Chapter 7
After she dropped Josie off, Lynda headed home to start her plans on how
to eliminate the book. The rings on her clit and nipples reminded her
constantly of its existence. When she arrived home, Lynda ran to her room, dug
through the closet, and found the book. She instantly dropped it, as she
noticed its lettering was glowing an angry red. Noticing nothing happening to
her, Lynda picked it up again. She wrapped it in a towel from the bathroom, and
went down into the basement. Digging out a can of lighter fluid, then went up
into the den, towards the fireplace. She threw the book and towel in, and
poured lighter fluid all over it. She struck up a match and tossed it in. As
soon as the towel caught fire, Lynda felt her tits and pussy explode in
impossible pain. Lynda collapsed in a heap on the floor crying in pain. She
tried to get to the book, but the pain wrack her body, she could not get up.
She thought she was going to die. Lynda ripped through her shirt and bra, and
tried to pull the rings off, but only managed to add more pain to the burning.
She reached towards the book, and burned her hand, pulling away just as the pain
overwhelmed her, moaning 'No, no...please nooooo...", passing out on the floor.
**She woke in a stone walled, empty room, her arms outstretched above
her, and legs spread, suspended in the air. The only thing in the room was a
fire pit. Lynda stared at it in fear, panic beginning to overcome her. Her
cries of help went unanswered. The tattered clothes were still on her, but her
breasts were exposed from ripping the shirt and bra. A man naked, except for a
black and red-trimmed cloak entered the room, and came right at her. His eyes
glowed a fiery red, his body was strong, and in awesome shape. He towered over
her, standing some 6'5, and stared at her in the face. His cock was huge, and
rock hard. It had to be 12 inches long, and at least 6-7 inches in diameter.
He slapped her hard across the face, her face burning from the impact, and blood
pooled in her mouth.
"You DARE to attempt to destroy the Book of Darganoth?!?! You shall be
punished for you ignorance. Punished beyond anything you have ever known
before." He bellowed slapping her hard across the face again, throwing her head
back, then punching her hard in the stomach, knocking the breath of her.
He went over to a fire pit, and picked up the flaming whip. She started
to scream for mercy. He walked up to her, and without a word, began to tear into
her with the whip. Her clothes immediately caught fire, burning her, bringing
screams of agony from her. The whip ripped her flesh apart, as stroke after
stroke tore into her. He whipped her for nearly an hour, never stopping, never
tiring. She screamed and howled, as her clothes burned and her flesh was torn
from her body, blow after blow until, finally, after what seemed an eternity, he
stopped. She never passed out, he didn't let her. She was a bloody mess, burnt
fabric, hair and skin hung from her. She could hardly breath. Her screams died
a long time ago, as her lungs and throat were wrecked from all the yelling.
Lynda hung, barely conscience, as all her nerves were on fire. She wished she
could die. She felt something touch between her legs, then drive deep into her
pussy before she could make a sound in protest. Her eyes flew open, and felt
and saw him up against her, his monstrous cock buried deep within her. She
screamed, bringing blood up, in agony as his cock felt like it was on fire. Her
innards felt like they were burning up. He wrapped his huge muscled arms around
her, and fucked her hard and deep, every stroke bring more pain to her insides.
She felt no pleasure in this sexual torture. After several minutes of the
agonizing pumping of his cock, he shot his load into her, and she felt her pussy
burn in explosive fiery pain. She thought he had put fire into her, it burned
so much. She shook, her detroyed body dripping blood and ichor to the floor, as
her pulled his still rock hard cock out of her with a pop. She screamed a
nearly silent, bloody scream, as his supposed cum burn apart her insides, until
the blessing of unconscienceness too her.
Lynda woke, and found herself in the same room, in the same position,
exactly like the first time. Lynda looked around in panic. The tattered clothes
were on her again, her breasts exposed like before. When the man in the cloak
entered the room, she screamed in pitiful begging, realizing she was going to
relive her punishment.
"You DARE to attempt to destroy the Book of Darganoth?!?! You shall be
punished for you ignorance. Punished beyond anything you have ever known
before." He bellowed slapping her hard across the face, throwing her head back,
then punching her hard in the stomach, knocking the breath of her.
He went over to a fire pit, and picked up the flaming whip. She started
to scream for mercy. He walked up to her, and without a word, began to tear into
her with the whip. Her clothes immediately caught fire, burning her, bringing
screams of agony from her. The whip ripped her flesh apart, as stroke after
stroke tore into her. He whipped her for nearly an hour, never stopping, never
tiring. She screamed and howled, as her clothes burned and her flesh was torn
from her body, blow after blow until, finally, after what seemed an eternity, he
stopped. She never passed out, he didn't let her. She was a bloody mess, burnt
fabric, hair and skin hung from her. She could hardly breath. Her screams died
a long time ago, as her lungs and throat were wrecked from all the yelling.
Lynda hung, barely conscience, as all her nerves were on fire. She wished she
could die. She felt something touch between her legs, then drive deep into her
pussy before she could make a sound in protest. Her eyes flew open, and felt
and saw him up against her, his monstrous cock buried deep within her. She
screamed, bringing blood up in agony as his cock felt like it was on fire. Her
innards felt like they were burning up. He wrapped his huge muscled arms around
her, and fucked her hard and deep, every stroke bring more pain to her insides.
She felt no pleasure in this sexual torture. After several minutes of the
agonizing pumping of his cock, he shot his load into her, and she felt her pussy
burn in explosive fiery pain. She thought he had put fire into her, it burned
so much. She shook, her detroyed body dripping blood and ichor to the floor, as
her pulled his still rock hard cock out of her with a pop. She screamed a
barely silent, bloody scream as his supposed cum burn apart her insides, until
the blessing of unconscienceness too her.
Lynda woke, and found herself in the same room, in the same position,
exactly like the first and second time. Lynda looked around in panic. The
tattered clothes were on her again, her breasts exposed like before. When the
man in the cloak entered the room, she screamed, realizing she was going to
relive her punishment, again and again.
"You DARE to attempt to destroy the Book of Darganoth?!?! You shall be
punished for you ignorance. Punished beyond anything you have ever known
before." He bellowed slapping her hard across the face, throwing her head back,
then punching her hard in the stomach, knocking the breath of her.
He went over to a fire pit, and picked up the flaming whip. She started
to scream for mercy. He walked up to her, and without a word, began to tear into
her with the whip. Her clothes immediately caught fire, burning her, bringing
screams of agony from her. The whip ripped her flesh apart, as stroke after
stroke tore into her. He whipped her for nearly an hour, never stopping, never
tiring. She screamed and howled, as her clothes burned and her flesh was torn
from her body, blow after blow until, finally, after what seemed an eternity, he
stopped. She never passed out, he didn't let her. She was a bloody mess, burnt
fabric, hair and skin hung from her. She could hardly breath. Her screams died
a long time ago, as her lungs and throat were wrecked from all the yelling.
Lynda hung, barely conscience, as all her nerves were on fire. She wished she
could die. She anticipated his cock, but it did nothing to relieve the pain it
caused, then felt it drive deep into her pussy. She screamed, bringing blood
up, in agony as his cock felt like it was on fire. Her innards felt like they
were burning up. He wrapped his huge muscled arms around her, and fucked her
hard and deep, every stroke bring more pain to her insides. She felt no
pleasure in this sexual torture. After several minutes of the agonizing pumping
of his cock, he shot his load into her, and she felt her pussy burn in explosive
fiery pain. She thought he had put fire into her, it burned so much. She
shook, her detroyed body dripping blood and ichor to the floor, as her pulled
his still rock hard cock out of her with a pop. She screamed a barely silent,
bloody scream, as his supposed cum burn apart her insides, until the blessing of
unconscienceness too her.
Six more times she was punished.
After the ninth time, the pattern was broken. He told her she was going
to perform the deeds for Lord Darganoth, in the most wretched, dispicable, and
soul-detroying way possible. He laughed at her, spit on her, and left the room.
Lynda passed out in agony..**
She woke up with a scream in her den. She looked around in horrified
panic. She felt every nerve in her body on fire, and could barely move. She
cried for nearly a half-hour lying on the floor, staring at the book, unscathed,
belittling her.
