CHAPTER TEN
After she was released from the metal triangle, Becca's hands were at first
tempted to go to her thighs in an effort to relieve the intense burning pain
from the welts left by the switch, but she resisted for she surmised that James
would be happy to impose more punishment for such an action. With a tremendous
effort of will, Becca managed to control her next urge to drop to the floor and
prostrate herself before James and beg for mercy. Instead, with her heart
thumping and hot wet tears dribbling down her cheeks, she again adopted a
kneeling position before James, her throbbing hands clasped behind her neck.
James was speaking and Becca was barely certain of what he was saying. All she
knew was that she had six blows to receive. But her mind caught up quickly. ~
Is it an offer or a tease to be bound? Twelve . . . I cannot bear twelve! ~
She remained in turmoil for a moment, quivering from the pain that spread
through her. Finally she sat up on her knees, about to request to be bound for
fear she would not remain in place for an additional six strokes.
James stood looking at Becca as she remained kneeling before his imposing
figure, her naked body shaking and quivering as she attempted to control the
pain of that last cut, her eyes watering with her warm tears. He was waiting
for Becca's answer to his question as to whether she would be able to take more
cuts to her bottom without restraint. However, on seeing the naked woman adopt
her abject position, James suddenly changed his mind.
"On reflection, I have decided that I am in need of some relief before we
continue with the matter." James gestured to his quivering length of manhood
sticking out from his lower belly. "Get those sweet lips of yours around your
ultimate Master, and show how much you desire to please me. In addition, I
desire to feel the hot glow from those weals upon your hands, so I want you hold
the back of my thighs as you offer your obeisance."
Becca was cringing as she knelt before James, her palms scorched by the cruel
cuts of the cane, her inner thighs quivering with agony and torment. Things were
not going quite as she had imagined. In her fantasies she had been perfect and
never required punishment of any kind. Now she was on her third, and still had
to finish her first.
Becca sniffled as she looked up to her Master as he spoke again. It would mean
rest to service him and it was not a choice she was being given. Gratefully,
Becca crawled forward on her knees. "Thank you Master, your slave wishes only
to please you." She murmured and bent low to kiss his feet quickly to show her
gratitude further.
Straightening again, Becca gingerly wrapped her hands around to hold his thighs,
wincing for the added aggravation to her welts. Without needing to be told a
second time she took the head of his cock between her lips and pulled him into
her warm mouth.
The burning imprints of the cane served as a reminder to prevent her from
hesitating in any form. Becca sucked deeply as she took as much of his length
into her mouth as she was able. Her tongue worked over the underside, rubbing
slightly as she endeavoured to satisfy him. Her aching hands pressed tightly to
the backs of his thighs reflexively twitched and pulled soft noises from her
throat showing the continuing ache of her wounds.
As before, Becca peeked to the side and into the mirrored closet door to one
side. She could see herself easily and it returned the same erotic feeling to
her mind. The difference this time was the marks upon her backside. Four red
lines, not pink, but vividly red. She closed her eyes to the powerful image and
continued the strong suckling of his member.
James gazed down on Becca's nakedness as she grovelled and kissed his feet and
he took in the sight of the four weals that crossed her buttocks.
~ Soon that backside will be decorated with more lines of torment, but how many?
Would she go for the extra twelve cuts, with the security that she would be
restrained and thus prevent any adverse physical actions? Well, I'll wait and
see. ~
Feeling Becca's sore and tender palms pressing against the backs of his thighs,
James revelled in the subjugation of the woman. He sighed as the tip of his
member was taken between Becca's soft sweet lips, and his contentment grew on
feeling the rest of his cock enter the moist warm confines of her mouth. His
hands rested lightly on Becca's head, his fingers gently running through her
chestnut brown hair and down to her shoulders, whilst he could feel the warmth
of her breath on his belly as her bobbing head engulfed his length.
Becca felt differently than she had before her punishment had begun. She had
been eager from the beginning, but it was as if the imprint of the whalebone in
her flesh doubled that feeling. The pain was bright, like nothing she had ever
felt before but as she worked to bring her Master pleasures she savoured her
first lesson and felt her own sort of pleasure. The gentle touch to her hair
helped her to calm further and she began to truly enjoy the feeling of his
member in her mouth.
"Whilst you are engaged upon this pleasant task, think carefully of your next
decision, woman." James spoke in a soft tone, but one full of menace. "Will you
be able to cope with a further six strokes, unrestrained?"
She wanted to be able to take the strokes without restraint but Becca knew
better what was before her still. The intense agony that would be doled out
would leave her crumpled and only incur further punishment for not holding
position. She had no endurance for pain and now feared it greatly. Becca knew
her choice and was grateful for being allowed the chance to request being bound.
As he enjoyed the continuing ministrations of Becca's tongue and sucking lips,
James could feel the desire to spurt his essence into the throat of the naked
and abject Becca who knelt before him. Taking a firmer grip on her hair,
twisting the shoulder length tresses in his fingers, he began to force the pace
of Becca's actions. James felt the head of his member touch the back of Becca's
throat and his churning loins began to push his milky white cum up to the tip of
his raging cock.
With a cry of undisguised pleasure, James erupted and gouts of his jism coated
Becca's mouth and throat as his cock throbbed and quivered.
Becca knew that this time her Master would enjoy her to completion. The sudden
grip on her hair was an indicator of that. It was as if she was more aware than
ever of the different sensations. She felt his staff grow more rigid as James
increased her pace with his hold and gagged slightly as the head brushed the
back of her throat. Her sore hands held his thighs more tightly as she fought
to maintain her composure and focus solely on pleasing him.
Then it began. The flood came with his yell. Now Becca's focus was narrowed to
concentrate on the hot fluid that filled her mouth and coated her throat. It
was difficult to swallow, as he still filled her mouth but somehow Becca managed
it, to a certain extent. Eventually, James felt his excitement subside and he
allowed his wilting member to drop from the lips of the kneeling figure of
Becca. As his cock slid wetly from her lips, she groaned softly, swallowing
again the sticky fluid as James wiped himself against her face. She looked up
to her Master, her lips forming a smile displaying her contentment at bringing
James such oral pleasure, as she raised the back of her hand to wipe at her
cheek and nose.
James had keenly watched the kneeling woman as she coped with his essence when
it erupted into the warm confines of her willing mouth. He saw the slick
streams that traced their way across her face, and took in the gesture as her
hand wiped the sticky fluid from her cheek.
"Lick it up, woman." James ordered. "You will never waste any of my cum, but
consume it with relish and appreciation."
Becca was still dealing with the texture and flavour of what had filled her
mouth as this new order came out. "Yes Master." Becca continued to look up at
James until the back of her hand was before her lips. Then as ordered, she
licked over the back of her trembling hand so as not to miss any of his seed.
As Becca eagerly licked the jism from her hand, James then stepped back and
addressed the kneeling figure. "Have you decided on the question posed to you
earlier? I await your answer with anticipation of more enjoyment to come."
"Yes Master. Your slave has decided." She said softly. "She wishes to be
restrained Master. Your slave fears she will disappoint you if she tries to
hold position and fails." Becca remained on her knees looking up into James's
eyes hopefully. Her own still puffed from crying. Slowly she leaned forward
and rests her head to his knee. "It hurts too much to do it on my own." She
whispered, her voice barely audible but still pleading.
Hearing Becca's words of pleading, James allowed a smile to cross his saturnine
features. ~ So the woman has realised what tremendous self-control is necessary
before she can become the slave that she wishes to be. ~
Instructing Becca to stand, James "Come, then let us not delay in completing
your request."
James led the naked Becca across the hard floor of the basement until she stood
before a metal framework similar to the parallel bars used by gymnast. However,
the vertical supports of this unit were height adjustable by use of a system of
hydraulics below the floor, and the horizontal bars were fitted with hooks set
in the metal every six inches along the length.
Using a remote control unit, James altered the height of the parallel bars so
that the front one was level with the front of Becca's upper thighs, whilst the
rear set remained at the height of Becca's shoulders.
"Get yourself across that," James instructed Becca and he pushed her against the
cold unyielding strength of the front bar. "Lean forward and under the back
one, so that your shoulders are pressed against the pole." James continued.
"Now reach out sideways with your arms and take hold of the bar." Whilst
waiting for Becca to comply, James made ready to fix the clip rings on Becca's
bracelets to the hooks on the bar.
Fluttering had begun deep in Becca's stomach at the idea of being bound. She
was both frightened and excited to be restrained for the first time. The
concept had always fascinated her. Still, Becca was painfully aware of the
reason she was being cuffed. Her punishment was not finished, at least now she
would have no place to move when the pain became too great.
The contraption was odd, something Becca had never seem before, in this sense.
She looked at it warily until she was pushed forward and into the lower bar. It
dug in, cold and unbending. Becca whimpered softly as goose bumps rippled over
her flesh.
She did exactly as told and precariously leaned over the bar. It dug in more to
her upper thighs with her body pulling forward to get under the second bar. She
reached her arms straight out from her sides and completed the positioning by
grasping the bar. She did not squeeze her hands closed but held herself
lightly. The cold metal soothed the burning welts and surrounding flesh of each
palm but she whimpered still for the pressure, as light as it was.
Unconsciously, Becca was on her toes as she held the position. Her striped
buttocks jutting out behind her inviting the stroke of the cane, once her Master
had secured her. Her legs were slightly apart and left her sex visible as well
as the tiny rosebud of her anus. The labia glistened with moisture that Becca
was totally unaware of. Her hanging breasts jiggled slightly as she took long
steadying breaths while she waited, the same mixture of fear and excitement now
raging in her. Already she felt she could deal with anything if she were held
in place for it.
~ That is not the way I should think . . . I need to work at keeping myself in
position and not relying on bondage. But it does give a delicious sort of
distraction to the pain. ~ Becca was barely aware that she had in fact calmed
considerably once she was in position.
As James watched Becca obey his command, he appreciated how the strict posture
of the bars thrust Becca's breasts into prominence as if begging to be caressed,
by hand or maybe by whip or cane. ~ That pleasure waits in the future. ~
Fastening the clip rings on her bracelets to the hooks on the rear bar, James
ensured that Becca's arms were fully extended and pressed against the ice-cold
surface of the metal tubing.
Becca found that within seconds she was secured and absolutely unable to free
herself. A shiver ran through her body, partly from the contact with the metal
bar and partly from the intense feeling of helplessness she now experienced.
Becca relaxed as much as she could in her bonds and closed her eyes.
Taking up the whalebone switch, James lightly tapped the vicious tip of the rod
against the upper inner surface of Becca's thighs, indicating that she should
move her legs slightly apart. As he did this, the cane came into contact with
the bright red welts already decorating her soft flesh, producing a slight cry
of torment to escape Becca's lips. James then noticed Becca's glistening labial
lips and traced the tip of the whalebone switch along the ultra sensitive lips.
~ My word, she really is excited at the beating she has just received and she
appears to be eagerly awaiting the continuation of her pain. ~
Becca had flinched quite visibly startled at the touch of the cane that tapped
at her inner thighs, uttering a short yelp that was repeated as she felt the
light touch to her sensitive labia. She did however understand the implication
of the touch and spread her legs further.
James observed how Becca's thrusting breasts became still as she fought to
control her breathing and she was successful in her efforts. ~ We'll see how
long you can maintain your will over the pain, my dear as the cane cuts more
strokes of agony across your martyred flesh ~.
After a short pause, James sawed the length of torment gently across the upper
slopes of Becca's bottom cheeks, and he anticipated again the pleasure of laying
twelve hard stripes across the flesh that was already well marked from the
previous lashes of the cane.
"I will refrain from securing your ankles, as I wish to see your reaction as the
cane slices into those rounded buttocks again." James informed the tethered
woman.
Raising the switch to shoulder height, James brought it swishing down to cut
deep into the full curve of the prominently displayed bottom flesh, already
badly marked from the previous stripes. Across Becca's quivering cheeks a wicked
twin tracked weal had now been raised, it was slowly turning from red to a dark
purple. He lifted the supple rod again, paused, and then whipped it down across
her soft bottom, letting it bite in, just below that first cruel stroke.
Again, James tapped the whalebone rod gently against Becca's quivering cheeks,
watching the well-marked flesh wobble slightly each time at its contact. Then
the tapping stopped as the cane left her bottom and the cane came whistling
down, ending with a loud crack, her flesh rippling from its point of impact as
it sliced into her plump round cheeks. James watched as another band of pain
blazed across her bottom.
"Let me hear your appreciation for the time that I am spending in the training
of such a wayward young woman." James demanded.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Becca whimpered as the rod rubbed against her and made some sort of
acknowledgement to what James said. A breath later and her backside erupted
with fresh pain. Becca's entire body tensed forward against the bar at her
thighs as she bobbed slightly up and down on her toes. Her voice rang out,
shrill and tortured.
The second strike shocked her for its speed and pulled more screaming from her
throat. She writhed in agony, twisting her hips from side to side as the cane
tapped it's warning to her injured flesh. Becca bit her lip to keep from
begging for him to go slower. Her head came up as far as the bar would allow
then dropped as she hung as far as her restraints would allow. Her toes curled
as she fought to keep still.
Another flash of agony ripped into her skin and deeper through the muscle
beneath. Becca cried out again as her body jolted. Her back arched as she
reflexively strained against the immovable bars that kept her in place for her
punishment. Her feet shifted, lifting slightly as if she were trying to stamp
out the pain.
"Yes Master!" She almost shrieked before gaining control of her voice again.
"Your slave thanks you for your patience and understands the time you are giving
her. She wishes only to learn under your guidance . . . to take whatever
training you see fit for her! She will obey always!" The words flowed fast,
without thought, punctuated by deep gasping breaths as Becca continued to almost
hump against the bar. Her face was wet with fresh tears. She bit her lip again
as she shifted from foot to foot, somehow holding in the pleas for mercy.
Hearing Becca's agonised cries and watching her breasts thrust out as her back
arched under the tension of her bondage, James considered the naked woman's
entreaties for guidance
Becca's squeals resounded about the room and James observed her pain with
evident pleasure, massaging his thick cock as he did so. Watching and relishing
her pain, her feet moving back and forth, side to side as she performed her
dance of pain to the accompaniment of her own pitiful cries and sobs.
~ How he enjoyed the sight of her naked body displayed before him, her plump
breasts bouncing, her sweet body twisting so erotically as she shuddered in her
agony.
James then repositioned the cane against Becca's aching bottom, ready for the
next descent of a stinging stroke to land across her defenceless cheeks. The
cane slashed down across Becca's tortured flesh, raising yet another welt that
this time, cut across the previous ones and James watched her hip's jerking in
an almost orgasmic frenzy.
He continued caning the naked woman without mercy, thrashing her soft tender
buttocks, taking his time, delighting in her suffering, her crying and her
tears. Occasionally, James would pause to fondle her pained flesh between
strokes, feeling the raised bands, fiery hot, under his touch. Sometimes he
slipped his fingers between her cheeks to feel at her anus and down to her moist
slit. As he caressed her intimate parts with one hand, he continued to massage
his erect cock with the other.
As she felt James slide his fingers over her rosebud and down along her
sensitive folds, Becca would arch her back and press herself down to his hand,
eager for a different sensation than pain. She was barely aware of this wanton
behaviour and only whimpered loudly when he would stop again
Eventually, the twelve additional stripes laced across Becca's badly welted
buttocks and they acquired a fiery reddish glow as if from an open coal fire.
Releasing Becca's wrists from the rear bar, James allowed her a short respite to
gain control of her senses.
It had certainly felt like many more than twelve stripes to Becca, even well
before it was finished. She pranced for her Master, as the cane swung wickedly
through the air, her tears flowing freely as she writhed in agony, but her
screams faded to a broken mewling note by the time James had begun to enjoy her
punished flesh between strokes.
Time passed slowly in her world of exquisite agony. To Becca it felt as it an
eternity had passed since she had knelt at his feet and suckled his cock. But
there was an end. She glanced over, lifting her head slightly as James freed
her and sobbed for a moment as her arms dropped limply to her sides when she
straightened. This only lasted a moment before Becca gained control of herself
and wiped at her cheeks with the backs of her swollen hands.
Nervously she glanced at her Master, sniffling a little. Her entire being
vibrated and she was visibly trembling from the severity of the pain. Yet there
was an element of pride and the beginning of a deeper understanding of what she
was undertaking. It showed in her eyes as she continued to look at him before
lowering her gaze.
Becca knelt down after a moment, appearing considerably calmer. She did wince
with a short intake of breath as the movement sent a wave of pain through her.
But if anything now, her desire to prove herself as a slave was greater than
before. She crawled forward, using her forearms to spare her palms and kissed
James's feet before laying her damp cheek to them.
"Thank you Master, you are very kind to teach this slave her first lessons so
patiently. She will not hesitate again when an order is given." Becca vowed in
a shuddering voice. She did not wish to ever feel such pain again and swore to
herself as well that she would show her submission to James as thoroughly as
possible to please him.
~ What was that James saw in Becca's eyes, was it a look of happiness? ~
James was only able to have a short glimpse of Becca's reaction, for she quickly
knelt and crawled across the hard floor to him and performed her obeisance. He
watched her abject posture with the feeling of power and, as he felt Becca's wet
tears on his feet, he viewed the future training of this woman with enthusiasm.
James listened to Becca's promise regarding her future behaviour and he decided
to move onto the next step in her decent into submission and slavery.
James then led Becca across the basement to where the en-suite bathroom was
situated and, fastening a 12 feet length of thin, but strong steel chain to her
neck collar he clipped the other end to a hook in the wall. She followed and
stood obediently as James tethered her to the wall, all the while with a worried
look on her face. Throwing a thin mattress onto the hard floor, James said. " I
will leave you to rest for a period, as you will need to recover after your
ordeal. On my return, I intend to go out to a nearby restaurant for a meal, and
you will accompany me."
Becca was still watching James as he laid the mattress out, the shock continued
on her face but now mixed with nervousness again at the idea of going out to a
restaurant.
James then left Becca alone in the basement area.
Becca stared at the door for a moment trying to take it all in. She found it
odd to be left alone so suddenly, she felt as if she were just something to be
forgotten about, more like an object than a person.
Becca looked down at the mattress then into the bathroom. With the chain
trailing behind her, she headed into the pristine white environment to use the
facilities and tidy up before she attempted to get some rest. It was an awkward
task to use the toilet as any amount of pressure sent waves of sharp stinging
through her. Even attempting to wipe herself was a chore, with the state of her
palms. Becca managed though, and as she stood before the sink, running cold
water over her hands, she doubted the properties of the injection.
After washing her face, Becca used a soft cloth to wipe down her body. She
rinsed the cloth frequently, having always been meticulous with her hygiene
rituals. As she passed the cloth between her legs she felt and collect the
remnants of her wetness. Becca was shocked to see so much coating the cloth and
was very aware of the sensitivity she'd felt while wiping. Again rinsing the
cloth, she repeated the wiping of her sex, feeling the sensitivity heighten.
Becca looked at her reflection in the mirror and touched the collar lightly as
she again wiped her sex with the cloth. This continued for a moment as she
forgot the need to rest in lieu of the pleasure she felt growing inside of
herself. But it suddenly occurred to Becca what she was doing and she stopped
abruptly, feeling odd for finding pleasure when she still felt so much pain.
Though she had read numerous documents and testimonials, even stories of the
amount of pleasure a slave could feel when there was the spice of pain added,
Becca was still not ready to accept it as true, she conveniently forgot the
feeling of James's hand between her legs during the caning.
~ So much to get used to . . . ~ She thought with a sigh before she returned to
the thin mattress. The solitude affected her, for now in a positive way as she
was still growing accustomed to James and therefore found she was indeed very
nervous around him. Carefully the novice slave lowered herself to the mattress
then down to lay on her stomach.
Becca considered the room she was in as she lay looking over the various pieces
of equipment that she would no doubt become very familiar with. She wondered
again how long she would be with James and hoped he would give her opportunities
to ask questions at some point. Though part of her, probably the part of her
that had inspired her to explore the submissive side to her personality, sort of
enjoyed not knowing and having to learn as she went. Even alone, her cheeks
flushed with embarrassment that she enjoyed her current circumstances, the
nervous feelings, the anticipation of punishment or even pain solely for her
Master's pleasure. The last thought was inspired by what James had said about
the injection, it would enable her to be available quickly for more torment
should he desire it.
Her thoughts then recalled the injection that James had given her. She still
doubted its effectiveness even though her welts, so fresh and tender moments
before, were no longer aching as miserably. It was however too subtle a
difference for her to be aware of it yet.
With time to think on her own, Becca also started to consider the consequences
if the chemicals did as James explained. It would mean countless lashes, as
hard as he could inflict and a few hours later it could happen all over again.
This was mildly alarming as she really thought of it in those terms. "If it
truly does increase my limits and stamina punishments could last for as long as
he had strength to beat her, the implications were endless." and Becca found her
mind parading violent images before her eyes as she lay looking about the
mirrored room that was now her home.
Rest was not coming easily to her on the mattress, without pillow or blanket.
Her mixture of emotions and conflicting thoughts over what she had experienced
so far and what she would experience added to the stress that kept her awake.
She could feel the floor through the thin layer of padding that she lay on and
frequently shifted to try and find a comfortable spot. It was during one of
these annoyed shifts that Becca first realized her back side did not hurt as
badly. It was suddenly exciting to know that her body was indeed healing. She
was already able to close her hands again and studied her palms for a moment,
noticing a definite difference in the swelling and colour of the stripes.
Eventually Becca did fall asleep, curled on her side. The chain that kept her
tethered lay limply on the mattress then away over the floor to where it was
fastened to the wall. A symbol of her slavery. She dozed thinking of how
punishment would not be as hard to bear now that she could heal so quickly. ~
Pain fades . . . ~ She thought during her last yawn and smiled slightly as she
closed her eyes. She only considered her own comfort for the moment, her mind
was not yet in a place where she was naturally thinking of her Master's pleasure
first and foremost.
Four hours later, James had showered and, after dressing in a pair of dark
coloured trousers, a black shirt and a pair of black leather shoes, he returned
to the basement. He had already made a booking at a restaurant in Brookdale a
short walk from the house for himself and Becca, and was intending to test how
serious she was in her resolve to obey his wishes, without delay or question.
James discovered that Becca was asleep lying on her side on the mattress. He was
pleased to observe that the injection had worked well, for there were no visible
signs of the severe beating that Becca had suffered only a short time earlier.
However, he was sure that the memory was still very vivid in her mind, if not on
her naked flesh. She would learn that, although the physical healing process
was quicker than anyone could imagine, the effect of the vicious caning torment
inflicted on her would produce a mental flashback that would last for far
longer.
Avoiding wakening her, James opened one of the many closets situated around the
room, and removed a red silk blouse, a white mini skirt, a red suspender belt, a
pair of sheer black stockings and a pair of 2 inch high-heel red shoes.
Carrying the clothing over to where Becca lay, lightly tapped the soft white
skin of her left shoulder with his hand.
"Wakey, wakey, rise and shine!!! It's time to go for dinner." James said, his
voice jocular in tone. He was keenly anticipating the pleasure of testing
Becca's resolve, by placing her in a position in which she would normally feel
intensely humiliated.
"Get a shower and then dress in these clothes and organise your hair and makeup
with the preparations that you will find in the bathroom." James ordered. "I
will be back in 20 minutes and you had better be ready, or else you will feel
the bite of the strap across that pretty little bottom of yours."
James then left Becca to her tasks and went back up to the main part of the
dwelling. However, his time was not wasted for he sat watching a television
monitor, which displayed individual pictures of the complete basement area, from
several hidden cameras positioned at strategic points. He was therefore able to
watch Becca in her preparations and observe that she complied with his wishes.
Becca mumbled as she woke up but nothing coherent. Blinking in the light she
looked up at James and groaned softly at the brightness.
"Yes Master." She murmured as he left. Becca stretched, rolling onto her back
as she did so. It was another few seconds before she realized her backside did
not hurt ... at all. Becca rose quickly and turned so she could see her ass and
back in the mirrored door behind her . It was as clear as when she had walked
into the house. Becca rubbed her hand over one cheek then remembered her hands
and quickly put them both in front of her face. Clear of any marks. She was
amazed and stood there for a moment running her finger tips over her palms and
staring at the skin very closely.
Snapping out of her reverie, Becca looked down to see the clothes her Master had
chosen for her to wear to dinner. She smiled slightly and fingered the blouse
before turning and walking into the bathroom to shower and get ready. She was
aware that there was a time limit and more aware that she did not have a clock
to check in the playroom. Thus Becca hurried to shower properly, bringing the
clothes into the bathroom and hanging them on a hook on the wall.
As per her usual showering routine, Becca washed her hair twice then used
conditioner, letting it sit in her dark locks as she washed her body. The
shampoo and conditioner as well as the body wash, all matched in scent. Fruity,
sort of like melons, but only hinting at it. There was a ladies disposable
razor and rich moisturizing shaving cream by the side of the shower stall.
Becca briskly ran the razor over her legs and under her arms to unsure she was
smooth. Her body clean she rinsed her hair and stepped out to dry herself.
It was a quick job of drying her skin as a second towel soaked up excess water
from her hair. Becca went to the counter and mirror, leaving the towel around
her head and another around her body. She was humming softly to herself as she
did her makeup. A deep rose colour for her lips and soft accenting with a dark
brown eye liner and black mascara. Her eyelids were lightly coated in a sunset
shade of orange then deepened with a terracotta shade close to the lashes. Her
cheeks were faintly dusted with rouge. Everything she would need was there for
her, chosen by her Master, or so it seemed.
The towel came off her hair next and quickly she combed it out then began to dry
it while brushing through the lengths with her fingers. She scrunched up to
make the soft curls more prominent and when she was satisfied and her hair was
dry, Becca sprayed a fine mist of hairspray around her head.
Becca had no idea how much time had passed but she kept on with the same speed
as before. The towel came off her body after she slipped the stockings on,
clipping them to the garter belt. The blouse, so soft and cool, buttoned up the
front over her bare breasts. She glanced in one of the mirrors around her and
saw her erect nipples displayed prominently through the thin material. Lastly
Becca pulled on the skirt and tucked the bottom of the blouse in to the waist
band. The mini skirt ended a bare few inches below her buttocks, covering the
tops of the stockings. Becca was keenly aware of her lack of panties as she
bent to slip on the heels before heading back out to the main room.
James watched Becca shower and dress in the clothes he had left her and then
returned to the main room in the basement where he waited for Becca to enter.
"You are three minutes late." James informed Becca, fully aware that she had no
way of telling the time due to the absence of clocks in the basement. He simply
wished for the sadistic pleasure of cracking a leather strap across Becca's
nether cheeks.
James continued. "Let me see if those promises you made earlier can be kept. I
want you to pull your skirt up to your waist and then bend over, your hands
resting on your knees. This posture will ensure that your bottom cheeks are
presented in a relaxed state, as I wish to see them wobble as they feel the cut
of the strap."
As he waited for Becca to obey his instruction, James picked up an implement
that was like the leather strop used by barbers to hone the cutthroat razors
used in barber's shops. It was about 24 inches long by 2 inches wide and 1/4
inch thick. It was very supple and designed to follow closely the contours that
it was intended to strike.
"As you were tardy in your timekeeping, I think that half a dozen strokes should
serve as a reminder not to delay in future. Whilst you are being strapped,
remember that I may emphasize my displeasure, should we meet someone as we walk
to the restaurant, if I instruct you to show them your stripes."
~ We'll see how she walks through town with her arse cheeks ablaze, and if we
meet anyone, it might be amusing to instruct her to display her well tanned
bottom for their approval and her humiliation. ~
Becca started as she saw James waiting for her. Instantly her face coloured and
she lowered her eyes nervously as he declared her late.
"Your slave is sorry she was slow, Master." Becca said softly. She didn't
hesitate at all to do as ordered, proving she did recall the pain of the
punishment earlier. But Becca also knew the marks would not last, neither would
that pain. She would deal with it for an hour or two before it would be
considerably more bearable.
~ Long enough to go to dinner and back. ~ She thought, dismally aware of the
fact she'd be sitting for a good portion of those hours.
Obediently, Becca lifted her skirt and bent as instructed. The position sent a
clear image of the punishment she'd taken only a few hours ago. Her eyes closed
tightly for a second and she visibly flinched without even being touched. It
was as if she had heard the crack of the cane on her presented cheeks, she could
almost feel the weight of a strike and there was a distinct tingling or itch
over her back side. She felt her stomach flutter with the feelings. Then it
was all gone. Becca blinked, unsure of what had just happened. She began to
tremble as she waited for this punishment.
A strap. She saw it in her Master's hand and tried to determine if it looked
more painful than the cane had been. It certainly looked more threatening than
the cane had appeared before it had cut into her flesh. Becca swallowed,
finding her throat was dry. She tried to remind herself that it would be over
quickly and a few hours later she would be healed. But now faced with the agony
of punishment and knowing the strength of James's arm, Becca was afraid again of
the pain.
Added to that was the possibility that should they meet anyone on the street he
may order her to display her bare and punished bottom to whomever crossed their
path. Silently she began to wish they would not meet anyone. ~ Oh . . . but at
the restaurant . . . surely I'd never have to display in such a public place! ~
"Six, yes Master. Do you require a count?" Becca heard herself asking, it was
as if her body and mouth were willing while her mind continued to struggle with
the pressure of her submission.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Back in the Leisure Club, Julie was finding it more and more difficult to do as
William said. The tension building between her thighs was growing in leaps and
bounds. She had completed almost eight minutes when she collapsed in a
shuddering heap, her body racked with an overwhelming climax. She couldn't stop
what was happening to her as she lay moaning, curled in a ball on the floor.
Her juices soaked the strap. As her body quivered from the release, she sobbed
her shame.
Seeing Julie as she came to an unwelcome climax, William took great delight in
informing her that again she had not been given permission to orgasm, and she
would be punished for such a transgression. However, the punishment would be
delayed until later that day.
After allowing Julie a short break, she was ordered to stand and William said,
"Right, let's have your legs astride, arms raised and then bending and touching
your toes, now and remember to keep those legs straight."
William ordered Julie to carry out this exercise twenty times and after she
completed the task he looked at her sweat-drenched flesh and said, "Running on
the spot, hands kept at your sides, begin." He watched the woman's heaving
chest and the rolling bouncing of Julie's breasts, whilst he listened to her
gasping to pull oxygen into her desperate lungs.
Seeing that Julie was approaching an exhaustion point, William allowed her to
rest and, whilst she was doing so, the door of the exercise room opened and two
people entered the gym. One was a male and the man who spoke earlier to William
as he entered the gym. The individual, whose name was Alfredo Honsa had lived in
Brookdale just over a year. He had made his fortune from the clever manipulation
of stocks and bonds and had decided to retire to Brookdale with his three female
slaves, to enjoy the unusual lifestyle.
Alfredo was in his forties and was about 5 feet 5 inches tall and looked as if
he weighed about 180lbs. He wore only a pair of swimming shorts and William
could see that his upper torso was narrow shouldered and covered in a thick
coating of matted hair. He had a substantial paunch, which hung over the
waistband of his shorts, but it was what was within the shorts that caught the
eye. A bulge at his crotch drew William's attention to what looked like a beer
can stuffed down one of the legs of his shorts.
In contrast, his companion was the blonde waitress he had been tormenting
earlier and who was one of his slaves. William's gaze took in the blonde naked
slave girl. The slave was tall, approximately 5 feet 10 inches with a curvaceous
36:24:37 figure and weighing about 135 lbs. On entering, she immediately dropped
to her knees and took up the customary position that she had been taught as a
slave in front of a Master or Mistress, legs spread and hands clasped at the
nape of her neck.
William watched for Julie's reaction to the new arrival, but she was too busy
engaged in attempting to recover from the exertions that he had imposed upon her
to notice. She felt as if the world was caving in on her and was sure that
William was simply forcing her to ultimate exhaustion. She was overcome to the
point were the room was just spinning and she just wanted to lie down and sleep
as she fought against the waves of faint that kept hitting her. However, the
stamina building injection prevented her from succumbing.
William watched Julie trying to keep her senses, and waited for her to regain
some composure, whilst his mind was formulating the next lot of humiliation and
indignity that Julie was about to face.
"Ah, welcome." William exclaimed as he gestured to the man to come across to
where Julie was lying on the floor. "May I introduce myself, I am William
Shunter, and you?" he asked.
Leaving the blonde slave kneeling by the door, the man walked across to and
said. "I am Alfredo Honsa," gazing lustfully at the naked body of Julie.
Julie looked up when Alfredo's voice cut through the haze of weariness in her
skull. She spotted his eyes examining her, and she flushed with embarrassment
dropping her eyes and trying to curl up her legs to hide her more private areas.
"Well, Alfredo, would you like to join me in the training of this bitch? I
think that you will enjoy what I have in mind, but I suspect that our friend
here will not." William commented, gesturing to Julie.
William's words caused her to look up sharply, honest fear in her eyes. It was
then that she saw the other girl, kneeling displayed before the men. What could
they possibly have in store for her? She shivered in dread and began to feel
despair for having agreed to this.
Seeing the shiver of apprehension from Julie, William took hold of her collar
and pulled her across to a vaulting horse and, after securing each of her ankles
to the legs, forced Julie over the padded leather top so that her belly was
resting on the padded leather top. He then fastened Julie's wrist bracelets to
the other legs of the vaulting horse.
"Now I think I'll have a taste of what that cunt strap has made nice and moist,
woman." William said as he started to remove his clothing. "Alfredo, why don't
you show this bitch what she has coming, Forgive the pun." The humour was
wasted upon Alfredo, but he well understood what meant. Alfredo simply dropped
his shorts uncovering a prodigious length of cock, which although was still in
repose, was nearly 10 inches long.
"I suggest that she show proper respect to you with her mouth, whilst I enjoy
stuffing that moist cunt of hers." William suggested. He had shed his
clothing and although not as well endowed as Alfredo, felt in no way in awe of
the older man.
~Oh god NO! ~ Julie screamed in her mind, as William stripped down and Alfredo
dropped his shorts. Her worse fears, the reason she didn't want to go to prison
were coming true. She had hoped that the earlier subjection of her naked body
to William's desires would have avoided this. To find herself in this
nightmare, even prison would have been preferential too. However, the poor
woman did not realise that, after completing her Community Service that was
where she would be destined to go. The cruel tortures and torments of the
Prison Governor, Lila Betts awaited her.
"Are you watching, slut?" Alfredo questioned the blonde. "You can look forward
to many a night servicing men in a similar fashion in future." The woman did
not reply, but simply tried to stifle the sobs that wracked her body causing her
whole body to quiver.
Julie vainly struggled against the ties, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Pl..please no...not this...please not this," she pleaded, her voice cracking in
her terror.
Standing between Julie's outstretched legs, William was able to reach out and
caress her widespread thighs, running his hands up the straining muscles of her
inner thighs. He paused briefly to pinch and scratch the super smooth flesh.
Dipping over the top of the vaulting horse, William mauled and kneaded the
globes of her breasts that hung, as if begging to be gripped and pulled.
After some minutes of this foreplay, William felt his member growing stiff and
taking it in his hand, he rubbed the sensitive tip against the slick smooth lips
of Julie cunt.
Meanwhile, Alfredo had enjoyed the pleasure of forcing Julie's head up by the
simple expedient of taking a firm grip on her hair. "Now bitch, your going to
treat Alfredo, by having my old friend down your throat." Alfredo said with an
evil grin passing across his swarthy features. "It will be nice to have a
change, after all variety is the spice of life." He laughed and, indicating to
the blonde he continued, "that one is also still learning her true position in
life, so it may prove beneficial for her to watch another slave woman being
trained to serve," he commented to William. "You be very careful with those
white teeth." Alfredo instructed Julie. "If I feel anything hard, apart from my
cock, then you will really suffer."
Alfredo's prick had by this time grown another 3 inches in length, whilst it's
diameter had also substantially increased so that it looked more like a timber
pole.
"When you're ready, Alfredo." Said William, as his hands clamped Julie's hips
in readiness.
Julie felt her hot tears streaming down her cheek. She knew both men intended
to use her and there wasn't anything she could do. She helpless and bound, even
screaming would prove fruitless in this god forsaken town of Brookdale. She was
certain she would not be able to take Alfredo in her mouth without gagging, and
the thought not only frightened her, but revolted her as well.
She could feel William's cock teasing her wet cunt lips and, against her will
she grew wetter. The normally in 'control' young woman found herself no longer
in control of her body or her situation. One last time she sought mercy and
understand, "Please don't do this to me," she sobbed.
"Use that magnificent cock of yours to shut the bitch up, Alfredo." William
commented as he thrust well forward and felt his hard knob split the petals of
her liquid-warm sex lips and sank into the depths of Julie's moist cave. Julie's
smooth buttock cheeks slapped against his belly.
William's haunches moved back and forth and his balls swung between Julie's
widespread thighs. "She's like liquid satin" he thought, ramming in and out
faster and faster, his fingers sinking deep into the hips of the squirming woman
as he forced himself deeper and deeper.
"So you can't resist, woman. Can you?" William demanded, feeling the slick
wetness of Julie's pussy as he plunged his cock into her unresisting cunt.
Meantime, Alfredo had forced his huge member into Julie's mouth and his hands
were gripping her hair and controlling the depth of his gigantic cock, sometimes
stuffing it deep into her throat and cutting off the poor woman's air supply.
The horror of rape was something that Julie had feared the most, and here she
was being raped for the second time in just a few hours. The reason she agreed
the Service Order instead of a prison sentence, had came true. Julie felt
William pierce her cunt with his manhood, impaling her on its length and then
withdrawing, only to thrust again deep into her body. As much as she wanted to
fight him, she was helpless bound as she was. Her body even betrayed her by
responding to the punishing thrusts. She could feel the tip of his weapon
hitting her cervix and her cunt gripped his cock expectantly.
One of the reasons for Julie's inability to 'control' her body's reaction to
William's rape was the huge cock being shoved down her throat. She couldn't
breath and she gagged around Alfredo' huge organ. Tears streamed down her
cheeks and dropped softly to the mat below.
Julie felt something within her soul tear and rip asunder. She knew that after
this, she would never be who she was before. All she wanted was for the
degradation and rape to stop. If it took kneeling at William's feet and kissing
his shoes, then that was what she would do. As long as she didn't have to
endure the punishment of rape again. Her spirit was being crushed.
William felt his lust building and he knew that he would not be able to last
much longer, but his pride made him attempt to outlast Alfredo. Sadly for him,
he was unsuccessful and he came to his thundering climax, just as Alfredo was
beginning to move his shaft like a piston between Julie's lips. Julie felt the
crushing wave of humiliation and degradation fall upon her as she felt the
inevitable forced climax, whilst William pumped his load into her spasming,
clutching cunt.
William slumped forward across Julie's back, saliva dripping from his mouth to
pool in the cleft of her shoulders. He lay and watched the build up of
Alfredo's ending, the man's features gripped in a rictus of savage lust, as he
shot his jism into Julie's throat and his seed sprayed her tonsils with its own
salty slimy discharge. She felt the pistoning cock start to swell and the burst
of semen against the back of her throat. Alfredo withdrew whilst his weapon was
still spraying and, with great delight he directed gouts of his cum into Julie's
face, the salty strings hitting her in the eyes and in her hair.
Whilst Alfredo raped her mouth with his donkey size cock, Julie was unable to do
anything else but swallow Alfredo' cum, then the suffocating organ was gone and
she was gasping for air, as hot semen sprayed her face.
"Excellent." congratulated Alfredo. William was delighted to see the woman so
degraded by Alfredo's actions, whilst Alfredo himself had thoroughly enjoyed
having his cock sucked by Julie.
Defeated, her spirit crushed, Julie dropped her head and sobbed. She knew that
she would never be the same person again. Something inside of her had yielded
to William, and he now controlled her body and soul.
William withdrew his deflated weapon from the squishy velvet soft confines of
Julie's cunt. "Would you like to fuck the woman's cunt, Alfredo?" asked. "And
whilst you are shafting the bitch with that huge spike, I'll see how she licks
her spend from my tool.
Alfredo needed to return to his home to check on some financial developments, so
could not accept William's offer. However, after thanking William for allowing
him to participate, his parting comment was a generous one. "I won't be needing
this one for the rest of the day," Alfredo indicated the kneeling blonde. "Her
name is Tina and feel free to use her as you wish. She is only partially
trained and if she doesn't give full satisfaction, feel free to use any means
necessary to punish her, after all she knows what to expect by now should she
fail. She will be able to find her way home, so simply send her on her way when
you have finished with her."
William was somewhat taken aback at Alfredo's offer. To be entrusted with and
left in charge of another slave so soon, was certainly a boost to his
self-esteem and indicated that both his father and Alfredo had every confidence
in his ability to dominate the women of the town. He looked to see if there was
any reaction from the kneeling girl, but she simply continued to remain in her
position, awaiting his instructions.
"Have you any objection to the use of this new chemical injection that enhances
her pain threshold and recovery rate?" William asked Alfredo.
"Oh, yes, I have heard about this new formulae," replied Alfredo. "I am happy
for her to undergo the procedure, especially if the results are as sensational
as I understand them to be."
Gesturing towards Julie, William said. "Rest assured that the claims are well
proven, this bitch has already received the injection and she is living
testimony that it works."
With a parting leer at the two naked women, and a friendly wave to, Alfredo left
the building to return home.
William decided to have some further enjoyment from Julie with the knowledge
that another woman was watching, who may be anticipating being used in a similar
manner. Releasing Julie from the vaulting horse, he reclined in an easy chair
and instructed the poor woman to kneel between his outspread legs.
"Now, let me see you show me proper respect and clean my shaft. After you have
done that to my satisfaction, you can lick my ass." William ordered Julie.
Julie knelt before William her head down and tears spilling from her eyes. She
could feel William's cum ooze from her cunt and down her leg, a reminder of the
rape he had just done to her body. Her body language was one of defeat and
desolation. She replied through a sob filled voice, "As you wish Master." Then
obediently took his cock into her mouth and began to clean their combined juices
from it, his cock sliding down her throat as her tongue licked and cleaned the
shaft.
The feel of Julie's delicate tongue caressing and sucking his deflated shaft
created a sense of relaxation and well being in William. Also the fact that she
had addressed him as Master gave him a feeling of achievement. This was the
woman who, only a matter of hours earlier had swore at him and cussed him with
foul and abusive language.
"My word," William thought. "This woman must be suffering hell having to obey
my every command. But what the hell!!! That's what she is here for and I
haven't even started properly yet."
Gradually, William felt that Julie's attentions were having an effect upon him
as he began to stiffen in her all-enclosing mouth. He took hold of Julie's head
in a vice-like grip and began to pump his ever-thickening cock in and out of her
accommodating mouth. However, he wanted to resist the temptation to climax in
the woman's mouth and, as he felt himself approaching the explosion of his lust,
pulled Julie's mouth off him.
Deciding to heap further humiliation on Julie, William turned and knelt on the
chair, his backside raised and pointing into the tearful face of the kneeling
woman.
"Pull my ass cheeks apart, gently mind, and then get your tongue deep in there
and ream me good." William instructed Julie. Julie's sobs caught in her throat
at his demand but, realising that delay would only result in more pain to her
exhausted body and completely cowed, she spread his cheeks and began to lick his
puckered asshole, her tongue darting into the hole. Tears streamed down her
cheeks as she let him destroy the last of her dignity.
As Julie's questing tongue caressed and licked the crack of William's ass
cheeks, he was impatient to feel her tongue press into the tight hole of his
anus and, without any apparent embarrassment, he said. "Get your tongue well in
there, I want to feel it moving and pressing as far as possible into my ass."
William pushed his backside further into Julie's face almost cutting her air
supply off completely. "As you are doing this, my dear." William said, "think
of what other delights await you, whilst you are my personal slave. How do you
think you would cope on the treadmill or the exercise bike, with a couple of
thick dildos stuck up your ass and cunt?"
Julie's tears were renewed by William's words, whilst the watching Tina realised
that Alfredo had consigned her to the control of a teenage sadist. Julie pushed
her tongue inside of him, helpless to stop the humiliation and dehumanisation
that was happening to her.
William felt Julie's tongue doing as he instructed, and her efforts had started
to restore the rigidity of his ever-ready shaft, which was again seeking the
soft and warm confines of a woman's most intimate places. William decided that
the woman had abased herself sufficiently for the moment and he would continue
her subjugation, but only after he had tasted the intimate secrets that he
wished to sample from the kneeling Tina.
"You now apparently accept that your future in Brookdale is that of my personal
slave and, as such you will be expected to obey every command that you are
given." William said, his voice showing the satisfaction that he felt.
"I will now allow you to rest, whilst I explore some of the delights that Tina
here has to offer." With this remark, William pushed Julie to the floor and left
her lying in a foetal curl, as he walked across to where Tina was still
kneeling.