Posted by Sawney Beane on August 14, 2007 at 22:18:13:
The Collected Works of Sawney Beane: Volume #136
DISCIPLINE
by Sawney Beane
3 August 2006
987 words
DISTRIBUTION NOTICE and DISCLAIMER: Sawney Beane requests that any distribution of this work of fiction remain within the realm of social responsibility. This story is suitable neither for minors nor for the seeming majority of adults who have difficulty distinguishing fantasy from reality. It is pure fantasy, which means that, for whatever reason, someone has found it interesting to think about the events depicted herein. It does not in any way mean that the author would like to see this fantasy become reality, so if you are the type of person who might be swayed into doing something irrational by reading a work of fiction, the author respectfully requests that you decline to read further.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Sawney Beane, originally a native of Edinburgh, lived for twenty-five years in a cave on the coast of County Galloway, subsisting on the flesh of unfortunate travellers, roughly a thousand of them all told. He and his wife raised a large family of eight sons, six daughters, eighteen grandsons, and fourteen granddaughters. Eventually, the family was captured, and the whole lot was brutally and unjustifiably tortured and executed without trial. Since his death in the early 17th century, Beane has reformed his ways and now confines his atrocities to his literary endeavours.
WARNING: This story contains scenes of semi-consensual snuff and gynophagia. If you find such things offensive, please steer clear; you have been warned.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I woke up this morning with this one on my mind.
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"I'll never do it again!" Molly wailed desperately, "I promise!"
"Truer words have never been spoken," replied the man grimly without either slowing his pace or loosing his grip on the back of her pale neck.
"Please, please give me another chance!"
"You have disobeyed me," he replied coldly, steering her along in front of him at a rapid pace. "You must be disciplined."
"I...I didn't mean to, Master! I merely tasted it; I didn't know! I will obey any of your wishes!"
"Disobedience cannot be abided," he replied unrelentingly. "The others must see the price of disobedience."
"But, but it was such a minor infraction...can't my discipline be something less than...this!"
They had arrived at a small raised platform in the courtyard of the manor house. There they stopped, and Molly gazed upon the bloody block mounted in its centre. She felt the space behind her eyes begin to go red as if she were about to faint. He answered her firmly. "In my home, there is only one form of discipline."
Molly's near faint passed, and she entered a surreal state. Feeling her surroundings but not exactly believing them. She knew they were real, as was her peril, but she somehow found it preferable to go through the motions without letting it sink in. To be enslaved to such a Master! Cruel fate! "Please, Master," she heard herself say, "I am new and inexperienced. If I had known the ways of the household, it would not have happened. I will never disobey you again!"
"Argue with me no more, slave!" growled the Master in a voice that shut Molly up instantly. It was difficult to tell what horror the voice promised that was more severe than Molly's fate on the chopping block, but somehow she believed it was something to be avoided.
The Master guided Molly to her knees next to the block and pushed her neck down to touch the well-used wood. He brushed the long brown hair away from her neck and there she waited for the other slaves to assemble.
Slowly, agonizingly, twenty beautiful young women, all of them nude, arrived in the space before the platform. They assembled themselves into four neat rows of five and stood with heads bowed slightly, backs straight, arms pressed against their sides. Their faces wore carefully neutral expressions, but Molly thought she could detect a hint in most of the faces indicating that they were happy not to be in Molly's position. Molly waited and shivered.
"This one has defied me!" bellowed the Master to his assembled peons who trembled at the forcefulness of his voice. "She must pay for her disobedience!"
The trembling of the twenty slaves was nearly audible as the Master paused. Molly gazed out helplessly, still not entirely believing her life was about to end.
"Who among you feels pity for this miserable wretch?" asked the Master impressively. Seventeen or eighteen hands rose timidly from the assembled women. "Who among you will take her place to pay for her sin!" All of the hands lowered quickly. "Then she shall pay for her own disobedience!" The Master raised a gleaming axe, one of his most prized and quite frequently used possessions. The women in front of Molly looked as if they were preparing themselves to gasp in horror.
As he was about to swing the axe that would end Molly's life, a voice arose from the back of the crowd of women. "I will take her place!" A blonde woman stepped from her place in line and strode rapidly up to the platform.
The Master gave the blonde a disdainful look while the other women chattered in amazement insofar as they could safely do so, which wasn't very much. Molly felt the Master's heavy boot shoved against her hip and pushing her over onto the ground. She remained there daring not to look up for fear of what she might see.
The blonde kissed the Master gently on the lips, which he allowed graciously. Then she confidently approached the block and knelt in the fatal position Molly had so recently vacated.
"You, worthless slave!" shouted the Master at Molly. "You shall catch the head of the one who has saved you!"
Molly scrambled into position sitting in front of the blonde with her legs straddling the block. She held the blonde's soft cheeks in her hands and looked in wonder up into the sparkling blue eyes. "Julia! You are giving your life to save me! Why?"
The Master was continuing to speak to his assembled slaves haughtily, but Molly and Julia focused only on their own conversation. "Don't be so sure I'm doing you a favour, dear," replied Julia, who like Molly was in her mid twenties but in contrast to Molly carried herself with a complete lack of naiveté.
"But why?"
"Molly, dear, we all end up here sooner or later. I'm just tired of waiting around for it. You will be too someday when you get enough of his bitching and moaning."
"But my disobedience is causing your death!" whined Molly.
"Nonsense, Molly, Cheryl's body is gone, and the freezer is empty. Someone was going to die here today no matter what. If it wasn't you, he would have found a tiny error on someone else's part."
"Thank you, Julia," moaned Molly with blinding tears streaming down her face.
Julia blinked in acknowledgement a few milliseconds before a loud crack resounded around the room. Molly who had been holding Julia's face in her hands suddenly found herself off balance and fell onto her back with Julia's severed head still in her grasp. She stared disbelievingly into the shiny blue eyes, which were already beginning to go glassy and grey. But there was a hint of a triumphant smile on the lips.
Molly clutched Julia's head to her chest and closed her eyes, baptised by the scarlet torrent spouting over her.