THE PLAY
Sane, Safe, Consensual. These three words on the coat of arms were the only thing she could concentrate on. That and the cold silence of the Dungeon.
ONE - she heard him say as she felt his whip hurting her back for the first time that night. As her face was turned to the black walls, she could not see the weight of the stares of those who were watching. Greedy, Envious, Impatient, but never aloof.
TWO - he continued, as the back of his slave was hit at the exact same spot.
THREE, FOUR, FIVE - And the coldness of the place turned into a hot wave all over her body. Who she was, her past, her dreams...it was unimportant. Irrelevant was her beauty, her frailty. The white tone of her skin gave place to a desperate pink.
SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE - The sound of his whip kept driving her away from reality. She did not understand why but the pain had the power to take her in its arms and keep her safe. She closed her eyes.
TEN - She was falling. Were her hands not tied to the black cross she would have hit the ground. But she simply hung by her wrists for a while and soon recovered. She was back to her feet, as a good slave should.
ELEVEN, TWELVE,THIRTEEN, FOURTEEN - He was intrigued. He had been a Master for such a long time and he knew slaves dont usually go this far so passively. Had he lost his touch?
FIFTEEN - This one was harder to bear.
SIXTEEN, SEVENTEEN, EIGHTEEN - She moaned. She could not avoid it. Her skin had now been cut and it hurt like never before. It would not be so hard if he did not keep on hitting insistently the same spot. If only he could hit a different place...
NINETEEN, TWENTY, TWENTY-ONE, TWENTY-TWO - " No..." she moaned. She wanted it to stop but she couldn' t remember his name or hers, for several seconds.
TWENTY-THREE - "Dad? Dad, is that you?"
TWENTY-FOUR - "Don' t go away! I'll be good. If only you could.."
TWENTY-FIVE, TWENTY SIX, TWENTY SEVEN, TWENTY-EIGHT - " STOP CRYING SLAVE, DONT YOU TRUST YOUR MASTER???"
TWENTY NINE, THIRTY - " I trust you. I trust you. Please, please don' t leave me here. It's my birthday, you see..."
THIRTY-ONE, THIRTY-TWO - The blood dropped to her feet. She could see it and...she could not help but trying to get rid of the cords. After a while, she managed to free her hands and touched her pussy.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
" The blood...why am I bleeding?" - she cried
" YOU BLEED BECAUSE YOU ARE MINE! ARE YOU MINE?"
"I am yours."
"WHAT ARE YOU?"
" I am your slave girl. I am 9..."
THIRTY-THREE, THIRTY FOUR, THIRTY FIVE - She dropped to her knees like a helpless child. Her mind was going fast and she remembered one night, at the mountain house. So many years ago. She could almost hear her brother calling her name. He found her and took her hands. He was so tiny to have such troubled eyes...He took her to his closet and whispered " stay quiet...I won' t let anyone find you" How could she tell him there was nothing he could do?
She looked up at her Master. "Save me. You are strong. And powerful" - and she cried. She knew she had to find someone brave and able to kill the pain. She knew that the man who hurted her and he alone could make her feel better. He looked at his slave, surrendered on her knees. The game had gone too far. His feelings were all mixed up. He wanted so much to protect that flattering creature who cried at his feet. And he knew what he had to do.
THIRTY SIX, THIRTY SEVEN, THIRTY EIGHT, THIRTY NINE - Silence. The memories were gone. She was lying half-conscious on the cold floor. But she was not alone. He picked her up and took her to a beautiful room. When she woke up, there he was. She smiled and thanked him with tears in her eyes. She still could not remember her name.
ONE - she heard him say as she felt his whip hurting her back for the first time that night. As her face was turned to the black walls, she could not see the weight of the stares of those who were watching. Greedy, Envious, Impatient, but never aloof.
TWO - he continued, as the back of his slave was hit at the exact same spot.
THREE, FOUR, FIVE - And the coldness of the place turned into a hot wave all over her body. Who she was, her past, her dreams...it was unimportant. Irrelevant was her beauty, her frailty. The white tone of her skin gave place to a desperate pink.
SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE - The sound of his whip kept driving her away from reality. She did not understand why but the pain had the power to take her in its arms and keep her safe. She closed her eyes.
TEN - She was falling. Were her hands not tied to the black cross she would have hit the ground. But she simply hung by her wrists for a while and soon recovered. She was back to her feet, as a good slave should.
ELEVEN, TWELVE,THIRTEEN, FOURTEEN - He was intrigued. He had been a Master for such a long time and he knew slaves dont usually go this far so passively. Had he lost his touch?
FIFTEEN - This one was harder to bear.
SIXTEEN, SEVENTEEN, EIGHTEEN - She moaned. She could not avoid it. Her skin had now been cut and it hurt like never before. It would not be so hard if he did not keep on hitting insistently the same spot. If only he could hit a different place...
NINETEEN, TWENTY, TWENTY-ONE, TWENTY-TWO - " No..." she moaned. She wanted it to stop but she couldn' t remember his name or hers, for several seconds.
TWENTY-THREE - "Dad? Dad, is that you?"
TWENTY-FOUR - "Don' t go away! I'll be good. If only you could.."
TWENTY-FIVE, TWENTY SIX, TWENTY SEVEN, TWENTY-EIGHT - " STOP CRYING SLAVE, DONT YOU TRUST YOUR MASTER???"
TWENTY NINE, THIRTY - " I trust you. I trust you. Please, please don' t leave me here. It's my birthday, you see..."
THIRTY-ONE, THIRTY-TWO - The blood dropped to her feet. She could see it and...she could not help but trying to get rid of the cords. After a while, she managed to free her hands and touched her pussy.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
" The blood...why am I bleeding?" - she cried
" YOU BLEED BECAUSE YOU ARE MINE! ARE YOU MINE?"
"I am yours."
"WHAT ARE YOU?"
" I am your slave girl. I am 9..."
THIRTY-THREE, THIRTY FOUR, THIRTY FIVE - She dropped to her knees like a helpless child. Her mind was going fast and she remembered one night, at the mountain house. So many years ago. She could almost hear her brother calling her name. He found her and took her hands. He was so tiny to have such troubled eyes...He took her to his closet and whispered " stay quiet...I won' t let anyone find you" How could she tell him there was nothing he could do?
She looked up at her Master. "Save me. You are strong. And powerful" - and she cried. She knew she had to find someone brave and able to kill the pain. She knew that the man who hurted her and he alone could make her feel better. He looked at his slave, surrendered on her knees. The game had gone too far. His feelings were all mixed up. He wanted so much to protect that flattering creature who cried at his feet. And he knew what he had to do.
THIRTY SIX, THIRTY SEVEN, THIRTY EIGHT, THIRTY NINE - Silence. The memories were gone. She was lying half-conscious on the cold floor. But she was not alone. He picked her up and took her to a beautiful room. When she woke up, there he was. She smiled and thanked him with tears in her eyes. She still could not remember her name.
