Chapter 5
As Josie slept, her mother looked at the book, then down at her
daughter. She looked so peaceful, so calm, and...beautiful. She slowly sat
down on the bed next to her daughter, and looked at her some more, while the
book, unbeknownst to her, softly began to glow. Lynda felt a stirring in her
loins. Josie looked so good, so sexy. She slowly slid the blanket down off of
her daughter, and admired her smooth and silky breasts. She started to reach to
touch one, to feel the smooth flesh, to carress them,when suddenly the book slid
to the floor with a thud, scaring Lynda. Looking down, she saw the book lying
on the floor, then back up at Josie. She felt a pain in her chest as
realization at what she was doing struck her. She began to sob, and realizing
she might wake her, quickly covered her up, and took the book out with her, and
quickly rushed to her room.
Lynda fell on her bed, and cried, humiliated and ashamed at what she had
done. How could she possibly do something like that...to her own daughter!!!
She sat up, angry with herself...and the book. She opened it up, and started to
tear the pages out, when a sharp, tearing pain ripped through her, blinding her,
and throwing her to the floor. She lay stunned on the floor, lost in the pain,
Soon she recovered herself, and sat up, "What the fuck was that?" she
exclaimed, almost too loudly. She reached up to grab the book off the bed, when
a more powerful shock ripped through her, and she sank, passed out on the floor
with a thud.
**"Lynda."
"Slave," a raspy voice woke her.
"You have committed a grave offense and are to be punished," the same
voice condemned her.
She opened her eyes, and found herself in a strange room. It had stone
walls, floor and ceiling. The door was an iron gate, with thick bars vertically
in a frame. She shook off the blanket, and felt little pricks around her naked
body. Looking down on her bed, she saw her bed was now a mat of straw. She
closed her eyes a moment, shaking away the dream. Opening her eyes, the scene
was still the same. Then she noticed them.
The first was dressed in black robes, with a black skullcap. His eyes
were glowing red and piercing with a look of condescension towards her. He had
a full graying beard, and mustache. He held a paper in her had, which he was
reading.
"...and due to the offense of attempting to destroy The Book of
Darganost, you shall be condemned to the rack, where correction of the whip, the
hot irons, and other forms of releasement, are to be your punishment. You are
hereby sentenced to begin your correction now, in accordance with the laws of
Darganost."
Lynda stared wide-eyed in shock at him. An image of the book flashed
quickly through her mind. "No, its just a dream, your not real, this isn't
real."
"It is real, prisoner," he answered. "Your crime and your correction is
real. Guard, bring her."
With that, he turned, his robes swirling around him, he left the room.
She turned in shock to see the large hulking man, who was dressed in
dark leather, his face covered in a black hood, but red eyes could be seen
through the eye-holes, coming towards her. She crawled away, her knees and
hands scrapping the stone floor. He felt him approach, fast and hard. She
turned to flail off his attacks, but was roughly grabbed by her wrists. He
yanked her up, but she couldn't get her legs under her, a mixture of fear and
protest. He spun her around, her legs scrapping on the rocky floor, and pushed
her face down, pulling her arms behind her back. Rough iron shackles were
quickly locked onto her wrists. He grabbed and squeezed her ass, pulling her
ass cheeks apart. He jammed a thick finger into her ass, causing her to cry out
in pain. He laughed and muttered something, then yanked her up. Again she
refused to stand. At that, he bodily picked her up, and threw her over his
shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She began to kick and roll her body. He
squeezed her harder and punched hard into the face, bringing a yelp of pain,
stunning her. Blood ran down her chin, from the nasty cuts on her lip and nose.
He roughly adjusted her onto his shoulder and left her cell.
As she began to get over the shot to her face, she began to kick and
fight again, screaming for help. He began to lose control of her, so he dropped
her fairly hard onto the stone corridor floor, and grabbed one of her legs,
while she was stunned from the drop. He forced shackles onto her ankles, then
picked her up again, throwing her onto his shoulder with some force, knocking
the breath from her. All this time he had said nothing.
She cried in protest, weakly kicking and squirming, but his hold on her
was near crushing her abdomen to his shoulder. Soon she heard voices echoing
towards her, then suddenly they turned a corner, and she heard and saw where all
the voices were coming from. They were in a large room, with all stone walls,
which reached 20 feet into the air to a vaulted stone ceiling, chains and ropes
hanging down everywhere. The floor was flat stone, black and stained in places
around the room. On one side of the room was a set of benches, where men and
women dressed in black finery, all eyes glowing red, sat listening to the
black-robed man telling them of Lynda's fate.
The hulking guard carried Lynda to a long table with a wide wooden
cylinder on one end, in which chains were wrapped around, the cylinder had a
larger wheel attached to one end. On the opposite end of the table, manacles
were set into the corners with iron rivets. He laid her down onto her stomach,
and released her hands from the shackles, then quickly flipped her over. Before
she could protest, two other similarly dressed men grabbed her arms, pulled them
towards the cylinder, and locked her wrists into long, wide leather shackles,
which were attached to the chains.
She began to scream, and kick, but they quickly grabbed her legs, and
undid her shackles, but replaced them with the manacles attached to the table.
When they finished, they stepped away from her, and turned away, facing the
speaker.
"And so it comes time for the correction to begin, a correction to end
this hideous urge to destroy the Darklord's book."
"NOOOO!!! It was a mistake!! STOP this, please!" Lynda yelled begging.
"We shall begin, by stretching the offender thereby exposing her flesh
to correction."
"No, please. I won't do it again, please, don't..."
One of the guards approached the table, and began to turn the wheel,
loud clicking noises sounded as it turned locking it from turning back. After
three turns, Lynda was stretched tightly, but not too painfully, yet.
"Ple....please, Oh, it, it hurts. Stop, please"
"Tighter, guard."
He turned it about four more clicks, and Lynda could feel her joints
beginning to scream in protest. She felt her whole body being pulled to its
limit, she could barely breath, her ribs pressing into her chest. The ankle
manacles were cutting into her flesh. Her breasts were elongated, and her
stomach was flat, low into her abdomen, stretched tight. She could barely move
in any way.
"Pl...please...it...hurts. I...can't...breath," she protested.
She laid there, stretched for several minutes, her body screaming in
protest. She gave up struggling as it caused more pain, but she continued to
moan in pain.
"Now, one more block, guard."
"No...No...I...can't...Aaaaaaaahhhhhh"
The wheel turned about an inch or so, and clicked into place. Lynda
felt her joints at their extreme limit. She moaned softly as she could not get
more air into her lungs. Her shoulders and hips felt on the edge of ripping
from their sockets. Her stomach rose and fell in short quick gasps. For what
seemed like hours, a mere minute passed, before she felt the pressure slowly
being released. She cried in thanks for being released. She quickly realized
thought that it wasn't ultimate freedom, only the loosening of the rack. She
could now at least move a little, and breath in deep gulps of air.
"The correction shall now continue with the whips. First, she shall be
flogged."
"WHAT?!?! NO, oh no, you can't...."
A guard came on each side of her, holding a short crop.
"Begin"
Without hesitation, they began to whip the breast on their side."
She screamed in utter agony as blow after blow slashed her breasts,
sending ripples of searing fire through her chest. For nearly a minute they
punished her breasts, until they were bright crimson, with spots of blood and
bruising beginning to form. She cried for them to stop, it felt like she was
going to die from the pain, it was too much, and near the end of the torment,
she heard the sound cheering in the distance. She prayed for unconscienceness
to free her from the pain, but it would not come.
She cried as she heard him speak again, "And now, she shall be punished
on the buttocks, to prepare for the branding."
She screamed and yelled, "Please!!! No More, I...Can't...Oh god,
please...I'll leave the book a..alone." her voice quickly going hoarse.
She felt the chains loosening, then the manacles were released from her
wrists and ankles. She attempted to struggle, but her joints hurt too much to
put up much of a struggle. She continued to screamed for freedom, but no one
helped her. The guards lifted her from the table and took her to the ropes
hanging from the ceiling. The ropes were tied tight around her wrists several
times holding her arms up and out over her head. Her shoulders began to burn
from the positioning, and she cried in pain. Her legs were tied together, as
she tried to kick at them, from the ankles to the thighs, so tightly she could
not move them apart at all. Tears rolled down her face, mingling with the blood
from her mouth and nose, she tasted the salty mixture, and spit at the Speaker.
He gave an evil smile, which caused her to shudder, and regret the spitting
almost immediately. He slapped her hard across the face, the left side of her
face exploding in a blinding flash, throwing her head to the side, and blood
across the floor. She hung her head in agony, as the pounding of her blood
echoed in her head.
Her legs were attached to a rope to a ring in the floor. She heard and
felt a crank lift her off her feet. Hoarsely Lynda cried for help, as her arms
took her weight, shoulders burning beyond belief. Through it all, she could not
pass out from the pain, something was not allowing her to do so. They lifted
her about a foot off the floor, and let her hang for a moment in pain. Her
chest and shoulders burned. Moments later, she heard the guards approaching to
the sides, each holding a long whip.
"NOOOO, PLEEEEASE....NOOOOOOAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" She screamed as the first
whip struck her right ass cheek, "AAAAAAH, NOOOOO,
I...EEEEEEAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOWWWW!!!" Strike after strike ripped into her ass,
marking her with stripes of red and purple, she struggled to escape, until her
left shoulder gave a loud POP, and she thankfully passed out with a moan...
Lynda woke up, he body a mass of burning pain. She slowly opened her
eyes, and gave a hoarse cry, realizing she was still trapped in this nightmare.
"Oh, pleeeeease, no...no more, I...can't...I...oh god,...I
won't...t...touch...the...book again" She moaned in pain. Lynda felt herself
tied down again on the table, only this time her arms were chained directly to
the table, and her legs were spread wide, up and to the sides of her,
exposing her pussy and ass to the world. Her shoulder was screaming at her in
agonizing protest, Her tits and ass burned as if on fire, and her breathing was
difficult. Tears no longer flowed, and the blood was dried and crusted on her
face.
Looking down between her legs she saw a raised pedestal glowing in
reddish-orange, black smoke rising up to the ceiling, past the end of the table.
Lynda moaned through cracked lips, trying, again so unsuccessfully for help or
freedom as her throat burned from all her screaming.
The Speaker appeared in front of her, "And for the final stage of the
forsaken's punishment, the branding, then finally, the torture rings shall be
placed upon her."
Lynda cried and moaned, awaiting her fate.
One of the guards, his eyes a menacing red, approached the pedestal and
picked up a long branding iron, glowing hot, flames dancing one last time upon
the end. He stepped towards her, and without ceremony, slammed into her left
ass cheek. A howl of utter piercing agony ripped through the air, as if all the
wolves of the world came into chorus, blood spewing forth from the victims
mouth, as her vocal cords were thrashed with a vengeance of sound, ending with a
slumping form lying upon the table.
Lynda again awoke to find herself still tied in the same position, and
felt new burning pain on her clit and tits. She weakly lifted her head, to look
at her body. She cried as she scanned her beaten and torn body, blood, slashes,
bruises and...black rings pierced through her nipples., Small thin and delicate,
they hung from her damaged nipples, dangling, almost as if laughing at her. She
peered down between her upraised legs, and just caught the edge of something
black, presumably piercing her clit, as the pain there was the obvious hint to
its location. She tried to speak, but coughed instead, sending flecks of blood
from her mouth. She croaked a weak help, which burned her throat. Swallowing
painfully, her gaze was attracted up in front of her to an approaching figure.
She rasped a gasp when she saw the man(?) with the glowing eyes who ordered her
punishment standing before her. She hung in utter defeat, burning in pain and
exhausting, all of her body begging for it to end.
"Now, Lynda R-, you have been warned!"
WARNED?!?!, her mind screamed, unable to comprehend the impossible
connection.
"...from now on will be under command to serve the Darklord Dargonoth,
as he so desires. You will know when he calls upon you." Lynda's mind reeled
in confusion and terror, "and you will obey, or face the most painful
re-instruction you have ever had in your pitiful, weak-minded life. Those rings
upon your body will burn you if you disobey, but...also, they will bring you
absolute pleasure if you obey. Let me demostrate...Stand up, now."
Lynda looked at him in wide-eyed bewilderment. How could she stand up,
she was restrained to this fucking table. Without bothering to try, she hung
there, miserable and defeated. Without warning, her tits and pussy felt like
the fires of hell ripped through them, causing her to stiffen in her bounds and
bringing a raspy, hoarse and bloody scream from her. She collapsed a moment
after it ended, head hanging weakly.
"Look at me," he ordered her.
Weakly she lifted her head to look at his red demonic eyes. Suddenly,
she began to feel pleasurable touches to her nipples and clit. It grew in
intensity, small orgasms rolling through her. The pleasure built up, climbing,
growing, until finally she felt her body explode in an incredible orgasm, her
juices shooting from her, splattering the table and floor. She shook in
awestruck ecstasy as another wave rocked her mind, bringing her to another peak
she had never attained in her life. She collapsed in total and delectable
exhaustion, forgetting all about the pain she had endured. She shook one last
time, one last aftershock of pleasure, before she passed out...**
Lynda woke with a shudder and a cry as pain shot immediately through her
body. She was on the floor, and her ass, tits, and pussy were on fire. She
began to cry as the images of her torment rolled through her mind. She crawled
to her knees, every part of her in protest, eventually climging up to her feet,
unsteadily. She felt her self, and discovered that something was attached to
her clit. Slowly looking down, a midnight black ring was pierced into each
nipple, and one on her clit. She pulled the clit ring, and swooned from the
pain. Remembering the branding, she touch her ass, and felt the deep etching of
the mark upon her left cheek. She cried again as she tried to rush to the full
length mirror. Lynda looked at her mutilated body, and turned to look at her
ass. She saw two symbols burned into her ass. Her face looked normal, actually
her body looked normal except for the adornments and the branding.
She tried to remember what was said, but her mind was in a fog, she
could not grasp any details, but she knew, the proof stared at her in the
mirror, that it was real. She gingerly walked over to the book, and picked it
up, almost expecting to be shocked again, but nothing happened.
"Oh god...Ow" her voice sounded retched, making her stop speaking. She
walked over to her closet, and moving stuff aside in the back, she buried the
book under boxes and clothes, then closed the door. She felt extremely weak,
and forgetting about doing anything else for now, she shambled to her bed, and
collapsed upon it, practically asleep before hitting it.
The following morning, Josie awoke, and with a start, began to cry.
Memories rushed back into her mind. She picked up the phone and called Laurie's
house, but there was no answer. She panicked, and jumped out of bed. She
barely remembered she was naked, before putting on a robe, then rushed out of
her room, to her mother's room. She knocked but there was no answer.
Nervously, she opened the door, and looked inside. She saw her mother's clothes
scattered on the floor, then her mother's sleeping form on the bed, lying
askance, as if she had collapsed or fell. Something caught her eye, freezing
her to the spot, her mother's ass had a brand on it. She stood in stark terror.
She thought a million things at once, then turned around and rushed back to her
room, and scanned the floor. Not seeing what she was looking for, she rifled
through all her drawers, clothes, books, jewelry, combs, brushes, and other
things were thrown around in her hectic search. She stripped the bed, tore
apart her closet, but not finding where her the book was, she collapsed on the
floor in tears, shaking in terror. She wailed miserably, afraid of what she had
done.
She slowly regained some composure, and weakly stood, shaking herself to
reality, or whatever it was she was in. She thought to herself, that something
had to be done, but what...what...
Josie walked out of her room, and back to her mother's, entering
quietly, and approaching her mother's sleeping form, shook her awake. At first
she did not react, but then after a couple of soft calls, and another shake or
two, Lynda woke up. She turned around, oblivious to her nakedness and looked at
her daughter with sleep fogged eyes. She saw her daughter's eyes grow big, as
if she had seen a ghost, blood drain from her face, wobble, and slump to the
floor with a crash.
Lynda carried a glass of water into her room, and set in on the bed
stand. She sat on the bed, and gently brushed hair out of her daughter's face.
Josie looked so peaceful right now, as if nothing was wrong. Lynda fought back
tears, and looked away. While trying to compose herself, she felt a hand on her
arm.
"Mom?"
Lynda turned back to face her daughter, as a tear rolled down her face.
She looked into Josie's eyes, and nodded, giving a look that she knew what was
wrong.
"OH Mom...!" Josie wailed, sitting up and hugging her mother with all
her life. Lynda hugged her back, tightly and lovingly.
"Shhh," as she tried to comfort her. She didn't know what to do or say,
she was afraid of what terrors her daughter had faced, before she discovered the
truth of the book. As she hugged her, a thought came to mind, and it made her
shudder inside, but she immediately accepted it, and gained strength from it.
"Honey," she whispered. "I know, I know, but please listen, ok."
Josie, letting go, raised her tearstained face to look at her mother.
"I think I know what has to be done, but to be safe, I want you to go to
your Aunt and Uncle's house for a few days, so I can take care of it."
"But...but, what..." Lynda stopped her with a gentle finger to her
daughter's lips.
"I want you to be safe, I want this to end, for you and for me. I don't
think anyone can help us with this, so I have an idea that might take care of
it, ok honey."
Josie started to say something, but thought better of it. She was
scared, confused and unable to think. She had always trusted and loved her
mother. Why should she stop now? so she slowly nodded in agreement.
"Ok, I've already called Aunt Sarah, and although she'll be gone a
couple days and Uncle Tom is on a business trip for the week, she said it would
be fine. Jen is home for the week from college, and she said she would be glad
to spend time with you."
"With a slight feeling of relief, she sighed, and hugged her mother
again, "I love you Mom."
Lynda hugged her tightly, "I Love you too, sweety."
