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CHAPTER 4
TRAINING - PART 1
I saw the lighted dock looming ahead through the fog of my over
stimulated mind. My world now reduced to an erotic dream filled with carnal
desires. I suddenly realized the mumbling filling my ears were my own. The
boat jerked sideways as it bumped into the dock causing another sexual tingle to
wash over my exhausted body me as I rocked in the 'saddle'. I barely noticed as
Francesco, Bruno and Veronica removed my restraints, taking care to hold me
steady so I would not fall to the deck of the boat. Not until they lifted me
off the two rubber cocks, so thoroughly stuffed into my pussy and ass, did my
mind begin to return to the real world. My pussy and asshole were now extremely
sensitive to even the simplest of stimulation so having myself pulled off the
phalli proved torturous as another orgasm began to build within me.
By the time they managed to get me to the dock and standing on my feet I
regained some of my composure. A good thing considering they stopped supporting
me once on the dock, my hands still secured behind my back. I had to
concentrate just to remain upright on my rubbery legs, my high-heels adding to
my difficulty. I didn't seem to be able to close my legs as I felt every muscle
in my body screaming with sore exhaustion. A light breeze coming off the lake
chilled my sweat soaked body causing goose bumps to rise on my skin as it teased
my sensitive nipples and exposed pussy. Veronica broke through my daze
attaching the leash to my collar, holding it out to one side as she attacked my
tender ass with her crop. With a squeal and small hop, I quickly started to
shuffle down the dock towards the path leading up to the cabin.
Each step was torturously difficulty, as I had to will my stiffening
muscles and rubbery legs to move while balancing on my tall heels. Nothing
could keep my mind off the feeling that my pussy and ass were still well stuffed
yet knowing they were not. I looked down at my throbbing nipples to see them
glowing deeply red, standing fully erect while still encircled by those devilish
nooses. Looking up to the cabin as I approached the path, I gave a thankful
sigh for its smooth gentle slope. The cabin seemed miles away, each step an
effort, another adventure in pain. Veronica quickly lost her patience with my
slow pace, tugging firmly on my leash while threatening with her crop. When we
finally reached the cabin my muscles managed to loosen up some, the soreness
beginning to disappear, while my lower orifices began to take on the feel of
normal dimensions again.
By the time we reached my cell in the basement of the cabin, fatigue
overcame my sweat covered my body. Veronica led me to the middle of the cell
were she removed my leash, leaving my wrists still secured behind my back and
returned to the door to talk with Francesco. Teetering on my tired legs, I
looked around this cell (it seemed like days since I was last here) and noticed
a profound change to its interior. The shock of what filled my eyes took my
mind off my sore, tired being as I took in the latest additions.
Where the bed once sat there was now a cage that couldn't have been more
than three feet wide and tall while only four feet long. The thick, gleaming
steel bars had a square opening near the top of one end about a foot square.
Chains ran from the four corners of the cage connected to a ring hanging from
the end of a cable running down from the ceiling. Several other new pieces of
'furniture' sat around the room, their obvious design to hold someone in varying
forms of bondage. My guess is that 'someone' would be me. There were also
various bars, chains and manacles hanging down from the ceiling and set into the
walls, as well as rings and tie downs sunk flush into the floor.
Several torches sticking out at forty-five degree angles from the stone
covered walls now supplied the only lighting in the cell. Their flickering
orange-red flames added to the eerie gloom of the cool damp cell. I began to
feel apprehension and a dread of what I have managed to get myself into, a
situation that I could not control. Never in my life have I ever felt so
completely controlled, almost beaten down. I just wanted to drop down to the
hard stone floor and curl up to cry myself into a deep sleep but feared the
consequences that might bring. The whole cell seemed bathed in a light haze as
fatigue continued to overwhelm my entire being.
I focused on the vision in the mirrors before me and could hardly
believe that what I saw was actually the woman of a few short days ago. Gone
was that confident, self-assured and independent woman who had climbed the
ladder of success and beat the odds to become a vice-president of a prestigious
marketing company. Instead what looked back was a slut, a sex slave that showed
all the signs of full use; naked (except for ruined stocking and "come fuck me"
shoes") cuffed and collared, make-up smeared, hair matted and body covered in a
mixture of sweat and caked on cum. Veronica will understand. I'll just tell
her that I've had enough, my fantasies fulfilled. We'll have a laugh and
continue with our vacation.
"Well, how's our slut slave doing?" Veronica startled me as stepped up
behind and unfastened my wrists. "I have a little nourishment for you," she
continued without giving me a chance to respond as she came to face me, "and you
would be wise to drink it as it might be some time before you get another
chance." Veronica held up a large glass containing some type of light green
liquid that had a thick, chalky look about it. "Don't say anything just drink
it all back as it contains all the nutrients and energy you will require for the
next stage of your training."
I took the glass from her and pondered my next move before deciding to
put an end to this madness. "I think I'm quite done with this little adventure
that you set up for me, Veronica." I found myself blurting out indignantly.
"Let's just put these games to an end and relax to enjoy the rest of our
vacation." I continued a little more softly.
Veronica's expression suddenly changed to one of outrage before I felt
her leather encased hand strike hard across my cheek, snapping my head sideways
and nearly causing me to drop the glass. "You insolent slut," Veronica barked
loudly into my ear before I had a chance to turn back to face her, my cheek now
burning from her strike, "how dare you talk back to your Mistress. You might
have proven yourself the slut we want but you obviously require quite a bit more
training to prove yourself the slave we know that you want to be. Now drink up
you meal and keep your mouth shut before you make me silence that trashy slut
mouth of yours." She commanded raising her hand, poised to deliver another
severe blow across my still sore cheek.
Wide-eyed and trembling with fear I quickly raised the glass to my lips
and began to drink back the sweet yet chalky liquid hoping to buy some time to
think out my next move. I chugged back the entire contents without stopping and
presented the glass back to Veronica as I licked the remaining liquid from
around my mouth. As Veronica was placing the empty glass on to a table, I took
the risk to plead my case once again. "Look Veronica, I never told you I wanted
to become your little sex slave." I began, trying to hide my fear behind the
sternest, most authoritative voice I could muster. "I only went along with you
little sex games for the fun and excitement of fulfilling my fantasies. Now
that they are more than satisfied, I think it's time to put an end to this
charade. Just tell me were my clothes are and I will find my own way back
home."
I had barely finished before Veronica's head snapped around to face me,
followed by the rest of her body as she spun on the balls of her booted feet.
She said nothing but snapped her fingers before holding out the same hand to
receive what was obviously some sort of gag. I never had a chance to react as
another unseen hand grabbed me by the hair from behind and pulled my head
uncomfortably backwards. I let out a shriek, as it seemed my hair was being
pulled out from my scalp. Veronica took full advantage of my gapping mouth and
drove home the gag, its rubber phallus quickly muffling my protests. In a
flash, the gag became tightly buckled behind my head and just as quickly, my
wrist cuffs were locked to a spreader bar hanging down from the ceiling. I
tried to lash out at my tormentors with my legs only to lose my balance leaving
me hanging by my arms from the spreader bar above my head. I struggled to get
my feet under myself as I heard laughter coming from all around the cell. I
finally managed to regain my balance getting my feet back underneath me; I could
see Veronica, Francesco and Bruno standing behind me in the mirror enjoying my
struggle.
Out of breath and sweating, I stood up straight breathing heavily
through my nose before instinctively trying to suck a large breath through my
mouth, forgetting the gag that stuffed my mouth. I received another surprise as
the rubber phallus responded by growing in size and length as I vainly tried to
suck in air. Before I could react and stop my sucking the fake cock pushed to
the back of my mouth towards the entrance of my throat. This sudden and
unexpected intrusion caused me to gag and retch before my teeth bit down on the
unwelcome invader. Suddenly I heard air escaping and the phallus pulled out of
my throat as it returned to its previous dimensions. Tears were now freely
running down my cheeks as my nose leaked fluid over the faceplate of the gag.
How did I get myself into this situation and how was I going to get myself out
of it? How did I lead Veronica to believe that this is what I wanted? Was this
her plan all along? To befriend me, so she could trick me into sexual servitude
for her own pleasure. My mind was now racing out of control, a situation I had
never encountered in my life. I had always been in complete control of all
aspects of my life; this was foreign to me.
"You seem to forget," Veronica started forcefully, bring me back the
reality around me, "you signed yourself over to us to use whichever way we
choose for 30 days. We have absolutely no intention of allowing you out of your
contractual obligation." She continued. "By the time we are finished with your
training you will, in fact, be a willing participant. You might not realize it
now, considering your background, but I have long known that your true nature is
one of submission. Your true desire is to be dominated, to remove the stress of
decision making and the responsibility for others." I couldn't find a good
argument, not that I would be able to express it, as lately I found the weight
of my career and lifestyle to be crushing. Veronica now circled me while
running her leather-clad hand lightly over my clammy skin continuing her
monologue. "You enjoyed the last couple of days of unbridled sexual abandon and
proved yourself the slut we are looking for but you still need training. Your
own pleasure is not important, only the pleasure that you give holds any
importance."
With that said Veronica stepped back to stand tall several feet in front
of me, her leather encased fists pushed into her hips. A stern look covered her
face while her body language spoke volumes of her dominance over my situation.
With a simple nod of her head, I felt hands begin to pull my ruined stockings
down my legs and my heels removed, leaving me completely naked, my arms pulled
out wide over my head. The muscles and tendons of my legs and feet complained
as my feet rested flat on the cold stone floor of the cell. I had been wearing
the high heels for so long my legs and feet had become accustomed to supporting
me with them on. Veronica stood in front of me glaring into my eyes as I tried
returned her glare in a feeble attempt at defiance. All the aches of my
previous ordeals now seemed to disappear, as did the almost crippling fatigue;
obviously, an effect of the cocktail Veronica had me drink. I wondered what
other effects this potion was to inflict upon me.
I didn't have long to wait as a feeling of euphoria soon began to wash
over my entire being causing my body tingle as though a hundred tiny fingers
were caressing me. The rest of the cell seemed to haze over leaving me in a
tight cocoon of the reality that stood before me. I barely noticed Veronica's
wave before feeling my legs spread wide and the manacles fastened tightly around
my ankles holding my feet firmly three feet wide. The spreader bar, holding my
arms wide, then raised higher into the ceiling pulling by body taught. I had to
raise my heels off the floor in order to take some of the strain off my
overworked shoulders and grab on to the bar. Trying to pull my feet back
together, I was met with the realization that another spreader bar held my legs
wide. The euphoria I had felt now turned to resignation as I realized that
Veronica now had complete total control over me.
Veronica now stepped away from in front of me, moving to the side, just
as I felt the sting of a jet of icy water hit my back. This caused me to jump
in my bonds as a muffled screamed escaped from around the gag in my mouth.
Without thinking, I instinctively sucked back at the gag only to be treated to
the rubber cock invading into my throat once again. This time I was able to
suppress my gag reflex only to realize that I had managed to restrict my airway
with my oral phallus. I began to panic as the cold, watery assault continued.
Thankfully, I remembered to bite down on the gag to release the air and allow it
to return to its original dimensions. As the phallus deflated, I realized the
completeness of my humiliation as I felt my bladder begin to empty spraying its
warm liquid down in front of me and over my legs. The purpose of the floor
drains now became obvious as a rubber coated figure stepped in front of me
continuing to spray me, head to foot, with the icy water. After a few stinging,
cold passes over my naked body the rubber figure turned the spray off and moved
out of my sight.
There I stood, manacled and stretched, left to drip dry in the cool air
of the cell. Breathing heavily through my nose, my heart pounding as my dimpled
body quaked from the cold assault. "Feeling more refreshed slut?" Veronica
asked rhetorically. "I see you took care of your full bladder, so we can
continue uninterrupted with your training. We first need to demonstrate the
difference between training, punishment and pleasure before we can continue
further." She continued, as long wooden stand wheeled in behind her. I quickly
began muffled protests, shaking my head violently, as I saw what this stand
held. "Oh settle down. You'll experience all these lovely toys soon enough.
Don't be so impatient." Her words dripped of sarcasm. "Once you understand the
varying degrees of distress that can be inflicted upon you, we will first
address the punishment that you have earned before continuing with your
training."
Veronica turned to the stand and began to examine the implements hanging
from their respective pegs as she fondled and hefted each one in turn. I knew
the purpose of these implements; they were used to inflict pain, even torture,
on their victims. Their origins easily traced back to the torture chambers of
history and inquisitions of times gone by. I was astounded be the varying
shapes and sizes of all these implements that Veronica now fondled with the
glint of a child in a candy store. She soon explained to me that their use was
essentially the same; it was only the severity that determined whether it was
training, punishment or "pleasure". Once dry she would demonstrate to me the
difference. Veronica then walked away, leaving me dangling stretched out and
hanging to drip-dry. The cool air chilled my wet body from the outside as
warmth began to grow within me. My mind was becoming muddled by conflicting
thoughts, as I was not sure if it was fearful dread or expectant desire.
Time seemed to past slowly and my mind wandered until I realized that I
was now sucking my mouth phallus deep into my mouth then using my lips (not my
teeth) to allow it to withdraw. I was actually giving my gag a deep-throated
blowjob as I drifted towards sexual desire once again. The cool water ran down
my body teasing my erect nipples before sliding over my sensitive clit causing
my exposed pussy to ooze its hot juices mixing with the water before dripping to
the floor. I could also feel the water run down my spine channeling into the
crack between my ass cheeks teasing my sphincter before combining with the
mixture from my pussy. I no longer felt the cool atmosphere of the cell as my
body began to flush with the warmth of desire. If only the phallus filling my
mouth could fill my pussy or ass. I was quickly brought back to reality with
the sound of a flogger slap against the stand before me.
"Time for your first lesson Taraslut." Veronica barked. "We will start
out light then move to the more stringent before changing to some of the more
specialized implements." She instructed before continuing. "I will be giving
you a taste of what to expect from each classification of flagellation before we
begin with the punishment that you have earned. After you have been punished,
we will be give you time to reflect on your indiscretions before your true
training will begin."
Veronica now held the flogger that she had "introduced" me to earlier in
the boat. She informed me that this is probably the most sensuous flagellum but
could easily become one of the most painful that they use. With that said, she
wasted little time in moving behind me and introducing me to "the whip". The
first stroke surprised me more than it hurt causing me to jump with a start.
Veronica then continued to slap the multi-strands of the flogger lightly across
my back, ass and legs causing my skin to lightly sting and warm. I must confess
that the entire scenario made me begin to feel very sexually charged. Maybe
this was partly caused by the potion they had me drink earlier combined with my
mental and physical fatigue. I soon felt my well-bound body begin to betray me
as I felt my nipples harden even more and my juices begin to flow between my
legs. I now felt completely dominated for the first time in my life as Veronica
continued with her light flogging demonstration. I felt control over my sexual
urges begin to slip away as I toyed with the fake cock stuffing my mouth,
longing for the feel of having my pussy and ass just as stuffed.
Veronica soon brought me out of my sexual reveling as the flogger rained
down hard across my warmed, tightened ass cheeks. The long leather thongs of
the flogger covered my ass with stinging accuracy, their ends wrapping around to
sting my hip. She then changed to the other side to repeat the assault bring
muffled shrieks from around the gag filling my mouth. Now Veronica was raining
down blow after blow onto my back as I tried to scream for her to stop while my
head shook violently from side to side. Just as abruptly as my flogging began,
it stopped. My eyes now filled with tears I could barely make out the figure
standing before me as Veronica. A few moments passed allowing my eyes to clear
somewhat until I could see her evil little smile as she absent-mindedly ran her
finger through its thongs.
"How did you like your first little lesson, slave?" Veronica hissed
through her curled lips. "I am now going to continue to introduce you to the
rest of these implements. First, I will give you a taste of how they will feel
when we are playing and having some fun then you will find out how they feel
during punishment periods for your indiscretions. You will definitely be able
to tell the difference. After we are finished with this demonstration your gag
will be removed for your punishment as you will be required to speak." She
instructed then began to turn towards the rack but stopped and turned to face me
once again. "I almost forgot. Put the idea of using any safe words, as they
mean nothing during your training period. You may beg and plead all you what
but you will find they will fall on deaf uncaring ears. They might actually end
up increasing your punishment."
With that said Veronica turned back to select another implement to use
on me, holding it up so I could see its design. She repeated this process for
each of the implements before demonstrating their use on me starting out with a
few light strokes followed by a few heavier ones against different areas of my
poor, tortured body. I recognized all the implements only because I had either
seen them somewhere before or items similar. By the time Veronica was finished
with her introductions I was weeping like a baby, my eyes burning, tears
steaming down my face mixing with the mucus leaking out of my nose before
dripping down onto my burning breasts. Most of the implements that she used
gave me a sensual, erotic feeling when used lightly only to be turned against me
in punishing blows. Two of these however proved to be torturous even with mild
blows. The first was a paddle covered with tiny holes that bite into my flesh
leaving me with feeling I had just sat down on a bed of nails. Even this didn't
compare to the last implement, a devilishly thin and flexible rod (about a thick
as a pencil) that sent a loud 'swish' through the air before its strike. Its
sting drove deep into my body wherever it struck. I knew in my mind that I
would do anything to avoid feeling these two pieces of torture again.
I now stood stretched out, my stinging body drenched in sweat, as they
relaxed behind me laughing at my predicament. As my eyes cleared I stared into
the mirrors before me to see my body covered with bright red stripes, the most
pronounced being the thin welts caused by that evil switch across my thighs.
Every muscle in my body ached from abuse of strain, my jaw clenched tightly to
the phallus in my mouth, my hands wrapped tightly around the bar above me and my
shoulders taking the strain of supporting my weight. I felt myself begin to
gain strength from the knowledge that I managed to survive my ordeal without
losing consciousness. Suddenly my newfound strength and pride soon became
replaced with the dread of the realization that Veronica still intended to
punish me for whatever "indiscretion" I was accused. She now stood before me
wearing her wicked smile while toying idly with the thongs of the flogger once
again.
"I would pay close attention," Veronica began, "or you might find this
punishment session quite a bit more painful than it has to be." She now began
to pace in front of me while lightly slapping the flogger's thongs into the palm
of her hand. "Shortly we will be removing the gag from your mouth as you will
be required to be able to speak. You will only be allowed to say what I am
going to tell you to say. If you try to protest or get mouthy again, you will
only incur more punishment. Do I make myself perfectly clear?" I quickly
nodded my head affirmative not wishing to feel the sting of her implements
anymore than I had to. "Good, now let us go over what your responses will be to
your punishment. You must count off each of the 20 strokes from this flogger
that you have earned. After each number, you will then thank me and ask
politely, 'may I have another, Mistress'. If you forget to count, lose count or
fail to be polite we will begin back at 'one'. You can scream or cry all you
want but it will make absolutely no impact on me and might actually cause you to
miss on of your assignments between stokes."
I was stunned at what Veronica had just said. Not only was she planning
to flog me 20 times but also she expected me to thank her before asking for
more. I never imagined Veronica could be so cruel. My chance to protest came
shortly as I felt the gag's buckle being loosened and nearly spat the rubber
phallus out of my mouth as soon as I could. Veronica just stood in front of me,
hands on hips, with a stern look as she shook her head as a form of
chastisement. I immediately began to demand my release as a tirade of
expletives rolled off my tongue. Veronica's expression remained unchanged as
she stepped towards me and raised her right hand high before heavily striking my
cheek with leather covered hand. My head snapped sharply to the right leaving
my left cheek burning from her strike. She then reached out with her left hand,
the flogger dangling from her wrist, and grabbed my sore jaw to pull my face
back around to face her. I swear I heard her hiss before she told me that
little outburst would earn some extra punishment. I would find out soon enough
what that would be but first I would have to endure the initial punishment.
With that said, Veronica stepped in behind me. I could see her
preparations in the mirrors on the wall in front of me. I watched as she pulled
back the flogger to begin and tensed my body to prepare for that first strike.
I heard a swish of air just before the flogger made contact with my back pushing
a squeal out of my mouth. I struggled vainly in my bonds trying to escape from
the onslaught that was to continue. Suddenly a second landed on my butt causing
a burning tingle to cover both cheeks, the vibration teasing my exposed pussy.
Veronica reminded me that I was forgetting something and unless I was willing to
be punished all night, I might not what to forget again. I shouted out "TWO"
only to be corrected before I had a chance to continue with my monologue.
"You know the rules, slut," Veronica barked, "one mistake and we begin
back at 'one'.
I had little time to try to voice my complaints as her flogger stung my
back once again. I quickly blurted out, "ONE!" Immediately followed by "Thank
you Mistress, may I have another?" Croaking it out as loudly as my strained
voice box would allow. The words were barely out of my mouth when the flogger
made contact with my burning flesh once again causing me to jerk forward in a
vain attempt to avoid her strikes. "Two," I yelled through clenched teeth
followed by my mock gratitude and beg for more. Each blow seemed to bite deep
into my flesh as I struggled to keep count while remembering to thank her and
ask for more abuse. I was unable to brace for the next blow, as she would
randomly rain them down on my back, ass or back of my legs. Nothing in my life
had ever prepared me for the pain and torture I now endured. My mind begged for
the relief of unconsciousness but the need to continue the count insured that I
kept my focus on the punishment.
After the tenth strike, Veronica seemed to have stopped her assault on
my stretched out form. I felt my entire body begin to flush hotly as blood
began to rush to my abused skin. The entire back of my body now tingled with
the prickle of a thousand needles, my whole body covered in sweat. I felt my
muscles begin to relax as my head slumped forward, a groan escaping from my
mouth and my face streaked with tears. I stood slumped against my bonds,
thankful that Veronica had mercifully cutoff her assault before administrating
the full 'punishment'. Never before in my entire life had I ever experienced so
much as a spanking or slap before that night with Veronica when I received only
two stinging blows from her flogger as encouragement, then at Francesco's Club.
Now here I am hanging, stretched out spread-eagle, from the ceiling of a cell in
the middle of nowhere mercilessly flogged by the woman that I thought to be my
best friend.
The sound of Veronica's flogger suddenly interrupted my revelry as it
cut through the air before hitting its target from the opposite side. My head
snapped upwards as my body stiffened by its sting amplified by my now sweat
covered body. My mind came crashing back to the reality of my situation just in
time to continue my stroke count. I managed to catch myself before continuing
the count at ten instead barking out "ELEVEN", my raspy voice reverberating off
the walls of stone followed quickly by my gratitude and request for more. Even
though my body jerked with every stroke of the flogger, I found that my mind
seemed to be detaching itself from my body. It seemed as though I was moving
into a new and different reality. I could vividly hear the sound of the flogger
as it moved through the air but its contact no longer brought its sting. I
could feel each of its individual thongs; they seemed to caress my burning flesh
as they sensually wrapped my body tightly.
Time seemed to stand still as my world closed in around my body. The
sound of my counting seemed to come from outside of me. I felt the flogger
awaken some deep dark desire within my soul, my body betraying my true erotic
desire for submission. Every stroke left me wanting more as my pussy continued
to moisten and twitch. My mind began to focus on the sensual caress of the
floggers soft leather fingers playing seductively on my tingling flesh. It
teased at the side of my breast then wrapped around my leg, its tips falling
agonizingly short of my desperate pussy. My breathing laboured as my desire for
release became more and more desperate with each erotic caress from my flogger.
The cool air of the cell teased my wet, sensitive and neglected breasts causing
my large nipples to stand painfully engorged demanding attention. I snapped
back to the reality of my situation as I heard my voice yell out "TWENTY-THREE "
just as the sting of the flogger registered across my ass and backs of my legs.
I clamped my mouth shut, clenching my jaw in self-loathing.
"I didn't think you would ever stop," Veronica laughed mockingly,
"begging for more. My arms were starting to get sore trying to satisfy your
desires. I am not sure if I should count this as your full punishment
considering your seemingly enjoyment of your flogging. But first we'll see how
you like your additional punishment that your nasty mouth managed to earn for
you."
My mind was awash in confusing contractions. On one hand, my body felt
the intense sting and burning left behind by the flogger, on the other the
tingle of erotic desire filled my soul. I felt an odd fulfillment from my
current condition. Chained helplessly open for whatever deviant pleasure others
might want to take upon my body only seemed to fuel my sensual desires hidden
within me. I was now becoming conflicted by the self-assured, dominant
personality I had lived with all my life and this new submissive personality
crying out to be controlled. Was I just now becoming aware of my true
personality or just subjected to the manipulation of my will to that of others?
Through my muddled mind and sore body the feeling of unrepressed sexual desire
pushed to the surface filling my entire being with exotic desire for total
erotic fulfillment.
I found myself speechless as I watched Veronica hold another smaller
flogger up for me to see. She stood four feet before me and explained that she
would be using this one for my next punishment. She stood silently as I watched
her absent-mindedly slapped its leather thongs against the palm of her hand.
Holding this small flogger straight up and down, the handle in her right hand,
her left holding its thongs taught an evil grin came to her face. Without
warning, she brought the flogger down onto one of my unprotected breasts and
hypersensitive nipples. Searing pain shot through my breast into my chest
escaping through my mouth as I instinctively yelled out "ONE!" followed by well
rehearsed beg for more. Veronica reloaded her flogger to strike it against my
other equally sensitive breast bring out an equally loud "TWO!" from my lips.
This alternate breast flogging continued until each of my breasts had
received five strokes each. Once she had stopped, the humiliating realization
came to me that I was thrusting out my chest in anticipation of the flogger's
strikes. As Veronica turned to replace the flogger to the rack I slumped my
head down to see my chest criss-crossed with the reddened stripes left behind by
the flogger. My nipples were now standing out painfully erect, glowing bright
crimson red. Veronica returned to complete my degradation as she reached
between my splayed out legs to run a leather-clad finger between my sopping
pussy lips. She then pushed her finger into my well-lubricated canal as she
began to massage my engorged clit with her thumb. I was soon in the throngs of
a massive orgasm as she continued her manipulations causing my body to jerk
uncontrollably in my bonds. She played me, as would a puppet master, while
taunting me to further heights of degradation. The jerking of my body caused my
abused breasts to bounce sending jolts of pain from my tortured nipples into my
exhausted body. My pain just added to Veronica's ministration as wave after
wave of orgasm washed of me, groans of absolute pleasure bursting from my lungs.
As quickly as she started, Veronica stopped her ministrations leaving my
fatigued body to slump against its bonds. My body quivered sporadically from
the lingering affects the orgasms that I was forced to endure. Left hanging by
my arms I soon felt my ankles released but could not find the strength to pull
my legs underneath my tortured body. A pair of large strong hands grabbed me
under my outstretched arms pulling me to my feet to allow the releasing of the
cuffs holding my arms stretched wide. My world seemed a haze of pain combined
with the lingering tingle of my wanton orgasms. I barely noticed being half
dragged towards the shower stall and pushed against the rear wall. I slowly
slid down the wall until I was sitting half-slumped over with my knees bent and
splayed out wide. The sudden stinging blast of icy water hitting my tortured
body quickly brought me back to life. A loud, somewhat hoarse, screech jumped
from my mouth as I vainly tried to escape its torrent. The water gradually
warmed and a bar of soap thrown at me to clean my "filthy body". I slowly
pushed myself to my feet, with the help of the rear wall, and worked the soap to
lather before applying it to my reddened body. Gritting my teeth, I applied the
stinging soap to my body and through my hair before rinsing off.
The shower was turned off and a towel thrown at me to dry myself. It
felt soft and thick in my hands but once I began to rub it against my skin it
felt as though made of sandpaper. I quickly changed to lightly patting my skin
dry while working at getting my hair as dry as possible. Barely able to finish,
I had the towel abruptly pulled from my hands before Bruno roughly pulled me
from the shower stall. Once out of the shower Francesco and Bruno began to rub
a soothing lotion over my stinging skin, lingering on my abused breasts teasing
my sensitive nipples. They slowly applied the lotion up my weakened legs
lingering to tease my pussy and ass as they reached my crotch. Their
manipulations made me begin to flush with sexual excitement as my mind began to
desire the feel of their manhood within me. Veronica stood before me, with a
disapproving glare, holding up a black leather body harness for me to pull onto
my body.
I took the harness from her and stepped into the two looped straps at
its bottom. Once I had it pulled up my legs she took it away from me and with
the help of Francesco finished strapping it to my body. Each leg strap rode
high on my hips running down my natural crevasse, framing my pussy, coming
together to form one thin strap behind my pussy. This strap then buried deep
between my ass cheeks before emerging to connect to a thick waist strap, which
Veronica tightly buckled in front of me. They pulled my arms through two
openings before pulling the harness up and over my shoulders. This pulled the
crotch straps even tighter causing my pussy lips to part slightly allowing cool
the air to tickle my sensitive clit seductively. Veronica gently positioned
each of my breasts into the cups formed by several straps connected to rings
that encircled each of my hardened nipples. Another thick strap ran up from the
waist strap between my breasts ending at another wide strap that was obviously a
collar. The breast cups of the harness attached to this strap as well as having
two straps running up to the collar and another two running under my arms to
another strap in back. The collar, about three inches wide, flared out to rest
on my collarbone was now tightly buckled around my neck. Lastly, they buckled
the wide strap that ran up my back to my collar and pulled it tight forcing me
to stand erect.
Veronica now began to apply small locks to each of the buckles to insure
that only she could remove this harness at her pleasure. She then picked up a
pair of heels handing them to me before ordering me to put them on as she toyed
with the crop at her side. I noticed that they had the same 5-inch heels that
Veronica seemed to favour, slightly thicker, flaring out towards the bottom.
Bending over to put on these shoes proved torturous as the straps of my harness
dug deeper into my ass crack and pulled my pussy lips wider. Balancing on one
leg, I slipped the first shoe's strap over my toes and fastened the strap
tightly around my ankle. However, the second shoe proved somewhat more difficult
as balancing on the high heel was a little dicey. Once on, I found them quite
comfortable. The short platforms at the toe provided a nice cushioning for the
balls of the feet and seemed to form to my toes. The wide straps around my
ankles fastened with Velcro, which confused me considering Veronica normally
chose to lock the shoes onto my feet.
"You had better get use to these heels," Veronica hissed as she stood to
face me, "as you will be wearing these and maybe even more extreme heels from
now on. There might be the odd exception but that will be fairly rare." She
stood staring me down as she allowed this latest revelation sink into my mind.
Bruno used this time to pull my arms roughly behind me and buckle wide leather
cuffs around my wrists, locking them together as well as to one of the many
rings that dangled from my harness. Veronica slowly circled my harnessed body
while pulling and tugging at the many straps that held my body captive, ensuring
they fastened tightly to my body. Turning on her heels, she slowly made her way
towards the cage I had noticed earlier.
Watching Veronica slink so sensuously away from me, her firm body so
perfectly encased in the gleaming leather of her bustier and mid-thigh, stiletto
heeled boots, caused me to flush with desire. I felt a pang of jealousy towards
the thin straps of the g-string riding over the tops of her ass cheeks then
disappearing into the cleavage of her ass. I found myself envisioning myself on
my knees, behind her, her ass thrust into my face as I lovingly teased her pussy
and asshole with my hot tongue. I have never been as desiring of another woman
as I found myself now. I was so confused. This was the same woman that just a
short while ago was flogging my fatigued body without mercy. Now all I could
think about was to have the opportunity to submit to her sexually, satisfying
her for my own satisfaction. My entire being now so profoundly aroused by the
erotic, craving the satisfaction of sexual use once again.
Reality came back to my situation as Francesco gripped one of my arms
and began to pull me over towards the cage. I was now able to get a better look
at this cage as I stumbled to catch up with Francesco's pace. Though it might
have been suitable for the average sized dog, a person would find it extremely
cramped. It could not have been more than four feet long and probably only
three feet wide and high. Its thick, shining metal bars were spaced only a few
inches apart giving it an even more claustrophobic feel. Veronica stood erect
at one end, holding open a door to the cage with one hand as the other
impatiently tapped her crop against her leather-clad leg. Francesco positioned
me at the opening facing Veronica's impatient stare. I had earlier tried to
deny the inevitable but it was now obvious that I would be spending some time in
this small cramped cage. Veronica lifted my head with her crop under my chin.
My mouth was about to open in foolish protest of this treatment just as the
tongue of her crop lightly tapped my parted lips. Her face had an evil scowl
across it as she slowly shook her head from side to side.
"Will you not learn to keep you foolish thoughts to yourself? It is
obvious that your thinking needs further adjustment." Veronica admonished.
"Slaves are not allowed to speak unless instructed to do so. The sooner you
learn this most important lesson the easier it will be for you." She continued
as she nodded her head to the men behind me. "This will be your new
accommodations for a while so I suggest that you make yourself comfortable."
Veronica fell silent as I felt a strong pair of hands take hold of my
shoulders to turn me towards the opening of the cage. The hands forced me down
to the hardness of the cold stone floor, its unevenness biting into my bare
knees. Once I was sitting back onto my heels, a hand pushed my head forward and
into the cage. This caused the thin strap buried deeply between my ass cheeks
to dig in even deeper bringing a squeal of pain from my lips. This only served
to give Veronica another reason to use her crop on my well-exposed ass. I
instinctively lunged forward to escape the attack only fall flat on my face and
breasts. On one hand I was thankful for the lightly cushioned rubber flooring
of the cage as it protected my face from damage but on the other hand its
inherent stickiness grabbed hold of my painful breasts, making them feel as
though were being torn from my body. I crawled, as quickly as my bound arms
allowed, into the cage to relieve the strain on my breasts and escape Veronica's
attack on my stinging buttocks. With my head at the far end of the cage, almost
pushed against the bars, and the rest of my body fully inside its confines, the
assault on my ass ceased.
My body now covered in sweat, my breathing rapid and shallow, I sat
prone with the side of my face pressed against the bottom of the cage. A large,
strong hand held one leg firmly as I felt something hard and rigid encircle my
ankle. Once I felt the tightness around my ankle and the sound of the latch
closing, I knew they were planning to manacle my legs together. With my other
foot now placed into another rigid manacle and latched, my feet were crossed and
immobile. The door to the cage closed, pushing its cold steel bars against the
hot bare skin of my still stinging ass. The criss-crossed manacles forced my
knees wide leaving me quite exposed. The sound of a lock latching reverberated
off the cell's walls sending a shiver up my spine, causing my body to slump as
tears filled my eyes. I began to whimper, as a heavy cloud of doom seemed to
fill my being. I could no long see any way out of my predicament as the fear of
my eternal entrapment over took my thoughts. My body began to shake as I cold
chill swept over my prone body; yet I continued to perspire.
I heard whispering behind me followed by subdued laughing. Suddenly I
felt something lightly brushing the backs of my legs, running up from behind my
knees to the bottom of my ass cheeks. This continued for a few minutes until I
felt it rubbing between my cheeks, over the strap buried there before pushing
between my outstretched, bent legs. My body began to betray me as I felt the
unmistakable tingle of arousal begin to form in my lower abdomen. My whimpers
soon turned to light moans as I instinctively pushed my hips forward against the
intruder ensuring it easier access to its ultimate target. I strained my head
to look back between my legs, catching a glimpse of Veronica's crop, as I felt
its wide leather tongue lightly began to slap at my pussy, its textured shaft
sawing between my now slick nether lips. I could no longer control my lust, my
hips pumped in unison with the crop as it continued to tease my pussy and clit.
My juices were now flowing freely as I felt an orgasm begin to build
deep within me causing my breathing to become heavy and laboured with moans. My
legs quaked uncontrollably; the rubber floor teased my hard, crushed nipples. I
began to fantasize about having a big, hard cock pounding into my desperate
pussy when suddenly to manipulation stopped. A mournful sigh escaped my mouth
and my humiliation was complete as I whimpered and begged Veronica to finish
what she had started. All three burst out in mocking laughter causing what
pride I had left melt to away.
The click of Veronica's heels on the stone floor as she ran her crop
over the bars of the cage told me she was moving to the front of the cage. I
saw her boots come into my view and tried lift my head and raise my body. The
confines of the cage and my bound hands made such movement impossible. I just
didn't have the energy left and my head rested back down to the comfort of the
cool rubber floor. The fight all but drained from me, left me to stare,
whimpering, at her well-heeled feet.
The whirl of an electrical motor caught my attention, as my cage slowly
began to lift into the air. There I was, prone, watching Veronica's firm,
leather covered body pass before my eyes. By the time the cage stopped its
upwards travel, I was staring at the thin triangle formed over her pouting pussy
between her slightly spread legs. The cage steadied as she reached in through
the opening near the top of the cage and grabbed a handful of my hair. My neck
strained as she pulled my head back allowing her to guide my head towards the
opening. Once through the opening Veronica allowed my head to rest on the
well-padded opening just under my chin. The weight of my upper body on my jaw
insured my continued silence. I felt something slide down behind my head coming
to rest across the back of my neck, trapping my head outside of this opening.
This now forced me to stare, straight ahead, at her firm amble breasts, their
nipples invitingly standing at full erection.
Suddenly I felt the tongue of Veronica's crop lightly toying with one of
my extremely sensitive nipples. This manipulation caused an erotic charge to
shoot through my nipple, into my breast, sending a sensually charged tingle down
my body to my still lustfully engorged pussy. Instantaneously my sex starved
clit quivered, begging for attention, where none would come. A longing whimper
and moan escaped my mouth followed by a deep sigh as I drew in a long, deep
breath. Veronica took advantage of this by pressing one of her erect nipple
between my parted lips commanding me to suckle her. My lust overcame me as I
slowly sucked the firm bud into my mouth. I greedily suckled, teasing it with
my hot, moist tongue. Pure lust overcame me; I sucked, licked and bit at her
large nipple imagining it as a small, hard cock demanding my attention. Time
was lost to me as her manipulations moved from one of my nipples to the other,
presenting me with her other nipple to suckle each time.
By the lustful sounds of ecstasy filling the cell, I knew that she was
using her other hand to bring herself to orgasm. Her amble breasts muffled my
own pleading moans as she kept me on the edge of orgasm, never to permit me the
release. Without warning, Veronica pulled away from me and stumbled backwards
for several feet before catching herself. My mouth now unoccupied, my mind
still awash in lust, I found myself begging for the relief I so desperately
desired. Veronica simply flashed me a mocking smile as her crop waved, back and
forth, in front of her face.
Veronica turned to her side, sandwiched between Bruno and Francesco,
naked from their waists down with their cocks standing proudly erect in front of
them. Veronica allowed her crop to dangle from her wrist as she reached for the
pulsating cocks (one in front, one behind) and slowly stroked them with her
leather-covered hands. She taunted me with descriptions on how velvety smooth
and hard they felt and how delicious it is going to feel to have them pounding
into her. How she looked forward to the relief they would bring to the lustful
desires brought on by our mutual foreplay. My humiliation and degradation
deepened as I found myself begging them to use me, also, for their sexual
gratification.
They laughed mercilessly at my humiliation while teasing me with the
hope that they might consider my "requests". Veronica spread her legs wide as
she bent forward to wrap her moist lips around Francesco's bulbous cock head.
Bruno positioned his hardened cock at the entrance of Veronica's steaming pussy
and slowly pushed its purplish head into her sopping canal. Veronica's tongue
was now caressing the underside of Francesco's cock as she slowly sucked its
length into her eager mouth. She used one of her hands gently massaged his
dangling ball sac, the other gripping his thigh for support. Bruno mimicked
this by slowly pushing his fat member deeper into her inviting pussy until his
balls slapped against Veronica's waiting clit. I futilely tried to block this
vision out of my sight by squeezing my eyes shut only to have the scene played,
vividly, in my mind. The sounds of sexual abandon enticed me to open my eyes as
I became transfixed watching both cocks burying themselves deep into Veronica at
both ends.
I could barely believe the depths of my depravity. Waves of jealousy
washed over me as I watched Veronica thoroughly stuffed at both ends. She
wantonly pushed her pussy back hard onto Bruno's fat cock while sucking
Francesco's straining cock deep into her throat, her hands now clamped hard onto
his ass cheeks. The sounds of frenzied rutting filled the cell, reverberating
off the stone of the cell's walls, causing me to whimper, as my deviate sexual
needs remained unfulfilled. The rigid manacles holding my ankles crossed also
held my legs wide, preventing me from applying any much-needed friction to my
aching clit. I desperately tugged and pulled at the shackles holding my wrists
tightly bound behind my back. The only thing these futile attempts accomplished
were to increase my need for sexual release. Once again, my attention moved
back to the scenario playing out in front of me, both Francesco and Bruno's
bodies jerked and stiffened while Veronica quaked around uncontrollably between
them. Muffled sounds escaping from around the cock jammed into her mouth.
Both men began to withdraw their cocks from Veronica, leaving only the
bulbous heads inside their respective orifices. They grabbed hold of their
shafts, throwing their heads back as they stroked their twitching cocks to pump
their jizm into Veronica. They both slumped forward, beads of sweat covering
their tanned, muscular bodies, allowing their cock heads to slip slowly out from
between her two sets of lips. Veronica reached one hand between her legs,
cupping her pussy, as she straightened and turned towards me. It was almost
comical to watch Veronica silently make her way over to me with her hand held
tightly between her slightly splayed legs, sucking gulps of air through her
nostrils. I did not have to wait long to find the reason for her humiliating
walk.
As she reached me, Veronica bent down and pressed her luscious, cum
covered lips against my own. I felt a hand on one of my breasts just before two
fingers started to squeeze my sensitive, hardened nipple. My mouth opened,
instinctively, to let out a gasp caused by the sudden sharp pain only to have it
filled with the hot, salty taste of Francesco's semen. I greedily swallowed
every drop offered to me before snaking my tongue into Veronica's mouth looking
for more of the nectar. Sitting on the edge of orgasmic ecstasy for so long
must have fogged my normally clear mind with lustful depravity. She removed her
lips from mine and brought her leather-covered hand up from her pussy to my
still opened mouth. Smearing a mixture of Bruno's cum and her sweet juices over
my lips, chin and face had me lapping shamelessly at her hand while she covered
my face with the mixture. Now all I could taste and smell was the aftereffect
of the unbridled sex that just played out before me. These added sensations
only worked to further fuel my insanely desperate lustful desires. My spirit
broken, my depravity complete, I found myself feebly begging for carnal release.
Veronica ignored my pleas and simply removed what lay across the back of
my neck before pushing my head back into the cage. My head slowly lowered to
the cool rubber floor of the cage as I rested one cheek against its padded
surface. My eyes filled with tears as I whimpered and sniffled through my
humiliation. My whole body tingled with monstrous unfulfilled sexual desire. I
watched as my last chances of sexual release, Francesco and Bruno, turned and
left the cell, their semi-flaccid cocks bouncing invitingly between their
powerful legs. Veronica's heels clicked loudly on the stone floor as she walked
around the cage before stopping and stooping to face me eye to eye.
"We are going to be leaving you here for a while. This will allow you
to reflect upon your short comings and come to grips with your true self."
Veronica began in a surprisingly comforting tone. "Nothing that you have or will
experience, in our time here, will be outside the boundaries of the desires and
fantasies that you have so often expressed to me." She continued as her tone
changed, taking on a stern authoritative feel. "We have gone through great
expense and effort to ensure that all of those desires and fantasies become a
reality. Until your month of ownership, sexual servitude, is completed you will
have absolutely no say how you are treated. You are to follow every command,
request and instruction without question or even comment. You have already had
a taste of what to expect if you fail or question even the most minor of tasks."
With that said, she simply stood, turned on her heels and slowly,
sensually retreated through the barred door of the cell. My heart sank into
despair as the door shut with a heavy clang. Then another thick, heavy door
closed over the barred door, the sound reverberating around the cell. Suddenly
the cell became deathly quiet. To make matters even worse, the flames on the
torches that lit the cell began to lower. Slowly drawing the cell into the
shadows until only a sight glow remained from their heated bases. The entire
cell now sank into some darkened abyss as even these faint glows surrendered.