Lena's Fall: Volumes Eight through Fifteen of Lena’s Journey

by Alex Carlsbad

  “I will do it, my Master and Lord. But please, please my Lord,” she said her voice breaking up, “My pussy is too delicate. It has never taken a man's member in it, let alone been punished like that. You will kill me.” Tears were pouring down her face now, and yet she looked up at him, her eyes never straying from his. His cock grew immensely seeing her willful submission. For the first time in decades, the overlord wondered if she wasn’t in fact the one for him. The woman who could become his Consort. He hadn’t been planning on taking an official consort for some time. He had simply given up on finding a girl that was appropriately docile and submissive and yet intelligent enough to be a joy to have around. Lena, however, seemed to be all those things, and so much more.

  “Nonsense, sweet girl,” he said using his thumb to wipe away a tear that had started crawling down her cheek. “A woman's pussy can take a lot of punishment and I promise you that by the end you will be feeling much more than pain when I'm done with you. I can sense your juices flowing even now as we speak,” he said and gently kissed away the other droplets from her long eyelashes. “You will feed me your pain, and I will use it to make us both stronger. Go on now sweet girl and lie down.”

  Lena:

  I was beyond afraid. The primal fear the matron in the cave had told me about was palpable and real now. I felt a coppery taste on my tongue and swallowed as I moved towards the odd looking altar feeling the raw wood boards creak under my bare feet as the congregation gasped audibly when I turned and placed my butt on the edge of the altar. I was beyond feeling shame – panic and sheer fright having left no room for any other emotions in my anguished mind.

  In spite of everything and perhaps because of it, I felt my juices flood my pussy as I submissively lay back staring at the high ceiling in the hall and opened up my sex for punishment. I could feel the cold air of the space waft across my pulsating quim. I felt a shadow pass over my me as the form of the Overlord came to tower above me. I could feel him gazing upon my white thighs, my legs spread wide as I held myself clenching my hands behind my knees. I sensed my inner labia pull back and open making me blush deeply from quim to toe. I wondered if my master in the audience could see the moisture glistening along my delicate girlish parts. Surely he could. Perhaps he felt at least a little of the shame and pain I was feeling right now.

  Part of me felt he was to blame. Dr. Branigan was the one who had led me here and surrendered me to this monster. It was only just that he experienced at least some of my guilt and shame. Now I knew why he had been so sad when I had seen him last. I lay back and resigned myself to my whimpers as my eyes glazed over and I waited.

  The Overlord took his time admiring the sweet, pretty pink petals of her blooming flower. He reached down, and her gasp was so loud that it echoed across the gathered crowd as he spread her pink lips and exposed her throbbing little nubbin which shone brightly with her dew. He looked up at her, and their eyes met. She opened her mouth and was about to ask something, no doubt beg for mercy when her intended words morphed into a howl as the first smack came down upon her vulnerable pink center. Oh Lord how it stung! The Overlord’s hand was so big that it was able to cover her entire groin from perineum almost to her navel with every strike. Each one was more painful than the last. Each one hitting the exact same spot as the girl's mouth morphed from a silent O into an image of pure agony as she thrashed her head from side to side. But the Overlord also noticed that she never let go of her hips and in fact held them out wider every time stretching herself for her punishment. Soon her freshly shaved vulva acquired a pink hue. He could only imagine how much it pulsed and hurt with each subsequent stinging slap. He was careful to rein in his strength knowing that he had to spare her for her forthcoming ordeal.

  “Beg me to stop punishing you."

  “Please, my Lord, please stop, please!” Lena wept.

  “Does my sweet slave want her reward for being such a good girl and submitting to her first spanking by me?”

  “Yes, my Lord,” she whimpered weakly exhausted from the experience. Her whole body had broken out in goosebumps, and she was oblivious as the Overlord knelt between her legs. The room gasped loudly, everybody shocked at this unusual act of contrition on his part. He was one of the most powerful men alive and yet here he was kneeling at her feet. The girl, however, didn't hear them, but she whimpered loudly when she felt his fingers once again come down and spread her petals. Lena froze worried that he was about to punish her more but this time he placed a soft wet smooch in the center of her chastened clit. The girl jumped almost a whole inch at the sensation and nearly lost her hold on her thighs. As the Overlord started masterfully swirling his tongue around her red hot pussy, she began to squirm. He paused for a second and used a long thick finger that he squirmed into her quim all the way in until he found her maiden barrier. Feeling his probing digit caused her to freeze and still herself in place as he continued worshiping her clit in slow, determined circles. He didn't want to cause his slave undue distress and to know that her poor pussy would be hurt swollen now, he kept his finger shallowly inside of her without thrusting, but gently using pressure to keep her subdued in place.

  Soon the heat from her spanking melded with the sensations from her licked clit into a new kind of warmth. Lena's eyes closed and her breath started coming shallowly as the warm pressure in her abdomen built upon itself. In the last instant, just before she exploded in climax, she remembered the maintenance instructions.

  “My Lord, please… May I come?” In the heat of the moment, Lena had forgotten all about the gathered crowd and her humiliation and shame and spoken out loud, her voice echoing in the chamber of the old church. Little gasps of adulatory congratulations erupted from the crowd making the girl blush in a delicious rose that covered her entire body.

  “Yes, you may. Sweet kitten. Come for me now.” His voice was like a command, and she exploded and arched her back pushing her pussy up onto the Overlord's hungry mouth as sparks burst behind her eyelids and she felt dizzy and lightheaded as if floating carried away on millions of hands.

  Loud applause erupted drowning out her gasps of ecstasy as she slowly came down from the heights of her passion. Lena was confident that had to be the most shameful moment of her entire life. Slowly she was able to catch her breath and with an effort looked up to see two of the young pregnant women bring over a steaming metal bucket with something that looked like hot shimmering oil inside. She allowed herself an audible wail to escape her trembling lips. She had thought they were done with the punishment, but now she realized that was very far from the case. Dumbfounded she looked helplessly over at the foot of the altar where, by her side, she could feel the tendrils of heat rising to caress her thighs. She was too afraid to ask what would happen next.

  “Hot oil,” the Overlord said matter-of-factly as he reached and took a big rubber glove that he then put on his right hand. “This will seal your submission to me, so to speak. You will give me your pain and in that self-sacrifice, everybody will see the strength and ardor of your submission. For this act of contrition, I will need you to ask for it yourself.”

  “But… but… why, my Lord?” Lena stammered.

  “Because it is the ancient way. It is dictated by tradition – thousands of years of tradition,” he said almost scaring her when he suddenly came to stand by her head holding her chin in his free hand. With his gloved hand, he cupped her face and drank in the image of her agony. His thumb played circles around her cheek before making its way to her lips that he pressed and then entered her mouth. She exhaled cherishing the temporary consolation that sucking on her new master's thumb gave her. “Do you submit to me, Lena? Do you accept to surrender your will and body to me to do with as I please as evidenced by your sacrifice of pain today?” His booming voice seemed to come from all sides of the room all at once. She could see in his eyes the strength of his resolve. When he popped his thumb out from the hot sucking confines of her lips, her young voice echoed a sonorous, “Yes, my Lord, I do!” i
n the chamber.

  Once again the audience burst out in applause, the cries of joy from the guests who seemed to be genuinely impressed with the young submissive’s fortitude and strength of character drowning out her loud sobs. Only master Branigan sank to his knees and silently started crying into his hands. He was happy for the girl but sad that he had lost yet another to the demonic power of somebody bigger and more dominant than himself. All those years ago he had failed to convince Lena's mother to stay with him and now he had lost Lena too. Perhaps it was time for him to leave. In fact, it was probably prudent for him to do so given what he was certain was going to happen next. But perhaps that was also a reason for him to stay. There was still a chance Lena might need him. And even though it was evident she had chosen someone else, he was loath to betray her in case things didn’t go as the Overlord had planned and it turned out she needed some friend to help her out. Dr. Branigan suspected that Lena would be scored with the glove as many times as it took for her to faint thereby sealing her contract of surrender to the overlord. Either that or she would let go of her legs and beg mercy. Of course, then they would merely let her go and honor her as yet another acolyte. Unbeknownst to Lena, she had been led into participating in the full ancient ritual of wifely submission to the Overlord.

  Knowing his little girl, Jack Branigan was confident she wouldn't surrender but would hang on till the very end and thereby become the consort and willing vessel of the leader of the dark society as per ancient tradition.

  The table that looked like a stone altar upon which she had been made to crawl up and lay was too short perhaps intentionally so. Lena had to either keep her neck craned so she could look down between her thighs at the crowd, or if she relaxed – her head would fall back down leaving her to stare upside down at the back of the church. Neither was pleasant, but her curiosity made her want to struggle and look as the Overlord reached down and dipped the thick rubber glove into the boiling oil. Lena tasted blood as she bit her lip trying to silence the scream that was threatening to burst out of the depths of her terrified soul. She saw droplets of sizzling liquid fall off his fingers as he lifted his hand up in the air for all to see. She was afraid. More afraid than she had ever been in her life.

  Lena felt flustered, shocked, in a dazed state of mind to clearly understand what was happening around her. All she knew was that she had to hold herself open as open as possible and not let go of her legs. The first spanking followed by the mind-shattering orgasm had left her exhausted and weak and yet she sought to obey, groaning with effort as she parted her legs and drew them out as widely as she could. The overlord could have, of course, simply had her tied and gagged, but she knew that convincing her mind to obey his wishes bound her stronger to him than any ropes ever could. It was her submission to him, for him, her pain feeding him.

  Holding his hand up above his helpless splayed victim, the Overlord was very cognizant of the fact that the longer he kept waving it aloft, giving the crowd an opportunity to marvel at the oil sizzling and hot dripping from his fingers, the longer he gave the oil time to cool off before he brought down his hand across the innocent’s vulva. In all the coldness of his heart and severity of purpose, the Overlord didn’t want to cause her undue distress beyond what was strictly necessary to shatter her into pieces so he could reassemble her back the way he needed. By the time he was done with her today, Lena would be a different woman. He already knew enough from the way she looked at him to feel confident that she would faint before she surrendered herself to the pain. He was proud of her.

  “Open wide, little one, here it comes.” He spoke the words with love and she felt it.

  When it struck, Lena forgot everything. In that instant, her mind simply short-circuited. All that was left in the entire universe for her to experience were the vibrations of the Overlord’s hand which now lay flat against her, burning her pussy mound, her vulva already swelled up from the initial slaps was now slowly seared as if touched by a flaming hot iron from Hell. Everything happened so fast that she felt the sensations many moments before she heard the deafening almost gunshot-like sound that erupted throughout the room when the glove struck her center.

  She would not give up. Lena looked up misty eyed, her face scrunched into a paroxysm of misery to see the Overlord’s serious face looking down on her. Lena kept whispering "No-no please, no-no, no-no,” and yet she saw herself as he could see her – her hands behind her knees, eager, naked on the altar, pulling her legs open obscenely exposing her virgin flesh for his punishment. The Overlord had just scorched her pussy, yet she did nothing to protect herself or close her legs. She could see the tiny flecks of oily wetness splattered along her abdomen and chest where they had splashed up from the first strike.

  Then she heard it – the crowd spoke in one voice, “One!”

  Now he lifted his hand and unveiled the gleaming angry red flesh underneath as he prepared to punish her again. His bold head and muscled neck tightened and he raised his hand to dip it into the bucket again. Her body squirmed with conflicting emotions – the anticipation of her first fuck, the warm blanket of sensations from the exquisite orgasm the Overlord had just gifted her with his lips, the first spanking he had given her. And now the pain – overwhelming searing scorching life-shattering and transforming pain. It was like a birth, but a birth in the inverse – she was giving birth to herself. Her entire body squirmed from the tips of her toes all the way down and into the most intimate muscles within her bowels as she prepared herself opening her most cherished center for Him.

  The Overlord looked down on the young virgin splayed for him as she lay displaying herself in utter and absolute submission. He was already looking forward to alleviating her pain with his sperm. Few people realized the magical benefits of the male seed and especially his. One of the side effects of his gene-modifying treatments had been an elevation in certain compounds in his ejaculate that when absorbed helped increase the natural regeneration of wounded tissue. He knew that soon after he came upon her chastened center Lena would begin healing and within less than twenty-four hours it would be hard to say she had been spanked at all.

  He would break her and then he would put her together again. Like a beautiful little doll, just the way he liked her.

  Her body was covered in profuse sweat – rivulets trickling down her skin and into the intentionally carved out crevices in the altar from where it dripped into little glass vessels arranged to trap that precious virginal liquid into small vials along its periphery. This would be one of the many precious keepsakes of the day – a virgin’s sweat of submission during her ordeal of the Scourge.

  SMACK! The hand fell splashing across her agonized center feeling like a slithering wet alien tentacle seeking suction into her soul. “Aiiiie!” Her scream echoed like a song from a parallel universe bathing the gathered witnesses with its terror, making more than a few of them weak and pale.

  What Lena didn't realize was that the Overlord was intimately familiar with the effects of the particular punishment she was experiencing. He had worked hard to have the ancient methods of chastisement brought back into the Society because he knew their power well when it came to opening up cloistered minds. He had experienced The Glove himself in fact. During a memorable visit to one particular Middle Eastern sheikhdom, his host – the Sultana, widow of the ruler of the kingdom, had brought out the Glove after dinner one evening and invited him to strike her with it. They had been long time sexual playmates back then, and he had expressed surprise at her offer. " It stimulates and arouses, sweetie," She had explained to him. "I am quite addicted to it in fact," she had laughed.

  Eventually, she had convinced him to try it out himself. He had been more than a little hesitant to do it at first. Especially since she had insisted that its merits were only truly appreciated when the glove was first dipped in hot oil and used across the genitals. "What about the pain?" He had asked her. The Overlord could still remember her laugh even now – it was beautifully sonorous and full o
f genuine merriment – a force of nature unto itself. "The pain, my dear, is the key that unlocks the door into a parallel universe. When Allah invented pain and gifted it to humans, he hid within it the ability to open our simple, limited little minds into understanding the true meaning of existence."

  She had been right – she had used the glove to spank his cock and inner thighs close to his massive scrotum. The pain had been out of this world – unlike anything he had ever experienced. But along with it, immediately after every blow, he had felt an undescribable warmth spread through him. Within less than five minutes, he had a raging hardon in spite of the fact that it exposed more of him to her diabolical hand. Then she had called a servant who had brought out a glove that was able to fit his large hand and he had returned the favor spanking the Queen's thick luscious pussy to the same heights of arousal. When they had fucked later, it had been a maelstrom of experience, something that no human words could ever describe. Now, seeing the blush and the confusion along Lena's blushing face, the Overlord knew well the virgin was beginning to feel the heat as well.

  SMACK! He slapped her again, hot droplets of oil flying quickly across the room, and she cried out, "Aiiiie! Please, no more!" But her voice sounded hollow as if her mind was somewhere else entirely. The Overlord knew that nobody present was aware of his experience with the glove. Most of the other members were cruel sadists whose knowledge didn't begin to scratch the surface of the Society's teachings. He kept slapping her, again and again, seeing the flush of her pussy spread across the pale flesh of her entire lithe little body. He didn't fail to notice that even though she was shaking, her hair disheveled and her breasts quivering and covered in sweat, Lena never let go of her legs displaying herself wide-open for his chastisement. He could see her pussy covered in oil and sweat, and something else. It was engorged with blood, opened like a flower coated by her fluids seeping through her virgin opening, over her labia, dripping down onto her quivering anus. Lena was clearly aroused, and when he glanced up, he saw her desperate look of primal unadulterated lust illuminate her pure features. And then his hand came to trap her pussy. She shuddered and shook immediately and cried as she came at his touch. He could smell her. Everybody could smell now the pure scent of her arousal as it wafted, powerful and sweaty, across the room. Her head lulled and her eyes fluttered and then she fainted.