A TINY CREATURE

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

The tiny creature crept slowly through the dark tunnel.

She winced when her severely lacerated back brushed up against the upper brickwork if the filthy drain. It had been days since she had eaten or been given any water. Only the sperm from her torturers never ending oral rapes was in her stomach. After what seemed endless hours she reached the opening.

Scrambling out the hole only caused her to tumble down the slope into the great square tower’s moat. Fortunately a thunderstorm’s heavy downpour both covered her splash into the filthy water, and her desperate scramble into the underbrush of the woods surrounding the ancient castle. Glancing behind she caught the night light gleam of the city below the castle. It had once been the home of her family and her privileged lifestyle. Now the Inquisitions horrors had claimed it. It was as dead to her as her parents and older brothers. Only the attraction of torturing and raping her young body had saved her from the pyres that consumed them and all the rest of her kinsmen.

A week ago she had been enjoying the attention poured on her by the old couple she had chosen to be her “Parents”. Her father was a prominent moneylender, to whom many local notaries owed a very great deal of money. When they were very late in attempting any payment, or even refused to see my father, he sent his more socially acceptable son’s. The were able to discuss the loan, and when the Lord threatened that their father’s death’s would negate the loan, mistakenly revealed that the death of their family would not negate the loan to the European syndicate. No payment would mean no one would ever loan money to them again.

That night the lord’s soldiers broke down the heavy door of their house. Her “Father” died under their swords defending her mother. The rest of the family were dragged in their bedclothes through the streets and thrown into the Lord’s castle dungeon. The next morning the adults were dragged to the main torture chamber and put to the question. Since it did not matter whether they confessed to witchcraft. It was just a formality. She shivered in her tiny cell as their screams echoed through the dungeon.

Next day they lead her out of the cell and forced her head into a bucket of water. They held her head under until she should have loss consciousness. One torturer threw her backwards over his shoulder. He fingered her bare genitals as he carried the tiny form out to the castle courtyard, up some wooden stairs and onto a platform. She was unceremoniously dumped on to the planks for a brief respite.

Suddenly her wrist were encased in rope and dragged upwards. Her eye’s opened to reveal a courtyard full of townspeople. As she was pulled upward she saw her adopted mother and two brothers tied to stakes on top of huge piles of wood.

Through her agony, came a barked order, attracting her vision, blurred by tears, to a balcony over looking the courtyard. There the Great Lord sat with his advisors and one new figure in the dress of his churchmen.
“Begin”, came from the monk’s cowl. A soldier reached out to tear her shift from the tiny back suspended from the wooden frame in front of him. The smell of wood smoke reached her nostrils at the same time the first blow of the whip cracked across her back. The tortured wrecked havoc over the entire body. Stopping only to turn it around to a fresh portion, as the part nearest was covered. In between her screams she could see his aroused male member almost breaching his leather pants.

And a glimpse of the balcony showed both the Lord and the monk standing at the balcony, looking down on her agony.

When the flames had finished her family. She was finally left alone, still suspended by her wrists from the doorway shaped frame. Only the embers of the dying pyres lighted the courtyard. The moon had come and gone when a lone hooded figure came up the steps and stood in front of her pain-wracked body. He reached up and grasping her tear streaked chin in a viselike grip, pulling her face close to his.

“Little creature, I have convinced the great Lord, to give your body over to me for training. Two of my brothers are coming to take you to your new home. You will look upon this day as on of rest compared to what is to follow”
Some time later two brothers lowered her down, tied her wrists and ankles to a pole and carried her over their shoulders through the streets to a huge square tower in one corner of the city walls. Inside they descended a long spiral stair deep into the earth. Through a huge double set of iron bound doors she found herself in a two story high chamber packed with torture equipment. The center of the chamber was a ten-foot wide pit full of read hot coals, into which innumerable iron devices sprouted. An iron frame was suspended from roof chains to one side.
She was dumped at the feet of that figure again.

“Welcome to your new home, slave. Here your body will be used to both train and pleasure torturers who will then spread out to do good works”

“Let us introduce our selves”

They picked her up and carried her to an adult sized rack, swiftly securing her bleeding wrists and ankles. Four brothers stationed them selves at the horizontal capstans as the leader positioned him self between her out stretched legs. The click of the ratchet had just began as he lowered himself over her and lifting his robe exposed his fully erect member and thrust breaking her hymen. The racking slowly continued until she was stretched taunt between the rollers, and each of the twelve brothers had used her. They then released the tension and left her for the night. Except for the frequent visits for a second rape by just about every brother.

What followed over the next days was continuos torture on the rack, raped in turn by the twelve that lived in the great square tower at the corner of the Town’s walls. Respite was hanging by her wrists, while being whipped, or bent over with her head and wrists in stocks while weights were clipped to her nipples and the lips of her sex. In all positions, day or night she was available for rapes in all three orifices. After a few days even the hardest of them could see her emaciated form would need rest and feeding in order for them to continue with their enjoyment.
She heard the two brothers who were enjoyed just one more rape of her mouth and pussy, talking how tomorrow they would spread out across the countryside rounding up more very young female for their pleasure.
She was then dumped into one corner of torture chamber, unfettered as they surmised she was to weak to even move. When they had left, she crawled to a corner covered with straw that she had seen a rat come out of yesterday as she was being chained spread-eagled to the iron frame to be lowered over the coal bed.

He instructed the brothers on the fine art of branding and pincher use. Leaving only her head and pussy untouched. But did show her a huge read hot phallic that he promised to thrust into her when they found suitable replacements.

Under the straw she found a small round hole. With nothing to loose, she forced her body painfully through the opening. Inside the tunnel was larger and slowly rose upward to a light far above.
Revenge

She was starving, half tortured to death, naked in a cold downpour and in the middle of a country consumed with burning what they thought were her kind at the stake. Survival first and then revenge on all that had destroyed the ones she had come to love.

Pausing under the temporary shelter of a huge tree, she closed her eyes and concentrated. Her red raw whipped back, rack stretched ligaments and muscles, brand burned nipples hips and inner thigh’s, torn and bleeding vulva, all healed in a few minutes. A dark cloud formed around the tiny female form, and when it dissipated a huge ravenous black wolf was left.

This form will do until I reach my adopted kinsmen across the Alps. Then back to my true form to present myself to my supposed grandfather in his huge Genoa mansion. He could never keep his eyes of me when we visited last year and I am sure he will see great potential for his physical satisfaction in my being taken into his female less house.I know he will aid me in my task, whether he knowes it or not. Great whealth greases human wheels.

Sometimes, I suppose those cursed monks think they have conquered Satan by burning any that oppose them, or are of a different religion. I only wanted to see what it was like to be a religious young girl living in Spain.

Now they will see what a dark fallen one cursed to be a preteen female,when in Human form,for all eternity,can wreak havoc. I have had centuries of practice. One must do something to pass the time.I sometimes wonder what the one we followed in our rebellion is doing.We can never go home.