{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"0148a851-573c-4a6e-8c46-09203fa339cc","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2019-02-23T13:41:42.33Z","title":"The Fear - A Vignette","slug":"the-fear-a-vignette","shortId":"fpFP8OBZ","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"A short vignette about a woman who is kidnapped to be a torture victim.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"d6991b14-8c1d-480d-909f-0e1bb12c908f","title":null,"summary":"I\ndon’t know where I am, except that I am naked on some dungeon\ntable, my tits and cunt on display.\n","wordCount":1708,"readTime":9,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

I\ndon’t know where I am, except that I am naked on some dungeon\ntable, my tits and cunt on display.

The\nlast thing that I remember was being abducted late at night, on the\ncountry road where nobody lives, and where nobody goes after dark. I\nwas there, alone, just as I had agreed with the website. I had been\ntold to be there at one o’clock in the morning, holding an\numbrella, and they would collect me, and deliver me to the dungeon of\nthe cruellest mistress in the world.

A\nblack van pulled up beside me. Two women all dressed in black jumped\nout of the van. They had black woollen balaclavas disguising their\nfeatures. one of the grabbed me from behind – not that I did\nanything to resist – while the other held a rag covered in\nchloroform over my face. The next thing that I knew I was waking up\non this table.

I\ndon’t know what time it is. I don’t know what day it is. I don’t\nknow what town I’m in. For all that I know they have smuggled me\nout of the country. The only thing which I know is that I am at the\nmercy of a lesbian sadist who I have never met, for a No Limits\nsession. She has carte blanche to do anything that she wants to my\ndefenceless body. I’m terrified. I’m horny.

There\nare actually real wooden torches burning in metal holders on the\nwalls of this chamber. They aren’t the only heating in this place.\nI can also see a brazier with some coals in one corner of this large\nstone chamber. Despite the brazier this place is cold, and my skin\nhas goose pimples covering it. Or maybe it is the fear. I’m scared.\nI have effectively delivered myself up to somebody who might be a\npsychopath for all that I know. She is certainly going to torture me.\nBut for all I know she might mutilate me. As nobody in the world\nknows where I am there is nothing to stop her from killing me. God, I\nwish that I could touch myself, and that my hands weren’t bound to\nthe table above my head. But I am spread-eagled on the table.

Is\nshe going to use the irons in heating up in the brazier on my\ndefenceless body? There would not be anything which I could do to\nstop her if she chose to do that. I imagine a branding iron, with the\nend of the metal glowing orange. What would it feel like to have\nsomething so hot grazing my skin? I know that it would be\nexcruciating. I know that it would be more than I would be able to\nbear.

Every\ndungeon needs a brazier with irons glowing inside it. Even if they\nare never used you need the threat that they might be. I’m\nterrified that they will be. Are you going to mutilate me with\nbranding irons? Are you going to brand me all over my body? Press\nirons into my soft and defenceless breasts, listening to them sizzle?\nYou would wake me back up should I faint, of course, so that I would\nbe able to appreciate it when you press more irons into my\ndefenceless flesh, working your way down my body until you come to my\ncunt. It is getting wet at the thought. But not wet enough to put out\na red hot poker.

By\nturning my head from one side of the dungeon I can see the rest of\nthe equipment in this dungeon. There is an iron maiden. It has been\nleft open so that I can see some of the rusty iron spikes inside it.\nThey are stained with what looks like dried blood. But I’m almost\ncertain that the iron maiden is really just for show. People don’t\nreally use things like that. Do they?

There\nis a rack, with a metal windlass at one end. I imagine what it would\nbe like to be chained down on that rack, like some victim during the\ntime of the Inquisition, and to slowly have my limbs pulled out of\ntheir sockets.

I\ncan see a cage with rats inside it. I don’t like rats, and I’m\nscared that they are going to be used in my torture. Nobody would\nkeep pets in their dungeon, would they? Once, years ago, I read a\nbook called Kinflicks\nby Lisa Alther. In that book one of the characters had a pornographic\nposter on his wall. I remember that, on that poster, there was a\nwoman whose breasts were being attacked by rats. I fear that the rats\nwill be used on me in a similar manner. I find the idea of rats\ngnawing away at my defenceless breasts to be terrifying. And erotic.

If\nshe has rats she might have other creatures. I have read stories, on\nthe internet, of women who had their labia held open so that ants\ncould go inside and bite. Reading stories like that make me wet. I\nhave always wondered if I could stand that sort of pain. But now I\nmay be about to find out.

There\nis a standing X-frame. I think there is some clause somewhere stating\nthat every dungeon has to have an X-frame. I can see that the\nshackles at the four corners of the frame have metal shackles. I\nimagine myself chained facing the X-frame, while this (as yet) unseen\nmistress plies a bullwhip all over my back, the leather drawing red\nlines all over my skin. I imagine that she will whip me until the\nblood is leaking from a hundred thin cuts.

Or\nperhaps she will chain me the other way around, with my back to the\nframe. Then it will be my front which will come in for punishment. My\nbreasts. The only point in chaining somebody like that is if you are\ngoing to whip their breasts. I imagine that she will start off with a\ncat o’ nine tails of supple leather – something painful, but not\ntoo severe. The she would use a thin lash of rubber wrapped around a\nstrand of wire.

There\nis a gynaecological chair. It has strapping along the leg sections. I\nimagine being tied into it, and my legs forced out so wide that it\nfeels almost as though my hips are being dislocated; spread so wide\nmy cunt would be utterly defenceless to anything which this mistress\nwanted to do. She could insert things deep inside me, my vagina\nspread by a speculum.

I\ncan see the whips hanging from the wall. There is a bullwhip, and\nthat cat o’ nine tails. There is also a wooden paddle, with tiny\nneedles coming out of the wood, so that if it was brought down on a\npair of buttocks the needles would pierce the flesh. There are over a\ndozen whips in total.

Near\nto where I am there is a small table with an electrical torture\nmachine on it. Its dials are lit up, so I know that it must be turned\non at the wall. I fear that she intends to use it on me. She will\nattach sharp crocodile clamps to my defenceless labia. Then she will\nrun a current through them. I understand that it is amps which are\nreally dangerous, and that you can use a lot of volts without killing\na person. How many volts can that machine give out? Enough to put me\ninto agony. Not enough to kill me.

I\nclose my eyes, imagining that I am in some South American torture\nroom, just like in a lot of stories that I have read. I am going to\nbe tortured for information, the electricity shocking my cunt. I will\ntell everything that I know. But that is not enough for my torturers.\nThey then torture me for pleasure, not caring that I have said\neverything that I can. A big, bulbous probe will be forced into my\nanus, and a long, thin one will be introduced into my urethra. Then\nthe torture will continue, over and over, until I am almost out of my\nmind. The thought fills me with terror. The thought makes me wet. I’m\nsure that juices must be running down out of my cunt onto the table.

There\nis another table to the other side of me. There is a box with a lot\nof long needles in there. I have always been scared of needles. I\nhave not even had my ears pierced because of that. But it looks like\nshe does not intend to pierce me once, but dozens of times. I bet\nthat she will start with my breasts, turning them into pincushions,\nslowly working her way inwards until she drives a needle down through\nthe centre of each nipple. Then she will begin putting needles into\nmy pubic mound, working her way to my defenceless labia. I wonder\nwhat it will feel like when she thrusts a needle down the length of\nmy erect clit?

There\nare other items on that table: pliers and scalpels and the like. I\nshudder to think what she intends to do with them.

It\nis then that the mistress enters the dungeon. She is tall, but the\nstiletto heeled boots she is wearing adds a good four inches to her\nheight, making her well over six feet tall. The boots are shiny black\nleather, and they go all of the way to her upper thighs. There are\nstuds running along the front of the boots, from the top down to the\ntoes. The studs look sharp.

She\nhas a tight leather corset around her waist, constricting it. It\ngives her an hourglass figure, and causes her hips to sway as she\nwalks towards me. She looks like sex on legs.

Her\nskin is so pale that she looks almost like an albino. It is clear\nthat this mistress is no sun-lover. Perhaps she spends all of her\ntime in this dungeon. Her skin contrasts with the black leather of\nher costume. \n

Her\ncunt is bare and hairless. She has a series of piercings in her\nlabia, gold rings running down either side. Her breasts are bare, and\nlarger than mine. There is a gold ring through each nipple.

I\ncan’t see her face. She is wearing a black leather hood. The hood\ncovers the entirety of her head, hiding her features. There are slits\nfor her eyes and her mouth, and a couple of nostril holes.

She\nadvances towards me. The heels of her boots click on the stone floors\nof the dungeon. She stands next to the table.

“You\nare going to suffer such agonies as no one has ever suffered before.”\nshe says, huskily. She picks up a pair of pliers and stands at the\nfoot of the table, between my widespread legs. As the pliers close\nover my defenceless clit I cum as never before…

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