Posted by hisdinner on December 27, 2003 at 15:23:29:
Chapter Two: Loviatar loves Bonnie (Skewered and Roasted, of course) by hisdinner
Mists parted, revealing the giant oak tree and the bound form of the girl, Bonnie, struggling to undo the ropes around her. In their great hall above, the gods watched, the elder's smile twitching even as his son grimaced and swore under his breath. A hot wind rose and played with Bonnie's hair.
"How did I get back here?" she asked herself. Bonnie lay on her side, ankles and wrists tied tight, in the shadow of the same stout oak she'd used for shelter. Used when?
"Was that last night? Who brought me back here?" Her fingers worked at the knotted rope. The breeze riffled her hair as she frowned and concentrated on the knot. Her bare breasts jiggled each time her fingers slipped.
"Ggggah! There!" she exclaimed, finally undoing the bond that held her wrists. Bonnie thought of wicked Mr. Hardesty and how he'd almost impaled her.
"It certainly wasn't him who set me free," she chuckled. "He was quite beside himself!" She grimaced at her poor pun, and at the memory of how the lightening bolt had cut him in two. "And cooked him!" she gasped.
Bonnie rubbed her chafed wrists, then set to work undoing the bonds that held her ankles. As she worked, she recalled last night's troubles and shook her head again, confused. "I should be black and blue from head to toe, the way that awful man abused me," she mused. "Instead, look at me!"
She tugged the last coil of rope from her slender ankles, then stood up and arched her back and stretched her arms high, luxuriating in the warm sun. Her body formed a sight few gods had seen, and fewer men had imagined. Bonnie's slender lines and round, supple curves glowed in the sunlight.
"Look at her indeed!" growled the young god, chewing on a paltry meal of servant girls. "Her body is unscathed, as you promised, but Father! She seems quite unaffected by her trials, and it's your fault! You slew her attacker just as he was about to spit her through. That marvelous body...how I would have loved to see her squirming on the spit."
The elder god nodded, lost in the pleasure of watching the young girl's body as she twisted and worked out all the stiffness of last night's entrapment. "She does seem untroubled, doesn't she?" the old god murmured. "She wanted memories, and you're right, my son. I've robbed her of the worst of what your mortal had to offer. My meddling may have muted her anguish, too." The elder god grimaced as a chill swept through the hall. He spoke again. "I promise you, I won't interfere with this One."
The younger god looked up from Bonnie, who was now bathing in a hot pool near a geyser. "This one, Father? Ah!" The younger god grinned widely as a goddess dressed in white satin approached the two: It was Loviatar, a goddess of incredible beauty and incredible pain. An ice dagger in a silver sheath hung from a gilded belt around her hips.
The old God spoke. "Loviatar feeds on pain and hurt and cruelty. She's asked to join our little game. It seemed the least I could offer you as recompense."
Loviatar slipped her silk-sheathed body close to the younger god, and purred a greeting into his ear. Icicles of pain shot from her dagger straight to his heart, but the young god smiled. "Your spears of ice can't hurt me, Goddess," he chuckled. Steam rose from within the god's broad chest, "Save them for the little one below."
Loviatar sighed, and nodded and watched Bonnie play in the gently heated waters near the oak. She smiled at the male gods and nestled between them, her head resting in the Elder's lap, her body draped over the younger's. She turned and looked down through the mists, to Bonnie. "So lovely!" she whispered.
"Aye, lovely as you, Loviatar," said the younger god.
Loviatar flew up from the laps of the male gods, furious. She shook her head and flashed a hand across the mists, and caused a swarm of bees to rise from the clover fields and fly toward the naked girl.
"Lovely as I am?" Loviatar said. "You defame me." She waved her hand again, and the three gods watched as the bees surrounded Bonnie.
Just out of her bath, Bonnie moaned in soft contentment as she let the sunlight dry her. Last night's torments seemed more and more like a dream. "Why, I don't have a mark on me! Maybe I hit my head and dreamed all that?"
She had bent to blot the last of the water from her toes when she felt a sharp, burning sting on her rump, and she leapt forward, crying out. Her breasts bounced as she danced and hopped onto one foot, then the other, as the bees found her and pierced her with a dozen stings. Her lovely rounded bottom was stung again, and then, five more bee stings followed, in rapid succession, on her lower lip, her belly, and her breasts. She jumped and twisted in the air, swatting as half a dozen more bees descended, stinging her everywhere.
"Ow! Owie! Gods! Get them away from me!" she cried as she plunged back into the deep pool and ducked under the bubbling water. Bonnie stayed beneath the surface 'til she thought her lungs would burst and then, she shot up, a blond, bee-stung Venus, gasping for air.
The bees had vanished, but a man and girl had appeared. They'd stopped their carriage just above the pool and were watching the spectacle. They sat in the carriage, watching her drip and shiver, as their driver stilled the horses and kept his eyes averted. Bonnie blushed and tried to cover herself. The water had suddenly grown ice cold. She clambered out of the pool and stood behind a low bush which did very little to hide her body from the strangers.
"Have you had a run-in with my bees, Bonnie?" asked the man, a slight smile tugging at his lips. He gazed at the little round welts dotting Bonnie's otherwise perfect skin. Bonnie nodded, dumbstruck as she stared at the two of them. The man, clad in a fine tweed jacket and dark pants, was idly toying with a collar encircling the neck of the girl who sat next to him. Bonnie forgot her modesty and her bee stung flesh for a moment.
"Oh, gods above," Bonnie whispered. The girl in the carriage was naked, apart from collar. A wide metal band around her neck was all she wore. The woman was as bare as Bonnie! Bonnie hugged herself and remembered the field of grazing girls, and thought, "Oh, no. Not again!"
"Yes, Sir, I did," said Bonnie. "Meet your bees, Sir. That is."
She attempted politeness as she tried to remember this strange pair.
The girl in the carriage brushed her lips against the man's ear, and he nodded. Then, to Bonnie's great surprise, the collared girl spoke. "Master Eric and I feel just awful that we didn't get here sooner. It's ten just now. I thought we'd agreed on half past?"
Bonnie gaped at the girl. "We agreed?" she mumbled. Bonnie shook her head, befuddled. The girl seemed to think they were expected. And the man, Eric... He'd called her by name. Bonnie felt a familiar tightness fill her head. She couldn't piece it together. She whimpered as her confusion swelled in tandem with her bee stings.
"Clothes?" Bonnie asked, rooted to her scanty cover behind the leaves. Bonnie was relieved to hear the woman speak, but baffled by the way they seemed to know her. She could swear she had never laid eyes on them before. Especially the girl, Bonnie mused. She was quite exotic. Bonnie was sure she'd never forget meeting a tall, tanned, collared naked girl. On a leash. Bonnie's mind felt about to burst with all this strangeness. "But, oh," Bonnie admitted to herself, smiling, "That girl might be a goddess."
Eric nodded again to his companion and unclasped a leather lead from her collar. He handed his slave a bundle and said, "Of course. How thoughtless of us. Lovi?"
Lovi smiled at her master and jumped lightly from the carriage. She held out the cloth bundle to Bonnie. The bitten, shivering girl put on a loose shift and wound a wide leather belt around her narrow waist. The simple dress ended just above her knees, and the V neck offered the world an ample view of Bonnie's breasts. Bonnie looked down and tugged at the gown. Lovi grinned and said, "A perfect fit! Come along now, Bonnie. So much to do before the party guests arrive, you know."
Bonnie thought back, as she followed the tanned, voluptuous Lovi to the carriage. "Did I give them my name? They seem to think I know what's going on here. What next? Arrr!" Despite misgivings, Bonnie climbed into the carriage, and off they drove.
When they'd gone a mile or two, Bonnie, who had been thinking hard, summoned her courage and asked, "Are you acquainted with my father, Master Eric? Are my parents going to be at the party, too?"
Eric smiled at Lovi first, and then at Bonnie. "Your parents? Now, that might make for a very fine party! Lovi, are they expected?"
Lovi shook her head, giggling a bit and responded, "Oh, Master! You're too wicked, sometimes! Hee hee!" Bonnie tried to smile and join in the moment of levity, but it was lost on the homesick girl.
Eric chuckled again and patted Bonnie's thigh, squeezing it slightly. "Your parents won't be joining us, love," he said. "But I think you'll find the other guests a fascinating group. As they will you."
With that, he gave her thigh one last squeeze, and drew her closer, an arm around her shoulders. Bonnie shivered in his grip, remembering the last man who'd had his arms around her. Despite her qualms, despite a growing dread of the response she'd get, Bonnie asked, "How do you know my name? Where are you taking me? And ...and ..why are you naked and collared like a dog?" she burst out, turning to face Lovi, who was leashed again, the handle in Eric's grip.
"Now, if we didn't know your name, however could we have sent the invitation?" Eric said, smiling indulgently. "We're taking you to the party, as you well know. You were in the spot we'd named, and right on time, though I must say, you were a little underdressed for the occasion."
He paused as he watched Bonnie's face cloud with confusion. He tugged a few times on Lovi's leash, and the girl responded by nestling her head in Eric's lap, and drawing out his cock, and slurping at it noisily. Bonnie blushed and squirmed into the corner of the carriage. She tried to stop watching the girl's ministrations, but Lovi performed them with such gusto, smacking her lips and moaning with pleasure, that Bonnie finally gave in to curiosity and stared.
"As -- Mm! As for Lovi, she's my dog, my slave girl, my whore. She's anything I command her," Eric said, his face a grimace of lusty pleasure. His hips moved and Lovi gurgled, and soon, she sat up, licking pearly droplets from her full lips. Lovi returned Bonnie's stare as she sucked in one finger. Bonnie shivered as a cold wind lifted her skirt.
Lovi stroked her master's thigh but continued staring at Bonnie, smiling. "You'll see," she said. "You'll see all the ways I assist Master Eric." She giggled, and for one moment her face shimmered, and cruel blue eyes peered from where Lovi's inviting brown ones should have been.
Bonnie shook her head and stammered, "Oh. My." She was so confused. Watching the girl just then had given her all sorts of tingly, twitchy feelings. Bonnie wondered if she'd get to see more. She thought that she might want it. That mouth, on her.
The carriage rolled into a sizable estate, and Bonnie soon found herself in a vast hall, lit high on two sides with torches, while a tremendous fire burned in the hearth which formed the centerpiece of the far wall. The center of the room held tables and devices unlike any Bonnie had seen before. Tables with leather cuffs at the four corners, others with sections attached to wheels that looked as if they'd pull the table sections apart. Bonnie saw several hanging cages, shaped like people, or filled with spikes. Mighty chains hung from the ceiling, and burnished pans and pots gleamed from the walls. The pans were huge, arranged around an oven of equal proportions. There were long, sensuously curved ladles. And there were knives.
"No bubbling pot of stew," Bonnie whispered, relieved. "It looks as if he's hired magicians." Her mind was bleary and she felt so tired.
"Do you need a nap, little one?" Eric asked, his hands on Bonnie's shoulders. "You should be well rested for tonight's performance. Don't you agree?"
Bonnie tried again. "But I didn't get an invitation to the magic show," she said.
"Shh, girl, hush. It's all arranged, no need to worry. Take her to bed, Lovi, and see to any other of her needs." Eric kissed Bonnie's mouth to stifle further questions. Then he strode off to inspect one of the strange devices laying near the tables, laughing, while Lovi took Bonnie's hand and led her upstairs.
In a lavishly furnished bedroom, Lovi stood so close to Bonnie that her nipples brushed the front of Bonnie's gown. "Off with that," Lovi murmured, and tugged Bonnie's belt free, and let it fall. Bonnie's heart beat hard, and she recalled the other naked girl who'd given Bonnie one sweet kiss. Until now, that was all the love she'd known. Bonnie shivered and felt her heartbeat quicken. Lovi grasped the shoulders of her gown and started to pull it over Bonnie's head, then, grinned and tore it off the girl, instead. Once naked, Bonnie froze in place, just beside a high bed piled with soft throws. Lovi stepped closer still, her tanned body pressed against Bonnie's golden one, and pushed her back onto the soft bed. Bonnie moaned. Lovi ran one hand up from Bonnie's pelt of soft blond fur, fingernails grazing her belly, ending at Bonnie's throat. Lovi let her hand rest there, and pushed Bonnie further back so that Lovi could straddle her. Bonnie stared up at Lovi, eyes wide, still unable to move. Lovi's other hand gently burrowed into the cleft between Bonnie's thighs as she closed her mouth on Bonnie's lips.
Bonnie gasped for air as she broke the kiss and started to speak. Her mouth was quickly covered again by Lovi's. She felt a shudder travel the length of her body as she became aware of two invasions, Lovi's tongue in her mouth, and Lovi's fingers in her cunt. She moaned, and Lovi laughed, and they cavorted there, for hours, and little Bonnie learned a lot. At least three times, Bonnie's body shook in with waves of pleasure, and Lovi's did, as well. Raising her head from Lovi's breast, hours later, Bonnie asked for at least the twentieth time, "Shall I do this?"
Lovi growled her pleasure out and took one of Bonnie's hands and said, "Pet me, too."
Bonnie's hands were busy as her mouth, exploring Lovi's silken wetness, and so she did not see Eric enter. Lovi's hands slipped around the slender blond, grabbing her and turning her, so that the giggling girl rested face up, atop Lovi. Both girls were sheened with sweat and panting, and both smiled wantonly up at him as Eric greeted both with kisses.
"Well acquainted now, I see," he said, running his hand down Bonnie's cheek. Beneath her, Lovi smiled at Eric as she tightened her grip around Bonnie's waist.
Bonnie squirmed a bit. Lovi's grip was uncomfortably tight. Her belly grumbled, and she giggled a little and said, "Pardon, but it's been so long since I've eaten."
"As well it should be!" Eric said. Bonnie was surprised, and hurt. Any normal host would have rushed to feed her. But, Bonnie realized, nothing in her last two days had been the least bit normal. Lovi nuzzled her ear, nibbling a little, and Bonnie squealed.
"The guests arrived while you were ... resting," Eric smirked. "Time for the feast. Come now." Bonnie started to pick up her dress, but Eric stopped her. "Wear this," he said. He held out a sheer red scarf, not a hand span wide, but long. Bonnie took the scarf, staring dumbly at it, and giggled.
"That's all?" she asked, draping it around her neck, and starting to swathe her breasts in the thin red strip.
"Not like that. Let it knot twice around your neck, and leave the ends to trail down. Yes... just so," Lovi said, adjusting the scarf. Eric took one end of the scarf and Lovi the other, and with Bonnie between them, they left the bedroom and descended the staircase into the hall.
Bonnie's face grew hot and she nearly stumbled when she saw the ring of men and women in the center of the room. Bonnie had never seen such richness. She almost forgot her nakedness as she admired their coats and gowns. The ten in the party stood around the mechanized table. Some held long thin metal rods. Others held knives or cords. All of them looked up and applauded as the trio entered the hall. On a raised dais at the far end of the room, the fire blazed and the oven glowed. Bonnie could just make out a group of servants, scurrying to tend the fires. Some carried implements to the guests, who shouted out their desires while never taking their eyes from Bonnie.
Eric and his slave girl tugged at the red scarf around her neck and pulled Bonnie, wide-eyed and disoriented, into the midst of the crowd. Bonnie knew that she was dreaming now, this was all too much, again. She felt twelve people staring at her. Never before had she felt so naked, not even at the pool, or shivering in the bonds last night as ... as... Last night! Last night he had tried to cook her! Bonnie's eyes flew open as she finally registered the sights before her. Not these people, too?
Bonnie began to shake her head slowly, side to side. She took one backwards step, and then another. She tugged off the red scarf as she eyed the sharp skewers and knives held in the hands of all those people. The circle tightened around her. Bonnie screamed. The scream released her, and Bonnie ran.
Ten hands reached out to grab her, and ten more twisted her wrists, fastened her arms behind her, and lifted Bonnie. They carried her writhing body to the table. She shrieked as men with winey breath pinned her arms wide and high above her, fastening her wrists with sturdy cuffs to the corners of the table while other men manacled her ankles, down below. Her body formed a slender X on the table now. Lovi moved forward through the throng and frowned when she saw Bonnie, arching and tugging at all her bonds.
"Shove this brace beneath her back. I want her belly taut and her breasts thrust forward," said Lovi. Bonnie pleaded with that girl, she begged Lovi to release her.
"You'll be released soon enough!" the collared girl laughed and turned her back on Bonnie, addressing the crowd.
"My master bids you enjoy this girl any way you will, and spice her flesh with each of your hurts. It enhances her flavor when you abuse her. Terror adds incredible spicy sweetness. Some timid souls abhor the taste of fear, but surely you're not among them. What say you? Are you ready to destroy this girl?" Lovi was panting, breathless as she finished.
There was a roar, from baritone to treble as the assembled revelers, brandishing their favorite devices, descended on poor Bonnie. They took up positions, jostling for space at the most desirable locations and raised their instruments, holding them in trembling readiness above the flesh of the bound girl. Bonnie wailed and wept and cried out to all the gods to rescue her. The wind was silent and only the crackling of the fire was heard. Bonnie sobbed and her chest heaved, her limber body fighting against the bonds.
Around her, shoulder to shoulder, men and women held sharp things, cutting things, piercing tools. Anything that could hurt this girl, they had. All the crowd panted, as they waited for the Master to lead. Eric walked to the ebony handle at the table's base. He bent his elbows, and gripped the handle. The muscles of his powerful forearms quivered and tensed. Then Eric raised his head and glancing round the guests, he called out, "Take her!" and as the guests raised their arms to make their first blows, Eric pulled up and pushed forward on the handle, and gave the wheel one full, creaky turn.
Bonnie shrieked as she felt her body pulled, feet and ankles tugged hard and her back strained against the terrible wedge beneath her. And then the first blow fell. A stout, red-faced man with a balding head grabbed her glorious hair and hacked it short with several brutal ax chops, inches away from her head. Bonnie shut her eyes against the sight of the ax, but she felt a whoosh of air as it neared her head. Cackling with his prize, the bald man stepped back so that another could join the fun.
All around the girl were pinchers, prodders, and piercers, drooling as they worked. One thin sallow man used a mallet as he drove ten thin skewers through her breasts. His helper, a woman as sallow as the man himself, held Bonnie's nipples taut, so that each of his needles pierced her breasts clean through with one or two taps each. Each time a man had finished his task, the crowd roared their approval, and then grew quiet as Eric turned the wheel again. Eric's eyes blazed fire as he felt the delicate bones of the girl begin to separate. Beneath Bonnie's agonized body, a space between the table halves was clearly seen. Before the last man finished his work, the gap would be at least as long as the cock which now impaled the girl.
Many men had laid eyes on Bonnie and cast down their ancillary weapons for their primal ones. A section of the table between her legs was removed, and men gathered in a rough line to have her. The men used her roughly, but not long; just the sight of her terrified eyes was enough to make them cum. Bonnie sobbed as each man thrust inside her. Her head swiveled right and left, but all around her, demons lurked, and she despaired.
Bonnie howled and shook as each new hurt assaulted her. Her breasts leaked blood around a dozen skewers, her arms were stretched, her ankles screamed agony, and at each turn of the wheel, she thought her back would break. Bonnie didn't ask for help any longer, but her eyes refused to close. The ruined girl recorded her torments by the score. Finally, with each man and woman out of breath, the tortures stopped, and the crowd stepped back. Eric stood at Bonnie's head. He commanded, " Lovi, your place is there, at her cunt."
The crowd murmured as Eric bent to Bonnie. He kissed her long and hard, and gazed into her eyes and whispered, "Gods, girl, you are the most beautiful thing I've ever touched."
Lovi's eyes sparked blue fire as she heard him speak to the sobbing girl. "Before you roast her, the little tart needs filling!" cried Lovi, "but slitting first, I think." She reached to her side and lifted up a knife so blue-white and shiny, many later swore that it was made of ice. Lovi leapt up to the top of the table and brandished the knife within inches of Bonnie's eyes.
" Kiss it!" she cried. "Kiss the blade that takes your life."
Lovi pressed the blade to Bonnie's lips and then drew it high over Bonnie's belly. Bonnie closed her eyes, sucked in one last sweet breath, and stilled herself. Lovi glanced around the room to be sure that all eyes were on her, and then, as a frigid wind began to blow, she brought that blade down between Bonnie's breasts and pulled it through her, down, all the way to her soft, golden mound. Bonnie was bathed in her own blood as her arched back forced the rising pool to flow out and down, to her neck and down her belly where it was cleft, and all around her. Lovi gasped and swore, then used that white-blue blade as she grasped the tiny tuft of hair on Bonnie's cunt, and shaved her clean.
"Now all she wears is blood," the slave girl proclaimed. "Clean her for the fires!"
The servants dashed forward. While the revelers sipped wine and watched, the gentle hands of servants cleaned Bonnie, taking out her slippery organs, rinsing out her body with water and wine. They blotted her tearstained face and massaged oils and butter into her skin.
The crowd gathered once more as the servants offered the butcher knife to their master. Eric took the heavy knife and turned to his guests, offering them one blow each. Each man came forward, and some of the women too. A mood of competition grew, as each man tried to best the next. Some had sure eyes, and some had strength. Limb by limb, Bonnie fell apart. Finally, Eric came forward to take her head. His arms were strong, and his aim was good. Her head rolled free after just one blow. He placed it on a silver plate adorned with flowers. Her oiled and butchered body lay ready for the fires now.
Servants placed each exquisite arm and leg into a gleaming pan or onto a sharpened spit. They basted her carcass, caressed her nipples with honeyed oils and then captured her juices as Bonnie's meat began to sizzle and glow. The girl meat roasted to golden perfection in the fires. The smoke curled up, carrying a spicy-sweet aroma into the night sky. Three gods looked on as the men and women feasted. Loviatar knelt near the foot of the elder god, peering down at the feast. She bared her teeth in huge satisfaction and smacked her lips and sheathed her dagger. The younger god clapped his hands and said, "Well done!"
The elder god said nothing. He walked into enveloping mists, and he scrubbed at his eyes as if the smoke stung them. "Tomorrow, little one," he whispered. "Till then."
Down below, the rains came, the fires were damped, and the feast was done.