“It is a privilege to serve you Master Darkeel.”
Donna waited anxiously for what was to happen next she had her eye on the branding iron and cauldron of red hot pokers during the entire sexual act. Donna lied there, Stiff in fear. Mistress Belladonna dusted her knees off and picked up where she left off.
“Awww where we’re we?”
“That’s right I was about to brand you as my own.” She smiled that deviant smile.
She grabbed a pair of steel tongs and held the embers over Donna’s restrained head, lingering around her eyes. Donna shook in fear.
“I could blind you my dear, all it takes is one slip of the finger and you’ll be in utter darkness until you’re food for the worms.”
Mistress Belladonna reached down under the table, a handle and crank appeared. She began to turn, Donna and the table began to rise, higher and higher with each notch on the wheel. Donna and the table suddenly stopped. Mistress Belladonna kept cranking the handle, Donna’s legs began to separate. The farther and farther they separated and the more muffled screams of agony were echoed throughout the ominous tower. She was stretched so far that her legs we’re straddled, the pain was smeared all over Donna’s face her eyes watered and squinted and her thighs began to tremble.
“Now my dear we must remove this filthy hair. Only bitches have hair and I never experiment on bitches. Stay very still my dear or you will be in excruciating pain.”
Mistress Belladonna picked up the tongs with the hot ember and began singing each section of pubic hair on Donna’s pussy. Donna wide eyed and in utter fear was so nervous she held her breath the entire time. She set her head down and one of the hot embers fell right into her wet pink pussy. Instead of screaming she moaned in utter ecstasy it was the only thing that’s touched her cunt all night, or day; she was unaware how long she’d been there. Time didn’t exist anymore.
“Awww look Master, the cunt wants to be fucked like the whore she is.”
Master Darkeel walked towards Donna on the table, the fear grew strong in her soul, she had foreseen what was about to happen ever since she laid eyes on him earlier that night. He walked in between her thighs grazing his fingers all over her body. She was disgusted, full of utter rage. She began to squirm as hard as she could, but it did no good, with each jerk the straps automatically got tighter and tighter. Darkeel was pleased, he’d take away the one thing she ever had complete and utter control of, who would have the privilege to fuck her.
Mistress Belladonna grabbed the hot embers and set them on Donna’s new nipple rings, they began to heat up very quickly and the scalding temperature made Donna turn every shade of red, her face flushed with pain. Mistress Belladonna lingered on the other nipple the heat intensified right when she thought that she was going to pass out from pain. Darkeel’s cock rammed into her tight pink pussy. She screamed, ripping her wire stitching the blood trickled down her lips. Darkeel pumped hard, dominating her from within, his throbbing cock stretched her pussy, the pussy that was pure to all males. He fucked furiously, the loud smacking of flesh on flesh filled the room and the hunger for forbidden fruit made Master Darkeel cum harder than he’d ever came before.
At that exact moment Belladonna ripped the wire thread from her lips, she screamed as blood squirted all over her and down her lips and chest. Mistress Belladonna’s sinister laugh filled the tower room and Darkeel grunted in ecstasy.
“Broken in properly like a well-bred slut, that’s precisely what you deserved.”
Master Darkeel zipped up his pants and walked towards the table and grabbed a pair of sheers. As Donna lay there is anger and disgust he sheered her long raven locks off to within an inch from her skull. The long gorgeous strands of hair floated to the floor, Donna wept in disappointment. Her beauty was stripped from her. The one thing that she used to manipulate those around her into the puppets she always wanted. Mistress Belladonna began shaving her head bald, the tears flowed to the stone grout in the floor. The buzzing of an unknown machine came from the dark master’s direction. Donna’s head now smooth as the day she was born would now be adorned with a number, a number that would haunt her to her grave, a number that when she was intoxicated called to her darkest side. Master Darkeel began tattooing the phrase SF#666. This number made no sense to Donna when Mistress Belladonna showed it to her in a small hand mirror. Mistress Belladonna looked at her with a look of amazement.
“You don’t know what this is my dear? It’s your number, I’ve had many slaves that found their fate in The Realm of Paradox. You have by far been the darkest specimen I’ve ever found. With your ridiculous obsessions with Satan, 666 is the mark of the beast and you my dear are the closest thing to a beast that has ever graced my physical presence.”
Donna speechless and racking her brain for every memory of her dark days, doing lines of coke and worshiping the dark prince. She never knew that her darkness would manifest into her demise. The table began to slowly drop towards the floor the clanking of the wheel was swift and the table bluntly stopped with a jolt. Mistress Belladonna grabbed a cattle prod nearby.
“Now my dear I’m going to untie you. Try anything and I will send pain through your flesh that will make you wish you’d never been born.”
Master Darkeel and Mistress Belladonna began by untying each strap. Donna behaved and waited patiently for her release, or what she hoped for was a release from this hell. She lied still waiting for permission to leave the table.
“Stand up.” Darkeel told her with a firm tone.
She stood with a glazed look of trauma in her eye, her neck restraint still in place it had a lovely O ring in the center of it. Master Darkeel chained her on a long metal leash. She stood there internally frustrated but concealing the rage in her soul with utter silence. She knew that if she didn’t cooperate this would be her last mortal night. Quickly without Donna suspecting it, Mistress Belladonna grabbed the branding iron that was still hot from the fire and yelled.
“Hold her tight!”
Master Darkeel gripped her arms, Donna was shaking, the pain of searing flesh made her squeal loudly her ass was on fire. Mistress Belladonna confirmed that the deed was done properly with a satisfying look on her face and a smile to her Master. Darkeel gripped the leash and led Donna out of the tower room. Mistress Belladonna followed behind and shut the heavy metal door to the tower room. They descended down the small stairwell to what appeared to be a grand hall. There was a masquerade of some sort in progress, though this was no ball that Donna had ever witnessed. Master Darkeel and Belladonna led their pretty piece of flesh onto the stage, the entire room of people men, women all in black and eyes covered with decorative fetish masks. These individuals were of obvious high stature this room was lavished in royalties that no common person could ever own. Donna was led naked onto the podium she was humiliated never had she been in front of so many people stark naked and bleeding everywhere. The auctioneer’s voice reached the back of the room on the microphone.
“Who wants to own this lovely piece of property?”
Donna couldn’t believe what was happening she was being auctioned off, this wasn’t a party it was a slave auction and she was the prized specimen.
“I’ve been informed that she’s a feisty one that doesn’t like the men. She’s formally been broken in by Master Darkeel and his minion Belladonna, SF#666 adores pain, we will start the biddings at fifty thousand dollars!”
The auctioneer rambled at a fast pace and Donna tried running in fear but was jerked down to the ground by Master Darkeel and shocked by Belladonna. She quivered and dropped to her knees in submission. She heard the bids get higher and higher from the masked audience.
“I have a lot invested on you cunt, the only way you’re leaving here; is with your new Owner.”
Master Darkeel never lost money on his investments. The auctioneer slammed his gavel on the podium.
“Sold! To the lovely Mistre
ss in the back for one hundred thousand American dollars.” The lovely Mistress older and still radiant as ever walked towards Master Darkeel and handed him a briefcase full of money. She was a French aristocrat who was a descendant of Marquis De Sade a real sadistic type into all sorts of torture and edge play.
“Merci Master Darkeel.” She said with a thick French accent. “I look forward to molding this one to my liking.”
Master Darkeel gladly handed the leash to the lovely Mistress and smiled that cunning smile.
“You are most certainly welcome.”
Master Darkeel and his slave and minion worked their way towards the exit, the night was crisp and cool, the moon was full and the stars peered through the hazing clouds of the night sky. They made their way to his Porsche. Oh how she loved riding next to him in his car it made her feel alive, like the world belonged to him and that she was so lucky to watch such a skilled, powerful man, manipulate it while making it his own. They drove towards the nightclub.
“The night is still young Master, you crave more darkness do you not?”
Master Darkeel smiled at her with those piercing blue eyes, they headed towards the club for their next victim.
“I thought you’d never ask.” He grinned in satisfaction.
Belladonna returned his smile with hers as they made their way back to their club for the next specimen.
The End...For Now…
The Slaughterhouse Hills Hunter
Written by Bella BloodLust
Chapter 1:
Bittersweet Change
It was a cold, dark, rain soaked evening. The deep pools of her emerald sapphire fused eyes, peered out through the dark tint of the limousine window. Down the distant road that came closer with each moment arrived a hopeful opportunity; an opportunity to start over again. The bittersweet situation she found herself in was one she never imagined, her former fiancé seated next to her; unfortunately not of flesh and blood but in a small urn that bore his name. The tear stained her cheek and the weather outside matched the pain she felt within. Cold rain beat down hard onto the roof of the vehicle. As the sky darkened with clouds the clash of thunder gave her an uneasy feeling, stirring her soul in mysterious ways.
Trying to pull herself together to make a proper first impression with her gracious new employer, who provided her with a renewed purpose that seemed in this moment like just an illusion. She remembered looking down at her kitchen table months before seeing the bills accumulate, remembering the one thing that she was told by her former lover.
“If anything ever happens to me, don’t mourn my loss, move on and take care of yourself.”
As hard as that promise was to fulfill she granted his wishes. Among the many pieces of papers that urgently required payment lie the hopeless future she would soon have if she didn’t have the courage to make a change. When out of nowhere after months of searching she was astonished to see in the classified ads of her paper an opportunity that seemed to call to her like no other. The ad read:
Urgently Needed:
Single father in search of maternal multi-tasking woman. Must be good with children, scheduling, errands and general house duties, as well as possessing skills in clerical and assisting a very busy, over extended man. Room and board plus salary. Needed immediately.
She now found herself in a car being chauffeured from the Denver Airport to what would soon be her new residence. She peered out into the dark sky and watched the rain fall wiping the tears from her cheek she smiled at the urn and said;
“I hope you know what you’ve gotten me into.”
The driver then updated her on what currently goes on at Burnett Manor around seven o’ clock. She hadn’t eaten since before takeoff and she was pleased to hear that she’d be arriving just in time for dinner.
She cleared her throat, “Excuse me driver, can I ask you something?” He smiled. “First my name is James and as for your question, shoot.”
Her pearly smile glistened and her dimples shown just a bit,
“Nice to meet you James, I’m Jessica; I was wondering… what is he like?’”
James smiled back enjoying her naive curiosity, “He’s not as intimidating as his first impression, I assure you. He’s a very nice guy and a lifelong friend of mine.”
Jessica blushed trying to hide being caught off guard, she peered down;
“I feel embarrassed, I just assumed you worked for him as I’m about to.”
James laughed, “Relax you have nothing to be embarrassed about.” She met his eyes with a smile and sighed with relief as she peered back out the window.
They were much closer now she could feel it, the trees were many and the road was long. She could smell the earth, freshly watered; the intoxicating aroma danced inside her. She inhaled deeply and cracked the window to embrace the scents of pine and dirt as she started to day dream. She found herself pulled out of it by the grim cemetery that suddenly appeared to her left off in the distance.
With a perplexed look on her face she tried to hold back her curiosity she asked “James is that what I think it is?’”
James knew instantly she was speaking of the cemetery. It was always a conversation starter for anybody new to Burnett Manor. Little did she know her new employer had quite the fascination with the macabre and the morbidity of what cemeteries infinitely represent in the psyche of the human mind.
James laughed and said “Yes it’s a cemetery. I hope you’re not afraid of living near one, as this one is owned by Mr. Burnett. He enjoys having one nearby it fuels his creativity.” Jess digested the new information and as much as she tried she couldn’t help but ask more questions about this alluring and mysterious new employer of theirs.
“So who exactly is buried out there? And what does he need it for creative wise?”
James was amused that the cemetery threw her off a bit. This reaction was something he very much enjoyed with new people, the reaction to living in a place with a cemetery right out back was not comforting to most people but to Jess that was a different story. She often visited cemeteries, a place of peace and solitude from the chaos of life and the living.
“As far as who exactly is buried there, we’re not quite sure; it’s a very old cemetery and many of the tombstones are practically demolished due to age. We have no clue how many people are in there and who all of them are, in fact. As far as creativity goes you’ll have to ask Kyle about that.”
James continued to drive and Jessica began to ponder what her new employer Kyle was like. The road continued to wind and turn farther and farther into complete solitude the car finally stopped and what appeared was one of the most beautiful and ominous looking mansions she’d ever seen before.
The cemetery in prominent focus, the rain had stopped and the clouds hovered above, she opened the door and took in the beauty of this place; a beauty unlike anything she’d ever seen before. She grabbed her former lover peered at his urn like they were his eyes and whispered to the container;
“To a new start.”
She placed it in her purse and enjoyed what would be her new home. James checked his watch to see that he had plenty of time to give her the grand tour.
“It’s now 6pm Jess, do you mind if I call you Jess?” James waited for her reply.
“Not at all. I prefer it actually.” with that said, James continued to fill her in that they had plenty of time to walk the grounds and show her a room by room tour of this mysterious and somber place.
“Well, being that it’s almost dark we better give you the outdoor tour first.”
Jess opened the door of the car and placed her former lover and her purse inside and quickly shut the door to catch up with James who was already walking ahead towards the cemetery.
The fresh earth so pure and clean from the day’s rainstorm permeated the air;
“Mmmm I love that smell.” Jess couldn�
��t help but say out loud.
“There is nothing better than the smell of earth after a rainstorm.” James smiled as they approached the Iron Gate to the cemetery.
Fumbling with the chain that kept the gate closed he finally untangled it and opened one side of the gate to let her in. She ascended the hill to what appeared to be the most ornate and oldest of all the tombstones in the entire cemetery. Peering around and seeing the countless graves all around her, she closed her eyes and felt the kiss of the clean breeze on her neck, the energy here pierced deep inside her and a wealth of emotions and memories that were not her own appeared before her eyes. Little did James know that she was very perceptive of the dead and what secrets they whispered to her.
She heard voices telling her that she was in danger that this would be her last stop, the final destination in her journey of life;
“I hope you’re right.” She told the voices, “I don’t care what happens, I no longer wish to travel anymore.”
“There are many more bodies here than tombstones aren’t there?” James quite astonished and a bit alarmed as to how she would know that pretended as best as he could that he had no idea what she was talking about. What Jessica didn’t know was that the many unmarked graves that were here were women that were formerly in her current position, former live-in’s that suddenly vanished without a trace.
“There is much more to see Jess we must get going for now, you’re more than welcome to come out here whenever you like, Kyle often does. It’s a place he often visits for reflection and solitude.”
If only she knew that the sadistic pleasures he felt deep in his demonic soul when he reflected in solitude all the victims he himself buried here, one could only imagine the horror James would feel if he knew the ultimate truth.
Years of victims piled up, one on top of the other, a morbid display of the dark side of human nature. Would she find this place as peaceful as he did? They descended the mound and exited the iron gate to her left. She saw the back of the house, she sensed lots of slaughtering had taken place here. The color red pierced her psychic intuition and she then asked James:
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