{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"1f22154f-caf7-4d81-b2d7-1add8a4950b6","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2023-03-21T08:55:11.09Z","title":"Weekend Trip to the Inscrutable","slug":"weekend-trip-to-the-inscrutable","shortId":"FwHwBFAj","authorNote":"Disclaimer: This story contains strong racial language, rapeplay and misogyny as a kink. If you are uncomfortable with that please don’t continue. Obviously, I also don’t encourage to do anything CNC and not SSC in real life.","disclaimer":"Not to be reproduced without permission.","type":"Novella","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"A woman willingly submits herself to two days of torture and sexual abuse.","partCount":12,"parts":[{"partId":"e877ee16-8c75-48d3-85e6-0960fde64e1b","title":"42","summary":"The\nlandscape is passing by the window. Cows on pastures, dense forests, patches of\nsnow on the retr","wordCount":952,"readTime":5,"number":1,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"d7983038-4c01-44f9-8741-d856f58fd77e","title":"41","summary":"I spot Andy\nunder a light of the platform roof as the train pulls into the station. He’s a\ntall and ","wordCount":2754,"readTime":14,"number":2,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"b1aa6630-62a9-4266-8d33-88a2527963da","title":"39","summary":"Inside the\nvan it’s a bit warmer than outside but not much. I’m cold. The warm drool that\ndrops onto","wordCount":2324,"readTime":12,"number":3,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"a4203ae7-8d53-450d-9619-da31507fc063","title":"38","summary":"»I will\ndestroy those useless tits, niggerholes!«Pleasure\nseeking. Pain avoidance. Energy conservati","wordCount":2808,"readTime":14,"number":4,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"abb34c43-27e4-44e6-85d1-1e9de4d24607","title":"36","summary":"I don’t cry\nbecause of the pain. Or more precisely, I don’t cry only because of the\npain. Goddammit,","wordCount":2027,"readTime":10,"number":5,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"7f8ba2df-d734-4b0c-8f44-1142e9d4cb44","title":"35.5","summary":"Bent\nforward and with my hands tied behind my back, I can only take small steps. But\nAndy drags me a","wordCount":1871,"readTime":9,"number":6,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"cdde745a-3ecf-4d0e-bf8b-95f82620bdf5","title":"35","summary":"Andy\ndetaches the snap hook, grabs me under the armpits, lifts me up and sits me\nonto the box, effor","wordCount":2959,"readTime":15,"number":7,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"47f6064c-3b17-43ba-aee7-08acee311f93","title":"34","summary":"»Let's put\nthe dirty traitor behind bars.«I'm still\nfar from recovering from my breakdown. The sobbi","wordCount":2654,"readTime":13,"number":8,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"1585c27d-0d3e-453c-bd09-f7816bbbd823","title":"Interlude","summary":"Andy M.\nToday at 20:28 <> Next. I’ve read the new chapters of the account of your\nfirst weeken","wordCount":245,"readTime":1,"number":9,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"6ad92990-497d-4fef-8e6f-6b78ce258ebb","title":"33","summary":"»Let me\nremove those right away. You’ll be able to breathe easier.«The blonde\ngirl removes the tight","wordCount":1478,"readTime":7,"number":10,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"6fb044e6-c6fa-443e-8135-3462de2952ac","title":"29","summary":"How long\nhas it been? One hour? Two hours? Three hours maybe? After she had tied me up,\nthe blonde g","wordCount":1428,"readTime":7,"number":11,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"2b29b62e-20e7-42d8-8700-a1eaffabd365","title":"28","summary":"»Night is\nalways darkest before the dawn. The hard times will pass. Just a few more\nminutes. Just on","wordCount":2553,"readTime":13,"number":12,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"42","content":"

The\nlandscape is passing by the window. Cows on pastures, dense forests, patches of\nsnow on the retreat, and in the distance the outline of some high mountains of\nthe Alps starts to tower about the scenery. While I look through the window of\nthe local train barely anything registers in my mind. The train runs too slow\nand too fast at the same time. I rock back and forth on the seat nervously. I\nfeel the other passengers are stealing glances at me. But I’m a woman of color\namong a white population and I always feel the sensation of being watched.

They should\ntake a good look at me. Because I’m about to do something preposterous to\ncommon sense. I’m handing myself over to a man I barely know as an object of\ntorture for two days, without limitations, safeword, or chance to cut my ordeal\nshort. The moment I submit to that plan, my torturer will make sure that I will\nbe forced to stick it through. No matter how much I beg and scream and cry. That’s\nwhat we have agreed on. »You will be treated as torture meat and nothing else«,\nhe had written. I know he is the kind of man who keeps his word.

The word »torture«\nechoes through my mind and causes ripples through my body down to my already leaking\npussy. I’m not naïve. I have experienced severe pain and abuse many times. I\nknow that I’m embarking on one of the most challenging journeys possible.\nTorture can destroy a victim’s sense of agency and even the sense of self. It\ncan break a person. I shudder as these thoughts are repeated again and again\nand again. They are not a deterrent; they are a wonderful promise. Maybe I’m\nnot sane. I let my gaze wander over the people in the train and wonder how many\nof them would laugh at the last sentence if they knew my plan. »Maybe not sane?\nThis is sheer madness!«

To be\nhonest, »without limitations« is not entirely true. There are some limitations,\nfor practical reasons, but they restrict the possibilities drastically,\nnevertheless. I need to be able to go back to a »normal« life three days from\nnow. That implies no permanent damage, no marks in areas that couldn’t be\ncovered up easily. However, I hope these limitations will prove as toothless as\nreasonable possible. Nothing about this plan is »safe«. How could you tame a\ndragon when the whole point is to unleash it with all its might? »If in doubt\nrather take a risk than holding back«, I wrote when we discussed the plan. I\nwant to meet the overpowering, fire-spitting, raving mad dragon with the power\nto annihilate me. I’m not sane. But that’s what I want.

I look at\nmy watch. 5:40pm. It’s Thursday, and we have agreed I will have Sunday to\nrecover before having to get back to work on Monday. My train back home is\nscheduled for Saturday, shortly after noon. It’s not even a whole two days. It’s\nabout 42 hours. But I know that even a short while of severe pain feels like an\neternity. With every minute passing I’m getting more terrified. What if I had bitten\noff more than I could chew? I guess I’m about to find out. I’m also getting\nmore excited with every passing minute. I pull myself together, get up from my\nseat, and grab my bag. There's no turning back now. It’s time to surrender to\nthe bloodthirsty dragon.

My\nprospective torturer, who is going to unleash that mystical creature on me, is\nactually called Andy. Andy gave me a set of instructions on how I’m supposed to\nbe dressed when he picks me up. I close the door of the train’s restroom behind\nme and look for a reasonably clean spot to put down my bag. It’s surely not an\ninviting changing room. I open the zipper of the front pouch, take out the pair\nof heavy Japanese nipples clamps, connected by an equally heavy chain, and put\nit next to washbasin. I feel my nipples getting hard.

»Jeans, no\npanties.« That was easy as it was what I was wearing since I had left my apartment.\n»Simple black pumps.« I sigh and sit on the toilet as I bend down to undo the\nshoelaces of my ankle boots. I reluctantly take off the colorful woolen socks\ntoo before I slip into the pumps. I freeze quite easily, especially at my feet.\nThose pumps are surely not what I would have chosen for a cold afternoon in February.\nBut considering the plan for the weekend making a fuzz about footwear is surely\nmisplaced. I shrug and take off the other boot and sock. »Topless under a\nwinter jacket.« I stand up and start to unbutton my jacket. I’m shivering but\nnot from the cold. It starts to get real now. I peel off the cozy sweater, the\nt-shirt, the undershirt. My gaze meets the topless women in cold neon light\nthat’s reflected by the mirror. I’m such a depraved slut.

»Japanese\nnipple clamps, connected by a chain.« The chain rattles quietly, but derisively\nas I pick up the set of clamps. »Your last moment without pain for a long time«,\nthey giggle. »Oh, shut up!«, I scold my overexcited imagination. I open and\nclose the clamps a few times. The necessary force is not huge, but I know what they\ncan do. The little plastic nubs at the tip of these clamps have four nasty spikes\neach. I take a deep breath and push one clamp open. I position its little jaws\nto the left and the right of my erect nipple. They bite down on the sensitive\nflesh enthusiastically. The woman in the mirror winces. »What a whiny wuss!« I’m\nhere to be tortured for fucks sake! I open the second clamp and let it snap\nshut. Now the woman in the mirror gasps and pulls a face. Better. At least a\ndecent start. I put the jacket back on while the chain dangles from my hurting\nnipples.

\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

The torture\nmeat is ready for the handover.

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