Little Doll (Blackmoth House #1)

Chapter 6 Fane

Chapter 6

Fane

The following evening, I borrowed a carriage from The Gilded to go and fetch Izetta from our arranged spot. She would take an innocent evening constitutional about the graveyard that was near her home, but not close enough that Charlie could see her from there. I’d arrive in the carriage, and she'd join me. The plan went accordingly.

After the driver and I had helped Izetta inside, I got in and we were on our way as twilight began to gather and fog rolled in.

I produced our masks from my pocket.

My skull face mask, and the self-same mask I’d loaned Nova two nights before. Izetta stared down at the mask in her hand as though it were an ugly spider. She looked back up at me.

“What is this?” she demanded.

“It’s a mask. We’re going to play a game tonight. I want you to wear it.”

She grimaced, sending a network of fine lines out from her eyes. “But, Fane, it’s atrocious.”

My eyes narrowed ever so slightly. “Put it on, Izetta,” I said in a low growl. I tied mine on and stared at her through the stony skull face.

She shuddered and looked away, but she tied it on with hands that trembled.

She was more timid than she used to be. Less up for anything than she’d once been. It annoyed me.

The carriage rattled to a stop in front of The Gilded and Izetta gasped over dramatically. “The Gilded Serpent?” she cried. “Fane, surely you aren’t taking me here.” Her eyes darted around and held her cane tight in her fist. It appeared she sought an escape. Which made me chuckle because her miserable bastard of a husband had made it so hard for her to get away, hadn’t he?

“Darling Izetta,” I said. “Let’s not pretend you’re above this place. We’re going to play tonight.”

Memories of times I’d had before with Izetta intoxicated my mind’s eye. She looked at me once again and her cheeks flamed as she read the desire on my face. She dropped her eyes to her lap. “Well, that would be alright I suppose,” she said in almost a whisper. The meek and frightened mouse returning.

I smiled and ran my tongue over my teeth, my mouth suddenly going dry. “That’s a good girl,” I purred.

The driver and I helped my little crippled pet down, and as soon as her feet touched the ground, the carriage rolled away.

There was a room outside the attic Den. The room held racks of clothing and costumes, and closed cupboards that contained things Izetta would’ve never even heard of before. There were sofas and seats. It was a waiting room of sorts. Or a dressing room for those who were into that.

By the time we reached the room, Izetta was limping even worse as the four flights of stairs we’d had to climb to the attic had hurt her. But she was trying to be strong, and her chin jutted forward as she leaned on her wooden cane. When we reached the costume room, Izetta stood proudly in its center.

I noticed that the handle of her cane was a crystal skull with ruby eyes.

I crossed to Izetta and began to unbutton her long black coat to see if she’d worn what I told her to. In the end, it would make no difference since my intention was to take her into the Den naked.

After the buttons were undone, I ripped the coat back off her shoulders and found that she had done just as I’d asked. A long black lace gown that hugged her curves and flowed down into a ruffle of red roses along the bottom and woven into the skirt. It was a dress that I had once given her, and one that her prick husband had never seen.

I traced a single finger along Izetta’s collarbone, and she hissed in a quick breath and her eyes fluttered closed.

While they were closed, I fingered the straps of her gown and then savagely yanked them down. She yelped as the fabric fell away around her waist, revealing the laced corset underneath.

“Fane,” she whispered.

I circled to her back, my boots clicking on the wooden floor and echoing in the dark and quiet. I withdrew my knife from inside my coat pocket and flicked it open. This elicited another gasp from Izetta, which gave me a pleasant little chill. With one slice of the blade, the laces of her corset were cut, and it fell away.

Moonlight coursed in from an attic window and glowed on her back. She trembled as the cool night air met her skin. There was a long scar low on her back, right across her spine, and I fingered it roughly. Angry that I did not leave it there. Angry that she’d let him hurt her. Again, and so badly when I’d tried to save her before.

She shuddered beneath my unloving touch.

I circled back to her front where she stood still wearing her beautiful skirt but with her perfect breasts bared and rising up and down madly with her fast breaths. I ran my hand down her chest and between her breasts and forgave her for her sins.

I pulled the tie off her skirt, and it fluttered down like a falling cloud pooling at her feet.

She wore nothing but her boots beneath it, as I’d told her.

I leaned my lips to her ears. “Good girl, my pet. I should’ve touched you in the carriage, and I’m sorry that I didn’t.”

“You can touch me now,” she murmured. She stared at my hands for a few long, heavy seconds, so I lifted them to her breasts and touched them lightly. Her rosy nipples beaded into hard pearls.

“Take off your boots,” I whispered. She hurried to do as I asked, and soon she was standing there in nothing but my mask, leaning on her cane and squeezing her thighs together.

I fingered the pin and her hair, pulled it out, and set the mane of ringlets free. She shuddered as all the hair danced upon her skin.

“Let’s go into the Den now, my pet,” I said, taking her hand.

Her eyes darted to me. “I’ve heard of this place, Fane,” she whispered urgently. “You won’t hurt me, will you?”

I smiled broadly. “I told you, Izetta. I’m going to save you.”

After a brief hesitation, she gave me a small smile. “Thank you.”

Her hand shook in mine, and it thrilled me to my core. Hot plumes of desire unfurled low in my belly.

I took her through the small door and into The Serpent’s Den.

No one else was about. I’d managed to reserve the entire attic for us this special night. But there were any number of racks and contraptions that Izetta wouldn’t recognize but might still make her feel uneasy.

The vibe of the place was dark and violent.

I moved to Izetta and devoured her with a kiss.

“I’m frightened, Fane,” she whispered against my lips.

You should be.

“Don’t be afraid,” I replied. Even as I said it, I reached between her legs and cupped her hot cunt. She tossed all that hair back and rasped out a long breath. I squeezed my hand and molded her flesh, and she emitted little quiet whimpers. “You don’t have to be quiet,” I whispered in her ear. This made her whimper a little more.

She was shaking hard, and I feared she might fall due to her malady. “Why do you have the cane?” I asked, circling around her again, studying the curves and the shadows of this woman I’d nearly forgotten. She was a bit thinner than I remembered, with new scars and deep bruises in obscene places. But still beautiful and fuckable.

“He broke my leg,” she said. “It will never fully heal.”

I traced my finger down her spine, across the scar in her lower back, and then down the center of her ass and delicately into the slit in her skin between her cheeks.

She spun around. “Talking about that won’t be a good way to get me to fuck you, I assure you,” she spat.

I laughed in reply.

I lead her across the huge attic space, by racks and hangers, by collections of whips and other various devices of either pleasure or torture. She eyed them all nervously. Delicious, dizzying arousal simmered inside me.

Soon we came to a large table, which was placed in front of an even larger window. It was a giant stained glass round window which looked out on the front side of the building’s street view, far below. It was floor to ceiling, even taller than me. Izetta scrambled to cover herself in full view of the window.

“Nobody can see you.”

Her cheeks raged red. “Fane, it’s an enormous window. Somebody might see!”

I reached up and yanked her hands away from her own breasts, once again exposing her to the night. “Who gives a damn if they do?”

“I do!” she cried, her eyes once again filling with tears.

A frustrated groan rumbled in my throat. I took her hand and said, “Here, sit on this table. Give your leg a break.”

Hesitating again, she allowed me to help her shimmy back onto the smooth tabletop. I took her cane, which she seemed reluctant to let go. But I took it all the same and stashed it under the table.

With her seated on the edge of the table, I nuzzled her legs apart so that I could step between them. I cupped the back of her head and pulled her into a kiss, probing her with my thrashing tongue. She melted against me; all apprehensions forgotten. She reached up to wrap her arms around me, but I grabbed her wrists and pulled them down to her sides. “Ah, ah,” I breathed. “Did I say you could touch?”

Izetta giggled. I kissed her again, and she began to pant. She reached for me again, this time feeling my hard cock through my clothing.

I snatched her hands away again. “Oh, I guess I’ll have to tie you up since you can’t behave, my pet.” I smiled darkly, and she smiled too.

I believe she thought I was joking, but I circled around to the head of the table and produced a chain from each corner. Each of the chains was attached to the table at one end and a metal cuff at the other.

I darted back to Izetta, hooked an arm around her waist, and jerked her back to where I could fasten the cuffs on both her wrists. Her skin squeaked as I dragged her across the shiny surface of the table, and she cried out. The placement of the cuffs spread her arms as far as they could spread above her head.

“Fane!” Izetta cried. “What are you doing?” Forced into a laying down position, she squirmed and strained against the cuffs. I climbed onto the table and straddled her, which slowed her struggle somewhat as she stared up into my eyes and huffed deep frightened breaths. I leaned down and dragged my tongue across her lips, barely touching the tender flesh. She closed her eyes and sighed.

I moved down her body on the tabletop and bent between her legs to kiss her pussy. She vibrated and whimpered. Ah, my darling Izetta, how she loved to have her pussy licked. And a pretty one it was, for a lady who was older than those I would typically fuck. I used two fingers to open the lips and let my hot breath make direct contact with her clit. Then I inserted my tongue into the dark hole of her center, slowly and softly. Izetta arched her back and cried out, no longer afraid of being heard.

I scissored my two fingers while I tongued her cunt. Gentle. Subtle.

Making her think this wouldn’t hurt.

After tonguing her to the brink with her body writhing on the hardwood table, I stopped. I scurried backward off the table. She was still in the throes of her passion, not even paying much attention that I’d left her, bucking her hips and moaning.

I grabbed another iron shackle that was attached to the bottom corner of the table. Then I reached to grab her left ankle, and I yanked it toward the shackle and clicked it closed on her in an instant.

Her eyes popped open, and she screamed. “Fane!”

I smiled at her, my cock throbbing against the fabric of my trousers. I took my time going to the other corner, producing yet another shackle.

She whimpered and all the ecstasy was gone from her face. “Fane, it will hurt. Please…”

Around her right ankle, I laced my fingers, like five snakes. She jerked and tried to pull it away, but then my fingers tightened from snakes into stones.

With a roar and a savage yank, I spread her leg to the right and shackled it. She screamed loud and long on that one, her injured leg. Tears streamed down her sweet face.

Her body was perfectly stretched wide on the big wooden table.

“It hurts,” she whimpered after she was screamed out.

I crawled back up onto the table. She jerked and spasmed, a sheen of sweat now coating every inch of her. She wanted away from me.

But there was nowhere to go.

I took my time inching my way back to the center of her.

“Please, please, Fane, it hurts,” she begged, meeting my eyes with a pleading gaze.

“Does it, my pet?” I whispered. Crouched on my knees, I reached down to the inside of each of her spread thighs and began to massage. “Here?” I asked, rubbing her in slow circles, grazing the lips of her cunt with each rotation.

“Everywhere, it hurts everywhere!” she whined.

I broke eye contact to stare down at her center. Her pussy and her ass hung wide open to me, spread unbelievably far. Despite her protests, evidence of her arousal dripped from her hot darkness. I adjusted my pulsating cock, desperate to free it.

“Unlock me, Fane,” she said. “Let me help you with that.”

I tipped my head back and bit my lip. After letting off a small roar, I returned my concentration to massaging her. I worked my way around to her outer thighs, where I kneaded her flesh harder and harder still. She jerked under my rough hands and sobbed.

“Right there? Is that where it hurts?” I whispered.

Her eyes shut tight, and now it was her turn to bite her lip. She nodded her head. The color drained from her face.

I bent down to her face.

“Then why are you so WET?” I demanded.

Izetta arched her back and wailed, a pitiful, despondent sound. She screamed for help.

I laughed. “Oh my god now I’m REALLY hard, holy hell, woman,” I growled.

In an effortless motion, I unsheathed my cock and plunged into her. She screamed once again and thrust her pelvis harder into mine. With my lips right next to her ear, I suggested, “Pain can feel good, darling.”

This provoked another desperate cry for help and more violent thrashing. “Try and feel the pain and think of it differently,” I whispered into her soul.

She screamed again.

Her legs already seemed stretched open past any reasonable limit. So, I reached down between our two bodies and forced my hands between her thighs and shoved them even further open.

She positively shrieked. I thrust into her like an animal while forcing her thighs wider open with each push.

She screamed, and she screamed again. And then something changed. Some slight note in the edge of her voice changed from fear to… Something primal. Something sexual.

Something terrible.

Her raspy shriek sent an explosion of ecstasy from my fingertips down to my toes and I shot off inside her like a war had just begun. Her pussy thrummed around my cock and her body reverberated beneath me. Her teeth chattered, and she sobbed while she came long and hard.

I ripped out of her before she was even finished and she cried again, this time in the desperation for my cock to fill her. I scurried back to the end of the table, cock still free and growing rock hard again. I retrieved her cane.

She was still pulsing with the remnants of her orgasm and had yet to open her eyes when I pressed the skull handle of her cane up against the opening of her ass. The cold crystal made her jump. Her eyes popped open, and her head rose.

“Oh, Fane, please… No…” she murmured as though she herself even understood how pointless it would be to fight me. The top of the handle was the top of the skull’s head, round and smooth. The front of it housed the ruby eyes and crags of the thing’s face. Probably better suited to insert into a pussy, but that was going to be where I put my cock again.

Her stretched open legs provided a perfect view of her asshole, and the juices of her orgasm dripped down there and made it wet. I placed the round head of the skull there and gently nudged it in.

I heard her whispering. I think it may have been a prayer.

I moved the skull by a hair’s width. She arched her back. Once again, her body began to tremble violently.

Another tiny bit, and now it was in up to its brow bone. Seeming to glare at me with its demonic red eyes.

Demanding to be shoved inside the darkness.

Izetta sighed.

“It doesn’t hurt?” I asked.

Her eyes were closed, and I doubted I’d ever get her to look at me again. But she answered. “It’s not as bad as I thought.”

“Great!” I said, full of good cheer.

I pushed the skull in until it disappeared inside her and the long wooden cane hung out of her like a tail.

Her shriek must have been heard from miles around.

But I knew it wasn’t. Because, although we were in front of a window, I knew that the proprietors of this wonderful place went to great lengths to protect their clients.

Including cleaning up the mess.

I pulled the skull back toward me and then pushed it back inside. A few rotations such as that and she was screaming and squirming on the table again. I leaped back onto the table between those deliciously spread legs and thrust into her once again.

This time, I pumped hard and slow. Syncing the rhythm of skull’s pull in and out. She clenched madly at my cock, and I could feel the glorious ridges of the skull through her personal barriers, rubbing against me and her both.

When I became enchanted by the feel of my cock sliding in and out of her, hitting her as deep as she had to offer, I stopped moving the cane and just let the skull rest inside her ass while I fucked her mercilessly.

I breathed heavily and grunted, desperately wishing for the build but not there yet.

Izetta had gone a little more still beneath me, which snapped my attention back to her. She was weak and trembling. I gave the cane a little tug, and she jolted. I reached between us and accessed her clit.

I re-situated myself to get on my knees, arching her back to keep myself in her. This only produced a soft groan of exhausted pain. Bent backward and stretched over my lap, I could see everything. The ornate wooden cane protruding from her. My thick cock in and out. And her throbbing clit, there for the taking. I rubbed a single finger on her clit, back and forth. Light and fast. Faster and faster. Thrusting. Little tugs of the cane. Though I already had her bent severely, she arched her back even more. Her body convulsed and her teeth clanged together. I rubbed still faster and finally I could feel my own release building, almost like a lump in the throat of someone who wanted to cry… Except in my cock…

I heard a wet squelching sound as thrust into her now and that was my undoing. I pulled out my cock and sent hot ribbons of cum painting her stomach, and the sudden removal of my cock triggered a massive spray of orgasmic fluids from her. That had never happened before.

Not with Izetta, anyway. It was, however, the second squirting orgasm I’d delivered in 48 hours.

I moved back and let her back fall flat against the table again. I slid off the table and stared at my work for a blissful second. Even though the cane remained lodged in her, she lay splayed still and spent. Dripping cum and sweat. Eyes closed, shallow breaths, with long gaps in between them.

I pulled the cane out and delighted at the sight of her pulsating asshole before tossing it away and bowing to look under the table. There was a crank there, which I began to turn. With an ominous clanking of gears and scraping metal, the table with Izetta locked to it rose up. Soon she was in a bizarre sort of standing position, but still entirely spread, and now with her weight hanging off her arms.

“It hurts,” she murmured. But it was a whisper, as if from a dream.

Next, I strolled behind the now upright table, grabbed it on either side, and turned it around, until she was displayed in the stained-glass window. Anybody who might me down at the street looking up could catch glimpses of shadows of her and me in the window. Shame there wouldn’t be anyone at this hour.

“Please, let me go,” she whispered.

I stood behind the table and produced my knife again from my jacket. Fisting my cock and stroking it, I clicked open the knife.

“I said I’d never let him hurt you again, my pet,” I whispered. The entire wooden table began to tremble.

I stroked my length and sighed.

Without stepping from behind the table, I reached around with the knife and dragged it across her throat, so deep that I felt her vocal cords sever.

The shaking of the table stopped instantly, and her body strained against her chains as she slumped without another sound outside of the quiet gush of her spurting blood.

I stepped around to see her, avoiding the spray of the blood. She looked glorious, eyes still open behind the haunting mask, head slumped to the side, and crimson red blood spraying down the front of her.

I reached forward and dragged a fingertip through the blood on her breast and then tasted it.

I grimaced. Oh, how I wish I could develop a taste for the stuff.