Lightning lit the room up to reveal the only girl he ever wanted. He walked to each limb and untied her. He carried her limp body outside. Each step he took to the cemetery was a step of release, he placed her body on the ground as he dug her grave. The rain poured down and he continued to shovel the fresh earth into a pile. Hours passed; finally her resting place was complete. He picked her up one last time, he kissed her lips and noticed the blue color of her flesh.
“The final release.” He whispered in her ear. He placed her in the shallow grave under the giant oak tree and threw a single red rose on top of her body. He peered into the freshly dug hole looking at her face to see what appeared to be a smile. He grabbed the shovel and slowly threw dirt onto her corpse. Thunder continued to roar as he finished his dark task. Dripping wet he walked back to his house and made his way to his room completely satisfied with the nights end. He slept soundly that night unlike any other time he could recall. The next morning he awoke gazing out the windows to reveal under the giant oak tree, the freshly packed earth. What shocked him to the core was to see, what appeared to be an entire bush of wild red roses that bloomed overnight on her freshly dug grave.
“You’re mine now, for eternity.” Darkeel said as he sipped his coffee on the balcony of his mansion. He knew that she was the only one that was brave enough to release him; completely.
Solitary
Written by Belladonna
She awoke from her drug induced slumber without sight or mobilization. Head aching, covered in sweat and consumed by fear. The side effects of the unknown substance coursing through her veins. She screams in an English accent.
“Where the fuck am I?!”
Pain. Silence. She cringed in agony, her head throbbing. Being blindfolded had its disadvantages. As she sat immobilized and clouded by darkness she pondered what got her here in the first place. She had no concept of time, if it was day or night, where she was now was a complete mystery and all she had was time to think.
The last thing she remembered was being in that club. A club filled with scantily clad women with an eternal thirst for sadistic torture, submission and blood. Donna always was a prized possession for all the truly sadist females living behind the veil of darkness. The absolute epitome of sex appeal and true masochism.
Her long raven locks of hair swaying from side to side as she felt the pounding of Athamay coursing through her soul. Her cat like eyes and mischievous grin oozing with thoughts of pain and torture. Torture for a tortured soul, she relished in that. If only she could find a Mistress that could fulfill her every depraved desire. The pounding continued all eyes were on Donna and her heaving breasts. As the music coursed through her body the vultures craved her fresh meat.
Preoccupied in her fantasies of lust and torture she didn’t see the woman that had been watching her for years. Donna came into that club every night since she was old enough to hypnotize the employees with her sex appeal. She had always been able to keep all eyes on her even from an early age. With that said she never noticed the owner, and intoxicated in this atmosphere she had no idea that the owner was a woman. A woman that would have Donna for her taking when the urge for torture became too much. Too much for fantasy she needed fresh meat for the taking and Donna was the perfect specimen for her new personal endeavor.
She heard the creaking of what sounded like a very heavy, metal door. She screamed in frustration.
“Where the fuck am I?! And what the fuck is going on!”
She was immediately slapped hard across the face. The pain made her whimper like a small canine, disciplined like the little bitch that she was. Her face stung and her headache intensified. Her blindfold was removed to reveal a candle lit torture chamber. A figure clothed in black from head to toe removed her blindfold. She was shaking in utter fear. She began to open her mouth when the tall muscular figure put his index finger over his lips and gestured the sign of silence. She wisely decided to keep her mouth shut since she was in no position to be making demands. She began to look around. It was a tower room of some sort.
The room had no windows and was lit only by candle light. She was strapped spread eagle on her back and naked to a medical table. This table was meant for control. Every one of her joints had been tightly secured with leather straps, including her neck.
The only choice she had was to lie still and look around as much as her eyes would let her. Candle light never was good for seeing torture devices clearly if anything they made them more intimidating. Peering around the tower, she saw a table on her left with all sorts of medical tools, things she hadn’t even seen in a surgeon’s room. Things she did recognize such as scalpels and syringes covered in blood, and tools that looked so ancient and painful that she could only ponder with curiosity. Next to that was a St. Andrews Cross, black like her soul, covered in shards of glass, stainless steel spikes and razor blades, her heartbeat quickened and her clitoris throbbed.
Next to that was something that she thought would only reveal itself to her in her darkest depraved fantasies. A reproduction of Elizabeth Bathory’s very own iron maiden, or was it a reproduction? She wasn’t sure but her fear and lust intensified. The door of the medieval torture device was slightly cracked to reveal freshly sharpened spikes, and layers of blood coating the entire device. The entire place had scratch marks and blood that was left to dry as a lovely reminder of all of the girls that had been sacrificed in this very tower.
Within the confines of this tower was a giant wooden trunk, it looked ancient sitting next to the iron maiden with a clear glass pitcher of what looked to be fresh blood. Beside that was an offering of bread. A giant pentacle hung above that, she then realized it was an altar, and this tower room was an offering to the Goddess Lilith. There we’re all sorts of interesting items on this altar, what appeared to be bones that used to be fingers. There we’re feathers and crystals the pitcher of blood next to the loaf of freshly baked bread, all resting on a tapestry of red velvet.
A small slot on the door opened to reveal a pair of hypnotic eyes. The pare eyes in all their changing glory appeared to smile, smile in a very sinister way. The metal slot slammed shut and she could hear a female voice speaking with somebody. Feeling nauseous from the drugs she leaned over and began to vomit onto the stone floor. The door creaked slowly, painfully open. The metal door slammed with such force that it made a loud echo against the stone wall that made Miss Donna shudder. All she saw was darkness; she peered into it to see whom or what was going to enter, feeling scared in this vulnerable state. Silence. Complete silence. The sound of a pair of heels on stone, Donna was very fond of the sound, her body ached for it.
The sound of heels on the stone floor grew closer and closer, Donna’s heartbeat quickened with each step. There was a beautiful cloaked woman in shades of black, crimson hair and crimson lips on porcelain white skin, her eyes put Donna in a trance, she hardly even noticed the vomit all over her face. Perky tits and a gloved hand were the first thing that grazed her naked flesh, Donna shuddered these eyes felt so familiar yet she could not place who they belonged to. The gloved hand grabbed her by her long locks and slammed her head against the table.
“You fucking bitch, I just had this place cleaned for your arrival, only a cunt would disgrace my tower with such filth.”
Donna enraged not ever being completely out of control did the one thing she could still, she spat in the veiled woman’s face.
“Fuck you.” She said with a devilish grin and laughed that arrogant laugh.
Immediately the veiled woman forced her hand on Donna’s lips. She leaned in so close that Donna could feel the woman’s rage deep inside her.
“You will regret that you little cunt.”
She slammed her head against the table and walked towards the table of surgical devices. Donna shrieked in pain, not from the blow of the table but that of the drugs coursing through her throbbing head. She began saying anything and every
thing she could possible, to anger the veiled woman; but of course nothing worked. The clank and clatter of metal was echoing throughout the room and Donna had no choice but to sit and wait. Wait to see what this mysterious woman had in store for her. The night was young and the torture hadn’t even begun, she felt the hand of death inside the pit of her stomach. Donna knew something was going to happen but even her instinct couldn’t have warned her enough. The veiled woman turned around her veil gone, the look in Donna’s eyes was utter shock.
“You!’” She exclaimed but nothing followed.
The veiled woman smiled with complete and utter satisfaction with needle and steel thread in gloved hand.
“But of course my dear, I’ve had my eye on you ever since you walked in that cold foggy night years ago. Now I will show you what your true purpose is in life. Donna was your Christ given name, there is no Christ here to save you my dear. Heaven does not exist, just a twisted delusion created by greedy man to keep profit in his pocket.”
She continued, “Hell is the realm that I belong to my little specimen and the reason why you are here is simple...fate. You will discover your purpose in this incarnation and I am here to show you your way. Welcome to the Realm of Paradox Slave Fate.”
It all suddenly hit her in an overwhelming mass of memories. She remembered that intriguing rich woman at the club lingering near the bar. The women were all afraid of her and nobody ever questioned why she was there. She never danced, just watched, peering into the souls of those on the dance floor. Those too tainted by human poisons to even observe what was really going on.
“You were watching me!” Donna said in shock.
“Not watching my dear, hunting.” She began to laugh.
“You will see my dear, in time.”
Donna flashed back into her mind and remembered always being the center of attention, getting what she wanted with the bat of an eye. That night was different, she felt as if nobody wanted her anymore. Sitting at the bar frustrated, not caring about all of those that have worshiped her in the past, her only concern… she wanted more. The beautiful woman that worked behind the bar set down a glass of the most expensive Absinthe in the entire Country.
“This is from Mistress Belladonna.”
Donna not caring who or where this Mistress was, greedily relished in the expensive mind-altering drink. She drank it quickly and felt a burst of deviousness. She went back to the dance floor, Unaware that this delicious glass of liquor was laced with a strong tranquilizer. The drug coursing through her veins as she danced, relishing in the fact that people were lusting for her. She began to stumble, the entire club began to look very odd, very frightening. She stumbled to the bathroom and leaned against the wall, out of nowhere appeared a very tall man, muscular with blonde hair, pretty boy features and gorgeous blue eyes dressed in a security uniform. He smiled an evil smile and picked her up. At the exact time Mistress Belladonna met his evil grin with hers and they both exited the club through separate doors. The music continued and so did all the women dancing in this hidden establishment.
Donna peered into the darkness speechless and stunned. She never saw it coming. She was abruptly pulled out of her drugged recollection to a loud noise. It was the door, it didn’t creak this time it slammed hard against the tower wall. Donna jumped yet didn’t move and inch. A towering figure appeared in the entrance, Donna’s worst fears jumped into mind.
“Is he going to fuck me?!” The thoughts coursed through her head.
This was the worst fear of any woman that craved only female flesh. He stood an intimidating six foot four inches, with a hangman’s hood. Piercing blue eyes we’re the only thing that we’re of color on this man shrouded in black. Long rubber butchers gloves adorned his massive hands and forearms. His skintight clothing revealed she was going to be ripped to pieces by his massive cock. He approached Mistress Belladonna with a presence that sent chills up Donna’s spine. Discarding his hood, He firmly gripped the domina by the nape of her neck and forced a long kiss onto her mouth. She moaned in submissive ecstasy a side of her that was for his viewing pleasure only. To feel his satisfaction on her lips was all she needed. She did what she was told and he was satiated with her taste in victims. He peered into her eyes and formed a sinister grin.
“I’ve trained you well Belladonna. You found such a pretty piece of flesh.” With these words appeared a smile of content on her face.
“Thank you Master Darkeel, I do what I can to please your cravings.”
She was no longer Mistress with him here. She was and had always been his minion. The one that he molded with his ideals. The one that did his biddings upon request, stripped of morals and values. A slave in complete and utter submission, everything he ever wanted. Belladonna walked towards Donna with needle and steal thread. Donna’s eyes grew wide in fear. She started to squirm as much as she could which wasn’t much at all. With each step they took towards her Donna’s fears grew, the evil that was in this tower was an evil that she was never prepared for.
“What are you going to do with that?!” Donna screamed at Belladonna
Master Darkeel immediately grabbed her face and forced her head to the table. She was completely immobile, they both laughed in sadistic tones. The tears poured out of her eyes and streamed down her alabaster flesh. Belladonna set the needle and wire on her bare chest. Her breaths were shallow and quick she grazed her cheek with her long red nails. Dragging them down her neck and tits she licked her lips and peered into her master’s eyes. Her gaze traveled to his pants and lingered on his rock hard bulge.
“Mmm Master likes this Miss Donna and what Master Darkeel wants. I make sure he gets, do you understand?”
Trailing her fingers down her stomach to her pussy mound. Donna was furious enraged that a man would be pleasured by her body in anyway. She spit at Belladonna, the liquid hit her cheek and before Donna could say a word her face was jolted by the pain of a very hard slap across the face. Belladonna enraged wiped her cheek and grabbed the needle and wire.”
“Hold the cunt down Master I will give her what she deserves.”
Darkeel firmly held her head in place against the table, gripping her jaw to stay closed. Belladonna grabbed her lips harshly and pierced her bottom lip, then upper lip; at one side and began sewing her mouth shut. Donna’s muffled screams of agony we’re no match for the sadistic pair, trying to move was proven useless and her mouth was slowly, and painfully wired shut. Belladonna double stitched the cunt’s mouth to make sure no more fluids would escape. Darkeel was pleased his hunger for sadism was long overdue and this is precisely what his soul craved.
“Very good my pet.” A sinister grin spread across his face with a gleam of evil in his eyes.
He reached for the needle and thread. The stone floor echoed with his powerful steps as he approached the specimen’s tits. Mistress Belladonna reached behind her on the medical table for a latex nurse’s mask, black with a blood red cross on the front. She walked towards the specimen with a gleam of excitement and cruelty. Darkeel met her evil eyes with a smile reaching his long strong arms over and grazing her chin with his fingers.
“Clamp.” Darkeel instructed Belladonna.
She grabbed a pair of long metal clamps and handed them to Master. Her long latex gloved fingers gripped Slave Fates nipple. He clamped down firmly and pierced the tender flesh, Donna whimpered. Belladonna firmly gripped her other tit and held it tight for her beloved Master. He forced the needle through and Donna’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy. Belladonna adorned the holes with silver metal rings. Darkeel was pleased with the jewels and stood back and watched as his creation, his slave, Belladonna made her vicious fantasies come to fruition. She walked into the next room to a fireplace with red hot embers she reached for the shovel and took a small cauldron full of embers out, and with that a flaming red branding iron with a pentagram and inverted ankh in the center. She walked into the tower room and saw he
r Master and all his manly glory he was sitting in his favorite chair the chair that he always sat in to watch specimens tortured. Belladonna missed seeing that look in his eye that look of freedom and power that look that possessed his soul when he saw a woman in a vulnerable state. She set down the cauldron of red hot embers and the branding iron and seductively walked across the room to her god.
“It’s been so long since I’ve held you in my mouth, I beg you give me the pleasure once again Master.”
She dropped to her knees like the whore she was; the whore she was, only for him. Her gloved fingers unzipping his pants. His hard member of generous proportions was throbbing and begging for her mouth. His breath grew heavy and that look of pure lust resonated from within him. He slapped her hard across the face and gripped the back of her hair with a force that brought a shriek from Belladonna he slammed her mouth onto his firm cock and groaned in utter bliss. She furiously gagged on his cock pressing her lips hard around his engorged member and forcing it in and out of her mouth as fast as she could. Swiveling her mouth side to side tormenting every inch of his dick. Suckling on the aching head and looking him directly in the eye with a cock hungry smile on her face. Her long crimson nails gently held his balls close to his body. He grunted, his body jerked and his hand gripped harder onto the back of her head. With a gasp of air Belladonna said in utter submission.
“Fill me with your glory Master!”
Master Darkeel’s eyes fluttered as he blew his massive load in her throat. She gagged and swallowed lustfully cleaning his cock with her mouth and tongue relishing in every drop of cum spilt. Darkeel’s heart was beating fast, his breath heavy, he was satiated. She wiped her lips and looked down at a smear of cum on her hand, she looked her Master in the eye and licked up the mess with a smile.
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