Sybil Writes On Leaves

Brutality 7

Later in the afternoon, Lenore led me to Lavinia’s office. Lavinia sat behind a mahogany executive’s desk. She had changed into a white Victorian-style gown. As always, her black hair was twisted in a bun with a shiny long hair-pin protruding from each side. Two chairs were placed in front of her desk, they faced each other. Lavinia looked up at us, smiled and said, “Both of you come in, shut the door and sit down.” I tried to take deep, slow breaths to keep my heart from pounding. Sweat ran down my forehead. I looked at Lenore, she appeared serious and tense. She still wore the bright, yellow summer dress from earlier that morning, but without the hat and glasses. I was amazed that she had made it through the day without getting a drop of blood on her dress.

Lavinia sat back in her leather office chair, “Let’s play a game. It’s sort of like truth or dare, but there is no ‘truth’ option. You each take turns issuing dares to the other and you cannot refuse a dare. Since you are playing this game for my personal amusement, you both better come up with some entertaining dares. If you issue a dare that I consider to be boring, lame or apprehensive, you will lose your turn and you will have to take a dare issued by me. Clarence, you go first.”

“Um…Lenore, I dare you to take off your dress.”

Lavinia slammed her hand on the desk, “That’s a foul Clarence; boring, lame and apprehensive. You lose your turn and I issue you a dare.” She opened one of her desk drawers, pulled out a long pair of scissors and said, “Clarence, I dare you to cut off Lenore’s hair.”

I looked at Lenore sitting there in her yellow dress. She had a look of sweet innocence, like the All-American girl next door. I took the scissors, gathered her dirty blond hair in my fist and cut her hair off. I dropped the handful of hair, set the scissors on the desk and sat down. Lenore’s face reddened and her chest heaved. Her unevenly cropped hair changed her appearance dramatically. Lavinia said, “Lenore, it’s your turn.”

Lenore stood up slowly, her eyes locked on mine. She leaned her chair back on its rear legs. “Clarence, I dare you to put your hand flat on the floor right there,” she pointed to the spot where the front right leg of the chair had left an indent in the rug, “ and let me crush your hand with this chair!” I looked at Lavinia. She said: “What are you waiting for? It didn’t take you that long to pick up the scissors.”

I got on my hands and knees, then placed my left hand over the indent in the rug. Lenore jumped and came down with all of her weight on the seat of chair. It sounded like someone cracked a walnut right next to my ear and set off string of firecrackers in my head. I yelled and rolled around the floor holding my hand; my pinky, ring finger and adjoining knuckles were all snapped, cracked or smashed. Lavinia commanded, “Clarence, get up and sit down! It’s your turn!”

Adrenaline raced through my body. I was so angry that everything looked red. After returning to my seat, I wasted no time, “Lenore, I dare you to let me punch you in the face!” I immediately rose and slammed my right into her face, just below her eye. The blow knocked her head to the side, but she didn’t make a sound. She just glared at me. I sat back down, dreading the words that would soon come from her lips.

“Clarence, I dare you to let me stomp on your face.” Lavinia rapped on her desk with a pen, “That’s a foul Lenore. I’m bored with the kung-fu. Lenore, I dare you take that pen-knife and cut off a piece of Clarence’s ear.”

Lenore pulled the pen-knife from a tray on Lavinia’s desk and approached me. My reflexes kicked in; I tensed up and raised my hands, “Put your hands down and be still,” Lavinia shouted. I clenched my hands together in my lap and closed my eyes, then I screamed. I felt blood running down my neck, I stomped my feet on the floor, grabbed my ear and shouted, “You fucking bitch!” Lavinia said, “Clarence, it’s your turn.”

“Lenore, I dare you to bend over the desk and let me fuck you in the ass!”

Lenore’s eyes widened, she looked to Lavinia and shook her head. Lavinia pointed to the edge of her desk, “Bend over right there.“ Lenore stood, walked slowly to desk and bent over. I hesitated, my dare was made out of anger, a reaction to pain. I rose from my chair and got behind her. I pulled her yellow dress up around her waist to reveal matching yellow panties. My cock began stiffen in my pants. With my good hand, I jerked her panties down around her knees. I undid my pants, letting them drop to the floor. By then, my cock was rock-and throbbing. I asked Lavinia, “Do you have any lube?” Lavinia replied, “This isn’t a whorehouse Clarence, and you’re not making love. Just spit on your dick and shove it in.”

I spit in my hand, wet the head my cock and began pushing it into her tight ass. She yelled out and hammered the desk with her fist. I slowly eased half my cock in and out of her ass. Lavinia said, “You’re supposed fucking her Clarence, let’s go.” I pushed it in deeper, Lenore screamed. Lavinia stood up, “Fuck her hard Clarence! My desk should be shaking!” I started fuck her faster and harder. Lenore let out one long high-piched scream. Lavinia yelled, “Harder! Fuck her harder!”

I slammed my hips into Lenore’s ass, ramming my cock deep inside her. Lavinia smacked me across the face, “I said hard!” I thrust myself into her as hard and deep and fast as I possibly could. Lenore let out a steady stream of shouts and wails. Pens rattled in a cup and the desk began to slide, as I savagely pounded Lenore’s ass. Lavinia said, “Enough! Both of you sit down.”

I pulled my pants up and took my seat. Lenore remained motionless with her face buried in her arms. Lavinia sat down and nudged Lenore on the shoulder. She stood upright and I saw tears streaming from her eyes. My heart felt like it had just dissolved into nothing. Guilt and shame were like two serpents in my stomach, swallowing me whole, from the inside out. Lenore went to her chair. She grimaced and shrieked when she sat down. Her eyes were filled pain, shame and hate.

“Clarence…I dare you to get on your knees in front of Lavinia and beg to be her slave.”

At that moment, it felt like I was drowning in a sea of confusion and fear. Lenore looked at me through narrow eyes, her chin stuck out, her nostrils flared. I knew that I had just lost the game. Lavinia said, “Well, Clarence?” She pushed herself away from her desk, giving me room to drop to my knees in front of her. My body refused to move. “Clarence, you have to take the dare. You do understand what I mean by ‘have to’, right?” I nodded my head, rose, walked around the desk and got on my knees in front of Lavinia. I bowed my head, “Lavinia, may I please be your slave?”

Lavinia grabbed my chin, lifted my head, looked me in the eyes and smiled, “Of course you can Clarence. I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to ask.”

There I was, caught by the spider. I had no idea what awaited me. I didn’t dare contemplate the possibilities. She had been working on me from the moment I stepped foot in the house. She took possession of me in less than 24 hours.

Lavinia let go of my chin and sat back in her chair, “Alright slave, let’s get started…”

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