Dark Mistress: Lessons Learned
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by AC Croom
Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica/Suspense/Thriller
Description: Her lessons learned turned her into a murdering Dark Mistress with no conscience‚?¶now she must be stopped before she kills again. Debra Mason was abducted as a young girl by a sadistic pedophile. He held her captive and through abuse, punishment and isolation, turned her into a mirror image of himself‚?¶to a point. Psychiatric treatment and a return to normal life let her grow into a woman little knowing that inside her mind lurked the horror she was doomed to unleash on men of the same ilk as her abuser. Her world disintegrated, her marriage was lost, and everything she had gained shattered as she fell into the deviance she had once escaped‚?¶now she is lost within it. The lessons she learned at the whim of a madman cast her into the same madness with the power to excite or kill. Twenty five years later she chose to kill. Excerpt: She wore a mask of golden thread, stripped with white, red and black silk. Upon her smooth shoulders was a hooded cloak of pure, black silk, with a golden silk inner liner. She let it hang open in front, barely covering her breasts and exposing her cleanly shaven mons veneris. "Seal the chamber." She ordered. Daphne chanted. "Across the threshold of this chamber, the world is left behind. Before us lies both the future and the past, we are no longer the same. The time has come to renew ourselves. The chamber is sealed Mistress." "Very well My Lady. Cast away those ghastly garments and mask yourself." Daphne slipped the knot on her amber robe, letting it fall away from her body. She donned a snow white mask of lace and silk. "Who are you?" The question shouted; echoed off the stone. "I am Justine, Lady of Virtue." Catherine flung her wine colored robe open and let it slide off her shoulders. Her mask was bright red, trimmed in black. "Who are you?" Again the sound reverberated. "I am Medina, Lady of Lust." Cassandra wore pure white. When it dropped to the floor, she paused for emphasis. The sight of that tiny body always excited the gathering. Her mask was jet black silk, with raven wing extensions flowing back into her platinum hair. "Who are you?" The question was offered quietly, almost a whisper. "I am Tamara, Lady of the Night. Virtue was taken from me. I was denied my own yearnings. I am a vessel, nothing more. "Who are you?" "I am Mistress‚?¶Lady of Light; I see what can't be seen, I know what should never be known, I shed light in the darkest recesses of the soul; you need know nothing more? May we be enriched and gratified, one to the other, tonight." In unison the three young women whispered; "Yes Mistress." Each in turn approached, supplicating themselves before their Mistress, who laid a gentle touch of the Cat upon their nude backs, thereby ending the short ceremony. The Mistress placed a hand beneath the jaw of each and drew them, again in turn, to their feet. She matched face to face with them and offered a loving kiss. Once done, she moved to the open portal that beckoned all four to chambers beyond. Over her shoulder she offered a command. "Prepare My Ladies --it is time."
eBook Publisher: Eternal Press/Damnation Books LLC/Damnation Books, 2012 2012
eBookwise Release Date: June 2012
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [266 KB]
Reading time: 155-217 min.
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Fourteen-year-old Debbie Mason sat on the hardwood chair, wrapped in a coarse army surplus blanket. Dry tracks were streaked through the dried blood, dirt and grime covering her face. Every now and then the sound of slamming doors, raised voices and ringing telephones would draw her awareness to another part of the room she was trapped in. She sat in her haze of confusion. Try as she might, she couldn't understand what she might have done to bring all this down upon her. None of what the man behind the hardwood desk said, or the multitude of questions he asked made any sense to her. Debbie began to cry again. New tracks obliterated the old.
She retreated to the only place she could hide...deep within her own mind. She closed her eyes tight and put her tiny hands over her ears to shut out all the noises and glaring light. The blanket slid from her shoulders, exposing the blood spattered dress she wore; damning evidence of her involvement in the gruesome murder she and her captor were being questioned about. Her hands flew to cover herself once more. Unbidden, her memories drifted back to her last day of captivity.
A heavy steel padlock rattled in its hinge. Time had lost all meaning to her muddled mind. With the exception of all too brief visits to what her captor called his chamber of joy, she sat naked on the dirt floor of her dark prison. She snapped her head around at the metallic sound and her eyes widened in the darkness. She joined rats and insects to scuttle, as they did, to the furthest corner of the filthy room. Shivering from fear and the cold, she was nearly hypothermic. Then came the glaring light as the door opened.
The man was silhouetted in the light. He held heavy manacles in his left hand and a braided, weighted whip in his right.
"Let's go pretty girl. It's time for your next lesson. You've been a good girl and I come to let you have your reward. Get up and do as your Master says."
Debbie slowly eased from the dirt floor. She held one of her arms across her chest and her free hand dropped to cover her genitals. Not daring to look directly into the eyes of the man, she lowered her head and focused instead on his shadow. One step and then another, slowly she made her way to the open door to do as she was told. She hesitated only briefly before holding both hands in front of her, ready for the heavy iron to bind them.
"That's right pretty girl, you've learned well but these are not for you. Follow me."
She quickly moved her hands and arms to cover her nakedness once more and fell in step behind the man. He led her to a tiled bathroom. The stark white of the walls and floor instantly blinded her and caused pain to burn through her light deprived optic nerves...the headache it induced threatened to make her faint.
"Get in there and clean yourself. Put on the clothes I laid out. I'll be back in a few minutes." The man pushed her inside and slammed the door behind. She heard the key turn in the lock.
Debbie wasted no time. She went to the shower and set the water as hot as she could stand it. In the back of her mind, she knew to disobey was to invite another beating, or worse. She closed her thoughts to all the depraved things the man did to her after he first let her flesh taste the whip. She washed quickly, but thoroughly...dried herself and dressed with fresh small clothes, and the stark white pinafore dress, white knee socks and black, patent leather shoes. She heard the lock turn as she buckled the second shoe. She stood waiting as the door opened.
The man was there smiling at her.
"Come over here, Pretty. Let me fix your hair." She did as instructed and stood before the man.
He pulled a hair dryer out of a cabinet she could not reach and began to brush and dry her wet locks. He took his time and when he was done, her hair once again held curls and was swept away from her face. He took a blue ribbon from the cabinet and skillfully tied it around her hair, placing the perfect bow just above her ear.
"That should do it...want to see?"
He helped her stand on a stool next to the wash basin so she could see herself in the mirror above it. With the exception of a slight bruise under her left eye and the dress covering the whip marks, she looked no different than before her ordeal began.
"Are you ready to take your place as Mistress, Pretty?"
She hadn't spoken to the man without permission since her abduction; she hesitated.
"You may speak. I am Master and you have learned your lesson. Answer the question. Are you ready?"
"Master, I don't understand what you want me to do. Please don't be mad." Tears welled in her fear-filled eyes.
"You will do as I instruct...nothing more, nothing less. You will punish, and, you will soothe. You will do to another as I have done to you. You will learn. Hear me well; Pretty...evil must be punished. Evil must be removed from the Earth. I will show you which is which. It is time. Come with me." The man led her from the room and down a narrow hallway to a heavy door she knew very well.
The chamber was darkened. Debbie heard sobbing in the middle of the room. The man flipped a switch on the wall and a glaring spotlight illuminated a naked teenage boy, bound face up on the plank she knew so well. The sobbing stopped and a stream of invective cursing began. The man pulled Debbie from the chamber and back into the dimness of the hallway. He pulled a sequined red mask from his pocket and placed it over her eyes. The elastic band pulled tight around her head.
"This one is very evil. He was forcing himself upon a girl. How does that make you feel...angry?"
"It was what was done to me. I'm ashamed and mad."
"Are you angry at me...your Master?"
She diverted her eyes. "Yes, a little. You hurt me Master."
"Yes, I hurt you. You are right to be angry with me. Though I had to do what I did for you to learn. Did you learn?"
"Yes," she said softly.
"Will you let anyone ever do to you what I have done to you again?"
"No...never!" she almost shouted.
"This one has done to others what was done to you. What will you do about it?"
"Punish," she replied.
"Then you are ready. Remember how it was with you. Make this one pay, and pay dearly. Go!"
Debbie Mason walked into the ring of light with the whip in her trembling hand.