Schadenfreude (Jennifer)

[Freja Gudjondottir]

So Freja indeed led Jennifer to her "chambers". She wasn't hesitant at all to show Jennifer all of the wonderful secrets she kept in there since she knew there was no way in hell Jennifer would be leaving the place wanting to expose them all after Freja was done with her.

Freja pushed Jennifer into the room, "Make yourself at home,"she said with a smirk. But the chambers were no place to make a home. They were completely dark with candles lit everywhere to help Freja see. That was far from the worse part though.

The scariest thing about the room, were the weapons attached to the walls. Things to unscrew eye-balls and rip off nails. Spiked gadgets and large torturing devices. Right smack-dab in the middle of the room was a large slab of a table with chains to hold down people, and more chains attached to the wall to hold down those who would have to...wait for their turn.

There were rooms connected to this one. One which was connected to Freja's bedroom which was completely normal looking and she used to fool Anactoria and another which had no door. It was the bathroom and it was completely dark except for one candle, an old gray bathtub and a cracked mirror.

Freja locked the doors,"Lesson 1: Don't trust others too easily."

[jennifer]

Sometimes Jennifer considers herself too cautious. On the way through the last town she was always assuming that the peddlers were trying to swindle her. And she did tend to keep her hand on her coin purse. But she had no reason to suspect this woman. Why would a member of the royal family bear her ill will so soon? The contest is open to all, and the crown princess needs a bride to help her bear the weight of the crown.

But Jennifer cannot doubt what her eyes tell her. She hadn't known that people would be treated so by such a respected kingdom, but how else would there be need of such a place? This must be none other than the castle dungeon, and Jen now fears for her life. Were her captor anyone else, Jen would have grabbed whatever was handy and fought for her freedom. But a royal cousin! The slightest harm to that royal line would warrant not only Jen's death but also punishment to her family.

"What wrong hath I done to merit this...this display?" Jen finally says aloud, looking warily at Freja and watching for sudden moves. "I am not traitor nor criminal. Do all guests merit such courtesy?"

[Freja Gudjondottir]

Freja continued to keep her ever-loving smile on,but from the tap of her foot and how her eyes became pale it was obvious she was starting to become annoyed and a bit angry with Jennifer. She thought she would never see someone so foolish.

But hey,at least it made the job easy.

So with that Freja grabbed Jennifer by the neck and chained her to the wall, she gave Jennifer a light pat on the cheek and grinned, "You wait here,"she told the guest heading over to her separate bedroom for a while.

Soon Freja emerged in full black-leather dominatrix gear. Freja had always associated sex appeal with control, and from the look of her outfit Freja was on with a lot of control. Black knee-length boots, fish nets, a tight top with straps, and the long whip in hand was definitely a bit more then the cherry on top.

Freja walked over Jennifer,"You're stupidity interests me. It should be fun to teach you."

[jennifer]

You wait here, huh. How did that woman manage to capture Jen so swiftly and easily? Jen thought she was on guard. She sighs inwardly and swears to train harder if she ever escapes this mess. There are far too many questions. Was this whole contest a trap? To what end? If Freja intended to send Jen to her death, why hasn't that happened yet? Who else knows what's going on down here?

These questions fade away upon Freja's return. Jen of course has no knowledge of what Freja's new garments mean for torment, much less their connection to sex. In Jen's eyes it's the most ridiculous outfit imaginable, and despite her danger she would crack into laughter...if not for that whip. Even that is tame compared to the many other devices in the room. Jen hopes against hope that this..."teaching" is just to scare her and little else.

Jen is tempted to ask all sorts of questions sure to draw her captor's ire further, but guards her tongue and settles for a simple comment. "What stupidity do you mean?....your highness."

[Freja Gudjondottir]

Freja tilted her head to the side,"Please. Call me mistress."

The grip on her whip became tighter, she decided to handle this one a bit differently then all of the other suitors since this one didn't seem to "quite get it." Freja could tell Jennifer was simply a young girl trapped in a woman's body. She figured it was about time to teach Jen how adults like to play.

Freja walked up to Jennifer,studying her face, then her eyes rolled over to Jen's chest. Her middle area and they eventually landed on her legs,Freja then looked Jennifer in the eyes again. "Do you ever ask yourself...big questions,Jennifer?"

Freja reached up and her hands landed on the chains that were holding the naive girl in place,so their bodies were pressed very close together. "Do you ever ask yourself about war?God? Humanity?Life?"suddenly Freja's smile dropped as quick as lightning and her blue-eyes narrowed, "DO YOU EVER WONDER WHY SILLY COUSINS INSIST ON FINDING BRIDES!?"she screeched in agonizing anger and began shaking the chains.

[jennifer]

This is...a strange person. That's all Jen could think about as Freja looks Jen over, presses herself close, and starts asking questions about the unknowables of life. Nothing Freja does seems to make any sense. Does Freja mean to torment her? Kill her? Talk about religion with her? In a way it makes Jen more afraid than if she faced a cool-headed torturer with a clear, brutal goal. At least then Jen would know what to expect.

That last question throws Jen into terrible confusion while answering many questions at the same time. For some reason Freja wants to sabotage her cousin. To what lengths will she go? Is she willing to kill? Could she get away with it? There's still no way of knowing. All Jen can do for now is endure.

"A g-great many questions," Jen replies, her voice wobbly from the shaking Freja is giving her. "B-but not the last one, I fear." She immediately regrets saying that last phrase, though she's not sure why.

[Freja Gudjondottir]

Freja gave a leather-covered bitch slap to Jennifer, and growled. "YOU STUPID STUPID LITTLE GIRL! YOU DON'T GET IT DO YOU!?"Freja yelled and almost spat in Jennifer's face. Suddenly Freja's eyes widened,and she smiled as if she hadn't just blew up for no reason.

"Wait here~"Freja said in a tone covered with honey,as if Jennifer could actually just walk away and leave. She walked over to the wall, the same perkiness in her step that was there when she first met Jennifer and took out a large extremely sharp butcher knife.

"You see, I've been doing this for years. If I've been able to break everyone else,I can certainly do you."she reached out with knife suddenly and began to tear Jennifer's clothes off of the upper part of her body. "The problem is,how can you whip a clothed back?"

[jennifer]

Jen lets out a short cry at the unexpected slap. She's been slapped before, but not like that...and the glove seemed to add an extra sting. She feels one of her eyes tearing up, and tries to blink it away. At least there's still hope...if Freja is opposed to her cousin, then Jen might still be able to compete for the hand of the princess! Jen just needs to get out of this alive...

Speaking of which, Jen's eyes widen when she sees the knife. Surely this is the end! Jen might try to kick the knife out of the way, but that would only delay things a little. Ah, dear father, mother, forgive me! I failed before I could even start...

Jen's prayers are cut short alongside her clothes. She doesn't dare answer Freja's question, but only stays still in silent gratitude. After all, Jen began her journey ready to face intense pain, though perhaps not of this kind. Her best chance, as she sees is to bear through it and hope that Freja becomes bored. Above all she needs her life and limbs intact. All else is fleeting, even though it will seem like it lasts forever!

[Freja Gudjondottir]

Freja grinned as Jennifer break down. Good,maybe now the stupid girl would understand. "Poor baby..."Freja said faking sympathy. There was a time where Freja had been in a place much similar to Jen's,there was a time where Freja was actually allot like Jen, but those times were gone.

Maybe if things were a bit different Freja might've even ended up like Jennifer,but sadly they weren't. She leaned in and stuck her tongue out,licking a tear that had swelled up under Jennifer's eye. Pain tasted good.

Freja bent over and began to use the knife to tear up the clothes on the lower half of Jennifer's body, working slow but effectively as she hummed along as if it were any other daily activity used to sooth the soul.

[jennifer]

Jennifer's eyes were closed when Freja licked her. Oh ye gods. That slimy THING on her face! Jen might thought Freja might have pulled out some exotic living horror, and in a way she was right. Jen shivers in disgust! She opens her eyes and pieces together what happened, but this doesn't make her feel any better.

Even though the tearing of Jen's lower clothes leaves Jen open to the whip anywhere on her body, Jen still prefers the knife to the tongue. She can't explain it, but the lick was something personal that might as well have been another slap to the face. But even so...My sword arm. I can't let her hurt my sword arm. It would be as death. ...Jen's thoughts turn practical again. And she stands mute, hoping that it will serve her better than speaking did.

[Freja Gudjondottir]

Freja giggled happily as all of Jennifer's clothes came undone after she was through cutting. All that was left on Jen was the poor girl's undergarments. "Well,my,my. Don't you look nice,"Freja said taking a step back and looking up and down to admire her work.

Freja headed over to the wall and placed the knife back up, she eagerly reached for a dog-collar and chain attached. If there was one thing Freja knew about it was the fact that in order to make people break you'd have to humiliate them.

And this girl seemed to have a lot of humiliation.

Freja stepped back up to Jennifer, looking into her eyes as she placed the doggy collar on her and attached it to the chain. "Lesson 3:Learning to be a good girl,"Freja said, and began undoing the chains attached to Jennifer's body with her free arm.

Then as quick as the chains came undone Freja immediately used the chains to pull Jennifer to the ground,she bent over and whispered in the suitor's ear,"And good girls bark don't they?"her smile turned into a wide grin,"So..bark for me,Jennifer."

[jennifer]

During the change of chains, Jen constantly looks for a way to escape. Alas, there is no point at which Jen is not bound; Freja is expert in her methods. But what she got was not what she expected. Jen expected whips or punches or other such beatings. And...lesson 3? Did Freja skip past lesson 2?

There is little time for such musings. When Jen is pulled down she expects the worst, but instead...she's asked to bark? It makes no sense at all, like what an 8 year old would try to get a schoolmate to do. Jen could fight, learn, and compete for the princess whether she barked or not...and if Freja went around telling people Jen had barked, once again like a schoolchild looking to spread rumors, would it really matter?

Even so, Jen is more inclined to bite than bark. With a look more of confusion than anything else, Jen imitates her neighbor's pet back in Artol, the way she used to joke when she was younger. It starts as a growl low in her throat, and Jen lets out a few barks in a not-bad effort at all. Jen can only hope that the rest of her treatment is of this measure, rather than something that could cripple her for good.

[Freja Gudjondottir]

Freja looked down at Jennifer, her eyes narrowing. Jennifer indeed barked like Freja had commanded...but there was something a bit off. Freja could tell from the look in Jennifer's eyes that she didn't seem to quit get what Freja was going for.

Freja nonetheless bent down and looked Jennifer in the eyes,"Well since you were a good girl,I suppose you deserve a treat...dogs like to eat things don't they?"Freja said,"Now what's something delicious you could taste?"

She grinned suddenly,"Oh!I know!"she suddenly leaned and forced a kiss on Jennifer,naturally these weren't the soft kind of kisses the dominatrix dreamed of implanting on Anactoria but it was a rather forceful and brute one.

[jennifer]

Urgh. Jen tries not to cough as Freja forces a kiss on Jen. But the first lick on her face clued Jen in on this sort of thing, and even though it's a more intimate violation Jen soldiers on through it. She still doesn't understand what Freja is really doing or why, which is on one hand terrifying but on the other hand a strange relief.

Nonetheless, the kiss is not fun. Jen doesn't know if she can get bruised from a kiss, but it feels like she'll get the answer soon enough. What's worse is not knowing whether trying to pull away would help any or whether it would goad Freja to try harder. But...it won't kill her, and it won't cripple her. Jen just tries to keep breathing properly. Not easy, but she can handle that, at least.

[Freja Gudjondottir]

Freja pulled her mouth away from Jennifer's,she tilted her head back in the air and began to laugh. It wasn't necessarily as satisfactory as she had wanted it to be but it was good enough. "Ahahahaha!"she cackled as if she had actually done something.

Freja looked back down at Jennifer and pulled the chain over to the slab of table with the ties attached to hold down people's limbs to keep them from moving. She forced Jennifer to lie on her stomach on the table and tied the end of the chain to the table's legs.

Freja began to tie the ties around Jennifer's arms and legs to hold her down. She made them slightly loose since it was all that more fun to watch people squirm. Freja reached for her whip and spread her legs, standing behind Jennifer. She then cracked the whip against the ground.

"You might want to close your eyes...this will sting a bit..."

Freja's warning wasn't really all that useful, and this became painfully obvious as she lifted the whip up and slashed it across Jennifer's back. She noticed a large crack in skin appearing on Jennifer's back. Freja saw it as a simple thing,as if the crack were simply a small smack on the back of a hand of a misbehaving child. So with more force this time she brought down another lash. Freja had forgotten what it was like to feel pain,only how to give it.

Freja stopped from giving a third lash and suddenly dropped the whip on the ground,her breathing was heavy and little beads of sweat formed on her forehead. She walked over to Jennifer and lightly kissed her on her lips this time. Freja's eyes became small and returned to their small baby-blues.

"I've forgotten."she whispered the two simple words like a little girl telling her parents a secret.