ledoux
Governor
Firefly’s Choice
She was to be the last.
Through tear-filled eyes, Aisha had watched the only other surviving members of The Sisterhood scream and beg for mercy as they writhed on crosses. Over the last few weeks, dozens of other Sisters were crucified and now lay in unmarked holes in the ground. All had been raped. Her guard had said this was a precaution as Roman law prohibited crucifying a virgin. Thus, after her hands were nailed, both guards would ensure Roman law was followed in her case too.
While she suspected some of the Sisterhood had been known by men, she was unspoiled. She looked up at one of the two guards towering over her small frame. Which one would despoil her first? Which one would deny her the afterlife nirvana that awaited only virgins. The Romans had condemned her both in this life and the next.
Now she kneeled, hands bound behind her back and tried to forget the nails she’d seen the guard behind her holding. They were so sharp and huge— her wrists and feet so tiny! She closed her eyes and tried not to imagine them ripping tender flesh and cracking their way through rigid bone. She tried not to look at the piece of lumber lying on the ground waiting for her, waiting to torture her tender flesh.
“I’m … so … sorry, little one.” Sister’s voice was hoarse, strained by what had seemed to Aisha an eternity of screams and cries for mercy. After the guards raised Sister up, they left her to hang only by her nail-ravished hands for several minutes before finally giving her the “mercy” of slamming nails through her feet. The guard had grinned when telling Aisha this hanging by nailed hands was part of their “maximum pain” technique.
“I … I’m so scared, Sister,” Aisha said. “The Goddess has abandoned us.”
The only response Aisha got were moans and sobs.
She flinched when a guard roughly grabbed her arms, pulled her to her feet. When he untied her arms, she tried to flee, but he grabbed her, lifted her into the air, and forced her closer to her instrument of torture and death. “Well, now you will know pain such as you never imagined pain could be!”
As she was suspended, held partially by a body part she’d vowed no man would ever see much less touch, she heard … music … strange sounds and words filled the air.
From the speakers below the wall monitor came a song, “I don’t want a lot for Christmas, underneath the Christmas tree.” Then, “Holy Shit! That's your ringtone!?” One of the guards said and laughed. “Mariah fuckin’ Cary!? Didn't know you're such a marshmallow.” He looked at the other guard's tunic – the source of the sound. “You realize of course, Barbaria's gonna tear you a new one, right?”
“Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK! That idiot!” @Barbaria1 glared at the CCTV monitor. “ledoux's gonna be apoplectic!”
@Eulalia smiled. “It'll be okay. @MagicalFirefly is in her fantasy LaLa Land right now.” She smiled. “C’mon Barb, we’ve both been there. If that guard'll just turn the damn phone off, she'll stay there.”
Barb shook her head. “You know how important this is to ledoux. His entire Asian expansion plan depends on @Loxuru ’s billions. If this goes south, whatdaya’ think ledoux's gonna do to me? The rack?”
Eul laughed. “You had five earthshaking orgasms last time he racked you so, given he'll be super-pissed, I'm gonna go with ‘no.’” She shook her head. “And he's much too squeamish to do anything physical to you that you wouldn't enjoy.”
“Five is still well short of your record and …” Barb's eyes widened. “Ommigod! You think he'll stop torturing me!? That would be horrific.”
“Could happen. Or … he might fire you.”
“But then, but then … no more of our Friday night get-togethers! Oh shit!”
“Eul, we've got to find some way to fix this. I mean, ledoux's not the greatest flogger there is, but he's got game.”
Eul smiled. “Not to mention the largest selection of torture and crucifixion equipment on the planet. And a way to fix any injury they may cause.”
“You're right! You and I are the two luckiest girls on CruxForums. Please, help me fix this!”
Eul glanced up at the monitor. “When I was Chief Hostess—”
“When you were Chief Hostess, you didn't have a major screw-up like this.” Barb winked at Eul. “Plus, you kept the Boss's cock very happy very often.”
Eul scowled. “Which is part of the job description of a slave – his slave – which I was and still am, I—”
“Oh Eul, I didn't mean it that way. It's just … I'm not feeling a lot of job security right now. Slaves-R-Us, your new gig, madame president, is growing like crazy. Ledoux must be extremely pleased.
“He is pleased. Look, I don't know what ledoux's gonna do, but I do know this: Crux Park needs @Loxuru's investment. If little miss MagicalFirefly doesn't sign a contract to be @Loxuru ’s BDSM sex slave for the next year, I don't want to be you.”
Barb shook her head. “Wish I’d never organized that goddamn field trip to the Park for the Forums. Then, @Loxuru would have never seen little miss Firefly and fallen in instant lust.”
“But,” Eul said, “after she turned down his slave contract offer, it was your idea to make up the phony lottery, give Firefly the free deluxe crucifixion. It’s a good plan--get her addicted, then use it as leverage to get her to sign the slave contract. It’s dishonest, immoral, possibly illegal, vile and despicable – so ledoux’s sure to love it.
“But we both know he's only gonna love it if it works. If it doesn’t, I’m fucked—but not in the good way.”
“Planting @Loinclothslave, @messaline , and @Kathy in the group of “Sisters” instead of just regular customers was also a good idea. They’ll play along with her fantasy. It might work.”
“Not likely. Most likely, I’m screwed—but not in the good way.”
“Barb, you’re usually miss optimism, I—”
“Deadmeat, that’s me. Deadmeat.”
“If you say, ‘not in the good way,’ I’m gonna have you banned from the Dolcett and other cannibalism threads.”
What was that strange music? Where did it come from? Gone now. Her terror must be causing Aisha to hallucinate.
Aisha began to sob as they forced her to the ground, grabbed her arms, and roughly slammed her to the wood, fettered her left arm to it. When she felt a sharp pain in her left wrist, she knew she should not look. But she could not force her gaze away as Hammer rushed down to meet Nail.
After the agony of nailing, the guards would ensure her everlasting damnation.
And then, once again screams filled the valley.
She was to be the last.
Through tear-filled eyes, Aisha had watched the only other surviving members of The Sisterhood scream and beg for mercy as they writhed on crosses. Over the last few weeks, dozens of other Sisters were crucified and now lay in unmarked holes in the ground. All had been raped. Her guard had said this was a precaution as Roman law prohibited crucifying a virgin. Thus, after her hands were nailed, both guards would ensure Roman law was followed in her case too.
While she suspected some of the Sisterhood had been known by men, she was unspoiled. She looked up at one of the two guards towering over her small frame. Which one would despoil her first? Which one would deny her the afterlife nirvana that awaited only virgins. The Romans had condemned her both in this life and the next.
Now she kneeled, hands bound behind her back and tried to forget the nails she’d seen the guard behind her holding. They were so sharp and huge— her wrists and feet so tiny! She closed her eyes and tried not to imagine them ripping tender flesh and cracking their way through rigid bone. She tried not to look at the piece of lumber lying on the ground waiting for her, waiting to torture her tender flesh.
“I’m … so … sorry, little one.” Sister’s voice was hoarse, strained by what had seemed to Aisha an eternity of screams and cries for mercy. After the guards raised Sister up, they left her to hang only by her nail-ravished hands for several minutes before finally giving her the “mercy” of slamming nails through her feet. The guard had grinned when telling Aisha this hanging by nailed hands was part of their “maximum pain” technique.
“I … I’m so scared, Sister,” Aisha said. “The Goddess has abandoned us.”
The only response Aisha got were moans and sobs.
She flinched when a guard roughly grabbed her arms, pulled her to her feet. When he untied her arms, she tried to flee, but he grabbed her, lifted her into the air, and forced her closer to her instrument of torture and death. “Well, now you will know pain such as you never imagined pain could be!”
As she was suspended, held partially by a body part she’d vowed no man would ever see much less touch, she heard … music … strange sounds and words filled the air.
***
From the speakers below the wall monitor came a song, “I don’t want a lot for Christmas, underneath the Christmas tree.” Then, “Holy Shit! That's your ringtone!?” One of the guards said and laughed. “Mariah fuckin’ Cary!? Didn't know you're such a marshmallow.” He looked at the other guard's tunic – the source of the sound. “You realize of course, Barbaria's gonna tear you a new one, right?”
“Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK! That idiot!” @Barbaria1 glared at the CCTV monitor. “ledoux's gonna be apoplectic!”
@Eulalia smiled. “It'll be okay. @MagicalFirefly is in her fantasy LaLa Land right now.” She smiled. “C’mon Barb, we’ve both been there. If that guard'll just turn the damn phone off, she'll stay there.”
Barb shook her head. “You know how important this is to ledoux. His entire Asian expansion plan depends on @Loxuru ’s billions. If this goes south, whatdaya’ think ledoux's gonna do to me? The rack?”
Eul laughed. “You had five earthshaking orgasms last time he racked you so, given he'll be super-pissed, I'm gonna go with ‘no.’” She shook her head. “And he's much too squeamish to do anything physical to you that you wouldn't enjoy.”
“Five is still well short of your record and …” Barb's eyes widened. “Ommigod! You think he'll stop torturing me!? That would be horrific.”
“Could happen. Or … he might fire you.”
“But then, but then … no more of our Friday night get-togethers! Oh shit!”
“Eul, we've got to find some way to fix this. I mean, ledoux's not the greatest flogger there is, but he's got game.”
Eul smiled. “Not to mention the largest selection of torture and crucifixion equipment on the planet. And a way to fix any injury they may cause.”
“You're right! You and I are the two luckiest girls on CruxForums. Please, help me fix this!”
Eul glanced up at the monitor. “When I was Chief Hostess—”
“When you were Chief Hostess, you didn't have a major screw-up like this.” Barb winked at Eul. “Plus, you kept the Boss's cock very happy very often.”
Eul scowled. “Which is part of the job description of a slave – his slave – which I was and still am, I—”
“Oh Eul, I didn't mean it that way. It's just … I'm not feeling a lot of job security right now. Slaves-R-Us, your new gig, madame president, is growing like crazy. Ledoux must be extremely pleased.
“He is pleased. Look, I don't know what ledoux's gonna do, but I do know this: Crux Park needs @Loxuru's investment. If little miss MagicalFirefly doesn't sign a contract to be @Loxuru ’s BDSM sex slave for the next year, I don't want to be you.”
Barb shook her head. “Wish I’d never organized that goddamn field trip to the Park for the Forums. Then, @Loxuru would have never seen little miss Firefly and fallen in instant lust.”
“But,” Eul said, “after she turned down his slave contract offer, it was your idea to make up the phony lottery, give Firefly the free deluxe crucifixion. It’s a good plan--get her addicted, then use it as leverage to get her to sign the slave contract. It’s dishonest, immoral, possibly illegal, vile and despicable – so ledoux’s sure to love it.
“But we both know he's only gonna love it if it works. If it doesn’t, I’m fucked—but not in the good way.”
“Planting @Loinclothslave, @messaline , and @Kathy in the group of “Sisters” instead of just regular customers was also a good idea. They’ll play along with her fantasy. It might work.”
“Not likely. Most likely, I’m screwed—but not in the good way.”
“Barb, you’re usually miss optimism, I—”
“Deadmeat, that’s me. Deadmeat.”
“If you say, ‘not in the good way,’ I’m gonna have you banned from the Dolcett and other cannibalism threads.”
***
What was that strange music? Where did it come from? Gone now. Her terror must be causing Aisha to hallucinate.
Aisha began to sob as they forced her to the ground, grabbed her arms, and roughly slammed her to the wood, fettered her left arm to it. When she felt a sharp pain in her left wrist, she knew she should not look. But she could not force her gaze away as Hammer rushed down to meet Nail.
After the agony of nailing, the guards would ensure her everlasting damnation.
And then, once again screams filled the valley.
TBC
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