Drunk (3)

She didn’t remember being unlatched from the sawhorse device, nor being hosed down to get the shit splatters from her body.

She woke up laying on a strange kind of table.  Thick straps fastened her upper arms to the arm support, and the same for her thighs.  The table was obviously designed for restraint. She felt a strap around her throat as she tried to sit up.

“There is no moving.”

The clipped voice spoke with a sharp bite. It was not the  man she was supposed to call Sir. This man was tall and pencil thin. He had been squatting between her legs. Now he rose to his full height, glowering down at her.

“She’s awake?” There was Sir’s voice. He was sitting in the shadows.

“Yes, and wiggling.”

His voice came from the darkness.

“You must lay still for this process. Remember that bad girls …” he let the words drift out into the room. “Well, let us just hold to the thought that thus far, you have not been treated as a bad girl.”

Her belly ached, her asshole throbbed.  She had been slapped, drained, and vibrated to some of the most intense orgasms in her life. Her breast ached where he had repeatedly caned it. This was how he treated good girls? Despite it all, surprisingly, she felt a coil of desire between her spread legs. She shivered on the table and the man between her splayed legs slapped her pussy.

“No moving!”

There was a buzzing hum and the sudden, unexpected sting of a needle. She arched. Tried to arch. There was a thick belt around her middle holding her tightly to the table.

“Wait.”

There was a creaking from across the room. In a moment she could see him walking towards her. His unsmiling face scared her.

“perhaps you need a reminder about being still.”

She could not see what was in his hand. The sudden swat against the bottom of her foot almost tickled, until the shock of the blow ran up her foot to her brain.

“GOD!” she yelped.

He hit her foot 9 more times. She was sobbing when he was done. The pain on the bottom of her foot was incredible.

“This is not a ‘bad girl’ punishment, this is a learning tool. Bad girls get far, far worse than 10 swipes. Now, lay still.”

“yes, Sir.”

Her voice was quiet but audible.

The buzz began again and she kept still. The sting on her inner thigh was painful. There was a pattern. Buzz, sting, wipe. Buzz, sting, wipe.

A tattoo.

The bastard was tattooing her? She wanted to leap up and protest but fear held her silent. Fear, and many thick, tight straps.

“This is the second step in your training. Your body is cleansed, and you will continue to fast today. Tomorrow you will feed from a specialized diet to nurture your body back to full health.  Now, you are being marked as one of my girls. You won’t leave this place until you have earned the mark of Q…but for now you will feel it and remember, as it heals and transforms your smooth white thigh; so too are you  being remade…still essentially you, but better.”

She wasn’t sure she liked the sound of that, really. But apparently she didn’t have a choice. She was desperately afraid of what would happen if she crossed the line and became a “bad” girl.

She wasn’t certain about how she had come to be here, yet a few hours here had felt like an eternity. And despite the fear of the unknown to come, the taking of her body and the promises of “transformation”, for the first time in forever, she felt a sense of purpose.

She wanted to please Him. that funny, frightening, little man called Sir.

Damned if she knew why.

14 thoughts on “Drunk (3)

  1. Dear ‘Nilla,

    Whoa, this is sooo intense, and so harsh! It’s interesting to me how quickly i get totally engaged in it. The range of feelings it inspires. How much i relate to her. How badly i want for it to get to the point that she’s pleasing.

    Nice.

    aisha

    1. Funny…i don’t know much about Gor…i’ve heard of it, of course, but then aisha spoke of it as well..

      Glad you are enjoying the story, SS!

      nilla

      1. John Norman wrote his first Gor novel in 1966 and is thought by many to be the father of BDSM.
        He is also a professor of philosophy and the books are tinged with many of his beliefs.

        SS

      2. i did a bit of Gor research, found one funny site that said if you were a true follower of Gor you’d not have a computer to read at the site in the first place! That just cracked me up.

        Maybe i’ll have to just read aisha’s dogeared copy…LOL

        nilla

  2. Dear Nilla
    The story is…………very disturbing to me.
    The non-consensual part and the disrespect this woman is shown affects me in many ways:
    I feel her helplessness and get angry, I want to defend her rights and protect her.
    I’m sure you’ll turn it into something sexy and eventually she’ll submit to Sir
    but it just aint right to take someone against their will.
    Which doesn’t mean that it can’t be a literary subject…..
    the force of my feelings testifies to your writing skills. Awesome.
    LadyP

    1. Thank you LadyP…

      you described your reaction so well…and i guess i’m glad it disturbed you *smile*…and enough for you to talk about it.

      And you realize too that it’s fiction and some stories are meant to shine a light on the dragons…Thank you for taking the time to write such a thoughtful response to this!

      nilla

  3. This is an interesting twist. The tattoo is very Gorean. (a series of books I read ages ago) While lots of inner demons and dragons roam, it will be interesting to see where you take this.

    1. my dragons are being reigned in a bit…a bit of romance coming up over the next few days, and almost a full week of “real life nilla” stuff that Master is making me post…

      interesting days!

      nilla

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