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The story is a multi-chapter tale of great cruelty, in
the kidnapping-and-domination genre. Further chapters
will follow.
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Silent
H. Jekyll
Chapter Six: Solitude
He tied her to the bed again, with the blindfold, the
ear plugs, and the white noise machine. She didn't
know what had become of her daughter any more than she
had known the day before. The burning on her front
was too strong, biting her, for her to sleep, so she
just writhed and twisted, whimpering, until it finally
burned itself out.
Now he started a new regimen. He spoke almost never
and did not let her talk. He came in to put a tube
down her nose and feed her something liquid. She
resisted a little the first time. He took her to the
toilet occasionally. The rest of the time she lay
alone, sometimes on her back, sometimes on her
stomach, sometimes in the stocks, sometimes standing
with her arms chained above her head in the middle of
the room. He fitted some kind of gloves to her
hands, that enclosed them and held them in loose
fists. She was always shut off from light and sound
and the use of her hands. He left her there for very
long periods, immobile and alone. When he walked her
to the toilet he first attached a belt at her waist
and a collar, and he fastened her hands behind to one
or the other.
For awhile, when he came in he immediately hurt her,
always a different part of her. The first time, he
put her in the stocks and whipped her on the ass for a
long time, long enough for her to pass out. Then he
left again. Her ass burned as her front had, so that
she spent a long period of time moaning and moving it
about, until he came in and said loudly to one ear:
"No sounds. If you make any sounds at all I'll whip
you more." She tried to stifle her moaning, though
her ass hurt so constantly that she couldn't always do
it. While he was in there he fucked her from the
rear, but he didn't try to give her any pleasure.
The next time, he strung her up and used some kind of
rod to batter her breasts. This was a different hurt.
The rod caused a shock wave throughout her breasts
when it hit. It made a splat sound instead of a
crack, and it damaged her breasts all the way through.
The force of the strokes had her body swinging back
and forth in the bonds. She couldn't see when the
strokes were coming and screamed almost constantly.
She tried to plead though her gag, to promise again to
never displease him, but she couldn't of course. The
shock was so great that she passed out after about ten
minutes. He brought her back and started over. She
passed out again and he brought her back again.
Finally she stopped responding to the rod. He left
her hanging for a very great time. When she came
around her breasts were excruciating, and no matter
how hard she tried she couldn't keep herself from
moaning. She wanted them to fall off. She drifted,
again, between pain and moments of unconsciousness.
He came in, took her down, tied her to the bed. He
fed her and let her lie there. Her bladder was full
but he didn't take her to the toilet, and after awhile
she wet herself. When he returned he used the
electrical device on her. The piss-wet bed conducted
power all around her ass. She screamed again with the
volts, especially when he applied them to her bruised
breasts, but she was weakening greatly.
He removed the gag and said: "No sounds! You
understand? " She nodded. He fed her water from a
tube. She tried again to stifle herself.
Then she lay, so long alone, cut off from sound,
sight, touch. She had not been able to use her arms
or hands for a very long time. Sometimes she tried to
move them a bit, but without success. She lay still,
not having any choice. When he came in again she
jumped because she thought it was time for him to
torture her again, but he gave her a sponge bath and
washed her hair. He did not speak and she dared not.
Then he put her in the stocks. He had her suck him
again, and she tried to do it right, to let him know
that she would always please him, would never
challenge him. Then he left her for another long
time.
The next time he took her to the toilet. He let her
drink from the toilet and then use it. He had her
kneel down and eat some kind of mush from a dog bowl.
She put her face well into the bowl and even licked
the bowl clean, after which he washed her face with a
wet cloth. He took her back to her chamber and
chained her upright in the center of the room, but he
did not hurt her. The next time he put her on the bed
again.
So alone. No one in the world was as alone as she.
There was nothing for her but gloom and thoughts. She
would see her daughter whipping her and being whipped.
She knew she was to be here forever, that her captor
was her master forever. She thought of her husband
and son almost not at all, thought about her master.
She feared him enormously, but he had the power to
bring her company and pleasure. She would be so good,
if he would only give her another chance. Once he
seemed to have stopped hurting her so much she wanted
him to come to her more. She wanted to feel a touch.
The few times he spoke she played his words over in
her head after he left. She thrilled when he washed
her, even got goose bumps. She remembered the sexual
pleasure he had forced on her and became hot thinking
about it. He seldom used her for sex and when he did
he didn't try to pleasure her, but she got wet anyway.
She sank in disappointment when he left. She had
dreams of him using her and her daughter. She would
think she heard sounds and turn her head toward the
door, waiting for him, usually to be disappointed.
Once the power must have gone out, because the white
noise machine stopped and she could hear slightly
more. In comparison, she thought sound came clearly
to her. She lifted her head and strained to hear him.
Her world was empty. Only he had the power to fill
it. She began crying one day and couldn't stop
herself. She cried into the void: "Master. Please,
I need you. Please, I don't care if you hurt me.
Please come and use me! I don't want to be alone."
She was crying and talking at the same time. "Please
master, let me show you how good I can be. Give me
another chance. Everything you want I'll give, all
the time, please master, please I need you!" There
was no response.
But in the hall outside the door he stood, thinking a
line of poetry: "And lonely as it is, this
loneliness, will be more lonely ere it will be less."
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Finally he returned. He removed the blindfold and ear
plugs. He spoke to her. "I require silence. If you
want to please me you'll learn to control yourself in
all things. Do you understand?" She nodded, her
usual nod, and became attentive. He was talking to
her! "Now we'll practice." He produced a long
needle. "I don't want you crying out when I use this.
Do you understand?" She nodded again, and stared at
the needle. She couldn't look away.
He leaned over her. The needle touched her nipple
tenderly, then was pushed in, biting at her, in,
through. She didn't make a sound, held her breath
tightly though it.
He pulled it out just as slowly, moved it to her arm
and pushed it in. He was, as usual, in no hurry. His
penis was growing and he knew he could have a long
period of enjoyment. He pushed the needle carefully
into her hip, through the skin and fat, then deeply
and equally slowly into her muscle. She tried to
stifle herself again, but she couldn't control her
voice because the pain was so great and continued so
long. She let out just a little squeak through her
closed-off throat, which then became a gasping groan.
Every muscle was so tense, and she was flopping her
body about, this way and that, trying to avoid the
needle, trying the impossible.
"You're not pleasing me, plaything." His voice was
serene, utterly polite. "We need to start over, now."
She lost herself completely for moment, crying a
raspy, hoarse noise that was ugly compared with his
voice. While she did this he applied the needle, in
no particular rush, to her left pussy lip, aiming it
so that it did not come out the other side but
followed the flesh toward her pubis. She was sweating
enormously and her movements were so jerky that she
seemed to be having spasms. He stopped for a moment
to let her waste her energy and come to grips with the
situation.
She couldn't seem to stop moaning.
"You see, every time you make those noises you are
disobedient. The punishment has to start over. And
because you keep being so head-strong in not pleasing
me I have to increase it. I don't want ever again to
have to gag you to silence you. That is your
responsibility. But if we have to take all night long
for you to learn proper discipline then so be it. You
don't want to be here all night, do you, when your
punishment could be over in about an hour? Now, be a
sweet little bitch and show me how obedient you can
become."
This time when he pushed the needle in, into the meat
of her left breast, she tensed and jerked against her
bindings but breathed in rapid gasps, her throat open
like she'd learned in childbirthing classes. He
pushed slowly and the long needle went in so far that
she was sure it would hit a rib. She squirmed in
almost complete panic, but managed to let out no cry,
no squeak, just fast, raspy, shallow pants through the
whole thing. Then he pulled it out again.
"Now you are starting to try to please me. But it
displeases me when you move during your discipline.
You need to control yourself better."
She just lay there, panting with the effects of the
pain and her exertion, her entire body covered in
sweat that now ran in two or three red, hair-thin
rivulets where the pin had been applied. She stared
at him and cried, though silently, because she didn't
think she could control herself and because she
thought he would never stop hurting her.
"Now let's do it again, shall we?" He put the pin to
an inner thigh and pushed into the muscle. She pulled
firmly on each binding, used isometric tension, and
held her head down against the mattress as hard as she
could. After he pulled the pin out he stroked her hair
and her cheek and ran his thumb lightly across her
mouth. He said, "That's much better. You will please
me yet."
She cried some more, noiselessly, and gave a grateful
smile, her face red and tear covered and all. That
was how she finally broke, all at once, silently.
"Now we'll continue. Stick out your tongue, so I can
pierce it."
Afraid, she pushed her tongue out as far as she could.
For this he took a new, longer needle. He put it
against the middle of her tongue and pushed, but it
was a hard drive. She tried to hold her tongue in
place while controlling her voice, but it kept being
pushed over, and in the end he had to hold it with a
dry cloth. There was more pain than during the
earlier stabbings, but she was aware, suddenly, that
she had been drifting. When it was through he left
the pin in for a time, and when she relaxed her tongue
the pin pressed against her upper and lower lips,
which kept her tongue extended.
"Now, I don't think we'll need all those restraints,
do you? Don't move when I loosen them. We're not
done yet, not by a long turn, but I think I can trust
you to hold yourself still for me. Am I right?" She
nodded. Did she comprehend?
She obeyed. She held still for seven more deep
prickings, the last one hard into her pubic bone. She
held silently still for that one, though all her
muscles twitched, holding her arms and legs and head
stiffly out as far and as hard as possible. He put
the implements aside. "We don't need those now. I
can see you're going to be beautifully obedient. A
sweet little bitch. Now let's kiss lovingly." He
bent over her wet face and kissed her deeply, tongue
deep in her mouth, tasting the blood from her
pricking. She had to let him, of course, but she
returned the warmth, sucked his lips and tongue,
explored his mouth as deeply as she could. It was
like kissing a god.
He had her stand. She staggered and he let her lean
against him, her head on his shoulder, while he walked
her to the splendid bathroom. It was an intimate
scene, one of two lovers after an afternoon of sex.
"You need some reward for trying so hard to overcome
yourself. I want you to clean yourself and make
yourself beautiful for me." He had another needle, a
syringe with some fluid in it. He injected her and
almost immediately her head was filled with cotton and
the various aches faded almost entirely away. He
started the Jacuzzi for her and left.
She washed her own hair languidly, then lay in the hot
water. The room filled with steam that settled on the
mirrors. She got out slowly, brushed and flossed her
teeth. She took a razor to the hair on her legs,
underarms, pussy, and ass (so carefully), but she
plucked the hairs around her nipples with a tweezers
she found on the counter, then she lay back in the
water again. She had thoughts of her daughter
hanging, waiting for punishment, of her own torture,
of her husband who had lost them, and of her utter
hopelessness. It was so nice to move her arms around.
The water was glorious.
--Ch. 6
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