A dark little mini-story idea that distracted me one morning when I should have been packing for my move last week!
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He sits at the end of the room, on a comfortable chair. The girl stands before him, her wrists held tightly by two of his men. “I trusted you,” he tells her, “and now you’re going to learn the cost of betraying me.” He clicks his fingers; they begin their work as he sits silently and watches.
One holds her as the other strips her, touching her, commenting as he does. She writhes in protest, but they are too strong. She shouts at them to stop – at him to make it stop; they slap her face, hard. It silences her. They bend her over the end of a table; bind her with rope. Take spray birches from the bucket; thrash her with them – a minute’s punishment, a minute’s rest, a minute’s punishment, repeated.
When they let her stand, she pleads apologies. He says nothing; they silence her by forcing her to her knees, unzipping their trousers, thrusting themselves into her mouth in turn. Then they tie her again, her hands high about her head; the whip cracks through the air and across her back, raising welts each time.
She screams. She begs. They talk to her, about her, in a language she doesn’t understand. He sits in silence. Even as they rape her. Even as they push her back over the desk, strap her down once more and cane her, alternating strokes (one left-handed, one right-handed).
She whimpers. They each take her arse.
They untie her.
She stays in position, silent, awaiting the next form of abuse. And he clicks his fingers once more.
They bring her to him, holding her up. “You were the best of my girls. I’m sorry it came to this. Now take her away…”
Finally! 😀 I’ve been waiting for this story forever! :p
I love your dark stories the best! Can’t help but wonder what happens to the girl next…
Take her away to where? Quit leaving your stories so unfinished!!!! I don’t even know what the poor girl did to deserve such harsh punishment! Knowing you, it was probably something totally innocent, like chewing gum or backtalking! Please post tue long version to your stories sight
*the long version
The background here is so scarce that you learn more about your own imagination than the author’s. Mine must have some very dark corners as well because, in my mind, this is some mafia-like criminal organisation. The girls may be drug couriers, prostitutes or spies, but this one is a traitor. In the chief’s twisted logic, she probably deserves what she gets and I would not be surprised if his last lines meant that they should kill her. Frankly, I prefer pillow fights.
Hey, what happened with my comment? /scratches head/
Hey, Alias – sorry, it went into the moderation queue for some reason; it’s now appeared!
Macy – that’s for you to imagine! What did *you* think?
Svetlana – yep, I had a mafia-type operation in mind (I think). But I didn’t think she’d be killed – perhaps taken away to be abused some more by others mafioso? Or locked up to be brought back for further punishment?
I see now. I typed Twitter name. /face palm/
Like Macy asked, post a longer version on stories site! 😀
Taken away…to be sold? Where? To whom? Come on, Abel, elaborate it! 😀
Here I will fill in the blanks. The young girl came from a poor family and in order for her parents to keep their farm, they sold her to Mr. Jenkins. He was the master of a very elite and exclussive group of “escorts”. All clients of his were considered close friends as well. It wasn’t uncommen for him to roll up his sleeves and undo his belt if ever he got a less than satisfactory report on one of the lasses. This particular young lady was one of his favorites. He had never gotten a bad report on her. She was so beautiful and
Obedient. Never had she misbehaved with a client. But word had came around that one of the other girls, Elaina, had slapped one of the ruder clients and been punished severely. Elaina was her best friend and Melanie was distraught knowing she had been caned. When Mr. Anderson (a regular) began running his hand up her legs she closed them! He persisted and she told him to fuck off and ran away. She ran until she couldn’t breathe, and then she kept running. When she stopped to catch her breath one of Mr.Jenkins’ lackeys pulled up next to her and dragged her by her hair into the car through the drivers side window. When they arrived back at the brothel he took care to bend her over his knee, lift her skirt, pull down her panties, and wear her ass out until she stopped struggling and began crying. She was then taken out of the car, tossed over his shoulder, and carried inside. When inside every man took a turn with their belts and gave her ten fierce each. She was then presented at the feet of Mr. Jenkins to punish as he saw fit. When released from his chambers all the men in turn fucked first her mouth, then her pussy and finally her ass. When they had all gotten their fill she was showered with ice cold water, scrubbed clean with stingy soap and a brillow pad and sent to her room. In their she examined the marks left on her punished bottom. She rubbed at the stingy welts and achey bruised. She cried herself to sleep feeling very sorry and humiliated. She knew she had let him down, and that hurt so much deeper than the physical pain. She felt he would never forgive her. He didn’t love her anymore. Later that night he came to her bed and held her while she cried softly into his chest. He told her he forgave her and reassured her that he loved her very much, to NEVER behave so unprofessionaly again. But she was still his best girl, and wasn’t going to change.
That’s so hot, Macy – thank you for sharing your ideas so eloquently.
Especially love the emotion in: “She knew she had let him down, and that hurt so much deeper than the physical pain. She felt he would never forgive her.” That’s just superbly put.
I had to smile at this, imagining you surrounded by boxes and things to do…but, ohhhhhh no, you just had to sit down and get this dark and sordid scenario out of your brain and onto paper. I can so relate. I’m knee deep in writing a major assignment…getting the draft done today is paramount…and what am I reading? This! LOL
Did you get moved all right? I hope it’s a good move, dear Abel and that all is well.
Sending you my love,
Vesta
xx