Story 3: The Severing
Chapter 15:
I slowly dropped my hand down to my naked crotch afraid of this evil, cold invasion.
A heavy, thick-linked chain passed through the lips of my sex, apparently embedded somehow to my flesh inside me. My eyes followed the train of links trailing out the door before me and on down into the darkness of the passageway. The chain was identical to the one that held Laysan captive.
I screamed again and grabbed the chain in an irrational attempt to somehow dislodge it, but there was no give in its attachment within me. I stood again and began to pull on the chain with greater urgency. As I did, I felt a lurching vibration radiate through the links of the chain. I heard the scrape of heavy metal on stone and the slack was taken from the chain. Stupidly, I attempted to resist the action of the chain, only to find myself yanked forward by my crotch causing me to tumble to my knees.
The pull of the chain was steadily gaining strength and my first attempt to stand again was cut short when I slipped on wet stones and collapsed to the floor. Suddenly, I found myself bouncing painfully across the slick surface of the stones, traveling feet first on my back down the passage of the dungeon.
I planted my feet as best as I could. On one particularly prominent lump in the floor I was pulled to my feet like a flailing water skier, unfortunately, my balance was off and I quickly tumbled over onto my chest. My body was quickly spun around until my feet led the way again. My stomach scraped along and I tried desperately to grab something with my hands.
Thankfully, the surface was slick enough to prevent my skin from being ripped away. Regardless, travel by crotch chain is particularly unpleasant.
Eventually, I was pulled into the light of a new room where a number of Doll Monsters stood waiting for my arrival. I tried to struggle against them, but they easily overpowered my small, tired body.
They lifted me into the air and pushed me into a tall, narrow vertical cage through which my tether had already been thread. They yanked on my arms, shoving my wrists into tight, narrow grooves high over my head. Below me, my feet were pulled down until my toes brushed the bottom of the cage and my ankles were pressed into slots waiting for them.
With a screaming wail, the backside of the cage was slammed shut. The diameter of the cage was so small that I could feel the bars press firmly all around me. My arms and legs were also well secured and I was stretched to such and extent that breathing was difficult. Most of my weight hung from my wrists.
My ears were deafened by ringing all around me and an occasional spark shot down from above grazing my naked flesh. The Doll Monsters danced around the cage pounding steel pins into slots dramatically sealing the cage closed apparently in order to emphasize the hopelessness of my position within. With each strike of a hammer, I felt the bars wedge more tightly against me. I had no illusion that this cage was not meant to be the kind which will be reopened.
For a moment I stood shaking in the dark, flickering light of the cave. I gasped breaths of air when I could, but it never seemed enough. I prayed that whatever fate awaited me would end my suffering quickly and painlessly.
My crotch chain resumed its pull. The cage was apparently set upon casters that began to squeak and lurch out the room and into another corridor. The vibration of the chain, accompanied by a regular, strong pulse transmitted through the links and into my structure, rattling the surrounding anatomy. Anger etched its way into my soul as I realized how disturbingly arousing the sensation was. I cursed myself and my weakness.
I must have been traveling up a small incline. The bars pressed heavily into my thighs and chest. Soon, though I saw the light of another room emerge from the gloom. I saw a black clad figure turning a capstan of sorts reeling me in. As the wheel turned, somehow links of my crotch chain were being broken off and sent clattering noisily across the floor. Each turn of the capstan shortened the length of my chain progressively.
As I rolled more closely, I realized that the operator was Machete Woman. Indeed, I saw her blade leaning against a column nearby. So, this is it. I shook and convulsed in fear in my cage. I knew death was near. How quickly would she skewer me upon her blade.
Suddenly, I realized that on the other side of the capstan wheel there was a cage identical to my own. At first I thought I was looking into a mirror until...
Laysan!