Shame

Chapter 1: Sara’s Punishment

Disclaimer: I don’t own CSI.

BE WARNED!!! THIS FIC CONTAINS OFFENSIVE MATERIAL THAT NOT EVERYBODY WILL TAKE KINDLY TO, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!

Hm… First CSI fic… Smut… Lots of it… Nick is into S&M in this fic as you will soon see… his control over women is mystifying…

Sara was ashamed of herself, but she wasn’t sure if it was why she was going to Nick’s house, or why she was going to Nick’s house. That’s right; she was headed for Nick’s place for two reasons. One, she had subjected herself to a session with Lady Heather, that’s right, Sara was bisexual, and she hadn’t got herself laid in too long. The second reason she was seeking out Nick… Punishment for doing it.

As far as she knew, she was the only one at CSI who knew that Nick did this, and she didn’t dare make it public, if she did, she feared he would turn around and tell everyone that she went to him, and they would both loose their jobs. She pulled into his driveway, he didn’t know that she was coming so she was half glad, half scared that his car was there, meaning he was home. With a sigh, she put her car in park and got out.

Nick was in the middle of a meal when he heard the knocking on his door, he wasn’t expecting company so he wasn’t too surprised to see Sara standing there with her head down. With an irritated sigh, he asked; “What the hell did you do this time?”

“Nick… I…” He cut her off.

“What the hell did you just say bitch?”

“F-forgive me… Sir.” Sara corrected. “I… Needed release so… I went to… To Lady Heather…”

A noise of surprise escaped Nick’s throat. “You dirty little whore.” Sara forced back a sob. “Get in here.” Nick ordered.

Sara did so, she walked to the middle of the room where Nick ordered her to her knees, she knelt down and stared at the floor. After several moments of silence, other than the slight clatter of metal on clay, and no physical contact, she looked up and behind her to see Nick eating a pork chop. “N-Nick?” She asked… Big mistake.

Nick dropped his silverware violently and yelled; “What the fuck is with the ‘Nick’ shit today bitch?” Sara looked hurt. “You’re really gonna get it today.” Sara turned back around and put her head back down, dreading what he was going to do to her. It was several more moments be fore she heard him get up and walk over. He stood behind her, his arms crossed and head shaking. Before long, he began to speak. “So let me get this strait… You’re so pathetic, that you can’t get a guy to fuck you, so you go to another whore?” Sara didn’t answer. “Ah… Not talking today huh? Well, that’s alright, just means you’re gonna get it worse. Strip.” Sara shuttered and stood up, taking off her jacket followed by her shirt, she wasn’t wearing a bra. She removed her shoes and unbuttoned her pants pulling them off her legs, leaving her in nothing but her white bikini panties. “Arms out” Nick ordered. Sara put her arms out to her sides and spread her legs slightly, shortly thereafter Nick put wrist and ankle cuffs on her. He then attached chains to hooks on his ceiling, which he told anybody who noticed them were there when he bought the house, and suspended Sara’s arms above her head. As for her legs, he put a spreader bar between them. “Now… When the hell are you going to learn?” Nick queried rhetorically as he retrieved a leather flogger whip. This whip was a little different from most other floggers, the tails were thicker and stiffer, increasing the amount of pain the victim felt each time he/she was struck. “Got anything to say for yourself bitch?” Nick asked, this time he wanted an answer, when he didn’t get one, he lashed Sara across the back.

“AAAHHHHH!” Sara shrieked.

“I asked you a question you little cunt! Do you have anything to say?” Nick demanded.

“N-no… Sir” Sara said, sniffing up.

Nick lashed her again, harder this time.

“AAAAAAHHHHHH!”

“So you go and fuck someone of the same sex, and you don’t have anything to say?” He hit her again, earning another scream. “Huh… Anybody ever told you you’re a slut?”

“… You have Sir…” She said, risking more lashes.

Nick paused, then walked in front of her and grabbed her chin firmly in his hand. His eyes burned with rage, Sara wondered if it was truly anger or if he was just putting on a show but either way, it was scary. “Do you disagree with what I called you?” He queried.

Sara actually wondered for a moment, she wasn’t sure if she should consider herself a slut or not, although things seemed to point in the direction of yes. For example, just look at where she was now, the fact that she had gone there voluntarily and the reason she had… Maybe it was time to start being honest with herself. “I… I’m not sure Sir…” She said quietly, her eyes watering.

Nick said, “Then maybe you should be seeing a psychologist… Or do you come to me for your therapy?” He released her chin and slapped her across the face, causing her to yelp.

He turned his back to her, thinking of what he should do next. After a few seconds, Sara began to speak. “I deserve it Sir…”

A few more seconds passed. “Got that right” Nick muttered just before spinning around and lashing Sara against her side and getting a slightly different scream of pain from her. He dropped the whip and tightly grabbed her nipples in his fingers, getting him a loud moan of both pain and pleasure. He roughly pulled on her tits, pulling her nipples away from each other or away from her body. Sara’s head flew back in agony. “You know, at your age you should know when to keep your pants on.” He released her nipples, much to her relief. “Am I right?”

Sara hesitated for a moment before saying “Yes Sir.”

Nick went into his bedroom, when he came out, he was carrying two alligator clamps and was attaching a weight to each of them. He attached the weighted clamps to Sara’s nipples and Sara groaned loudly. “Oooohhhh… S-Sir… Ooooohhhhhh… Pleeease… T-take them… Aaaahhh… Take them… O-o-o-off.” Sara pleaded pathetically, tears rolling down her eyes.

Nick looked at her and said simply; “No.” He walked behind her again, still hearing the moans of pain. He produced a ten inch long by three inch thick black dildo. He released her arms from the ceiling and quickly handcuffed them behind her back. “Knees.” He ordered. Sara desperately wanted to get the clamps off her nipples, they weren’t just uncomfortable, they were painful, very painful. Nick pushed her forward so she was bending over and ripped her panties off. At this point, Sara was full blown crying, and what happened next didn’t help. Nick roughly shoved the large dildo into her pussy, slowly pushing it in as deep as it would go, listening to Sara’s moans of pain through her sobs. Her vaginal passage was being stretched to its limit and you could tell she was being penetrated by the lump in her lower abdomen. As soon as the dildo was all the way in, Nick unzipped his pants and freed his rock hard, seven inch cock and invaded her anal passage.

The pain Sara was in was almost overwhelming, she was screaming at the top of her lungs and Nick didn’t want to hear it, he pulled a red ball gag out of his pocket and wrapped it around Sara’s mouth, this muffled her screams considerably but she was still loud as Nick pumped in and out of her dry, no lube, no preparation. Sara was squirming desperately, trying to get away from the pain but Nick wouldn’t let her, he slapped her hard on the ass and yelled “Stay still!” She tried to obey but she couldn’t remain perfectly still, but she was still enough for Nick to do his work. He fucked her hard, dominating her like a piece of property rather than a person and it wasn’t too long before he came in her ass, but to Sara, it seemed to take hours. He pulled out and zipped himself up. He then took the gag out of Sara’s mouth, the dildo out of her pussy and finally the clamps off her nipples. He saw she was sweating heavily and panting hard, seconds later, she passed out on his floor. “Pathetic little whore.” Nick commented before retiring to bed, leaving Sara in a humiliating position in his living room.

Very sick and twisted I know, but I’d like some personal opinions please.