A free extract of: "The Keeper" by Jay Merson
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Her mouth was stretched wide by the ball gag, her facial features
distorted to a grotesque mask of pain, one that suited admirably her
situation. She was ****d and spread-eagled, upright but held back
against the heavy timbers of the wooden cross, crucified and yet that
suffering wasn't enough - her true suffering was only about to begin.
In the cold and musty smelling basement the lighting was as low the
ceilings and the flickering hue on the old stone walls danced with
reflected light from the burring torches and braziers. The temperature
was chill but still a coating of perspiration covered her skin, on her
breasts and stomach, the fronts of her thighs and in the creases of
her crotch, her ***** slit and the cleft of her backside. The
trembling girl could smell the awful odour of her own armpits and if
not for the gag keeping her jaws apart, she felt sure her teeth would
be chattering. It wasn't the cold for the sinister hot coals of the
braziers burned brightly and evenly, radiating heat throughout the low
basement area. It was fear, her utter terror at being imprisoned so
and - how she had come to be here? She did not know. Her mind was a
blank from the moment she had gone to the car park to put her shopping
in the boot. It was all so hazy and yet, now, so very real and
horrifying. Her head throbbed from the drug, it must have been a drug
that knocked her out, for she could recall no violence being used nor
of feeling anything but an overwhelming tiredness.
Jenny tried to hold back, tensing her muscles to check the flow, her
bladder had been aching relentlessly during the long hours she had
been awake since coming round from the drug-induced haze. Her wrists
and arms ached, pulled out to the sides and up above her shoulders the
blood had long since flowed back and her limbs were numbed and cold.
Even the raw pain of the straps binding them back to the wooden frame
had subsided as had the similar chaffing pain around her ankles. She
felt so exposed and vulnerable; it was humiliating and shaming to have
her legs pulled wide and her *** displayed. Even though there was no-
one to see her, someone must have brought her here and bound her so.
At that thought she began to sob again, as she had done many times in
the horrible stillness of the dungeon rooms. Tears welled up again in
her reddened eyes and rolled down her cheeks to drip from her chin
onto her ****d breasts, her head felt cold, her hair gone, shaved away
to remove her crowning glory and - to ruin the looks that she so
treasured and had always been at pains to maintain. It was at that
thought that she broke down completely, her stomach and belly
undulating and her shoulders shaking with heartfelt and heaving sobs
of the deepest misery and fear she had ever known......
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