Vengence is mine

CHAPTER SEVEN

       Snap! It seemed as though Don had only just closed his eyes, when the pain ran through his body. His eyes opened in shock, and standing in front of him was the Mistress, and she looked even fiercer now, than she did during the day. “Why are you tormenting me like this, why can’t I have sleep?”

       “My child had no sleep because of you, and it is only right that you should get none.” Snap! The whip struck him across the chest and he screamed with the pain, snap, snap, snap, “You have a lot of pain before I will see the real you.” Snap, snap, snap, snap, “I see no remorse in your eyes, only the traits of the faker, you snivel and cry, hoping that the Mistress will show you mercy, but there will never be mercy until you are clean.” Snap, snap, snap, those three caught him near the groin and his scream was horrendous. But the Mistress still looking at him smiled, and then she shouted “Stop that noise you wretched person, tomorrow it will be the turn of the thing between your legs.” She saw his eyes light up, in the realisation how vulnerable he was, and he was mouthing no, no, no, but no sound was leaving his mouth. “Yes, you have just come to the conclusion that you are helpless, it is now the turn of the one that you tormented to torment you, and he knows the way of the Mistress.” Snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, those ones were alternating across his thighs, and he was screaming so loud that he closed his eyes.

The place was once again dark, and the Mistress had once again left him, “Thank you Lord” he said out loud, and he heard the echo of her laughter in the room, and he closed his eyes once more saying, “No, no, no.” But when he opened them once more, it was still dark, he tried to sleep but the fear of the Mistress returning was keeping him awake. His body was stinging with the pain that she had inflicted, it felt like millions of tiny cuts all over his body, irritated by the natural salt in the sweat. ‘His mind went back to Carman, but as he thought about her all that he could see was a dead baby. He turned his thoughts to Nathan, I will make him pay for this, and then he reminded himself, that it was because he got Nathan into trouble, and that he was in this hell, and that Mistress was ripping his flesh to shreds. What were they after, because he had nothing to give them? They don’t want anything, they were punishing him and they could do so for the rest of his life. The police would find him eventually; of course they wouldn’t, like him they would have no idea where he was. What a fucking mess, and it was all because of his lust for Carman.’ His thoughts were interrupted by the small dim light coming on once more, and he started to tremble, thinking the Mistress was on her way back.

Nathan walked into sight and looked at Don, and then the Mistress followed closely behind him. They both walked just in front of Don, but to the side, as they stopped and turned, the mirror came alive. There were cuts all over Don, and there was filth oozing out of each one. Donna looked around at Don, and saw that his eyes were like chicken eggs, he was screaming, but there was no sound coming from his mouth. She looked back at the mirror, and although the filth had not stopped running, it slowly went to sleep again, and before their eyes turned around. Donna shivered, and Nathan put his arm over her shoulder, he held her tight and said, “Tomorrow mother wants CBT, and so too do I, it is all part of the punishment. You must always punish the things that have caused so much trouble, one more night and he will be free of his evil bonds.” Nathan looked around at Don, “Go to sleep, no more will happen tonight, get as much rest as you can, because it is not over yet. Nothing more was talked about between them, and they both walked back out the basement together.

It was late when Nathan walked into the bedroom, and Penny was still awake waiting for him. He stripped and sat on the bed, then leaning over he kissed her on the forehead, and said “Go to sleep.”

Nathan opened his eyes, and he could feel the hands of Penny oiling his back, “I have to admit, this is the way that I love being woken up, I have decided that you can just do that all day, until I get tired once more.”

It was at that moment he felt a sharp pain in his buttocks, Slap! “You have no time, the wood shed is not full, and we don’t want to freeze in the winter.”

“Well in that case, get some fly spray, because there are an awful amount of them in this room.” He could hear her laughing as she walked down to breakfast.

When Nathan sat down for his breakfast his food was already on the table, and Penny was sitting at his side. Donna walked in and said, “Nathan, as soon as I have set our guest his painful task, I will go up to the secret room, but I will come out and talk later. There is so much that I have to learn.”

“Read the book Donna Marie, your answers are there if you know where to look”

The Mistress walked down to the punishment room, and as soon as she got there she walked over to Don. He was stood in a frame still facing the mirror and his manhood was standing proud, by the look of his face he was embarrassed at the predicament he was in. “I expect you are wondering what is going to happen to you today, and I see fear in your eyes, and there is need to be in fear. It is the turn of the thing between your legs to be punished, yes it is the turn of the piece of flesh that you have been thinking of.”

Don was shaking his head, “Please I beg of you not that I will change but please leave me alone.”

“I cannot do that, there were things were broken and destroyed by you that can never be repaired, it is your destiny to be tortured. Your body is already aroused, and it will stay that way for at least another twelve hours. That aroused flesh stripped a woman of her child, and it stole the love of a woman from her man, and it gave another woman a child, but now wants no more to do with you. You say that you will change, but I know and so do you, that until the essence of evil has left your body, you will always be dangerous, but look on the bright side, this will be your last day, and tomorrow you will be free of your shackles.” The Mistress smiled and looked at Belle, “You had better bring over the props for this punishment.” Then looking at Don she asked, “Have you been fed and taken to the latrine, slave?”

Don was speechless and just nodded, and by this time there was now a pole fitted in the floor just to his front. On top of the pole was a piece of wood with a small channel and it was facing him, bell then adjusted it for height, so that it just touched the bottom of his manhood. Then she walked around Don’s back and put in position a ball gag, and then once more walked back to the front. She put a half inch wide leather strap around the base of his penis and tightened it, and then connecting it to the pole with a clip, and it was letting his penis run the length of the small channel. The Mistress looked at Don without an expression on her face, as she watched Belle feed a thin four inch electrode down the eye of his manhood. The two wires that were on the end were attached to a box, and that was attached to a battery by two more wires. Then a parachute was attached to his scrotum, and below that a metal container was hanging, then he felt the weight getting heavier as water was added to the container. A one litre drip bag, the same as you see in hospital was hung on the frame next to his face, there was a pipe that ran from the bottom to the container, and it had a small tap just below the bag. Bell then walked away, and left the Mistress standing at his side, and she looked at the set-up and stepped to his front.

“I will now tell you what is going to happen, in a moment I will turn that tap on the bag, to flow. It will drip a certain amount of water into the pipe, and that will slowly fill the container. You are now thinking that it will hurt, and you will not be able to live with the pain, and I assure you that you will feel pain, but you can put up with it, you have no choice. It can take up to eight hours to release all the water, and once it has done so your punishment for the day will be over. The electrode on your manhood will give you small pulses of electric shock, but they will be on minimum, and the shocks are intermittent and range between thirty seconds and ten minutes, they will not kill you.” The Mistress walked over and turned on the tap, then bending down she switched on the electrode box, the first pulse was instantaneous and she saw him jerk. The globules of sweat were starting to run off of his body, and she watched another pulse strike his nerves before turned and walked away. Just before she walked out of the door she turned to Belel saying, “Check on him every fifteen minutes, if after one hour he is still sweating, towel him down Belle.”

“Yes Mistress.”

The Mistress walked up the stairs and into the lounge, and then through the panel to the secret room. She walked over to the desk and sat down, and putting her fingers on the marker, she opened the book and started to read once more.

“It has been a month since Leonard, but last night the agents brought me another wretched soul, she two had been smitten by the devil and his evil ways. As the agents left of their own accord, I stared into the face of a beautiful nun. Sister Clair looked back at me through those emerald eyes sparkling with evil. She showed her teeth and moved her head forward as if to bite my face, I never flinched for to show fear or alarm is to lose the battle. She was growling like a dog, and this once beautiful face was now twisted to that of a gargoyle. I will get my assistant to put on her muzzle, and she will be stripped of her habit and laid bare in the face of her tormenter. She stopped growling and gave a piercing scream; the echo was horrific as if she was waking the dead. I told her in no uncertain words, that her master the devil will soon be screaming that same tune for the loss of her soul. Then as I turned and was about to walk out of the room, I saw him standing there, his toy in his hand and thumb in mouth. There was no fear in his eyes, just that beautiful smile on his face looking back at me, as I got close he put his hand in the air, so I took his hand and together we walked back to our room.”

There was another break in the page, and then the story started to unfold once again. “I went down this morning, and Sister Clair was stripped and ready for the ritual. Yes that is correct, as this is not a punishment but a ritual, a ritual to clean the soul and bring the morality back into her body. I was right when I said she was beautiful, her face is of soft texture, and those emerald eyes with the long lashes. I walk around her body, and as I do I move the long hair with the natural curl out of the way, her body is without blemish, and I understand why the devil needs her soul. But as I walk back to her front and look her in the eyes I show no emotion, her beauty is wasted on me, as is the look of hate. I watch as she urinates on the floor, and she laughs like the banshee, more a wail than a laugh, but I have seen this all before, it is a show of spirit and defiance. I have seen this in Nuns before, but she like others before her will only last the two nights of withdrawal, these are the easy ones, and their venom of evil will run like rivers from her body.”

“I hear the door behind open and I feel his presence, I turn and without a word he sits down on the seat and watches in silence, I hear the Nun scream, but Timothy is made of stronger stuff. He smiles at me with his eyes and plays with his toy, and the Nun is quiet once more, and now knows that her wailing is of no use, against a child with all the knowledge. I smile at him and he nods his head, it is to say I am ok and do your work, so much intelligence for a boy of four. I turn once again to my task in hand, and walk over to the wall, and once again I take the whip down and walk back to my mark. I throw the whip forward, and her eyes show fear, then I hear her whimper and see the sadness in her eyes, I can feel no emotion, it is her time. Snap, the whip caresses her breast, and her head springs up like a jack in the box, her mouth utters no sound, because the devil protects his own. Snap, I strike her other breast and she laughs out loud, with a mocking look on her face. She is daring me to hurt her, but that is not what I am about, I am paving the way for life’s mirror to do its work. Snap, on the belly I strike, and her face is contorted with shock, but still I see the contempt she is showing me. Her fear is no more, because she has tasted the whip and she feels no pain, “Hit me you whore,” she has shouted, and it was in a deep voice and lower than a man. It is the voice of the devil, he daring me to lose my temper, and destroy her so that she spirals in death to the depth of hell. Still with no emotion I continue her pain, snap, snap, snap, I see the criss-cross of stripes covering her body, but as with Leonard, there are no cuts. Four more I give her on her thighs, and still there is no noise from her mouth, but they all cry in the end, and again I will show them my compassion. I walk to the wall and replace the whip, and on the way out I stop at her side and looking into those fiery eyes, but see not an ounce of goodness. I walk over to Timothy that slips off the chair, he is waiting with his hand in the air, and I take the hand of my silent witness and walk to out lunch. From beginning to end not a word do I speak, it would be a pointless task, as like the animal they have become, they cannot understand.”

The Mistress closed the book and sat in her chair, she leaned back in great thought. ‘Nathan sat through most of her sessions, and he was privy to all that went on, he was her silent witness, but was it by choice or was by loyalty. Nathan had told her, that their mother was a very powerful woman, and she Donna was thinking back at how she looked at Nathan. She remembered feeling no hate, no pity, no emotions, and most of all no guilt for the task she carried out on his body. If mother knew this was going to happen, then why did she not warn her sooner to stop his pain? That feeling she had received when touching Nathans shoulder, the feeling of fear and the feeling of innocence, it was her gift reaching out, and she responded with compassion.’ For the first time since her mother had died a tear ran down her cheek, and she quickly wiped it away, knowing that because of her tasks ahead, that it would probably be the last. After standing up she walked down the stairs, only to be met in the lounge by Nathan, “Why are you here Nathan, it is time for lunch.”

“Old habits die hard Mistress Donna, and the Mistress of Chrystal House.”

She closed the door and walked to him and kissed him on the cheek, “Go and have your food Timothy, we will talk later in the day,” he smiled and walked off.

The Mistress watched him go, and she was thinking, ‘mother showed him so much love, and he gave her so much back.’

It was after lunch and Nathan had walked back outside, the Mistress was in the lounge and watched as he walked over to the shed. He had his shirt off once more, and even from where she was she could see the horrendous scars that she had inflicted. She wanted to go down into the punishment room, and inflict the same scars on Don, but she knew that it was not the punishment that Nathan or her mother wanted. She had to toe the line, as her she must meet her destiny in the correct frame of mind. The Mistress walked away from the window and out the door, a few moments later she was in the punishment room, and standing in front of Don. He was crying with the pain, but there was two more hours of water left in the bag, she knew that he could take the strain, because weaker slaves than he survived. Belle had walked to her side, and the Mistress looked at Don and smiled, and then to Belle she said, “Wipe the sweat from his body, he has not got much longer to go.” Without another word she turned and walked out of the room, back up the stairs she walked into the lounge and to the window. Penny was now sitting on the bench that was near where Nathan was working, and she saw Nathan every now and again turn and smile at her.

Belle was at her side once more, “The other girls say that Penny is not pulling her weight with the work Mistress, are you going to talk with her.”

The Mistress smiled and looked around at Belle, “Tell the girls not to worry about Penny, I doubt very much if Nathan will let her work again. She is with her man, and that is the way that it should be. Soon Belle there will be only you and me in the punishment room, the girls will all be looking after the upstairs, but that will be later, and this conversation was meant for your ears only. Do you understand Belle?”

“Yes Mistress, you know that I would never let you down, I owe you far too much.”

“Loyalty is all I need Belle, and I think you had better go and check on our guest.”

Belle walked off and the Mistress went to the secret door, a few moments later she was sitting down at the desk opening the book.

“I walked back into the punishment room and my assistant had turned Sister Clair around. She knew that I was there and she shouted, “So you are back bitch, my Master knows what you are trying to do, but you will never defeat him.” Then she wailed like the banshee once more, and then laughed. I said nothing, all that needed to be said had been said, as her peers had done the necessary prayers before she was brought in front of me. There is only one time that I will speak to her, and that could be two days away. I walk to the wall and take down my tool, and then walk back to my line, again she laughs like a hyena, and it is telling me that she is not mad but possessed. I throw the whip out in front of me, and I notice that she is sticking her rear out to tempt me, but my mind is stronger than that. Snap, the strike catches her in the small of the back, and I can hear her hissing like a snake. Snap, I have just struck her left buttock, and that is where I always start. Snap, then the right, and she now screaming, and I know that it is not in pain for she is seeking sympathy, but I have none to give as my mind is closed. Several more time she feels the kiss of the whip, and she is silent once again, but she has not weakened as I can still sense the fighting spirit in her. My trade allows me to sense real fear and respond to it, I sense their guilt or their innocence, their remorse or their mocking. I walk over to the wall and hang my tool back up, and once again I leave the punishment room as silently as I arrived.”

Once again there was a short gap as if she had been resting.

“At midnight I walked down the stairs and into the punishment room, Sister Clair looked at me and laughed, once again my assistant had turned her around. I looked back at her and then closed the door, and in the dim light of the single 20 watt bulb I walked over to her. It was then that I saw the door open, and my silent witness walked in, and with his bear in one hand, and again his thumb in his mouth. I smiled at his innocent face, and put my hand out for him to take hold of, and he ran to me, together for the next hour we waited and watched the evil filth slip from her body until it dried up. While this was taking place Sister Clair was screaming, but now she was silent, and it was when I turned to look at her I saw the danger. Her eyes were looking at Timothy, and when I walked close and looked deep, I saw the eyes of the Beast. I knew this day would come, the day when I would have to send my little boy away for his own safety, it was in the scriptures that the priests showed me, pages of time yet to come, it also told of my nearing demise, but I am not afraid of death, to me it holds no secrets.”

There was another space in the book, and then it started talking about the following morning.

“I sent my baby away this morning with his father Nathan, his father tried to keep a brave face, but when he kissed me goodbye, I felt his tears mingle with mine. The priests would be sending him money to look after Timothy, and it would be another fifteen years before Timothy would return to Chrystal House, where he would live with the Mistress once more. He could not understand why he was being sent away, and his name would now be Nathan. But the Devils agents would be looking for him, his secrets must be kept safe, he is the Key Master and opens all the doors that the Mistress needs. He alone can make the mirror work, without him there can be no Mistress of Chrystal house. While reading this journal Donna Marie, you are probably thinking that it is Sister Clair’s fault, but it is not, it is fate, the Devil knew that I was dying and you were too young. If it had not been Sister Clair it would have been someone else, I can feel no bitterness as there is no room for hate in my life. I know to by the coming of this time, I have only a few days left on earth, but Benjamin will look after the new Mistresses affairs while she is at school. He too has not much longer to live, and like me he will never see the new Mistress of Crystal House again.”

Once more there was a gap, and again more writing.

“I have just been to the punishment room and looked into Sister Clair’s eyes, she was once more herself, but after what has just taken place, I knew this would be so. I released her and gave her food, and the agents have taken her back to the Charter House. Before she left I asked her for forgiveness, she blessed me and asked, “Can you ever forgive me Chrystal, Donna Marie?” I took hold of her hand and kissed her ring, saying, there was nothing for me to forgive her for, and once again she blessed me and crossed herself before walking out.”

The Mistress looked at the book but the pages were empty. She sat there for a very long time, and then closed the book for the last time. Down the stairs she walked, and through the secret door. Nathan was there waiting, and she walked across to him where he put his arms around her, while she cried on his shoulder.