SilverFoxBDSM
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I posted this story in this forum exactly seven years ago today. Under the name of Nmsilverfox.
The text has been revised and edited for both content and grammar.
It has always been one of my favorites.
I hope you enjoy it.
Silver
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Pain:
First appeared, 14th Century
1: to make suffer or cause distress to: HURT
2 archaic : to put (oneself) to trouble or exertion verb intransitive 1 archaic : SUFFER....
To define a word may define a world.
David sits cross legged in his "world."
A corner cell with bars for the roof and two sides. Thick mortared rock wall make up the remaining two. The floor consists of heavy wooden planks with 1/4" gaps between them for drainage. A small rug suffices as a chair and his 'bed' is a long sack of gathered leaves and grass. The bed is fairly fresh.
He was assigned to work the grounds yesterday so he was able to refill it. The walls and bars of his quarters are flawlessly well kept. There is no obnoxious odor to offend sensitive olfactories. His lavatory is in a room in the corner directly opposite from his. As this door is locked he must wait for his attendant to allow it. There is a bowl and a pitcher of water in one corner of his cell that he uses for drinking. A single red loin cloth covers the girth of his waist hips and loins. His body is kept hairless at all times. Asside from his loin cloth is only the mark. Gven to him after his third moon here. In ceremony at the time of trials end.
Thinking back, he still has no idea how he was judged or how he succeeded. The mark was placed on his outer left thigh. A rune for which he has no interpretation. It was told him that one day should he gain worth he may be told its meaning. The goings on about the place still hold much mystery. Even after so long a tenure. The span of which has left his mind.
On occasion he might hear screams from far off chambers unknown. And at other times laughter and merriment. As yet he has simply lived in his cell and worked at appointments given him. Outside his cell,his eyes always are set with blinders. With standing orders always to face forward. He failed that only once. In the beginning. The result was enough to aid him in never doing it again.
The lone distraction him is a single book. He is allowed to read one book per week. If he fails to finish it, on the 7th day he will return to find another in its place. He has learned to read quickly. At times the books will contain lessons of caliber in the arts, sciences and philosophy. Other times he may be given a piece of fiction. Dark and malevolent in its tidings. The one he has today is "A Midsummer Nights Dream" He feels that he must be smiled on for some reason as he dearly loves Shakespeare. His mind flies transported to that glade of fairies and mirth.
The clack of a key in the hall summons him coarsely from reverie. The revealed entrant is his attendant. An old woman who he only knows as Eve. She almost never speaks to him. Merely motioning with the ragged stick that she uses to help her walk. Her back, now hunched over from years of life makes her appear shorter than in past days. David tries to imagine her as a youth. He is sure men would have adored her.
She approaches the cell. Prodding her cane through the bars. Her mock rattle does little to disturb him. He knows she is a truly gentle soul and true to his habit he attempts on bended knee to kiss the cane. A swift bang to the top of his head causes her to cackle as David grimaces. This is their game. One he always looses. Her key allows the gate of his cell to swing wide.
Her bright crystal blue eyes meet his. There is a playful little girl look that age has never broken. Her finger simply calls him out. David begins to leaves the cell on his feet only to discover the cane pounding his shoulder. Though her strength is much less than his. That cane can pack a wallop. He kneels on the cold stone floor of the chamber. The delightful crone that has been his only contact finally speaks to him. She bends low and her mouth just touches his ear. Her voice is like water. She speaks two words. "It's time."
Davids heart fairly melts at the hearing. How can someone so ancient possess such extrordinary vocal control. She has the voice of a contralto diva at an opera he heard once long long ago. The little woman moves slowly about the chamber. Her manner is typical of the very old. Though she can see, she appears to nearly feel her way to a trunk against one of the walls. David has only known its place but never its contents. In the past he has used it as a bench on which he would sit and read.
Her key moves in the lock. Opening the trunk lid with what appears to be all her strength, Eve begins to rummage within. Revealing a harness of deep burgandy hide. Golden rings connect the straps to form a body fitting web. Observing it as a child would a bright bauble for a moment. She casts it across the room to the floor at his knees. Eve stomps her cane on the paving. Pointing to the harness. He removes his loin cloth, and begins to don the piece. A bit of thinking shows him its place on his flesh. There is an obvious place for his genetalia. The sole piece of metal that is not of gold. Nor is it fully formed. The ring to hold his loins in place is made of pure august copper. It is hinged at the top having no visable lock below. No key hole appears ready to unclasp it once fitted. David eyes the clasp with some measure of apprehension. This is why he did not see her move over to him and again take her cane to his back. "NOW!"
Her shout takes the man fully off guard. Things seem to be happening faster than he is accoustomed. With flustered haste he fits the harness into place and begins to close the latch. The simple fact of her cane upon his knuckles conveys very well that she does not wish it. Moving behind him, Eve this hands. Coaxing silently to lace them behind his head. Straps are placed on each wrist and carefully woven over his laced fingers. Effectively revoking his ability to separate them. The remaining straps beyond the finish knot drop down his back. Eve laces them through the neck line of the harness and his wrists are soon held fast. Returning to his view, she taps her cane against the underside of his crotch. He stands quickly knowing that she very easily might tap harder than could be healthy.
Once on both feet the tip of the cane begins to slam the floor just on the inside of each foot. Forcing him to spread. Then something strange happens. Something David never imagined in his darkest nightmare or his wildest fantasy. Eve kneels in front of him. Gently she lay down her cane and takes his member in hand. With her hands she expertly massages him to full rediness. A low chuckle comes from her obvious fun in this. Soon her ministrations have him in very deep need.
When David reveals himself with a moan. Eve quickly locks the copper ring in place. the constriction is quick and complete. The man finds his root encased in a very tight confinement. His loins will soon begin to ache and he doubts that his erection will abate soon. A sharp strike to his buttok wakens him from one dread to another. He is being herded out the chamber door without his blinders!!
The coridors are long and dimly lit. Eve drives him forward by way of pressing the tip of the cane against his bottom. Pressure on the right cheek moves him to turn right. Left cheek, left and if she wishes him to move forward she presses the tip on his anus. Even when there are no passages to turn down, She keeps pressing. He wonders how such a frail thing can keep pace especially without the aid of her cane to walk. This puzzlement keeps him busy though his journey. Eventually they stop.
Eve signifies her intention by taking the hook of the cane and catching his ankle with it. David finds himself sprawled face down on the paving. Eve raps her cane on a massive arch shaped oaken door. The door stands to the height of the coridor which is nearly 4 meters high. It is larger than any other door he has ever seen. The door, is in reality two. It severs down the center, hung to either side. The fact that it was not solid was absolutely invisible to him as were the hinges. Though by it's construction they should be seen. Again as he rises to his knees his mind is full of questions.
Lifting his eyes to view beyond the massive, now open doors. They gaze into a brightly lit hall Filled with all manner of people. A long broad table runs the course of the rooms perimiter. Bearing all manner of food and drink. Lit torches line the walls. The people are for the most part garbed. Many in fine raiment. Clothes made the like of fabric he as never seen. There are others too. Servants moving quietly about the room are all nude. Except for a lone rune on each left thigh.
The crone places the end of her cane under his chin. Drawing the cane upward. Her charge responds with good intent. David is awed by the oppulence. Massive columns support the room. Each one carved with all manner of naked human flesh. Depicting ecsatsies beyond agony.
The very air in the room seems lurid with desire. Any possible decrease in his glandular excitement from his harness to this point was utterly extinguished from the sight before him. Effecting his now very aching loins. Every eye casts upon him. They seem friendly to him but also.... Does he detect a.. certain hunger as well?
In the center of the long hall table there is a set of steps to a central dias. He now moves by her command to the the central steps. Her cane is drawn back. Lashing heavily along the back of his knees. Droping him like a stone before the first step. Quiet he stays but stress lines his face and tears waft his cheeks from the strike.
A woman quietly walks to him and nestles his head against her thigh. Consoleing him with her hands. She reaches down and smiles at him " Eat this. It's a gift" He slowly opens his mouth and takes of her blessing. A sweet piece of rum cake. He had not tasted of something so lovely since before he had been brought here. With relish he eats the cake entire. The woman kisses him and walks away.
Two men walk up and take him each by the harnessed elbow. Half dragged, half stumbling he is assended to the dias. Turned to face the crone below. His wrists and ankles are fitted with hanging cuffs.
One of the men leaves while the other lifts a flaggon to Davids lips. "Drink this, It's a gift" The man sounds curiously like Davids best friend from youth. Though he did not recognize him. He must know, yet he knows he dare not speak. Opening his mouth he accepts the drink. Smooth with the taste of peach. Sweet excitement plays on his tongue. Such flavor!! He abides not caution and quaffs the draught redily. The man withdraws the vessal. Places his hand with friendship on the back of Davids neck, kisses him and departs the dias.
David now faces Eve. His only companion over these months. A woman he had come to like after a fashion and also respect. She did not attract him but by her humor and tenacity. Her confidence and her judgement.
There is a wave of her hand. The restraints draw against his joints. The crone slowly steps forward. Each step up brings a change to the form approaching. Before his eyes her back straightens. Her cropped silver hair thickens and extends. Silver grows to yellow and then to gold. Finally settling to a deep crimson. The face smoothes and firms of itself. Shapes shift subtly on her once ancient frame. Before his eyes what was moments ago a haggard woman standing triumphantly at the end of her days. Is now on the dias. A strident woman of 40 seasons or more. She is defined in her glory and and her presence is palpable. To look upon her loveliness literally hurts. David hangs abashed with the radiance that stands before him. Her eyes. The only things that had not to him changed. Her bright playful crystal blue eyes. His love for her overcomes him and he begins to shudder. Unbidden, sobs begin to pour from him.
Eve steps to him. His body hangs suspended and racking the chains with his tears. "Weep this!" That same voice that stunned him rarely before now Served to drown him in its flood. "It is a gift." Her soft embrace soothes his sobs. She kisses him deeply and walks away. His tearfilled eyes see her move to a heretofore unseen throne. Upon which she sits in regal splendor. Eves arms her elbows on the arm rests and reaches forward to pick up a flask. She holds it high and speaks.
"Patrons and friends.. Our toy for the night has been here less than a year. He was carefully picked and watched over in preparation for this night. The full harvest moon at the begining of the year. Such light smiles on such prize Tonight he will see vistas never imagined and taste the depth of his fears. Each of you has been given a card. Upon that card is a word or phrase. Each of you will carry out upon this one the action you read. Please use decorum and courtesy. Perhaps... he will survive the night."
The attendees slowly gaze at the now revealed cards at their settings. The quiet of the hall blisters softly with the sound of a hundred envelopes opening at once. Followed by a low rumble of excited grins gasps and pleasurable affermation from each as they read.
Eve lifts her wine to her mouth and drinks. Then steps from the throne. Each of her guests follows suit and drinks each from their flask. Eve deposits her flask with a slave and removes her ragged clothes. The only final vestage of the crone that used to be. Once again mounting the dias, she places her hands upon the man now hanging there. Her warm hands adjust his body. The chains comply. They move and sway. Allowing her to shift his position and cause him to lie upon the dias. Yet, through her magic remain taut.
David spies the chain of one foot to find it trails off into vacant air. He lay flat on his back with his joints in anguish from the tension. His head she causes to rest upon a small podium. Her face soothingly shields his view from the movement around the room.
"Shhhh.!" Eve whispers. Her smile aids to the spell woven by her voice. To the man below her words are honey to be savored. "You have been trained for this in ways you do not know. You cannot fail. You can only give. The mark on your thigh has a meaning that you will discover this night. It stands for pain. Your gift to us all."
Davids own tears haze his view of her glory as patrons mount the dias in a line. Each holds an implement of steel or leather and prepares for each its decadent function. Certain of them remove their clothes. Men and women both. Though not everyone. Each to thier task and mission. To the fulfilment of the cards.
Rising to smile upon the guests she positions her moist womb above his face. Standing momentairly, Eve gazes down at her plaything. A brilliant smile crosses her face. Her eyes, hungrilly bore into him. Just before her womb closes him off from the world, her mellow tones pose a final mirthfull command. "Scream this! It is a gift!!!!"
David is decended upon by all manner of torment. The music of Eves lusty moans and those of many others begin the festivities. Syncopated by muted screams of a man.. in pain.
~Fini~
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