Clementine in HellChapter 19 Back in the Clearing
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"How was your annual chat to Rashumba? I saw you had a nice long talk before she started slicing up your poor old back! It must be great to meet up with her and talk over old times! She gave you her best effort yet, I would say. But you seem OK. They'll never break you, Clemmy!"
Alexia and her lover were lying together at midnight on the day of the anniversary. It was bad enough to know that another year had passed and her imprisonment was going interminably on and on, but each anniversary had to be marked by the agony of flagellation skilfully inflicted by a past mistress in that black art accompanied by sneering gloating from the venomous Rashumba. The whipping, though, was followed by the most delicious comfort! Clemmy had felt her darling's tongue licking her sore back for the past two hours. Poor Alexia must be getting pretty dry after all the saliva she had left on Clemmy!
"It was like the others, Alexia - only worse. I think she gets better and better, but I don't care any more. I really truly don't give a shit about it all. It still hurts but I'm not afraid any longer when I'm tied up against that fucking wall waiting for those bitches to start flogging me. And I don't jerk under the lash these days. You must have seen that? Pain is my destiny, Alexia and I accept it. It hurts just as badly as ever, but I live with it now. I can hardly remember what being without pain was like and I'll never know such a time again. So this is my life. A life of unending agony made bearable only because I am with you! You, my darling and these other women. Getting a team of great fighters together and keeping them up to scratch. I'm happy enough with my lot. I mean! What choice is there? As long as I am happy, they lose and I win."
The two lay together for a while. The night was frosty and they both wondered what the coming winter would be like. Now that the regime had been relaxed for ultra cold weather the other women would be indoors all day and all night. Only Clementine, who would work outdoors no matter how cold it became, had any reason to fear it. And she no longer felt fear or any other emotion save love for Viola and Alexia. Her hatred of Rashumba was a thing she had forced herself these last few months to exclude utterly from her mind. She accepted all the torments that the black woman inflicted on her in a totally impersonal way. In view of the utter powerlessness of her situation vis a vis her enemy, she could now only keep her sanity by forgetting her. The woman who had just whipped her was nobody, just a hand wielding a whip, no different to any of the guards - or so she tried to tell herself.
Clemmy kissed Alexia goodnight and felt the body next to her relaxing into a deep sleep. She lay awake a little longer, though. She had not been entirely truthful to Alexia, whom she did feel very fond of. She was not going to be here for the next nine years. She had wasted too much of her life as it was. And it was Viola who filled her dreams, not faithful dear Alexia. It would hurt to leave her behind, but, as she had said, if Clemmy made it home the Government would be forced to improve conditions here. The world community had ways of bringing small countries into line. Alexia would benefit from her escape, as would the rest of them.
She slipped into slumber and, as she did so, realised not for the first time that the fight tournaments were her best hope of getting out. There must be a way of talking to some of the spectators, one of whom might be able to help. She was sure some of them were not locals, but Westerners like herself.
Rashumba had pulled a shoulder while thrashing Clementine. It hadn't brought Clemmy any benefit, though. The injury did not show up until later and she delivered all her lashes with her customary thoroughness and terrifying power and her subsequent punches had hurt her victim as badly as ever they had in the clearing over three years ago. But the next day Rashumba had the most intense pain whenever she tried to raise her arm. The weather here was getting uncomfortably cooler already and there were no local doctors she trusted, so she went to Paris for treatment.
In between her sessions at the clinic, she revisited some of her old haunts. It was with some happiness that she found that the club where she and Viola had done their painful act still functioned. The manager remembered her and enquired after Viola, whom he had not seen since Clementine took her back to England with her. She growlingly replied that she had no idea. Then she took a seat and prepared to enjoy the show. She was disappointed to see that it was tamer than in her day,. There was a whipping act, but it involved a woman flogging a man and not terribly hard at that. If she were in charge of this place, there would be more action that this.
She closed her eyes and saw again Viola's bleeding back. She still missed that girl sometimes, but the memory of staggering dazedly out of the wood after her fearsome beating by Clementine hands and seeing the look of joy on her face as the winner carried her off had destroyed much of the love she had once felt.
One day she drove out to Viola's house in the country. It was not so much that she hoped to see Viola again, and she very much doubted that her former lover/sex slave had been near France since Clementine took her away. Something told her that she had lost Viola for ever. She wanted to see the place where she had seen off a dozen challengers before finally being beaten in a very close contest by the loathsome Clementine, who was now paying dearly for her insolence! She went into the grounds, after seeing that the house was shuttered and apparently unoccupied. She looked at the deserted scene and was more sure than ever that Viola had not been near her country retreat in years - possibly since Clementine had taken her back to England. Well - she wasn't interested in her any more, not after she had seen Clementine beat her.
She spent little time looking at the house, with its peeling paint and general air of desolation, but made for the wood along the path where she had last walked side by side with an opponent who had not deigned to look at her once on that fateful procession. In a few minutes she was in the clearing. It seemed smaller than she remembered. She stood in the centre, where she had fought thirteen other women and relived her triumphs when she had despatched all those dykes to bloody unconsciousness and chuckled at the memory. Then the last fight kept coming into her mind. She undressed in the autumn chill and assumed a fighting posture. It felt like the first time she had raised her fists since that awful day, although she had been training hard during the summer. She did a bit of punching at the frosty autumn air and squatted down on the grass.
She recalled how the blows she had rained on Clementine that day had not stopped the blonde girl coming back at her time and time again, her face a soggy, bloody mess and her body one giant bruise, until she, Rashumba, had been left senseless on the ground. She remembered coming to and staggering to the edge of the wood and seeing Clementine carrying her Viola away not seeing fit to give one backward glance. Well, she had recently battered that arrogant bitch again and this time there had been no chance for her to fight back. It had felt good to feel her fists make contact with that hated face and pound on those ribs and that defenceless stomach, but she knew that a fight with her on equal terms, one in which she was victorious, was what she desired most of all. She might be risking a repeat of the defeat she had suffered here but she felt compelled to take the risk. Unhappily, though, she would be no good with her shoulder in the state it was right now.
Rashumba had no idea how long she sat there, but it couldn't have been long before the cold made her come to her senses. She couldn't take the cold like the tough Clementine who had no choice in the winter but to live and work outdoors. She couldn't fight like quick, hard-hitting agile, brave Clementine and she couldn't take a whipping like the stoic Clementine, who never uttered a murmur as her back was shredded time and time again. If she had been sent to that prison of horrors she knew she would never have lasted a week and Clementine appeared to be thriving there! She hated her rival more than ever in that moment and vowed to think of new ways to torment her when she returned to Abhlovia.
Later that week she developed another bad cold and flew off the Bahamas, where James was to join her for a ten day break. She thought of England and Viola, but knew she couldn't go there, not if she knew what was good for her.
As the pair sat by the pool on the day before their return to Europe watching the sun set in a glory of red, Rashumba mentioned Clementine, at that moment recovering from a more than usually ferocious punishment.
"I want you to think of new things for that cow this summer. It gets hot then, James. Really hot. I think a few days in the sun stretched out on the ground with nothing to drink all day would be a nice addition to her regime."
"We don't want to spoil her for the fights, Rashumba. As you know, they're beginning to bring in serious money. And then there's the quarrying - she works amazingly hard and more than pays for her keep. Her productivity is astounding - really incredible. And please don't forget I have to satisfy my boss as well as you. We can't overdo it with the punishments, but I will see what we can arrange. I'll get them to cut her water ration during the day. And she can spend the nights staked out if you like, but we can't push her too far. Remember she can only take so much! She may be tough, but she's still human and has her breaking point. And there is the complication that the other women have come to like her and they trust her to settle their quarrels and get them organised. The guards rely on her to run the cage and she does it brilliantly. We can't upset them all and provoke a mutiny."
Clementine's next bout was six weeks into her fourth year and a week before her next escape attempt. She won against Ira, but was hurt, suffering a cracked cheekbone and much bruising to her ribs. A lucky kick had her limping through much of the second half of the match and the lack of her usual mobility meant that she had to go on soaking up punishment all through the fight until she took advantage of a lucky opening and put Ira down for a count of ten. When Ira got shakily to her feet and Clemmy was declared the winner, there was nothing triumphant in Clementine's demeanour. She had been lucky to win that one and everyone watching knew it. She lost no teeth but did have her mouth hit so hard at one point that her teeth penetrated her lower lip. The crowd had its fill of blood that night. It was not like that time in the clearing with Rashumba, but bad enough.
She had fought Ira and Alexandra four times apiece in the last series of fights. Now she was into her fourth year and the threat posed by these two was as potent as ever. Each time she fought one or other, she knew she must use every skill and all her strength to survive. The other women sensed the constant danger to the leader's position They would desert her willingly if she lost. Life was certainly very tough indeed at the top. And if she were no longer at the top, her misery would be quite insupportable. It was only her hard won leadership that gave her that last remaining shred of self-respect that made life endurable.
The thought of a life up against these two tough opponents every few weeks and being whipped with increasing severity almost as often temporarily unhinged her. She was so desperate to get away from this interminable reduction of her once beautiful face into a battered nose-flattened mess, to say nothing of what her back must be like by this time, that she tried to get away. She was twenty-one now and knew her looks would go for ever if she got knocked around too much more. So she made another run for it.
Ira and Alexandra were both working in the quarry that day. Both had adapted well to the conditions in the ten months they had been here. They were strong young women and, like Clemmy, saw that their only hope lay in strength and hardihood. They had the advantage over her of being Abhlovians. The rest of the women, however much they admired Clementine, never lost sight of her foreignness.
This pair had not forgotten how Clemmy had beaten them and more than once in the last year. Also they hoped for their sentence to be reduced if they caught Clementine out in some infringement of the rules. Thanks to this pair, Clemmy had been savagely whipped several times, most recently on the soles of her feet, a punishment that had given her terrible pain - particularly as she had still been forced to keep up with the others on the way to and from the quarry despite the state if her soles which bled for days as a result.
They saw Clemmy make her move and let her get some way before alerting the dozy guards, whose inattentiveness had given Clemmy her chance. The two laughed as they saw Clemmy being dragged back, her mouth bleeding where the guards had struck her and her stomach an angry red where the rifle butts had thudded wickedly into it.
"What possessed you, Clementine? Do you want to get yourself killed?" the guard had asked when she had finally been run down by the motor cycling guards and cornered, her eyes full of frustrated tears and her heart sick with apprehension. She knew she was in for it, now!
"Yes. What do I have to live for? If I can't go home I don't want to live any more - not like this. I've done nothing wrong, for Heaven's sake. Certainly nothing to justify twelve years round the clock torture!"
They put her back to work. When she got back to the cage they tied her up in the cold all night. Next day they gave her a hundred lashes, which was light for her these days, but they told her she would receive one hundred every week from now onwards on each Friday, in addition to any other penalties she might incur. Well - that was not too bad, she told herself. She was as hard and brutalised as any of her companions by this time. Only the memory of Viola and the love Alexia had for her, saved her from totally losing her humanity.
Ira and Alexandra had not been too subtle this time and their treachery had been noticed by one of the other quarry workers. By evening all the cage women knew how they had broken the prisoner's code by betraying Clementine. Under cover of darkness, Ira and Alexandra were surrounded and mercilessly beaten for their treachery. Clementine, tied to the ground, heard the blows thudding into those two stooges and made no attempt to intervene, not that her pleas for the two would have been heeded if she had called out to them to stop. When the guards saw them in the morning, neither was remotely fit for work, indeed they were scarcely alive. They were taken into the hospital. Clemmy never saw either again. Rashumba and James had both of them handsomely paid off and they returned to their former life knowing better than to breathe a word about what had happened.
The word got around that Clemmy was to be whipped every Friday and the women were pleased to think they had something to watch once a week. The guards were getting slacker these days and more humane. Sometimes weeks could pass and no one was punished. The hardened and brutal cage women, inured to pain themselves, enjoyed Clemmy's punishments because they were far more terrible than any one else ever received. They might like and respect her, but they liked a good whipping too, especially when the victim was brave and Clemmy was always that. The other women guessed that Clementine's floggings were a never ending battle between her and her tormentors and as long as she kept silent she retained some shreds of dignity in her squalid and brutal life.
She got a hold of herself after that fiasco of an attempt and was never to lose control for the rest of her time in the prison. She would have some hard fights and take some stupendous floggings, especially when Rashumba was in town, but she got through the rest of her fourth year and had the satisfaction of building a fine team. The tournaments had been broadened and outside fighters were brought in to take on Clemmy's team. Only two of her fighters were beaten and Clemmy was not one of them. She was kept very strictly away from the audience, though, and they were not allowed anywhere near the fighters.
The dreaded time of her fourth anniversary came around. It was a Friday and that meant her usual one hundred and a further five hundred from Rashumba. The guard gave her the hundred and wanted to go easy, in view of what she still had in store for her later in the day when Rashumba and James came visiting, but she knew Rashumba would spot it if she hadn't given Clemmy her due and so she was sore and softened up for Rashumba's marathon session. Rashumba prefaced her whipping with her usual...
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Introduction: 17 yr old twins Jan and Johnny home from school with sexy Heidi. Switching to third-person Jan Chapter 5 HOME WITH HEIDI Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, grunted 17 year old Johnny, as he drove his big hard prick again and again into the warm, grasping cunt of his sexy mother in law. He was fucking her missionary-style on his bed. He liked being on top, but he also liked every other fuck position they had used. Body positions didnt seem to matter so much, as long as it involved his cock...
I was trying to build up the nerve to blow off Glade, my lover, but you ruined it for me! Okay, that’s only half true. I was bolstering my resolve to distance myself from my very beneficial friend and I ruined it for myself by blabbering on and on to my friends here about him. I’d take any flimsy or poor excuse to gush over him; all under the guise of hating it. The truth of the matter is that he’s been the only thing on my mind since I tried my first anal plug last week. Yes, that was him that...
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November – Year 2 “Adam Shout. I am Paul O’Dell and it is my wife you fucked. Today may very well be your last.” “I know who you are! You destroyed my sons! You turned them gay. Your wife fucked ME because she loves me more than you!” Lynn was close enough to reach out with her foot and kick him in the head, and she did. I held onto her as James two soldiers took hold of Adam and positioned him on the bed. James walked up to him and dropped his fist like a hammer on his nuts. “Adam Shout....
Shane finished his final touches of getting ready in the hotel room. He made sure the gingerbread candle was lit. He lathered himself with cocoa butter and sprayed some perfume. The five-foot-eight-inch, one-hundred-forty-pound batty boi was so ready to see him. Driving his silver 2012 Nissan Armada out of the parking lot on his lunch break, Chris headed towards the motel where his paramour was spending the night. He was barely a half-inch taller than Shane and weighed close to the same...
6:30 A.M. When I woke up that day I knew I was in for a busy fucking day, but I had no idea it would a busy “FUCKING” day. I woke up feeling horny and whished I had my husband to give me a morning fuck. Unfortunately he left right after my twins were born, seven years ago. He is busy trying to find some bimbo to be with. I haven’t been with anyone since the divorce. I’ve been too busy with my four boys, 19, 14 and the 7-year-old twins, to even think about dating. My neighbor thinks I’m crazy...
ToysOswald's Funeral Home sent the good hearse. Daddy requested them ... he was their attorney of record and the viewing rooms were just south of the Catholic Church. If Linden Blvd were more than a block long, their driveway would be South Linden. It's not. When were were in the seventh, we went to school with Mike Oswald. We still speak ... you have to with neighbors but Mike was one of the guys who resented our being smart ... he also resented the fact that we were successful in suing the...
The Chronicles of Abby - Abby's Alone Time with the Horny Teenager, Jeff (Abby’s Perspective)Synopsis: Matt has finally come up with a plan to leave his little girl alone with his horny teenage neighbor, Jeff. What will Jeff do to Abby?A few weeks has passed, Matt has been waiting for the day to get his daughter more of his neighbor’s teenage son, Jeff’s semen. Matt learnt from his neighbor, Jim that his son, Jeff was away for a week. He went for his school’s camping trip to a jungle for a week...
Daya Knight is what we call a “freak on the DL”. DL, of course, stands for “down low”, because Daya’s the kind of girl you’d expect anywhere but an adult bookstore! She’s walked past this store a million times, and finally her curiosity has gotten the best of her. And sure, she’s old enough to be in the store, but with her braces shining a mile away, the store clerk is gonna card her just to make sure. Then he leads her right into a private...
xmoviesforyouA Wooden Heart This tale is re-working of an old fairy story and no doubt you will soon recognise it as you read on. *** Prequel Granny Fay knew when she was going to die. As a witch it was natural for her to know. Her family were aware that she knew, but she had never told them when it would happen. At least, not until her dying day, (which coincidentally fell upon All Hallows Eve). ...
NovelsA Piece of my Imagination Johnny Porter looked around his office just to ensure that everything was neat and tidy, a habit he’d picked up as a cadet and one he didn’t feel like relinquishing even on a new planet. Satisfied that everything was as it should be he grabbed his combat smock and headed for the door and home, smiling as he passed the sign on his door -- as he did every time he saw it. Captain J. Porter Commanding Officer Demeter Militia It sounded good but the whole...
Charlotte had never felt so alone since she’d arrived in Northern Ireland. It had been three days since the party and there had been no word from Emma. Charlotte had contemplated calling around but given how Emma had told her to fuck off, she wasn’t sure of the reception she might get.Deirdre was still in Spain for another week and Fergal was helping his Dad for a few days and said he was too knackered in the evenings to do anything but sleep.The only high note on the horizon was that she was...
NovelsFLIGHT 247 LOST BOYS By Boys in the Hood **WARNING**You are about to read a story that will contain Sexual activity between teens and boys so you need to be 18 and over to continue being here. Due to laws in your state or country I and this site will not be held responsible for any actions to take while being here. This is all fiction, make believe, wow it never happened and no boy/s ever had sex with One another so any name, dates, places may or...
Michelle was in the temple’s tablinum, honoured to be in the presence of the Temple’s three most senior hetaerae: Alice, the superior, Penelope, her second in command, and Zephyra. The last of these was called upon by Alice to wait upon the rest of them. Michelle passed her cup, and observed Zephyra as the hetaera poured another coffee for her. The girl was, of course exquisite; a hetaera could not be otherwise. As one of the most senior hetaera in the temple, Zephyra was permitted to wear...
Sunday is normally our recoup day. Andrea always has a date on Saturday night so Sundays her pussy is sore and is off limits to me and since I spend all Saturday in chastity I'm always horny. In the pasted she would take my chastity cage off and have me jerk off while she describes her date but last Sunday she had a different idea. This Sunday as always I woke before her and started coffee and got breakfast going and waited for Andrea to wake up and unlock me. She came in the kitchen wearing...
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Thank you, guys, for your appreciation and feedback. It really means a lot. This is the next part of the story where Simi and I explored reverse BDSM fantasy as me as a submissive slave. If you haven’t read the previous parts, I would recommend to please read them to get the context and characters of the story. After our session on BDSM, where Simi served me, we both were ready for the next one in which I had to serve her (my Mistress). A couple of weeks passed, but we didn’t get time for it....
Walking back, he stopped at the Grad house for a coffee and saw Astrid and Violet sitting at table and went to join them. When he sat down, he turned to Astrid and asked, ‘Asti, have you told Vi about your problem yet?’ It was Vi that answered, ‘She just finished telling me. Do you have any ideas yet?’ Jack replied, ‘Not really but if her father is as overprotective as she thinks he is, I suspect we may need to do a variation on the long con.’ ‘Long con?’ Asti asked perplexed. Again Vi did...
When I woke up the next morning, I could hear a commotion coming from the kitchen. I got up and went to see what was going on. When I entered the kitchen, I found Grandpa and some other people talking. Grandpa noticed me and said, ‘There you are Clay, come on in and get some breakfast.’ As I pulled out a chair and sat down, Grandpa continued, ‘Do you remember your cousins Don and his wife Sue, Ed and his wife Sally, and Rose and her husband Larry?’ Before I could reply, Rose, seeing the...
"Next pose," the photographer said. I laid down on the lounge chair by the pool with my legs folded over each other and leaning forward, dropping my heavy hangers down for him to take a few pictures of me. Then I switched again following the routine of the three other women that had come before me. Eventually, I got into the pool and came out slowly. Each picture was taken over and over again. After I finished one set, I would start over with another photographer. A video was taken, then...
Oral SexChapter IIThumping the snooze button on her alarm clock, Angela with bleary eyes registered the time as six AM in the morning. As much as she would have loved a sleep in that morning, it wouldn't have made a for good first impression turning up to her new employment late and flustered.Stretching her long slender arms and rubbing the sleep out of her deep brown eyes, she slowly arose from her bed and made her way over to the shower and commenced her morning ritual of getting ready for work.With...