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Midnight By Shiloh
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It was dark, midnight. The vastness of Creation was all around us,
though more intimate because it was veiled.
A bright moon cast its light onto a clearing, bathing the snpw in
purity as our freezing bodies were led there, arms tied behind us,
shivering, expecting the worst.
Our nipples were stiff from the cold. Our Masters whispered thoughts
of cruelty and torment in our ears. My companion and I sought shelter
in each other's eyes. It was impossible to say whether the cold or
the fear, the trepidation, the divine excitement made us tremble more.
Were we not slaves? Could our Masters not do anything to us? We
loved them; even so, we were afraid, and we sought to comfort each
other with silent glances.
First my companion was placed on her knees. (The night was so
silent!) I heard the snow crunch as she knelt. I knew I was next,
and I longed to be spared whatever torture awaited us, for both our
sakes, but I could not find my voice. Perhaps something in my deepest
being refused to cry out. How could I deny the pleasure of my Master?
His needs and desires came first, as did those of her Master for her.
We both knew that. We both accepted it. We only prayed that, in pain
as well as in pleasure, we could be pleasing to them.
Now I was made to kneel across her. I was so excited to be close to
her naked body, and she to mine. Our Masters towered over us, like
gods. We felt so small, so naked, so vulnerable. They pressed us
closer together. My nipples were on top of hers. Exchanging cold,
white breaths, we awaited our fate, trusting in each other to kiss
away the tears we knew would soon flow.
I whispered words of love to her.
My feet were tied behind her back. Then our Masters produced two long
needles. They held my right nipple. Slowly, painfully, they pushed
the needle through us, through the bodies of their property. Oh, how
we tried to hold back the tears! Our nipples were joined together,
and our Masters regarded us and admired their work. They laughed at
us and derided us -- poor, helpless slaves that we were! It was their
right. We knew it. We relished being their objects of scorn.
Then they pressed her feet down, nestled her ankles in the snow, and
took out two long, U-shaped stakes. These were placed over her
ankles. Our Masters brandished mallets; the sound of the falling
hammers rang out like Siegfried forging his sword. Soon she was
driven into the ground.
Her Master spoke in a calm but distant voice to us:
"Here you are, and here you'll remain until tomorrow at midnight. If
anyone finds you, well that's too bad. I assume you will be raped.
Tomorrow we'll come back and reposition you. We will nail you" -- he
laughed -- "to the ground, arms and legs spread, and pin your nether
lips together. We'll see how you like that!"
They left us in the freezing cold and rode off on horseback. We cried
and cried, but there was no one to hear us. "Yes Master," we thought,
"we are your whores, your lesbians, your slaves and your lovers. We
will try to suffer in dignity as befits your possessions. We worship
you."
All night she and I shivered in the cold, rubbing our bodies together
as best we could.
We knew then, truly, that we were owned, body and soul.
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