Passing the Baton 2; Lila's Story
Copyright© 2010 by Polecat
Chapter 16: Imitating Lila
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 16: Imitating Lila - Did anyone wonder what happened to Lila? This is her story. Please read "Passing the Baton" first, or it will make no sense. Warning: Very dark but romantic story and contains snuff. You've been warned.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Reluctant BiSexual Heterosexual BDSM DomSub MaleDom Rough Sadistic Torture Snuff Interracial White Female Oral Sex Anal Sex Fisting Slow Caution
Aisha considered the cross; yes, that was appropriate, she thought. She brought a small tray on wheels close to the cross and searched around the drawers until she found what she needed. The stories told her by the Somali slaves she knew showed her what was required.
She set on the table a sharp knife and a pair of sharp scissors and placed them on the tray. He can decide what to use on me when he gets here.
She looked for something to staunch the bleeding; the slaves were definite about that. After a long, almost fruitless search she decided that the soldering iron would have to do; an extension cord allowed it to reach the power outlet on the wall. She did not turn it on; she did not know how long Manu would take to arrive, and was afraid of it burning up.
Now came the hard part.
She took her place in the cross and opened her legs as far as she could. With difficulty she reached the shackles and closed them on her own ankles. That was easy, they snapped closed when the ankle pressed on them.
She extended her arms on the cross and found that the manacles snapped closed on her wrists easily. Now that she was helpless, unable to escape anymore, for she had placed herself in that position, now, she could let her fear run over her.
And it did; like a wave, it soaked her body. Her heart raced, her breath came in labored gasps. She struggled, futilely, against her manacles. Her body covered in sweat, Aisha now was able to dwell in her fear.
But after the wave of fear passed, Aisha still remained, manacled and shackled to her cross, waiting.
She heard the door open and steps coming down the stairs.
"Aisha; where are you?" Manu's voice came through the door.
"I'm in the dungeon master."
He entered the dungeon, his face showing the surprise he felt at seeing the, formerly, timid and self effacing slave, naked, bound to a cross and, when he approached and saw the instruments on the table, ready for her mutilation.
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