"Obsession" Part Six H. Jekyll --------------------- This is a six-part story of evil and desire. It is a cautionary tale. "Jekyll" is not to be confused with H. Jekyll, the mild-mannered author, nor is "Kytn" to be confused with my e-friend Sweetkytn (@aol.com). I am indebted to my editor, Maggie McGee (maggiemc@citynet.net), for her heroic efforts to make my writing clean and direct. Copyright 2000 by H. Jekyll. Permission is given to repost on any web site that does not charge a fee for access, as long as the author is prominently noted. Net writers post stories for feedback, not money, and I am no different from anyone else. I would dearly love to hear from you, even if you hated the story. I welcome comments, complaints, and conversation, at h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com. My stories are archived at the Alt Sex Stories Text Repository: ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/h_jekyll/ M/F, F/F, bdsm, cons., nc -------------------------------------------- Kytn is unbound, standing by the bed, staring at her suddenly free hands. Jekyll strips and lies down, on his back. "Kytn, make love to me." Kytn looks at his body. He is long and wiry, pale, with a little dark hair across his chest, and a long, ruddy penis lying quietly across more dark hair below. She doesn't wait, but runs her hands across him, massaging his body, his arms and his legs. She licks each of his nipples, flat and smooth, bites them softly, sucks on them. She gives him kisses all over. Then she licks his body, tasting his sweat. His penis is long, even when flaccid as it is now. She caresses it with her lips. She can't think of anything else that has its qualities. She strokes it again and again, moving her lips along that baby skin, running her tongue under the foreskin. It hasn't been cleaned; it is unclean especially for her. She knows this penis well, but not in this state, not feeling soft and innocent. She sucks on it, taking the spongy thing well into her mouth, and feels its first movements, tastes the old urine flavor of it. She is getting excited. The penis grows until it becomes a prick and she has to let most of it out of her mouth, keeping it in only to the glans. She knows it better than almost any part of her own body. She knows the vein that pops up on the left under- side, that is soft no matter how hard the rest of it becomes. She swabs her tongue back and forth across it. She is so good to him, she is thinking he might give her some pleasure tonight in return. She pumps his prick deeply into her mouth. He lets her pleasure him for awhile, until he is hard and close to coming. Abruptly, he tells her to stop, to stand beneath the hanging chain. She is downcast. She had been breathing warm, deep breaths on his prick, using the soft inner part of her cheeks along with her tongue to please him, but at his command she almost stops breathing. She hangs her head and tries not to cry. It will anger him if she cries before he begins to hurt her. She crawls off the bed and trudges to the spot, stops, raises her arms, and waits for him. Once she is hung he tells her to hang straight and not to move. Her legs are not tied; her toes barely scrape the floor. She hangs perfectly straight and still. He circles her, looking all over her body, while she waits, but when it comes, the blow catches her by surprise. He hits her with his fist directly on the right breast, as hard as he can. The impact sends her body swinging, knocks the air from her chest. She cries out desperately, but can only make a hoarse sound as she swings in the room. She isn't even aware that she is kicking her legs around, hanging now only by her arms. "Kytn! I told you to hold yourself still!" It takes her a second to realize what he is saying, after which she tries to straighten herself again, fighting the inclination to pull into herself, something she couldn't do in any case. She is moaning and trying to catch a breath, but she manages to say: "I'm trying, Master, I'm trying. Please." He hits her on the other breast, sending her around once again. He doesn't let her fully absorb the impact this time, but hits her second breast again. Then he waits until she is hanging, just shaking and panting, whimpering, before he hits her again. Always directly on a breast. It seems to go on forever, before she blacks out. She comes round while her body is still swaying in the ropes. She isn't even aware of the pain in her shoulders because of her breasts. Her body and face are drenched in salty sweat and tears. When she can remember, she tries to be obedient, to hold herself still. Another slam and she forgets again. Jekyll comes around behind her and pushes his dry prick hard into her ass. She scarcely cries at this, so little does it hurt in comparison with her breasts. They feel explosively large. He reaches around and starts squeezing and yanking them while he fucks her, and this does start her thrashing again. When he starts to come he squeezes her breasts as hard as he can, so that his grunts mix beautifully with her cries. That night she stands in a closet, her legs spread and fastened, her arms pulled overhead, a tight metal bra squeezing swollen breasts against her chest wall, pumping up the pain, keeping her half awake, making her writhe. He has warned her against making noise that will keep him awake, but she can't stop the whimpers, as always high pitched and gasping. She whimpers to herself, talking to God, moaning and praying together. "Please, dear God, I can't do it. Please help me. Please make it stop. I didn't know it would be like this, dear God. I didn't. I didn't. Please, please help. I can't take anymore. She knows now that Hell is real. With that realization, tears flood her face, dripping onto those breasts through the night. -------------------------- The next day Jekyll tells her she is free to move about the house while he is gone. He unbinds her partially, lays her down, and gives her something that puts her to sleep. Kytn awakens in agony from a dream in which her breasts are swollen teats stretched completely across a freeway, where autos run over them at regular intervals. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. As she wakes, she realizes the thumping is her heartbeat and her breasts are throbbing with the beat. She tries to cradle them but she cannot. Her hands are bound by short chains to a belt around her waist. They can't reach quite high enough. She stands, to have something to do, to take her mind off her breasts, but it is a mistake. They are swollen, heavy, and when they fall with gravity she gasps and cries to herself and her body is instantly covered in sweat again. Desperation drives her to walk. She can take only pigeon steps because of a hobbling chain on her ankles, but she makes it to Jekyll's side-by-side refrigerator and gathers ice from the ice-maker. She makes a pile on the bed and lies down gingerly, chest first, carefully. After a time the throbbing subsides -------------------------- When Jekyll returns, he stares at the wet bed for a long, silent moment. "You thought you'd get around your pain, didn't you?" "Master, it hurt so ..." "Of course it did. Did you really think I'd let you get away with that?" She stands silently, staring at the floor, beginning to tremble because she knows he will do something awful to her. She can't stop herself from crying, poor little one, but she tries to control it and makes just quiet little whimpers. He lets her stand there while he thinks, not saying anything at all, then quietly withdraws to the next room, rummages, returns. He is carrying a length of rubber hose, about three feet long, sealed at both ends and obviously filled with something heavy. "Feel this," he says suddenly, and hits her across her poor breasts. Kytn drops to the floor, tries to cradle herself, screams, moans, twists. Her face reflects pain, terror, nothing else. "Listen carefully. I'm going to give you twenty strokes on your breasts with this." Kytn's shivering increases. Her teeth chatter as she shakes her head back and forth, her eyes, wild with desperation. She can't stop herself from begging, using "no" and "please," all the while knowing it won't make any difference. "If you will show me some discipline by standing still, untied, and counting out the strokes without crying, then I will let you off with ten. But, if you begin untied and can't make it to ten, then I'll tie and gag you and give you thirty more. Do you understand?" Shaking, Kytn nods, her face and breasts wet, her mouth moving. "I can't take ten untied, Master. I can't do that. I can't." She can hardly get the words out. "Then you want the twenty?" She nods and gives a wan smile of thanks. He thinks her face has never been so adorable. He smiles down at her and caresses her cheek with the backs of his fingers: "It is good to know your limitations, my sweet Kytn." Jekyll pulls her to her knees; then he strips and comes up to her to let her pleasure him. He doesn't want to become too aroused by the punishment itself. He lets her suck his penis, pleasure his head, his glans. She knows she should try to extend the time, to put off the hurting as long as possible, but with punishment looming she can't think of how to do that and still give him the pleasure he demands. She is very sweet to his cock, caressing it with her mouth as one would caress a baby's body with her hands, to calm it and show love. She can tell how much sweetness he is feeling by the swelling and throbbing of the prick, and by how fast and how deeply he moves it. His prick has become an icon to her, a sacred object of great power that must be treated worshipfully. She senses somehow that it is the source of his power. Drinking his semen has become a sacrament. How much of his semen has she drunk? He has a delightful orgasm and spurts into her mouth. -------------------------- Jekyll ties her, standing, to a wide, upright board, stretching her out, using wide rubber belts around ankles and wrists, thighs and upper arms. Another wide belt goes around her belly and lower rib cage, pulled so tightly that she can breath only in shallow gasps. Finally a last belt goes over her breasts. This one has holes cut in it, through which he passes her breasts with difficulty. She cries out while he does this. He takes rope and ties it around the bases of her breasts, several times, back and forth, until they stand out just like bruised beefsteak tomatoes, red and purple and deliciously swollen. He plays with them, curious about this state and about whether they will be even more sensitive like this, and her cries remind him that he should gag her. Finally, he is ready. He holds the hose directly in front of her eyes, ordering her to watch as he swings it in a long, horizontal arc, to hit her on both breasts at once, after which he watches her muscles stand out as her body makes the tiny motions that the belts allow. She screams past the gag, and liquid comes out her nose and across her upper lip. She writhes and thrashes astoundingly. Jekyll thinks she may threaten the integrity of the board, so he stops for a few minutes to hammer in more nails, while Kytn droops, hanging as much as she can in her bonds. Her moaning is distinct through the gag. When he is finished with his carpentry, he strikes her the second time. All of her muscles stand out, but she has used up her energy. At the third stroke she passes out. Executive decision time, Jekyll. He decides not to go the full twenty, but to stop when she has passed out three times. -------------------------- Kytn is hanging in front of Jekyll's bed, conscious only from moment to moment. Jekyll has been talking to her. He is talking again, but not to her. What is he saying? Someone answers. A woman. Mother. "Oh my master, please let me do her. I so want to. I could make her beg, I know it." Kytn simply hangs, trying with some success to suppress moaning, barely hearing the conversation, unable to care who hurts her next. Sometimes she just slumps, half-hanging from the posts, while other times she is energized by the throbbing and twists around. "You don't want to hurt her. You want me to hurt you," Jekyll contradicts the woman. He makes a sudden movement. Ktyn can't tell what he has done, because he is leaning over the woman, blocking her view, but the woman screams. "No, my master, it's not me you need to hurt but her. You told me that. Please, no." He does something more and the woman cries out hoarsely. It doesn't make any difference that she is Mother. Nothing matters anymore. "Stretch," commands Jekyll, and after a short hesitation the woman does, pushing her limbs to the head and foot of the bed, but now she is crying like Kytn cried, in anticipation as much as the hurting. Jekyll ties her hands wide apart to the headboard; then her feet to the footboard. He wraps sashes at her knees and pulls her legs wide open, opening her cunt. Kytn can see this, and she watches as if from a distance, incuriously, as the woman is stretched open in front of her. Kytn moans. She can't help it, but Jekyll slaps her face "You will obey me, you worthless piece of shit." The woman looks up at them. "My master, you'll kill her, you will." Jekyll looks at the woman thoughtfully, quietly, as one would look in the middle of an extended intellectual effort. He says: "You don't know what it is like to be able to do *anything* to a girl, anything at all." -------------------------- Mother is hanging beside Kytn, crying quietly in little half gasps. How long has she been there? Both of them are drooping, sagging. If Kytn can stay perfectly still her breasts won't hurt as much, but after awhile the hurting makes her move. Jekyll will be so pleased, sleeping in the bed while the two women spend the night trying to swallow their pain. The woman is saying something to Jekyll in a very low voice, between little whimpers. Kytn can barely make it out. "... she'll die, and you won't be able to do anything anymore anyway." "Oh, now we have alliteration, do we? Is that the best you can do?" He lights a cigarette, takes a long drag, then grinds the cigarette out on Mother's left nipple. She makes a high pitched cry that goes on and on. It seems like a continuous cry, because Kytn still hears it when the pain in her breasts brings her around again, though it could be a new cry. It makes no difference to Kytn, though. Kytn cannot stop herself. She opens her mouth and lets her pain out, a pathetic cry to no one in particular. Jekyll, of course, reviles her and squeezes both lumpy mammaries. She passes out again. When she comes back around it takes a moment to remember that the woman is Mother, and Mother is talking to Jekyll, still or again. Mother breathes heavily, then speaks quietly and respectfully, always calling him "my master," before gasping again. She is like a woman in labor. Kytn has a moment of clarity and looks as closely at the woman as she can. Mother has red hair, short and flaming, orange. Her eyes seem dark, though, like coals. And she isn't young. She could be sixty, she could be more. Her breasts are soft with age, but they are banded with rubber so they have become swollen and purple, and both are studded with pins. Kytn can see tiny rivulets of blood moving among the pins, down to her nipples, then forming a growing drop on the end of each nipple before falling to the floor. Another follows. "Give her to me, my master. Let me nurse her around." Mother suffers a fit of gasping. "I'll take her if you give her to me." "And why should I do that? Lose my best little plaything?" "She's dying, my Master. Please, I can tell." Kytn knows it must be true. The room flickers while Jekyll and Mother continue their bizarre conversation and Kytn feels nothing at all. -------------------------- Does Kytn remember being bundled, carried someplace? She knows she isn't hanging, and the place feels different somehow. She is tied, spread out on a bed or something, and the blindfold is back in place. Something is different. It is some time before she realizes there's scarcely any pain. "You're awake, my dear." Kytn lies as still as she can. Now that she is awake the hurting begins. But she remembers that voice. "Mother?" She is as tentative as one can be in saying it. "Yes, dear. I was almost afraid you wouldn't wake for me." "Mother, am I, am I dying?" Kytn doesn't fear this, but hopes it will happen before Jekyll returns. "Oh, you were more aware back there than I thought. Well, sweet one, sometimes one has to exaggerate a bit to get a bargain." Kytn doesn't understand this. Her mind feeds her the other question. Ask her the other question. Be brave. "Where, where is he? Master Jekyll?" "We're not at his place. You're with me now, dear." Something stings Kytn's arm and her head gets cloudy as the pain recedes. When she is aware again, she feels soft hands bathing her with a deliciously hot cloth. Mother has removed her bonds, and Kytn turns on her side suddenly, trying to sit up, in the process bumping into Mother's breasts. Everything changes. Mother inhales sharply and holds herself completely motionless, her muscles tense; her reaction floods Kytn with the image of those purple, swollen breasts, studded with pins. She can see each twisting thread of blood, the length each droplet grew before falling, the exact color of everything. "Oh, Mother, I'm so sorry. Please, I didn't mean to." Mother has begun to breathe again. She lets Kytn sit, but holds her still. Kytn knows what will happen, but she has to ask anyway. "Are you going to punish me now?" Mother finally manages a little laugh. "Oh you poor dear. You're not in any shape to be either punished or loved right now. It will take you time to heal." Kytn starts to cry. In the middle of a snuffle she asks: "Why did you let him do that to you? I couldn't go back to him, ever. How could you do that?" "Well, how else was I to get you?" Mother begins to wash her once again, going very gently over her wounds. She doesn't speak again for awhile. There is just the sound of the cloth being dipped in the basin and wrung out. When she is finished, she helps Kytn rise and, after tying her hands behind her back once again, walks her to another area, where she pushes her gently to her knees on a soft mat. She tells her it is time to eat and brings a fork with a bit of curried chicken to her face. Kytn swallows it, then takes a sip of wine from a glass Mother puts to her lips. Kytn is kneeling directly at Mother's leg, brushing against her thigh. She has another question. "Mother, when can I go home?" "Oh, no, dear." Mother laughs a pretty laugh. Her voice is as soft as her hands. "That life is over for you, I'm afraid. It's finished. You're mine, my toy." And at that Kytn begins to sob, for the first time not from pain or fear, but in grief for her lost life. Her shoulders shake and tears first stain her blindfold, then begin to seep beneath it to her cheeks, dripping to her chest. Mother says: "It won't be so bad. I'll take good care of you and you'll be happy. You see, to master someone you must first master yourself. Jekyll let himself be uncontrolled, and ruined things, but you'll find that I'm not like that. I'll always be a good mistress to you." It doesn't help. Kytn cries until she has cried herself out. -------------------------- A person peering into the room would see the girl with the sweet body, clad only in bruises and a black cloth over her eyes, kneeling before the older woman, lifting her head and opening her mouth to take a bite of food, letting her head droop once she has swallowed. This continues through several cycles. Then, so slowly as to be hardly noticeable, she lays her head down on the thigh of the older woman, her cheek touching the thigh, her mouth twisted in obvious grief. The woman strokes her hair, pushes the hair away from her face, and moves a hand slowly over the face, the forehead, cheek, lips, chin and neck, before touching the blindfold over the eyes with exaggerated care. She bends forward and kisses the girl with obvious gentleness on all the places she has just touched. Finally she helps the girl to sit up again and gives her another bite of food. End.