Servitor – Page 3 – Contemplating the divine

There is no hunting like the hunting of man

More scenes from that wholesome and traditional countryside activity: The Hunt.

Now is (once again) the month of Maying!

Fa-la-la-l a –l a -la-lah. Just a quick one, with the divine Miss Taylor-Joy (be still my beaten heart!), to celebrate the turning of the seasons.

Again a post in which I have selected out those captioned images that seem to me to go a leetle too far into whimsy; which I’ll clumsily attempt to justify by sugesting they are in the style – although nothing resembling the same class – as Gary Larson’s brilliant Far Side.

Whip smart

Just to cite one possibility, at random, among so many.

The Honourable Dogbreath-Twattington takes his role very seriously and never reaches a decision without careful thought about the possible consequences of getting it wrong.

Some prefer candles and soft music but they’ve discovered through much experimentation that this is what works for them.

He’ll thank her for it eventually, you’ll see.

Oh, I hate playing the ‘guess what I stepped in’ game. Surprisingly enough, for instance, beetles and slugs taste very similar, despite actually coming from entirely separate phylla of the animal kingdom.

Oooh kerosene play! Quite edgy if you currently have quite a lot of body hair, I understand.

Women’s men

It took a while for me to get used to our D/S dynamic in restaurants. I used to get embarassed at being so publicly submissive – even over what are actually practical and necessary things like, for example, my SO requesting that my food be given a quick whizz in the liquidiser so it can more easily pass through my feeding funnel. But you soon realise that the waitresses just don’t care: they’ve got jobs to do, after all.

I can do some quite spectacular things with it. Just not while having sex. Or at least, spectacular things have occasionally been done to it, by mischievous and highly creative people.

She has a keenly attuned sense of what your needs really are.

She’s got a little whip on which each of the thongs is studded with diamonds cut into sharp little points. Some might think that’s overdoing it, but she thinks it and the marks that it leaves are pretty and as long as she likes it, really who is to question her taste? Not me, certainly.

Form an orderly queue by the stage door…. Hey! I said an *orderly* queue! Look, if you can’t even follow simple instructions, she’s hardly likely to …

Serena and Alice vignettes

As long-term ‘readers’ will know, I’ve written quite a few stories about Serena and Alice. These are among the most violent and twisted stories I’ve ever managed, featuring almost non-stop torture, murder and the non-consensual breaking of the laws of physics. If you don’t like that sort of thing, then ~~you’re a sick weirdo,~~ don’t read them. That said, the castrating and branding and suffocating and boiling alive and murdering and crushing and drowning and drilling and electrocuting and all the rest of it is really just the background for what is always – at heart – a simple love story.

Cast of characters:

Serena: a sadistic, murdering mad scientist genius. Serena is in love with:
Alice: a sweet little blonde nymphomaniac, who loves animals and environmental causes, as well as sadism and murder. Alice is not a genius but she loves Serena and also enjoys torturing and killing:
various males: not worth introducing in detail as they never last long.

So anyway, here are some Serena and Alice vignettes – little things not much more than a caption. The first two are a bit Easter-themed, which is what reminded me to post this.

Bunny girl

“So, knowing how much you dislike cruelty to animals, I thought you’d like to be the first person to see my display of top executives from the cosmetics industry!” Serena concluded triumphantly.

Alice gazed through the glass at the row of heads held tightly in medical-looking braces, with wide staring eyes gazing back at her in panic. Above each eyeball was the tip of a glass pipette, each apparently filled with a different liquid. “How do you keep their eyes open like that?” she asked, wonderingly.

“If you look closely, you’ll see the eyelids are held back with little wire hooks” Selena replied, happily. “Now come on – press the button to start the chemicals.”

And she indicated a large red button, to which Alice uncertainly extended the manicured tip of her finger.

“Nasty men… hurting all those poor little bunnies” she murmured, and pursed her lips in disapproval as she pressed.

Easter eggs

“I mean, it’s almost as if we’ve forgotten the true spirit of Easter”, Serena complained. “It’s all just chocolate eggs these days! So I wanted to try to bring back some of the solemnity and deeper meaning of the occasion.”

Alice nodded, gazing down at the terrified naked man strapped tightly to the hard wooden cross in front of them. “So can we start, then?” she asked, hefting her hammer as if to try out the weight.

Serena handed her a nail.

Medical play

“Actually, when I was young, I wanted to be a nurse” Alice said. “I had the outfit and a kit and everything.”

Serena nodded. The thought of her young blonde friend in a tight white nursing uniform was a very pleasing one.

“I got into a bit of trouble once, actually” Alice went on. “I bound up a boy’s broken arm, and all the grown-ups were upset because they said I should have called them straight away. It did set a bit crooked when it finally got better – they were so cross.”

“Did they stop you playing nurse after that, then?”, Serena asked.

“No, not just then.” Alice replied. “But a few months later I broke it again to see if I could get it a bit straighter, and that’s when they took the kit away from me.”

“Grown-ups can be such killjoys” Serena agreed. “Umm… if I were to fix up some kind of medical theatre and got a few patients for you to play with, do you think you might…”

Her voice trailed off, as she found herself feeling oddly shy.

“Dress up as a nurse for you?” Alice asked, arching an eyebrow. “That’s a bit kinky.”

She grinned at the sight of her friend blushing.

“Oh, you sweet, dear thing – of course I would! Now, do you think we could get some of those medical saws, and do amputations? Oh, and a little electric circular one for drilling into a head – I’ve always wanted to try that!”

“Whatever you like” smiled Serena, hugging her friend and thinking – not for the first time – how lucky she was to have such an angel as her girlfriend.

Obviously this is a picture of Margot Robbie (actually two Margot Robbies but you can only see the second one’s hands), not Serena or Alice. But the medical procedure they are attempting is one our two medical heroines pioneered, so I thought I’d include the picture.

My Little Pony

“So what was the kinkiest thing you did as a teenager?” Alice asked Serena, as the two lovers lay naked and exhausted together on the bed.

Serena thought a moment. “Oh – pony play, I suppose. There was a boy who asked for that, and I thought why not?”

Alice giggled. “I expect you gave him a few more with the crop than he’d bargained for!”

Serena pursed her lips and frowned slightly. “Oh – I only gave him a few strokes, really. Just so he’d know what he’d be in for if he ever complained to anyone about being gelded.”

A stitch in time

“You’re awfully good that that” Serena said, admiringly.

“Oh, I don’t know.” Alice replied, working efficiently away with her needle. “It’s functional enough, but it’s not supposed to be artistic – it’s surgical stitching, not embroidery.”

“Are you going to stitch his other arm to his side, when you’ve finished that one?” Serena asked, trying to keep her mind on the task in front of her and not on the sight of her young blonde friend so delightfully filling out a nurse’s uniform.

“Hmm… I dunno. Maybe. It’s just practice really: you’re not supposed to sew all over the place, like this. But I’d already done his nasty boy bits into a neatly sewn-up package, so I thought I’d attach his arm permanently to his body, that’s all. Oh – and I sewed his mouth up to stop him talking.”

“That’s a neat job too” said Serena, leaning over to inspect the surgical thread holding the patient’s lips together. She stroked the stitching gently, enjoying the muffled shrieks of pain and terror. “Maybe you could do his eyes, next?”

“Yeah, I suppose so.” Alice replied. “But it would be nice to work on stitching some actual wounds together, like a proper nurse.”

“Well that’s no problem! Where would you like him wounded first?”

Also not Alice, although I believe this image is similar to how she looks in her uniform. I tried checking with some of boys who had acted as patients for her, but I couldn’t find any that survived.

Brainiac

“Eugh – is that a human brain?” Alica asked with horrified fascination, as she peered into the glass tank.

Serena nodded.

“Near as males can get to one anyway. It belongs to that ginger lad you brought in a few months ago – I hope you weren’t too attached to him?”

“No, no…” Alice replied, distractedly. She paused. “Although he did have a lovely cock. I don’t suppose you might have kept…?” Her voice tailed off as she saw her friend slowly shake her head.

“No, there’s nothing left but this. I have this mildly acidic solution that dissolves away everything except nerve tissue. It takes a few weeks but believe me, his lovely cock will have been eaten away with the rest of him. Slowly and extraordinarily painfully.”

“Ah well” Alice replied. “I suppose there are plenty of others.”

She tapped on the glass.

“So now he’s just a brain?”

“Not quite” smiled Serena. She reached out and clasped Alice’s fingers in hers. “See all those little filaments in the water? Those are nerves.”

“Oh right. So he’s still got his whole nervous system?”

“No, just the pain receptors. Several thousand of them, providing the only input to his consciousness.So what you see here is a boy reduced to his most important essential characteristic: the ability to feel pain. He can literally do nothing else. ”

“Ooh” giggled Alice. “So how do we – ?”

Serena pressed a button. A light blue glow suffused the water.

“Like that” she said. “Right now, all his pain receptors are firing at maximum. From having experienced nothing but black, deadly stillness and silence for days, he’s now experiencing a total pain overload – a universe of agony.”

“Gosh” said Alice and she gazed intently at the brain, floating in front of her, lit gently by the blue glow. As she moved in position, the little filaments briefly caught the light and sparkled, like a spider web.

“That’s um…”

“Well, I mean, it’s…”

She paused.

“Actually… it’s a bit boring, to be honest.”

Serena sighed.

“I know. It’s disappointing, isn’t it? I mean, it’s lovely to think of him screaming silently in unimaginable agony in there, but it’s not a very impressive spectacle.”

She brightened up.

“Oh – but I have something in the next room I think you’ll like better.”

“I can think of several things we’d both like better” smiled Alice happily, squeezing her friend’s hand as she was led off.

“Oh!” she said, struck by a sudden thought. “Did you switch the pain off, on the brain thing? Wouldn’t want to waste electricity, what with the climate crisis and all.”

Serena frowned. “I can’t remember.” she replied. “But don’t worry about it – really, it takes almost no electricity to stimulate a pain receptor. That electric field you saw making the tank glow uses less power than a low energy lightbulb.”

“Oh, OK then” Alice replied. “As long as it’s as little as that, it doesn’t matter at all, does it? Now: what was the other thing you wanted to show me?”

…and finally, although this blog does not feature identifiable images of Serena and Alice, respecting as I do the ladies’ privacy (and their capacity to inflict terrifying levels of violence and pain on those who annoy them), I am finally responding to the numerous requests for a picture of our two heroines, naked in bed together, below. Enjoy – but not too much, if you know what’s good for you.

More Serena and Alice here (and use the links within those to earlier ones as they’re not all categorised properly). I’m sorry if the justification in these stories seems a bit odd. I don’t mean the justification for all the torture and murder – that’s inherent in the character development – I mean the typesetting. These are old so they were imported using a tool from the old Blogger blog and the line justification is a mess.

Incidentally, as I may have mentioned before, some years after starting this series, by remarkable coincidence (unless it’s that synchronicity thing the Police sang about), my two consecutive ‘serious, long-term’ dommes were the magnificent Serena and the delightful Alice. They were even statuesque brunette and petite blonde, respectively. Just goes to show, eh? Unless it doesn’t, I suppose.