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decency you have two choices. Delete this story now, or check them
at the door.
The following is only a fantasy, written for the enjoyment of
adults that like strong fiction. In no way does the author condone
any of the practises mentioned in the work.
Before the story begins, I'd like to say hi to all the people that
kept asking me to upload more Sunder. This one's for you. At least
two people have already read the first half of Sunder07. They've
been waiting three months for the second half. The rest of you've
been waiting since sometime in Nov. I apologize for the delay. It
couldn't be helped.
Well, maybe it could have been helped, but hey, what does it
matter. It's written now, so sit back and enjoy it.
Of course it helps if you've read parts 1 through 6. I'm hardly
about to give any new comers an instant recap. I mean the whole
story is about 150 pages now. While not intended as such, the first
few pages of this segment does sort of recap the first part of
chapter 6 by going over a few of the events there from a different
perspective.
Anyway, for now to the story. Some final comments will follow
CHAPTER SEVEN
Danielle
Danielle woke up in a dark fog, with a stinging, bitter smell
in her nostrils. Her body felt limp and light, somehow disconnected
from the rest of her. She felt pain, but it was a distant, filtered
pain. She struggled to remember who she was, and where she was.
Then she felt her feet hit the ground, and something moved inside
them hurting her like hell, and she began to remember. Still, she
was all but released from her bonds before the fullness of her
experiences in the dungeon came back to her.
She almost panicked then. She tried to move, and her muscles
would not respond. Had her torture rendered her a vegetable? Was
she paralysed from the neck down? She didn't know what the heck was
going on! All she knew for sure was that she'd never in her life
been more frightened!
Then she realized that someone was speaking. But the sounds
were unfocused. What was wrong with her? Even her ears didn't work?
Someone grabbed her arms. Or was it two someones grabbing an
arm each? Yes. It was two people. They were small, whoever they
were. She remembered thinking before she'd blacked out that there
were two young girls in the room. They each had draped one of her
arms over one of their shoulders and were dragging her somewhere.
Her knees, calves and feet were being scraped along the cement floor.
The feeling in her arms and legs started to come back. The
dull throbbing in her feet became a more focused pulsing pain. She
still couldn't move her arms or legs, but now they only felt as if
they were asleep, and she was sure her control would return. One of
the girls took the hand Danielle had hanging over her shoulder and
placed it against her breast. Danielle felt a hard nipple pressing
against the palm of her hand. The girl rubbed Danielle's hand
against the breast, and Danielle felt the youngster's nipple grow
a little bigger. The size was pretty impressive for a young girl's
tit. She wished her fingers weren't asleep. She wanted to gently
squeeze the nipple and feel it out. As it was, the attempt she did
make to grab the bit of flesh just made the girl giggle.
She felt another pair of hands grab her, and she was lifted
onto something. Cold metal pressed into her back, and she felt her
body try to shiver. It felt like she'd been placed on some kind of
metal frame. Her head, thankfully, was on a small padded area. The
frame ran directly down her neck and then forked into two bars that
ran down her back a few inches apart on either side of her spine.
They ended at a small flat plate that pressed up into the small of
her back, and then forked out again so that one ran under each of
her spread legs.
They strapped her firmly onto her new resting place. She felt
a strap bite into her forehead. Another passed just under her
collar, fitting snugly under her armpits. Two more crossed over her
torso. One passed several inches below her breasts and the other
just above her hips. Her arms were strapped to metal arm-rests that
ended at her wrists, her hands dangling over the ends. Her legs
were bound tightly at mid-thigh, at the knees, and at the ankles.
She pictured what she looked like, and quickly realized how exposed
and available all her sensitive areas remained!
She heard Sandy's voice say something about wiring her up, and
the next thing she knew, cold metal wires were being taped to her
body. The procedure seemed very exact. Sandy, assuming it was her,
knew exactly what she was doing. Danielle wished that they'd take
the stupid blindfold off! She was getting tired of not knowing who
was doing what to her.
From somewhere to the side came the sound of a whip or a cane
hitting flesh, with the accompanying whimpers and screeches of the
victims. She guessed it was the young girls being tortured. It
sounded that way, but she wasn't sure. Despite the fact that she
wasn't the victim of that assault, her anxiety grew. This whole
night had been one agony after the other. She was terrified of what
this complex thing they were putting her on might do!
Adelle and Sandy talked again. Sandy mentioned something about
having to test the equipment. Danielle tensed up, not knowing what
to expect.
There was a tingling in her toes. Suddenly, her feet seemed to
catch fire. All the pain of the earlier session returned, and she
screamed into her dildo gag. The tingling went away, but the pain
remained. At the same time, her full feeling returned all over her
body. The welts and bruises she'd collected during the day began
tormenting her again. She was acutely aware of the pins that were
still in her feet. Sandy had removed a few, but a good dozen still
remained, and they bothered her tremendously.
The sudden thrill that went through her pussy was completely
unexpected. It made her shudder with delight in spite of the pain.
It also left her embarrassed and confused! The same exciting
sensation next appeared in each of her nipples simultaneously, then
in her asshole, and finally in her toes! Each time it happened, she
found herself moaning with pleasure. What were they doing with her?
The sensations subsided. "Danielle is ready to go." Sandy
suddenly said. It was only then that Danielle realized how much her
hearing had improved from just moments before. "All systems are up
and running properly. All you have to do is choose which program
you want to run."
She heard Adelle's reply, and the sound of a motor humming and
something scraping against cement. Her heart was beating faster
now. She could tell that her torments were about to resume. How she
wished that she'd never gone to Adelle's office that morning!
After a few minutes, Danielle heard Adelle say, "Okay, dear,
we're all ready to go. Turn on the video, and let's get this show
on the road!"
Danielle felt fingers fumble behind her head, and suddenly her
blindfold was removed. It took a few seconds for her vision to
clear, but at least the room was dimly lit, and she didn't have to
wait for her eyes to adjust to the light. She had little choice as
to where to look, however. She couldn't turn her head. She was
staring directly at a huge video screen. It was at least eight feet
high, and twelve feet wide, and curved slightly in towards her on
either side. It filled her entire field of vision. She also
discovered that she could not turn her head away from it.
She screeched into her dildo gag as she felt someone bite her
ear. "Good. You are awake!" Adelle chuckled. "Welcome to the
wonderful world of the sensory chair. For the next little while,
we're going to fuck with your mind. We're going to show you things
you'd never thought you'd see, and we're going to make you enjoy
them. But don't worry. It's only you're first time here, so we'll
take it slow. After all, you've got to go to work tomorrow morning.
As you've no doubt discovered, you have no choice but to look at
the screen. In case you're wondering, you will not even be able to
shut your eyes. If you do, the sensors will notice immediately, and
your lids will be stimulated to open."
With that, Adelle withdrew, and Danielle felt someone slip a
set of headphones over her ears. Then the screen before her
brightened to life. This time her eyes did have to adjust. She shut
them to escape the glare. Suddenly, a mild shock went through the
tiny muscles that controlled her eyelids. They snapped back open
against her will, aching dreadfully. When her eyes had adjusted to
the screen's brightness, she found that she was looking at a lovely
blond girl, perhaps only a year or two older than herself. She was
about her own height, give or take an inch or two, and was just a
little on the plump side. She was wearing only a simple white gown
that was almost see through and ended just above her slender ankles.
Behind her, Danielle could see a large, brightly lit room
filled with exotic plants, delicate marble statuettes, and a
variety of fountains. It looked like Adelle's main office that
she'd been in just that morning. She wasn't sure if she'd seen this
part of it, but that room was certainly large enough for her to
have missed this.
The picture was incredibly clear and lifelike. The girl and
her surroundings were life-sized. Danielle almost felt like she was
falling into the picture. She felt if she could only reach out, she
would touch the young woman before her.
"Hello," the pretty blond's video image said with a nervous
giggle. "My name's Anne Marie. I'm Mistress Adelle's executive
secretary. Or maybe I should say I was, since this tape is being
made to help train my replacement. Whoever you are, if you're
watching this, it probably means I'm dead." The girl sighed and
shrugged, still smiling. "This is a dangerous job. There are a lot
of enemies of Sunder Enterprises out there, and I never know when
one might attack, and whether I'd end up being killed. That's a
worry you're going to have to learn to live with unless you're
like me, and that kind of thought turns you on. Or maybe the
Mistress will grow bored of me and snuff me for kicks. Personally,
I think that's how I'd rather go."
Right then, Danielle felt a tingling in her clit. There
followed a pleasurable surge that ran rampant through her sexual
centres, getting her all wet. It felt like a thousand tiny tongues
were all licking her cunt at once. She was being scared silly, and
meanwhile her body was having a great time. It was very
disorienting. She knew that the excitement wasn't her own, and that
the pleasure was an illusion. But it felt so damned good!
"Of course," Anne Marie continued, "I really can't tell you
about the business end of things on a tape. No, I'm here to explain
about your sexual responsibilities, your servitude, and your fringe
benefits." With that, the blond woman slipped off her robe. What
she revealed was a lushly figured form covered with welts and bruises.
Right on cue, the pleasure being fed into Danielle's nervous
system increased and was sustained until she orgasmed. At the same
time, the camera had zoomed in on Anne Marie and was panning down
her body, lingering over her creamy breasts with their thick pink
nipples, her plump and tender belly, her shaved mons, and finally
her thighs and calves. Every part of the lovely anatomy was red and
black and blue. As well, there were burn marks around the nipples
and on either side of the pussy cleft. She was the very picture of
a sexually abused female. The stimulation from chair peaked right
then, and Danielle found herself cuming forcefully at that sight.
The effect was to burn the picture into her mind. It would,
she was certain, haunt and obsess her for a long time. She would
see it whenever she closed her eyes. Worse, she was afraid that
she'd get the urge to play with herself at the memory in order to
try to recapture the pleasure she was being made to feel right now.
She wasn't sure how much of the pleasure was from the machine and
how much of a turn on she would have felt without it. A small part
of her was almost convinced that the sight might have made her
horny regardless. They really were fucking with her mind!
"Yes, as executive secretary," Anne Marie explained, "the most
important role you play is to relieve the Mistress's frustrations
when you're alone together in the office and there's no one else
around for her to abuse, and no time for her to slip out into her
private dungeons. As you can see, I've quite a collection of
painful marks. Actually, I'm quite proud of them. The Mistress
rarely has to tie me up any more. I will get into whatever position
she wants me in and hold it. I've been whipped, caned, punched,
slapped, kicked, pissed on, had my ass and pussy fisted, had hot
liquids dripped on me, candles put out against my skin, and pins
stuck into my tits and pussy, and you know what? I've learned to
like it!"
A new surge of excitement tickled Danielle's nipples, and she
felt them stiffen in response. They seemed to itch, as if they were
only being stimulated to the slightest degree. They throbbed out
for attention, and Danielle would have whimpered if not for the
huge dildo stuffed down her mouth.
Anne Marie giggled again. "Oh, I don't mean that I like the
pain itself. Submitting still terrifies me. I never know whether
Adelle has decided that this is the time she'll really mutilate or
even snuff me! You see, I saw pictures of the girl who worked for
her before me. She was literally cut to pieces a bit at the time,
and she had to continue at her job until the day she was actually
killed!"
Anne Marie licked her lips and began playing with her nipples
as she spoke. At the same time, the feelings being sent through
Danielle's nipples seemed to increase as well. "First," Anne Marie
continued her sordid tale, "her toes were cut off, one at the time
with a butcher knife. Mistress Adelle had her place her feet on a
large wooden board. Some of the Mistress's other slaves held her
down, and the Mistress just carved the pretty little things right
off. The stumps were sealed with fire, and the feet bandaged, and
as soon as she was able, she was sent back to work. A few days
later, Mistress Adelle burned off her nipples with a candle flame."
Anne Marie paused, savouring the pleasure she was giving
herself. When she resumed her tale, her voice had the breathless
quality of one who was nearing orgasm. "The next day, both her
breasts were hacked off! This girl had nice heavy breasts. The
Mistress just took a knife to them and pruned away till she'd
whittled them right off. She had to go to work like that for a
week before Mistress Adelle finally decided to snuff her!"
Danielle could feel another orgasm building up inside her.
This one, she was sure, wasn't all the machine's doing. Was she
really being turned on by the grisly story? What was happening to
her? Could they really be corrupting her so much in one short day?
Or had this side of her always been there, hidden away in some dark
corner of her mind?
"No," Anne Marie sighed. "It's the terror that I find
delicious. I love being scared! And I love being controlled! It
turns me on a hell of a lot to think that there is someone who owns
me so completely that she could do whatever she wanted to my body,
even destroy it! I know that I could end up like that other girl
any day. And after my tortures are over, sometimes I cry. But not
just because I hurt, but because I know I'm addicted to the pain!
And when I'm asked to assume a position, I get all wet. It makes
me feel so cheap. And I like that too!"
At the word pain, Danielle's pleasure turned to agony! She
barely heard the last few sentences that Anne Marie spoke. Her
nipples, clit, and asshole burned! As well, the three dildoes
jolted her in all her holes! Her body spasmed and her vision
blurred. Then the pain ended as abruptly as it had begun.
"But enough of the morbid stuff!" Anne Marie said, sounding
suddenly more self-assured. Danielle's attention returned to the
video. "This job's not just about playing victim!" Anne Marie
enthusiastically continued. "I, and you who come after me, are
second in command of Mistress Adelle's private holdings!
Understand, this position gives no control over the business
itself. But in the running of the offices, the mansion or any of
her other homes, and in the management of her personnel, our
word is second only to hers. So let me show you what I mean."
Anne Marie began walking over to the right, the camera
following her, showing Danielle other parts of the huge office that
she hadn't seen that morning. She also saw that Anne Marie's back,
buttocks, and the backs of her legs were even more black and blue
than her front! The lovely blond moved along a path that ran
through a row of high shrubs and between vine-entwined pillars.
Turning a corner, she came to a small clearing.
It was hidden behind a thick growth of vines. At one end was
a large, square section of marble wall, attractively framed by the
dangling vines. A petite, raven-haired lady was bound against it,
almost spread-eagled, her wrists and ankles held by tight metal
cuffs. Actually, her arms were almost straight up over her head,
the wrists bound only a few inches apart. Her legs though were
spread wide, leaving her small, narrow feet more than a foot off
the ground, and over a yard apart.
"This is Yasmine." Anne Marie said, turning to face the camera
once again. "Lovely, isn't she? Yasmine works for our legal
department. This morning, it came to my attention that a set of
papers she was responsible for were botched rather badly. This was
bad for her, but great for me, because I've been itching to have
my way with her for some time now!"
The camera zoomed in on the helpless woman. She looked to be
just past her middle twenties, but was quite attractive in an
exotic way. She was no more than five feet tall and very slender.
Her hair was midnight black and hung down long and straight almost
to her hips. Her skin was a dusky tan colour, a sort of Middle-
Eastern complexion. Her face was a slender oval. She had large
brown eyes under long, thick lashes, a small nose that ran mostly
straight except for a slight downward hook at the end, and a small
serious mouth.
She had a slender neck and shoulders. The slightness of her
torso accentuated the size of her ripe breasts. They hung down soft
and inviting against her rib cage. They weren't saggy. They were
just low-slung. She had a flat, shallow-navelled belly, and a tiny
waist. Her hips were slight too, and her ass could have been
fuller. She had short, girlish legs with slender thighs and calves
that were straining as she struggled in her bonds. Her small feet
were too narrow to really be pretty.
The camera zoomed in on the bound woman's crotch. As was to be
expected, it was smooth-shaved. The dark skin-tone of her mons
nicely set off the bright pink of her fleshy inner folds that were
peeping shyly out from between her cunt's outer lips. But
Danielle's attention was caught by the two large silver rings that
hung from the woman's cunt. The camera continued to zoom in until
Danielle could see where the rings pierced the lady's tender labia.
"Now you have to understand that most of the time the Mistress
takes care of discipline herself. That's why this slab is so
conveniently situated at the back of her office," Anne Marie's
voice came from the side as the camera remained locked on Yasmine's
pussy. "But she can't discipline everyone, or she'd never get any
work done! So usually, the job of making sure that everyone gets
their proper punishment or reward falls to the Exec. I compile the
list of who's due for what, and bring it to the Mistress's
attention. She picks out the punishments that she wants to handle
herself. Then I get to pick the ones I want to administer. Any
remaining are sent down to the dungeons."
"But I'm boring you now, and that's bad television, right? I
bet you're wondering about those pussy rings Yasmine is wearing.
Yasmine also used to be the slave of one of Mistress Adelle's
special agents. That's why she's pierced. They were due to be
married. But the woman died on a mission, and poor Yasmine has
been left without a lover. It's so sad, isn't it?" Anne Marie
didn't sound the least bit sad when she said this.
"Those are her engagement rings," she explained with a giggle.
"She was due to have her nipples pierced and to be branded at the
wedding ceremony. Maybe it's the loss of her lover that has made
her lose her will to work. Is that it, Yasmine?"
The camera panned back up to Yasmine's face. Tears were
streaming down from those pretty eyes, as the woman fought back
quiet sobs. Danielle felt strange inside as she watched this. She
was filled with both compassion and lust.
The camera pulled back till Anne Marie was back in the shot
with Yasmine. "Well guess what, Yasmine?" Anne Marie's voice held
a teasing quality. "I've had permission to take you as my
concubine! So you're going to be pierced and branded after all!"
Yasmine's big brown eyes fixed themselves on Anne Marie, and
her lower lip quivered as she shook her head in denial. Anne Marie
ignored her. She put her hand on the bound woman's breast,
squeezing it appreciatively, then ran it down the tense body. "Then
we're going to," she paused as she reached the pussy, "consummate,"
she slipped a finger up into the cunt, making Yasmine gasp, "our
new relationship!"
Anne Marie now turned to look into the camera. "I bet you're
wondering what I'm going to use on her since I don't seem to have
any tools with me. Well, watch carefully. There'll be a test later!"
She giggled at her own dumb joke. She took two steps over to her
left. "Right behind this clump of ivy is the control for the tool-chest."
She reached a hand between the tight growth of vines and did
something with her fingers. The result was that a section of the
floor began to rise. This brought a large upright metal chest about
the size of the standard refrigerator into the room. When it
finished rising, Anne Marie opened a door at it's front, revealing a
series of shelves holding implements ranging from whips, crops, and
dildos, to clamps, scalpels, needles, and other things Danielle
couldn't quite make out.
Anne Marie took out a small metal box and opened it. She took
out a pencil sized plastic handle. Into it's end, she inserted a
three inch long, rather thick needle. Her subject-to-be watched her
in silence, her breathing getting quicker, whether from fear or
anticipation, Danielle couldn't tell.
Anne Marie disinfected her tool by lighting a small candle and
passing the needle through it several times. Then she grabbed one
of Yasmine's nipples, and pulled hard on it, stretching it out,
and making the woman gasp.
"Do you, Yasmine, agree to be my personal whore," Anne Marie
recited, "for me to use and abuse, to own and lend out?"
Yasmine begged for mercy with her eyes and shook her head.
"No, please don't make me do this." she sobbed quietly. But Anne
Marie just slapped her face with the back of her hand. The cruel
executive had to slap her several times, but finally, her lips
and nose bleeding from the blows, Yasmine whimpered, "Yes."
"Do you promise to honour, obey, and submit to me
unquestioningly from now until the time one of us gets snuffed?"
Anne Marie asked her.
Yasmine sobbed. "Yes. Alright. You win."
"Then I pronounce you my personal lover and body slave. With
these rings I will claim you." As she said this, Anne Marie pushed
the needle through the base of the woman's nipple. Yasmine cried
out shrilly!
Pain shot through Danielle's own tit! It felt like someone was
piercing her! She blinked, and suffered another shock to her eyes.
She would have shook her head from side to side from the pain, but
she was prevented by her bondage.
On the screen, Anne Marie withdrew the needle from the wounded
nipple. To Danielle it felt like the needle was moving in her own
tit! Anne Marie quickly pierced the other dark pink nubbin. She
wasn't actually piercing the nipples themselves, but the area just
beneath each one. Again as Yasmine shrieked, Danielle suffered a
severe pain in her other nipple.
Anne Marie put the needle away and took out a small plastic
tube. Unstopping it, she squeezed out a small amount of a thick
yellow ointment onto each of the wounded breasts and rubbed it into
the two pink buds. Right after this, she put a gold ring through
each of the nipples. She crimped the rings' open ends, and stood
back to admire her work.
"There. Isn't that pretty? I'll bet you'd be the envy of the
every girl in the legal department if they could see your rings.
Maybe I should make you go to back to work naked," Anne Marie
grinned evilly. As Yasmine blushed a bright crimson, the cruel
executive added, "Now only the branding remains!"
Tears ran down Yasmine's lovely face. "No, please! Don't brand
me! Please don't! I'll do anything else to make you happy!"
"You were more than willing to let that other slut brand you!
Weren't you? Come on! Tell me! Did you or did you not agree to your
former lover's request to brand you?"
"Yes! I did! But I loved her! I loved her, and I don't want to
wear anybody else's marks!" Yasmine blurted out.
Anne Marie laughed. "Well, tough shit! There's no room for
love in this organization. There's only the pleasure you can grab
for the moment, cause every moment might be your last, baby. Your
my slave-wife, Yasmine, and I plan to beat you black and blue every
night. I don't give a shit if you don't love me."
As she spoke, Anne Marie took a pair of branding irons and put
them into a metal container that looked to Danielle like some sort
of small portable oven. She then turned to look her slave over
carefully. "Where should I mark you? Let's see. On the tits?" She
hefted one up with her left hand and squeezed it roughly. "On the
belly?" She ran her right hand down the bound woman's gently
mounded midsection, then drew it back, made a fist, and punched
Yasmine in the gut, making her grunt in pain. "On the ass, or hip,
or your thigh? Or maybe I should brand you right above the cunt?"
Danielle felt a brand new buzzing in her pussy. Her clit was
being stimulated again, and it felt good! She was really getting
into this video! She found herself wondering where she would brand
Yasmine if she were in Anne Marie's place. She hadn't quite
decided. When a new burning pain in her asshole started, she
ignored it. She focused instead on the pleasure in her pussy, and
suddenly the pain in her anus served only to heighten that
pleasure. It was another stimulation pushing her on towards yet
another orgasm.
"Should I brand you somewhere private, or should the mark be
where everyone can see it?" Anne Marie grabbed a hand-full of
Yasmine's thick black hair. "Maybe I should brand you on the cheek!
Maybe I should mark that lovely face of yours so that everyone will
know your shame! What do you say to that?"
Yasmine seemed to sag in her bondage. She appeared both
physically and emotionally exhausted, and unable to struggle any
longer. "No, not my face!" she begged quietly. "If you must,
Mistress, mark me, but not on my face!"
Anne Marie shook her head. "No. I've decided. I will mark your
face. And you're going to get more than one mark. In fact, I'm
going to mark you in several places. My personal mark will go on
three different parts of your body. The company slave mark will go
on your face." She reached back over to the small oven and pulled
out one of the brands. It was already glowing a cruel bright white.
Danielle was lost on the edge of an orgasm, totally engrossed
in the drama being played out before her, and in the feelings
flooding through her body. But there was still a part of her alert
enough to remember how she'd been made to feel pain in her breasts
when Yasmine had been pierced. However, the possibility that she'd
be made to feel the pain of Yasmine's branding didn't fill her with
the outright fear that she would have felt just this morning.
Rather she found herself anticipating her possible fright and
discomfort, the way she sometimes did while watching a horror movie.
"The first mark goes here," Anne Marie said. She grabbed
Yasmine's breast by the wounded nipple, and pushed the brand slowly
into its underside, letting the hot end cook its way into the flesh
gradually, prolonging the woman's agony.
Yasmine's scream and Danielle's were simultaneous. The
difference was that the dildo muffled Danielle's. On the screen,
Yasmine spasmed delightfully in her bondage. Danielle too convulsed
in her bonds as a sharp, severe pain filled her breast. At the same
time, the stimulus in her pussy peaked. As a result, she orgasmed
just seconds after the pain in her breast began. She quivered in
both agony and release!
And as she stared up at the screen, her eyes wide open, but
her vision unfocused, she saw Adelle's face staring down at her.
The angelic face bore a diabolical smile. Yes, her own Mistress
was obviously pleased at the way her treatment was going!
On the screen, Yasmine had almost passed out from the pain.
But Anne Marie had prepared for that possibility. She put the
branding iron back into the stove to reheat, and picked up a small
vial of smelling salts. She waved this under Yasmine's nose, and
the poor woman's head snapped back as she was forced to full
awareness.
The helpless victim sobbed uncontrollably now as Anne Marie
inspected her mark. The camera zoomed in to show the black burn
lines. They formed the shape of a wide letter "M" with a line going
across the middle of the top valley to form an upside-down letter
"A". The brand had gone deep into the woman's soft, dusky flesh.
Anne Marie put her nose to the breast, sniffed deeply, and turned
to the camera. "Hm! There's nothing like the odour of burnt flesh!"
She retrieved the branding iron. She held it up before
Yasmine's tear stained eyes, giving the woman a good long look at
it. Then she bent over and grabbed a hold of one of Yasmine's
slender ankles. "That's right. This one goes right on top of one of
these pretty feet. Every time you put on a pair of open-topped
shoes, or go barefoot, you'll be reminded of me!" She pushed the
brand onto top of the foot just behind the slender toes.
Danielle braced herself for the mirror-pain in her own foot,
and was surprised when it didn't come. On the screen, Yasmine's
legs were trying to kick in their bonds, and she did manage to make
Anne Marie lose her grip on the ankle, but not until the damage was
done.
Again Anne Marie put the brand back into the oven to reheat.
"I think I'll do the slave mark now," she said, pulling out the
other brand. This one was in the form of a long, thin letter "S".
Danielle wondered if it stood for "slave", "Sunder", or both. It
too glowed white hot. Anne Marie gleefully brought it up to
Yasmine's face.
As Danielle watched with growing excitement, Anne Marie
grabbed a hold of Yasmine's hair, and forced the woman to turn her
face. Yasmine struggled, shaking her head in denial, but there was
really nothing she could do to escape this abuse. Anne Marie pushed
the glowing brand into Yasmine's smooth cheek. There was a loud
hiss as the hot metal did its job. This time Yasmine did pass out
from the pain.
Again Danielle had braced herself for a pain in her cheek to
match the one to which Yasmine was being forced to submit. Instead,
a new round of pleasurable sensations were introduced into all her
most sensitive areas. She felt the tingling in her crotch and in
her breasts. The sensation in her ass became a nice one. There was
a tickling of pleasure in her toes, at the back of her knees, the
small of her back, the nape of her neck, the inside of her thighs,
and even in the area just below her armpits!
The pleasure grew, but in a controlled and wispy way. It was
an ethereal stimulation. It filled her with a need to cum, yet she
couldn't focus on it to bring about the orgasm she needed so badly!
But she wasn't stupid, Danielle told herself. She knew what
was coming. She also knew that there would be nothing she could do
about it. She watched with helpless fascination as Anne Marie put
the "S"-iron away and woke Yasmine up with the salts. Danielle had
already guessed where the next brand would go.
Sure enough, when Anne Marie took out the brand with her own
mark, she lowered it down to the level of Yasmine's crotch.
Carefully she brought the white-hot metal into the alignment she
wanted. The two outer diagonals of the "M" came down to either side
of the top of the pussy. The middle point would just touch the top
of the clitoral hood. Slowly, grinning like a cruel little child
torturing ants, Anne Marie brought home the brand for the final time.
This time Danielle's expectations weren't disappointed. A red-
hot agony flooded her crotch! But at the same time, the pleasurable
feelings she was being fed went right off the scale! She lost all
sense of what was real as she was carried away by a never-ending
orgasm! She closed her eyes and surrendered to this bliss. Even
when her eyes started to hurt from the shocks, she didn't care.
In that moment, all pain became the ultimate pleasure. The basic
elements of her personality shattered forever and reassembled into
a new form.
Perhaps she was only partly conscious, because she could no
longer feel her body as a physical thing. Instead, she was a
disembodied essence falling down a bottomless black pit, falling
like a feather, almost floating, while bright flashes of colour
exploded around her like fireworks.
She wasn't sure how long she remained lost in that pleasure.
But when she openned her eyes once more, the screen was off, and
Adelle stood before her. The sensory "chair", Danielle realized,
had been tilted slightly up so that she was no longer lying flat
She could look into her Mistress's eyes without Adelle having to
stand over her.
Sandy came into her field of view. The butchy woman unstrapped
the dildo gag and pulled it out of Danielle's mouth. Suddenly,
Danielle realized how much her jaw ached, and how dry her mouth
was. Sandy must have read her mind because she put the dildo away
and returned with a small glass of warm water. She trickled it
slowly into Danielle's eager mouth, smiling as she teased her. She
purposely missed with some of it, pouring it over Danielle's nose
or chin, making her lap for it.
When the cup was empty, Sandy stepped aside, and Adelle moved
in closer. Danielle suddenly realized that her Mistress was
entirely naked. For the next little while she lost herself in her
admiration of her boss's perfect body. Then Mistress Adelle spoke
to her.
"You're responding very well to the chair, Danielle. I'm
pleased. We'll continue with Anne Marie and Yasmine tomorrow. The
next parts of that tape wouldn't be appropriate for your first day
in the chair," she hesitated briefly and smiled. "Though I almost
think you might be ready for them now. But don't worry." Danielle's
Mistress half purred those words. "We have a few other interesting
scenes for you to watch tonight. I'm sure you'll find all of them
equally stimulating."
Then the chair slowly tilted back into the horizontal position.
* * *
Lisa
Dinner with Sir Stephen, while it did not quite live up to her
hopes, did manage to fulfil most of Lisa's expectations.
She had arrived at the door to his private apartments an hour
ago. As was customary, she had presented herself totally naked. She
was thankful that the route to his chambers was fairly private and
she had been spared having to exhibit herself to her co-workers the
way she'd had to that afternoon. Lisa didn't mind showing off her
body. It was her sperm-soiled condition that had made the walk from
the snake pen to her room so humiliating.
Stephen's "Mistress of Maids" had answered the door. Lisa had
quivered inside the way she always did when she came face to face
with Nanny Leisha. Leisha was the only woman Stephen kept that
wasn't young and beautiful. Leisha was a tall, stout, heavy-set
black woman in her mid-forties. Legend had it that she, in fact,
had been Stephen's nanny, raising him as a child. Lisa had never
been able to discover if this was true, but there was no reason
not to believe it.
Leisha, unlike Stephen's other females, was dressed. She wore
a tight-fitting leather corset and mini-skirt. These accentuated
her ample chest, and her strong, long legs. Her feet, however, were
bare, because either she or Stephen preferred it that way. Her hair
was long and black with silver streaks. Her face did not betray her
full age. She might have been quite pretty in her younger days if
not for her size. She wasn't really fat. She was just big. Lisa had
heard stories about how strong and cruel she was. The fact that
Stephen kept her around said a lot about the kind of man he was.
Leisha had smiled her cruel lustful smile and given Lisa a
mocking bow. "The Master is expecting you." The way she said that
made Lisa shiver. Her sweet sounding voice was full of sour tones.
Listening to her was sort of like being forced to eat honey-covered
pickles, or marshmallows dipped in vinegar. "Please, follow me."
She had led Lisa down the short dark entry hall to Stephen's
dining room, then stood aside to let her enter. As Lisa had walked
into the candle-lit chamber before her, Leisha reached out and
grabbed one of her breasts. Lisa was caught so completely by
surprise that she didn't have a chance to react. "Wait, white
bitch! Stephen tells me you're a hot one. I do hope the Master will
call for me during play-time. I would so enjoy getting to know you
better." Then she squeezed Lisa's pert tit so hard that the poor
woman couldn't help but gasp and whimper. Leisha laughed and let
go. "We're going to be such close friends!" the black woman purred.
Lisa shivered once again. Leisha left the room. For a minute,
Lisa stood still, regaining her composure. When she finally calmed
down, she suddenly smiled. Tina Turner on growth hormones! That's
what Leisha reminded her of!
The dining room, was a long, narrow chamber with a high-
vaulted ceiling. It was simple in it's decor. Even had it been more
elaborate, the candles didn't shed quite enough light to let one
see the whole room in detail. There was a single, eight foot long
table with a chair at either end. Stephen sat at the far end,
dressed, as far as she could see, in a violet and wine coloured
satin bath robe. A pair of candelabras sat near either end of the
table. The near one shed light on a covered plate that, she
assumed, was the opening course already waiting for her.
"Sit, Lisa," Stephen had said, a cold smile on his face.
"There is no need for you to greet me again since we only parted
company a short while ago. Begin eating. I've had some very special
dishes prepared for you tonight. You could say I've had somewhat of
a hand in getting them just right. So, you see, I would be greatly
offended if you didn't eat every bit of food on each of the plates
you'll be presented with tonight."
Lisa had sat down in the plush chair, enjoying its warm, silky
feel against her naked skin. Even then, she had a hunch as to what
she could expect. Lifting the cover off the plate before her, she
was not surprised to see a sperm-drenched antipasta. The sliced
meats and vegetables sticks lay under a thick coating of white.
Stephen laughed at her. "In case you're wondering, most of it
is not fresh. It is all mine though. I had it brought down from my
personal sperm bank. Enjoy!"
Having been sitting under the stainless steel lid, the smell
of the semen was quite strong. While she enjoyed eating cum
straight from the tap, Lisa wasn't sure how well she would manage
to deal with so much of it cold. Thinking about how this sperm had
all been kept on ice, perhaps for years, didn't help matters any!
She had daintily begun picking at her food, knowing that all
the promises of power made her that afternoon were void if she
disobeyed her master now. She pushed several leaves of sperm-coated
lettuce onto her fork and lifted them to her mouth. She felt
Stephen's eyes on her, watching her intently. He wanted her to know
he was watching her, judging her. He wanted to increase the anxiety
she was feeling!
The sticky semen, made thicker by its refrigeration, was
slowly dripping off the food, hanging down in a thick thread.
Ignoring the turning of her stomach, Lisa stuck out her tongue to
catch it, tilted her head up, and pushed the food into her mouth.
It wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. Actually, she
found the taste and feel intriguing! Relieved, she lowered her face
and met Stephen's gaze. Smiling, she slowly chewed her food,
swallowed, then licked her lips. Stephen stared at her, his
expression unreadable. Suddenly, he laughed, and the tension at the
table finally broke.
"I'm pleased that you find your meal so enjoyable," Stephen
smirked. "I've arranged for some dinner theatre. I hope you find
that to your taste as well. Ah, here comes Leisha now!"
At the mention of the woman's name, Lisa shuddered slightly.
She slowly turned towards the entrance. Her eyes widened. Leisha
was leading in a pair of very young ladies. They were naked, being
lead on leashes, with their wrists cuffed and their feet hobbled.
But there was more to it than that.
Both girls looked like they were barely acquainted with the
concept of puberty. There was only the slightest swell to their
breasts. They were also completely hairless. They were bald, and
even their eyebrows and lashes were non-existent. It was hard for
Lisa to tell if their pussies had been shaved, or were yet to ever
grow hair.
Without hair color and style to go by, Lisa found she had to
look harder to figure out how to keep them distinct from each
other. Both girls were barely four and a half feet tall. The one on
the left had slightly darker skin, a slightly olive complexion. The
other was more fair, with a hint of freckles to her face. When they
got closer, Lisa could see that they were brown and green eyed
respectively.
"Give Lisa a good look at your little actresses, Leisha,"
Stephen commanded as he surveyed the scene cooly.
Leisha nodded and walked over to the turned-on cruel blond.
"You see, Lisa," Leisha said the name with a strong undercurrent of
spite, "I like white bitches. Especially when they're young and
tender like these two honeys. The dark-eyed one's name is May. The
other one is April. Believe it or not, they're sisters. May is just
a year older than April, though you can't really tell. Their mama
had really bad taste in names, didn't she? But she sold me these
two darlings for a bargain. Say hello to Lisa, little sluts!"
Leisha took the two girls right over to where Lisa was sitting
and had them stand before her. With one of her own feet she forced
the girls to spread their legs as far apart as the hobbles would
let them, which was just enough to make their little pussies
plainly visible. The two girls kept their eyes down and said
together, "Hello, Mistress Lisa."
Leisha laughed. "Now bitches, who told you to call Lisa
mistress? But for tonight, you might as well pretend that she is.
Go ahead, Lisa, give them a good looking over before I begin the show."
Lisa picked up a piece of bread and used it to wipe the come
that was dribbling down her chin. She saw Stephen smile at the
sight. Grinning back at him, she put it in her mouth and chewed it,
making an appreciative face. Then she turned in her chair until she
was sitting sideways, facing the two girls. Reaching out, she
pulled them closer still. They came to her without resistance,
keeping their eyes on the floor.
At close range, she could easily make out the differences in
their physiques. April was actually a little taller than her older
sister, though more slender of build. She had longer legs. May had
slightly wider hips that had begun to show some development. She
had a bit fuller, though still girlish ass, and her pussy was
plumper than her younger sister's. Both had very pretty faces.
April had a slightly uptilted nose and sharp cheekbones, while May's
nose was small and straight, her mouth small and serious, and her
face had a more heart-like shape.
Neither one had much development where their nipples were
concerned. May's breasts may have had a bit more of a swell, but
not by much. Both were skinny, though not painfully so. They had
lovely legs, and small pretty feet. April's were more narrow and
her toes were longer. May's were perfect, looking sweet and tender
enough to melt in her mouth.
Lisa didn't normally go for the "bald-headed-slave" look, but
in this instance she found the humiliating aspect of it really
turned her on. She wondered what kind of show they were going to be
made to put on for her. She could only hope that it would be cruel
and abusive, because she wanted nothing better at the moment than
to see them both crying.
Suddenly Leisha picked each one up in turn and sat them on the
table with their legs dangling. The girls just let themselves be
handled. They looked scared, but they were not resisting her at
all. She detached the leashes from the leather collars the girls
were wearing, and removed the shackles from their feet. "Okay, my
little darlin's, it's time to start the show. Come with me."
May and April slid off the table and moved to where Leisha
pointed. Their hands were still cuffed. Leisha did something that
caused two ropes with hooks on the ends to descend from the
ceiling. The chains from the girls' cuffs were pulled over the
hooks. The hooks themselves snapped back so that the chains could
no longer be pulled free. There was enough slack in the rope so
that the girls' arms were held only half way up above their heads.
They could move around a bit, but they had no where to run.
Lisa resumed eating her cum-soaked antipasta. She found that
because of where the girls were positioned she could watch the
action easily.
Leisha was standing on the other side of her charges.
"Normally," she told her audience, "I'd start the show off slow by
having the girls show just how much they care for each other and
having them kiss and stuff. But I'm sure no one's in the mood to
take things slow tonight. I know that you two have a couple of
breeding slaves to go play games with later, and frankly, I don't
blame you. They look like they should be good for a few laughs. So
after I give these little sluts a quick warm up, we're going to go
straight into the main part of the show!"
Without another word, the large black woman turned and struck
April across the face with the back of her hand. It was a very hard
blow! The poor girl screamed and blood began streaming down her
face from her now broken nose and bruised lips. Grinning fiercely,
Leisha turned to May and punched her hard in the gut. May's cry was
part grunt. Her legs buckled but the rope kept her from collapsing
to the floor. Both sisters were now sobbing.
Lisa looked down in surprise realizing that she'd emptied her
plate. She looked up at Stephen. Noticing her predicament, he
pressed a small button on the arm of his chair. She heard a faint
ringing sound somewhere off in the distance. Leisha left off with
the girls for a second and came to collect Lisa's empty plate. She
placed it on a tray and carried it to the door. There she was met
by someone Lisa couldn't clearly see. One tray was exchanged for
another and Leisha brought it over to her.
"Now eat this slow, honey," Leisha admonished her. "I don't
want you interrupting my show again, you hear? At least not till
intermission."
Lisa nodded automatically and lifted the cover of this new
plate. Then she just stared at its contents. Someone in the kitchen
had a really sick sense of humour. The plate itself stunk like
shit, and looked like it had been subjected to someone's diarrhea.
The food itself was separated from this mess by a bed of lettuce
and consisted of fettucini in a combination of cheese and cum
sauce. So she wasn't going to have to eat any shit. But just the
sight and stink was enough to make her ill.
Stephen was staring at her. "Is something wrong, my dear?
Don't tell me you don't appreciate the second course? And after
Leisha went through all the trouble of giving herself an enema for
you!" The cruel edge in his voice reminded her of what was expected
of her.
"No," she lied, "it looks, uh, delicious. I was just
appreciating the, uh, the look of the plate."
Stephen grinned maliciously. "How fortunate then. That bodes
well for dessert."
To stall further, Lisa decided to pour herself a drink. She
hadn't got around to it yet because of all the distractions. There
was an open bottle and a ceramic pitcher next to an empty wine
glass. She picked up the bottle and poured some of the contents
into her glass. It was piss. She looked at Stephen who was laughing
at her openly now. She was expected to drink piss with her dinner!
Almost this was too much for her. She briefly considered
getting up and leaving. But not only would that mean that she would
lose her chance of rising in the company, but it was likely that
she would lose her life as well. She was playing a dangerous game
here. She would have to do it by Stephen's rules. She picked up the
glass and took a small sip.
It was very salty and acrid. Every sip had to be forced down
and she had to fight to keep it from coming back up. "If that's a
little too much for you straight," Stephen smirked, "that pitcher
contains Leisha's douche water from this morning. It's from the
second rinsing and is only water, so it will be quite potable, if
somewhat, shall we say, less than appealing."
Not wanting to think about it, Lisa wound some fettucini on
her fork, careful not to disturb the lettuce below them. She didn't
want to contaminate her food with the stuff hiding beneath it. She
put it in her mouth and turned her attention back to the show.
Leisha was still "warming" the girls up. While Lisa had been
busy with her food, Leisha had picked up a thick leather strap from
somewhere and was plying it vigorously, striking the girls mainly
on their asses and the backs of their thighs.
Both little angels were screaming in agony. Quite a bit of
blood had run down April's face, making a mess of her front. Now
both girls bore a multitude of red stripes along their lower
halves. But it was not Leisha's intent to prolong this lashing. It
served merely as a prelude. When she was content with the intensity
of their sobs, she threw the strap aside. She reached up between
first April and then May's legs roughly fondling their cunts. Then
she turned to her audience.
"I think we're ready to begin. When their mother sold these
girls to me I promised her that they would not survive past their
next birthdays. Tonight, I keep that promise."
So saying, Leisha walked over to the far end of the room and
returned with a pair of two foot high stools. These she set down
before April's feet. Next she fetched a pair of hot plates. She
placed one of these on each stool. She went to fetch something
else. Lisa gasped with pleasure when she saw what it was.
Between the two stools, Leisha set down a five foot high metal
spike which rested on a wide metal base. There must of been holes
in the floor because she next proceded to bolt the spike's base
down. She then carefully arranged the stools to either side of it.
Then it was time.
Grinning hugely, Leisha grabbed April by her slender waist.
The young girl was too hysterical from her beating to properly
comprehend what was happening. Leisha handled her like she weighed
nothing. With the flick of a bent elbow, she was able to drape one
of the girl's coltish legs over her shoulder. This allowed her a
clear view of the girl's tender pussy. With great care, she
manouvered the girl over the spike, then began lowering her down
onto it.
Lisa couldn't take her eyes off the proceding. She couldn't
believe how excited she was! She'd always had fantasies of having
decandent dinners complete with a live torture, and now she was
living it. That the victim was such a young innocent was just the
perfect touch.
The spike's cold point made contact with the tender outer
folds of the girl's pussy and April's legs jerked prettily. "Calm
down now, girl." Leisha lied to her reassuringly. "Nothing to be
worried about."
The spike was well over an inch thick and tapered to it's
point over the last half foot of it's length. With a little effort,
Leisha managed to change her grip on April so that she freed a hand
to pry the girl's pussy open. Then she aligned the girl's tight
precious hole with the dangerous iron pole. Then she began easing
April down onto it.
Now April reacted, but it was too late. She sought to use her
purchase on Leisha's body to pull herself up off the spike. She was
groaning as the spike stretched her pussy. The spike wasn't that
thick, but it was as thick as anything she'd been allowed to take
in there. Leisha shrugged the girl's leg off her shoulder, moving
her a full arms length's away. Now only the strong grip of her large
hands held April up. For a second April kicked her legs in panic.
But as the spike moved inside her, she realized her danger. She
sought some purchase for her feet and found the hot-plates. But she
could barely reach them with her tip-toes.
Leisha obliged her by carefully lowering her until April could
rest her full weight on the metal surfaces. But this meant that the
girl had already taken four inches of the spike in her pussy! She'd
been lowered onto it so carefully that it had not torn her on the
way in. But there was no way now for her to get it out of her body.
April was suddenly holding very still. She had realized that her
survival depended on keeping her footing. If she fell off the
stool, she would be impaled.
Lisa had been eating almost mechanically as she watched. The
food wasn't that bad. She was starting to get sick from eating all
that cum. It was so salty! She'd only been given the one glass and
it was full of piss. She was ready to try the douche water, she was
so thirsty. But there was no way she'd be able to pour the piss
back into the wine bottle, and she was sure that if she spilt any,
she'd be in deeper shit than April was.
Inspiration struck. She grabbed the pitcher and looked into
it. It was not completely full. Gratefully, she dumped her glass of
piss into it. She swirled the mixture, then poured herself another
glass. She studied it for a short while, then brought it to her lips.
It still tasted awful. But now at least she could force
herself to drink it. She had only a small amount of pasta left on
her dish. She quickly scooped it up and finished it. Stephen was
already ringing the bell when she looked up.
He smiled at her and nodded towards the action. "Inspiring is
it not? The best, I've been assured, is yet to come. Leisha, bring
Lisa the next part of her meal."
Lisa felt her stomach lurch. She decided to take a chance.
"Truly, Master, I'm starting to feel pretty full. I really don't
know how much else I can eat!"
Stephen raised an eyebrow. "Come, there's only one more course
before dessert is served. You can make room for it! In fact, I
insist!"
Leisha had come over to fetch her empty plate. "Are you
enjoying the show sweetie? You see how I like to handle you white
girls? You're all such babies, you know. Now wait here while Nanny
Leisha goes to get the main course."
Lisa fidgeted in her chair as she waited. She turned her
attention back to the girls. May had recovered her senses and was
looking at her sister, a horrified expression on her face. Lisa
found herself licking her lips at the sight. This promised to be
even better than watching Minerva eat Monica had been. At least she
hoped that this time she'd be able to watch it all rather than
being buried between Stephen's legs sucking on his slender stick.
Leisha returned with another plate. She set it down before the
reluctant blonde and waited. Lisa really didn't want to see what
came next. But she had no choice. She lifted the lid. The steak was
raw and bloody.
She stared at it incredulously. Then she looked up into
Stephen's cruelly smirking face. She looked back down at the meat.
At least it looked like there was no cum or shit or anything else
like that on it. What was the catch. Suddenly, she wondered where
the heck exactly the meat had come from. There was little she'd put
past Stephen at this point.
He might have been reading her mind. Or maybe he just read th
pale expression on her face. "I assure you," he said, "that it's
only beef. I saw how much you enjoyed chewing on Monica's raw
nipple this afternoon and figured you might like your meat rare. Or
if it's the lack of a sauce that's bothering you, well if you ask
nicely, you can have some fresh made."
Lisa sighed, only slightly relieved. She chose her words
carefully, knowing that the wrong thing said now would only
encourage Stephen to do something she wouldn't enjoy. "I appreciate
that, Sir. But I would rather not distract your full attention from
the show. Leisha looks like she's ready to continue."
Leisha had in fact returned to stand between her victims.
Noting that, Stephen nodded. "Very well then, Lisa. Dig in!"
Lisa found a knife and began cutting herself a thin slice of
meat. Noticing the salt and pepper shakers before her, she decided
that some spice would make the meat go down better. She gave her
dish a good dose of pepper. But the thought of what she'd have to
drink kept her from making the dish too hot.
Leisha had knelt down before May. She was running her hands up
and down that young girl's badly bruised body. "Oh, May, you're
such a little doll, you know? Tell Mistress Leisha how much you
love her! You do love me, don't you?"
May just sobbed. Leisha grabbed hold of her bald head by the
ears and looked right into her pretty brown eyes. "You don't love
Mistress Leisha? Tell me then, pretty May, my little May flower, do
you love your sister? Do you love little April?"
The poor girl just looked at her with horror. Leisha laughed.
"Well then, do you know what you're going to do? I'm going to free
you, and you are going to go and turn on the hot plates under your
sister's pretty little feet!"
"No!" May finally spoke. Her voice was a little whimper. "No,
don't make me. I won't do it!"
Leisha slapped her face hard, making her scream. "Little
bitch! Do you think you have a choice? You will do it! You will beg
me to let you do it! Come on! Beg me! Beg me to let you go turn on
the hot plates!"
May shook her head in furious denial. "No! Noooo...."
Leisha grabbed both of the girl's tender nipples and began to
squeeze. "Well then, it seems like you're going to need some
encouraging!" She pulled on the tender pink tissue, twisting them
between her strong fingers. May's face went a fresh shade of red
and the stream of tears began anew.
Leisha let the nipples go. She stood up and walked to the
room's far end. She returned with a large tool chest. She set that
down next to her young charge and opened it. "See, dear, you've
forced me to get serious with you. If you'd obeyed me to start, I
would have gone easy on you. But you had to force my hand. Now you
pay the price!"
She took a thick metal plate out of the box and set it on the
floor. She grabbed hold of May's right foot and put it down on the
plate. There were a pair of leather straps attached to it. She
slipped the girl's foot under the first one and pulled the other
one tight behind the ankle. Then she tightened the one that ran
over her foot. The pretty appendage was now locked into place.
May tried to pull it free. The plate was too cumbersome for
her to do more than just lift it off the ground, and too heavy for
her to hold it up for too long. Leisha pulled a number of short,
thick candles out of the box. Forcing the plate down, she began
sticking the candles between the girl's pretty toes. She ignored
the space between the second and big toes. It would be too easy for
May to squeeze that one out. She concentrated on placing a candle
in each of the other three spaces. May's toes had to be twisted a
little to make it work. It was very uncomfortable.
The girl tried to use her other foot to get the candles out,
but Leisha grabbed it and pulled it up behind her body. From
somewhere, she produced a length of rope which she looped around
the girl's ankle. She passed the other end of the rope over the
hook holding the girl's arms up and tied it off there. Now May
couldn't really even raise her other foot as she had no leverage
at all.
Satisfied at how things were going, Leisha bent back down to
her box. She pulled out a can of lighter fluid. Careful not to get
any on the candles, she began gently squeezing some out onto the
girl's pretty foot, making sure to soak it substantially. Then she
ran the tip of the can up the girl's calf and around her thigh.
Putting it away, she grabbed a lighter and looked into May's
terrified eyes. "Are you sure you'd rather not turn on the hot
plate?" When May failed to do anything but sob, Leisha shrugged.
"Fine. Then we're going to play a game. It's sort of a game of
chicken. I'm going to light those candles. They're going to start
to melt. Now I'm sure you'll have no problem dealing with the hot
wax that'll drip on your feet. But what happens when the flames
reach down to your flesh? Ah, then the lighter fluid will ignite.
The fire will run right up your pretty little leg! And in case you
think that the lighter fluid will have evaporated by then, well,
don't worry. I'll replace it if it does. This is your last chance
to reconsider before the game begins. Agree to turn on the hot
plates now, and you will be spared for the rest of the evening.
No? Very well!"
Leisha reached down, flicked on the lighter, and lit the three
candles. When they were all flickering merrily away, she drew back.
"There. Now all we have to do is wait. But wait! Maybe you just
really can't imagine how much it will hurt when your leg catches
fire! Well then! I'll just have to show you!"
With a cruel laugh, the big black woman reached into her bag
of tricks and pulled out yet another candle. "This will be so
appropriate! I'll be snuffing this out on you unless you agree to
help me snuff your sister! Yes! Let's begin, shall we?"
Lisa found that she was so involved in the action that she
could ignore the taste of the meat. She kept cutting, chewing and
swallowing while she held her breath and watched the drama unfold.
This was truly as much a play as it was a torture session. It was
art, that was what it was!
Leisha lit the candle. Standing up, she slowly walked behind
her victim. She held the candle up over May's bald head and tilted
it. Hot wax splashed down onto the tender skin. May screamed. Her
whole body jerked. One of the candles between her toes started to
slip out and fall over.
Author's Note (part 2)
Well, you've been waiting for it. What did you think? An inquiring
mind wants to know. (the author too!)
I sort of apologize for the cliff-hanger ending. Well, no I don't.
The sooner Mr B sends me part two of Smfish, the sooner I'll get
around to resolving this.
To the rest of you that have been uploading stories, great work
guys.
To the medical person working on the Julie series. I'd like to get
in touch with you by private mail. Send private mail to MrB and ask
him for my alias. Then write me with yours.
I don't know where the comments left off. So upload any new
comments as Sndcom**. where ** is the number from 1 to whatever.
MrB and Anon are free, of course, to send me private mail.
Till Sunder08
...............anon-sk.
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