LORI’S TALE: THE FINAL CHAPTER

BY BIGIRISH

Please note—This is a work of fiction, a fantasy. The writer does not now, nor has he ever, advocated acting out on such fantasies, nor does he advocate the abuse of children.

Lori wept.

She didn't know how long she had been kept in that room, or even how long she had laid there drifting in and out of consciousness. Her daddy had forced on her tortures and torments that Lori had never thought possible. Her young mind reeled at the memory of them.

Now Lori was enduring what she thought had to be the worst torture yet: waiting. She was hot and sweaty, blind and deaf in a clear rubber hood as she labored to breathe through two small holes, her nose almost squashed flat against her face. She was still tied tightly, spread face up on the rough mattress with harsh cords stretching her limbs until she thought they were going to tear from their sockets. Her mouth was still wrenched open by an awful tasting inflatable latex gag and she could feel every mark that the leather flogger had left on her body.

The pain had gone well past the point of coping. Lori wished that her daddy was in the room right then, that she could talk to him because she was ready to say anything, to do anything, to make the pain stop.

As if fulfilling her wish, Lori felt rough hands on her body. She screamed and even though she was too exhausted to move, still she wanted to get away from those hands, her daddies hands. Yet she laid still. There was something different, gentle about the touch. She felt a soothing, cooling sensation on her body as balm was applied to her wounds.

Lori groaned as her hands and legs were untied from the bed and she was rolled over onto her stomach. Her shoulders and hips protested, but her arms and legs were numb and she dreaded the ache that would return as her limbs woke from their slumber.

The balm was applied to her backside from shoulder to calf. Lori no longer felt the pain from the whipping that she had endured. Cold steel cut the cords away from her wrists and ankles. Strong arms held her close for what seemed like an eternity as she convulsed and writhed as feeling returned to her arms and legs.

Finally cold air slapped her face as the hood was cut from her head. She almost shouted with joy when the gag was deflated and removed, though she could still taste the latex. She kept her eyes closed as she automatically swallowed two pills that were placed on her tongue near the back of her mouth. She drank deeply of the cool water that was poured into her mouth quickly but slowly enough that she did not choke.

Lori wanted to sleep but she had to see her daddies face, to ask him why he had done those things to her. It took some effort but she forced her eyes to open. Everything was blurry at first, but soon came into focus. She saw that her daddy was beaming and smiling.

"So, honey," he began with a voice that screamed how proud her was of her. "What do you think about Daddy's job?"

Lori was taken aback by her father’s question. She thought for a long moment before she remembered what day it was. She laid her hand against his cheek in a gesture that asked him to wait for her reply. It took her another long moment to get her punished jaw and raw throat to work together again before she said in a raspy voice, “Cool Daddy. Can I come again next year?