The Resurrection of Linda

The Resurrection of Linda

 

 

Chapter 7 – Linda Gets Branded & Pierced (Day 7)

 

Linda was curled up on her side on the floor, her knees drawn up, her right thumb in her mouth, and her ‘tail’ of tassel & bell was waving gently in the air.  She was sobbing slightly and dried tears coated her face.  Fresh tears were forming constantly.

 

She was mulling over what she now thought was the most astonishing thing that had ever been done to her.  She had been struck with a whip!  Now it is unbelievably astonishing to believe that this slight whipping was the most astonishing thing that had ever happened to her!  Especially when you consider what else had happened to her.  She had been fucked in every aperture.  She had eaten cum, shit, piss, and dog food!  Pubic hair had been ripped from her.  She had been naked now for six days although she thought it had probably been for nine or ten days.  A strange device was implanted in her ass hole!  She had been reduced to the level of being a dog!  She was expected to present her private parts and, then, lick dick and balls and ass hole!  Yet, strangely enough, she was dwelling one hundred percent on the notion of being beaten!

 

For, you see, since the time that her pudgy bottom was smacked when she was fresh out of the womb – she had never been hit.  Sure, she had seen it done to others.  But, she had never dreamed it would happen to her!  It makes one wonder if she had ever imagined any of these other things happening to her?  Yet, the truth is, she had never even imagined that these other things even existed!

 

Also, Linda was quite perplexed!  She didn’t know what to think about sex now.  Up until these last few days she had looked upon sex as an obligation and somewhat of a hardship.  It simply wasn’t what it was cracked up to be.  Now, during these past days, she had experienced feelings that she didn’t know existed.  True, she had suffered incredible pain and degradation – but – she had also had orgasms that surpassed anything written about in Harlequin romance books!  Then, she heard the door begin to open.

 

She immediately rolled over onto her knees, put her head and shoulders to the floor, reached behind herself and pulled her butt cheeks apart.  Her decorated tail waved in the air, ringing the bell on the end.

 

As he entered he admired his progress thus far with her.  Not bad!  With her ass cheeks spread apart he could see the butt end of the phallus just protruding from her clenched ass hole.  He had to admit he was being somewhat turned on by her.  Also, he thought she might be losing a bit of her pudgy fat that was so distracting.  Perhaps it was the diet he had placed her on.  He speculated that dog food, shit, and piss might even be high protein and low carbs.  He made a mental note to check that out sometime.

 

As he walked up to her his dick was just barely aroused.  Her ‘tail’ seemed to beckon him to her.  He allowed himself to be beckoned.  He reached down and slowly pulled the tail from her ass.  To her, it felt as though she was taking a shit.  Somehow, it was a good feeling.  She remembered once in a movie where a character had said, “Taking a good shit can almost be a religious experience.”

 

She didn’t know what religion he was talking about but she had to admit that her ass felt better.  It also looked better to the man.  He was pleased to see that her ass hole remained gaping open wide.

 

There were three things that really turned him on.  One was a set of large nipples that were deep red or even purple.  Well, Linda surely didn’t fulfill any aspirations of this.  Her nipples were almost little boy nipples.  And, they were so light in pinkish color that they were barely discernable on her sagging breasts.

 

Another turn-on for him was a disheveled patch of pussy hair.  The longer and scragglier the better.  She certainly fulfilled that dream twice over.  With the strip of bare skin down the center of her pubic hair, her two patches of hair looked like a wig for Bozo the Clown.  Her pubic hair was long and went in every direction.  Only a small portion of the hair was even curly or kinky.  He loved it!

 

The final turn-on for him was a gaping ass hole.  He loved to admire the pink part just inside the anal ring.  Then, there was the dark tunnel that seemed to say, “Come on in!”  He soon would!

 

Physiology took over.  His eyes sent the image to his brain.  His brain said, “Holy Shit”, this is erotic and began sending the appropriate message to his dick.  His dick was now standing tall and proud, engorged to the max, and ready for action.

 

Without further adieu he knelt behind her and slowly began to insert his dick into the waiting tunnel.  The tunnel had been pre-shaped by many hours of the model dick and her ass barely made mention of the change in tools.  After all, they were both the same shape and size.

 

After his tool was fully inserted he held that position for what seemed like an incredibly long period of time.  She was smitten with strange emotions.  She could feel his dick pulsating deep inside her bowels.  The large head was particularly sensual as it seemed to grow larger with each pulsation.  She could feel his body hair pressing against her ass cheeks.  His sack of balls was tenderly caressing her pussy lips.  She could feel the hair on his nuts kissing her clitoris.  Then he began stroking her with his hands.

 

First he placed his hands on each side of her hips.  Then, he began slowly bringing them along her skin until they met in the center of her back, just above the crack of her ass.  His fingers were kneading her muscles, sending tingles up and down her body.  The palms of his hands were gently pressing up and down on her body.  He began slowly, almost barely perceptibly, moving upward along the center of her back.  Her pussy was becoming wet and coating his sack.

 

When his fingers reached the top of her back, he separated his hands and curled them around her shoulders.  Then he began massaging her firmly and erotically.  His hands began moving back until they became even with her shoulder blades.  Then, he moved them around the outside of her body until each hand was filled with one of her tits.  He loved the weight of a woman’s breasts when they were handing down freely in the air.

 

He began massaging her bosom.  The index finger of each of his hands slowly described a circle around each areola.  She was moaning.  She could tell that she was near orgasm.  He also could discern that she was near orgasm.  He drew his hands away from her body and somehow controlled the pulsations of his tool that was imbedded in her back door.  To her sorrow, her approaching orgasm subsided.

 

Then he slowly withdrew his dick until the head of his tool was just inside her anal ring.  She was becoming quite despondent now as she thought he was leaving her.  He didn’t.  Instead, with a slow reciprocating motion, he began cycling in and out of her body.  The sound of wet skin moving against wet skin could be heard like the slurping of an animal at a bloody feast.  His pre-cum had thoroughly wet the tissues of her anal chute.

 

She was gasping for air as she experienced a sexual arousal such as she had never encountered.  His sack was swinging freely now and with each input of dick, his balls bounced against her clitoris.  Each time this happened she cried out with a loud “Oh my god!”

 

Sweat was running down his body now.  It was commingling with the sweat that she, herself, was producing in torrents.  Her pussy was completely soaked as were his balls from her pussy juice.  Her thighs were trembling and her tits were swinging like the pendulum of a clock that was running much too rapidly.

 

Then, in one of those situations that is so often alluded to in sex books (but rarely occurs), they both came at the same time in monumental orgasms!  He filled her bowels with his seed!  He shot into her once, twice, thrice!   She was screaming now, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

 

He was grunting with each expulsion of his jism.  Finally, his dick stopped shooting and simply began seeping out the remnants of what he had left.  No doubt the little sperm fishes in his seed were trying to figure out where in the hell they were as they probably swam in circles trying to hone in on what should be their home target!  Her pussy lips were opening and closing.  Her backdoor tunnel was squeezing his tool, hoping for more fulfillments.

 

As he withdrew, the rim of his dick head pulled some of the whitish/brownish substance from her ass.  As it was expelled it slowly ran between her thighs and onto her pubic hair.

 

As he stood and backed away a bit he started to tell her to resume the first position.  However, somehow, she anticipated that she should be doing this and, even as he spoke, she had quickly reached back with both hands and pulled her ass cheeks wide apart.  He was pleased with the progression of her training, subservience, and anticipation.

 

Her ass hole gaped open to cavern-like proportions.  It was a beautiful sight!  Just inside the anal rim he could see a pool of his cum sitting in the middle of the pink part.  Apparently her inner tunnel was still convulsing from the experience to which it had been subjected.  With each convulsion the pool of cum rose slightly as some of it leaked out of her ass hole, flowing down to one of the patches of her pussy hair.

 

After looking at her ass and his jism for a rather long period of time, he told her to release her position and assume the second position.  She did without hesitation.  She released her ass cheeks, spun around on her hands and knees, rose to her knees, and took hold of her breasts.  Then, she shuffled up to him with her mouth open wide with eagerness and anticipation.

 

Her mouth and tongue leaped on to his groin with a newfound fervor!  Her tongue and lips were everywhere.  Truthfully, he was not sure if she was following the sequence of oral technique that he had originally outlined!  However, what she was doing was so good that he didn’t give a shit!

 

She was eagerly ingesting the cum and shit that coated his shaft.  Her tongue was plunging in to his sack hair and, ultimately, into his sack and balls.  She would take clumps of slimy pubic hair into her mouth, close her lips around the clump, and slowly pull back to remove anything that coated the hair.  Of course, some of the pubic hairs came loose from their fragile anchor.  These, she swallowed without even hesitating.  She could tell that his dick was swelling again and pulsating with desire.  She fulfilled that desire as she opened her mouth wide and took the huge dickhead in to her mouth.  She began sucking and massaging his tool with her tongue.  He was responding!  His dick was pulsating.  His balls were contracting in anticipation of sending out another message of cum.  And, the message was sent in the format of a huge glob of cum that felt like a high-powered bullet hitting the very back of her throat!  Even that was not enough to satisfy her.  She was sucking harder and forming a tight seal around his tool with her lips.  She didn’t want to lose one single drop of the precious fluid!  She didn’t.  It now resided in her stomach!

 

He was satisfied.  A simple statement but it said more than could be said with a million words.  He was satisfied!

 

Now, it was part two of his plan for the day.  He placed his arms beneath her and easily picked her up.  She put her arms around his neck and buried her face in his mat of chest hair.  Their wet bodies were completely pressed against one another and, somehow, his dick was still partially erect.  As he walked across the room she could feel his tool bobbing up to hit the underside of her body.  It felt good!

 

Good feelings were soon to end.

 

He placed her gently on to the examining table.  He secured her wrists and ankles to the four corners.  She was in a daze and had still not recovered from her sexual experience.  She was almost oblivious to what he was doing.  He ran straps around her stomach, centered on her belly button.  He ran another set of straps just above her breasts.  He ran straps around each thigh, just below her pussy.  He pulled them all tight so that she was so secure as not to be able to move any part of her body whatsoever.

 

Now, at this moment, Linda was distracted by a lot of things that her senses were experiencing.  The table was designed so that her head was supported by an oval extension that protruded from the head of the table.

 

He was standing at the head in such a manner that his pubic hair was just barely touching the left cheek of her face.  She could smell his sex!  She could still smell the lingering odors on his package that were a result of him being in her anus.  Although once she would have been repelled by this pungent odors, she was now smitten!

 

Also, she could see herself in the ceiling mirrors above her.  She had never seen herself in this position.  The bindings were so tight across her torso that her tits were not able to slide down to her armpits as they normally would have done when lying on her back.  Oh sure, they weren’t perky, they weren’t ‘saluting the flag’, but at least they weren’t disappearing to some strange region of her body.

 

And, she could see her pussy quite well with her thighs forced to be spread apart.  She was actually becoming accustomed to the ‘landing strip’ that separated her pussy hair in to two patches.  And, she could see her pussy lips and she noted that they were pulsating slightly.  She thought she might even be able to see her clitoris peeking out shyly.

 

 

Then her partial ecstasy turned to horror as he explained freeze branding.

 

“In the old days, cattlemen marked their cattle with a hot branding iron.  This has its drawbacks, especially when used on humans.  It leaves an unpleasant looking scar.  In the last few decades, cattlemen have turned to ‘freeze branding’.   It leaves an even clearer image and it doesn’t scar nearly as badly.  Instead it kills all pigmentation that it touches.  This is especially effective with humans.  The branding iron is lowered to a temperature below zero and then applied just as a hot iron used to be applied.  It does hurt just as badly as a hot branding iron but the final image is fantastic.”

 

She was shaking now with fear.  Her body was covered with goose bumps.  Somehow, this made her mediocre breasts suddenly look a bit better.  He was o.k. with that.

 

He went on:  “Although you are quite white in appearance, there is pigmentation that gives you some color beyond pure white.  As I brand you, and pigmentation is destroyed, the resulting image will be a very pleasing ‘white-on-white’.  I think you will be pleased.”

 

Well, it sure as hell didn’t sound pleasing to her!

 

“Here’s what I’m going to put on you – on your left tit will be the word ‘Bitch’.  On your right tit will be the word ‘Cunt’.  Just above your pubic hair line will be the words ‘Will Fuck for Free’.  In the strip down the middle of your pussy hair will be the words ‘Thursday’.  The letters in this last brand will be vertical of course for the sake of aesthetics.”

 

This last inscription confused her.

 

He knew she was confused about ‘Thursday’ so he explained.  “When your thirty days here are up . . .”

 

He saw the look of hope in her eyes as he had just confirmed that there was an end in sight.

 

He dashed these hopes somewhat as he continued, “After your time here you are free to live your life as you choose except on Thursdays.  You will be a part of my time-share program.”

 

She was beginning to feel that something bad was going to be explained.

 

“I have a time-share program where someone can fuck a bitch every night of the week for one month.  You will be Thursday’s fuck.  That means that every Thursday you must stay home and you must be naked for the entire twenty-four hours.  When there is a knock at your door, you will answer.  If the person at the door says, ‘Let me see your brands.’ you will know that he is the one whom you are to give pleasure.”

 

Now, a look of horror was spreading over her countenance.

 

“Not to worry.  They are not allowed to place any permanent scars on your person.  However, everything else they want to do is permissible.  The good news is that you will know that the same person will be using you every Thursday for an entire month.  The other good news is that you will know that every month you will have a new person using you.”

 

She did not seem to think that any of this was good news.  And, tears were rolling from her eyes as she was moaning audibly. 

 

He went on:  “But back to the branding.  After doing your front side, I will roll you over.  Just above the crack of your ass will be the brand, ‘I like it in the Ass’.  On your left cheek will be placed the word ‘Bitch’ and can you guess what will be placed on your right cheek?” 

 

She was able to guess!  He knew, of course, that she would be able to guess.  It was as easy a question as the crossword puzzle in “TV Guide”.  However, he found that a person felt more involved when they were able to participate.  She would be participating for real in a few moments!

 

“All in all, he continued, “I think you will be pleased”

 

Finally she spoke.  “Please don’t do this to your lowly bitch-cunt.”

 

He was pleasantly surprised to hear her still able to remember the correct terminology despite her obvious stress at the moment.

 

He left the room and when he returned she knew that things were going to get rough!  He was pushing a cart on wheels and atop the cart was a reservoir that apparently contained some type of liquid because she could hear it sloshing around.  As he drew closer to her she could see somewhat by using the overhead mirrors that were on the ceiling.  It was indeed a vat of some kind of liquid.  She could not, however, see the lower shelf of the cart.  It was just as well, she would not have liked what she saw.  She would see it – and feel it – soon enough!

 

He stood by her head again and idly stroked his dick as he explained the procedure to her.

 

“The liquid is isopropyl alcohol.  In a moment I am going to drop a cake of dry ice in the alcohol to lower the temperature to a level that is obviously quite cold.”

 

Then he reached to the bottom shelf of the cart and picked up a branding iron. 

 

He continued explaining, “This branding iron has a head made of brass.  The head contains letters that are two inches tall.  There are several branding irons and each has the words I told you about earlier.  When the temperature of the alcohol is lowered to 170 degrees Fahrenheit – below zero – I will place the iron in the liquid.”

 

Linda was moaning louder now as he continued.

 

“When the iron is placed in the liquid, the liquid will appear to boil.  This is because the iron was at room temperature when placed in the super cold alcohol.  When the boiling subsides, I will remove the brand and place it on the appropriate place of your body.  I will have to hold to your bare skin with a lot of force and for a time of 45 seconds.”

 

Now she put aside all semblance of control as she begged, “Please, god, no, no, no!”

 

He placed the brand in the liquid and the alcohol began bubbling furiously.  As her begging became louder he put his right index finger to her lips to shush her.  She did.

 

He went on, “When the iron touches your skin you will feel pain such as you never dreamed existed.  You will scream so loudly that it will sound as though you are ripping out your vocal cords.  That’s the bad news.  The good news is that you will lose consciousness within ten seconds.  Then you will feel nothing until I revive you.  Then we will continue with other parts of your body.  This first one will go just above the line of your pussy hair.”

 

She was sobbing uncontrollably now.  Snot was running freely from her nose and coating both sides of her face.  Some was going in to her mouth.  It simply bubbled back through her lips as she sobbed loudly.

 

Then he did it.  He placed the incredibly cold brand directly on to the skin of her tummy.  His predictions were exactly on target.  She did not feel cold.  She felt as though a red hot poker had been placed directly on to a super sensitive part of her body.  It was burning through her!  And, to make matters worse, he was leaning on the handle of the brand, firmly pushing down.  His force alone, even with a brand that was at room temperature, would have been quite painful.  This however went beyond anything imaginable.  She did scream!  She screamed at a level that hurt the human ear.  There are no vowels to fully define her scream; however, it was something like this –

 

“eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!”

 

This crescendo of screaming seemed to go on forever but, in fact, it lasted for exactly ten seconds.  Then her brain no longer felt anything.

 

When she regained consciousness she was emotionally and physically spent.  Her body was drenched in sweat.  As she looked in the overhead mirror she saw the brand on her tummy, between her belly button and her pubic hair.  The letters in the mirror were backwards but she knew what they said – Will Fuck for Free.

 

Oddly enough, she did not feel any pain.  This thoroughly confused her.  He saw the puzzled look in her eyes and explained to her that he had placed a numbing salve on her wound and she would feel nothing for the next hour or so.  Then, phenomenal paid would return unless he administered a new dosage of salve.  The application was up to her.  He could tell she understood the import of his message.

 

“Now it’s time for ‘Thursday’ to be applied to your pussy landing strip.”

 

She tried to shudder but the bindings restrained this, too.  She simply shook inwardly and cried loudly.

 

Again he pressed a branding iron to the bare strip in the middle of her pubic hair and pressed downward with all of his might.

 

There was a repeat of the previous scenario.  He completed all of the brandings – front and back – and, as she lay unconscious – he rolled her back and forth between front and back so as to admire his handiwork.  He was tired.  He decided that branding was hard work and he hoped she appreciated the effort he had put in to it!  But, she probably wouldn’t.  Women really were unappreciative of the effort their men went to!

 

When she regained her senses she discovered she was standing in the middle of the room with her arms secured to the ceiling above.  She could see herself in the mirrors – both front and back.  It was not a dream!  She had been marked!  She had been branded!  She would wear these for an eternity!  She was truly ruined!

 

And, she could feel the pain coming back as his salve was wearing off.  The pain was almost as strong as the branding itself except now it was multiplied by the multiple burns that had been imposed upon her canvas of skin.

 

He was to her side and he spoke, “It’s time for another application of salve.  Do you want it.”

 

She spoke with fervor, “Your humble bitch-cunt begs for relief.  I will do anything!”

 

“Do you mean that?  Do you mean you will do anything willingly?”

 

She answered with all the vigor and sincerity she could muster:  “I promise you – I really, truly, deeply promise you – I will do anything you ask if you just give me relief!”  Her voice trembled as she spoke.

 

He said, “I will consider that a verbal contract.  You WILL be held to it.  If you break the contract, brands will be placed on every bare patch of skin on your body.  Do not fail me – no – do not fail yourself!”

 

She replied, “I will not fail.”

 

Then he gave her more news.  “I was going to do piercing on you today.  However, this work has really tired me out.  Let’s postpone it until tomorrow.”

 

She looked at him strangely and she had strange feelings.  He would have been pleased to know that she actually felt sorry for him because he was tired from doing things for her.  She had turned a big corner!

 

Oblivious to her thought processes, he began applying soothing lotion to the slightly swollen areas that had just been insulted so viciously.  Day 7 had ended.