Sybil Writes On Leaves

Brutality 12

When I woke up the next morning, my burns were bandaged and my left hand was wrapped. Black Sally and the businesswoman sat at the table drinking coffee. The businesswoman was no longer bound, she wore a light blue robe. Black Sally rose from the table when she saw me wake up. She wore a black scarf on her head, black sweater, a long black skirt and shiny black leather boots. She poured me a cup of coffee, placed it on the table and sat down.

It took effort for me to get out of bed, my body desperately needed to recover. I went to the pain pills by the bed, popped four in my mouth, chewed them and yelled out in agony as I stood. I made my way to the table and sat down. Black Sally lit a cigarette, “So Clarence, you have a big meeting with Lavinia this morning. Have you decided what you want to do about Selene?”

I heard Lavinia’s voice in my head, “Tell her you’re going to punish her and let her go.”

“I’m going to punish her and let her go.”

Black Sally blew a smoke ring and asked, “What do you have planned for punishment.”

Again, Lavinia’s voice answered, “You haven’t decided.”

I took a sip of my coffee, set my cup down and looked Black Sally in the eyes, “I haven’t decided yet.”

Black Sally’s eyes narrowed, “You know what I don’t understand? Why would Selene try to kill you? She knew there would be consequences.”

I shrugged my shoulders.

“And why would you want to let her go? She’ll return to the table and try to kill you again. The smart thing to do is kill her.

I thought, “What do I say?” Lavinia answered, “Always keep your mouth shut when you communicate like this. If you start mouthing words, you’ll give yourself away. Tell Sally she’s probably right and that you’ll think about it.

“You’re probably right, I’ll think about it.”

The businesswoman reached out her hand to me, “My name is Brianna.”

I shook her hand, “Clarence.”

Black Sally put out her cigarette, “You two can get acquainted later.” Sally got up and opened a door a few feet from the table, it led to a coat closet. The closet was empty except for a large metal box, about 4 ft. high and 3 feet wide. A large key secured its contents. Sally pulled the key from a pocket in her skirt, removed the lock and lifted the perforated lid. She then grabbed a stool from the kitchenette and placed it in front of the box. She looked at Brianna and nodded her head toward to the box. Brianna promptly rose from her chair and climbed into the box. Sally slammed it shut, replaced lock and shut the closet door. “You need to get dressed. It’s time for breakfast.”

She got out a fresh black paramilitary-style outfit, “Put this on. Your boots should be downstairs. I hope you don’t make any decisions this morning that will come back to haunt you.”

I followed her downstairs. My boots had been placed by the basement door. I quickly put them on, then we went to the dining room and took our seats at the table. Isabel and Atrese appeared uneasy and confused. Antonija came in followed by Lenore. Lavinia entered last. All the women were dressed identical; black scarf, black sweater, long black skirt and shiny black leather boots. Lavinia was the only one who wore a mark of distinction. She wore a blood-red scarf on her head.

Ira served eggs benedict. I wolfed down my food, then sat there quietly. When everyone was finished eating Antonija quietly rose from the table and exited the room. Lenore followed closely behind her. The Matriarch’s trusted servant was the second-in-command’s secret slave.

Lavinia sat back in her chair and looked around the table. “Last night, Selene snuck up on Clarence and knocked him unconscious. Then she dragged him downstairs, tortured him and suffocated him with a plastic bag. I sensed something was wrong and came downstairs to check on the house. When I went in the basement, Clarence was dead. I shackled up Selene and resuscitated Clarence.

“Selene committed a crime against everyone who sits at this table. If we allow her to get away with it, we’ll all have to show up at every meal with our own private food testers. We’ll have to walk around the house with our backs sliding against the wall. We’ll have to sleep with one eye open and a dagger in our hand. Once we start murdering each other, this house will be destroyed. Since Selene attempted to take Clarence’s life away from him, she now owes Clarence her life. After breakfast, I will take Clarence upstairs and he will decide Selene’s fate. Does anyone object to my decision.”

Atrese blurted out, “Fuck Clarence! Selene is our sister. Who gives a shit what she did to him?”

Lavinia’s irritation showed on her face and could be heard in her voice, “That’s all you have to say Atrese? You are an illiterate hunch-backed troll. I bring a serious issue before this table and all you’re worried about is that there might be one less crotch in this house for you to sniff. You’re a dirty old man in an ugly young woman’s body. You don’t give a shit about ‘sisterhood’ Atrese. The only thing you care about is pussy. Look at you, scarred from head to toe. Why? You only let us do those things to you because you think that you’ll be able to taste some pussy along the way. That’s the reason why you’re here. You don’t give a fuck about this table, this house or our traditions. You came here for one reason and one reason only; close proximity to pussy. As far as I’m concerned Atrese, you’re too stupid and base to have a voice at this table. Does anyone have a real objection?”

The table was silent. Lavinia looked at me, “All right Clarence, let’s go up to my office.”

As I followed Lavinia to her office, her voice spoke to me in my mind, “You need to be able to clearly distinguish between when I am communicating with you and when I’m not. Your imagination will try to fool you into believing that I’m talking to you all the time. If that happens, you’ll go insane. How is the Dominatrix?”

“Sally…”

“Shut your fucking mouth when you talk.”

I pressed my lips together, “Sally has her locked in a box.”

“That’s caveman shit. She’s supposed to be making her into a slave. Clearly that isn’t her intention. Pay attention to the distinction. A man who you control by keeping him in chains is not a slave, that’s a captive. A man who you completely control without use of chains or binds, that’s a slave. That is the kind of control I have over you. That is the kind of control I now have over Selene.”

She opened the door to her office. I followed her in and shut the door. I saw Selene. She stood silent and motionless in the corner facing the wall. Lavinia said, “Sit down slave.” I went for the chair. She said, “No, on the floor.” I sat down on floor in the middle of the room watching Selene, waiting for her move. She wore a white robe, her long red hair hung to the middle of her back.

Lavinia sat down and folded her hands at her stomach. Selene turned around and began walking toward me. She looked straight ahead, her movements were almost robotic. She stopped two feet in front of me, opened her robe and let it fall to the ground.

Lavinia said, “Stand up slave.” I stood facing Selene.

“Punch her in the face.” I hit her in the face. Her head was rocked by the blow, the expression on her face never changed.

“Hit her harder.” I pulled my arm back and smashed my fist into her face. Blood dripped from her nose. Again, no change in expression.

“Come on slave. I want to hear her scream. Break one of her fingers.” I used the good fingers on my bandaged hand to get grip on her left hand. Then I took my right hand and bent her middle-finger back until I heard and felt it snap. Selene didn’t move, wince or make a sound. Her expression did not change.

“Get rid of those feelings of pity and guilt slave, or I will damage you to the point where you can no longer feel anything, just like Selene. What do you want to do to her slave? Do you want to fuck her?”

“No.”

“Are you gay slave?”

“I don’t want to do anything to her.”

“You little slithering cowardly worm. Should I make you into a woman then? If you’re not going to use that dick, I may as well cut it off and add it to my collection.”

I stood motionless, looking at the floor. My mind wandered. I didn’t want to hurt Selene, especially in the condition she was in. She wasn‘t the one who hurt me the night before. It was Lavinia who had burnt me with the iron, sat on my face and suffocated me with a plastic bag. I thought of her in the leather skirt and war-paint. My cock stiffened. I thought about the taste of her pussy and her juices running down my chin; her hand wrapped around my cock. I imagined what it would have been like if she had taken my cock and guided into her shaven wet pussy. A wave of ecstasy swept through my body as I imagined being deep inside her.

I heard her voice in my head, “Grab Selene by the hair, throw her on the floor and fuck her.” I grabbed a handful of Selene’s red hair and pulled her to the floor. I flipped her over so she laid on her back, I knelt between her legs, undid my pants and pushed them down to my knees. I looked at Selene, it was no longer Selene. It was Lavinia on the floor, her legs opened wide; she looked at me and licked her lips as she grabbed my cock and guided it into her pussy. I pushed myself inside her tight, wet pussy. I moved my hips around in a circular motion as I fucked her slow and deep. She dug her fingernails into my back and kissed my neck. I slid my arms under her legs, held them in the air and began fucking her faster and harder. She hugged my neck, moaning louder and louder. She whispered in my ear, “I love the way you fuck me slave. I love the feel of your cock inside me.” My body stiffened and shook, for a moment I forgot all the terror, pain, death and suffering; pleasure surged through my body with the same intensity as the pain I’d experienced the previous day. I shouted out in ecstasy as I came deep inside her. I closed my eyes and kissed her lips. When I opened my eyes, it wasn’t Lavinia I was kissing. It was Selene. She stared at the ceiling. Her expression still had not changed.

Lavinia said, “Now, I’ve let you have some fun. Stand up and put your dick away.” I got off Selene and pulled up my pants. Selene stood, turned and went back to her corner.

“At lunch, you will announce your punishment for Selene. Her punishment will be 28 days of confinement in a cell. That will give me time to mould her before returning her to the table. Remember when I said that today you will learn how to torture? Go back to Sally’s quarters. Tell her I said that she has to take that Barbie-doll out of her metal box, and teach you how to make her scream.”

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