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Wulfchyld -> RE: Secret /s confessions: Slave Toy (5/12/2006 6:17:56 PM)
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Vancouver night stalker (submitted anonymously)
Sister CINdy Katharine was a cutie little nun and when she joined the convent the boys cried because she would be no fun. She mad her promises and kept her vows and swore to keep them forever now. Nay did she fathom and nay did she see the Vancouver stalker would soon become her cup of tea. Woes be the sisters and all girls you see… for this life of slavery will bring her to her knee. This terrible tale I give unto thee… so that it may be taken as warning for all to head. The forum god of mischief… yes that is me… posts this tell of terror anonymously. For I know the torments were awful and the torture unbearable to read, so the names were changed to protect the innocent and no the stalker is not me.
Sister CINdy Katherine, we will call her Cin for short, was a haughty and outspoken nun who vexed the mother superior often. As penance she was often set to laborious task around the mission. Her latest and greatest fiasco is one of legend, which may be disclosed in another tale, and left her as the pack mule of the mission. She would be sent at all ours to make vast purchases and made to walk to and from. This is where the Vancouver stalker first noticed her. The man who she would learn to call Master. He studied her and watched her intently and soon the mission discovered the groceries and bags at the steps but Cin was never found….
Cin awoke hanging from the ceiling by her thumbs. The cold chills of the cellar made her shudder and shiver. She chuckled, even through the fear, this wasn’t the first time that the Mother superior had done such things to her. Somehow it dawned on her… the smell was not of old books and dust… but blood. She heard the door creaking open and craned her neck to see. He was a tall, dark, and imposing man that looked like a well-groomed man. He looked into her eyes and she was sure he was a cop or maybe military.
“Ah… such a sweet toy. You are my first nun. I shall enjoy raping you immensely.” He purred.
“You will be putting your mortal soul….” She began and he slapped her hard across the face.
“It does not speak unless commanded!” He growled.
“But…” he struck her hard again. He walked to a table and brought back a dildo gag and forced into her mouth and buckled it behind her head.
“Now. You will beg me to rape you, or I shall have a biker gang ravage every orifice of your body!” He grinned evilly. He returned to the table and slid on knife fingered gloves, one for each of his hands.
“If you move, you bleed!” he cut her arm with the index finger knife to emphasize the pain her body would go through should she move.
He began slashing at her, the knives cut through the air with a swish and her clothes snagged and pulled at the blades. He ran his hands over her body feeling her form, fondling her breasts, and groping her ass. Comfortable with the luscious body hidden under the Habit he again slashed at her clothes. Watching him was too much. She closed her eyes and held her body rigid. She felt the garments fall away and the cold air kissing her flesh. She heard him walk away and looked down humiliated by her nakedness. He returned and locked a spreader bar to her ankles and put a thick leather belt around her waist. He looped rope through the rings on each side of the belt and tethered them to ceiling rings. He locked the spreader bar to the floor and slacked the rope that held her thumbs. He pushed her forward and she caught herself with her hands on the floor. He pulled the thumb rope to a ring in the floor about 6 feet in front of her and pulled it tight so she was bent over, legs strait, and arms stretched out. She began to cry in her degraded posture. He walked behind her and groped her ass and slid his hand to her pussy. She began to scream against the gag.
“You prefer I bring a gang in here to deflower you and violate you body in every way?” He asked cruelly. She violently shook her head no and the hood of her habit fell to each side of her face, and she realized she was naked save her shoes, hose, hood, and belt cross. Again she wept in her degradation.
He spanked her with his hand reddening her ass and then spanked her breasts drawing the blood close to the surface. She began to cry and sweat from the pain then bright flashes of light blinded her. She could see the instant photo’s dropping to the floor. He laid them out in front of her and she watched in horror as her state of degradation was immortalized in the photos.
“I send these care of Mother Superior, correct?” He crooned venomously. Again she violently shook her head no.
“If you do not obey me and please me today I will send these to the Mother Superior, the bishop and the newspapers. I will attach a note that this is common play for you and I and then release you to the Mission.” His wicked laughter filled the air, as she violently shook her head no.
“Are you saying no you wont please me?” he queried. Again she shook her head no. “If you wish to please me nod yes. She reluctantly shook her head yes.
He pulled the hood over her eyes and she could feel the warmth of intense light bath her body. She could hear him moving around the room. Moving objects about and other things she could not identify. After an hour she felt the gag unbuckle and he tossed it to the table. He pushed back the hood and she blinked back the stark bright light. As her eyes adjusted she could make it tiny red lights just beyond the flood off intense light. There was a television in front of her and he stepped to it and started a tape.
“Watch and learn. His can save you from horrors beyond your comprehension.” He smiled and walked away.
She watched the tape and seen over and over again women bound in the same place and in the same captive binding she was in. With each woman he did things to her and she understood those things he would do to her. A few of the women, it appeared, did not please him and the bikers came in. They were big burly men and scary by all accounts. She watched them rape the woman, using every orifice in their bodies for their twisted pleasure. Shame and revolution filled her. As she watched the bikers ravage a young woman, she became wet. She prayed for forgiveness and pleaded the heavens for mercy. Never before had she felt lust, and now it burned like hot lava pouring out of her body betraying her chastity. She watched the tape, every time she closed her eyes or turned away the flogger would bite into her ass with an agonizing SMACK! At last the tape finished and he turned it off. Her juices dribbled down her thighs and again her painful humiliation stuck in her heart lick and icy dagger.
To be cont…
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