Bernadette's Trial

[Annabelllee2003]

OOC -
The characters -

Bernadette.

Rahl - A gnome of a handler, He acts on orders.

Dark Lord Igor is PP. Thank you!

The greek chorus of watching acolytes

Lina - the slave/assistant, the failed bride of the lord - now a servant to the preparation of Bernadette. She is somewhat sadistic in her treatment of bernadette when she can get away with it as this is her small bit of retalitory response to not being the chosen one still.

IC

She wakes to the sound of dripping. Drip.. Drip.. Drip.. Drip.

Her mind is fuzzy and clouded and a headache gathers strength pulsing her head, a counter beat to the incessant drip. Her eyes feel gummed. She forces them open – blinking to clear her vision. She sees a stone floor and wall. Murky unsteady light flickers, throwing the floor and wall into the dark/light patterns of a surreal nightmare.

She bends her head to see more and a bolt of pain shoots from her neck to her aching head with biting brilliance. An involuntary moan causes yet another spasm of pain. The pain serves her well though, breaking down some of the fuzzy barrier between her and full consciousness.

She begins to access her condition. Struggling to put her prone body and aching head into the equation, she finds herself on her stomach, legs splayed indecently, naked on a cold stone floor. Marshalling her strength, she forces her head up again this time more prepared to accept the pain of movement.

Moaning again, she grits her teeth and pushes up with leaden arms, striving to rise enough to sit. So she does, against the wall, arms on either side of her body, braced against the floor holding herself upright. Eyes closed, head down, she waits to control the bright colors shooting through her head, panting with the exertion of tortured movement.

As we see her, she is against the wall, held there by her arms gripping the floor. Her short blond hair is sweat dank, darkly plastered to her forehead in lank chunks. We can’t see her face, but her body is a delight. Nice shapely legs, well defined ankles, supple skin. She is not petite by any means. A lush expanse of flesh pads her hips, thighs, and what we can see of her ass. Real woman tits grace her chest, heavy globes of vein-lined billowy softness rising above a rounded belly. The pubic hair appears as dark as the sweaty blond hair of her head. Tight curls protect her cunt from our prying eyes. As we watch, she draws her knees to her chest and brings her arms around them hugging herself, her movements slow and jerky. We watch avidly as she raises her head and opens dull sapphire eyes. Her mouth slack with shock, full lips blanched white. She has high Slavic cheekbones the color now matching the hue of her lips. We see her try to focus and examine her closely, voyeurs to her predicament. Spectators to her abuse.

Bernadette raises her head, opening her eyes. As she brings her eyes into focus she wishes profoundly that she were dreaming. The flickering light is coming from sputtering candles dancing in drafts, in elaborate medieval sconces set affixed to the stone walls. Her neck creaks in protest as she looks to the right, unwilling to see more, unable not to. The dripping comes from a pipe sticking through the stone at perhaps chest height. An old ivory handle protrudes above it. Each drop that falls strikes the floor below before funneling into a hole in the floor covered by an intricate rusting removable filigree of iron. In front of her about 10 feet away is a large wooden table on thick wheels, blackened with age. She can’t see the top from her position on the floor but does see the iron rings placed at the edges of two sides. A huge wooden armoire stands a couple of feet from the table locked tightly with a huge black padlock

Opposite Bernadette, on the far side of the cavernous room is a closed stout wooden door fortified with iron. A closed opening at the top allows one on the other side of the door to look in. To her left, a huge carved baroque chair on a higher elevation of stone, seeming to dominate the room. Beyond the chair the room stretches into shadow, she can’t tell how far back the room goes, but she senses this room is quite large. There are indentations along the expanse of stone between the sconces. No doubt for torches if the blackened stone high above each indentation is an indication.

Her mind is clearing more with every visual bit of information received. Panic then grabs her as she tries to lunge upward to her feet, only to be pulled rudely, jarringly back down by the collar that circles her neck chained to the wall.

AHHH, we watch her. Delighting in her futile struggle to rise. The chain attached to her neck shackle is held to the wall at ankle level and gives her no more than three feet of play. We laugh as we see her hands go to her throat clumsily fiddling and pulling at the metal necklace and chain. Such a sweet glimpse of her ass as she traces the chain to the ring on the wall. We watch her falter, see her eyes fill as she again slumps against the wall. Her piteous sobbing soon fixing the broken part of us, and we feed on it. Our dark Lord will be so pleased!

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Igor Stravinski:

OOC:
I will, and thank you for agreeing Annabell, take the role of the Dark Lord.

IC:
My name is immaterial as it has been lost in time. Now I am simply addressed as Lord or Master by those with any whom I come in contact on regular basis, but when I do have to interact with others I use a name that fits the locale. Currently, living in an old and modernized castle in the mountains of Eastern Europe, I am using Igor Stravinsky.

I've lived for centuries, much like Bram Stoker's Dracula had in his fantasy novel based on Vlad Tepish or Vlad Dracul. However, unlike that fictional character I have no aversion to sunlight, although I do prefer the dark and shadows.

Also, unlike the fictional Dracula religious symbols and icons present no threat to me, but like him it would take much to finally destroy me and send me to that place from which I couldn't return. To truly dispatch me would require severing my head and burying it separate from my body or my body being totally consumed by fire and the ashes scattered, preferably on running water like a stream or river.

It was time for me to add another scion to the "Family". I'd selected one, but, unfortunately for her she had been unable to conceive. So she now fills the role of assistant, slave, or anything else I choose for her to be or do. Should she fail me she knows an agonizing and very slow death awaits her. One that will take days or perhaps weeks and all the while she'll be screaming and begging for that final release.

Occasionally I give her a taste of what it may be like should she ever fail or greatly displease me. I do this as a lesson to her, because I enjoy her suffering and pleas and also because when I've finished and take her it's driven her into a near animalistic state of arousal where she begs me for more and more and will lower herself to any level of humiliation and degradation if I'll just use her and permit her release from the gnawing need and hunger that floods her body.

Over the centuries I've amassed more wealth than any of the modern day rich elite have. It's all carefully invested through various outlets and controlled by agents and managers who have never seen me, but answer to coded phrases and messages and do my bidding. As a result funds are never a problem, this has allowed me to own properties in all of the modern day countries that interest me, which is convenient when I feel the need to move on for a time and lessen the chances my depredations may lead back to me.

My assistant/slave has completed her latest assignment admirably and brought the woman Bernadette to me. I'd spied her in one of the local villages and careful enquires had told me she was living alone on a tiny plot of land outside of the village that her family had left to her when they died. She had been lured here for me to use to as a vessel for my seed and to bear my offspring. While I thrill at the hunt and chase, since this was to be long term rather than just to feed, I'd chosen to have her lured away from the village by a woman "who'd hired her for work at a fabulous, to her, sum away from the village".

Now I sat in the deep shadows of the dungeon room where she's sitting in naked and chained to the wall. Physically I most resemble the actor Dolph Lundgren, other than eye and hair color. My hair is as black as the darkest velvet and my mesmerizing eyes as dark as coal. I sat watching her as she came back to her senses, after having been drugged in a town miles from here by her "employer" then brought here, stripped and chained.

My eyes moved freely over what I was now mine and mine alone. Her virginity had been assured by a personal examination as she lay unconscious and soon I'd begin to bend her to my will so she'd beg me to take it from her in any way I chose. Soon I'd torment her, arouse her and deny her release again and again until she was screaming, begging and pleading for me to take her, use her, fuck her just so the endless cycle of pain, pleasure and denial would end.

I mentally visualized what I'd do to those large firm, but soft breasts, those large nipples and all of the rest of her. . . and I smiled, wickedly, evilly for I could hear her already as she whimpered, moaned, screamed then begged and pleaded. A low, deep chuckle of anticipation slipped out unbidden into the darkness surrounding me.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

The acolyte chorus –

We have watched our Dark Lord examine this Bernadette in her slumber – sniggering over her virginity. A dark glance from our Master – we shush but we can’t help but laugh and take such satisfaction in knowing what is to come. We hover unseen by any but Master, causing the candles to flicker again in our wake. As she wears herself out – we see confusion in her face – how did she end up here? Where is the lady that engaged her? Were they abducted on their way to her new employer? Silly sniveling wretch. We come close to drink in her fear and confusion and are roughly banished from the room by our Master with his brittle command searing our minds.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

My mental commands have sent them away before they drank too much from her. I didn't wish her weakened in any way at all, least of all in spirit. Then the bending to my will would lose it's succulent flavor.

'Rahl, bring the woman a bowl of water. When you give it to her be naked Rahl. Let her see your out of proportion manhood so she trembles and shivers. Instruct her in how she's to drink and then stimulate yourself until you've cum on her,' I mentally command the gnome.

He is barely three feet tall and his penis is six inches long when soft so I know just the impression it will make on her.

Rahl opens the cell door and climbs down from the foot stool carrying a bowl of water in his hands. She watches with her eyes wide and mouth open as he crosses the room toward her and her eyes stared fixedly at the swinging meat between his short legs. It's tip nearly scrapes the floor with each step his legs are so short. Most of his height is from the waist up you see.

I sit and watch silently as he set down the bowl within her reach and says, "The Master wishes you to have water to drink woman. You are forbidden from picking up the bowl. You will lap it up and not lift and drink, unless you wish to be painfully punished for disobedience that is."

As he's been speaking Rahl as been ogling her nakedess and begins to slowly stroke his hardening penis. When it acheives it's seven and a fraction inches he masterbates as she watches horror struck with the appropriate reactions.

In time his climax is upon him and he takes two quick steps forward to shoots his sperm onto her naked skin. Her face, her breasts, her back and ass when she turns away. When finished he wipes the head of his cock down the cleft of her ass to dry it's tip and she shrieks in horror and disgust, then watches as he walks from the cell carrying his softening cock and chuckling wickedly.

I sit watching her and agian low chuckles surround me in the darkness. 'Now will she obey or will be have to be punished,' I wonder to myself.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Bernadette –

This is a nightmare. She gropes back to the last thing she remembers – being so excited at the prospect of employment – enough of a wage to keep her little piece of land so long owned by her family. The impressive woman that offered such employment. Then here. This hard, cold place. She is so scared. Her headache is receding and she can think more clearly. She feels the band around her neck – how sore it has made her, the skin worn raw in some places while she thrashed and tried in vain to remove it. As she tries to access her situation, she again cries, seeing no way to free herself. Willing herself not to panic, she hears an infernal laugh beyond the shadows of the room. She stiffens and presses back against the wall, terror making her eyes wide.

A scraping sound at the far door – She watches as it opens and the most hideously deformed creature comes toward her – his body ugly and disproportionate – he carries a bowl. Looking at him hurts her mind; he is disgusting in his nakedness – his sex large and wormy between his legs. He stoops too close to her and deposits the bowl within her reach.

"The Master wishes you to have water to drink woman. You are forbidden from picking up the bowl. You will lap it up and not lift and drink, unless you wish to be painfully punished for disobedience that is."

Disgust renders Bernadette immobile as he begins to stroke his ugly appendage – Their faces could be said to have the same expression – his contorted in lust, hers also contorted but with awestruck horror. She cringes and screams when the first noxious stream of his release strikes her body. She forgets the ring around her neck as she scrambles madly to get away from this newest vulgarity. She is jerked back and can only gag with repellent repetition as more of his fluid finds her. Her body convulses as she feels him wipe his grotesque member on her, screaming horribly.

She watches him leave, choking still, then remembers the bowl of water – grabbing it quickly, sloshing some. She doesn’t think of thirst – just plunges her hands into it and begins to wipe furiously at the globules he has deposited on her face, breasts and ass. She can’t reach her back so she scrapes along the rough wall trying to rid herself of the rest of it, hoarse sounds of disgust coming from between her clenched teeth.

The bowl rolls from her hand as she curls up as though in the womb, her eyes tightly closed – willing herself to be taken far from this place.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Igor Stravinski, The Master:

'Yesss, it has begun. Before I've finished Bernadette my lovely wench, you will be begging me to do anything I choose to you. Anything at all without reservation and will obey me immediately and without hesitation too,' I think as I smile a truly evil smile in the dark.

The fetal position you've adopted has your ass, your pussy facing me and I eye both places and know that in time you'll beg me to fill either or both of them and fill you with my seed.

My cock is now straining at my trousers. It's time for me to relieve some of this inner pressure, 'My little slave assistant. In my quarters immediately. Be naked on the bed and wet on my arrival. Layout some impliments of pleasure and pain for me to use on you as I wish.
I will be there very shortly.'

I watch her as she lays sobbing on the cold stone shuddering and, as silently as only I can move, refill the bowl of water from the carfe that was at my side. Then I move back to the shadows and direct my first thoughts at her.

'You are now property. You are owned. You must obey your Master, your Lord to avoid humilitation, to avoid painful punishment.
'You are nothing. You live only to pleasure and please your Lord and Master and bear his children.
'Be pleasing and obedient... or suffer.'

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Lina - slave assistant

Lina is busy preparing for her Master’s bride. The resentment she feels as she gathers what is required eats at her. She is so jealous of this new one. She hates that she too, was once chosen although unable to conceive. Mixed with this disappointment and impotent jealousy is fear. Fear of him reading these thoughts and the painful retribution he can give if displeased. It was a pleasure however to gull this Bernadette into taking this “job”.

His command flowed directly into her mind…

'My little slave assistant. In my quarters immediately. Be naked on the bed and wet on my arrival. Layout some impliments of pleasure and pain for me to use on you as I wish.
I will be there very shortly.'

Without conscious thought she puts aside the materials she was gathering and rises. Her mind consumed with his desires. Without hesitation, she walks to his chamber and to the chest there, opening it and instinctively selecting his tools of choice. She shrugs off her garment revealing white skin, silken thighs, large breasts, and wide hips. A good breeder, one would have thought. Her hair is long and curly, swept off her high forehead, ebony with a streak of pure white.

Her mind is filled with avid anticipation as her slit oozes its juice and becomes heavy with congested longing. She lays out his instruments with precision, the riding crop, the rope, the thronged discipline, the large wooden phallus, nipple clamps, and oil. She climbs onto the high bed, kneels and waits for her Master.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

I enter and cross the the large room with my eyes drinking in your nakedness. My sense of smell tells me you're already aroused, but there's nothing like your expression and sounds as I check manually. So I kneel with one knee on the bed and as I gaze into your eyes my hand slowly, very slowly moves toward your crotch.

I watch your eyes and know what you're feeling. The humiliation of being used as I wish in any way I wish just like a slave. The arousal that growing and growing deep inside of you at the anticipation of my touch and all that will follow the initial touch and probing.

My hand gently cups your shaven mons and lips. A single long finger slides up your slit from your now wet anus, around and around your seeping cunt's mouth, up and around and around your clit without every touching it.

My hand clenches... Hard. I watch your face, your eyes as I slowly twist it side to side stretching and pulling your lips as the heel of my hand grinds down against your clitoris.

Softly, bearly audible, "What are you? Who owns you body, mind and soul?
"What will you do for me?" and the twising and grinding continues as I await your reply.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Lina – the slave assistant.

Lina hears her lord enter and her body quivers with irrepressible excitement and lust. Caught by his eyes, always enslaved by his gaze, she watches him cross to her. When her lord touches her, a moan escapes.

When she feels his hand tighten painfully, savagely twisting her lips, and pushing into her clit, her moan becomes more pronounced and her wetness grows greater with every cruel motion.

"What are you? Who owns you body, mind and soul?
"What will you do for me?"

As she hears these soft words uttered as much in her mind as heard with her ears she replies ardently “I am your slave, Master. You own my body mind and soul. I will do whatever you ask of me Master.”

And said again as his hand continues the assault “I am your slave, Master. You own my body mind and soul. I will do whatever you ask of me Master.”

 

[Annabelllee2003]

As Bernadette

...I am running through the fields of my father’s farm, laughing and beckoning him to come see how quickly the wheat has sprouted, beyond him, I see mother, hanging laundry next to our cottage. She sees me and waves, her smile as bright as the sun. My father starts toward me and then both fade before my eyes and the sky darkens. I call to them, ‘Please, don’t go’ and look to the ground where the tender buds have now blackened and shriveled.

Then… I am aware of a steady drip, drip, drip. I open my eyes reluctantly and see that I am still in the stone room, chained to a wall like a beast in a zoo. Still listening to that steady drip of moisture from the spout on the wall. My heart drops and feels squeezed as I try to recapture the sweet bliss of my daydream before my parents faded.

'You are now property. You are owned. You must obey your Master, your Lord to avoid humiliation, to avoid painful punishment.
'You are nothing. You live only to pleasure and please your Lord and Master and bear his children.
'Be pleasing and obedient... or suffer.

I lurch upward as these words are spoken, seeming to invade my mind – did I hear them, feel them? They echo in my head. Is someone there? I scramble around so I am sitting and frantically scan the room. I see no one. I remember the freak that brought water and try to remember his words to me.

"The Master wishes you to have water to drink woman. You are forbidden from picking up the bowl. You will lap it up and not lift and drink, “

I feel such horror as I remember it all, his words and his slime spewing forth and coating my body. Who are these ghoulish creatures that torture my mind and body? A master, and servant. This master’s words rebound deep in my brain –

'You are now property. You are owned. You must obey your Master, your Lord to avoid humiliation, to avoid painful punishment.
'You are nothing. You live only to pleasure and please your Lord and Master and bear his children.
'Be pleasing and obedient... or suffer.

As their meaning starts to make sense, I shudder and cry again against the cold stone.

The tears and raw sobs make me realize how thirsty I am. I reach for the bowl and bring it to my lips, drinking, the water soothing on my parched throat. Too late, I remember I did not heed the miscreant’s words.

Words come back unbidden from both master and servant..

“…You must obey your Master, your Lord to avoid humiliation, to avoid painful punishment”

'Be pleasing and obedient... or suffer.”

“…unless you wish to be painfully punished for disobedience that is."

... they pulse and throb painfully in my head and body.

My bladder feels scalded. I am now desperately aware of my need to go to the bathroom. As I twist and moan and cry feebly upon the cold floor, I realize that I am probably never going to see my home again. Feeling my bladder void as I writhe, I sink down, further and further until I know nothing.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

"Well answered my slave, very pleasing. In fact it was sooo pleasing I think I'll add something to what you've already laid out as a special reward for you."

With a final twist and pull your lips are released. My hand rises to be wiped off on your face, your tits and nipples and your long hair is used for the final drying.

Standing again I move to the pain impliment chest. After opening it I reach in and remove a box, a familiar box. The one containing all of the needles, accupuncture needles of various thicknesses. I also pick up and carrry along the harness. The one that I strap to your upper body with the adjustable straps to bind your breasts, restrict the blood flow to make them swell and become oh so much more sensitive as they and your nipples swell from the trapped blood.

The needle box is laid with the others things and I return to the bed and hand you the harness.

"Put in on my bitch and anticipate. Think of what's to come and let your cunt run like a river as you wait."

Turning, I return to the box and remove the wrist and ankle cuffs and a wide heavy leather bondage belt with welded rings all around it.

Seeing this you know and understand this will not be a 'short session' that tonight you will scream and shreik in pain and ecstacy for a long, long time.

The cuffs are dropped in front of you as is the belt.

"Put these on next and want, need, crave my slave. Soon we shall both enjoy your sexual torments and torture together. You've become such a luscious painslut I'm no longer sure who enjoys it more, but so long as I do that's all that matters, isn't it my slave?"

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

I sense it when she recovers consiousness again and her dismay at her memories and seeing where she is.

I also sense her horror at realizing she has disobeyed.

'Rahl, she has fainted again. Take the others with you and put her on the table. Fasten her securely. Wrists, ankles, waist, thighs at the knees and her head so she can not turn it. Spread eagle her and wait until she has regained consciousness again. When she has you will cum on her lips and face and if she opens in into her mouth. The other two will cum on her breasts and belly then leave her there. Oh and be sure that her head is raised so she can look down the length of her body too Rahl.
"Now go and obey your Master."

 

[prometheus 2]

Rahl

I laugh my hideous laugh knowing that I am able to cum anytime and any place my master desires. Wiping the spittle from my mouth, I help the others put the woman on the table the soft supleness of her skin brings excitement to my swingin cock and as soon as she is tied securely I begin stroking my hardening cock clearing my throat and spewing gobs of blue, green mucus on it to lubricate it. I almost forgot the pillow a rounded piece of metal serrated like a blacksmiths rasp to hold her head high. once in place she will soon discover the pain she will receive if she tries to move it even a centemeter and the sharp serations begin to bite into her scalp. I jump down and grabbing it place it under her head. Then I return to the table straddling her head my cock ready to deliver its load as soon as she come to and opens her mouth to scream.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Lina – The slave assistant.

As her Master’s hand leaves her swollen lips and she feels him wipe her juice on her face, chest and hair, she moans almost dejectedly. How she craves his abuse, any touch of his.

Her eyes close into slits as she watches him cross back to the chest and remove the coveted box, the harness, then the cuffs and belt. Her breath hisses harshly as she takes the harness in shaking hands she hears her Dark Lord's voice -

"Put in on my bitch and anticipate. Think of what's to come and let your cunt run like a river as you wait."

- and she reaches to fasten it about her tits and chest. The copious sap of her cunt starts to run down her legs.

"Put these on next and want, need, crave my slave. Soon we shall both enjoy you sexual torments and torture together. You've become such a luscious painslut I'm no longer sure who enjoys it more, but so long as I do that's all that matters, isn't it my slave?"

She bends to take the belt and buckles it around her, then sits in the wet spot she has made on the bed and fastens the cuffs to her ankles and wrists.

“I am yours Master, for whatever purpose you have.” The words emerge as a low plea, uneven and rasping.

Thus she waits, a sheen of perspiration covering her body and she unknowingly makes deep greedy animal grunts of hunger for the punishment/pain/pleasure to come.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Igor Stravinski, The Master:

"Rahl, you incompetent idiot not that. I don't wish her marked until I mark her myself. Change headrests, the wooden block and strap, or I'll hang you by that cock in your misbegotten hand and lash your balls until you pass out and then again when you recover.
"Don't just cum on her fool. Torment her, humiliate her, threaten her, BUT DO NOT HARM HER or your torture will be limitless and be sure the dwarves understand too.
"Also turn the table so it faces the big screen. Another reason for elevating her head. She will watch as Lina suffers. Be obedient and competent and you may watch also and perhaps I'll give her to you to use when I've finished with her tonight you misshapen capering fool."

 

[prometheus 2]

Rahl properly repremanded

"I am sorry master," I cry cowering in submission but secretly hoping he would strike me at least once so I could enjoy the pain I run to get the proper pillow and fasten it securely "Does that suit my master I ask submission in my voice, my hands trembling not in fear but in anticpation. Once again I jump on the table and begin to prepare my tool for its duty, watching it grow with each stroke I force it down against her lips prying them apart causing a little precum to drip between them wetting them. binging it back up . I begin to stroke harder now waiting for the moment of her awakening thinking of the ways my master wishes me to torture her.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Igor Stravinski:

"Up fuckmeat. Gather the things. I've decided we will use one of the "Play Rooms" tonight. I think you'll revel in your torment, torture and use even more there and I've decided that Bernadette will be an unwilling audience to every second of it. Consider that slave as you follow me to the room I've chosen."

I barely wait until you gathered everything up into your arms before leaving the bedroom and striding down the corridor.

You know the way to the Play Rooms. Those rooms of deep torment and torture. Those rooms where you receive the pain you've come to need, to crave. The pain that drives you nearly insane with unbridled lust and need. The pain that all by itself can cause orgasm after orgasm, each more powerful and deeper than the last one and if it's coupled with sexual arousal or use drives you beyond compreshensible boundries into some other space or place where you just float and cum and cum and cum until your mind can't stand the stimulation any longer and you black out, only to find your still there when you return again if it's still continuing.

You wonder which room he's chosen for tonight. Each is different than the other and offers different painful delights for your body and mind.

I turn and open a door and wait until you've ented the Ring Room. The silent smile on your lowered head speaks loudly at your thoughts of my choice.

"Place them all on the rolling table slave. Then place the standing blocks on either side of the inner ring and spread eagle yourself for me to bind and chain in place."

As you move to obey, I turn on a large LED monitor on the wall so I/we may see and hear what transpires in the dungeon and cameras that will show you from every angle once your in place in the ring. There are cameras in every wall, the ceiling and floor under the rings, just as there are in the dungeon, all but in the floor that is.

When I turn on the big screen down stairs, not a part of you won't be able to be seen and the microphones gurantee that Bernadette will hear every small sound you make as I enjoy you.

Turning back I see the table is beside the outter ring and you've done as instructed.

There are two rings, one within the other. Each can be rotated on it's axis by locking pivot points that connect ring to ring and the outter one to the large heavy stone pillars they sit between.


Each wrist cuff is attatched to a chain fastened to an anchor point then each ankle. Next each side of the bondage belt is hooked to a chain on either side of you, after I've cinched it tighter to emphasis your waist and the flair of your womanly hips.

My foot kicks away the foot stools you'd been standing on and now you hang freely within the ring. The belt supporting the bulk of your weight. Your position opens you fully. There isn't a square inch of you that's not available to anything I choose to do to or with you.

My head turns to check on what happening in the dungeon. It wouldn't do to distract Bernadette from her humiliation by beginning. After all I wish her to feel every drop of their spew and feel every nuance of humiliation and helplessness.

When I see she's come back again my voice fills her mind, ' You disobeyed my instructions. You will now be punished as I told you would happen each and every time you don't please me or that you disobey me Bernadette, my property.
'Know, Bernadette, if you close your eyes, if you don't look and watch everything done to you, then you will suffer as the bitch with me will suffer as you watch and listen after your punishment.
'Obedenience Bernadette. Obedience or suffer. The choice is yours to make.'

***
OOC: prometheus2 has taken the role of Rahl the gnome and welcome. *s
We still need someone or ones to take the role of the dwarves and the role of Lina too. At least one or two other female writers interested in and willing to be submissive to Igor would be a welcome addition and help prometheus and those taking the roles of the dwarves have a more active part in the story.
Anna and I will be watching for PM's and hope we have some wishing to join us in the very dark story.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Igor Stravinski:

"Much better fool. Do remember you will NOT invade her cunt or ass and you're cock had better not go into her mouth either slug. If you do you will die the slowest, most agonizing death I can think of and it will take you weeks to die by inches. You'll even feel the rats gnawing your flesh and bones before I let you die."

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Lina - slave assistant

Lina’s heart nearly bursts through her chest as she hears her Lord..

"Up fuckmeat. Gather the things. I've decided we will use one of the "Play Rooms" tonight. I think you'll revel in your torment, torture and use even more there and I've decided that Bernadette will be an unwilling audience to every second of it. Consider that slave as you follow me to the room I've chosen."

She quickly gathers the items she selected so carefully while waiting for her lord as well as the ‘box’. She hurries after him down the hall, anticipation making her almost skip and her heart beating hard and heavy with her breast. She sees him enter her favorite room, the room that has yielded the most pain, indeed the most pleasure.

When she entered she gracefully prepares as her lord commanded –

"Place them all on the rolling table slave. Then place the standing blocks on either side of the inner ring and spread eagle yourself for me to bind and chain in place."

It wasn’t just that Lina was anticipating the activity that stretched before her, she was happy that the pretender slut bride Bernadette would be watching in such terror! Gleefully she set about her tasks, if one looked closely, one could see the triumphant smile that graced her fair mouth, a spiteful smile that did nothing to enhance her looks.

As she moves into position for the rings to be attached, she nearly climaxes from expectation alone.

And when her Master kick the stool away leaving her hanging, open to his torment, she does.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Igor Stravinski:

Now that the slut hangs freely I move to a cabinet and get out the thigh cuffs. It's time to truly spread my slave's legs. One is buckled just above each knee. A rope is clipped to the ring in each and bit by bit each rope is pulled and tied off. Bit by bit her knees grow closer to the inner ring and her pussy lips are being spread as they are. Finally she groans at the tension that visible in the tendons of her inner thighs. A final pull and each is tied off tightly.
Now my slave is truly wide open for me. I idly fondle Lina as I watch Rahl and the dwarves on the monitor as they amuse and arouse themselves with Bernadette.
Lina's nipples are slowly pinched as flat as they'll go then twisted and slowly pulled to turn her full tits into cones. The pressure of the pulling goes on and on until the nipple is finally pulled free to snap back as her tit does. I smile wickedly at her words, her screams and song of pain and pleasure as I watch the monitor.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Bernadette -

Bernadette remained in a gray void as long as she could. Her psyche, her soul seeking to hide from reality. She is no longer unconscious, but she refuses to open her eyes as she senses movement around her, hideous movement. Her body stretched onto what she knows is the big table, she wills herself to sink again to the void and almost makes it when her head is invaded by the voice of the dark lord –

“ You disobeyed my instructions. You will now be punished as I told you would happen each and every time you don't please me or that you disobey me Bernadette, my property.
'Know, Bernadette, if you close your eyes, if you don't look and watch everything done to you, then you will suffer as the bitch with me will suffer as you watch and listen after your punishment.
'Obedience, Bernadette. Obedience or suffer. The choice is yours to make.”

Her eyes snap open as the rest of the words are pushed into her mind. A keening whine of despair comes from her slack lips as she sees the malevolent little figure above her. Dipping his ugly shaft down, before she can clamp her mouth shut, she tastes the sulphurous slime he offers her. She gags, pulling against the restraints binding her to the table. She looks past him, at the revolting duo that has joined him in his repugnant labors. Her gaze slides past these creatures - unwilling to be assaulted by the ugliness they possess to the wide screen and she recoils again as she sees the woman who hired her bound in such a torturously distorted manner.

The woman, Lina is writhing and crying out in agony as her nipples are grasped and stretched brutally until it seems they must tear.

Bernadette doesn’t scream again though, not until she sees Lina look directly at her and smile, a rapturous smile. The three spawns of hell cavorting around her body – touching her, drooling on her, leaking on her, covering her with vile spunk, and the image before her on the screen is so beyond her, she screams until her voice breaks and wheezing replaces those screams, no less agonizing to hear save for the volume.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

The Acolyte Chorus

We venture back into the stone dungeon to watch the bride. We see her stretched, bound and open. We love the sight of her covered in the slime filth of Rahl and his companions. We suck up her screams and her terror, feeding, feeding as she watches our Master with Lina.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Lina - slave assistant

As her Lord stretches her wide, her thighs protest as she is pulled as open as it’s possible for her to be without dislocating her hips. The pressure is horrible, yet fulfilling in her twisted slave mind. She feels his hands on her nipples, applying an inhuman pressure, then the twist, excruciating, as her breasts are pulled tight. Her body tenses tightly and she screams out, begging and pleading with her lord. As another orgasm starts to build she looks into the camera with the flashing red light and smiles – a pure smile of delight for Bernadette…

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

Better Rahl. Make her flesh crawl under her skin as you fondle her, humiliate her with your foul words and actions.
"Threaten her with penetration everywhere as you three bath her with your loathsome scum, but remember my warning to you worm. One penetration and you'll suffer beyond your ability to imagine and watch and feel the rats feeding on you until you die.'

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Igor Stravinski to the Alcolyte Chorus:

Mind how much you take. Feed to fully and I'll give all of your to Rahl and his two assistants for their pleasure for the night.'