Interesting thread. Im still reading and will comment later. In the meantime, here is one of my shorts

Sonata of Pain

His hands were huge. He took her by her tiny wrists and roughly gripped them both in one of his hands. She didn’t dare struggle with the knife at her breast, but she knew she probably wouldn’t be able to get away, anyway. Suddenly, she felt herself being lifted off the floor as he picked her up with one hand! She looked into his blue eyes, cold, cruel, and demanding. He smiled at her sardonically and then let her down slowly. He was showing her what he could do, making it clear that he could easily control her with his bare hands and that the knife was merely a convenience.

His eyes left hers. and he looked down at her body. Her silk blouse was halfway unbuttoned. and her breasts peeked out from the lacy bra that pushed them up together.

“I like white meat,” he whispered in her ear, then ran his tongue down her neck, across her breastbone, and down the middle of her chest until he plunged it into the crevice between her breasts.

She gasped and pulled back slightly from his touch. It was an unconscious reaction, but unfortunately, he did not see it that way. He straightened up and looked at her in anger.

“Whore, you think you’re too good for me?” he said in a sudden rage. “You’ll never pull away from my touch, again.”

He dropped the knife and pulled one of her hands behind her back in a twisting motion, pushing it high on her back until she almost screamed from the pain, but she kept quiet, remembering what had happened the last time she had made a sound. He grabbed her by her crotch, violently yanked her back close to him, and released her arm, then turned her around facing him and bent down to pick up the knife and her violin. He picked her up, slinging her over his shoulder so that her ass was by his face. Her skirt was raised, exposing her satin panties. He push the blade against the tight cloth that covered her crevice until it cut through and she felt it against her skin, pricking the delicate flesh around her anus. She fought the desire to squirm and get away from the knife and the sharp sting of the point. She closed her eyes and held her breath staying perfectly still.

“If I hear one sound from you, I’ll shove this knife up your ass. You understand me?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

He walked down the dark alley, and she heard him open a car door. He threw her in the rear seat on her back. Then, telling her to turn over on her stomach, he quickly tied her hands and her feet together in a tight hog tie. His hands roamed all over her body as he was tying her, feeling her breasts and inner thighs, squeezing her round bottom and rubbing his large fingers in her pussy.

“I wish I had time to play now, but the wait will be worth it," he said as he covered her with a blanket and climbed into the driver’s seat.

He backed the car out of the alley and turned left. She concentrated on the turns, trying to deduce where he was going, but he kept doubling back and turned so often that, after a while, she became confused and had no idea of the direction in which they were headed.

She didn’t know who he was or where he was taking her, but it wasn’t too hard to guess what his intentions were. She hoped that he would leave her alive and that he would not hurt her too much. How was she going to survive this? What could she do?

She closed her eyes and concentrated on the music in her head. The music would help her through this as it had throughout her life. All she had to do was let it take over her thoughts, filling her mind and blocking out the horror. Slowly and methodically, she wrote the piece. As he pulled her out of the car and stripped her, the melody took shape. As he bound her breasts tightly with the thin nylon cord, she added the chorus. When he tied her to the table, bent over with her ass in the air and her breasts pressing painfully against the hard wood, she added the chords. The music filled her, the slow melody played over and over, keeping her mind separate from her body. As he raped and sodomized her, she developed the variations on the theme. She sang her song to the steady rhythm of the whip as it carved the lyrics of pain and humiliation on her back.

When he was finally finished with her that night and tied her to the steel post in the basement, blindfolded and gagged with duct tape over her mouth, he whispered of his love and commitment to her, just as a groom makes his promise to his virgin bride, to hold her and keep her until death do them part. Then he cruelly twisted her nipple, followed by a kiss on her forehead in an eerie gentle gesture of affection, before walking up the steps and closing the door. She was in total darkness in the chilly dampness of the unfinished room, not knowing when or even if he would return. She closed her eyes and composed the last notes and then let sleep overtake her, bringing her the only relief she would know in the days, weeks, months, maybe even years to come that she would be his.