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Mercy's Dungeon [ff,nc,snuff]
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Well here's my first story posting, I hope you folks like it!
Now the warnings (ho hum): This story contains seduction, torture, some
non-consentuality, and snuff. If that bugs you, don't read it.
It's all fiction, from my twisted little mind.
Enjoy!
In Mercy's Dungeon
by Tauni Arntsen
She's been gone for, well, an awfully long time. It's so hard to
guess the time in here, or to reckon the amount of time that's passed.
My mind says I've been here for years, but my body knows better. It
still hurts from the first strokes of the cane. Lines of fire, they
still burn along my thighs and butt.
Where is she? I need her to turn me over. My body has sweated an
awful lot on this vinyl table, and the sweat makes the cane marks sting
worse. Feeling the effects of staying in one position for so long, I try
to shift a little to ease the pressure on my butt. The wet vinyl clings
to my tender skin and makes moving more painful than staying still.
A sudden panic grips me: will she _ever_ come back? Will she
leave me here in this dark, damp place where insects must be plentiful.
Another wave of panic: here I am tied in place, I couldn't even swat the
bugs off me. They could crawl all over me, inside me if they wanted.
I scream and call her name. I yell and yell until the sound bouncing off
the walls hurts my ears. I give up, exhausted and sobbing. Terrified
but too tired to really care.
I wake up a good deal calmer. There seems to be just the tiniest
amount of light in the room. I never noticed that before. The light
appears to be coming from around a corner and flickers with soft colors.
A TV or computer screen maybe.
My stomach rumbles painfully and I'm suddenly aware that I'm
hungry. I think it's the first time I've noticed that. Hard to believe
I've probably been here for only 12 hours or so. I try not to think
about the pain in my stomach, but it seems to eclipse the pain elsewhere.
So I listen to its gurgling and thrashing for a while.
I try to distract myself by thinking of how I got here.
She was beautiful, but in a way that made me shiver. She was
having an animated discussion with a man at the dungeon party. She wore
a tight black body suit with a loose wrap around skirt of blue. I came
closer, searching for an excuse to get her attention. She turned sharply
and smiled at me. I think my heart actually stopped for a moment.
Somehow I managed to speak a greeting and my name.
I knew she could tell how nervous I was, excited by her beauty.
I knew she was feeding off that nervousness, enjoying it immensely in fact.
She recognized my name (I am something of a semi-legend as bottoms go).
I saw coldness creep into her gaze and a sudden panic made me want to run
away. Then warmth returned and all was well again. We went downstairs to
the living room to talk further.
Gradually the conversation shifted into negotiation. I was so
turned on by the idea of playing with her that I didn't care if we had
just met at some dungeon party. I explained that I was not really
interested in roleplay, that I was primarily a physical masochist. I
knew deep inside that all this was open to modification, but was afraid
to say anything about it. She gave me a look that said she knew what I
was thinking and I saw her pleasure as she anticipated messing with my
boundaries. I gulped and again managed to keep from fleeing. She
smiled, a cool sinister smile, and I was hooked.
We left the party earlier than I'd ever left a party. She wanted
to show me her dungeon, and I wanted to see it. Her house was amazingly
far out in the countryside, but the long drive was enjoyable because
every time I looked at her I got the most delicious shiver. I shifted a
little in my seat and realized I was wet. That realization turned me on
even more, but I was happy to let it simmer.
We reached a long gravel driveway which wound behind a hill to a
house that wasn't even visible from the road. A huge old house, built
about the turn of the century anyway. I hoped I would get a chance to
explore it a bit, as I love old houses.
In the living room I automaticly took a seat near hers but at a
lower level. Maybe I was feeling a _little_ bit submissive around her.
We talked a bit more, but I caught her gaze in the dim light and was
transfixed. She reached out to me and touch my cheek. Our first touch.
My eyes didn't want to leave hers as she slowly moved her hand to stroke
my hair. As her fingers slowly raked through my short hair, I sighed
mightily and my eyes slowly closed. We stayed like that for several minutes.
She stroked my cheek again and I opened my eyes. My head had
somehow come to rest upon her knee. I liked looking up at her face from
that angle. She looked deep into my eyes and asked me if I'd like to see
her dungeon now. I seemed to have lost the power of speech, but I nodded.
She said she wanted to take me there blindfolded. I agreed. At that
moment I would've done nearly anything she asked.
She tied the blindfold tightly so I couldn't even open my eyes,
much less see anything. The pressure on my eyes was reassuring, as was
her hand upon my shoulder. We slowly walked forward, made a few turns,
and carefully went down some stairs.
I noticed a distinct increase in humidity and a musty smell which
was not entirely unpleasant. I heard a click and she removed my blindfold.
It was a few moments before I could see well, and she waited patiently
until my eyes adjusted.
She had pointed me towards an table that resembled a doctors exam
room table. Beyond it I could see a rack of whips, crops, and canes
neatly arranged along the wall. A stout metal box was open and I saw
coiled rope and some pieces if leather. The bondage equipment.
Her hand was a gentle pressure on my back as she waited for me to
take this all in. Maybe she thought I'd be afraid and want to leave.
Actually the fear was very remote, what I felt most keenly was a sense of
pride that she wanted to share this with me. I turned to her and smiled
a big silly grin. She smiled back and we walked towards the table.
I hopped up and sat down as if I owned the place. She went
around a corner and I heard some new age type music playing. I noticed
the speakers and realized that for all its apparent crudeness this could
be a fun place indeed. She returned and massaged my neck gently. She
asked if I'd like a back rub and I immediately agreed.
I laid on my stomach on the table while she massaged my back. My
shirt was gradually coming untucked from my pants, but at that point I
didn't mind. She slipped her hands under my shirt and I was shocked by
the softness and warmth of them. Soon my shirt was up around my neck and
I removed it altogether. I heard her whisper softly in my ear, asking if
I'd like to try some bondage. My heart nearly burst with joy as I as I
said yes.
I laid on the table pleasantly relaxed while she put the leather
cuffs on my wrists. They were broad and snug and lined with soft fleece.
I sighed with contentment and then shivered a little with anticipation.
She tied each cuff to a leg of the table. I couldn't lift my hands at
all, but could move them slightly from side to side. I'd always enjoyed
secure bondage.
I was getting all dreamy and into the sensation of being tied up
when I felt a flogger lightly strike my back. If I could've purred like
a cat, I would have. I relaxed my back as the strokes gradually
increased in intensity. I slowly become aware that I was moaning with
each stroke. I moved my legs a bit and found that I was _really_ wet at
this point. The whipping built until I was moaning and thrusting with my
hips into the padded but firm surface of the table. I was startled as I
felt her hand slowly move across my back, leeching the warmth from my skin.
I had a pleasant buzz going as well as being very turned on. She
started to remove my pants, and I moved my body to help. I lay basking
in the heat of my back as she placed leather cuffs on my ankles and tied
them to the legs of the table. Her hand softly caressed my bottom and I
started to think of what it might feel like in another hour. Her other
hand moved to my exposed pussy and easily found my clit. She made some
noise of satisfaction as she noted the degree of my wetness.
As I resumed moaning and squirming a little she began to slap my
butt with one hand, fingering my clit with the other. She noted the
change in my body tension as I approached orgasm and removed her hand
from my pussy, but continued to spank my butt for a while. The buildup
towards climax resumed and again she stopped just in time.
I lay on the table a heaving, sighing mess while she stepped back
and chuckled. After a few minutes I calmed down somewhat and she asked
me if I'd ever come just from being caned. I said no and my apprehension
increased as I thought of enduring enough cane strokes to get that far.
She noted my squirming, but got the cane anyway.
It began with a light tapping that gradually built up until I was
once again moaning and thrusting, this alternating with cringing from the
initial sting of impact. I began sobbing and pleading with her to stop,
but she seemed not to hear me. The caning continued unabated. I started
casting about my mind for the safeword we'd agreed on earlier, and
decided that I was really ok and didn't need it. Yet.
The caning stopped abruptly and I thought it was over, when I
heard her whisper in my ear, "I want to hear you scream." Her voice was
so chilling that I struggled even harder, and my brain couldn't have
found the safeword even if I wanted to use it.
I lay shivering in anticipation, but I didn't have to wait long.
She lifted the cane over her head and brought it down full force on my butt.
I screamed and screamed, then cried and sobbed. I opened my eyes and saw
her looking quite pleased with herself. But as she saw me recover enough
to notice that, she lifted the cane again and brought it down on my thighs.
It seemed to go on and on forever. The pauses were long enough
for me to stop screaming between strokes, but I just kept sobbing and didn't
try to look at her again. The caning stopped, but I didn't really notice
it for some time. I just continued to cry.
I felt her hands on me as she unhooked the cuffs. I was too
exhausted to move anyway. She rolled me over and refastened the cuffs.
My backside ached immensely from the weight of my body on the welts.
I opened my eyes and through the haze of tears saw her beautiful face
looking at me. I wanted to say something, but my words weren't coming
out intelligibly. I think I wanted to tell her that I loved her for
doing this to me.
She smiled and showed me the cane she'd been using. It was
covered with blood. My blood. I started to squeal loudly as she turned
and walked out of the room, pausing to turn off the lights.
I wake up again because the room seems filled with light. She's
here in the room. My anger at her for leaving me so long is immediately
eclipsed by my hunger. She has brought a tray with a sandwich and some
orange juice. She unties the cuffs from the table and gently brings my
arms back to a normal position. She helps me sit up, but I'm very
shaky. It scares me to feel this weak. The throbbing of my butt is
nothing to the rumbling of my stomach.
She holds me while I eat some of the sandwich and drink all of
the juice. After a while she helps me stand and leads me to a small room
off the main dungeon with a toilet and shower. She helps me sit on the
toilet and holds me up until I'm done there. Then she helps me into the
shower and hooks my cuffs to a bolt on the wall. The water is cold at
first and I protest, but it warms up quickly. She somehow manages to
wash my body while avoiding the water herself.
She turns me to wash my backside gently. I'm curious to see what
it looks like so I turn my hard as far as I can. All I can see is
multiple red lines with scabs forming on them. The sight of it makes me
cry softly, while she carefully cleans off the sweat and other
accumulated stuff.
She turns the water off and gently towels me dry. She hasn't spoken
yet, and the silence begins to bug me. I ask her why she left me alone
so long, but she only smiles and turns me to face her. She quickly grabs
the back of my head and forces my lips to hers. In spite of the pain and
the fear I felt earlier, my emotions immediately soften towards her.
Chained to a shower wall she kisses me deeply and with a precision devoid
of passion on her part, a carefully calculated kiss that leaves me
hanging limply in her arms.
When I can stand, she leads me back to the dungeon room. I stand
on my own long enough for her to lay a soft blanket over the table and
help me sit down on it. I start to wonder if I want to leave or stay
here with her. Then I wonder if I even have a choice.
She senses the confusion and smiles. "I want you to stay, what do
you want?" I'm so enthralled by her that I can't answer. She takes that
as consent, which I guess it is.
She shows me a stout leather collar which she places around my
neck snugly, but not tightly. The collar has a ring on either side of my
neck and I feel them dangle against my skin as I bow my head to her.
Her arm about my shoulders is comforting and I feel peace as I
surrender to her. She helps me lie down on the table, which is much more
comfortable thanks to the blanket. She blindfolds me snugly and I only
shiver a little bit. I am hers, after all.
I feel soft ropes wrap around my body tying me to the table.
Around and around they wrap, covering my body but leaving my breasts
bare. Then I feel ropes around my legs. I am nearly coccooned in soft
rope, firmly fixed to the table. I test my range of movement and find
that it is impossible to move anything below my head. I'm getting so
aroused that I want to breathe deeply, which I can't because the ropes
won't let my chest expand. I settle for breathing rapidly, but I fear I
may hyperventilate.
I feel her jingling the metal loops on my collar and then feel
a rope pass through them and down to the table. I can only move my head
the slightest bit, and even that is uncomfortable. I try to relax and
patiently wait for whatever comes next.
Soft warm hands on my breasts. Gently massaging but the
intensity increases quickly. The fact that my breasts are the only
exposed part of my body makes me all the more aware of what's going on
there. I'm breathing too fast and I'm starting to get dizzy, but I can't
slow it down. My mouth is open and my lips are hungry for some
sensation, but there's nothing there. I moan but can't arch by back or
move. I am completely immobile and helpless.
The breast massage focuses on my nipples and an expert tease
begins. The light touches, gentle twisting and squeezing, goes on
forever. It's never enough to hurt or to make me jump to a higher level
of arousal, there's just a _long_ slow buildup with no apparent
destination.
I'm also feeling very sleepy, the dizziness has progressed to the
point where I feel like drifting off to sleep. The primitive part of my
brain takes over for a few seconds as I struggle as much as I can, but
there's nothing I can do.
I wake up with a serious cramp in my neck. I guess I thrashed
too hard before I passed out. The ropes are still tight, but I can
breathe almost normally in the absence of stimulation. She's gone
again. Oh no, not again! How long this time? How long will I have to
wait like this? My earlier submissiveness boils away as I get angry.
"Where the hell are you? Let me go!" I find the safeword and
scream it at the top of my lungs. No answer. She isn't even here.
I give up trying to get her attention and go about planning my revenge
for when I _do_ get released. She's going to be blackballed from any
safe, sane, and consensual parties for sure.
After a while I hear a little noise and I know that she's been
there watching me all this time. I start to yell at her, but she quickly
stuffs a gag into my mouth and straps it around my head.
"I don't want to hear any of that from you. I want you to listen
to me. No one at that party knows my real name or where I live. Nobody
is going to come here looking for you. I have plans for you, which I'm
sure you're not going to like."
I try to curse at her from behind the gag, but it's useless and
she laughs. Then I feel a riding crop smack across my nipples. I scream
into the gag but the sound is almost completely muted by the rubber. My
muscles are terribly sore from all my attempted thrashing, and I know
that I haven't loosened the ropes one bit with all my struggles. That
doesn't stop me from trying though.
The crop has made my nipples stand up in spite of their pain. I
feel a clamp close on one nipple, towards the base, and then on the other
nipple. Both clamps tighten and I think I can feel both sides of each
clamp touching through my nipples. The trapped blood in my nipples makes
them extremely sensative. The very air seems to caress them too brutally.
I groan and try to keep from hyperventilating again.
After a few minutes I feel light prickling on my nipples. At
first I think it's from lack of circulation, but I realize that it's from
very fine needles puncturing the skin. I can smell blood. There seem to
be many small punctures in each nipple. Then I feel a mouth on one
nipple, suckling, drinking the trickle of blood. That nipple is suddenly
exposed to the cold air as the mouth moves to the other one.
The clamps come off and the pain is tripled as new blood rushes
into my nipples. Suddenly the blindfold is removed and my eyes are
assaulted by light. After several moments I can see again, and the first
thing I see is her face looking down at mine. Her lips are red with my
blood. The sight is mesmerizing, beautiful, not at all grotesque. I
almost forget how the blood got there.
"Thank you" she says and it seems sincere. Seeing her again
after so long blindfolded she looks more beautiful than ever and I forget
the hatred and revenge. She sees my expression change and removes the gag.
My mouth is still hungry for sensation and she bends down and kisses me
deeply, letting me taste my own blood. I love her.
She unwraps the rope that holds my body to the table, but leaves
my legs and head bound. She clamps each wrist cuff to the sides of the
table, unties my collar from the table, and helps me sit up. She sits on
the table behind me and lays me across her lap. She talks to me in words
that don't mean anything, just pleasant sounds. I relax more and close
my eyes.
I feel a sharp stick in my arm, but don't flinch much. I'm safe
here in her arms. She gives me a quick kiss and I open my eyes to gaze
into hers. "There wasn't much blood in your nipples, you know. Not near
enough to make me satisfy me."
I feel bad, guilty that I didn't give her all that she wanted.
"I want you to be happy." I start crying. "I want you to have whatever
you want. I love you."
She smiles, so gentle and caring, "You will give me whatever I ask?"
"Yes, yes I will. Whatever you want." I'm speaking through
tears of guilt and love.
She moves a little and I see a tube filled with thick crimson
blood. It's coming from my arm and she's squeezing the tube to prevent
the blood from spurting out. "I want this. Can I have as much as I want?"
"Yes, as much as I can give. You can have it all. I _want_ you
to take it."
She laughs lightly. "I want it all, alright. I don't drink much
at a time, so you'll be with me for a long time. At least your blood
will. I want to give you the experience of giving all of yourself at once."
I'm mumbling yes and please and I love you. It comes out all in
one incomprehensible glob of words. She takes the tube and connects it
to a large bag hanging from the table.
We sit there for a long time, she holds me as I feel lighter and
lighter. I look up at her face and see the most beautiful sight in the
world: she's crying. It hurts me to see and I want her to stop it. She
smiles, ruffles my hair a bit, and kisses me gently. "Go to sleep my
darling girl, go to sleep."
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