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Warning: Evil Ambrose smut ahead. You've been warned! ;)

Part 2

"Tag. You're it..."

The cruel intonation of his voice sent a chill racing down Natalie's spine as a heavy ball of dread knotted in the pit of her stomach. As impossible as it seemed, she had failed. Despite all of her best efforts, he had won. He had found her. Recalling the cryptic threats he'd made in the room upstairs, she felt the bile rise in the back of her throat. She had no idea what he might possibly have planned for her. But she knew that whatever it was, it wasn't going to be good.

Momentarily frozen with indecisiveness, she finally did the only thing that seemed plausible to save herself. With as much force as she could muster, she swung the cabinet doors open against him, throwing him off balance as she scrambled out of the confining space. But always fast on his feet, Dean recovered quickly, lunging at her and latching onto one frail ankle before she even had the opportunity to get to her feet. Rolling to her back, she raised her knee toward her face, prepared to kick her way free from his grasp. But he knocked the limb away effortlessly before jumping back to his own feet, dragging her with him as his fist closed around her hair again. Spinning her around, he bent her over the table roughly, slamming her face against the solid wooden surface hard enough to turn her vision black. Her gasp of pain flared into a frenzied barrage of screams and curses, yet through it all, he stood silent behind her, easily staying out of reach of her clawing hands as he waited for her to tire herself out.

"You bastard! Get off me! Let me go!" She was panting, the results of her efforts obvious, and he finally released a laugh as he glanced toward the now empty cabinet, one hand still clasped around the base of her neck to keep her in place. "You know, I gotta admit darlin', that wasn't bad. Not bad at all. A little clever actually. But unfortunately for you, it wasn't quite clever enough."

Another burst of adrenaline coursed through her and Natalie renewed her struggles, but he merely tightened his grip on her neck, keeping her pinned securely to the table. "You wanna know what gave you away?" He answered the question without waiting for an invitation. "It was your perfume. I got a good whiff of it earlier, upstairs. You know, I've never really understood why you girls like to cover yourself in that stuff. Walkin around smelling like flowers or cupcakes or rainbows or some crap. But I bet this wasn't the kind of attention you expected when you sprayed that shit on this morning, was it?"

"Let me go." she repeated, begging now, as she ignored his insults. If she couldn't beat him physically, perhaps she could at least appeal to his senses. "You don't want to do this, whatever you're planning. Think of the consequences. Think about your career. Wrestling is all you have. You'd be lost without it."

Throwing his head back, Dean laughed out loud. "Consequences? From who? You can run your mouth all you want...nobody will believe a word you say. They'll just think you're trying to stir up more shit, just like you always do."

"It doesn't have to be like this." she continued, pleading. "We can work something out. I have connections. I can fix this..."

"Oh, make no mistake...you will find someway to fix this." He was leaning over her now, the broad width of his chest pressed against her back, pinning her to the table,as he breathed harshly in her ear. "But that doesn't mean you still don't deserve to be punished for what you've done..."

His free hand, which had been braced on the table beside her head, disappeared. Within a moment, she felt it land on her hip, his fingers sliding along the smooth material of her skirt as he slowly gathered it into the palm of his hand. Feeling the hem riding higher and higher on her thighs, she again tried to fight her way free, but he only lowered his weight further onto her back, keeping her still.

"I warned you what would happen if I caught you again." he rasped, his voice low and menacing. "I can make this as easy or as hard as it needs to be. It's all up to how you wanna do it."

She stilled again and did her best to ignore his wandering fingers as she tried to think of a way out of her compromising position. But for all of her craftiness and ingenuity, for all of her scheming and plotting, this time, she was completely at a loss as to what to do. This was new to her – she was not accustomed to having things not go her way. But for the first time in a long while, she could see no viable way out of this precarious situation she had created for herself.

The jingle of his belt buckle pulled her from her thoughts, the pulse in her neck throbbing heavily as he loosened the clasp and tugged the leather briskly through the belt loops with a whispery rush. She tensed as she waited expectantly for the inevitable that she knew would come next, but instead, he surprised her by looping one end of the strap around her left wrist tightly, before securing the other end to the table leg, rendering the limb useless.

"No more games." he stated gruffly as he pulled on the bond to test its security, satisfied when it held. "It's time to get serious."

She felt his hand at her hip again, both of them this time, tugging at the material of her skirt which had been bunched there, the course texture of his jeans rough against the bare skin of her thighs. With her eyes locked on the bond that held her left wrist, she squirmed beneath his unwelcome advances, desperately searching for a flaw in the restraint that would allow her to break free. If he noticed her endeavors, he paid her no mind, his attention drawn to more important matters as his hands began their eager exploration. They slid from her hips to her waist, then around to the flat plane of her stomach, the taunt muscles twitching involuntarily as his fingers skimmed over them. Continuing the journey upward, he sought out her breasts, palming the large mounds and squeezing them roughly, which earned him another burst of angry curses. Shrugging off her complaints with an amused chuckle, he grabbed at the open collar of her blouse, jerking hard, the motion easily popping all of the buttons loose. Gasping in shock, Natalie attempted to lower her untethered hand to grasp the material closed, but he thwarted her efforts, catching her by the wrist and trapping it against the table.

"Do you really think you're going to get away with this?" she threatened, panic buzzing through her as she tried to think of something, anything, that would talk him out of what he was about to do.

"Do you really think I care?" he retorted, caressing the smooth dip of her side. Quickly, he shifted his attention back to her chest, where he managed to unclasp her bra expertly with his unoccupied hand. As her voluptuous curves tumbled free from the restrictive confines of the material, he resumed his examination, testing the weight of one naked breast in the palm of his hand.

"You know, I always wondered what you were packin' up there." he breathed over her shoulder as he groped her callously. "Too bad they're as fake as the rest of you."

"Go to hell." she spat, the word trailing off in a breathless gasp as he pinched the nipple sharply in response. She felt him shift above her, no doubt aiming for a better view of his exploits, and she took advantage of the moment, jerking to the side with lightning quickness, his preoccupation allowing her to tug her wrist free from his grasp. Channeling the anger brewing inside her, she twisted toward him, clawing at the air, sharp nails aimed ambitiously toward his eye sockets. But with obvious amusement, he merely flashed her an infuriating grin as he easily deflected the assault, the look on his face suggesting that he readily welcomed whatever challenges she might attempt to throw his way.

Within seconds, she was back under his control, pinned again helplessly between the unyielding tabletop and his equally solid chest. Still, she refused to surrender, fighting with all of her might to push herself off the hard surface beneath her. She braced herself against the furnishing, the muscles in her arm flexing as she tossed her head backwards blindly, in hopes of connecting with his nose. But she missed her target, finding nothing but air behind her, until he her grabbed her by the hair and slammed her face hard against the table. The attack was followed by the sharp, hot sting of his hand against her panty-clad ass, and she yelped in surprise, her struggles ceasing as a second blow quickly followed the first.

"I warned you, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. Makes no difference to me." he reminded her as he walked his fingertips teasingly over the pinkish blotch that now marred her skin. Abruptly, his palm found its mark for a third time, gracing her bottom with another biting blow.

"Ow! That hurts, you bastard!" she cried as she danced from one leg to the other, trying to soothe away the burning pain. Unimpressed, he breathed heavily against her ear.

"I suggest you shut up and take it, before I find a better use for that belt." he growled menacingly.

Certain that he wasn't joking, Natalie quickly clamped her mouth closed as he picked up where he'd left off, his fingers tracing along the low waistband of her panties, illiciting a sound of objection that died on her lips as they slipped beneath the seamless edge of the material and pulled them down. He tugged them to her knees, then used the toe of his boot to jerk them the rest of the way to the floor, before kicking them aside with an air of indifference. Now completely naked from the waist down, she couldn't prevent the tremor that coursed through her as his hands came to rest on her hips once more.

"I'm not going to let you do this to me..." she argued, blinking back the heavy tears that had formed in the corner of each eye as she tugged against the makeshift restraint that still held securely, her words earning a laugh from the man behind her.

"Oh, I'm not going to do anything to you." he stated calmly, his tone less than reassuring. "You're going to do it to yourself."

Stunned, she gave him an incredulous glance over her shoulder. "What the hell are you talking about?"

He glanced downward, nodding his head in her direction. "Touch yourself." he commanded.

His meaning sinking in, she felt her skin flush with embarrassment as she choked back a laugh of incredulity. "Fuck you."

The sudden, sharp blow of his hand against her already throbbing ass made her cry out again. "I don't think you're in any position to argue." he reminded her, coolly.

Panting harshly, she longed to reach behind her and rub away the sting that lingered on her bruised skin. But she refused to give him that kind of satisfaction. Instead, she stubbornly left her hand where it was on the table, ignoring his crude command. Instantly, she was rewarded with a trio of savage strikes to her bottom, her thighs slamming hard into the edge of the table with each stroke.

"I better see that hand moving." he warned, raising his hand for a fourth blow.

With a whimper of resignation, Natalie let her hand drop from the tabletop to slide between her thighs, cupping herself as she waited for the pain in her ass to subside. Indifferent to her discomfort, Dean shoved his leg between her own and used his knee to widen her stance, leaning back to take a closer look.

"If I don't see some action soon, you're gonna regret it." he warned, taking note that even though she'd placed her hand where he wanted it, it wasn't moving.

Closing her eyes, she felt humiliation wash over her as her fingers slipped between her soft folds and she began to gently stroke herself. Struggling to maintain an expression of disinterest on her face, she guided them along the most intimate parts of her body, barely skimming the surface as she carried on the charade of pleasuring herself, wondering how much longer this ordeal would continue. It wasn't that she had qualms about touching herself. It was an indulgence that she had savored on numerous occasions, whenever a suitable partner was lacking. But there was no way in hell she was going to do this now. Not here. Not with him. She'd be damned if she'd give him the pleasure of experiencing the show.

Unfortunately, as the minutes ticked by, he seemed to grow more enthralled by her actions, his astute observation alerting him that perhaps she was not being as cooperative as he had demanded. Leaning in closer, he covered her hand with his own, forcing it more firmly against her unwilling body. Appalled, she tried to jerk her hand away from the contact, but he held it firmly, gliding it across her skin with tantalizing slowness, teasing the sensitive flesh.

"I won't warn you again." he threatened, his enjoyment obvious from the hardness she felt pressed against her hip.

Guiding her movements, he forced her fingertips to brush upward along her smooth slit, massaging the hidden nub with a series of slow, delightful circles before trailing away along a path of torturous avoidance, the action mimicking the own technique she used to pleasure herself when she was alone. Biting her lip, she tried to ignore her body's response to the familiar movements, still struggling to pull her hand from his grasp, even as he forced it deeper into her quickly dampening flesh. Adding insult to injury, he wrapped his free arm around her, his hand covering one breast, his thumb stroking and teasing the hardening nipple with surprising finesse, until she was almost arching into his touch.

She gasped, whimpering softly as unwanted tension began to wind its way through the pit of her stomach, fighting the accelerating pace that he alone controlled. Her breath quickening, she groaned pitifully, the sound a mixture of growing need and forlorn resignation as her carnal instincts rose to the forefront and began to take control.

It was obvious now what he wanted from her, what his intentions were. It wasn't pain or fear he was after. No, that would be too easy for him to achieve. He wanted her shame, her humiliation, his retribution for the own disgrace that he'd publicly endured all those weeks ago. Do unto others. An eye for an eye. It all made sense. And even though he didn't have a throng of fans currently cheering him on from the sidelines, she knew that it made little difference to him. He would know. And so would she. And that simple fact would be audience enough for him.

Roughly shoving her fingers inside of her, he forced her to fuck herself as the heel of his palm grinded deliciously against her throbbing clit, drawing her ever closer to that invisible line he so desperately wanted her to cross. Closing her eyes, she attempted to resist the wave of tension swelling inside of her, focusing on anything and everything else she could find to help rein her wayward libido back in line. But it was a useless battle, one she knew she was going to lose, the pleasure unbearable now as she fucked herself harder and faster, her hips moving of their own accord in a matching rhythm, searching for the impending release that was just out of reach.

Teetering on the edge, she was nearly there, her body straining as it reached the peak, his hand still hot and furious between her thighs. Then it was gone, and she gasped as her hand was abruptly torn away, her arm twisted viciously behind her back and held there. Crying out in pain and surprise, she squirmed against the edge of the table, every nerve in her body still desperate and on fire with the denial of her impending orgasm.

"Well, it looks like we have a little problem here." He rasped, taunting her as he thrust his hips crudely against the curve of her bottom. "See, where I come from, if you want something, you gotta ask for it first."

Beneath him, Natalie remained silent, still dizzy and weak from the labored efforts she'd been forced to undertake.

"No? Not ready to beg yet?" he inquired. "Ok."

His hand dropped between her thighs again and resumed its wicked exploration. With an anguished sigh, she made a half-hearted attempt to close her legs, but as she already suspected, her resistance was futile. And within minutes, she was thrusting her hips in rhythm with his touch again, every muscle in her body coiled tight and ready to spring with the welcome flood of relief. Then she was left dangling over the edge again, a sob of pure frustration torn from her as she was left unsatisfied for a second time.

With a laugh, he peeked over her shoulder. "I can keep this up all night. I told you darlin', I can make this as easy or as hard as it needs to be."

Despair washing over her, she knew there was only one way this night would end. Still, the hand behind her back curled into a fist, the nails digging painfully into the soft skin of her palm as she tried to suppress the word that finally tumbled from her lips. "Please..."

"Ahhhh, that's more like it. Now the question is, please what?"

Unable to bring herself to voice the words, she whimpered, shaking her head as though she might somehow be able to deny that any of this could even be happening to her. Dissatisfied with her silence, his palm bounced off of her already tender ass, the angry smack resounding throughout the room as her soft mewl of dissent spiraled into a cry of pain.

"Please what?" he repeated harshly.

Exhausted and broken, Natalie gave in, finally mouthing the words she knew he wanted to hear.

"Please...fuck me."

Trembling, she lay bent over the table, her right arm still pinned behind her, her left still restrained by the belt, listening helplessly as the button of his pants was unsnapped and the zipper pulled down. And even though she knew what would come next, she still jumped, startled, as he boldly guided the head of his cock between her legs, her face flushing with embarrassment as he coated himself with the results of his earlier efforts. Then, pressing himself against her entrance, he paused.

"Later on, just remember," he warned. "You asked for this..."

He thrust into her savagely, without the slightest care or concern for her comfort, her slick depths drawing him in. Once fully inside her, he wasted no time in taking what he wanted, the result of each long, deep stroke flickering through her stomach as he possessed her completely. The rough hands that dug into her hips slid upward to cup her breasts, the fingers brutally pinching and tugging at the tender peaks. Defenseless, she tried to distance herself from the torture, but in the end, she only resulted in pushing herself further back onto the hardened length of him, driving him deeper inside of her. Her head spinning, she groaned in pleasure, feeling the tension coil through her belly as he slaked the need that he'd earlier denied, trying her best to ward off the sensations building inside of her. As this pace, she thought, he should be done quickly enough. If only she could hold off a little longer...

Releasing her arm from behind her back, Dean traded it for her hair, yanking her head back sharply so her ear was close to his mouth.

"I wanna see you play with yourself again." he demanded, between ragged breaths.

Moaning, she shook her head as she grasped the edge of the table to balance herself. Dissatisfied with her response, he released the breast he'd been mauling, using the hand to punish the other ass check, which up to this point had been spared from abuse, marring it with the result of several heavy handed blows.

"Do it!" he ordered, finding his mark one last time before she finally caved. Her hand slithered reluctantly between her slippery thighs, and he released her hair, shoving her forward onto the table as his hand covered hers again.

"Don't do this..." she pleaded, her voice not much more than a whisper, her breath ragged as his fingers forced hers to pleasure herself, dragging back and forth over her swollen clit with a rapidly quickening pace.

"I told you, I'm not." he breathed. "You are."

He returned his attention to her nipples, fondling them roughly as his fingers pressed deeper into her wet slit, his thrusts quickening along with the pace of her ragged breath. Helplessly, she felt the pleasure swell within her – the cock buried deep inside her, the fingers tormenting her throbbing clit and aching nipples, the sharp nip of his teeth, which had found a particularly sensitive spot on the back of her neck – all driving her headlong into an overpowering release. With an uncontrollable urge, her gasps transformed into loud, ragged moans as she arched into him, driving him further inside of her, the head of his cock dragging across the most delightful of spots, making her entire being shudder with delight. Unable to stop the impending reaction, she came hard and fast, nails digging and scratching at the tabletop as her screams of pleasure echoed throughout the empty house.

Collapsing against the table, she was only faintly aware of the sound of his own harsh breath quickening, and the feel of his body stiffening as he came inside of her with a ferocious growl. For a few moments, his weight grew heavy as he rested on top of her, his chest slick and hot against her exposed back. Then he stood, withdrawing from her, her senses returning slowly as she listened to the rustle of his clothing as he dressed himself. Bracing herself on the tabletop, Natalie attempted to stand upright, but her trembling legs gave way beneath her and she slid to the floor, her back propped against the leg to which she was still tethered.

He was watching her, glaring at her - that much she could tell. But she refused to meet his gaze. She didn't want to look at him. She didn't want to see the smug satisfaction that she knew she would find in his eyes. Instead, she stared off into nothingness, her attention focused on the dark shadows that danced around the long-abandoned room behind him. How long she'd sat there, she wasn't sure. Maybe seconds. Maybe minutes. But it was a quick succession of bright, rapid flashes that finally pulled her back into reality. Confused, she finally glanced up at him, realization and horror slowly setting in.

Smiling, he fiddled with the cell phone in his hand, before turning his attention back to her. Leaning over, he untied the belt strap from the table leg, then unfastened it from her wrist. The appendage fell into her lap, blistered and numb, and she eyed him suspiciously as he swung the belt over his head and hung it carelessly about his neck. Crudely, he kicked the bottom of her foot.

"Clean yourself up. You're a mess." he taunted. Grinning, he kneeled down and waved the phone in her face. "Just to make sure that we're on the same page, this is my insurance policy. If I have any more trouble out of you, I mean even the slightest peep, I promise that every guy in the locker room will have their own personal copies of these photos." He shoved the phone into the pocket of his jeans.

"I bet they'd really enjoy seeing how freshly fucked you look right now. In more ways than one." He added, chuckling softly. "But I don't think we're going to have any more trouble now, are we? I think after tonight, you might have just learned your lesson. But just so there's no confusion, let me make this perfectly clear darlin'...if you breathe a word of this to anyone...if you tell a single soul that you even saw me tonight,...I'll make tonight look like a walk in the park compared to what I'll do the next time I see you. Understand?"

Huddled nervously against the hard wood of the table, Natalie nodded as she hugged herself to try and cover some of her nudity.

"Then say it." he demanded.

"I understand." she whispered, cringing as he gave her cheek a pat.

"Good girl. That's what I thought."

She watched as he rose to his feet, her eyes dropping to the floor as he slowly circled around the table. From the corner of her eye, she saw the light shift as he picked up the candle from the corner where he'd placed it earlier and strode toward the door. There he paused and turned back toward her.

"If I were you, I'd be gettin' dressed and gettin' the hell out of here. You've got a long walk ahead of you. Besides, if you wait around here too long, you never know who else might decide to show up."

Then he was gone and she was alone again, the room thrust into pitch blackness as he disappeared into the house. Overwhelmed and exhausted, and relieved that she was finally alone, she curled up on the floor and began to sob. Briefly, the thought crossed her mind that maybe he wasn't really gone, that perhaps, even now, he could be lingering in the shadows, drawing even more pleasure from her pain and fear. But she decided that by this point, she didn't care. As far as she was concerned, he couldn't do any more harm to her than he already had.

When she was finally cried out, she slowly rolled to her knees and used the ledge of the table to pull herself to her feet. Lingering for a moment, she tried to regain her bearings, tugging her skirt back into place and refastening her bra, before shuffling toward what she hoped was the direction of the doorway. With her arms held out in front of her, she stumbled blindly back through each of the uninhabited rooms she'd traversed earlier that night, anxious to make her escape from this horrible, nightmarish place.

Finally reaching the familiar staircase, she paused, bracing herself against one newel post as she glanced up at the second floor. She was barefoot; her shoes were still up there somewhere, lost inside that godforsaken room. But she couldn't bring herself to muster enough courage to ascend to that pit of hell and retrieve them. It would be too much for her to handle. And even if she were brave enough, she didn't think she had enough energy left in her to climb the stairs anyway. With a sigh of resignation, she decided she'd just have to make the journey back without them.

Stumbling toward the front door, she felt relief wash over, knowing that her ordeal was over. Even with a difficult hike looming in front of her, it would be nothing compared to the torment she had already endured thus far.

Reaching for the knob, she suddenly froze in place, her eyes drawn instantly to the glimmer of the metal fixture that still sealed the door closed.

In terrifying disbelief, she grabbed frantically at the knob, twisting and jerking with all her might, hoping that her eyes were merely playing tricks on her. But to her dismay, she discovered quickly that it was not a hallucination. She was still locked inside the house, unable to reach the sweet freedom that awaited for her just a few steps beyond. But, even more frightening than that, she realized that if she was still trapped inside, with no way out, then so was he.

As though on cue, something jingled behind her and she spun around in fright, her worst fears discovered. Frozen, she watched the dark form emerge from the shadows, the foreboding smack of the doubled-over belt against his palm keeping time with his stride. Cringing against the door, she whined in despair as he drifted closer, a demented smile on his face.

"What can I say? I had a slight change of heart" he declared , answering her unasked question with cold indifference.

"Noooooooo!" With a wail of despair, Natalie sank to the floor, covering her ears as she began to scream.

Her cry overshadowed by the sound of his laughter, she sobbed as he grabbed her arms and jerked her roughly to her feet.

"Looks like we're not done here after all..."

With a sputtering gasp, Natalie bolted upright in bed, her hands trembling uncontrollably as she wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. She felt hot, smothered, like the entire weight of the world was pressing down onto her with all of its might. Leaning over, she reached for the lamp on the bedside table and turned the switch, in hopes of chasing away the remnants of the horrible dream she'd just had. No, not just a dream. That had been a full blown nightmare.

With a frown, she sighed in frustration as the room remained bathed in darkness. Damn cheap hotel lights. Why was it nothing in these places worked like it was supposed to? Flicking the switch back and forth, she finally gave up the cause.

Settling back against the headboard, she ran her hands over her face. Dean, that insolent bastard! She didn't know how or why he'd managed to work his way into her psyche tonight, of all nights, when she hadn't given him a second thought for weeks. She recalled the threat he'd made, mulling over his promise from all those weeks ago, then shook it off. The dude was creepy, that was for sure. But she decided he was mostly full of shit, spouting off a bunch of brainless nonsense every chance he got, more than not unlikely that he could back any of it up. What a jerk! She, for one, was looking forward to the day when somebody would put those self-proclaimed hounds of justice to sleep. And if she had any say in the matter, it would definitely be sooner rather than later.

Unable to shake off the feeling of dread that still clung to her, she tossed back the covers and climbed out of bed, cautiously padding across the floor to the bathroom in the corner. Still uneasy from the dream, she couldn't help but glance about her nervously, every flicker of a shadow or flutter of the curtain making her skittish as she crossed the room.

She'd lost count of how many nights she'd spent sleeping in the same old hotel rooms, all of them practically identical, even down to the cheap, boring furnishings that decorated them. A well-used bed, worn carpeting, thin particle board furniture. Heaters that rattled when they ran and faucets that dripped when they didn't. She hated it. All of it. But it was all she could afford on the meager salary she made. Luxury and elegance, that's what she really wanted. Satin sheets and bubble baths. Room service and fine wine. Those were the things that she truly wanted. It was what she deserved. And she would have it. Soon. No matter who she had to screw over to get it.

Even though the layout was the same as all the others in recent memory, she still struggled to find the light switch as she reached the bathroom doorway and snaked her hand inside. Is it really too much to ask for a little light, she thought to herself as she fumbled around blindly in the dark. Then her fingers grazed the edge of the plastic plate on the wall and her hand closed over the switch, a mere second before a second hand covered her own.

Opening her mouth to scream, her breath was cut short as she was tugged violently into the room.

The hand covered her mouth, a low, raspy voice rumbling in her ear.

"Hello darlin'. I've been waitin' for you…"