Chapter 26: Start to The Worst Client

Bianca closed the door and went to the bathroom sat down on the toilet and took out her condom. “FEEWW that was an easy one at least” she whispered to herself. She hurried up and washed up and got ready for # 2 on the list. Wearing a long blonde wig “ha-ha this is going to be a good night I think just stay positive in the best way you can B” she said to herself. With a minute or two left until KISS came through the door. She looked at her phone again, this time only 1 text message. Again, it was from a blocked # “I can’t wait to see you tonight angle xoxox.” “Awww how sweet this can only be from Nevaeh” Bianca told herself, because there is no one else she gave her # to and that would be texting from a blocked #.
Right on time 7:01 a knock came at the door “I wonder what KISS guy is going to be on the other side of the door, lets’ hope it’s Gene with the tongue” she laughed. She opened the door and to her surprise it was a Gene look alike, well costume wise. He was dressed head to toe in the costume with the boots and all. “Man does he look great” Bianca whispered as she opened the door wider and let him in. They greeted one another and he was ready to rock and roll all night, “I’m going to rock your world for the next hour and you’re going to love every last minute of it” he said as he grabbed her by the hair and steered her towards the bed. Bianca was not sure what to expect but knew that anything wouldn’t surprise her now with all the shit that had been done to her already. “Lay the fuck down on the bed back side up and don’t say a word got it slut” he said as he pushed her to the mattress.
Bianca got up on her elbows to get her body the rest of the way on the bed, put her head into the pillow and just bit down as she waited for him to hit her. The man dressed as Gene slapped Bianca hard on the ass. “Now again slut no screaming no nothing and if you’re a good little girl you’ll be rewarded at the end” he said with a voice like no other she’d ever heard before. She didn’t answer him, and he laughed. “So, you’re learning quickly I see” he said as he slapped her again this time harder and with an object of some sort. She bit down as hard as she could on her pillow and bit back a sob. “NO YOU CAN’T LET YOURSELF GIVE INTO THIS, HOLD ON STRONG” she yelled inside her head at herself. She heard him moving around the room and what sounded like towards her docking station. A few seconds later he had the KISS song “rock and roll all night” playing. She waited for him to return and when he did, she was greeted with what felt like a hot poker used to stoke a fire. “OMG….” she screamed into her pillow, he kept hitting her with such force she thought he’d end up breaking something a rib, a foot, shoot something.
After about 15 minutes of the hot poker the Gene look alike started moving around the room again, and this time she heard what sounded like him undressing. She didn’t bother to look knowing if she moved a muscle or made a sound, she would probably be getting an ass whooping. The Gene look, alike climbed on to the bed and straddled over her backside. “Hands up against your headboard and stay still” he said as he took a rope and tied her hands and in some kind of knot and then wrapped it around her neck. “OMG… what the fuck are you doing” she said in a low whisper. “Shut the fuck up slut or it’ll get tighter” he said as he gripped the rope and pulled slightly. (COUGH COUGH)….Okay fuck okay” she said as she tried to take a breath. He slightly let up on the rope and she tried to stay calm and focus on something anything other than what was going to happen or what might happen.
Her arms were tired and neck getting weaker, but when she tried to relax the rope would only get tighter around her neck and hands at the same time. The Gene, look alike just straddled her and pulled on her hair and scrapped down her back with some kind of object that felt like needles. “GOD what is he going to do to me next” she thought as he seemed to move down her back to her ass. “Oh, good god please” she whispered to the heavens. “Oh, you’re going to enjoy this next little event slut and you won’t ever forget it I promise you that” he promised as he made a sound that seemed like he was lighting a match or a lighter. He didn’t put it to her, but what came next was something unexpected for sure. She was too scared to ask, and she tightened up everywhere when Gene look alike laughed some more. “Oh, you are probably wondering what I’m doing back here and trust me you’ll find out shortly. I’m just heating up a little gift for you” he said as he brought his right hand forward so she could see. “Oh, for fuck, sake it’s a fucking branding stick with what looks to be the emblem of KISS with all their faces on it” she whispered inside her head.
All she thought was “OMG he’s going to brand me with this, and I’ll have it forever.” She tried to stay calm and not relax to much so that the rope wouldn’t get tighter. “Alright here we go slut, you’re going to love this and just think you’ll be thinking of me every time you see this mark” he said as he put the hot branding stick to her ass cheek and let it stay there what seemed like forever. When she was sure it would never end and seemed like forever he stopped and relit the lighter to heat the branding stick again. “What the hell is going to do now” she thought as she waited for the next poke of the hot branding stick. When he finally touched her with it, he first had her spread her legs open. When she tried to keep them closed, he used all his strength in his legs to keep them from moving. “PLEASE” she screamed as he put the stick to the opening of her pussy and left it there even longer than the first time, “GOD DAMN IT…..” she screamed as he pulled tighter on the rope.
He didn’t loosen the rope until she stopped moving, “I told you if you screamed or moved, you’d get it slut and now this is what happens when you don’t listen” he said as he dropped the poker to the floor. He loosened the rope from around her neck and hands but didn’t undo them all the way, she was in so much pain she figured she was for sure going to have a blister where the branding stick had been. The Gene, look alike got up off the bed and Bianca could hear him undoing the rest of his clothes and dropping them to the floor. She risked a look at her bedside clock and noticed it was only 7:31 and had another 30 minutes left to go. “Why the fuck hasn’t Marco come in knowing he’s watching the live feeds or watching it somehow yet he’s not doing anything to intervene” she thought to herself as she put her head back down on her pillow and waited for Gene to finish up his time and leave.
After finishing with undressing and laying other things he had with him on her desk he stood back and just watched her. “Maybe it’s just the poker and lighter” she thought. A few seconds later Gene untied her and flipped her to her back with such force she lost her breath. “Now we are going to tie you up this way and have a little fun on this side” he said as he could tell she had tears in her eyes. He grabbed the robe tie from around her robe “Bite down on this if you need to because you already know what will happen if you scream” he said as he placed the robe tie in her mouth. She nodded her head in agreement and closed her eyes. “So, you think I was just going to come in here fuck you senseless and then leave? Well, you can get that out of your mind because I don’t fuck sluts you are all nasty and would never put my dick inside this” he said as he brushed his fingertips from her lips down to her pelvis just above the junction to her pussy lips.
As the Gene look alike tied her up and this time tied her legs to the end of her bed, she knew that she was in for a long 30 minutes or so. She didn’t know if she could hold out without wanting to just give up, but just as before if she tried to relax the ropes got tighter. He used his cane that he’d brought with him he hit her several times from breasts down repeatedly. At the handle end of his cane was a skull head and when he looked from it to her and smiled, she coughed and pleaded with him not to hit her anymore. He didn’t respond to a single plea but when he finally stopped hitting her, he moved to the desk and grabbed the lighter off the top. With one flick it lit up the room and instead of heating the branding stick he heated the handle of the cane. “OMG… you’ve got to be fucking kidding me” she whispered to herself as she tried to slow her heart rate down.