Even now bound and at my mercy, she could not resist my physical charms. I grinned down at her.
“Stop. Now. Turn and walk away!” I furrowed my brow at the attempted assertion intoned into her words, a smile breaking out on my lips. Then the smile became a chuckle which turned quickly into a guffawing laugh.
“You’re trying to control me with Voice Control? Really? Oh Mackayla, and here’s me giving you credit for having a least a modicum of intelligence … but I can see now that you really are stupid.”
Her head drooped. Her last card played. Rainbow Girl was about to be no more.
There was less than one hour before Barrons would return. How could I be so sure? King Roach is how. My insect man … the insidious Roach, and all the little crawly things, that made him whole. He, or was it ‘they’, could get me all of the information I needed, especially from inside the Headquarters of the Nine. It could get everywhere and anywhere. I knew where Barrons’ was and I knew when he would be back.
By then I would make sure the job was done properly so that the bastard could watch helplessly as I debased his girl further before his very eyes! Oh, the pleasure that would give me.
I looked up at my captive. The infamous Mackayla, wanted by a large part of Dublin, including the Guardians, was sitting still and quiet, the only movement from her was a slight heaving of her glorious body.
I could see the gleam of droplets on her skin, both from the sweat on her brow and the mix of water and moisture dripping from her exposed slit. She’d had my little pearl contraption inside her for fifteen minutes now, and she'd long since given up struggling with the ropes or shouting out her insults. Right now Mackayla sat with her head resting on the back of the chair, eyes closed and lip bitten, exhausted but unable to keep herself from squirming as the tiny vibrator refused to give her a moment of rest.
She was an exquisite sight, even tousled like this; finding her naked and dazed had been the highlight of my day so far, although the thought of stripping her clothes from her before rendering her unconscious was a veritably pleasant thought.
Mackayla had the body of a high-class whore, slender and tightly muscled, with firmness in her cheeks and ass that gave her an irresistible appeal, an appeal she used like a weapon when she wanted something. Her breasts were high and rounded and still filled with the firmness of youth, and I'd already learned that they were exquisitely sensitive.
Her skin was taut and smooth, and she'd clearly taken the trouble to get waxed recently. That was almost too bad. I would have enjoyed furthering her humiliation by doing it myself … something for the future maybe?
Time to give Ms Lane something new to think about.
Her head snapped up as I stepped back out of the shadows. She glared at me through the slits that her eyes had become.
“You’re as good as dead Fae!” She spoke with a determined menace that fuelled my desire.
I just smiled back at her and cupped my hand around my balls and the length of my constricted erection, in what was not my most refined responses ever ... which didn’t in any way stop me from enjoying it!
"I’m going to find you, make you harder you’ve ever been before, and then chop of your dick and your balls and feed them to your ass you fucking degenerate monster!” she responded to my appearance with an impressive display of venomous composure, that turned me on even more.
I laughed at her words. You just had to love this girl. Moving to her side I gripped her hair and twisted her head and neck towards me.
"The only thing you're going to do with my balls is beg to cup them while I fuck your mouth," I said pleasantly. "I may just allow it if you're a good whore for me. Want those pearls out of your body?"
She glared at me.
"It's a simple question, Mackayla. You have a string of pearls stuffed quite uncomfortably into your surprisingly tight little pussy. Would you like them removed?"
"Yes," she spat.
"What? Now come on Mackayla, I know Barrons has taught you better than that,” I grinned taunting her, “… what’s the magic word?"
I could see her nostrils widen as she tried to weigh the discomfort I'd put her in against her unwillingness to acknowledge that I held the upper hand.
"Yes …" she said finally, before adding "… please."
I bent down, grabbed the end of the string, and pulled them all out at once. Oh, the joy as she cried out. Humans huh, so fucking delightful!
“As someone once said to me Mackayla Lane, human women are not blinded by passion, they are clarified by it.”
She knew my meaning, as despite her predicament I knew that she felt my actions deep inside her body, between her thighs. Although I couldn’t feel emotion, not in the human way, other than through abstract facsimile, such a response helped to expand my heartfelt pallor, and with it amplify my desires thereby allowing me to sate them more thoroughly.
She couldn't help but squeal at that. I could only imagine the sensation of having the long string of tiny beads zip out of her aching, stretched pussy, the little vibrator and its never-ending battery popping out as well. She hunched over for a second, speechless and panting, her eyes wide as I grinned and wrapped the pearls around my fingers. They were sopping wet.
"Now what am I going to do with these?" I said. "Something of a crass trophy to put on display, maybe I can auction them off at Chester’s ..." I laughed … Chester’s was a place that I wasn’t about to visit and Ms Lane knew that.
"Maybe you should shove them up your petunia," she said sweetly, making me smile at the use of her own personal vernacular once more. How I loved her determination not to give up.
"Are you sure you want to put ideas like that into my head?" I said, and was rewarded when she blanched somewhat. "I think I've got a better idea. Let's stretch your legs a bit."
Walking behind her, I reached up and grabbed one of the ceiling chains, with its heavy-duty clip and pulled it down, then snapped it onto the rope keeping her arms together.
“How handy this room is turning out to be Mackayla. Who would have thought that these heavy-duty pulley-chains could be put to such good use?” With a quick tug, I started the winch winding it slowly upwards.
“Fuck, fuckkkkk Cruce, I don’t have ceiling chains. Why the fuck would I have …”
Mackayla grunted and bent forward cutting her sentence short, her bound wrists rising up behind her and slowly forcing her into a painful strappado position. Her knees were still bound to the chair, but she found her ass followed by the rest of her body lifted up off the seat until she was stretched taut, even more helpless than she had been before.
“You have whatever I decide to put in here Mackayla Lane. I can magic whole lands, mountains, rivers, snow, ice … fire … so how hard do you think it is to create a few heavy-duty winch driven ceiling chains huh?”
Sporting a self-satisfied, smugger-than-smug grin, I stepped in front of her once more to watch her gritting her teeth. I reached down to run my pearl-wrapped fingers back and forth over her dripping pussy.
“Those Pearls …” she said, “We each had a set bought for our sixteenth birthdays. Alina and I. We buried her with hers around her neck …”
I cocked my head, a furrowing of my brow indicating that I wasn’t sure why she was telling me this.
“And now you’re being fucked with yours!” I could tell from her expression that wasn’t the answer she had been expecting, but I wasn’t going to let her inane family ramblings distract me.
"As a matter of formality," I asked, "… are you ready to give me what I want. The Sinsar Dub, the great book from inside the ‘perfectly-shaped-ten-out-of-ten’ that doubles as your body?"
"I'm going to pull all your teeth out, one by one," she hissed, "and
then chop of your dick, before I tell you anything!"
Oh, how I loved this girl.
"No, I didn't think so." I unwrapped the pearls and took one end of the string in each hand, then strung them under her raised body, before beginning to slowly saw them back and forth. Each pass dragged the slippery little beads between her cheeks, through her slit and up again, alternately tugging up and down on her already exposed clit hood. I can only imagine the very slight nature of the distraction my motion provided from the agony in her shoulders, but not the kind of diversion that Mackayla wanted. I watched her cheeks redden and her hips squirm; she had even less mobility now than she had sitting down, but that didn't stop her from trying. The pearls were becoming a little more slippery and shiny with each pass.
"Enjoying yourself, Mackayla? This is just a preview of what I've got planned for you..." I slowed my hands and drew them tightly upward, letting each little bump pass over her clit with deliciously slow pressure. I could hear the breath fluttering in her throat as she tried and failed to control it.
"After I break you," I said quietly, leaning in close to her ear, "I think I'm going to give you a new name. Is 'Pearl' a little too on-the-nose? Maybe 'Slut' or 'Pussy’ Nothing very sophisticated, I know, but all very whore-like and we can then consign Mackayla to the dim and distant past where she belongs!"
I drew my head back as she turned quickly and snapped her teeth where my nose had been, snarling. A trapped animal already. Good.
"You must be thirsty by now, considering how much your cunt is dripping," I said. "Would you like to earn a cool drink?"
I could see the sudden flicker of hope and fear in her eyes … I knew damn well that by now she'd be dying for a glass of water. "I can let you get yourself one, you know. I'll even untie your legs if you ask nicely. Can you remember how to ask nicely, Mackayla?"
"Please," she muttered under her breath.
"I couldn't quite hear that," I said, and gave the pearls one quick pull through her slit.
"Please untie my legs," she said, gasping a little.
"Please untie your legs,
who?"
"Please untie my legs," she said, with an amazing effort at self-control, "you filthy fucking sadist asshole."
I nodded, then took one slippery pearl and pushed it into her ass.
She let out a grunt of surprise, her eyes flying wide open; she immediately clenched down, but her muscles were trembling with exhaustion, and I just pushed the second pearl harder until I forced it in as well.
Then a third. Then a fourth.
"You should be grateful you get so wet," I said. "This is much easier than I expected." A fifth. Mackayla was fighting to contain a helpless squeal with each one, I could tell, and her chest and face were flushed bright pink with humiliation.
I paused before the sixth one. "I'm going to give you a choice, Mackayla. I don't like how sharp your little teeth are, or how willing you are to use them. I can either keep stuffing these pearls inside you, or I can put something else in your mouth to keep me from getting my fingers bit again. Which would you prefer?"
"M-mouth!" she gasped, almost unable to control the tone of her voice.
I nodded, then added. “Panties? Where do you keep them? Which floor?”
******
"That was easy." I left the pearls dangling like a tail from her ass and pulled a little bit of gauzy fabric from my pocket: the tiny pair of black lace string thong panties I had retrieved from her underwear stash on the fourth floor.
"You’re lucky they’re clean, if only I could find the ones you must have been wearing before you ended up like this ... with me."
I grinned at her, then I spread the lips of her pussy and began to push the panties up inside her. An amazing thing, the vagina. She was already so tight and elastic again that I could barely tell she'd already spent so much time with the pearls stretching her.
I drew the thong back out, now sopping with her own wetness. "Open your mouth, Mackayla," I said.
I could tell that she badly wanted to spit a retort at me, but she obeyed, clearly remembering what the alternative could be.
"Wider," I said, tugging at the pearls until one popped out. Her whole body jerked at the sensation, but she opened her lips a little more. Without saying a word, I pulled out the next small, sticky white bead, and this time she whimpered and opened her mouth so wide her jaw must have creaked.
Careful to watch those snapping teeth, I pushed the panties into her mouth, chuckling a little as she wrinkled her nose at the taste of her own juices.
"Shut," I said, pulling out the third pearl, and she reluctantly obeyed. I drew a small roll of tape from my pocket and sealed her mouth with a black X. The things that I found in my pockets!
"That's better," I smiled, pulling the rest of the pearls out all at once. She bucked
hard as I did that, letting out a muffled yelp when I bent to undo her left knee from the chair.
"See what happens when you obey orders like a good girl?" I asked, moving around to untie her right knee. Her mute face showed clear relief; she could stand up straighter now and take some of the pressure off her arms.
Looking around the room I quickly saw what it was I was looking for. Smiling at Mackayla I moved to collect the thin length of metal piping, about a metre long, resting redundantly against the wall and a length of rope that was resting dormant on the wooden side shelf, amongst the scattering of books. It’s truly amazing what you can find in a bookshop … especially when you have the dark magic of the Sinsar Dubh to help you along!
As I slit the rope into smaller lengths Mackayla watched me nervously, but she wasn't going anywhere. I bent and untied one ankle, keeping it tightly in my grip until I could bring it in front of the chair and tie the rope around both the end of the piping and her delicate right ankle. Doing so forced her to balance precariously on her other foot for a moment, and I got to watch her slender form tense and tremble again until I repeated the process on the other ankle, and then straightened, leering down at her hot, bound body.
"I bet you're pretty tired of this room, hmm, Mackayla?" I said, unclipping her wrist rope from the winch but keeping it pulled tightly upward with my own hand.
“So, just let me know when you’re ready to talk to me.”
TO BE CONTINUED ...