CHAPTER FOUR
"I am aware that you will find the change in your status in life strange and
somewhat disconcerting as you try to adjust to the various regimes that I will
introduce into our relationship." James informed Becca. "However, adjust you
will. It will be expected by your Master that you will soon be able to immerse
yourself in the lifestyle that you have sought."
With a hard swallow, Becca nodded slightly to what James informed her. His words
were absolute with their meaning. Translated, only slightly in her mind, they
enforced the terms of the contract; become a properly behaved slave with only
thoughts of pleasing those above her level of status or suffer the consequences.
All told, Becca knew she had agreed and now had no choice but to conform to her
Master's wishes, whatever they may be. All of this she absorbed without further
reaction but a slight widening of her eyes.
James bent forward and, cupping both of Becca's breasts in his hands, began to
knead and squeeze them, drawing his fingers towards the stiff nipples and
flicking the hard nubs with the tips of his fingernails, taking delight in
watching the marks of his efforts displayed on the ultra smooth surface of her
mounds.
Indicating that Becca should return to her kneeling position, a situation in
which her eyes were inevitably drawn towards the sight of his member resting
between his sturdy thighs, partly concealing the dependant sac of his balls. The
anticipation in his veins of his next set of instructions had caused the
inevitable reaction and his quiescent cock began to stiffen and swell as it
became engorged with his passion.
James decided to have her pay homage to him in a most intimate manner and said.
"I wish you now to demonstrate to me that you will submit yourself, body and
mind to the satisfaction of my pleasures. You will take hold of the shaft and
you will kiss and lick the length from root to tip, making sure that as you lick
the tip, you must use your tongue to gather and swallow any liquids that it
discovers. Subject to the satisfactory completion of this requirement, you will
take it between your lips so that you can suck gently upon its rigidity and see
if you are able to extract the essence of my pleasure."
Oddly, Becca felt it almost calming once James took her breasts in his hands.
It allowed her mind to be drawn to something other than the situation.
Something that brought her pleasure as the soft mounds were kneaded firmly. Her
back arched to push her chest towards his touch as she felt his fingernails on
the sensitive nubs. Her lips parted as small gasps popped from her chest with
each flick.
James smiled as he observed Becca's reaction to the stimulation of her breasts
and nipples. ~ Is she is attempting to gain her own modicum of pleasure from my
attention, or could it be that she wishes only to enhance my enjoyment? ~
Becca sighed pleasantly as she lowered herself at his indication and found her
locked to his growing erection. ~ He is pleased. ~ She thought and watched his
manhood directly in front of her while she listened to James's next
instructions. Becca looked up into James's face, not hiding her feelings at
all. Her eyes were bright and showed her eagerness to please him. The idea of
bringing him to orgasm, pleasing him ultimately in that way brought a shy smile
to her face. But the confidence was not visible. Her last attempt to orally
please a man had ended badly and it weighed on her mind as her eyes returned to
his member.
"Yes Master." she whispered and lifted her hands from the back of her neck.
Gently Becca touched her hands to James's thighs, laying them flat as she slid
them along towards his centre. She was chewing on her bottom lip again as her
fingers stroked lightly around the base of his shaft.
Her actions showed hesitance but it did not last long; Becca knew what she was
to do and knew full well delays were frowned upon. Her light touch fell to his
length now and she leaned forward, tilting her head. Beginning at the base,
Becca trailed her tongue first along the underside to the tip. Her wet stroke
leaving a faint trail of saliva drying on the silky skin. Once at the head, she
closed her eyes while darting the tip of her tongue to the small opening. There
was a tiny drop of juice waiting for her that she took onto her tongue. Becca
kept her eyes closed to hide her reaction; the taste of a man's cum was not her
favourite. Then, tilting her head the other way she licked up his length again
from the base this time over the top, again she darted the tip into the tiny
hole and tasted the fluid ever so slowly trickling as his erection strengthened.
James received the attentions of Becca's tongue, revelling in the sensation of
her light touch and the coolness of the quickly drying saliva on his ever so
sensitive skin. ~ She is learning well ~. James enjoyed the light touch of her
lips and the soft swipes as her hot tongue travelled up and down his hardening
shaft and licked at the super-sensitive tip, gathering the small signs of the
liquid evidence of his lust.
Holding James gently still, Becca repeated this task a couple more times,
enjoying the softness of his skin, before she placed a kiss to the head. Her
lips lingered as she attempted to steel herself for the full penetration of her
mouth. Becca slowly parted her lips and leaned forward again, already sucking
slightly as she pulled him into her warm mouth. Though concerned her lack of
experience would show, she was desperate to please her Master. Forming a seal
with her lips she continued to take more of his length into her mouth until she
felt she could handle no more. Slowly she pulled back, sucking more as she did.
Inside her mouth her tongue rippled slightly along the underside. One of her
hands returned to lay upon his thigh to brace herself, the other remained
lightly around the base of his cock.
Becca continued in this fashion, her pace increasing slightly as she got used to
the feeling of him filling her mouth. She was beginning to enjoy herself more
as she glanced sideways while barely opening her eyes. She could see herself
reflected in one of the mirrored closet doors and found the image of herself on
her knees before him to be very erotic, almost stimulating to her mind out of
the nervousness she had been feeling and into the powerful arousal she had felt
before.
James sighed as he felt his rigid member engulfed by the warm wetness of Becca's
mouth, her oral administrations as her tongue slid along his cock were making
his rock hard, but sensitive penis twitch and jerk.
As she continued, Becca began to enjoy the feeling of her Master's cock in her
mouth more and more. His varied sounds and instructions let her know she was
doing well. She followed what he directed and praised as best she could,
sliding her tongue over him with each intake to offer him as much pleasure as
she could. At his further instruction, Becca strengthened her pull, tightening
her moist lips about his erection, and gaining confidence in her abilities.
"That's it, yes, use your tongue to caress the length of your Master." James
instructed the kneeling figure. "Now, make sure that you keep your lips tight
about the shaft."
Feeling the pace of Becca's mouth increasing, James took control of her actions
and, gripping hanks of Becca's shoulder length brown hair in his hands, he began
to ease her head backwards and forwards, thrusting with his hips on the forward
strokes, so that the tip of his cock touched against the back of her throat.
Her movements were suddenly restricted as he took hold of her hair. Becca made
a soft noise, akin to a whimper as he pulled himself deeper into her mouth.
James pushed himself deeper than she had taken him before, setting off her gag
reflex. Becca adjusted both of her hands to now grip onto his lower hips as her
throat revolted against the intrusion, her jaws spreading wider to accommodate
his girth. She clung on to self-control and somehow kept herself from struggling
in his grip. It took a few thrusts for her to adjust to the deeper strokes but
she managed, her eyes watering with the sensation of his cock head tickling the
back of her throat, but finally growing accustomed to what he desired despite
her discomfort.
"Now use the tip of your tongue, lick it round the bulbous bit...ah yes that's
the way, very good." He felt the probing the tip of her tongue pressing into
the vent at the end. He kept pulling Becca's head back holding firmly by her
hair giving her no excuse to give up. "Good really long sucks, good girl, that's
a good girl...ah...yes!!"
Now that she had released herself to his current control of any actions she
might take, Becca only did as he instructed, revelling in his praise of her
efforts. Her tongue twined itself about his cock and it's head. She worked her
mind to deal with the taste of his pre-cum still dribbling ever so slowly across
her taste buds. ~ It is his pleasure I seek not just dealing with it. ~ She
encouraged with her own thoughts. She knew she could not retreat into modesty
and a reflexive reaction that would have had her pull away, James's hold
prevented anything but performing. She moaned, finally gaining her own pleasure
as she heard him praise her further.
James allowed Becca to continue to suck on his hardened shaft for about 5
minutes, during which time he repeatedly forced her to accept the head of his
cock at the back of her throat. He stood there letting her suck him as he
watched her pretty brunette head bobbing, listening to the sucking noises
produced by her soft lips sliding up and down his cock length. Her tongue
fluttering teasingly around the bell end, as he kept her at it, sucking away at
his hard flesh until he felt the beginnings of the first spasm of an impending
orgasm. It was so very tempting to come in this lovely woman's mouth, but he
didn't want her sucking him off, not yet.
"Oh ...that's enough...stop it now." He pulled her head back and eased her
mouth from his glistening cock by the simple expedient of yanking her head
backwards. James watched the fat knob twitching hazily in front of her face,
its vent oozing a little pearly blob of sticky seminal fluid, and looked down
into Becca's blue eyes.
James decided it was now time to move on to the next part of Becca's training,
one that would give him almost as much pleasure, but one that would bring the
poor woman a new insight into her gradual submission to her Master's will.
"You suck reasonably well, for one who is relatively inexperienced." James
complimented Becca. "With training, you will do even better. However, before
you are granted the pleasure of your Master's essence, there is a serious matter
of the displays of hesitancy and reluctance on your part. Such things may not
seem important, but it is essential that you learn quickly that you are not
allowed any leeway in the tasks that you must undertake."
The occasional constricting of her throat made the task at hand seem longer than
it was. In that time, Becca went back and forth with her enjoyment of suckling
her Master's cock. She felt the distinct difference in his hardness and a
slight tremble to his legs where her hands remained, clinging onto him for
support. But before the anticipated eruption into her mouth she was pulled
away. Her closed eyes fluttered open to see the deeply coloured member directly
before her. To Becca it looked so in need of attention the way it seemed to bob
invitingly before her parted lips.
After a moment of observing the dollop of fluid oozing forth, Becca leaned
forward, stretching her tongue to take the morsel of juice. Her eyes turned up
to meet her Master's gaze as she did this small thing on her own.
Feeling Becca's soft tongue swipe away the oozing essence from the tip of his
quivering rock hard penis, James was tempted to pull her head back and plunge
into the warm wet confines of her ever-so willing mouth to bring his building
lust to the frenzied fruition that it craved. However, he rejected the
immediate response to her ministrations in favour of delaying the ultimate
release, whilst he undertook her punishment that would bring him additional
pleasures.
"Thank you Master." She murmured in response to his compliment but otherwise
remained silent, returning to a nervous state as he spoke of her earlier
hesitance. Becca lowered her eyes, almost in shame. She understood fully, her
lack of immediate response would gain her a reaction from James. Her instincts
telling her she was about to be disciplined.
Leaving Becca kneeling, James went across the room to where the wall racks held
the displays of crops and canes. After taking several from the racks and
testing their flexibility by swishing them through the air, he selected a length
of leather covered whalebone, some 3 feet 6 inches long and as thin as a large
sized knitting needle.
To save herself from wringing her hands as James walked from her, Becca had once
more clasped her hands to the back of her neck. She observed his
experimentation with assorted implements of punishment with a growing mixture of
feelings. The sound was loud, perhaps only in her mind, as he tested numerous
with a powerful swing.
Returning to Becca, he stood before her, his legs slightly apart displaying his
still erect shaft to her gaze.
"I now intend to give you 6 cuts of this crop across your bottom." James
informed Becca. "You have a choice of freely offering your arse for
chastisement without being restrained, or you can request to be bent over and
secured to the leather horse, but the number of strokes will be increased to 12
if you take the latter option."
After waiting a short period to allow the full import of his words to register
with Becca, James continued. "Either way, after receiving each stripe, you will
thank me for my efforts and beg me to deliver the next one. Should you fail to
offer thanks or request the next stroke within 5 seconds, then the preceding cut
will not count and will be repeated."
As he waited for Becca's reply, James idly swung the leather crop back and forth
in front of the kneeling figure, seeming to delight in a display of torment for
the poor woman who was being forced to decide on the severity of her own
punishment.
Becca was completely in awe of her Master as she watched him. Tall,
distinguished and handsome, his lean body, the flex of his toned muscles, the
grip of his hand on the switch. She found herself once more struck by arousal
at watching him. As her vision of herself kneeling while suckling his cock had
been erotic to her, so was this. There was still a strong element of fear
intermingled with her arousal, in a way, the two feelings reinforced each other.
Becca was unsure how much pain would be brought to her flesh and was unsure how
much she would be able to take. ~ What if I cannot bear it? ~ She asked
herself as James returned to her.
Her eyes were drawn first to his manhood as he once again stood before her, but
as James spoke, she looked up and took in just what he was saying. ~ Would
there be a need for me to be restrained? Will it hurt that much?? ~ She thought
as the intensity of her fear grew slightly higher than the level of her arousal,
eclipsing the throb that had begun between her legs.
CHAPTER FIVE
The next instructions were clear. "Yes Master, your slave understands." she
almost whispered, her throat and gone dry again as her eyes followed the slowly
swinging crop. ~ 6 'cuts' or 12. . ~ It was not really that hard of a
decision, the lesser of the two options made the most sense. It was the offer
of being restrained that had her faltering. Becca could not understand why
there would be a need for her to be restrained for punishment. It seemed as if
it were to be a kindness of some sorts if it were to bring her additional
lashes.
To be bound had it's own attractions as it was something she desired to
experience, but to chose that would increase her punishment. It was another
moment before she realised she was hesitating again, the exact cause of her
punishment in the first place.
"Your slave chooses to remain unrestrained Master." She said quickly, Becca bit
her lip. She held in the question that played on her mind, deciding she would
learn why there would be a reason for bondage as she took the crop freely 6
times. Her eyes still followed the slim rod as he continued to swing it.
On hearing Becca's decision that she would receive her punishment without the
additional security of being restrained, James's thoughts recalled the last time
that a slave-under-training to him had elected to follow a similar course of
action.
~ How many extra had he given her? Was it an additional 14 cuts of the crop
across her quivering nates? No, it was a further 16 times that the cane had
visited her bottom. How the poor girl had regretted her errors, the 22 vivid
welts bearing witness to the severity and force of his right arm, the intense
pain robbing her of the ability to even count the number and ask for the next
stripe across her shuddering buttocks. In the end, she had screamed and begged
to be restrained but, cruel man that he was, he had denied her this small mercy
and insisted that she present her throbbing arse cheeks for the punishment he
had ordained, without the reassuring feel of restraints. By the time he had
reached 18 cuts, the poor girl was writhing and squirming on the floor begging
for him to desist. ~
Bringing his mind back to the present, James ordered Becca. "Right, I want you
to see you bent over, hands gripping the back of your knees and make sure that
you maintain that position throughout your chastisement. Let me hear you asking
for your punishment and thanking me for each stripe in a clear and lucid manner,
for any failure will result in the penalty of additional strokes."
"Yes Master, understood." She replied quickly. Becca stood and turned away
from James, stepping slightly forward so that he would not have to move far to
deliver the strikes. ~ I haven't made an error, surely 6 is better than 12. ~
It seemed very logical to someone who had never felt a crop on her skin before.
Bending, Becca reached around her knees and tried to stifle her trembling.
As he waited for Becca to adopt the required posture, James could not resist the
temptation of cajoling the poor woman even more. "Come on, stick out that
backside of yours. I want to hear you requesting the strokes and it sticking
right out waiting for the first stroke."
Her body jolted as his commands rang out. "Yes Master!" She exclaimed and
spread her legs slightly, her upper body leaning more to her thighs. Becca bent
her knees slightly in hopes of adding to her support while pushing her backside
further towards him. "Your slave wishes to be punished, Master. Her bottom is
eager for the lashes so that she may learn to please you better." The words
came easily as she released herself to the position. Becca only prayed the next
words she spoke would come as easily.
Her eyes were closed and Becca tried not to tense her body as she waited for the
inevitable. Knowing it would hurt, she already tried to ensure the lesson was
learned. ~ I will not hesitate . . . ~
James's experienced eye took in the highly erotic sight of the naked woman
bending before him, her hands grasping her knees, her breast globes wobbling
slightly as they hung dependant from her torso, and the smooth flesh of her
bottom cheeks presented to him. Some would call the circumstances obscene, but
they would be people who failed to appreciate the incredible emotional charge
that can be obtained from a domination/submission relationship. The words spoken
and the offering she made emphasised the power that he held over the woman, and
if one where to compare it to the drug culture, this was the ultimate fix as far
as he was concerned. Whilst the infliction of punishments gave him a
substantial feeling of satisfaction, this was just a corollary to the main
essence of his enjoyment, which was the exercise of his dominance in respect of
women.
"Fine words my dear, but have you the fortitude and bravery to ensure that you
obey the instructions that you have been given, to the letter, my dear. For any
and all failures will result in additional strokes." James emphasised to Becca.
"I intend this to be a caning that will test your resolve to submit and offer
yourself, mind and body for my pleasure." ~ I wonder how many she will be able
to take, before she succumbs to the agony? ~
Taking up a position just to the left of the quivering girl, James drew the
switch across Becca's cringing bottom cheeks. Lightly caressing the curve of her
presented buttocks, James tapped the leather bound whalebone crop across the
centre of her bottom, the
length spanning the shadowed divide as if indicating where the first blow would
fall. Taking his measure, he raised the crop up high; up over his shoulder and
then brought it down with a swish, his arm moving quickly and with substantial
force, so that the impact with Becca's soft flesh was with his full strength.
This produced a sharp crack and the twin cheeks of her bottom quivered like two
jellies as the instrument bit deep into their soft flesh. A mark appeared across
the naked spheres, at first a livid white, then quickly darkening to a painful
red.
James's arm relaxed as he stood waiting to see Becca's actions.
Becca found she couldn't respond, her heart was in her throat as she waited for
the first lash. ~ Please let me bear this. ~ She silently wished and twitched
as the cane was stroked over her waiting cheeks. It was the wait that was
becoming difficult. The anticipation of feeling her first real punishment had
spawned a nervous excitement that she could not shake.
Her eyes closed tight as she heard the sudden swish. Becca had tried to prepare
herself for just how painful it would be but nothing she could have imagined
compared to the way it actually felt. The breath to even cry out was gone with
the horrendous slice across her buttocks. Her skin broke out in goose bumps as
she shivered and her entire body jolted forward until she put a hand down to
brace herself.
It was a second before she found her voice but it felt like an eternity. Becca's
eyes were watering but she was not yet tearful. The first sound she made was an
odd sort of grunt, high pitched but short. ~ Oh God, how will I ever take
more?!? ~ She thought as she returned her hand to re-clasp behind her knee.
The next thought was ~ How long have I made him wait?? ~
In a rush she spoke. "Thank you Master . . ." but found she could only pant
quick short breaths for another moment. "Your slave wishes another Master . . .
she requires further punishment." Difficult words to say considering the
already gleaming pain to her back side but proper (she hoped) just the same. ~
That's one . . . five more to go . . . Oh God. ~ Becca groaned and pressed her
forehead to one of her knees.
James watched as a line of burning, agonising pain erupted across Becca's
bottom. His eyes glinted with steely satisfaction to see her reaction and the
prohibited movement as her hand reached out to maintain her balance.
"Oh, I may not have made it clear, my dear." James said in a nonchalant tone of
voice. "Any movement of your hands from the position instructed also means the
same penalty as failure to respond verbally as required."
Allowing time for the import of his words to sink into Becca's mind, James then
continued sadistically making her situation even more dire. "Any failures incur
an individual penalty, so with your delay in your response and the unauthorised
movement of your hand away from your knees, you are now starting the punishment
again from a minus position of two strokes."
~ Actually she responded reasonably quickly, but not quickly enough and she will
soon learn that the offer of securing her, even for 12 strokes of the rod, would
have been a far better proposition. ~
James waited patiently, enjoying the display, before he ordered her to
reposition herself and he looked on with a feeling of intense anticipation, and
saw across her white quivering cheeks a wicked twin tracked weal had now been
raised, it was turning slowly 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.
He watched Becca's reaction, whilst his own excitement at laying the punishing
instrument across her naked flesh produced a reaction of it's own. His turgid
member becoming engorged and rigid pointed horizontally from his lower belly.
His free hand moved down to lightly grip the rock hard prick and he began to
massage it slowly from base to tip.
Becca heard what her Master was telling her, barely, over the rush of her
breathing as she fought to keep control. She whimpered in response as he
informed her she was now beginning again from a minus standpoint. Becca had
been afraid it had taken her too long to state the required words, now she knew
to respond immediately. The strike across her buttocks throbbed horribly,
bringing out cascading goose bumps, as her body temperature seemed to change in
waves radiating out from that one hot spot.
For the moment her world was narrowed, further than it had been once she signed
the contract. Now all she felt was pain and fear of more. The arousal she had
been experiencing so keenly before had all but disappeared, as she was unable to
cling to it. Becca felt it was more important to focus all of her energy on
getting through her first punishment.
Her chest heaved as she adjusted her position, hanging her head again and trying
to prepare for the next. She knew already it was a mistake to have not taken
the offer to be restrained but she was not yet at the point to ask him for it.
The second strike came as a surprise to Becca. She had been hoping James might
warn her. The cane bit deep into her, this time pulling a cry from her lips
immediately as her flesh was already sore. The lash mark burned bright with
pain but she held the position, her nails digging in to the backs of her knees.
Her head came up, flipping her hair around as she hissed in her next breath.
Becca could swear James had struck the exact same spot.
"Thank you Master . . . "she groaned the words and punctuated them with a
hiccup of a sob. "Your slave wishes for more please!" Becca's voice was loud
and full of pain but she felt she had responded quickly no matter the struggle
to do so. She was beginning to doubt how she'd be able to take the rest and
hitched in a troubled breath. With her eyes closed, Becca did not know the
pleasure her Master was taking in dealing out this punishment.
Watching Becca's fingers gripping tightly at the back of her knees and listening
to her hissing intake of breath as she attempted to achieve the tasks of
thanking him and requesting the next stripe, James smiled as he saw the
blossoming pain-filled second stroke decorate her buns.
As she was again made to position herself and request the next cutting agony of
the rod, he tapped the whalebone switch gently against her quivering cheeks,
just above the soft crease that divided her bottom cheeks from her upper thighs,
causing them to wobble slightly each time at its contact. Then the tapping
stopped and the cane left her bottom and came whistling down across the same
spot that he had been tapping, ending with a loud crack!! Becca's flesh rippled
from its point of impact as it sliced into her plump round cheeks and the band
of pain blazed across her bottom, just below the last one.
Whilst he waited for Becca's response James informed her "We will now commence
your proper punishment, woman. You have six strokes to come, so let me hear your
requests clearly and I wish you to be precise about what you are asking."
~Let me see how strong her desire really is, to submit to me. ~
Becca started, visibly as the rod tapped her backside lightly. Again she was
taken off guard by the intensity and suddenness of the strike. Her voice rang
out just as suddenly, loud this time. Thankfully she managed to hold the
position but felt her knees burning as if straining to lift an enormous weight.
As the cry died out, Becca broke into a soft sob. The sound bubbled up along
with real tears as she listened to James's guidance.
"Yes Master . . . Thank you Master." She replied, as clearly as she could.
Becca was determined now to deal with the searing pain each lash brought and
joined with the ones that had not yet faded. In the back of her mind she wanted
desperately to beg him to stop her punishment, to at least slow it. ~ That is
not how I am to think! ~ She admonished herself silently though her tears
continued, not comforted by her need to learn.
"Thank you Master . . . for this punishment . . . " she panted as a chill ran
through her body, followed quickly by a flash of heat. "Your slave . . . wishes
only to please you Master . . ." Another chill and again the flash pulled a moan
from her throat, interrupting her declaration. Becca remained still, staring at
the floor below her again, wanting desperately to put a hand out to balance
herself better. "Your slave . . . your slave desires further punishment Master
. . . she wishes for the next lash." She continued, attempting to embellish her
words to please him.
~ I just need to get through this . . . I can do it. ~ She thought, her lips
mouthing her thoughts silently.
CHAPTER SIX
Whilst James and Becca were discovering the various 'delights' of their new
home, a prominent resident of Brookdale, Greg Shunter, was making the intimate
and, for her, painful acquaintance of a visitor to Brookdale, Miss Julie Jones.
Greg, who was Chief of Police in the township, and was in a powerful position
within the community, being one of the twelve aldermen who were the ruling group
in Brookdale. In his position as Chief of Police, he was in charge of the force
of twenty-five Wardens who kept law and order in the township and Julie Jones
was a visitor, who was discovering, at first hand, just what law and order meant
in Brookdale.
Earlier that day, Greg had received an email from the local judge for the area,
Judge Joseph Williams and, opening the communication and reading the note, a
sadistic smile crossed his features.
The email read:
"Dear Greg,
When you wish, please contact Warden Graham at the jail and the woman; Julie
Jones will be delivered to your home. Please note that she has been made aware
of her responsibilities to ensure your complete satisfaction, and the penalty
for failure being a five-year tenure in the County jail, under the control of
Governor Lila Betts. Any reluctance on her part should of course be dealt with
swiftly, in the accepted fashion and without any restrictions. She has been sent
for your service and pleasure and for her own punishment and torment."
Greg Shunter had considerable experience of dealing with women that had no
choice but to submit, having been Chief of Police in Brookdale for the past
fifteen years. He had grown used to being given `carte blanche' in his
treatment of women like Julie Jones and she would be able to do nothing to
prevent him exercising his particular pleasures.
At 11.0am that morning, Greg had telephoned the jail and spoke to Warden Graham.
"Have the woman, Julie Jones brought to my home, please." Shunter requested.
Julie paced in the 'cell' she was detained in. When she had agreed to
'Community Service Order' in place of the five-year sentence to the County jail
for attempting to pay her hotel bill with a stolen credit card, she didn't
really know what she had been agreeing to. It wasn't until her arrival at the
local jail in Brookdale that the details of her situation were revealed in their
entirety. She was to be employed in the service of the residents of Brookdale,
which entailed becoming a slave.
The Wardens who had taken her from the Courthouse took no small time placing a 2
inch wide black leather collar with 4 d-rings about her neck. Then similar
leather cuffs were placed on wrists and ankles, her hands were then locked
behind her back.
She was led a cell by a leash attached to her collar and left to wait. Wait
she did, for what seemed like hours. She was angry at being tricked into the
agreement to complete Community Service and she was beginning to think maybe she
should have just taken her chances with the County prison. After all, the
embezzlement was her first offence and, at least she would not have to suffer
the indignities she was going through at the present.
However, if Julie had made the acquaintance of Lila Betts, she would have not
been so eager to undertake a five sentence in her care. Lila Betts ran a prison
based on a regime of lesbian domination, where the inmates were simply exotic
sexual playthings for the butch female guards to torment and abuse.
"Hind sight is 2020," she mumbled.
Finally there was the sound of the door to the cell being unlocked and one of
the wardens entered.
"It is about time someone come to let me out of here," snapped Julie, irritably.
The Warden smiled, "Shut up slave. You will have plenty of time to complain to
your Training Master."
With a fluid motion, the Warden snapped a leash to her collar and she was led
from the cell with all the indignities of a leashed dog. During the short
journey from the jail to Greg Shunter's home, Julie was fastened by the lead to
her collar to restraining fixtures in the back of an enclosed van.
On arrival at the Shunter residence, Julie was released from the van and led to
the front door of Greg's house, where the Warden knocked.
Hearing the knock, Shunter walked over and opened the door. His features lit up
as he saw the woman with a collar around her neck fastened to a leash that was
held by the Warden. Motioning for them to enter, he stood to one side and
watched the Warden lead Julie into his house.
As Julie was led into the house and down some stairs into a basement room, she
thought. "This was not supposed to happen to her. She was the one normally in
control. She was the one that twisted men around her little finger."
Julie fought back the tears, she would not let them see her cry, and she would
defy them and escape at the first opportunity. No one would keep her a prisoner
for long.
"I know some important people. You will be sorry if you don't let me go. Do you
know who my boyfriend is?" She said as if a threat.
Greg listened to Julie's threats with a jaundiced ear. ~ He had heard the same
old pattern before, indignation, anger then uncertainty and by the time he was
finished abject fear and terror. ~
"Listen and listen well, you noisy bitch. You are now, to all intents and
purposes, a slave in the township of Brookdale. Now, you will shut your mouth,
or I will have you gagged so that you can scarcely breathe. We are not
interested in all your threats and they only serve to annoy me." Greg shouted
into Julie's face as he gripped a hank of her shoulder length brown hair in his
tight fist.
He allowed himself a mirthless smile as he noticed the beginnings of a trace of
fear in her green eyes. However, this did not deter him from smashing the open
palm of his other hand across Julie's face and then backhanded her, his knuckles
biting into her soft cheek.
Without waiting any response from Julie, Greg dismissed the Warden and then took
hold of the chain connected to the leather collar, and dragged Julie further
into the basement room.
"I am going to have some fun with turning you into a sex slave, I can see that
already." Greg informed Julie.
The pull on the collar chain almost made her fall but she regained her poise and
followed as best she could. His words stung her and she forgot his earlier
threat when she protested. "I am not going to be your sex slave or anyone
else's, you fucking bastard. I am Julie Jones! I'm not a slave and you better
get that through your thick head, you fucking miscreant!"
Hearing Julie's foul-mouthed curses, Greg stopped dead causing the stumbling
girl to collide with him. He turned and, still holding the chain attached to
her collar, he again struck her several hard blows across the face with his
hand. Pulling the chain tight so that he looked down into Julie's reddened face
that was only inches from his own, Greg gazed at her with contempt.
"My mother and father were married before I was born, so you will suffer greatly
for that insult to their memory." Greg said in a quiet tone that belied the
possibilities of the threat he had just made. He dragged the figure of Julie
across the room and stood her just below a chain that hung down from the
ceiling. Operating an electric hoist, he quickly lowered the chain, so that the
end could be attached to the wrist restraints holding Julie's hands behind her
back. Pressing a button on the electric hoist control, Greg shortened the chain
until Julie's arms were forced up her back and she was compelled to stand on her
toes and to lean forward to relieve the strain.
"I think the time has come to see more of the material that I have to work
with," Jonas informed the poor woman. "So we will start by getting rid of all
this surplus clothing, as I wish to see you naked!!"
The resolve soon disappeared as she heard his threat. "You want to see me n. nak
.. .naked?" She dreaded this moment even though she knew it would eventually
come. Men were all alike in their primitive desire to see a woman naked. Why
should this ape be any different? The problem in Julie's mind was not the
nudity. She had been seen naked by scores of men. No, the problem was the sense
of power this would give him over her. Naked would leave her with a tremendous
sense of vulnerability. This she needed to prevent if she was to maintain
psychologically strong in the face of this adversity.
"Please. Don't do this to me. I'll behave. I'll take back my words to you.
Please, I beg you." Her sobs were becoming uncontrollable now as she pleaded
with him to not strip her.
"But naked is the only state for a slave to be." Greg laughed. "Don't tell me
that you have never been seen naked by men before! I suspect that you have been
perfectly willing to display your charms to anyone in exchange for what you
desired. So, we'll just get on with removing these clothes."
Watching Julie's efforts to relieve the pressure on her arms, Greg moved behind
her out of her sight and gripped the zip at the top of her black dress. Pulling
it slowly downwards, he revealed the smooth skin of her back that was bisected
by the black strap of her demi-bra. Greg produced a knife and returning to face
Julie again, he slowly inserted the knife blade under each of the shoulder
straps of the bodice of the dress and cut each one allowing the top of the black
dress to fall around Julie's waist. With little delay, Greg then pushed the
remains of the dress over Julie's hips until it pooled at her feet, leaving her
clad only in a black bra, matching thong and garter belt, that held up her black
stockings.
Determined to see more of Julie's charms, he unclipped the fastener of the black
bra and then, tantalising the poor woman, cut the shoulder straps so that the
bra fell to the ground. Greg stood back and considered the sight before him of
Julie tethered for his use and enjoyment. His hands reached out to grip her the
soft mounds of her tits as they hung slightly due to the position of Julie's
arms. He kneaded and pulled at the dependant globes, pulling and twisting the
nubs between his thumbs and index fingers.
"You have a fine pair of tits on you, woman." Greg said. "I'll warrant that
they will swing and bounce well as you are fucked, and also when you feel the
lash across their softness."
Julie's arms are beginning to really ache now. Oddly enough, so are the backs of
her legs. She had to stand on her tiptoes to keep her arms from breaking and the
position has caused a lot of pain in her calves. Every time she tried to lower
onto her feet, the pain on her arms became too great. The only thing she could
do was to try to remain motionless until the man came to his senses. Nobody got
away with this kind of thing in the 21st century!
~ At least he seemed to stop before removing her panties. Was there still time
to turn this around? ~
Looking at Julie clad only in her underwear, Greg secured her legs to fastenings
in the floor that ensured that her ankles were kept 18 inches apart. Inserting
the knife into the waistband of the thong and garter belt, he cut them and then
slowly pulled the material from her body, revealing her naked before his eyes.
As Julie's stockings lost their support, they slipped down her legs and Greg
casually ripped them from around her ankles.
Greg picked up Julie's underwear and placed it upon a small tray situated on the
top of a metal column, just a few feet away from Julie. "This is a little
ceremony that I indulge in with each new slave to emphasise the change in her
status from a free person to that of a slave girl, who is here to please and
serve." Greg informed Julie.
Spraying the small pile of underclothing with petrol from a can of lighter fuel,
he ignited the flammable material and stood watching it burn away until it was
just a small pile of ashes.
"Those were the symbols of your freedom with which you were able to use to cover
the intimate parts of your body. The fact that I have just removed them, and
they have been destroyed in front of your own eyes will, I hope teach you that
what you previously considered was yours to protect and conceal now belongs to
your owners and trainers and will be available at all times for their use and
enjoyment." Greg addressed the naked figure of Julie.
Tears filled her eyes as she watched her underwear go up in smoke. She heard his
words but refused to believe them. "I have more where those came from, you
bastard! I will escape from here and see you all behind bars for what you are
doing to me." This brave, meaningless speech was delivered in a breaking voice.
Her sobs were coming more frequently as she began to understand exactly how
helpless she was. The only thing she had left was her dignity and will to
resist, whilst her only hope was to show him that she would not bend to his
will, no matter how much he hurt her. She wondered just how far Greg was
prepared to go.
"Do not worry, woman you probably will never again have the opportunity to wear
such garments." Greg informed Julie.
Greg brought over a metal tray, on which was a previously prepared hypodermic
syringe containing the same chemical as used by James and placed it on a table
in front of Julie.
He then proceeded to advise Julie of the efficacy of the chemical contained in
the syringe and its ability to heal and control. Her eyes widened as he
approached with the needle but all she could manage was a soft keening. "Please
don't," she pleaded with tears running down her face. Stripping her nude had
made her feel so vulnerable to him, more so than the restraints. She again
tried again to free herself from her bonds, but it was useless.
Julie shuddered to think why he might want to increase her pain threshold, what
further tortures did this monster plan to inflict upon her?
Taking a firm grip on Julie's left breast as it hung dependant from her body,
Greg squeezed the soft globe until just the nipple projected through his
fingers. "This will hurt you more than it will hurt me!" Greg said laughing, as
he inserted the needle about 2 inches deep into Julie's nub. Depressing the
plunger, the chemical was injected into Julie's system, there to quickly do its
work of altering her body's recovery time and also her mind's ability to revolt.
"We will give the injection a short time to begin to act, and then we will see
how effective it is in raising your pain threshold." Greg said ominously. "You
will find your future life as a sex slave demanding, as your Masters and
Mistresses will wish to make use of your body in a variety of ways. Some will
decide to make use of you sexually and these sessions may be for very long
periods, thus stamina will be required. Others will simply want to torture your
naked body for their own amusement and enjoyment, and the increase in the
acceptance of pain level will be extremely useful in that instance."
After a break of some 20 minutes, Greg said. "I will now see how effective the
injection is by having the pleasure of administering your first flogging. Have
you ever felt the whip on your naked body before?" Greg questioned Julie, as if
he were enquiring if she had ever been on holiday.
"What??? A whip, No, no I have never been whipped!!!" Julie responded her voice
full of horror at such a question.
"Well my dear, this will be an experience that I can assure you, you will never
forget."
Taking a small cat-of-nine tails from a nearby rack, Greg swished the 18-inch
long lengths of leather through the air, producing a low hum as the implement
cut the stillness of the room.
"I think that we will start with 20 strokes across those ass cheeks of yours to
begin with, and then maybe a few uppercuts to those lovely full breasts that
seem to be hanging and begging for the caress of the strands." Greg took great
delight in advising the naked woman of what was going to happen.
"Wait, please, please wait, I beg you!!!"" Julie cried, before he could start
swinging. "Release me now and I will have the sex with you any way you prefer.
I will do this lovingly to you and freely. Please. Release me."
As she spoke these words she felt herself getting sick. Could it be the drug he
had just pumped into her left teat? Whenever she thought of fighting back, an
incapacitating nausea would overcome her. She wanted to throw up and she was
also painfully aware of how open and vulnerable she was to this sadistic
bastard.
Greg paused on hearing Julie's offer, the leather strands of the whip still
swishing to and fro, ~ Now that was not an unusual proposition, but was the
woman going to give up so soon? ~
"So you say that you will have sex with me and you will do it lovingly and
freely?" Greg said. "But I can beat you with the whip, until eventually you
will obey all my commands, and I can then have you however I want. So why
should I consider your offer worthy of consideration?"
Without waiting for Julie's answer, Greg continued. "Not that I do not
anticipate enjoying your charms, but I have a better idea. My sixteen year old
son, William has just returned from boarding school and I am sure that he would
be happy to take up your offer."
At first, Julie thought that she had misheard what Greg had said. A
sixteen-year-old boy??? He was proposing to force her to allow a sixteen year
old to have sex with her? Then, seeing Greg's unsmiling face, it dawned upon
her that he was serious and that he was going to force her to allow a youth to
take and use her for his pleasure.
It was then that Julie discovered that in the township of Brookdale, all females
apart from those granted exemption and a licence, were subject to the control of
all men. Thus, any male over the age of sixteen years had authority over any
woman in the community, above the age of seventeen.
From the age of three, the resident's children all lived and were schooled at
two boarding schools situated some twenty-five miles from the town and were
forbidden to visit. Parents regularly visited their offspring and normal family
units developed.
As they reached sixteen, the girls commenced an intensive training regime, which
included the use of deep hypnosis techniques or a form of brainwashing, to teach
them to be feminine and to realise that from the age of seventeen, they would be
expected to be submissive to any men that they might encounter. In effect, they
were trained to become slaves and fully obedient to all men. The training was
always successful and they emerged from the school ready to serve and obey any
male in authority over them.
During their last year at the school, the boys were schooled in the various
aspects of male dominance. At the age of sixteen, the boys were allowed to
return to the community and put into place the specialised instruction that they
had received. When the girls reached seventeen, they also returned to the
community to find employment and, by demonstrating the success of their
submissive training and acceptance of their slavery, hopefully found a husband
or even a Master to serve.
The females granted exemption were those individuals that had shown that they
were capable of controlling others and, after passing stringent testing, they
were granted a licence to acquire the status of a Domme.
The township was open to visitors, who were required to give an undertaking that
they would fully observe and accept the unique byelaws and that any female
visitors would obey fully the rules governing women.
The Wardens, who made regular patrols of the township, policed the byelaws of
Brookdale. The Wardens had full authority to enter any home to ensure that the
accepted practice of male domination was being observed. In the event of any
visitors who did not accept the operation of the system, they were arrested on
trumped-up charges and sentenced to spells of imprisonment in the local jail and
any details of their visit expunged from the records.
Thus Julie would now find that she was in a new world, where her previous
attitude that females should be treated as equal to males does not apply. She
would learn quickly and possibly painfully, that her personal desires and wishes
held no importance to the men of Brookdale.