Brutality 8
Lavinia told Lenore to leave. I remained on my knees staring at the floor, my left hand throbbed and swelled. I had no idea how much remained of my ear. The side of my face and neck was caked with blood. Lavinia said, “Get up and go sit in the chair.” I complied. She didn’t say anything for a very long time, she stared at me; rather, she stared through me. I felt nauseated, disoriented and exhausted. Finally, she rose from her chair and said, “Follow me.”
I followed her out of the office and through a door across the hall. As soon as she opened the door I was assaulted by the horrendous odor. She pulled me into the room. I heard noises in the darkness, it sounded like a dog whimpering. The light came on, I vomited on the floor. Lavinia laughed, “Clarence, I’d like to introduce you to one of my other slaves. Clarence, this is Alfred; Alfred, Clarence. My mind refused to believe that the wriggling ball of flesh on the floor was actually a human being. Alfred lay flat on his back, naked on the floor in a pool of urine and feces. He had no arms, legs, genitals, nose, lips, tongue, teeth or ears.
Lavinia grabbed a leather strap that hung on the wall, “Alfred holds a special place in my heart. He was my first slave. I guess you could say that I love him in a way. You see, I’ve had sort of a troubled history with my slaves. I have needs that go beyond what the human body can survive. Alfred here, he’s an exception. I’ve been able get several years of enjoyment out of him.”
She stood over the helpless creature, leather strap in hand. “Clarence, I’ve been toying around with the idea of utilizing my slaves in ways that could be more beneficial to me in the long run.” She suddenly began lashing Alfred on the chest and stomach with the strap. Alfred wriggled around on the floor squealing. The blows came down in a rapid succession. I figured she must have hit him at least 30 times in less than a minute. She threw the strap to the side. She breathed heavily, sweat beads dotted her brow.
“You see Clarence, I love doing this, I really do. But I feel like I’m limiting myself. Here, look at this.” She opened a closet door and clicked on the light. “Come here Clarence.” I looked in the closet. The closet was empty except for a shelf full of jars. As I looked at those jars my mind kept saying, ‘Sausage, those are sausages.’ My eyes saw the objects in the jars for what they were, preserved human penises.
Lavinia turned off the light and shut the door, “The thing is that I can’t get aroused, and I definitely can’t have an orgasm, unless I’m tearing someone apart. Do you know what gets me off the hardest? I love to tie a man down, strip off all my clothes, then cut his dick and balls off while I finger my clit. There is so much blood…MMMM. Whenever I‘m in that place, I always think, ‘This is how it must feel to be God.’” She closed her eyes, squeezed her breasts and licked her lips. She whispered, “I can’t stop, I don’t want to stop. I just want more.”
Alfred grunted and sobbed. Lavinia walked over to him, reached under her gown and pulled down her panties. She then hiked up her gown and squatted over Alfred’s face. He let out a steady, “AAAAAAH!” as Lavina pissed on his face and in his mouth.
Hopelessness, that’s what I felt. I wished for some kind of quick death. I began plotting ways to do myself in. Lavinia started for the door and motioned for me to follow. She took me back to her office. After returning to her chair, she motioned for me to sit down. “Clarence, I’m going to give you an opportunity. I’m going to give you the opportunity to be able to live your life while remaining in my possession. I wouldn’t maim you or remove your genitals, you wouldn’t see me the majority of the time, no one will even know that you’re my slave.”
“What about Lenore?”
“Lenore is already in my possession. You see, they have all these little rules in this house. One of them is that no slaves can live in the hall or have a seat at the table. As far as this house goes, the table is the center of political life as it is our power base. All plots, rivalries and conspiracies in this family begin and end at that table. If I own the table, I own the family along with all its wealth. You’re going to help me take possession of the table. When you walk out that door, you will return to your room and wait for dinner. You do not say anything to anyone about what’s happened this afternoon. You will get close, real close, with Selene and Black Sally. You will tell me everything they say and do. Most importantly, you will do exactly what I tell you to do and look out for my interests at all times. I won’t be standing over you with a whip, you will often need to act on your own initiative. Also, never, ever try to withhold anything from me. Assume I know everything that you know. For example, I know Evelyn freaked out and killed a man before being shot by the woman who brought you here. I know she took that wife as a slave and that she set those thugs up to take the blame for the bodies. I know that Selene sees you as a conquest, and she is trying get you off the table by taking possession of you. I also know that Black Sally is courting you to be a pawn in the coup she is planning to attempt. Would you say that I’m up to speed?”
“Yes.”
“Good. It’s your job to make sure it stays that way. Selene is like Cinderella in armor. Hold the glass slipper up to her visor and she’ll drop her defenses. When that happens, I’ll give you the opportunity to turn the tables on her and make her a victim of her own game. Your main focus needs to be on Sally. I want you in her bed at night, I want you in her van when she goes to town, I want you in her head.”
“If you fuck up, if you fail to carry out my orders, if you ever disobey me or hide anything from me, I’ll remove you from my newly created class of privileged slaves and you will become another one of my common slaves. I will break you Clarence, just like Alfred; just like the original owners of those dicks in the jars. Think of being tortured for days on end, confinement, castration, shock treament, amputation, lobotomy; I’ll dress you as a woman and make you suck dicks and get ass-fucked 14-16 hours a day until you forget that you ever were anything else but a filthy transvestite whore. I’ll reduce you to less than a shell of your former self. When I’m done with you, you won’t even be recognizable as a human being. Remember what you thought when you first saw Alfred? I do, just like I know that you’re thinking of ways to kill yourself. Clarence, you don‘t need to look for death. I‘m right here.”
Could she really read my thoughts? The thought caused me to panic. Does she already know everything about me? My darkest secrets, my forbidden fantasies, my deepest fears, my unfulfilled desires; could she see directly into my subconscious? If so, she would know more about the inner-workings of my mind than I did. She would literally have possession of the keys to my soul. And what if I think something that displeases her?”
She said, “I’ll help keep your thoughts in order Clarence.” I clearly heard her voice, but her lips did not move. “Prepare yourself for your meeting with Selene tonight. Do not be afraid of her. View her as a helpless little girl holding a big stick, she wears the mask of a warrior but she trembles in fear. In her heart, she yearns for someone to come along and take that club out of her hands, hold her, comfort her, recognize the need for love that she keeps buried deep inside and make her believe you love her for he she is. Watch out for the boomerang action when you play that game. Insecure little girls in women’s bodies can be exceptionally jealous and possessive lovers. Don’t forget that from here on, your every breath, your every thought, your every action, your every heartbeat; it all belongs to me. I’m giving you the privilege of using those things, I can take those privileges away at any time. Now, go to your room. Clean yourself up and get some rest. You have work to do tonight.”
I followed her out of the office and through a door across the hall. As soon as she opened the door I was assaulted by the horrendous odor. She pulled me into the room. I heard noises in the darkness, it sounded like a dog whimpering. The light came on, I vomited on the floor. Lavinia laughed, “Clarence, I’d like to introduce you to one of my other slaves. Clarence, this is Alfred; Alfred, Clarence. My mind refused to believe that the wriggling ball of flesh on the floor was actually a human being. Alfred lay flat on his back, naked on the floor in a pool of urine and feces. He had no arms, legs, genitals, nose, lips, tongue, teeth or ears.
Lavinia grabbed a leather strap that hung on the wall, “Alfred holds a special place in my heart. He was my first slave. I guess you could say that I love him in a way. You see, I’ve had sort of a troubled history with my slaves. I have needs that go beyond what the human body can survive. Alfred here, he’s an exception. I’ve been able get several years of enjoyment out of him.”
She stood over the helpless creature, leather strap in hand. “Clarence, I’ve been toying around with the idea of utilizing my slaves in ways that could be more beneficial to me in the long run.” She suddenly began lashing Alfred on the chest and stomach with the strap. Alfred wriggled around on the floor squealing. The blows came down in a rapid succession. I figured she must have hit him at least 30 times in less than a minute. She threw the strap to the side. She breathed heavily, sweat beads dotted her brow.
“You see Clarence, I love doing this, I really do. But I feel like I’m limiting myself. Here, look at this.” She opened a closet door and clicked on the light. “Come here Clarence.” I looked in the closet. The closet was empty except for a shelf full of jars. As I looked at those jars my mind kept saying, ‘Sausage, those are sausages.’ My eyes saw the objects in the jars for what they were, preserved human penises.
Lavinia turned off the light and shut the door, “The thing is that I can’t get aroused, and I definitely can’t have an orgasm, unless I’m tearing someone apart. Do you know what gets me off the hardest? I love to tie a man down, strip off all my clothes, then cut his dick and balls off while I finger my clit. There is so much blood…MMMM. Whenever I‘m in that place, I always think, ‘This is how it must feel to be God.’” She closed her eyes, squeezed her breasts and licked her lips. She whispered, “I can’t stop, I don’t want to stop. I just want more.”
Alfred grunted and sobbed. Lavinia walked over to him, reached under her gown and pulled down her panties. She then hiked up her gown and squatted over Alfred’s face. He let out a steady, “AAAAAAH!” as Lavina pissed on his face and in his mouth.
Hopelessness, that’s what I felt. I wished for some kind of quick death. I began plotting ways to do myself in. Lavinia started for the door and motioned for me to follow. She took me back to her office. After returning to her chair, she motioned for me to sit down. “Clarence, I’m going to give you an opportunity. I’m going to give you the opportunity to be able to live your life while remaining in my possession. I wouldn’t maim you or remove your genitals, you wouldn’t see me the majority of the time, no one will even know that you’re my slave.”
“What about Lenore?”
“Lenore is already in my possession. You see, they have all these little rules in this house. One of them is that no slaves can live in the hall or have a seat at the table. As far as this house goes, the table is the center of political life as it is our power base. All plots, rivalries and conspiracies in this family begin and end at that table. If I own the table, I own the family along with all its wealth. You’re going to help me take possession of the table. When you walk out that door, you will return to your room and wait for dinner. You do not say anything to anyone about what’s happened this afternoon. You will get close, real close, with Selene and Black Sally. You will tell me everything they say and do. Most importantly, you will do exactly what I tell you to do and look out for my interests at all times. I won’t be standing over you with a whip, you will often need to act on your own initiative. Also, never, ever try to withhold anything from me. Assume I know everything that you know. For example, I know Evelyn freaked out and killed a man before being shot by the woman who brought you here. I know she took that wife as a slave and that she set those thugs up to take the blame for the bodies. I know that Selene sees you as a conquest, and she is trying get you off the table by taking possession of you. I also know that Black Sally is courting you to be a pawn in the coup she is planning to attempt. Would you say that I’m up to speed?”
“Yes.”
“Good. It’s your job to make sure it stays that way. Selene is like Cinderella in armor. Hold the glass slipper up to her visor and she’ll drop her defenses. When that happens, I’ll give you the opportunity to turn the tables on her and make her a victim of her own game. Your main focus needs to be on Sally. I want you in her bed at night, I want you in her van when she goes to town, I want you in her head.”
“If you fuck up, if you fail to carry out my orders, if you ever disobey me or hide anything from me, I’ll remove you from my newly created class of privileged slaves and you will become another one of my common slaves. I will break you Clarence, just like Alfred; just like the original owners of those dicks in the jars. Think of being tortured for days on end, confinement, castration, shock treament, amputation, lobotomy; I’ll dress you as a woman and make you suck dicks and get ass-fucked 14-16 hours a day until you forget that you ever were anything else but a filthy transvestite whore. I’ll reduce you to less than a shell of your former self. When I’m done with you, you won’t even be recognizable as a human being. Remember what you thought when you first saw Alfred? I do, just like I know that you’re thinking of ways to kill yourself. Clarence, you don‘t need to look for death. I‘m right here.”
Could she really read my thoughts? The thought caused me to panic. Does she already know everything about me? My darkest secrets, my forbidden fantasies, my deepest fears, my unfulfilled desires; could she see directly into my subconscious? If so, she would know more about the inner-workings of my mind than I did. She would literally have possession of the keys to my soul. And what if I think something that displeases her?”
She said, “I’ll help keep your thoughts in order Clarence.” I clearly heard her voice, but her lips did not move. “Prepare yourself for your meeting with Selene tonight. Do not be afraid of her. View her as a helpless little girl holding a big stick, she wears the mask of a warrior but she trembles in fear. In her heart, she yearns for someone to come along and take that club out of her hands, hold her, comfort her, recognize the need for love that she keeps buried deep inside and make her believe you love her for he she is. Watch out for the boomerang action when you play that game. Insecure little girls in women’s bodies can be exceptionally jealous and possessive lovers. Don’t forget that from here on, your every breath, your every thought, your every action, your every heartbeat; it all belongs to me. I’m giving you the privilege of using those things, I can take those privileges away at any time. Now, go to your room. Clean yourself up and get some rest. You have work to do tonight.”
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