Where monsters come from. (Graphic)
Nov 4, 2013 17:00:25 GMT -8
Ross, Ariel Martin, and 2 more like this
Post by Dimitri Vasilescu on Nov 4, 2013 17:00:25 GMT -8
Small Preface: I had posted the first part of this prior, but have decided I did not like how it came out. I have edited it for flow and errors, and would request a re-read as part of getting to the 2nd, new section.
PLEASE BE WARNED IT IS GRAPHIC. SERIOUSLY.
“Wake up, Adne.” Her voice was annoyed and distant.
But I kept my eyes closed. Perhaps if she will think that I am asleep, and just could not hear her, I can get five more minutes to myself, five minutes that belonged to me.
“Adne, darling, I said WAKE. UP.”
My eyelids snap open, and I sit up at attention. I shouldn't make her wait, that would be selfish of me, especially after being apart almost a year. Her eyes peer right at me, but my need to sit straight slides away, I do what I can to maintain the posture. I can begin to see the monster under behind those eyes – she no longer keeps her skin flush around me, and I can't recall the last time she blinked. It seems so noticeable now, but when we were last together I remember her as such a different creature; I couldn't stop looking, wanting to touch, to feel her skin, hear her voice...but now, especially tonight, it was cold; unpleasant. I thought women could be like this with their cycles, but I don't recall this with...a blurry image entered my mind. It was a female form, and the face became familiar – my wife?
“Now hun, I want you to wait here. I'm famished. Going to just get a bit to eat tonight, and I'll be right back.”
She cut off my thought with her words, and I caught myself in a small panic. I tried to hide it, and was either successful, or she simply did not care. Or she enjoyed my squirm. Either way, she began to dress, and I watched my Mistress place on her shoes, and fix her stockings and shift around her elegant, extravagant red dress. She looked like a porcelain doll dressing herself, and it was unsettling.
“Shall I get properly dressed, then, Mistress?” I asked, masking any tones of rebellion in my voice, but still looking down at my tattered, ripped and torn clothing. I had to ask, however, as my slight wounds will heal but my clothing would not. I had made the mistake of expressing disinterest in her lust hours prior, and suffered for it. My Mistress will get her way, and she certainly did with me.
In response, she left the carriage without acknowledging I had said anything at all, even leaving part of her bodice unlaced. Her departure cause a small clot of sorrow in my chest, especially after being apart for so long, but somehow it dissipated after an instant. Before I could think of reiterating, the door was shut, and I was alone with my thoughts.
Whether she knew it or not, she missed part of her ritual dance with me. I do not know why my desires had waned or seem fleeting, but she always had me bite and drink of her inner thigh after our coitus. It tasted wonderful before, and she certainly enjoyed it. I pine for it now, just thinking of it.
Perhaps this is punishment, and maybe I deserve it. It has been a long time since she let me perform our ritual with her, and I wish for that sweetness of previous engagements, but now, with her...I feel such repugnance of her, and such filth in myself. Shame, even. I feel like a whore dragged through the mud into an alley and – the face of my wife flashes in my mind's eye, and my shame intensifies. It occurs to me that we are but a few day's travel from my home in Norway.
The door slammed open again, and a poor, pale-skinned form was tossed into the carriage. After the form settled, it appeared as a girl, just prior to adulthood. My energy surged as I watched as my mistress stepped in and closed the door, my body reacting with relief at her return. The form of the guest seemed already beaten in spirit, and remained slumped on the floor. She smelled of sweat, blood, and men.
My Mistress turns enough for me to see her expression, which is nothing short of inhuman glee.
“Well now, we have a new playmate, Adne. I convinced her owner to sell, and at a steal, too.” My Mistress walked around the form and sat, her tone barely containing a titter.
“Perhaps...hmm.” She put her finger up to her pursed lips, “Yes, perhaps she can stay.” She then glanced to me, her eyes intense, “If you stay good, Adne my dear, maybe I'll let you play with her too. But for now you will stay there.”
As I saw the face on this girl, I found the reason for her stillness, as she was frozen in fear. She could not have been too old, barely approaching adulthood. Her blonde hair shrouded her bruised face, and had an expression of anticipation of pain, as though she has been here before as a possession tossed around. Her expression reflected the same shame I felt a moment before. Above all though, those blue eyes of hers showed her terror.
My internal reflections give my Mistress ample time to tear the top off the girl, and begin to bite into her as she is wont to do. The girl flinches, but compels herself to my Mistress, and the Lady makes more sensual her actions, moving down the young one's body. The Lady and the girl writhe in ecstasy in their embrace, and it is all I can do to resist my own lust, especially as my Mistress gazes into me, reading my desires. I am lusting after that nectar in the porcelain vessel of my Mistress. I obey, however, and simply sit and watch.
Eventually, the Lady removes herself from her toy and wipes her mouth with her sleeve, as would a sailor, but does a poor job, missing much of the red from her lips. The girl lay naked on the floor, covered in small incisions from the Lady's teeth. Staring at this form, my wife's visage flashes into my sight again, and it dawned on me that this girl looks of my young wife.
I must have expressed this realization somehow, as it caught my Lady's attention. She disrobed quickly, and she opened her form and began to arouse herself. Her virtue and her legs began to become flush with life again, followed by her hands and bosom. Her face even gained the same life, but her eyes remained cold. A bloodstained grin apparated across her portrait.
“I want you to fuck her Adne. And see if you can get her to squirm as I did. Satisfy us both and you can drink of me again.” So she was aware, and she was punishing me with denial.
The girl, still conscious, now looked to me with the same terror she originally held towards my Lady. Perhaps she still feels that fear, but it was now my burden to bear. This....this harms me in my very core, and peaks my shame. As it does, all I can see is my wife before me.
“No.” I steel my resolve into my statement, as I look directly back into the eyes of Anna.
Her expression changes instantly to that of disgust, but it simply seems to bolster her determination. She slides herself to seat her spread virtue over the girl on the floor, and places her heel firmly on the girl's throat. My entire body tenses in reaction, and I begin to shift towards Anna--
“KNEEL.”
I kneel down as a knight in compulsion, for I must please her...but this is wrong. I slowly begin to stand, and Anna, I mean, my Lady, speaks again.
“Adne, you pathetic worm, will fuck this girl now, or I will end her life. And then you will fuck her anyway.”
I stop in sheer shock.
“DISROBE.”
I removed my clothing, but as slowly as I could muster. The girl, for whatever reason, remained motionless, but keeping her stare of terror fixed on me. My wife was terrified of me.
“Now, FUCK HER.”
The girl turned her face from me on my approach. It was a minor relief as I began to rape her, with my Mistress at my side, smiling. My mistress continued to direct me until I finished.
Afterward, I crawled to my seat, and slowly curled up as tears swelled in my eyes. This is not me, I would not do such a thing. My Lady interrupted my thoughts with a grunt of disgust, and then a loud snap followed. I looked up to see her holding the corpse of the girl by her neck, with the head being held a full hand further than the body from what should be. My Mistress then allowed the corpse to simply fall, and stared with hate into me.
“You imbecile. You forsake power and everything I give you. What reason could you possibly find me wanting in all this.”
I shook in silence, feeling deranged by my scenario.
“ANSWER ME, you cunt.”
“She...she looked like my wife.” I blurted out quickly at her command.
The presence of my Lady changed quickly, and she blinked as if to punctuate her thoughts in her head. After a moment of her own thoughts, she looked at me and presented the most pleasant smile I had seen in a long while from her, albeit a subtle one.
“Oh. My Adne, love, come here.” She held her arms open, and somehow, it seemed safe, and honest. I moved past the body and into my Lady, and laid my head at her bosom, still feeling the effects of shock. She stroked my hair gently, and then used her finger to make a small cut along her breast.
“Please drink sweetheart, we have a bit of a journey ahead of us, for there is something we must do before we resume our business in Sebenico. It will be alright, I promise.”
I sunk my teeth in, for it was comforting, and then I drank more, as her taste – I remembered how wonderful she could be, and how good this tasted. We kissed with blood-soaked lips, and then more after. The coach began to move north.
A week later, I woke not long after dusk. I looked down at my unfastened belt, and the various bloodstains along my trousers for what seemed like hours before I decided to change. The Mistress was in a sealed compartment in the back of the carriage for the day, and would be waking soon. I knew not where exactly we were headed, but she had business with several others of her kind at night.
She would have me along, at her side, at some of these meetings. They tended to involve her degrading the others she met, and demoting them or handing out punishments. I cannot count the times I heard her say 'Apprentice of the 7th Circle.' No matter where, however, she was obeyed. I was no stranger to this concept, but it was most amusing to her, especially when someone at this meeting would actually try to defy her. 'Poor baby,' she would say, with mocking sympathy, whenever she received a complaint.
Somewhere in me, I liked to see her manipulate these others. She was not overt with her power, and challenged others to push against her will, simply so she could exert hers. Maybe that is why she hasn't punished me for pushing back a few days ago, since I did what she wanted. Maybe I won't get punished at all.
I climbed out of the moving carriage and looked to the driver. “How far are we from our destination, driver?”
“Just a few minutes, sir.” He replied without looking, sounding rather monotone. He never seemed to have much personality, and never spoke much. Perhaps Mistress Anna did something. I wouldn't be surprised.
As I moved back in to the carriage, next to the window. I looked out at the dwindling light of the pine forests around and across the rolling fields. It was moving into fall, and the few leafed trees began to turn bright shades of red and yellow among the deep green of the pines, and the cool crisp air shot into my nose bringing the scent of fall with it; evergreen sap, the soil after a rain. It was good to be home.
Home. Wait. Where are we?
I stuck my head out of the carriage to see a familiar cottage near the side of a creek. The dirt road lead further into Hamar, but here, this was my home. A small lantern burned outside the door, and the roof was covered in pine needles. It looked worn down, but was obviously occupied.
I just stared in disbelief as the carriage pulled to a stop. Without changing my view at all I opened and left the carriage. I stumbled towards the door, memories flooding back to me. I glanced to the right and saw the same ax buried in the same stump I used for wood. I moved to the door, felt it's grain, looking at the advancement in its wear....how long has it been since I've seen this house?
As I touched the door handle, it was pulled away from me, and a face appeared in the gap. An older woman appeared, and immediately her eyes widened and a sharp gasp entered her throat. I looked at her, but I did not see right away.
“Adne!” She exclaimed, and opened the door further. She rushed forward through it and before I could react her arms were around me. As she looked up, tears on her cheeks, I finally realized who this was. This was my wife. But she was older somehow. Her hair had gained streaks of silver, her form was frail, dilapidated. Her cheeks sunken.
But her eyes were the same. Same as the woman I had raped not a week prior.
I tried to speak but no words came out. She took a step back after a moment, and several emotions ran through her face. As despair landed on her face, she stated, “Eight years you vanish without a letter or a word. We thought you dead.”
We, she said. What does she mean?
But before I could act further, my body tenses up instantly as I hear Anna's voice. “Aren't you going to introduce me, Adne?”
I hear her steps crunch the freezing grass behind me, and she had force in her words. My body becomes extremely rigid, and I resist her will. I exhale with a gasp of pain, followed by my stomach tensing in knots.
She cannot have her.
I feel the pressure increasing from Anna's will on me, squeezing out my breath until I fall to my knees. I look up to see nothing but fear on my wife's face. The same fear from the girl from before.
Anna speaks softly, as cold as I have ever heard her. “You will do what I want, Adne.”
My wife looks down to me, as my pained expression is returned to her. My wife, strong as she can be, moves to the ax in the stump and yanks it from its oaken sheath. She is then promptly slammed into the house by an unseen force, her arm shattering the glass window, and her form falling to the ground.
“Now I see where you get it! The little mongrel bitch bites at feeding hands as well!” Anna bursts out. I instinctively tense every muscle in my body, and spring back, running towards Anna with a feral passion of tearing her to pieces. As I am about to reach her, however, my body freezes in place, and my torso bends back over my legs in a painful contortion. I just barely make out Anna's hand extended at my body, my body moving to the twists and flicks of her wrist. My mind has now no control over any part of my body, and instantly I feel my bowels moving and my bladder relieving and drool and tears streaming from my face.
“Just stop Adne. You cannot do anything but what I want, don't you see? You are mine, and always will be. You are letting her come between all that we have, and share. Doesn't that matter to you? Aren't I important to you?” Her words tear into my soul, somehow. I feel shame for betraying my Mistress, but an instant later I feel even more for betraying my wife. This pain is unfathomable.
“Now, dear, let's make this end.”
My body is forced up, and is made to do a stumbling few strides before I fall. I am puppeted over to my wife's recovering form, still conscious, and lifting her face to me. As her eyes meet mine my body is made to mount her and grip her throat with both hands. They hold a firm grasp, and begin to squeeze. I do not blink as my wife's face gasps for breath, blood slowly dripping from her nose and a cut on her forehead. Her face begins to drain of what color it has under the dim torchlight, and that same face of fear is directed right at me, piercing my very being. Just before her life is snuffed out, and her eyes are locked with mine, I begin to regain control of my body for an instant...
“NOW KILL HER.”
My mind instantly fills with the greatest parts of my time with my Mistress, and my hands collapse around the throat of my wife, snuffing out her life.
My heart fills with sorrow and my tears flow out onto her pale face, her eyes mercifully closed now. I try to breathe, but every exhale is a shrill, quiet scream of melancholy. My body feels absolutely numb.
“Well, now that that's done, let's have a look shall we?” Anna sounds chipper, as though she just had a nice walk in the woods. She walks by me briskly, and steps into the house. I can see her from my knelled position over the corpse of my wife, her arms at her side, looking around the small structure.
“Rather humble, isn't it? I thought you would have had more...” She trailed off for a moment, and then we both froze as we heard it: a small rustle from in the house. Anna turns to me with an abomination of a smile on her face, and she rushes deeper into the house.
I try to stand, but my knees are weak, and it takes me a moment to get up. I make effort not to look at my wife, thinking it may allow me to hold strength enough to stay aloft. As I look back to the house, Anna stands there with a child, not but seven years old. A boy. Anna's right hand is holding his mouth firmly.
We. That's what my wife said.
“Adne, look what I found.” Anna giggled.
My heart flares up, and it feels like my body lightens. I begin to hear every beat of my heart. I must protect this boy. He must be....
“He looks so much like you, doesn't he?” Her finger cuts into his chin, and he winces in pain with a small yelp.
“But we must finish what we started.” Anna stares right into my eyes. “I want you to take him and behead him on that block. Won't you be a sweetheart and do that for me, Adne?”
I feel her sinking into my mind, but she cannot penetrate. I gain focus. She will not take this from me. I reach down for the ax, and begin to move towards her at a steady pace, my expression steeled.
“Adne, please don't. Just stop.”
I shrug her off this time. She is not allowed here. I swing the ax and make purchase with her left collar bone, leaving the ax embedded in her flesh. She takes a single step back with her left leg, then stands again, her right hand still holding my son. A moment later, she looks at the ax and in an exaggerated gesture, she rolls her eyes. She removes the ax from her shoulder and drops it on the ground, and the wound heals a short time later.
“Adne, it didn't have to be this way, but you have left me no choice.”
My son then bursts into flames. His screams drown out every fiber of my being. I panic instantly, and swat at the flames. I cannot put them out. I reach for a blanket on a nearby chair and toss it over him, and while it lowers the intensity, the fire still burns, the child still screams. I bat with more intensity.
A sound begins to come over this frenzy of panic, and it is Anna's laughter. I glance at her a moment with utter terror, her face horrifically pulled tightly back as a smile larger than a human can manage, her eyes wide with glee, and her laughter piercing between the screams of my child.
With no other recourse I pick up his form, flames licking my arms and face, and run outside and dump it into the creek. The flame dies, and my sons form gasps for air with screams, shattering my psyche. As I hold his form, tears swelling on my face, he looks to me, and his face contorts into the same fear. Fear a monster, for I am the monster.
He does not die slowly, but the burns are bad enough to bleed. The water of the creek visibly becomes cloudy with his blood even in this light, and my son dies terrified of me, but unable to do anything but scream.
As I hold him, I break. The tears stop, the pain stops, but so does everything else. I allow his body to float down the creek, and slowly stand and turn to face my fate. I walk over to Anna and kneel. She says nothing, makes no gestures. She has broken me, and I am now hers. The smile I witness on her face is no longer distended, but absolutely sincere. Her skin is lively and flush.
“I am so sorry that I had to do this Adne. I promise, this hurt me far more than it hurt you.” She has successfully made this statement appear truthful through her masterful facade. “You must understand, darling, that I love you, and you are mine. I cannot let anything come between us. You are just too important to me.”
I do not move in the slightest, but she reaches down to move my head by my chin, and she kisses my forehead. She then brings my face further up and gently, sweetly, kisses my lips. She repeats kisses, becoming more impassioned, and pushes me to the ground. She quickly undoes my pants, and straddles my lap and begins to grind against me. Her lust seems uncontrollable, and it is understandable considering she got everything she wanted. I am now completely hers.
She cuts her neck with her nail, and brings herself down over me, pulling her tits out of the top of her shirt to push against me. She grabs my hair and pulls my face to her bleeding neck, and it drips into my mouth. My mind begins to ease, and I willingly drink it, sucking on her skin. And, slowly I begin to share in her lust. This drink, and her, I can get lost in. I will be a monster like her, and forget what I was. We proceeded to make love into the night, as the house began to burn in a great inferno.
