{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"9ab31b8e-d341-422c-8d1e-e492cc608a16","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2024-05-22T11:50:41.382Z","title":"The Waxwork Museum","slug":"the-waxwork-museum","shortId":"xuJZtkiB","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"A woman shelters from the rain in a waxworks, only to have the waxworks come alive. Nasty.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"8eea027f-8f8b-4ccc-9b8b-64e4f0b76b94","title":null,"summary":"\nThe Waxwork Museum\n\n\nNote: this story is inspired\nby such tales as the Wax Dungeon, by Anagram, and","wordCount":2054,"readTime":10,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

\nThe Waxwork Museum

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\nNote: this story is inspired\nby such tales as the Wax Dungeon, by Anagram, and films like Waxwork.\nI have tried not to copy those, but to do my own take on this trope

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\nThe Waxwork Museum

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\nIt was almost closing time\nwhen Erin saw the waxwork museum. That was just like the\nscatterbrained young woman, later for everything. Her mother had told\nher, more than once, that she would be late for her own funeral. \n

\n\tThe museum was on a back\nstreet of London, and it was not much to look at, with a very thin\nfrontage. Erin must have walked past it a dozen times in the past\nwithout ever noticing it before. She only decided to go in because it\nwas starting to rain. \n

\n\tThere was a creepy old guy at\nthe entrance, beginning to close the door. He looked to be seventy\nyears old if he was a day. \n

\n\t“Excuse me, miss, I’m\nabout to lock up.” he said. \n

\n\t“Go on, let me in, there’s\nmy payment.” Erin said, as she pulled down her red lycra boob tube\nto reveal her breasts. She laughed, pulled her top back up, and ran\npast the man, into the exhibition. \n

\n\t“I wouldn’t be in here\nafter dark.” the old guy said. “Bad things happen.” But Erin\nwas already out of earshot. She didn’t hear what he had said. Nor\ndid she see him step outside the front door, lock it, pull down the\nmetal shutter, lock that and walk away.

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\nErin wished that she had\nthought to go out with a coat – or an umbrella. Then she wouldn’t\nhave had to go into a dingy wax museum to avoid the rain. She was\nwearing her red lycra boob tube, black spandex leggings, and red\nhigh-heeled shoes. And that was it. She rarely bothered with\nunderwear. She liked freedom, and she liked to show off her body. In\nfact she got a thrill out of revealing herself, like popping out her\nboobs to that freak at the door. She bet that would give the perv\nfantasies for ages. \n

\n\tShe was in some room of\npolitical leaders from throughout history. The room was dirty,\nthough, with cobwebs hanging hear and there. It looked like it was\nnever cleaned. A little light was provided by a bare 40 watt bulb\nhanging from the ceiling. A litter more filtered through a very dirty\nwindow, high up on one wall. Erin could see raindrops smashing into\nthe pane of the window. If she went out she was going to get soaked\nto the skin. so it looked like she was in here for the duration. The\nold guy would forgive having to stay to let her out if she bent over,\npulled down her leggings, and gave him a flash of her shaven pussy.\nShe laughed at the idea of doing that. Until then, she supposed,\nshe’d better enjoy the place, however bad it was. Madam Tussaud’s\nit was not.

\n\tShe looked at the first\nexhibit. There was a little red rope keeping people back from the wax\nfigures. The figure was of a young man in a toga. There was a sign at\neach exhibit, explaining who the waxwork was supposed to be. This one\nread: \n

\n\t“Caligula, third Roman\nEmperor, ruled 37 to 41 AD. His name meant little boots, and he is\nmore properly called Gaius. His reign was one of corruption and\nbrutality, and he was alleged to have had illicit relations with his\nsisters.”

\n\tThe other waxworks in this\nroom were Ivan the Terrible, Vlad the Impaler, Robespierre, Benito\nMussolini, Adolf Hitler and Stalin. None of them were known for being\nvery nice people, and that was reflected in their descriptions. The\ndisplays hammered home how nasty they had been: Vlad’s display had\na waxwork of a man being impaled on a wooden stake, the stake going\nthrough his anus, and out of his mouth. Robespierre’s display had a\nguillotine next to him, with some noblewoman in it. But there were\ntwo wholes, and they didn’t contain her head, but her breasts. It\nwas explained, in the text, that sometimes noble women’s breasts\nwere cut off. It was gruesome, and Erin didn’t think that it was\ntrue. \n

\n\tShe carried on through a room\nof Biblical characters (Jezebel, Judas and so on); through a room of\nmystics (Rasputin and other weirdoes) and into a room which said\nChamber of Horrors. She paused before going in, as what she had seen\nso far was horrific enough. But she could still hear the rain, and\nshe did not want to get wet. She pushed open the door and went in.

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\nThis was by far the biggest\nroom in the Waxwork Museum. It did feature some people out of history\n– the Marquis de Sade, Elizabeth Bathory, Josef Mengele, Jack the\nRipper and others – but most of the room was given over to\ndescriptions of torture equipment, and displays – far too realistic\n– of waxworks being tortured. \n

\n\tThe bastinado showed a\nwaxwork of a naked woman with her feet in stocks, her wax face a\nrictus of agony. There was a waxwork of an ugly, hunchbacked torturer\nwith a raised wooden rod. There were red marks covering the soles of\nthe woman’s feet. \n

\n\tThe next display was the\nSpanish horse, a long sort of wooden structure whose sides rose to a\nsharp edge. There was a naked waxwork figure of a woman on this\nSpanish horse. Her hands had been roped behind her back, wrist to\nelbow, elbow to wrist. There were heavy weights hanging from her\nankles, ensuring that she could not get up. The waxwork was very\nrealistic. Her waxen labia had been spread out, pulled to the sides\nof the Spanish horse, where nails had been hammered through. Erin\ncould even see a tiny wax clit, pressing against the sharp wooden\nedge.

\n\tThen there was a wooden rack,\na naked woman stretched out, her face contorted in agony as her\njoints were slowly ripped out of their sockets. A leather clad male\ntorturer was holding a realistic looking branding iron, its red\npained end threatening to touch the victim’s nipples. It seemed to\nErin that the people being tortured were always women, and the people\ndoing the tortures were always men. She noticed that the torturer’s\npenis was protruding from his leather leggings, and was erect. It was\nalso far too big. With an expression of disgust she moved on to the\nnext exhibit.

\n\tThe next one showed a woman\nbeing whipped. She had been crucified upside down, nails through her\nfeet and palms. Her legs, attached to the crosspiece, were widely\nspread. A Roman soldier was using a scourge on her cunt. Red blood\nhad been painted trickling down her naked stomach from a cunt which\nwas now an open wound.

\n\tThere were more exhibits: a\nNazi interrogator holding a burning cigarette to the clitoris of a\nwoman in the French resistance; a CIA guy waterboarding an Arab girl\nin some black site; a horrific waxwork of a woman having her breasts\nskinned in some dungeon, the skin slowly peeled back to reveal the\nred flesh underneath; a naked woman tied to a pole, a garrotte slowly\nbeing tightened around her neck by some laughing woman in leather,\nthe victim’s eyes bulging; a Chinese woman arcing her body, the\nends of electrodes visible in her cunt and anus; an iron maiden\nslowly being closed on a screaming victim, the sharp spikes skewering\nher breasts and threatening her eyes; and many more. It was a true\nchamber of horrors. And Erin had seen enough. If she stayed in the\nroom any longer she was going to throw up. She had to get out of\nhere, even if she did get soaked to the skin. \n

\n\tShe ran back through the\nexhibits, not noticing the head of the waxwork of Elizabeth Bathory\nturn as she passed. Erin did not notice that it was now dark outside.

\n\tErin ran to the entrance. It\nwas closed. Through the glass of the front door she could see that\nthe metal shutter was down Fuck! What was she going to do?

\n\tShe got her smartphone out of\nher handbag. No signal. Double fuck! There had to be some back way\nout. It had to be back through the exhibits, back past the chamber of\nhorrors. Well, it was only wax, she told herself. She had nothing to\nfear, no matter how disgusting the exhibits might be. \n

\n\tShe went back through the\nroom of evil political leaders from history. Caligula watched as she\nentered the next room. He smiled, pushed aside the red rope, and\nfollowed her, his flesh no longer wax, but as warm and human as that\nof Erin. This was going to be fun!

\n\tErin rushed through the next\nchamber, and then into the Chamber of Horrors. There she stopped. She\ncould hear the anguished screams of tortured women. She told herself\nthat the sounds had to be recorded. But, as she looked at the\nexhibits, she knew that they were not. In the bastinado exhibit she\nshould see the hunchback actually hitting the soles of the woman’s\nfeet, the feet flexing in pain, and new marks appearing. There was a\nscream from the wooden rack, as the glowing branding iron finally\ntouched the areola of the woman, leaving a very nasty burn as it was\nremoved, and the stink of burning human flesh. It was real blood now\nflowing out of the cunt of the woman crucified upside down as the\nRoman soldier swung the brutal scourge to mutilate her pubic region\neven more. How could this be? It was impossible!

\n\tThen Erin suddenly felt hands\ngrabbing her arms: the Marquis de Sade was one side, Caligula the\nnext, while the pale hands of Elizabeth Bathory grabbed Erin by the\nthroat. \n

\n\t“Well, well, well, what do\nwe have, but a mortal intruder?” Elizabeth Bathory said, in a sweet\nbut evil voice. “And what shall we do with his foolish girl? I\nsuggest that we string her up, and use a hooked whip on the breasts\nand cunt, so that I can bathe in her blood as it gushes out of her\nbody.”

\n\t“Ah, but then our fun would\nbe over far too quickly.” Caligula said, as her leered at her. “We\nhave all night.”

\n\t“Or perhaps longer.” the\nMarquis de Sade said. “But my Roman friend is correct, Elizabeth.\nWe should make her last as long as possible. Have you not read my 120\nDays in Sodom, and all the various methods of torture I described?\nAnd humanity has advanced since then. Think of all the possibilities\nwhich electricity has given us. We can give her pain in its purest\nform. No, I suggest that we end with your suggestion, dearest\ncountess.”

\n\t“Please, let me go.” Erin\nsaid. She struggled, but their grip was like iron.

\n\t“As long as I get to bathe\nin her blood.” the Bloody Countess said. “My skin needs to feel\nits youth-giving properties. It has been far too long.” \n

\n\t“I want to see her body.”\nCaligula said, as he licked one of Erin’s ears, something which she\nfound very creepy. “Countess, perhaps you can do the honours, while\nthe Marquis and I hold her?” \n

\n\t“With pleasure.” Countess\nBathory said. Her sharp fingernails dug into Erin’s boob tube. With\nbut one pull it was split into two. Erin’s shoes were pulled off.\nHer leggings, too, were shredded by fingernails as sharp as knives.\nErin was left nude, held by the waxworks come to life. Both the\nEmperor and the Marquis leered at Erin, with undisguised, sadistic\nlust.

\n\t“Now, let me dispose of\nthese rags.” the countess said, taking them and throwing them on a\nbrazier, where they burned and melted. \n

\n\t“Now let’s begin.” the\nMarquis de Sade said. So began the longest and most painful night of\nErin’s short life. She was, at times, shocked by electricity, a\nmetal probe in cunt and arse; she was raped by the Marquis and\nCaligula at the same time, in her tortured cunt and arsehole; she had\nred hot needles forced under her fingernails, and into her pussy\nmound and breasts; her limbs were dislocated on the rack; branding\nirons permanently ruined the former beauty of her breasts;\nthumbscrews broke her thumb bones, while one crushed her clit and\nnipples beyond recognition; she was kicked in the cunt and fisted in\nthe arse; she had rats feat on her labia, chewing them to pieces; and\nevery other torture that could be conceived without killing her\nearly. It was a very long twelve hours. \n

\n\tThen, just before dawn, she\nwas strung up, upside down, in Bathory’s exhibit, and a scourge\neven crueller than the one used by the Roman soldier was used on what\nremained of her body. The hooks caught her flesh, pulling out gobbets\nfrom her cunt, pulling bits off her branded breasts, showering a\nlaughing and naked Elizabeth Bathory with her last life-blood. And,\njust before dawn, Erin stopped breathing.

\n\tThere was now a new exhibit\nin the Chamber of Horrors, of Elizabeth Bathory brutally whipping an\nunknown woman to death, the most gory of all the exhibits. And that\nwas how it was during the day. But, when the sun set, then Erin would\ncome alive again, wax becoming unmarked flesh and blood, so that this\ninnocent young woman could suffer the tortures of the damned over,\nand over, and over again…

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