"Uhhhhhnggnnnn!"
It was a cry that was so pitifully inadequate to the anguish that wracked her whole body that it was almost ludicrous. But the tears that welled out of her eyes and ran up over her forehead were, perhaps, a bit more eloquent.
Magda came around in front of her and stooped to dab those tears away.
"Would you like another one of those?" she asked.
"God…no…" Jackie gagged. "That was terrible…"
"Wrong answer. If you no longer cared about yourself, you would have said 'yes.' Or that it didn't matter. But 'no' shows you still have some instinct for self-preservation left. Therefore, you will get another."
"Nooooohhh!" Jackie howled as Magda disappeared behind her for a second time.
And the second blow with the wide strap was, if possible, even more terrible than the first.
Magda obviously had aimed it so that it fell across the very same tender area as the original one and its agony was, therefore, doubled.
With it, Jackie's whole body convulsed and the scream she had found impossible to emit the first time was given full voice now.
"Miss N, you don't seem to understand," Magda said as if she were talking to a slow-witted child. "You must learn to tolerate the pain, to submit yourself to it, not only passively, but willingly. When I ask if I may hurt you, you must answer 'please.' That is the way of the true submissive…one whose individual desires are subjected totally to the desires of her Master—or, in this case, Mistress. In that way, pain becomes the instrument of one's submission, and the true submissive welcomes it as she welcomes the kiss of her conqueror. So, would you like another kiss with the strap, Miss N.?"
"Y…yes…please," Jackie stammered her voice choked with pain.
"That unfortunately is a lie," Magda crowed. "Magda can always tell a lie."
And a third, terrible stroke tore across Jackie's buttocks with a subsequent explosion of pain which shattered every nerve-ending in her body so completely that her mouth gaped wide…but could give her agony no voice.
Magda gave her ample time to hang there, gasping for breath while that torment slowly ebbed away, and then she moved around and stood in front of Jackie again. And Jackie saw that the leather strop was now tucked into Magda's belt.
Thank God, she thought, perhaps the torture was over for now…maybe even over at last.
"You are hoping that is all, aren't you?" Magda sneered.
And Jackie thought, inconsequentially, it really looks like a smile upside-down.
"You are hoping that I have taught you enough about pain to show you the way to submission? Oh, believe me, Miss N. You haven't begun to learn, either about pain or submission. The day that you can truthfully say 'I have no interest whatsoever in whether you torture me or not,' the day you can suffer being subjected to all manner of gross or excruciatingly painful indignities before the very eyes of the man you love—and feel no shame—that is the day I shall say my work has been successful. Till then…"
She held out her hand and Theo put something in it.
"We are going to leave you hanging there until tonight, perhaps fourteen hours. Then Theo will take you back to your cell. During that time, the pain of the stripes across your butt will gradually subside until it is only a dull ache. However, it is my wish to keep pain constantly in the forefront of your mind. Accordingly…"
Magda held out two gold hoops that looked like large earrings, each of which spread apart and clamped together with a tiny gold lock and key. She undid one of these and reached down to stick a pointed end directly into Jackie's right nipple, threading in through until its bloody tip emerged from the other side.
Jackie gritted her teeth against the pain, so that only the tiniest murmur passed her lips.
Then Magda repeated the process with the other nipple.
Finally, she took a length of fine gold chain, which Theo gave her, and attached it to the two rings so that it hung in a loop between them. Then she secured the whole with the two locks, pocketing the keys.
"For now," she said, "the weight of the chain will be enough to pull your nipples downward, stretching the holes open, and keeping the wounds sore and bleeding. However, in an hour or two, the bleeding will stop and the soreness will begin to fade. That's when Theo will add a small gold weight to the middle of the chain, stretching the holes open once more and bringing back the pain. By nightfall, you should be screaming for me to take the nipple rings away and end the pain."
"And…will…you?" Jackie asked through gritted teeth.
"That…" Magda paused. "That I will decide when the time comes. Till then…'Have a nice day'. That's an expression your friend, Conor, taught me. I like it. Suits my optimistic nature."
* * *
For Jackie, it was a day of slowly mounting agony.
As the pain on the flesh of her buttocks subsided, that in her nipples grew and grew as Theo continued to add gradually heavier weights to the chain that tugged at them. By the time Magda returned —Jackie guessed that it was mid-evening—two rivulets of blood had trickled over her shoulders and dripped off to form two red puddles on the floor.
Thus, Jackie felt a tremendous feeling of relief when she was cut down and set woozily upon her feet. She tried to take a step unaided and found herself falling into Theo's arms.
"You see?" Magda said. "You've already begun to become disoriented about which way is up. Next, you'll cease to care. You'll be as content to crawl on your belly as to walk. The human dignity of the upright posture will begin to seem pretentious to you…since you are, after all, only an animal."
Magda gave a signal to Theo, who removed the weights but left the dangling chain between her nipples. Then Theo and Magda led her, stumbling, back to her cell.
The relief, however—as might have been expected—was short-lived. For once she was in her cell, Theo strapped her feet to the front two legs of the chair while Magda pushed her face-forward—so that her cruelly mutilated nipples were crushed against her knees—and tied her wrists to the rear legs of the chair. Finally, Magda grabbed a handful of her long black hair and tied it tightly to the chair back, to tug painfully at her scalp.
All that being done to the Mistress' satisfaction, Magda said,
"Goodnight, now, Miss N. Sleep well."
"Don't I get a bite to eat or anything to drink?" Jackie asked pitifully.
"Oh, dear, that sounds like a girl who still wants to live, doesn't it, Theo?" Magda said ruefully. "Looks like we'll have to increase her pain tomorrow. And the day after that, if necessary. And so on. You see, she has to be able to truthfully say 'I want to die.' That's the only degree of submission I will accept. So, goodnight again, my dear. Try not to think about tomorrow and pain. Think about…"
She paused.
"About love, perhaps," she said.
Magda extinguished the single candle and shut the cell door, leaving Jackie to the inescapable blackness of her cell…and of her mind.
Chapter Eight
Jacynthe raised her head and called out to her Cousin Moon. And from across the bayou, her mate, Conor, answered with his lust-filled cry.
That was good, Jacynthe thought. Tonight they would hunt the swamp together. The hunt was always more successful when they hunted in tandem. On nights like this, she became a timeless being, floating somewhere beyond fixed time and space, the eternal huntress on the everlasting hunt, her identity fused into and subjugated to Conor's. Thus she knew instinctively now where he was headed…the little strip of pavement that led across the swamp. It had been raining earlier, a soft summer rain, and the road would be slick with oil and moisture.
From his cry, she knew that she was closest to it, so the initial move would be up to her.
Headlights flickering between the trees that lined the road soon became her beacon, and Jacynthe bounded along until she reached the water-soaked ditch that skirted the pavement. Then she paused, rose on her hind legs, and slowly metamorphosed into her human form…a slim and raven-haired woman
.
She ran her hands through her hair to smooth it down a little.
And then she leapt naked up to the roadway and into the headlights of the passing car.
Brakes screeched, tires slewed on the wet pavement before the car came to a halt, headlights shining on the tree trunks beside the road. Then, slowly, the beams began to tilt upwards toward the sky as the car slipped down the embankment and came to rest in the muddy slough.
Jacynthe was down the slope just as Conor was dragging the well-fleshed blonde woman out through the open window of the car.
"Oh, thank God!" she gasped. "You saved…"
Then she got a look at Conor's face.
Then she screamed.
* * *
After they had eaten their fill and resumed their human form, Conor took Jacynthe by the hand and they washed each other of the blood in the water of the ditch.
Then they stretched out on the grassy embankment and kissed by the glow of the dimming headlamps and the full summer moon.
Their love-making was as gentle as their hunting and eating had been ferocious. Conor began at her forehead and his lips traced little road maps over her whole body, with the busiest highways encircling her nipples, her navel and her clitoris. Then she drew her own map in kisses from his lips, over his chest to his groin.
Here the map ended as her mouth encircled first, his testicles, which she drew completely into her mouth and gnawed gently on until he moaned in ecstasy. Then she concentrated on the crown of his penis, which she delegated to her lips and tongue to arouse to the point of ejaculation.
Finally, when they were both panting in their mindless need, Jacynthe instinctively rolled onto her belly in the cool grass and clutched his hands to her breasts. Conor took the nape of her neck tenderly between his teeth and firmly but gently held her fast as his hard shaft parted her buttocks and inserted itself up the puckered entrance to her rectum.
She shivered in delight as he fucked her with regular and steadily deeper thrusts until he spurted his cum into her and she voiced her orgasm in one bestial cry.
"Oh, Conor…" she breathed as she came floating down to earth, "I would go through anything, any pain, any degradation, any suffering just to be your Jacynthe…"
And a harsh voice interrupted her dreaming.
"I'm afraid you may have to do just that, my dear," it sneered. "You may well have the desire to be a Nightwalker, but do you have the strength of will to be a Jacynthe?"
Jackie blinked at Magda.
And it was morning.
* * *
Theo and Magda led Jackie upstairs, along another long hall and into a bright, sunlit breakfast room complete with a table, two chairs, and a lovely young blonde girl, maybe a year or two younger than Jackie, who, in a slight contrast to Jackie's nipple clamps and chain, was provided with a studded leather collar and a pair of leather wrist bands, all three attached to each other with a fine silver chain.
"This is Cleo," Magda introduced her, but the girl showed no sign of having heard, continuing instead, to stare at a plate of sausages and scrambled eggs on the table in front of her. "It's all right, Cleo. You may eat now."
At that signal, the girl plunged her face into the eggs and began to suck them into her mouth like some mindless animal. Then she grabbed a sausage between her teeth and sucked it between her lips to chew on it, ignoring the streamers of saliva that drooled out of the corners of her mouth.
"God, what does she think she is?" Jackie gasped. "An animal?"
"Another failure, I'm afraid," Magda said sadly. "Conor had such high hopes for her, too. But we never managed to train her past this stage. As you can see, we've pretty much driven the humanity out of her, but she is resistant to accepting any new identity. I'm afraid we're left with this…creature."
"And I could become like that?" Jackie asked in horror.
"I'd even go so far as to say that the odds are you will," Magda nodded. "Unless you accept my training unconditionally."
"Would…would it be a mark against me, against my training…if I were to ask for something to eat?" Jackie asked hesitantly. "I mean, in order to accept your training unconditionally is it necessary that I starve?"
"Not at all," Magda smiled her crooked smile. "You may have anything…"
"Like what?"
"Let me finish, Nobody! 'Anything'…I was going to say…'that Cleo chooses to give you.' Stop eating now, Cleo." The blonde halted immediately, ignoring the bits of egg still stuck on her lips and returned to staring blankly at her plate. There was one sausage and about a fifth of the original egg left.
"Go on, Nobody," Magda said. "Ask her to share."
"Please may I have some of that, Cleo?" Jackie asked.
The girl continued to stare at the plate.
"Ask again. Louder," Magda said.
"Please may I have some?" Jackie almost shouted.
Nothing from Cleo.
However, on the third time of asking—almost a bellow—Cleo's eyes rose slowly from her plate to a level with Jackie's face…and stared right through her as if no one was there.
Jackie shuddered with the horror of being stared at by a virtual animal…and totally ignored. She had, she realized, never felt more like a Nobody in her life.
Magda, however, seemed delighted.
"Congratulations, Nobody!" she said, though there was little warmth in the phrase as she pronounced it. "You have passed your first test. Cleo is our bloodhound. She can sniff a Somebody no matter how well they are hidden in the trappings of a Nobody. But she can also sense the void at the core of the soul that marks the true Nobody in the making. It is still a long road that you have to travel yet, of course, with much suffering to come along the way. But you have started. That is something."
Somehow, Jackie failed to find much encouragement in those words as Magda and Theo led her, feeling a hollow terror that was not mere physical hunger, out of the breakfast room and back to the Studio.
Chapter Nine
"Today," Magda said, "we are going to introduce you to a personal friend. M'sieu LeCoq. You and he should hit it off quite well, from the sounds I heard issuing from your cell this morning."
Theo sniggered obnoxiously and went over to a dark corner of the room where he began to drag out something that looked like a child's hobby horse, except for the bindings on the stirrups and reins…and the shape of the pommel on its saddle.
"This is M'sieu LeCoq," Magda said. "So named, of course, because of…well, it's obvious."
Jackie swallowed hard. That couldn't be meant to…
"Climb on and sit well forward, Miss Nobody, so that the pommel rests against your clitoris," Magda instructed Jackie. "Good. Now, Theo, strap her ankles firmly into the stirrups, and wrap the reins tightly around her wrists. We don't want her moving her clit from that position…"
Thank God, Jackie thought. At least she wasn't going to be expected to fuck that thing. It'd never fit.
"Not right yet, anyway," Magda finished both their sentences. "But hold on, just a moment, Theo. I think you've got her a bit too tight. Must allow some leeway for vertical movement of the pommel against her clitoris. Straighten your legs, Miss N. There! See? You should be able to see light between her ass and the saddle. Loosen the bindings on her ankles a bit. There! That's got it! Comfortable, dear?"
"Of course not," Jackie muttered.
"Good. But it gets worse. You can blindfold her now, Theo."
Jackie's view of all around her vanished into blackness behind the hood that fitted over her head and covered her face to the tip of her nose.
"Now, let's go for a little canter, shall we?" Magda asked.
As she spoke, the wooden horse began to move up and down, slowly at first so the Jackie's buttocks remained firmly on the saddle, but then gradually faster and more violently, so that her rear left the saddle as far as the straps on her ankles would let it and then came smacking down again. And each movement, of course, caused the cock-shaped pommel to rub against her cl
it. Within minutes, Jackie could feel her pussy becoming wet as the stimulation of that tender knob of flesh caused her belly to begin that familiar burning that preceded an orgasm. Soon she was breathing in raw gasps and thrusting her groin as hard against the false cock as her bonds would let her, and she felt the sexually stimulated moisture beginning to trickle down her inner thighs.
Sensing just how ready she had become, however, Magda ordered,
"All, right, Theo, stop the horse."
"God, nooohhh!" Jackie pleaded. "You can't stop now! I'm just about to come!"
"All in good time, my dear," Magda said. "You see, M'sieu LeCoq's objective is to force your libido to become your dominant motivator. In other words, you will soon become the slave of your sex drive, submitting your whole being, not to me, but to that huge, hard leather phallus. Soon you will desire it deep inside you more than you have ever wanted anything in this whole world. In fact, that world will soon become totally irrelevant…and only M'sieu LeCoq and your raging pussy will continue to exist."
"God, no! That sounds like madness," Jackie panted hoarsely, still quivering in desperation for the release which only that rigid wooden cock could give.
"You're right," Magdalena chuckled dryly. "But you'll find it is a madness you will soon crave with all your being. Loosen the bindings on her ankles, Theo. Lift her up."
"No, I don't want to be taken off!" Jackie screamed. "I want to fucking come!"
"Of course you do," Magda chuckled. "And far be it from us to deny a wish so fervently expressed."
Theo took her by the hips then and sat her back down…directly on the giant wooden pommel.
"Ohhhh…gaghhhhh!" It was half a moan of pleasure and half a groan of pain, as she felt the oversized phallus force itself up her pussy.
And then the horse began to move again. Pitching and rolling and bucking, so that the cock rammed in and out of her as she rose and fell with the violence of its movement.
The blindfold forced Jackie to concentrate every bit of her mind and body on the terrible invader, so that she almost immediately felt the tension building in her abdomen and spreading down her legs and up through her chest to clutch at her throat, causing her breath to become more ragged and her heart to pound in the delirious expectation of the sexual convulsion rising in her loins. Still, it seemed forever before a violent orgasm roared through her whole body, making her convulse and scream aloud,"Oh, shhheiiit! Sheeeeiiitt! Oh, Gahhhhhhhhhwwwww! I'm cummmiiiiingg!"
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