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| AshUK |
The next day, when the lights came on, Lisa turned round to look at the girl in the chair. Her eyes were open, and she was looking frightened. She was straining at the rope that held her in place, and screaming behind the duct tape. Lisa looked at the man in the suit. He'd taken the knife from the shelf and was running his finger down the blade.
“ We're going to raise the stakes a bit, “ he said to Lisa quietly. “ Stand up. “
Slowly, nervously, Lisa stood up.
“ I'm going to punch you in the face, “ the man said, putting the knife carefully in his back pocket. “ And you're going to stand there and take it. “
“ You're not serious. “ Lisa wept. “ I can't . “
Slowly, the man walked over to the chair. As the girl screamed behind her taped mouth, the man took the knife and carefully, forcefully, drew it down between her breasts, leaving an angry cut; a thin red line of blood.
“ Stop ! “ Lisa shouted. “ Stop – I'll do it. “
The man smiled, put the knife in his pocket, and walked over. He stood in front of her, and made his hand into a fist.
“ Stand still. “ he said, and then punched her hard in the face.
Lisa fell to the floor. The pain was searing.
The man knelt down next to her. “ Good girl, “ he said. “ You're doing well. And you'll keep doing well, won't you ? Because you know that no matter what I do to you, I can always do worse to her. “
Lisa curled up in a ball, and cried.
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Over the next few days, Lisa did everything that was asked of her. She dressed in whatever he told her to wear, and performed every task he set her.
When he asked her to suck his cock, she got on her knees eagerly in front of him and took his cock deep in her mouth.
When he asked her to bend over so he could fuck her, she turned round and spread her arse cheeks obediently for him so he could sink his cock into her.
When he told her he wanted to hit her, she stood up and waited, with her eyes closed, for his fist to make contact with her cheek.
With each blow, with each further humiliation, she could feel the grateful eyes of the girl in the chair, watching her quietly.
But as the stakes were raised, so the man seemed to lose patience. Each time Lisa hesitated – and no matter how she tried, she couldn't always obey quickly enough – the girl in the chair would receive a punch to the face, or stomach. One morning – she no longer knew what day it was – he was in a particularly brutal mood. He raped Lisa on the floor, even seeming to enjoy her screams. He punched her in the back of the head. When she cried out, he stood up, took his knife and slashed at the girl in the chair, cutting her cheek and shoulder. Then he came back to rape Lisa again.
Each time she cried, he cut the girl in the chair.
Each time she resisted, he cut the girl in the chair.
Each time she hesitated, he cut the girl in the chair.
Even though Lisa tried her best, by the time the lights went out, the girl in the chair was unconscious, and the chair she slumped in was surrounded by a dark red stain.
Lisa cried during the night, for the first time in days.
She called out to the girl in the chair, but this time, there wasn't a sound in reply.
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They came for her in the morning, before the lights were even on. Two of them by the feel of it; they unfastened her manacle, and dragged her kicking and screaming through the door. She was washed, stripped, and drugged.
Her last thought before she slipped into unconsciousness was for the girl in the chair. She hoped she was ok. Had she lost too much blood ? Would she be alright ?
When she came to, she found herself sitting down. She tried to move her wrists but couldn't. Same with her ankles. She tried to open her mouth, but couldn't make a sound.
Suddenly the lights came on. The man was standing in the doorway, that same damn smile on his face.
Across the room, yelling and screaming at him, was a naked girl, a new girl she hadn't seen before. She had a solid-looking metal manacle on her wrist, fastened to a ring in the wall by a long metal chain.
Lisa looked down at the rope that fastened her securely in place. She could feel the tape over her mouth. As she started to shake and cry, the realisation hit her.
She was now the girl in the chair.
Edited Sat 14 Jan 12, 9:33 AM by AshUK
| 14 Jan 12, 9:39 AM Endorfiend UK, 21 mths |
Lovely twisted twist.... What do you want from me? | |
| 14 Jan 12, 10:06 AM carenza_lionheart UK(NN), 24 mths  |
Oh shit. The one who claims to be innocent - who wants to test the claim? | |
| 14 Jan 12, 10:59 AM chartreuse UK(BA), 6 yrs  |
Fucking Hell!!!! @The_Coven / @The_Problem_Page / I want the "Moon on a stick and the Stars suspended from bunting". / So many haystacks, so few needles! / Any man can be what a woman wants him to be, if he wants to be with her... relinquish the power to her and let her lead the way. | |
| 14 Jan 12, 11:12 AM diogenes_whore UK(WC), 10 mths |
Very clever...a bit of Jigsaw in that one x | |
| 14 Jan 12, 11:48 AM alexandraa UK(NW), 8 yrs |
Mate... you need counselling....
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| 14 Jan 12, 11:57 AM flamesdesire UK(OX), 4 yrs |
 jxx "Take me from this earth an endless night- this, the end of life. From the dark I feel your lips and taste your bloody kiss." | |
| 14 Jan 12, 2:19 PM Shypeachybottom UK, 20 mths |
^^what she said
A diabolical twist, which makes it one of your most terrifying I think There's a somebody I'm longing to see, I hope that he turns out to be, someone to watch over me | |
| 14 Jan 12, 2:47 PM popi  UK(M), 7 yrs  |
This is my favourite of yours to date, and as you know I was already a fan of some others  popi x | |
| 14 Jan 12, 3:03 PM barecheek UK(NG), 8 mths |
Don't give up the day job, your ranting races ahead of your story. I find it difficult for Lisa to yell stop with duct tape over her mouth. You must mean mumbled, "Shtofp". But better still you stop writing this drivel. | |
| 14 Jan 12, 5:01 PM valleyrose17 UK(BS), 2 yrs |
And you say this in your profile: "Just being the catalyst to form the shape of desires, a heady mix of mystique and fantasy. The question to the answer an enigma waiting for regeneration. The genie that grants you 3 wishes, come and rub my lamp and see what you could have. I am my own twin with a foot in each imagination waiting for you. Pleasure the flesh pleasure the mind If you are genuine then you just might find The pleasure you wish for the pleasure you crave Could pleasure the craven or even the brave Time is against us it's time to respond And find the pleasures of which you're so fond" And you accuse Ash of drivel lmfao x
"Fear is that little darkroom where negatives are developed" Michael Pritchard |
