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Duckie256 -> Fantasy 3 (8/7/2010 7:27:18 AM)
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After a long night you are passed out in a dreamy bliss. Your memories of the process that created the aches and bruises on various parts of you have left you smiling, even while you sleep.
Unbeknownst to you, I've been busy while you rest.
You awake, sleeping on your four-poster bed, the shades drawn closed, but oddly, it wasn't your alarm that woke you. Bird sounds, and there is a breeze slowly shifting your shades. "What's going on?" You're confused, but not afraid.
You peek out of the shades, and find yourself on a precipice, high above a sea-green lake, what appears to be hundreds of feet up. In fright, you lunge backward to the 'safety' of your bed. Where are you? What's going on now? You have no choice, you peek out of the opposite side of the bed, and what?!? You're on a different precipice, and there is a waterfall directly below you, violent rapids racing below. You take a chance, and look out one of the new sides ... again, the same precipice, but now you can see the merging of the waterfall and the bare rock. "The last side must be the safe way out!" You got here somehow. You spread those shades confidently and lean out to surprise me, because I must be there; I wouldn't leave you so unprotected this way! The shades part, and your balance is off just enough that you tumble forward ... towards an empty lake at the bottom ... you're on a spire! You see the water rushing towards you, and in shock, you pass out.
You wake up after water is splashed on your face and body. You are blindfolded, your hands and feet tied apart. You feel the wind teasing your body everywhere, and you don't feel covered. A long, whip-like object with some kind of spikes on it, snakes across your chest, and you feel some of the spikes embed themselves in your skin. You cry out, and are slapped for your trouble.
"Keep that fat mouth shut, you greedy whore! You deserve anything I give you, and you will be bleeding from your pores before I fuck your body into a withering heap, then leave you here to bleed out!"
You don't recognize the voice ... deep, gruff, obviously pissed off. He starts beating you with the switches, for now there are two of them, and he is swinging them ever wilder, criss-crossing them across your chest, stomach, thighs, occasionally catching your pubis with a thorn - the blood is pouring down your body liberally, in great rivulets, certainly pooling on the ground below you. You can even feel it dripping off your toes! You are heaving great big sobs and breaths, crying out with every slash, every thorn that catches you, the pain so sharp, instant, and repetitive. Suddenly he stops, and you feel him walk around behind you, the wind from his passage brushing over you, causing some of the thorns to sway in the wind, causing you to cry out yet again!
You felt him move, but there's no noise now - your sobs and sniffles, are the only sounds you hear. Suddenly, you feel the blindfold cut away, heavy breathing, a short grunt, then nothing. You try to turn your head to look, but even the barest glimpse in your peripheral vision reveals nothing. You're tied up, your nose is stopped up now, so all you have available is your sense of hearing and sight. Where did he go? You strain to hear the smallest sound, the barest whisper, even the crunch of a twig or the rustle of a leaf... Nothing. Nothing at all. What's going on??
It is getting dark now. You slowly watch the sunlight die, as the shadows grow longer and longer. You have yelled out for someone, anyone, to come help you out of this; but still you hear nothing. The wind whistles through the trees, but there are no animal sounds, no birdsong, nothing. It's as if the animals have all fled this place. It almost feels dead.
The sunlight is dipping almost to the horizon now, and the leaves around you turn a sinister sharpness, as if accidentally brushing them would cut you deeply. There are no bugs either...why are there no bugs? What is this place? The sun is gone now, not even the faint sunset light reaches you here; and still not a sound reaches you. Nothing in the distance, no rustling, scuttling, or breathing.
What the fuck is going on?!? You're starting to get pissed off. "Get me the fuck out of here, you fucking asshole! I am gonna sue your ass for this! You'll never see the light of day again!" Still...nothing. No response. Did he leave? Oh shit, did he leave me here???? Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. What if he leaves me here...what if I die? I'd rather him here beating me, instead of this awful loneliness. I need some kind of noise, I need something, I have to have something!! Anything! "Can anyone hear me? Help!! I don't want to die, I don't want to die alone, please, somebody, anybody, please, can you hear me, help me please.......I don't want to die alone..." You begin to sob again, quieter, softly, fear and dread beginning to take a greater hold on your mind.
The lack of any sound is horrible, demeaning, blasphemous even, you've never had to deal with being alone like this! "Why can't anyone hear me???" *sob* "I don't want to diiiiiieee" *sob* "I don' wanna die, please, please, please, PLEASE, PLEASE, OH GOD, PLEASE, I DON'T WANNA DIE, PLEASE LET THERE BE SOMEONE THERE, PLEASE OH PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!! I don't wanna die alone....."
Your sobs are gone, the pain in your wrists and ankles lessened, you're just quiet now. There is still no sound, except your own breathing, your breasts heaving, your body worn out. You start to sag in the ropes, giving your full weight, as the realization of your end is in your mind. Why have you been left to die? What was your crime? Why have I forsaken you?
Suddenly, from out of the bushes you hear a twig snap! *CRACK*
You're not alone! He's coming back to finish me! "HEY YOU FUCKING BASTARD! GET ME OUT OF THIS!" You start struggling in your bonds.
A flashlight flicks on, aimed directly at your face, and after so long in the dark, you are blinded, you can't see, and it hurts, the light, the painful light, you cry out and try to shy away.
*SMACK* Your face is struck from the heavy-handed slap, then again, from the other side, and again, and again. Your hair is yanked back hard, painfully, you whimper in surprise and anguish. You feel something tied into your hair, and the hand releases...but your head is still stuck, angled back, looking towards the sky.
Something hard with biting teeth attaches to each of your nipples, and hangs off them. Delirious with confusion, pain, anger, despair, and tragedy, you are unable to do much more than moan. You feel many somethings pierce your skin, sharp, flexible, tiny...needles! You've haven't felt needles in a long time. Why now? They are inserted in what feels like random areas all over your body, slid in, out, and in again, then twisted, and dug in so the skin pulls. You started counting when the first few went in, but you lost count after 30 or so.
You feel like a pincushion - stuck in so many places, thighs, labia, breasts, back, stomach, arms, even your feet? Is there no limit?
You are defeated. You have gone through pain, anger, despair, shock, fear, dread, surprise, and now, at last, you are numb. It's too much, too many sensations all at once, too many different stimuli. You're on overload...and you pass out.
You wake up, in your bed, but your pussy and ass feel raw, and slightly wet. You've been raped while you were unconcious and pushed beyond your limits! Your jaw hurts too...were you face fucked too? There's a slightly salty taste on your tongue, and the scent of sex lingers on you.
You try to roll out of bed like usual, and end up face down on the floor. *Oof* Ok, legs don't work...let's try that again. You struggle to stand up, and your feet are tender, the bottoms feel almost raw. Raising one foot...Holy shit! They ARE raw! On your tiptoes with your legs locked, you awkwardly hobble to the bathroom, sitting down hard on the toilet seat with relief...except for your ass.
Such an ordeal you've been through. Your mind still reeling from the experiences, and all these remnants of them, the knowledge that you surpassed your previous limits, unwillingly, but still, you are alive.
And really wet...and horny...and your nipples have never felt this hard...maybe just a little masturbation before returning to the world today. *giggle*
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