The stone cell was damp and dark, with freezing water trickling down granite blocks and making small crystal flourishes on the floor. A gust of wind tore through the rusted bars of a single window and chafed her sleeping figure. She shivered and moaned, flashing her emerald-green eyes open. A swift glance around brought a frightened exhale which further intensified when weighty metal shackles were discovered bounding her arms and legs. They painfully clasped the flesh. Confused and sporadic memories swirled in her mind…the sly smile of her first trainer, the auction, a dark figure with the highest bid, then stern hands forcing a glass with foul-smelling liquid to her rose-petal lips,…and then nothing. Ray’s arms helplessly intertwined around her nude body, trying to remain warm while the north wind howled outside. Hours passed in crushing loneliness and uncertainly before the metal bolts unexpectedly screeched in their hinges forcing the cellar door open and allowing passage for two men to step inside. Both were clothed in exquisite eastern robes of cerulean silk and wool, black leather boots, and sturdy floggers attached to broad belt sides. Ray anxiously pressed her back to the cold blocks, green eyes fearfully darting in the direction of the newcomers.
One man snapped his fingers and pointed to a spot near him, “Kneel”.
Barely able to perceive the words through her frantic heartbeats, Ray remained frozen in place, breathing in sharp little gasps. The command was repeated with no effect.
A dark smirk lingered on the lips of the other man: “I thought you would acquire a more obedient slave. This girl is still willful.”
“Her trainer assured me she would be most pleasing with some discipline. In any case, such beauty is rare. Just look at her eyes.”
The man walked forward and roughly forced Ray’s chin up, her large eyes the color of forest greenery meeting the devious azure of his. He smiled with satisfaction, “Exquisite little one”.
Ray shrugged his hand away indignantly, sliding against the wall. Jerome laughed and grasped the delicate upper arm, yanking the girl to her feet in one motion. It was no use resisting. As Ray struggled, both of her arms were pulled behind her back and secured with leather cords that laced firmly past the elbows. She was dragged out of the cell into a dimly lit corridor and then jostled into another open door. It led to a room of significant proportions and soaring carved ceilings, with expensive oriental rugs and daggers adorning its walls. The hefty door lock snapped shut behind her. Bamboo partitions lined room sides containing a vast array of implements: dildos of varying sizes and magnitudes, metal nipple clamps, plugs, whips, restraints, paddles, floggers, canes, belts, collars, gags, and many other things Ray could not identify. She was breathing hard and fast while being forced to her knees on the parquet floors. The leather cords constrained her shoulders to be pulled back and made her small but supple breasts stand out. Chilled from the cool ventilated air, the nipples hardened into tight rosebuds. Flustered and frightened by the new surroundings, Ray tentatively watched the two men who were wielding a wooden frame, complete with shackles and pulleys, into the center of the room. Jerome paced very close to Ray and gazed down on the shivering figure on the floor.
“I am going to make it very clear for you, pet. The rules are as follows: you are a slave. Lee and I are your Masters. You are only to speak when instructed and address us as “Master”, “Sir”, or “Milord”. You will obey our every command, swiftly and with no hesitation. If you fail to comply, punishment will follow. You will be trained as a pleasure slave and willingly perform your assigned duties. You will sometimes be tortured and punished for no particular reason other than our enjoyment and you will accept that punishment and thank us accordingly. And finally, I am not going to ask for your acceptance of these rules. You simply WILL obey. Right now wish to see what you have learned so far.”
Jerome untied the strands of his belt, folding away the silky material and exposing his large cock to her view. Ray shuddered at the sight, repulsed at the unspoken command. She tried to move away only to have her hair grasped and pulled right to the erect manhood. Ray struggled against it with an exasperated sigh “No! Let me go, let me out of here…please…”
A sadistic smile colored the man’s lips. “No?”, he mocked. “Do not worry my lovely, I will have you begging for it soon.”
With these words Ray was hoisted up to the frame by a pair of strong muscular arms. Before she could resist, her wrists and ankles were unlaced and secured into metal shackles high above her head and pulled out so tightly it hurt. A neckbrace was placed on her shoulders, forcing her head to look straight ahead and preventing any possible movement. Then something cold and sticky was rubbed on her bare bottom which was thrust back completely exposed. The paste soon felt warm and peppered the skin, causing her cheeks to clench and relax involuntarily. Jerome slowly ventured into her view range, lightly rubbing his large organ: “Is the answer still no, pet?”
Ray jerked in her bonds and shook her head frantically, anxiety lurking in the emerald depths of her eyes: “Please, don’t hurt me”. The plea went ignored as Lee positioned himself behind her, holding a thick belt in hand. The first lash chafed her delicate skin causing the poor girl to writhe and scream. Following lashes fell all across her ass and back of upper thighs leaving angry red marks which later gave rise to welts. Ray helplessly tried to twist away from each searing stroke, letting out an occasional scream in between loud sobs. She lost count of the lashea…forty, fifty, fifty five…Her beautiful face was flushed and tear-stricken, strands of wavy russet hair sticking to drenched cheeks. Jerome stood close to the chastised girl and reached out to caress a hard nipple. His hand slipped to the shaky rose-petal lips which were quivering from pain. He liked the look. Leaning down he roughly licked the lips enjoying their soft curvy texture and sweetness. This one was different from his other slaves with somewhat of an untarnished ethereal purity about her. Delicate eclipses of the body produced an unmatched elegance when she moved, even when held in restraints. Ray’s miserable and lonely cries and desperate pleas for mercy disclosed a pleasing vibrato in her voice, not unlike that of an icy mountain spring.
Jerome enjoyed every second of her despair. He harshly forced his tongue inside her mouth, smothering and crushing the refined suppleness of her crimson lips. He probed the interior in hard licks, tasting the hot stifled moans of pain. At first, Ray loathed her tormentor, desperately fighting the intense kiss that explored her innermost secrets and left the lips sore and swollen. However, the Master did not relent and Ray soon began to experience a strange warm sensation gathering in her pussy. The pitiless strokes continued to bring waves of excruciating pain, but now they were mixed with a powerful desire, a primordial drive that felt like a rounding of cyclones before a storm. She looked at her captor with a pleading gaze to release that desire. Jerome smiled knowingly and receded out of view. Finally, when the girl’s backside was a deep uninterrupted crimson and still throbbing from cruel lashes, he motioned for Lee to cease the punishment. Ray breathed intermittently between sobs, her mind wandering somewhere far away while all she was aware of was scorching pain. Inclination to resist her captors was pushed deep inside for fear of further chastisement. The desolate glance of lovely green eyes simply emitting a reluctant readiness for submission accentuated by a wish to satisfy the intense sensation in her pussy.
Jerome advanced in her direction, firmly rubbing her nipple between his fingers. “Shall I assume your attitude has changed, my little one?”. Ray responded with a slow nod.
“Answer me properly!”, he barked.
The girl jumped and whispered a weary “Yes, Master.”
He smiled lightly “Very good. Perhaps now we can proceed without your antics.”
Ray was led down from the frame, her body limp and sore. Movement hurt the burning backside and she moaned. Lee’s strong arms positioned her kneeling on the floor in front of the other man. Jerome pointed to his very hard cock and snapped his fingers. Ray hesitantly moved forward, choking back hot tears. She licked the tip of the penis, gently massaging it with her lips. He let out a low groan and thrust himself forward “Good girl, now take it in.” The large organ slid into her lovely mouth, filling it almost completely. She licked the length of it, trying to be pleasing and fighting the urge to expel his pre-cum that tasted like ashes on her tongue. She had to work vigorously on the penis, driving its shaft into proper stiffness. Her new Master was obviously used to this sort of gratification and forced his girls to work hard in order to pleasure the men properly. He began pumping in and out fiercely while she licked, sucked, and caressed his cock with her hot little mouth. When he came, she swallowed it obediently, softly crying with shame. Worst of all, the desire in her pussy escalated and she was dripping with honey without any hope for release. After he was satisfied, he took the cock out ordering Ray to lick it clean. Face burning with embarrassment, she licked until told to stop. On her hands and knees in front of this strange man and forced to perform for fear of a beating, she felt small and powerless. They owned her body, controlled her actions, and she could do nothing. Darkness and solitude grasped her mind. But furthermore, concern – what would these men do to her for their fancy? To Be Continued…
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