Chapter 3
I woke up with a start, and looked around.
I was bound in a wooden shair, my legs spread wide and tied with rope to the chair's legs, while my arms were pulled over the back of the chair and bound to the chair at wrist and elbow. And I was as naked as the day I was born..
My chair was in a large stone cell, well-lit by several lanterns. But there were no windows and only one door, and that was of oak strapped with bands of iron.
I tried pulling at my bonds, but however I tugged at the rope, there was no give or slack anywhere. I was stuck there until my captor, or captors, chose to release me. With a sigh, I sat back to await their coming, though I had no idea how long that would be.
I know not how long I waited, but I was dozing softly, and jerked awake when the door suddenly slammed open.
Dalisdiar stormed in. She wore a harness of black leather straps that covered... nothing. She held a long black whip coiled in her left hand. "Ah, Slave!" she said meanly. "Did you miss me?"
"Where am I?"
Her face twisted with anger. "You do not ask questions of your Goddess, Slave!"
Goddess?! She was completely fucking insane!
As if reading my mind or the way I must have rolled my eyes, she leapt toward me, raising her whip. "I am your Goddess!" she snarled, slapping the coiled whip across my breasts and extracting a cry of pain from my lips. "I am your Goddess! Do. You. Understand. Slave?" she demanded, emphasizing every word with a slap of the coiled whip.
"Yes! Goddess!" I screamed, terrified of this madwoman; she might do anything to me. "I understand! Goddess!"
She paused, glaring at me suspiciously. "Good," she said cheerfully. The she gave me a final slap with the coiled whip for good measure.
Grinning broadly at my yelp of pain, she turned away to a long table that stood against a wall behind me. It was piled with all sorts of paraphernalia. She grabbed a bag of waxed material and a loop of cord. "You think you don't need me, Slave," she stepped in front of me again.
"No, Goddess," I said, nervously eyeing the things she held in her hands.
"Don't lie to your Goddess, Slave!" she roared, slapping my breast with her coiled whip again.
"I'm sorry, Goddess!" I screamed. "Please don't hurt me, Goddess!"
That gave her pause. "I would never hurt you, Slave," she said softly, almost lovingly. She put a hand to my cheek and wiped a tear away. "I would never hurt you. But sometimes you need to be taught, Slave. And that is what I am doing." She took the bag in both hands and pulled it over my head.
"No!" I screamed. "No!" I wriggled in the chair, struggling wildly against my bonds.
My Goddess easily pulled it all the way down, then wrapped the cord around my neck and pulled it tight.
She stood back and watched me slowly suffocate in the waxed canvas bag that didn't allow air in. I stared blindly, pleadingly at her while my air ran out.
I heard a rushing in my ears, my vision was going blurry. "Please, Goddess!" I whispered. "Please let me breathe!"
She only laughed.
Everything was going dark when she abruptly ordered me. "Open your mouth!"
I desperately parted my lips. She pinched the waxed canvas in front of my face and pulled it. With a small knife, she cut a finger-length slice in the pinched canvas and then released it. I felt the cooler air and gasped, taking in a deep shuddery breath.
The Goddess slapped me. "I'm gonna be nice and let you breath!" she said.
"Thank you, Goddess!" I gasped.
"You're fuckin' lucky!"
"Yes, Goddess!"
"You thought you could breath without me. You thought you had that much choice. But you don't!" The Goddess roared into my face. "You depend on me for everything! Even the air you breath. Do you understand!?"
"Yes, Goddess! I understand!" I cried.
"Do you appreciate me now?" The Goddess asked.
"Yes I do, Goddess."
"If it wasn't for me, you'd suffocate die!"
"Thank you, Goddess!"
The Goddess put her hand around my throat and began to squeeze. "I give you breath, and I can take it away."
"Yes, Goddess!" I gasped.
"I can do anything I want to you!" she ranted, spittle flying, staring into the dark canvas where my eyes would be.
"Yes, Goddess!" I cried out desperately, with the last of my air.
"And I can give you pleasure," The Goddess said, abruptly releasing my throat and then clamping her palm over my naked breast.
"Thank you, Goddess!" I cried with a moan as she toyed with my nipple, teasing it erect.
She smiled, then suddenly dug her sharp nails into the soft flesh of my breast, making me cry out with pain. "Pain and Pleasure, Slave!" she said. "I must teach you!" She cackled. "Pain is Pleasure, Slave! Thank me for the Pleasure, Slave!"
"Thank you, Goddess-owww!" I wailed as she pinched and pulled and twisted my poor nipple.
"That's a good Slave," she said, releasing my flesh.
I whimpered and cried.
She raised her hand to caress the side of my face through the canvas bag. "Don't cry, Slave. Do you not like your Goddess?"
"I like you, Goddess!" I gasped, thinking that I would say anything if she would only go away.
She frowned angrily. "Don't you Love your Goddess?!" she demanded, slapping her palm against my unmolested breast.
"Ye-esss!" I screamed with pain. "Yes, I Love you, Goddess! Just please don't hurt me, Goddess! Please stop hurting me!"
She stood back then, and looked me over critically. "What a broken little Slave you are," she said softly, tapping absently at her chin with a sharp nail.
This did not seem to demand a response, so I did not, staring straight ahead in the darkness of the canvas bag. looking down through the cut slit, I could only see her feet as she stood in front of me. I was terrified of what new turn her madness would take.
She lowered her hand between my legs and rubbed at my pussy. "Are you broken, little Slave?"
"Uhhh!" I gasped as her fingers brushed my clit, making me feel conflicted with sudden arousal. "Yes!" I gasped. "Yes, if you want me to be, Goddess!"
Her face twisted, and I have no idea what she would have done to me had the door not opened just then.
A maid wearing glasses entered, dressed in a black leather apron polished so it gleamed. "Mistress?" she asked. "You wanted me to tell you when Galatea arrived."
The Goddess scowled and rose to her full height and glared down at me. She turned away. "Fetch Galatea!" she snapped.
"He is just outside, Mistress," the maid said with a curtsy, waving to the door.
"Galatea!" the Goddess shouted.
"Yes, Lady Dalisdiar?" A male voice said. A vampire strode into the room with long rose-red hair bound with a single orange ribbon. His burgandy eyes spoke of inner dangers, and his full lips begged to be nibbled on.
The Goddess grabbed him and pulled him close, putting her lips to his in a passionate kiss. She held it for a moment, then released him, with a gasp of air.
"Take her away," she said, waving negligently to me. "She is worthless!"
"Yes, Lady Dalisdiar," Galatea said with a shallow bow.
She stalked out, followed by the bespectacled maid.
He turned to me. He looked me over once, taking in the canvas bag still over my head and the slit I could breathe through.
"You're lucky," he said.
He clapped his hands once, and a new form filled the doorway.
I tilted my head back so that I could look down through the slit in my hood-bag. I saw a red golem, gleaming in the lantern light. What I took at first for polished red clay proved to be polished red gemstone. The golem was carved entirely from huge red gems, creating the form of an androgynous humanoid.
"Most of her toys are broken when she throws them away," he noted as the golem approached. He gestured.
The golem obeyed the vampire's instructions, and lifted me, chair and all, and carried me away.
Continued in Chapter 4
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