In a Dungeon Captive
~Waking!~
Slowly, she wakes. At least it feels somewhat like awakening. Darkness still surrounds her. When she is able to think past the tethers of sleep, she realizes that she is blindfolded. Trying to stretch her muscles makes her realize she is also bound. Struggling for a moment is futile and she pauses to remember...
The rough cool wall at her back gives her the first memory. She is held to the wall in shackles. Even a shackle around her head, right above her blindfold keeps her head from lolling. Did she really sleep like this? Next, she realizes she is naked and chilly, but not too uncomfortably cold. Air brushes across her body, dank and wet air. A Dungeon!! Yesssssss... The images pour across her mind like snapshots.
~Pain!~
Awash with the memories seems to stir her nerve endings. Everything at once burns with fire. Welts remind her of the lashes. Dried patches of wax remind her of the heat. With each new memory, more of her body aches. Wishing she had the use of her hands, wishing she could claw at the memories... conscious thought is not so welcome. Waking is not relief.
~Fear!~
They will return soon. How long have they been gone? Suddenly, despite the futility of the effort, she works at the manacles at her wrists, fighting for freedom. She must escape. She cannot take anymore. Who will miss her? Will she ever get out of this dark hole? Thoughts attack her mercilessly, making her crazier. It is not how she wants to wake. Perhaps she can return to dreams that bring pleasure.
~Yearning!~
As she listens for their footsteps, she writhes against the wall. Old wounds at her wrists open again as she twists. Blood caked at her hands drips freely once more. Though she feels hatred and fear for them, she also feels twinges at her core. Needing to shut that out most of all, she battles her inner will. Noooo... they will not make me want! They cannot!
~Mocking!~
And then a deep voice laughs aloud, filling the darkness. "We can't? Precious, did you hear that? We are not allowed to make the chit "want!" Even now she thinks to dictate her path here."
"Have we not made her welcome, Love?" A throaty feminine voice fills the air with an answer. It too mocks the girl hanging on the wall.
As the words washed through her conscious, she shivered. Though her mouth was not gagged at this point, she feared any words would bring more trouble. She did not mean to speak aloud before. The darkness was playing tricks on her mind. Perhaps it was all a trick of the mind and she was imagining it.
~Torment!~
"Don't you love the way the new girls shake for us love? I think she will make a nice addition to our collection. How long till we break her?" Again the man's voice broke into her darkness. The words he said were powerful and affected her greatly. How long? How long?!? It was said as if this was just the beginning.
Nails dug into her abdomen. Scraping across open wounds. Flesh bared by things she would much prefer to forget. "I think she will soon be ours, Love. See how she responds to my touch." As the woman answered, her hand moved lower. Dragging nails without thought to pain, dragging through the exposed pussy lips. Every fiber of her being tingles with the invasion of the woman's hand.
Fingers pinched together fiercely. Vice-like, her already tortured clit was taken and pulled. It seemed the woman would rip it from her body. Hoarsely, as if her voice had little strength left, she screamed.
AAAAaaaahhhhhhhggggggg...
But the pressure did not abate. Instead, the woman's touch seemed more bent on destruction. Nails digging into her so deeply, they nearly punctured her skin.
The man walks up closer. The girl on the wall could hear his footsteps clearly. All her senses were heightened by the prolonged darkness. She feels his hand. Matted hair is brushed tenderly away from her face. "I love to watch the way they move their muscles as you touch them, Love. Even without her eyes to stare into, she is so beautiful in her pain."
~Jealousy!~ The woman releases her flesh. Attuned to her tormentors, the girl listens for sounds to help her know what will happen next. Lips kissing. They are kissing right in front of me! Her mind reacts. How can they? And then a thought that shocks her to her core. Did they forget me?
Footsteps echo down a corridor. She is alone again...for now.
