"You're addicted to misery" He said confidently, "You don't know how to exist without pain. So much so that you can't even feel pleasure."
"I am pain," She replied, "That's all I can feel. I'm immune to pleasure."
"No, you are an addict."
"I feel others pain so they don't have to. This was not my choice it's simply my body."
"You have a choice. You can control it. You just choose not to."
"I am a martyr, that's my gift. I can't choose my gift anymore than you can."
Monday, April 9, 2012
12/24/11
In the darkness he felt her skin against his leg and her breast against his back. Slowly she moved across him until she was on top. The glint of her eyes in the darkness told him she was ready to play again. And the not so gentle love bite said she craved some rough fun. He grabbed her leash before she could sit up and brought her mouth to his crotch. After a light smack to the back of her head she took him into her mouth. A few more pulls of the leash and it was perfect. Her tongue played against his member just as she had been trained. And then the spark on her eyes turned sinister. She pulled the leash away from him and climbed up onto him. Slowly bringing every inch of him inside her. She moved her hips expertly dancing with him inside. His body began to pulse with anticipation and pleasure.
1/19/12
"What's your pleasure?" The Madame asked.
The teenaged boy in front of her cringed.
"I know just what your looking for," She said knowingly, "but you won't find it here. Illelles House of Sin, she'll get you your fix."
The boy quickly thanked her and left.
She Sniffed as he left, that wasn't the first addict who had wandered in looking for a quick fix of misery. She was a woman if integrity and refused to deal in that drug. Her profession may have been one of pain but it was for pleasure, not some drug induced high like those lesser houses.
***
The air was thick with self loathing,a sign of a busy night. Illelle walked through the open rooms of the house attending to clients here and there. they fed off the sorrow her girls emitted. Only the elite costumers felt the sorrow she produced. Her sorrow had been refined over years until it was so strong only a few could safely handle it in its pure form. Even her personal clients only received a distilled version.
The teenaged boy in front of her cringed.
"I know just what your looking for," She said knowingly, "but you won't find it here. Illelles House of Sin, she'll get you your fix."
The boy quickly thanked her and left.
She Sniffed as he left, that wasn't the first addict who had wandered in looking for a quick fix of misery. She was a woman if integrity and refused to deal in that drug. Her profession may have been one of pain but it was for pleasure, not some drug induced high like those lesser houses.
***
The air was thick with self loathing,a sign of a busy night. Illelle walked through the open rooms of the house attending to clients here and there. they fed off the sorrow her girls emitted. Only the elite costumers felt the sorrow she produced. Her sorrow had been refined over years until it was so strong only a few could safely handle it in its pure form. Even her personal clients only received a distilled version.
Sunday, April 8, 2012
12/12/11
Sweat beads trickled down her chest. Dripping off her nipples onto the bodies beneath her. Hanging above them in nothing but leather strips and a few chains was her favorite part of the night. The one time she could be completely free. Of course the vibrator attuned to the ambient noise certainly made the job more pleasurable. The din of the club never disappointed. It was a nice change from the submissive role she often played, finally the chance to control when others received pleasure or pain. Perhaps it was the thought of all that power, or the sudden roar of the crowd, but her body convulsed with waves of pleasure. Toes curled as the sensation laced across her skin spreading out like a web. Defiantly her best of the nights. Below she heard the gasps and moans of all those linked to her. Echoes from them sent another smaller set of euphoric pulses through her body. She hung there for a few seconds exhausted and twitching, completely drained before the cycle started again.
Later that night, after she'd dressed, she stood amongst the crowd for a meet and greet with her fans. She hated having to be clothed, the latex stuck to her where it had been painted on.
Later that night, after she'd dressed, she stood amongst the crowd for a meet and greet with her fans. She hated having to be clothed, the latex stuck to her where it had been painted on.
11/28/11
She slipped her gown off her shoulders and shimmied out of it. Every move deliberately seductive. Her gaze held him captive and her hips made any plans of escape disappear. Taking a step forward she unleashed her glory. White hot and blindingly magnificent. Her human shroud turned to ash as her true form emerged. Demonic and beautiful. Hungry for his flesh, she slid down to straddled him. Gentle kisses turned to bites as she slowly consumed him.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Gallows Humor
"You're so weird" He said with a laugh. "but that's good. It makes you different from other girls"
"Like one of the guys?" Her smile faded. "I've been that before, it's not really my thing."
"No, not like that. It makes you interesting"
"Yeah." She stared out at the skyline.
They sat silently there for what seemed like hours. Neither wanted to go back to the house, back to the roles life had picked for them.
"You can't save me, you know." She said after awhile.
"I know." He pushed her hair out of her face, "But you can. You have such strength, if only you would use it instead of giving up."
"I don't give up, that implies I fought at one point." She stood up to leave but he grabbed her arm.
"Don't let them take you tonight" He warned, "please just this once don't be so passive."
"I will do what I have to if it means we survive... I can't lose you."
"You don't even know me. Everyone thinks you're crazy for talking to me there's no reason for you to risk so much to save me."
"We are the same," Her eyes look far away into some unseen world, " Neither people nor underlings nor gods. Something less and more. This world was not meant for us."
"So why can't we take what should be ours and mold the rest into a world for us?"
"Millions would die, again. I can't live with that."
"And I can't live with this." He stood in front of her, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Seeing them kill you so many times. Over and over again. I have held you're lifeless body day after day, carried you up to that room. Every time knowing this could be the last."
"Then we are at an impasse for tonight." Her voice was cold; he had crossed a line. "I'll be here tomorrow night, perhaps tempers will be cooler then."
She gathered her clothes and made her way across the rooftops back to her window. All the while avoiding his watchful eyes.
"Every time you die my dear I realize there's so much I've left unsaid" He whispered to the winds, "Survive, I know you have it in you."
"Like one of the guys?" Her smile faded. "I've been that before, it's not really my thing."
"No, not like that. It makes you interesting"
"Yeah." She stared out at the skyline.
They sat silently there for what seemed like hours. Neither wanted to go back to the house, back to the roles life had picked for them.
"You can't save me, you know." She said after awhile.
"I know." He pushed her hair out of her face, "But you can. You have such strength, if only you would use it instead of giving up."
"I don't give up, that implies I fought at one point." She stood up to leave but he grabbed her arm.
"Don't let them take you tonight" He warned, "please just this once don't be so passive."
"I will do what I have to if it means we survive... I can't lose you."
"You don't even know me. Everyone thinks you're crazy for talking to me there's no reason for you to risk so much to save me."
"We are the same," Her eyes look far away into some unseen world, " Neither people nor underlings nor gods. Something less and more. This world was not meant for us."
"So why can't we take what should be ours and mold the rest into a world for us?"
"Millions would die, again. I can't live with that."
"And I can't live with this." He stood in front of her, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Seeing them kill you so many times. Over and over again. I have held you're lifeless body day after day, carried you up to that room. Every time knowing this could be the last."
"Then we are at an impasse for tonight." Her voice was cold; he had crossed a line. "I'll be here tomorrow night, perhaps tempers will be cooler then."
She gathered her clothes and made her way across the rooftops back to her window. All the while avoiding his watchful eyes.
"Every time you die my dear I realize there's so much I've left unsaid" He whispered to the winds, "Survive, I know you have it in you."
Saturday, September 24, 2011
WTS
A woman's screams and the sounds of a fight echoed through the halls. He sighed in exasperation as the cries filtered into the round room. He shook the dark hair out of his eyes, scanned the room, and went back to the mechanical device in his hands. It was a simple room; two beds along the wall- one for him and one for her- a desk with a lamp, and a lamp over the bed he was on now. His bed.
The screams stopped.
A few moments passed in silence... then the metal doors of the room slid open and two silhouetted guards walked in, dragging the limp form of a girl between them. They walked to the center of the room and released her. After the doors hissed shut the girl began to stand, but instead let out a groan of pain and fell back down. He watched her try a few more times, then finally put the device down and went over to her.
He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her up. Picked her up in his arms and carried her over to other bed. "You shouldn't resist" He wrapped a blanket around her, "All your efforts do is hurt you more."
"You have no idea what they do to me," She shivered. "What He does to me."
"Even so, you should be more compliant. They did give you a safe place to sleep."
"A place to sleep, yes. Safe, no." She argued. "I am a toy for them."
"You aren't even that," he yelled. "You are nothing to them, You are worthless. The only reason you are still here is because He thinks you will bend to His wishes."
"Never." She whispered, "I would die first."
"They won't let you die." He grabbed her hair and jerked her around so her eyes met his. He saw an unfathomable hollowness in her eyes, like the only thing that kept her fighting was survival instincts. He didn't care what they did to her, he had gotten her out of that hellhole and she should have been willing to do anything to keep from going back. "You act like I have done nothing for you." He walked back to his bed.
"You took me away from there, and I thank you." She said solemnly, "But you brought me here, and for that... I may never forgive you."
At that remark, he snatched up one of the tools on his bed and threw it at her. She flinched, just narrowly missing it.
"Next time He comes," He said going back to the device, "Be quiet, don't fight back. Just pretend you're somewhere else. Somewhere... Happy; and maybe, just maybe, it will all be over quickly."
His words hung in the air, silence surrounded it but could not etch away at it. She watched him work long into the night, unable to sleep. Afraid to sleep. Afraid to even breathe. Reality was bad enough, but now her dreams had turned on her. Hazy visions of what had been crept into her view. Memories and imagination melded together, twisting her world into darkness...
* * *
Something moved along her thigh. It was cold, her blanket was gone. She awoke in His room. Chain links clinked against each other as she moved her leg. Cold metal cuffs held her limbs. The thick form of a man moved above her. "Good, you're awake," His voice said, "Now you can enjoy this." He got off her and went over to the table on the other side of the room. He raised a glass of water to his lips. She sat up and looked around the room for a blade. "You can't break free of those chains my dear." He started back toward the bed.
* * *
A solemn figure emerges from the debris that night. A pale girl, who finally left that place; with its horrors and monsters trapped within.
The screams stopped.
A few moments passed in silence... then the metal doors of the room slid open and two silhouetted guards walked in, dragging the limp form of a girl between them. They walked to the center of the room and released her. After the doors hissed shut the girl began to stand, but instead let out a groan of pain and fell back down. He watched her try a few more times, then finally put the device down and went over to her.
He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her up. Picked her up in his arms and carried her over to other bed. "You shouldn't resist" He wrapped a blanket around her, "All your efforts do is hurt you more."
"You have no idea what they do to me," She shivered. "What He does to me."
"Even so, you should be more compliant. They did give you a safe place to sleep."
"A place to sleep, yes. Safe, no." She argued. "I am a toy for them."
"You aren't even that," he yelled. "You are nothing to them, You are worthless. The only reason you are still here is because He thinks you will bend to His wishes."
"Never." She whispered, "I would die first."
"They won't let you die." He grabbed her hair and jerked her around so her eyes met his. He saw an unfathomable hollowness in her eyes, like the only thing that kept her fighting was survival instincts. He didn't care what they did to her, he had gotten her out of that hellhole and she should have been willing to do anything to keep from going back. "You act like I have done nothing for you." He walked back to his bed.
"You took me away from there, and I thank you." She said solemnly, "But you brought me here, and for that... I may never forgive you."
At that remark, he snatched up one of the tools on his bed and threw it at her. She flinched, just narrowly missing it.
"Next time He comes," He said going back to the device, "Be quiet, don't fight back. Just pretend you're somewhere else. Somewhere... Happy; and maybe, just maybe, it will all be over quickly."
His words hung in the air, silence surrounded it but could not etch away at it. She watched him work long into the night, unable to sleep. Afraid to sleep. Afraid to even breathe. Reality was bad enough, but now her dreams had turned on her. Hazy visions of what had been crept into her view. Memories and imagination melded together, twisting her world into darkness...
* * *
Something moved along her thigh. It was cold, her blanket was gone. She awoke in His room. Chain links clinked against each other as she moved her leg. Cold metal cuffs held her limbs. The thick form of a man moved above her. "Good, you're awake," His voice said, "Now you can enjoy this." He got off her and went over to the table on the other side of the room. He raised a glass of water to his lips. She sat up and looked around the room for a blade. "You can't break free of those chains my dear." He started back toward the bed.
* * *
A solemn figure emerges from the debris that night. A pale girl, who finally left that place; with its horrors and monsters trapped within.
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