Taken

TAKEN -2

M y heart raced deep inside my chest, I could feel the blood being forced around every inch of my soul, as I heard his chariot pull up outside.

Master's voice was prominent and echoed around the halls as he greeted my soon to be husband.

The wedding was to take place in the elegant grounds of masters hall, all I had to do was stay in my room and wait till the music was played. I had been instructed on how to behave down to how I should take my first step from this room. Master had engaged a woman to dress me, it had been months since I had worn anything but my shroud, and I felt peculiar as I stood and looked at the strange image smiling back at me from the mirror.

This golden dress was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen, it clung flatteringly to my delicate figure, my breast's stood prominent from the Basque beneath and my feet were clad in golden slippers. How elegant I looked, but I knew that from that day on, that would be the last dress or clothing of any kind other than my shroud that would decorate my flesh.

How long I stood there in the mirror, I embraced every moment of my last moments in my masters house.

My heart fluttered as I took my first step from my room when I was called, the music started. The room was full of figures of people I had never seen before, how the women looked elegant in their white dresses and the men so handsome in their dark suits, none however where as handsome as Master.

I could see my husband to be, seated at the far end in front of the man who would perform the ceremony. I did everything as instructed; I kissed the hands of the women as I passed, then the feet of the men in the front few rows of seats, and then took my place by his side.

The service was long and drawn out although I couldn't understand a word.

I sat in that seat the whole of the day, not daring to move, I knew my place.

When all the guests had left Master approached me "on your knees" I did as he requested and looked up at his chest," you performed well today, I am proud of you, now you have but one task to complete for me"

"I am willing to accomplish any task you set me sir, to the best of my abilities" I said as I lowered my head.

His hand rested lightly on my crown, "then follow me" he demanded.

I did as he requested and my husband, Master and I went to a room in the house I had never seen before.

The stairs were steep on the decent and a few times I was worried I would trip, the candle master held barely lit the path in front of him, and it didn't reach my feet.

"Remove the clothes" my husband demanded, this was one of the first ever orders he gave me and I followed it instinctively.

It was cold down there, seems we were in a cellar of some sort. When the lamps around the room where lit, my eyes widened as I saw a range of, what can only be described as equipment. I didn't know the use for most of them; however the chains attached to the frame in the centre I had a good idea about.

There I stood in all my glory, my nipples as hard as bullets, and my groin dampening with every second that passed. Unable to stare into his eyes, I looked at his body as he removed his top; leaving only his trousers and waist band, I turned and looked at Master he had done the same.

"This will be your last ever lesson with me" Master said, as he approached and helped me to my feet.

My heart began to race as he placed the shackles around my wrists and chained me to the ceiling, my arms spread, I was vulnerable and defenceless.

My husband walked over to the wall and took down a whip, which was hanging there, I knew what was coming and so closed my eyes, gritted my teeth and bore the brunt of the flogging, this was unlike any flogging id ever had before. He alternated his strokes from light and caressing to severe and sinister. My legs twisted up together and I tried with all my might to stay on my feet, the flogging didn't stop however until I could no longer take the weight of my body, I hung there limp and useless.

I remember coming to and looking over at them, they were perched on the floor together drinking and laughing, laughing at me. I was still in the shackles, my back and legs were sore from the blows and my wrists were torn and bleeding from the restraints.

Something was new though; I looked down and saw the bar they had placed between my legs. I cringed as I saw they had shaved me totally, they had removed my maiden hair.

"It's about time you awoke" said my husband as he came towards me. He ran his fingers over my tender inflamed flesh, I moved a little, terrified of his touch and he slapped me. "Is that anyway to greet your new master" he said as he kissed the remnants of my soft tissue.

"Sorry sir" I whimpered, I hung my head low so I wasn't looking into his face and steadied my posture as he slipped his fingers between my buttocks.

I had never been invaded by a man's piece until then, the nearest I had got was sucking my previous master. My new master wasn't interested in this at the moment, I felt his fingers slide inside my tense tight pussy, he looked at his father and smiled "Thank you father, she is still everything I expected from you". I felt his fingers make their way around to my anus; I gritted my teeth as he parted my cheeks and slid his thick thumb inside my bum hole.

Once satisfied, he unchained my hands from the ceiling, what a relief this was for a few seconds, until he re-shackled my hands to the leg spreader, bending me as far as I ever thought would be possible. Gathering the chain from the ceiling he attached it to the bar and pulled me off the floor with his sheer strength. There I hung, legs wide apart arms attached to the bar, every opening as wide as possible for his perusal and use.

I stared upward at the roof as he swung me gently too and fro, caressing my soft massacred skin, then I felt him enter me, shivers ran down my spine as this alien intruder invaded and violated my sacred opening.

The pain was momentary but the memory of that moment will stay with me forever.

Afterward I was released from my tethers and ordered to dress, here I sit in the coach on the way to my new masters abode, a mixture of feelings sinking and tearing me apart, what was the future going to bring.

Littlered.