WARNING – The Story and photos in this post may have triggers for some due to its overall dark nature. Violence – Torture – Abuse warnings.
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It has been 100 days since my powers were bound. It has been 100 days of lashings, taking the pain as they take the pleasure in giving it. I normally would never have myself in this position, but it was this, or losing all my servants. The men they just let go, but the women, oh did they relish the thought of doing wicked things to my women.
The original plan was for them to “play” with them until death. I could not stand by and let that be a thing. I saved all these girls from similar fates. They had thought they were safe here, and I did tell them I would protect them.
So it means biding my time, taking the heat, while they are lead away to a special place, one where men can never again enter. I should have done that from the start, but it was enough them getting use to a mistress who wasn’t human. I didn’t want to melt their brains with a whole other dimension.
My hellish minions are leading the women off, as they have a bit of my power, and can summon the portal to my other home.
Humans always covet what they should not have, men sometimes trumping the women in this day and age. Why I always come to this period of time to play in, I do not know, it always ends the same. I gain my power, and those that wish to have it try to force my hand. You must marry this Earl, you must work with this Magistrate, and so on.
I must not do a thing, is the part they don’t get. When I don’t fall in line behind these wee little men, they get all huffy. That is normally when the takeover plans start coming into play.
This time one wily man did get a jump on me, using a sorcerer from across the oceans to gain access to my lands. Normally they could only set foot on it if I formally allowed it.
I did have time to get away, but I couldn’t leave my girls. I always saw the way these men looked at them, when they visited my castle. I don’t have to have the power to read minds, to know what they wished to do to my ladies.
So that is what landed me here. Taking these lashings, and entertaining each night. How they love to see me in my real form, now that my powers are bound and I cannot hide my non human traits. They think they have me caged, they think their sorcerer has more power than I.
Autumn comes to a close, and the season of dead and dormancy is upon us. My powers flare, along my supernatural scars that haven’t been able to heal. They only lash my back, so the front of me is still nice to look at.
The most wonderful part of this all is while I did make a deal to save my women, the power hungry men with their eyes on something so supernaturally beautiful didn’t think too long on the fact that other parts of me might not be human either. Needless to say, no one wants to play with what I hide under this dress. They fear the idea of it more than myself, I think, and let me keep that all under cover, haha.
Slowly, I feel my skin tighten and knit together. It’ll be some time before my skin is as pristine as it once was, and while that irks me to no end, it is worth the deaths that did not come to pass.
I let my power drain the lands, my deathly power, sort of like necromancy, but can tap into anything with a living molecule. I do not relish killing my beautiful home, but I wasn’t staying, and they would not have my prosperous abode. I send out a silent call to all creatures in the area to flee to other parts, as this will not be a place for the living much longer.
I do this all day, while nailed up on my cross they like to leave my on. They are men of power back by the church, and while at some point they might have believed in their god, they now prefer to do things in his name, while doing darker things behind closed doors. They thought themselves witty, nailing me here, as they thought me some kind of demon. I did not originate from their lands, and their gods actually hold no power over me.
The only reason why the sorcerer worked was because he deals in a misma that is of earthly origin, and is tapped into my own powerline. A lucky draw on that one. I can’t wait for him to come down the stairs with them, to help heal my holes left by the huge nail spikes. Can’t have me bleeding all over while I entertain them, you know.
In the beginning, they were not sure what to do with me, as they found out right quick I was no good to them in a bed. After a few days, they decided that I’d serve them after hours, pouring them drinks. It came out that I could sing, so I also did that, often lulling the majority of them into a stupor. The Sorcerer never partook and was always on guard. I probably could have killed them all before this, if not for him. Oh the joy it will be to feed from him!
Oh, there it is, the sound of steps, on the long winding stone staircase down to my wine cellar. I do not have dungeons, no. There was never a need. So they had to turn this into an impromptu torture/den area.
I hang my head, as I am sure they might notice the wicked gleam in my eye if I look. I try to sag a bit more than normal, so they will have to catch me, as I am released from this iron. I almost can’t wait, as they come nearer. Seriously, it seems like they are taking forever, and I am so hungry!
Two of the lesser lords grab me at either side, as the sorcerer uses his misma to unbound the enchanted irons from the wooden cross. The Lords did not expect me to slouch forward so much, and nearly dropped me as I go forward. I quickly bite my tongue, and start coughing, splattering blood about. I try to crumple in a way that keeps my healed back pointed towards the cross that bore me, so I don’t give myself away just yet.
“What is wrong with her! She looks so different from all these past days. She never once seemed like any of this caused her much discomfort.”
“Ah, it could be that it is finally catching up with her, all this mistreatment. I did tell her you would have to feed her.”
“Well, we were not going to give her the type of sustenance she wanted in private. If she wasn’t going to let us view her eating, she didn’t really need it that much eh? Just heal her quickly, and we will see what to do with her after.”
“Yes, I’ll do as you ask.”
The Sorcerer came close then, having to cradle my hands, as I did not have the energy to lift them myself. Or so I lead him to believe. I was not totally sure how his misma worked, as he did not seem to feel all the power I had been leaching all day. He seemed almost gentle this time, but it really was too late for him, this was enough.
As he healed my deep gashes, he always made sure to pull off his power last minute, to leave some nice open scars for all the lords to view. It was then I struck. I unleashed my fury of tentacles, spouting out of places hidden, to quickly snap up all near by. Each tentacle had it’s own specialized extruder, to bore into bodies and suck out the juicy insides like a straw.
The Sorcerer didn’t have much time to react as I was so fast all he got to see was my tentacles going right for his eyes and boring into his skull to suck out his brain right quick. It tasted so sweet!
The only one left was my Captor, the Earl that the church had wanted me to marry. He was the one that had made the plan to take hold of my castle. I’d have to make an example out of this one.
My powers bound him to the Highback leather chair he so loved to sit in each night. He twitched a little, watching my tentacles that were still out and playing with the dead. I walked over to my little kitchenette, opening a drawer, grabbing the ceremonial dagger I kept there.
“So my Lord, as you can see, I’ve had enough of your games. I could have let you die quick with the rest, but I do have to admit to being rather full. I also didn’t think the punishment suited your crimes.
This lead me to decide that the only suitable punishment for you is to do a bit of surgery. I’ll even be merciful and knock you out for most of it. This will be your final hour as a man. Upon your awakening, you will be a newly minted teen girl, fully intact. I wont leave you here though, in your world of Mighty Men. I’ll bring you back to my real home, where you can server and be a plaything to my sons. They are half Human, so aren’t as fully formed as I, but still have a few tentacles you will learn to enjoy. Sounds fun doesn’t it? No one will beat you, mistreat you, harm you in any outward way there. I protect all those of a female nature in my realm. You will never have to worry about that. You will serve though, you wont have much choice, as things are a bit different there, and the very air you breath will be an aphrodisiac. I wont be giving you anything to counter that, like I do the other women. This is your punishment, for not what you have done to me, but what you have done to other females in years past, and what you would have done to my ladies.
Be happy you will live. Now, I think it is suiting to lop of those nasty old hairy man balls first, don’t you think?”
His eyes widen as he sees the dagger gleam, all the while I wickedly smile, getting ever closer.
This truly is the Sweetest Revenge.
Original Story by Helena Stringer
This Story wouldn’t have been a thing, if I hadn’t been inspired by the Back Lashings made for Mournful Monday by Skye of Nefekalum Tattoos. That sort of thing gets me so riled up, and I really didn’t know how to wear them, as Helena would never demean herself so much as to let a man harm her in any way. It had to be willing, and for her to be willing, it had to be dire and for those she loved. She always comes out on top though, she wouldn’t be where she is at in live if that wasn’t so!
Hair – The Stringer Mausoleum – Comes with the Hat (Not a Full Head of Hair)
Hairbase (BOM) – LeLutka – Comes with Head
Mesh Head – LeLutka – Erin BOM/Bento Mesh Head
Mesh Body – Maitreya – Lara BOM/Bento Mesh Body
Skin (BOM) – Ritual – Elspeth Skin in Tone 1
Eyebrows (BOM) – J!nx – Shaped Eyebrows V2 in Black
Eyes (BOM) – The Stringer Mausoleum – Hypno Eyes in L.E. Splatter – Limited Edition for Mournful Monday
Eyeshadow (BOM) – Sn@tch – Cavern Club Eyeshadow in Black – L$50 Deal of the Week
Makeup (BOM) – The Stringer Mausoleum – Motley Makeup in Black – *NEW* for Mournful Monday
Lipstain (BOM) – AlaskaMetro – Wytch Lipstick in 05
Veins (BOM) – Tristan Flinders – Nomak Head/Chest Veins – Sewer Hunt
Tattoo (BOM) – Germinal – Akylios Tattoo – Discounted @ SLS 3rd Anniversary Scoop ‘n’ Score Sale
Strangle Marks (BOM) – Persephone – Love Bites – Sewer Hunt
Scarification (BOM) – Persephone – The Rose Set – Sewer Hunt
Lash Scars (BOM) – Nefekalum – Zealot Tattoo in Fresh – *NEW* for Mournful Monday
Wings – Rekt – Steel Succubus Wings in Black
Dress – Velour – Dominatrix Dress in Tango
Heels – Cult – Barb Wire Heels w/Hud
Earrings – Evil Baby – Elvira Earrings in Black – *NEW* for Mournful Monday
Necklace 1 – Kunglers – Lola Neckalce w/Hud
Necklace 2 – Kunglers – Malu Nekclace w/Hud
Bracelet – Petrichor – Bonedaddy Bracelet in Pitch/Silver
Jewelry Claws – Eliavah – Sineater Claws w/Hud – Discounted @ SLS 3rd Anniversary Scoop ‘n’ Score Sale
Hat – The Stringer Mausoleum – Operetta Hat in L.E. Red – Limited Edition for Mournful Monday
Dagger – Petrichor – Harke Dagger in Homicide
Poses by Hello Gorgeous
Backdrop by Tropix