The King in Yellow Chapter Twenty

ELENA’S ORDEAL

Katya closed the door of the interrogation room behind her and walked right up to the bars separating her safe zone from where Dmitri sat in his iron manacles and strait-jacket. She unbelted her tunic dress and let it slide from her soft, tanned shoulders to kneel before him – nude but for her high-heeled boots and stockings – her hands clasped behind her and eyes meekly downcast.

“You are naked for me” said Dmitri, “but still you have me brought here in chains”.

“I am sorry” stammered Katya “It’s wrong, but it was – it is important for your escape that I come here as normal”. His voice became dark brown, warm and reassuring.

“I know, and I am happy to pass the time this way. What question did you have for me”? Katya lifted her adoring face to him.

“I saw the name, Elena” she said seriously. “She seemed important. Would you please tell me who she was”?

“Elena was the first, and she built the King in Yellow as you know it. At that time, we still had to live normal lives. Submissive women sought us out through introduction agencies but could only come to be with us from time to time. Afterwards, they had to be returned safe and well to their workaday existences”.

She arrived on her motorcycle at Dmitri’s dilapidated farmhouse in the hills where he and Alexandra were sitting outside in the warm afternoon sunshine. Without a word, she took off her helmet and tossed her chestnut curls free, then unzipped her jacket and pulled off her leather trousers. Beneath, she was nude – her belly and thighs soft and curvaceous, her breasts full and proud. Dmitri stood and pulled the heavy, tooled belt from his trousers to snap it between his huge fists with a startling crack. He regarded her for a while, his acute eye ranging over her naked form but lingering longest over her face, feasting on her soul.

“You must be Elena” he said, moving closer. She bowed her head by way of acknowledgement. “I intend to begin immediately” he continued, walking slowly around her ripe body and looking it up and down. He pushed fingers into her cunt and arse, then lifted her chin and explored her mouth the same way. She stood passive throughout, calm and still. “Who sent you?” he asked, at last.

“I have never been mastered” Elena said softly, her eyes downcast. “I came here to be yours”. Dmitri took her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger and tugged gently.

“Don’t you fear pain?” he asked quietly and pulled harder until she gasped.

“Yes” she moaned. “I am terribly afraid”.

“Then bend over there” he said curtly and nodded towards a felled tree at the side of the road. Elena looked at it and then back at Dmitri for the briefest of instants before draping her nakedness over the rough wood, her booted feet spread wide and her hands braced on the parched grass in front of her.