Bring Out the GIMP (Girls in Merciless Peril)
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AND SO MY PRETTY...

By Master Wryter


They had brought her into the ante chamber and made her sit on a stone seat placing a metal collar about her neck attached to the wall and left her for a considerable time, then two of them returning standing away from her conversing to themselves, one of them leaving the other looking at her watching her with an evil smirk.

It was shortly after that the other returned with a third man who when she cast her eyes up became visibly shaken at his presence. They again talked amongst themselves. They all turned to her the third man stepping to her smirking as she shrunk back against the wall her hands and arms going up as if to fend him off as he reached and undid the collar about her neck turning her roughly, her pleadings and protests falling upon deaf ears as he pulled her wrists behind her binding them tightly then turning her and giving her a hard shove to the doorway that led down to the larger chamber, coarse laugher following her as the other two followed behind.

A quick turn at the door, a second shove, harder pushing her further down the passageway, the shuffling footsteps,, the crude comments the rough grab and turn at the chamber door the shove and the strangled gasp upon entry the other two coming in the door squealing in protest as the rusty hinges worked to close the door with a final THUD!!!!!

The tight grip of the calloused hand upon the back of her slender next moving her in the shocked gasp as the grip was felt, the resistance felt by him, exerting more as she was moved to the rack and made to stand in front of it as he let go moving beside her his hand sliding down her back the other moving across the rack, “ Behold my princess your new bed, one with a striking difference as you can see eh my pretty??” he says looking at her soft pretty features contort in horror and fear as his hand slip up again to your neck griping it tightly bending her over the bed roughly untying your wrists then pulling her up and scooping her off her feet with ease and agility dropping her hard on the rough hewn bed knocking the wind out of her with a quick movement capturing her slender wrists, pulling them over her head his body laying across her as her wrists are slipped into the iron cuffs and locked standing up to look down at her with a cruel smirk moving quickly to grasp her ankle slipping the rope cuff about one then as quick the other moving to the head of the rack the back of his hand caressing her cheek as he smirked at her his free hand on the wheel then slipping down to grasp her by the throat hard shaking her head bending to her saying” Oh yes my pretty it will be exquisite of that you can be assured.” he said giving her a second shake harder this time and at the same time giving the drum a bit of a turn, the chains rattling a bit as some of the slack was taken up, her eyes widen as a gasp slipped from her soft red lips a she felt the first real stirrings of fear.

He looked down at her caressing her cheek again the practiced eye, the steady hand on the wheel as he bent to her again saying, “ My pretty, I see tears yet have given you no reason as of yet to shed them, but shall soon.” I say giving a second slight turn of the wheel, the ratchet clicking once again, the chains rattling as they are wound about the drum, your now terrified gasp as you feel the bite of the metal on your slender wrists and the cut of the rope starting on your ankles your eyes large with fright as fresh hot tears flood your soft brown eyes as you sobbingly beseech & plead for mercy. But alas my pretty tis not to be so as your screams and rantings will be heard throughout this chamber as with each turn of the wheel, each click of the ratchet your agony will increase.

The muscles, sinews & bone are rendered from you slowly with precision and care. I can assure you my pretty that this night will be long for you and you will welcome death with open arms and heart, but even he will be denied your sweetness until I have taken from you what I want.

I smile again as with a deft hand once more I bring fear & horror to your soft features and hot tears to your soft brown eyes and a scream from your soft red lips.

M. Wryter
Hamilton, Ontario
Oct. 6/08



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