Torture Doll

    She briskly walks down the long dark passage, echoes filling her head hearing the crying, whimpering voices behind each of the bolted doors as she passes them by. Her tiny feet shuffling beneath her, propelling her clumsily thru the darkness.  She glances momentarily over her shoulder, not paying much attention to where she is going in front of her, flinging her delicate frame right into him. She cannot see the features of his face, as the fear intensifies deep within her. He releases a sinister laugh that resonates throughout the passage, filling her ears, as she instinctively lifts her hands up to cover them. She feels weak, and petrified, as he firmly grabs hold of her tiny wrists, forcing her arms painfully behind her. He drags her, almost lifting her right off her feet from the cobble stone ground; thrusting her into an open doorway. A room, a cell, a torture chamber is all she can imagine, but she has no real way of knowing as she cannot see a thing. She has a hard time catching her breath, and her heart pounds right through her chest with her impending doom so clearly evident. Every hair upon her arms standing on end, as a chill passes through her. He closes the door behind her, turning the key with a click, locking her inside, and leaving her completely alone in the darkness; left with only her imagination to play tricks on her. Frightened, she falls to the ground, drawing her knees up to her chest. She leans her cheek against her knees as she begins to rock back and forth slowly; trying to comfort herself.  She closes her eyes tight, taking herself away from all of this by escaping to a happy, peaceful memory, singing a soft lullaby under her breath. She does not care if he hears her, and she’ll willingly take whatever punishment that might come her way, but for now she just wants this fear to end. This inner child taking over her, as she anticipates what will happen when he returns.
    Time passes by but she has no idea how long to be exact. She hears the click of the key in the lock, as the heavy wooden door is thrust open. She convinces herself that if she remains completely still, completely silent that perhaps, just perhaps he will turn and walk out of the room, leaving her alone once again. A soft sigh escapes her lips, and she hears him laugh in the distance. He walks to where she is sitting and stops dead in his tracks. She can see from the light of the opened doorway that he is carrying an unlighted white candle in his hands. She begins to wonder if it will soon be used to illuminate the dark room, allowing her to see the instruments of torture she knows all too well. As if reading her thoughts, he pulls a silver lighter from his breast pocket, flicking it open, and brushing the igniter switch with his thumb as the flame comes to life. Her eyes flutter as the now dark cell is lit, as he tilts his hand lighting the wick carefully with it.  Walking over to the small table in the corner of the cell, he lowers it down resting the candle right on top of it. She sees the open doorway, but does not dare move towards it to escape, for fear of what he will do if she tries to leave again. He walks to the door, slamming it shut. Keeping her locked away as his prisoner.
    He grabs a fistful of her hair, tugging on it firmly bringing her to her feet. She leans into the tug, reaching up with her hand to try to loosen the grip. Her eyes clenched tightly closed, as she lifts up onto her tip-toes, her calves tightening as her tiny feet move along, following his lead. He looks down at her, his eyes fixated on her beauty. Her curly auburn hair, so soft within his grasp, her pale skin so inviting, her deep green bedroom eyes begging for him to fuck her. He loosens the hold he has on her hair, as she unfolds her delicate form, standing with her back straight. His eyes meet hers, and instinctively she turns away, lowering them in her submission. She drops down to her knees, wrapping her arms around his legs. Begging and pleading with her body to be spared the damage he wishes to do to her flesh. Not one single word has been uttered from her lips, as she knows what it means to feel his wrath if she does just that.  He leans into her, tilting her chin up, forcing her to meet his eyes. Holding onto her arm he guides her to her feet once again, and with a fluid motion tears the remaining clothes from her flesh. Leaving her completely nude, and exposed to his hungry gaze.
    He licks his lips, as he walks around her, violating her, raping her with his eyes. Her flesh flushes with this, and she can feel every nerve ending crying out for his touch. Pain or pleasure it does not matter as long as it is from him. As if he senses this in her, he places his foot between her legs, kicking them apart so she is forced to stand with her legs uncomfortably spread. She moans loudly, and draws in a deep breath, as if gasping for air, which makes him grin, a very evil grin. She feels faint, her knees weakening beneath her, but she does not allow herself to fall to the ground. He brings his rough, thick fingertips to her cheek, caressing it with a feathery light touch. He leans into her, his lips crushing against hers, his tongue darting through his lips, directly into her mouth, capturing hers with his. His teeth sinking into her lips, drawing in the blood as he suckles the droplets hungrily into his mouth.
    He tugs firmly on her arms, lifting them painfully behind her. He ties them together carefully with a thin rope, that is so tight it cuts into the flesh of her tiny wrists. He brushes her hair from her brow, as he places the leather blindfold on her head, lowering it in position over her beautiful green eyes. She whimpers softly beneath her breath, as she feels his lips at her sensitive ear, his breath tickling her making her cunt spasm as he whispers.
              “I’m going to rape you.”
She draws in a deep breath once again, swallowing hard; her need betraying her as her juices begin to escape her. She shifts her weight nervously from one foot to the other. Finding it completely impossible to calm her trembling, and shaking body.
         “My, my we do seem to be fighting who we are, don’t we? Now keep still, slut, the fun has just begun” He snickers.
    He lifts her up onto the cold steel table beside where she is standing, her arms painfully being lifted behind her. He releases the ropes, laying her down supine on the table, and repositions her arms above her head, attaching the ropes together just beneath the table. He grabs her ankles, pulling them as far apart as he can, her knees dangling over the edge, as he pauses to see the sight before him. His eyes captivated as he notices her glistening juices coating not only her swollen lips, but running down her thighs as well. She begins to cry feeling the humiliation of him knowing just how turned on this is making her. He bends her knees, lifting her feet to rest at the edge of the table. He attaches the rope to each of her ankles, and ties it off to the ropes beneath the table, that are holding her wrists in place.
    He walks away from her approaching the chest off to the side. She can hear the tread of his footsteps with each step. He returns to where she is grasping her right nipple firmly between his thumb and his finger, pinching it, tugging on it, as he forces a sterile sharpened, syringe needle through the tender bud. She gasps, feeling the popping sensation as it moves through her. She tries to shrink back away from the pain, but to no avail. He then repeats the torture to the other nipple. Only this time she cannot hold back any longer, and she lets out a scream that fills the tiny cell. The blood dripping down from the tip of the needles, now completely pierced through each of her nipples. He leans down, catching the droplets of blood in his mouth, drinking up her blood as if it were the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. He Swirls the precious liquid around inside of his mouth, holding onto it as he crushes his lips to hers, feeding her blood to her through his lips. Sending her into an intense climax, as her body shudders, and her orgasm consumes her; her cunt tightening and spasming as she trembles. She is amazed that she can cum so easily without her cunt even being touched.
              “I want you to cum every time you think of me, every time you hear me inside of your head” He whispers just at her ear. “Never ever touching yourself, just your thoughts alone to send you over the edge.”
              “Yes Master” she replies, trembling with her desire.
    He moves down between her legs, pulls a knife from the pocket in his pants, and with a flick of his wrist the blade pops open. Grasping it carefully in his hand he drags the sharpened edge first up the right thigh, then left. She whimpers as the blade cuts into her flesh. The path now complete as he reaches her nether lips, all puffed and swollen from her arousal. Dragging it along her lips, cutting into her most sensitive spots; her head thrashing from side to side as the pain overwhelms her. He pulls back the hood of her clit, and forces the sharp point directly onto her swollen bud, cutting right into it. The combination of her dripping blood and her escaping juices running down her thighs coating the rim of her puckered anus. His lips capturing her clit, suckling it into his mouth, as he drinks her blood directly from her. He thrusts three of his thick fingers through her slick slit, penetrating her deep within her walls. She throws her head back; gasping for breath as she her orgasm consumes her. Her hips rise up off of the table to meet the thrusts, as she grasps them tightly within her, drawing them in deeper.
    He removes his fingers; quickly loosens and unties the knots on her ankles from beneath the table, keeping her wrists bound, as he lifts her off of it, lowering her to her feet. He pushes her head forward over the edge of the table, fumbles with his belt buckle, releasing his hard cock from the confines of his pants, dropping them to the ground. Grasping the swollen, purple mushroom shaped head as he pushes against her rim, before driving it through her blood stained, puckered hole with one swift, forceful thrust. She bites down hard on her already tortured lip, tasting her blood once again, as a primal scream escapes her, as he pounds into her ass. His tight, balls slap against her, as she arches her cunt towards him desperately trying to feel the contact of his balls slapping against her sensitive clit. She pushes back as he thrusts forward, fucking back like the ass whore that she is. He grabs hold of her hips firmly, digging his claws into her flesh, pulling her back onto Him, impaling her petite frame down onto his cock. His cock buried deep in her ass, as he lifts her up and down holding her ass, pulling it apart as she stretches around him to accommodate his thick, hard cock. She lowers her bound arms down in front of her, resting her sharpened fingernails against her clit, rubbing it in circular motions, as he pounds her ass harder and harder. His balls tighten, and his cock stiffens and he begins to empty his seed deep into her ass. The pressure building inside of her painfully, as he releases every drop he has into her. With one last forceful thrust, he grunts deeply, holding onto her hips, keeping himself perfectly still as he empties the last of his seed into her.  He pulls his cock from her ass with an audible pop, and grabs hold of her, pulling her to him, lifting her into his arms. He cradles her trembling body, removing the blindfold from her eyes, brushing her hair away from her brow, gazing deeply into her tear streaked beautiful green eyes; proud of this precious torture doll.
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