Oracle's Ordeal - Chapter 3 (draft/preview)

Sofia walked past her bound captive, to the far corner of the room. The image of Barbara was seared into her brain; soaking wet, bound at the wrists and neck, her chest rising and falling as she tried to steady her breathing and visibly shivering. It took a not inconsiderable about of willpower to refrain from grabbing the redhead by the face and kissing her.

The mafia princess was not ashamed of this. Sexually humiliating her captives was one of the ways she would break them, stripping them of their agency, violating their intimacy; especially women. She had worked men before and even enjoyed it once or twice but he loved breaking young girls. Idealistic young attorneys the Falcones couldn’t bribe, sex workers who’d seen too much or started making trouble, anyone who got in the Falcones’ way. There was no reason she could not mix business with pleasure, especially since her lifestyle could not accommodate steady relationships. Being the youngest daughter in the biggest crime family in Gotham- a very traditional Italian family at that, she grew up used to being feared. Pampered by her family and servants, everyone else either tried to get into her good graces or stay away from her. School friends and teachers at her prestigious boarding schools wouldn’t dare cross her for fear of her familial connections, or even Sofia herself. She had always been large and she used this to her advantage, lifting weights ever since she was a teenager. She was also lonely.

But this was supposed to be different. Oracle had come after Sofia’s family and she wanted revenge but she did not expect to so taken with Barbara. She was beautiful and strong and, perhaps most importantly, completely unafraid of Sofia. She fully intended to have her fun with her victim beyond hurting her but she never anticipated being so drawn to her. Tied, helpless, and completely at her mercy as she was, Barbara was almost irresistible to Sofia.

Almost.

She had so much more in store for her captive. She knew she wouldn’t break immediately and even if she did, this was about revenge and she wanted Barbara to see the extent of her rage and sadism.

She dragged a metal trolley up to Barbara’s side and just out of her line of sight and stood before the helpless heroine. She made sure Barbara’s eyes were on her when she pulled a switchblade out of her pocket and took out the blade. She then held it to Barbara’s exposed neck, gently pressing it but not breaking the skin.

“Try not to move.” She said.

With a calculating quickness, Sofia moved the blade under Barbara’s left tank top sleeve and pulled it out, cutting it in the process. Immediately she moved to her right shoulder and did the same. She then grabbed what remained of it by the cleavage and pulled it up, sliding the blade underneath it and cutting through it. She pulled it from Barbara’s torso, and let it fall to the floor.

Barbara keeps her eyes fixed on the ceiling. She was not about to let her captor get the satisfaction of thinking she was humiliating her, but her stoicism only made her more beautiful to Sofia. She undid the last inch of the zipper on Barbara’s purple and black hoodie and went to work tearing and ripping the sleeves with her hand and switchblade, removing it completely.

Barbara was now completely topless, her gorgeous breasts rising and falling, still dripping wet from the torture she’d endured, her nipples hard as bullets, sticking out prominently in the cold air.

“Take a picture, I’ll last longer,” she said, her eyes moving down to look at Sofia who was caught staring at the beautiful, bound redhead.

Sofia said nothing. She slowly walked behind her, gently caressing her bare chest, shoulder, and neck as she disappeared from Barbara’s sight. The sound of duck tape unraveling echoed through the room and Barbara soon felt it over her mouth.

“That’s enough out of you for the time being Miss Gordon.” said Sofia, as she crouched and leaned in next to Barbara’s left ear and neck; “While I still have questions for you to answer, they can wait. Right now, I’ll settle for showing you just how dire your situation is.”

Barbara tried to focus on her breathing, remembering her training but she was thrown completely off her train of thought when Sofia gave a small, gentle kiss on her shoulder causing her to flinch and lose all her concentration.

“I’m going to hurt you,” whispered Sofia, as her lips broke away from Barbara’s soft skin.

“Make you suffer,” she continued just before planting another delicate kiss on Barbara’s strained neck, just above where the coarse rope was biting into her fair skin.

“Show you how helpless you truly are…” She was now caressing Barbara’s ear with her soft full lips, “…before I break you”, she said through clenched teeth.

...aaaand that's what I got so far. Gotta go to work now, I'll try and finish this as soon as possible!