Tightly Bound
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
19,467
Reviews:
13
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 6
Silence.
Erin strained her ears for any sign of movement, but her ears picked up nothing. Her anxiety began to overwhelm her then as she began to feel the early stages of a panic attack flow through her body. She began to hyperventilate as her heart raced, its beat sending palpitations throughout her whole body.
"...Yes let the anxiety overwhelm your body, revel in its feeling as your body begins to lose control. You cannot control it, relax and give into it. Enjoy It." the priest said, his voice a raspy whisper at the edge of her ears, she could feel his breath on her face burning her with its stench as she flinched away. His acrid breathe permeating her nostrils and infecting her with his stench. It smelled of whisky, stale sweat and cigarettes.
He moved away silently, like a voiceless sentinel blending back into the shadows of her mind. She felt a heat pass across her body, an intense heat, like he was breathing on her, or a red hot iron passed quickly across her body, as her mind began to reel at the possibilities. The source of its heat could be anything as it lingered centimetres away from her flesh; its heat beginning to burn as it got closer and closer. She felt it near her face, but it was still at a comfortable distance so as not to burn her. Its heat gently warmed her face.
Suddenly she felt a blisteringly hot heat fall onto her nipples, scalding her flesh as she cried out in pain. The heat quickly dissipating as it touched her cool skin. She felt the hot liquid solidify and the familiar hissing of a candle. The wax solidified to form a thin skin upon her surface as the wax continued to drip, from left breast to right. The intense heat lasting for a few seconds followed by relief. Her nipples began to ache from the intense pain of the hot wax, followed by the relief followed afterwards as she felt them stiffen from the stimulation, quite unlike any other she had felt previously. Her breathing began to deepen as the anxiety began to ebb away, her confidence growing stronger with each drip. The priest stopped when Erin softly expelled a moan.
"I see that you are beginning to trust me, you are giving your body free reign over the emotions that are running through your body and as a result you are beginning to enjoy these feelings. As you can see there is a very thin line between pleasure and pain, I believe that you are beginning to discover that. Let's move on." The priest said his voice lowering down to a whisper. From the background music started, slowly growing louder until it filled Erin's ears so that she could not hear anything.
"Ah the sweet sounds of music to help build the atmosphere that I so dearly want to create. Now my dear you have lost your sense of hearing, you still have your voice left which shall be used to scream, for that shall be all that will be filling your ears besides this music. So sing for me now, let me hear your screams.... Of pleasure." The priest finished, his malicious voice drowned out by the music playing in the background.
"Choices always were a problem for you. What you need is someone strong to guide you. Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow, what you need is someone strong to use you... like me"
Erin felt the sweat bead at the back of her neck and trickle down her spine. Their cold trails causing her heart rate to increase as she became paranoid as to where the priest's location was. She strained her ears to hear anything over the music but heard nothing. What was he doing? What kind of torture was he going to put her through?
*Crack*
Erin felt all the air rush out of her body in a sudden as the whip came into contact with her right thigh. A bloodcurdling scream filled the air as it drowned out the music temporarily; it took her awhile to realise that the person screaming was herself. She stopped; gasping for breath like a goldfish that had just been introduced to the bathroom tiles. Her heart was racing at an unbelievable speed; she thought that at the rate it was going it could explode any second. Her right thigh began to burn as the heat travelled up her thigh.
"If you want to get your soul to heaven, trust in me. Don't judge or question. You are broken now, but faith can heal you."
*crack*
Erin arched her back forwards as she felt the whip on her back. The pain lancing up as he lashed out at her, the whip stinging her like an angry wasp over and over again. Erin let out a low guttural moan as she leaned forwards heavily against the constraints. Even though she couldn't see, she could feel her head begin to spin as she felt light-headed and nauseous. She dry retched as she struggled to maintain conscienceness. The pain-free world of unconsciousness getting closer with each gasping breath. She felt the whip flail against her left inner thigh, the pain not as intense as the past areas. More hot, as its heat travelled up her thigh to warm her in an almost pleasurable way. Perhaps she was delusional and she was just imagining this all because she was on the brink of unconsciousness.
"Just do everything I tell you to do. Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow. Let me lay my holy hand upon you. My God's will becomes"
The priest walked over to Erin and slapped her hard in the face. The shock of it caused Erin to cry out in dismay, bringing her back to harsh reality. She could feel his caustic breath inches away from her face, his breath filling her breathing air as she choked on it, gagging. Infecting and saturating her with his presence, like a virus that had no cure, assaulting her senses over and over again.
"Back to reality are we? I couldn't let you drift off to the land of nod and let all my efforts go to waste. Not after we have come so... far." The priest said, finishing with a grin, not that Erin could see.
"Besides... I think we were getting somewhere..." the priests voice lingered to a whisper as she felt his hand run across her body, his rough callused hands upon her body as his hands ran across her supple flesh, to the place of intense heat in between her legs. He felt the warmth between her part legs as he softly stroked her lithe flesh. Erin tried to resist, but a softly expelled sigh escaped from her lips as his fingers found their way inside. His rough fingers sliding in and out her with ease. Crouching on his ankles the priest gently trailed his tongue across the angry welts left from the whip on her inner thigh. Erin quivered inwardly as his tongue gently touched her wounds, sending tremors of pleasure through her body.
"When he speaks out, he speaks through me. He has needs like I do. We both want to rape you."
Erin heard the rustling of clothing dimly over the sound of the music and knew what was to come next. Not that she could do anything about what was to transpire except give herself willingly so as not to cause any more injuries on her own behalf. She felt the priests hands move away from her part legs as she lay there, waiting. Preparing her body for the inevitable rape that was going to occur. Suddenly she felt his hands upon her throat, his thumbs squeezing her windpipe, blocking it, crushing it. Causing her to gag and choke as she feebly tried to breathe. Her body straining to gain precious oxygen as her heart raced feebly trying to keep up with the body's need for oxygen. The thing that disturbed her the most was that there was no sound from the priest. No hint of malice, just his normal steady breathing in and out as she gasped for breath. The sounds of her gagging filling the room, drowning out the sounds of the music in the background. Drowning out the heart beat within her head as Erin's mind filled with the sounds of her oxygen deprived body gasp, gurgling and choking on her own secretions as she slipped into the other realm of death. Welcoming its embrace with open arms. She did not fight it; she welcomed it, revelling in its emotions as she felt her body float higher and higher into the darkness and beyond. Peace, eternal peace. From far away she could hear the lyrics of the song echoing through her mind, like the eternal whisper of a wind rustling leaves in a park on a lovely autumn day.
"Jesus Christ, why don't you come save my life. Open my eyes and blind me with your light and your lies."
Erin strained her ears for any sign of movement, but her ears picked up nothing. Her anxiety began to overwhelm her then as she began to feel the early stages of a panic attack flow through her body. She began to hyperventilate as her heart raced, its beat sending palpitations throughout her whole body.
"...Yes let the anxiety overwhelm your body, revel in its feeling as your body begins to lose control. You cannot control it, relax and give into it. Enjoy It." the priest said, his voice a raspy whisper at the edge of her ears, she could feel his breath on her face burning her with its stench as she flinched away. His acrid breathe permeating her nostrils and infecting her with his stench. It smelled of whisky, stale sweat and cigarettes.
He moved away silently, like a voiceless sentinel blending back into the shadows of her mind. She felt a heat pass across her body, an intense heat, like he was breathing on her, or a red hot iron passed quickly across her body, as her mind began to reel at the possibilities. The source of its heat could be anything as it lingered centimetres away from her flesh; its heat beginning to burn as it got closer and closer. She felt it near her face, but it was still at a comfortable distance so as not to burn her. Its heat gently warmed her face.
Suddenly she felt a blisteringly hot heat fall onto her nipples, scalding her flesh as she cried out in pain. The heat quickly dissipating as it touched her cool skin. She felt the hot liquid solidify and the familiar hissing of a candle. The wax solidified to form a thin skin upon her surface as the wax continued to drip, from left breast to right. The intense heat lasting for a few seconds followed by relief. Her nipples began to ache from the intense pain of the hot wax, followed by the relief followed afterwards as she felt them stiffen from the stimulation, quite unlike any other she had felt previously. Her breathing began to deepen as the anxiety began to ebb away, her confidence growing stronger with each drip. The priest stopped when Erin softly expelled a moan.
"I see that you are beginning to trust me, you are giving your body free reign over the emotions that are running through your body and as a result you are beginning to enjoy these feelings. As you can see there is a very thin line between pleasure and pain, I believe that you are beginning to discover that. Let's move on." The priest said his voice lowering down to a whisper. From the background music started, slowly growing louder until it filled Erin's ears so that she could not hear anything.
"Ah the sweet sounds of music to help build the atmosphere that I so dearly want to create. Now my dear you have lost your sense of hearing, you still have your voice left which shall be used to scream, for that shall be all that will be filling your ears besides this music. So sing for me now, let me hear your screams.... Of pleasure." The priest finished, his malicious voice drowned out by the music playing in the background.
"Choices always were a problem for you. What you need is someone strong to guide you. Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow, what you need is someone strong to use you... like me"
Erin felt the sweat bead at the back of her neck and trickle down her spine. Their cold trails causing her heart rate to increase as she became paranoid as to where the priest's location was. She strained her ears to hear anything over the music but heard nothing. What was he doing? What kind of torture was he going to put her through?
*Crack*
Erin felt all the air rush out of her body in a sudden as the whip came into contact with her right thigh. A bloodcurdling scream filled the air as it drowned out the music temporarily; it took her awhile to realise that the person screaming was herself. She stopped; gasping for breath like a goldfish that had just been introduced to the bathroom tiles. Her heart was racing at an unbelievable speed; she thought that at the rate it was going it could explode any second. Her right thigh began to burn as the heat travelled up her thigh.
"If you want to get your soul to heaven, trust in me. Don't judge or question. You are broken now, but faith can heal you."
*crack*
Erin arched her back forwards as she felt the whip on her back. The pain lancing up as he lashed out at her, the whip stinging her like an angry wasp over and over again. Erin let out a low guttural moan as she leaned forwards heavily against the constraints. Even though she couldn't see, she could feel her head begin to spin as she felt light-headed and nauseous. She dry retched as she struggled to maintain conscienceness. The pain-free world of unconsciousness getting closer with each gasping breath. She felt the whip flail against her left inner thigh, the pain not as intense as the past areas. More hot, as its heat travelled up her thigh to warm her in an almost pleasurable way. Perhaps she was delusional and she was just imagining this all because she was on the brink of unconsciousness.
"Just do everything I tell you to do. Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow. Let me lay my holy hand upon you. My God's will becomes"
The priest walked over to Erin and slapped her hard in the face. The shock of it caused Erin to cry out in dismay, bringing her back to harsh reality. She could feel his caustic breath inches away from her face, his breath filling her breathing air as she choked on it, gagging. Infecting and saturating her with his presence, like a virus that had no cure, assaulting her senses over and over again.
"Back to reality are we? I couldn't let you drift off to the land of nod and let all my efforts go to waste. Not after we have come so... far." The priest said, finishing with a grin, not that Erin could see.
"Besides... I think we were getting somewhere..." the priests voice lingered to a whisper as she felt his hand run across her body, his rough callused hands upon her body as his hands ran across her supple flesh, to the place of intense heat in between her legs. He felt the warmth between her part legs as he softly stroked her lithe flesh. Erin tried to resist, but a softly expelled sigh escaped from her lips as his fingers found their way inside. His rough fingers sliding in and out her with ease. Crouching on his ankles the priest gently trailed his tongue across the angry welts left from the whip on her inner thigh. Erin quivered inwardly as his tongue gently touched her wounds, sending tremors of pleasure through her body.
"When he speaks out, he speaks through me. He has needs like I do. We both want to rape you."
Erin heard the rustling of clothing dimly over the sound of the music and knew what was to come next. Not that she could do anything about what was to transpire except give herself willingly so as not to cause any more injuries on her own behalf. She felt the priests hands move away from her part legs as she lay there, waiting. Preparing her body for the inevitable rape that was going to occur. Suddenly she felt his hands upon her throat, his thumbs squeezing her windpipe, blocking it, crushing it. Causing her to gag and choke as she feebly tried to breathe. Her body straining to gain precious oxygen as her heart raced feebly trying to keep up with the body's need for oxygen. The thing that disturbed her the most was that there was no sound from the priest. No hint of malice, just his normal steady breathing in and out as she gasped for breath. The sounds of her gagging filling the room, drowning out the sounds of the music in the background. Drowning out the heart beat within her head as Erin's mind filled with the sounds of her oxygen deprived body gasp, gurgling and choking on her own secretions as she slipped into the other realm of death. Welcoming its embrace with open arms. She did not fight it; she welcomed it, revelling in its emotions as she felt her body float higher and higher into the darkness and beyond. Peace, eternal peace. From far away she could hear the lyrics of the song echoing through her mind, like the eternal whisper of a wind rustling leaves in a park on a lovely autumn day.
"Jesus Christ, why don't you come save my life. Open my eyes and blind me with your light and your lies."