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This is a repost of Chapter Two of "Silent." It was
published originally appended to Chapter one, and
several readers have been unable to find it.
Copyright by H.Jekyll. Permission is freely granted
to post on any site that does not charge for entrance,
as long as proper attribution is given. The story
should not be read by anyone under the legal age to
read sexually explicit stories, or by anyone in a
location where it is illegal to read such stories.
Send comments, inquiries, requests, and criticisms to:
h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com.
The story is a multi-chapter tale of great cruelty, in
the kidnapping-and-domination genre. Further chapters
will follow.
The following story codes refer to the series, not an
individual chapter:
MF, Ff, MFf, nc, MDom, BD, SM, some scat, etc.
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Silent
H. Jekyll
Chapter Two: The Bathroom.
Hanging. At some time during the night most of the
pains from the whipping had diminished but the pain in
her shoulders and wrists worsened and worsened again
so that she couldn't sleep. She moved into and out of
consciousness, her exhaustion playing a game with her
pain. She had tried to move her shoulders once or
twice, and the hurt had been so terrible that she just
hung. When she came out of her little unconscious
moments she heard herself moaning, the only sound she
could hear. When conscious she moaned louder. At
some point her toes touched the floor. Something in
the ropes or in her had stretched, and she took a
little pressure off her shoulders and wrists, though
her calves soon cramped up. She was dreadfully
thirsty. He mouth was dry and saliva had stopped
dripping around the ball gag. Everything smelled
sour.
He was removing the cap, gag and earplugs. She
blinked then followed everything he did. She hadn't
known he was there. Had she slept after all?
Yesterday's emotional storm was gone with her
strength, but he was like a dangerous god: she feared
him and needed him. He untied her feet and she moved
her legs together. When he loosened the ropes holding
up her arms the pain from the shift in position of her
shoulders was so great that she cried aloud and
staggered. She slipped, which yanked her arms back
up, and this hurt so much that she blacked out.
When she awoke she was lying completely untied on a
small bed, her arms by her sides. She couldn't move
her shoulders. She wondered where he was, saw him
working on something, tinkering. What would he do to
her now? He walked over to her, squatted down with
his face two inches above hers and said softly: "Now
you'll obey me completely, won't you? In everything."
They were statements, not questions.
She just looked up at him and nodded a tiny nod. Her
mouth was so dry. She tried to say "water," couldn't
at first get the word out, then managed to more or
less croak it. At that he smiled a beautiful, warm
smile and said: "You're disobeying me already. I
told you not to talk unless I gave permission. I see
I will have to punish you again." She lay still, her
face looking like she was crying, but there were no
tears. She opened and closed her mouth several times,
licked her lips, tried to swallow.
He made her get up. Because she couldn't use her
shoulders she had to work to roll off the bed and to
her feet. She felt weak and light-headed, as well as
so thirsty. Her stomach hurt. He walked her out of
the gray room, she padding along passively, down a
gray hall, turned left through a door, and then they
were in a magnificent bathroom. It was brightly lit,
with black and teal tiles, and was warm. It had a
lovely profusion of sinks, a modern toilet, and a
sunken bathtub with -- she would find -- a Jacuzzi.
"Now you can drink." He lifted the seat of the
toilet and gestured toward it. For a moment she did
nothing, looked at it stupidly, then at him, then at
it again, as though it were a practical joke and he
would soon say "joke's over." But it wasn't. "You
have to the count of ten to get all the water you can
lap up, not using your hands. After that it's another
day before you can drink again." Her eyes got big,
but at the count of "one" she streaked to the john.
It took her two more counts to get her head far enough
in, with her shoulders hurting so, but she lapped
quickly and not expertly, getting water up her nose
and coughing. It was so good. At the count of ten he
commanded "stop" but she kept drinking, so he grabbed
her and slammed her against a wall. "That's a second
punishment you have coming. We will tally them up
during the day." There were stars meandering about
her field of vision.
He made her sit in what she took for a broad hair
stylist's chair. She tried to steel herself for what
he would do to her next, but she never expected what
happened -- he simply reclined the chair and washed
her hair, and expertly. His strong hands were very
gentle, and she noticed that his fingers were smooth,
soft even. As weak and tired as she was he almost
caused her to drift out. He used a blow-dryer. Then
he took a wash rag and gave her a complete sponge
bath. Hot soapy water, a thorough scrub, then hot
clear water. Her body was covered with parallel
bruises and welts from the whipping, so that sometimes
this hurt her.
When he was done with that he got a razor and shaving
gel. "I'm going to make you beautiful," he told her,
and began to shave her underarms, her legs, the few
darks hairs around her nipples, and her muff. It took
him a long time on the muff, so thick was it, and it
looked bizarre when he was done. It made her feel
more naked. Except for being darker and larger her
vagina looked almost like a little girl's. It was at
exactly that moment that she realized she had not
thought of her own little girl since right after she
had arrived at this dreadful place. She turned her
head aside and cried for the first time that day, in
grief at what she now knew her daughter must have
experienced. She prayed to God to let them both die.
Alas, the answer was no.
He suddenly splashed an astringent on his hands and
rubbed her pussy thoroughly. She grunted and moved her
hips and legs, though she couldn't bring herself to
try completely to move away. He next applied baby
lotion, rubbing it outside and inside her lips,
pushing his fingers up into her vagina, softly
caressing the nub of her clitoris. She held herself
as still as she could; after a few minutes she felt a
stirring, just for a moment, and she couldn't let him
know that. He didn't show whether he noticed, but
told her to stand. He gave her a toothbrush and
toothpaste and told her to clean her mouth. When she
was done he made her do it again, and brush her poor
tongue, the roof of her mouth, and the insides of her
cheeks. He made her floss. She could use her
shoulders a little, finally, but the flossing hurt
them a lot. Then he had her use mouthwash.
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"Now you're ready to practice discipline," he said.
"Your job is to learn to control yourself and to
please me. Kneel on the floor, head down in your arms,
ass in the air." She knew he would begin abusing her
again, now, and that he would be inside of her again.
The past half hour there had been no real physical
cruelty, and she had begun thinking that maybe she
would be okay if she just cooperated with him., and
maybe after that first rape it would get easier to
take. But what did he mean by "discipline?"
She knelt on a luxurious bath mat, head on her arms
and eyes closed. She was so tired, and so weak, that
even though her thirst was returning she almost fell
asleep right there. Then he was playing with her ass,
caressing it and making light circles around her anus
with his fingers. She liked it when her husband did
that; a few times he had pushed a finger up into her,
which had hurt a little and had excited her. She had
wondered if he would like to sodomize her, something
their pastor had been railing about. Her captor
pushed a lubricated finger well up into her, then two,
which caused her to utter a little sighing gasp. Then
his two thumbs, which he twisted back and forth, She
grunted at this and began trying to tighten her anus.
It hurt, it hurt! Despite her resolve to be silent,
she started asking him to slow down. "Please, just
let me get used to it. I'll do what you want.
Please, I'll be obedient. I'll help." He rammed
three fingers into her and she yelled. He pulled
away. Then he talked to her, as usual very softly.
"The inside of your ass is as soft as wet chamois
cloth. I intend to enjoy fucking it frequently, and I
will teach you how to maximize the enjoyment of the
man who is fucking you there. You may come to enjoy
it yourself. Who knows? But that isn't the major
consideration. We will clean it out thoroughly,
because it is filthy. Look at this!" He held his
fingers out to her. They had smudges of feces on
them, particularly around the nail of his long left
finger. He continued. "Smell this," and he put his
fingers up to her face. She could hardly have missed
that smell of shit. "Now, I am extremely disappointed
in that outburst you just made. The penalty for all
of that will be to have a complete repetition of
yesterday's punishment, on top of your other
punishments." He stopped to let her consider this,
and when she did she fell over on her side. It would
kill her! She couldn't do it! She couldn't! He
continued: "Or, because I am a merciful man, I will
forgo that punishment, if you will be so kind as to
use your sweet mouth to clean off my hands, a finger
at a time. You have to the count of ten to decide.
One."
She sat up on her knees and reached for his right
hand, the cleaner-looking one. She didn't know if she
could do this either. She prayed again to be allowed
to die. She took his right hand, pulled it softly to
her mouth, and began licking the little finger. It
didn't seem to have been used on her. "No, suck and
lick it with authority. Treat it like the sweet
little prick on your husband."
She sucked it in deeper and ran her tongue around it.
In and out. It was salty at first. Then the ring
finger. In and out. She was a despicable shit
herself. She did everything this monster told her.
She was going to do this thing. She hated herself.
She was so afraid of what he might do, of what he had
done and could do again. She was putting her lips up
to the long finger. It looked clean, but it smelt of
shit, her shit. Oh you coward! She took the whole
finger in, and it tasted slightly of shit. She wanted
it deep because she thought the finger tip and nail
would have the most taste and she wanted them far from
her taste buds. But he made her take it in and out,
and actually the end was no worse.
His index finger had brown on it, a smudge on the
side. She hesitated, then her fear brought obedience
and she sucked it in entirely. The shit was strong
tasting, her tongue pushed at it and it felt gritty.
She retched, a deep, gut-wrenching gag, and made a
sound like flatulence in her throat. She held the
finger in her mouth and tried to control herself and
to dilute the shit. She heaved again and had to stop
for a moment. She took the finger in and out,
swallowing.
His voice was beautiful, modulated and deep. He
said: "This is how I like you best, how you please me
the most. Working to overcome yourself, trying to be
able to eat shit for me. Your mouth feels so good
when you heave. You abase yourself well. It will be
very good when I fuck your ass and then have you clean
all your shit off my prick with your sweet mouth. I'm
getting incredibly hard thinking about it."
She took the thumb in. In was like the long finger
and so was easier to suck. She seemed to have control
of her stomach again. She couldn't tell if she'd
gotten the finger clean because a miasma of shit hung
around her mouth. She moved to the little finger of
his left hand. She was getting close to the long left
finger. When she got there she heaved again, gained
control, then did it again. She made guttural sounds
when she did it. She managed to get the finger into
her mouth and to get the largest part of shit off,
then retched again and had to hold herself perfectly
still for a moment. Her eyes were watering. She had
shit on her tongue and had to swallow, but she
couldn't at first. Finally it all went down. It was
really only a tiny amount. There was no more shit
after that.
When he let her up she ran to the toilet and hung
over it, heaving horribly, but only a little, almost
clear, mucus came up. She hadn't eaten in a full day,
and the small amount of water she'd gotten was gone
already. He said, "I didn't tell you to expel any of
the shit. We will add that to your tally of
disobedience." Limp on the porcelain, she cried a
dry, moaning cry onto the back of one hand.
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He made her get up and sit back on her ankles. He
would use her now that she was completely debased. It
was too good to waste. There would be time for more
later, as well, but this would be the best. He liked
to have his captives suck him once they were
reasonably cowed. It was better than just raping
them, because the mouth really was the center of their
being, because they hated it more, and because they
had to actively work to give him pleasure instead of
just lying there like they could being fucked.
He undressed, as before carefully folding his
clothing. He walked over to her, his stiff penis
pointing at her. "My sweet kitten, you're going to
suck me now. You need to be very, very good and very,
very sweet, and give me maximum pleasure. I'll
instruct you as you go, but I don't tolerate any
slacking. Use that pretty mouth of yours for what it
was intended -- to pleasure the man who masters you.
This will give you the chance to take part in your own
domination."
She reached up the short distance to his prick and
pulled it slightly downward to her mouth. She did not
hesitate, would not hesitate for anything he demanded
now. She took the head in her mouth. It was so much
larger around than her husband's that she had to open
her mouth especially wide to take it in. She
remembered the running commentary of her friends, that
any rapist must have a tiny cock that wouldn't
interest a woman. He was uncircumcised, and the head
was slippery with pre-cum. It tasted just like her
husband's penis, a little like bitter urine and a bit
of an off, meaty flavor. She tried to be good,
remembering what her husband especially liked, using
her tongue and cheeks, tickling his shaft with her
fingers, tickling his balls. She didn't generally
like fellatio, but she loved her husband and it
excited him. She would do anything but let him come
in her mouth. But her captor would do that, she was
sure. Could it be any worse than the shit?
Usually when she sucked her husband they followed with
straight fucking, but a few times she had sucked him
right to orgasm, pulled him out of her mouth at the
last possible moment, and pumped him onto his belly.
She was fascinated by what it did on its own, jumping
on its own, pulsating in her hand, and spitting out
slime. It made her think of an eel. They followed
with him using a vibrator on her, while she thought
about taking his semen in her mouth, secretly wishing
she were brave enough to do it at least once.
He pushed his penis deep into her mouth and it choked
her. He pulled out most of the way and she licked and
sucked just the head. More fluid seeped out of the
hole, and she swallowed it. She concentrated: please
him, pleasure him, be good, do it right. She tickled
his balls and pumped the shaft into her mouth. He
held her head and moved his dick deep into her again,
then out. She tried to time her breathing to his
thrusts. He was going faster. Then he pushed it far
in and twitched it in and out rapidly and spurted cum
into her mouth. He was saying "yes, yes" almost
breathlessly. The penis spurted only at the start,
then flowed. The cum was surprisingly aromatic. She
couldn't do anything but swallow and swallow, and when
he was finished he made her keep the dick in her mouth
for several minutes, while it shrank back down. She
had done it and she was sure she had pleased him. It
hadn't been as bad as she had thought. It hadn't made
her nauseous.
She knelt before him with his penis in her mouth,
sucking slightly until it softened completely and was
a warm, soft mass that fit completely inside her. He
kept one hand on her head, holding her all the way to
him, so her nose was pushed into his public hairs and
her forehead pushed against his soft, belly skin. She
kept one hand on his balls and the other resting flat
against one of his thighs. Her mouth was filled with
the flavor of semen and penis, and her nose with the
musk odor of his lower body. A small amount of semen
continued to seep out of him, and she continued to
suck it down. It was more intimate than she had ever
been with a man in her entire life.
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Finally he stepped away from her, his penis slipping
from her mouth. He had a very slight smile. "You
will be rewarded for that," he told her, and her heart
soared for the briefest time. "You will please me
well, I'm sure. Now there are things to do. Keep
obeying completely like that, so that you don't add to
you punishments." At that she shrank back into
herself, and her head drooped.
He told her to get back into the position with her
head down and her ass up. When she did he lubricated
her anus with something and threaded a hose into her.
She knew it would be an enema. She hadn't had one
since the period after the birth of her son. Her
captor fiddled with something at a sink and warm
liquid began pouring into her. When there was as much
liquid in her as she remembered she expected it to
stop, but it didn't. She became fuller. She made a
squeaking gasp to get his attention without speaking,
but he let it continue. She was too full; her belly
cramped. He let more in.
When finally he shut off the flow and pulled the hose
out of her rectum she was moaning again and swinging
her hips back and forth to try to reduce the pressure.
She stared at the toilet. Her captor, though,
caressed her back and her flanks and told her to hold
herself still. Didn't he know how much he had put in
her?
He told her to stand and she did, stiff legged, her
butt held tightly in a knot to help keep her ass
closed. "Go stand in the tub," he told her. "You're
going to practice discipline. Hold the water in for
thirty minutes."
Her eyes were wild. She stepped into the tub, holding
herself as tightly as she could. She held her belly
with her arms. She couldn't stop it. He had put
something else in her besides water. She held and
held and all of a sudden water and feces exploded from
her, splattering on the tub floor and sides, spraying
her legs with detritus. After the first burst there
were two shorter ones, less violent, that splashed
straight onto the tub floor. The smell of shit
covered any other smell. She felt the urge to shit
more, but nothing more came out, so she just stood
swaying among the feces and water, not knowing what to
do. Meanwhile, her captor stood across the bathroom,
leaning against a sink, his arms crossed casually.
"Oh, you're a very bad little girl. Couldn't last
even five minutes, could you? Your daughter is much
more disciplined than you are." She swung her head
toward him. What? He went on: "I don't think she'll
like how poorly you performed. Maybe I'll let her
help with your punishment -- lord knows you've just
gotten a lot more added on, with this sorry
performance."
"Well, what shall we do? You're already filthy, so why
don't you just carry it around with you as a reminder?
That's right, pick up some nice big pieces. Smear
them on your face. Do it now! Now all over your
tits! On your cunt! Do it immediately or I'll whip
the skin right off your worthless cunt! Now run it
through your hair."
He was rushing her, making her terror and
self-loathing increase. When she had finished what he
told her, he had her put her arms behind her back and
he cuffed them. He attached a dog collar and a leash
and walked her out of the bathroom into a gray hall
and to another gray room. She was dizzy, and sick
with the smell, while he had gotten another erection.
The room had several pieces of exercise equipment.
"We're going to work on that flab every day," he said.
He made her get on a treadmill. She couldn't lean on
the front bar because her hands were bound behind her.
He started the treadmill, then increased the speed,
and she ran out of steam almost immediately. She
started to stumble, so he got a large, leather paddle
and hit her on the flanks, the belly, the back, all
over. It kept her going, gasping and staggering,
until she fell hard to the floor of the treadmill and
was pushed off by it.
She lay on the cement floor of the room, no longer
responding to the paddle with anything but breathless
cries. In a bit he stopped. He left her for a
moment, then made her get up. He used the leash to
walk her back to the original room, a walk that took
some doing, as she kept stumbling and her knees kept
giving out. In the room he inserted ear plugs,
attached the gag, and pulled down the stocking mask.
He tied her feet apart to the same ropes as the
previous night. She was swaying and seemed ready to
fall. He uncuffed her arms, cuffed them to the ropes
over her head, and pulled them upward until she was
airborne again. Now, finally, she bleated like a
sheep and twisted her body back, forth, for a few
minutes, then finally just hung and moaned like last
night. Everything smelled of shit, but she hardly
noticed it. He turned off the light and left her in
the dark.
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