Christine's Price to be Paid

Christine's Price to be Paid

Part 2

By Silence

The initial afternoons had stretched into days, and days into weeks. Christine knew the torment of her teacher and principal every evening and endured more than she thought possible at the beginning. The weather was colder now and the instructions to wear skirts and at times no panties meant she felt the chill of winter even more deeply. She was growing more and more accustomed to the punishments that Ms. Whelan and Mr. Starkov imposed upon her. She was enjoying the pain she received from them both in measured doses. She also learned to enjoy the pleasures that Ms. Whelan shared with her and found herself longing for a time when Mr. Starkov would make use of her in the same way. He always resisted and used her as a whipping toy or decoration with little in the way of sexuality.

The coming winter break promised a break in routine for Christine as well. She was not looking forward to the two-week break in school for a number of reasons. She would miss her friends to be sure. She admitted to herself that she would miss the rules, the orders and even the humiliation and use at the hands of her mentors. She dreaded the family trip that would take her to see family that she had long since learned to resent and avoid.

It frustrated her until the final day of school before break. The snow fell heavily outside and she shivered, but not from the cold. She sat again in Mr. Starkov's office with him and Ms. Whelan in attendance. The reason she shivered was because of the proposal that Mr. Starkov had laid out before her. She thought long and hard about it until Mr. Starkov's voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Christine, I need an answer. As we have explained, your parents have already been informed and would be most disappointed if you turned down an opportunity like this."

Christine looked up and blinked once. As she understood it her parents had been told that Christine and some other girls had been chosen to attend an advanced cheerleading camp that would end with auditions for scholarships to some big name colleges. In truth the proposal that had been placed before her was to stay at Mr. Starkov's home over the winter break and be of service full-time. She knew that small details would be worked out and the cover that they had provided would be fool-proof. She also knew that she felt ready for the next step in things and would gladly go along with it despite her nervousness. She nodded.

"Wonderful. Ms. Whelan will be joining us in a day or two, but tonight you will accompany me. Gather your things."

He stood without another word, but with a smile shared with Ms. Whelan as Christine gathered her purse and backpack. When Christine was ready Mr. Starkov led the way from the office and out to his car, leaving Ms. Whelan behind to finish additional arrangements. He walked swiftly through the cold and snowy afternoon with Christine in his wake. His car was a deep blue luxury car. Powerful and broad it was a car that matched its owner for a commanding aura. Imported at great cost directly from its European manufacturer Mr. Starkov loved being behind the wheel and in control. He opened the door for Christine first and allowed her to seat herself on the cold leather seats before he entered the other side and started the engine.

In moments they were moving with the car's heater and heated seats warming them both. Christine said nothing and sat in quiet thought as they left the school and headed south, away from the center of town. Soon enough trees eclipsed the view of houses along the road and then trees were the only things nearby. Mr. Starkov lived far south and as a result enjoyed a certain level of privacy.

The drive that the car eventually turned onto was paved and already cleared of snow. Over half a mile of twisting road led to a large house set behind a barrier of hills that hid it from view of the road. It was a shame that the large house could not be seen for it had been sculpted by fine architects and build solidly to withstand the sometimes violent weather of the Midwest. With the touch of a button the car rolled into the expansive garage and joined no fewer than four other vehicles from nearly every nationality. Japanese speed, American muscle and European elegance all in one place lent an indication that there was far more to Mr. Starkov than he allowed to be seen.

The next hour passed as if a dream to Christine. She was led from the car and into the house where lights would come alive simply when they entered a room. She saw tall vaulted ceilings that stretched high overhead. Artwork covered the walls and imported rugs accented the marble flooring. Christine was led to a bedroom appointed in plush furnishings and soft light. It made her feel warm and comfortable despite the alien nature of her visit. She turned her head to look at her principal but did not have a chance to speak before he did.

"This will be your room for the foreseeable future. You may sleep elsewhere after tonight, but that will depend on your choices. You will have more and less freedom here, in my service, than you had at school. Here you will wear what I give you and nothing else. You will be free to roam the house and explore when you are able, but most often you will be restricted to a certain area. I will make these times clear to you. There will be other people here and you will treat them politely as they will be my guests as well. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir." Christine didn't know who else would be arriving at the house, but she was sure it would mean more excitement for her. She set her backpack and purse in the room on the chair near a reading desk and her bed. When she turned Mr. Starkov was still in the doorway looking at her.

"You need to change. The clothes you are wearing are prohibited in this house. In your wardrobe you will find outfits that are more appropriate. You may wear anything you find in there, or nothing at all, but you cannot dress normally here."

Christine nodded again and began to undress, hoping in the back of her mind that Mr. Starkov would stay with her. However the heavy doors that led to her room shut as he left her alone to pick her new clothes. She undressed before she explored knowing that it would be better for him to return and find her nude than find her still dressed and just asking for punishment. Attached to the spacious room was a private bathroom with brass outlining everything from the mirror to the bathtub itself.

She decided to indulge in a hot shower and took her time washing and grooming herself. She shaved, making sure to maintain her smooth sex as Ms. Whelan had indicated she loved. A smile crossed her face when she stepped form the shower and looked at herself in the full height mirror in front of her. Her skin was smooth and despite her athletic lifestyle and the punishments of the last several weeks she was unmarked in any way. She had long, but strong legs and wide hips that only served to accent the smallness of her waist. She had small breasts, but had always been proud of the way they swelled just enough to draw attention. She was rather proud of herself as she wrapped her long hair in a towel and tied it off to soak up the excess water that her hair held.

She went to the wardrobe and opened it, looking for her new clothes. Inside were some items she knew of, some she could figure out and some she did not recognize at all. She started to sort through things until she found things she wanted to wear. Everything in the wardrobe was white and seemed to be either leather or smooth vinyl. She also noted that nothing in the wardrobe would cover very much of her. Still, she dressed as swiftly as possible and went back to the bathroom to look at herself in the mirror. She very much liked what she saw and hoped that Mr. Starkov would as well.

She had chosen her outfit with care. Long shiny stockings adorned her legs up to mid-thigh. They were impossibly tight, but she was still able to move in them enough to place high-heeled shoes on her feet that lifted her three inches. The heels forced her legs to flex a little in order to keep her on her toes and the result could be seen in her muscled legs and outthrust rear. A thick white belt ran around her body. Several inches wide it encased her in a number of straps that extended from below her breasts to her hips. Silver buckles held it snug to her and many small rings allowed for things to eventually be attached to it. Around her neck was a collar of similar design with more rings and tiny silver studs. She had placed leather cuffs around her ankles and wrists and she enjoyed the jingle of the large rings attached to them as she walked. She turned this way and that, admiring her appearance as a white-clad bondage pet.

Over an hour later Christine was bored. She discovered that he door was locked and assumed that she had to stay in her room. She was excited but quickly became bored by herself in the room. The wardrobe called to her as she paced, inviting her to explore its contents more thoroughly. After long deliberation she could not resist it's call and started to sort through the drawers of items, picking out those to play with. She made her selections and went to the large bed, laying everything out before her.

She began to affix the items to herself in order to test out the limits of her new outfit. A ball gag filled her mouth and she was pleased that it matched her outfit's white color. She sat herself upon the bed and with short and delicate chains wrapped about the bottom posts of the bed she locked her feet apart using steel rings from the drawer. She laid herself back on the bed and tested the restraint of her legs. She loved the way the wide bed forced her legs to be held wide apart and she refrained from testing the excitement between them before finishing her restraint. She blindfolded herself and with a final though she used spring-loaded clips to attach her wrist cuffs to her waist.

Finished, she allowed herself to relax into the plush bed. She would be able to free herself, of course, but that mattered little for she was content with her fantasy of being helpless for now. As time stretched on she grew tired from the long day and eventually drifted off to sleep. It was a sleep filled with lovely dreams and thoughts that would remain with her long after waking.

When Christine did at last wake it was to horrible discomfort. She had never worn a gag for more than half an hour and her jaw screamed to be released from its open position. She quickly reached for the clips holding her wrists to the broad belt about her waist but found that the clips were already gone. In their place were small locks and she cried out loudly. She hoped that whoever had locked her in place would hear her cry and release her. She heard footsteps, light and soft on the floor. She knew they were not those of Mr. Starkov and expected Ms. Whelan had arrived and would be responsible for her condition.

Fingers brushed her cheek and a soft voice spoke to her.

"Shhhh. You must not fuss too much. Master would be displeased if you injured yourself." The voice was familiar but not that of Ms. Whelan and Christine whimpered loudly as her mind raced trying to identify who was above her.

Those fingers stroked her cheek until she was more relaxed and eventually reached behind her head and removed the gag. Christine worked her mouth for long moments as the blindfold also came away, but she was too surprised and sore to speak right away.

Leaning on the bed with her black hair pulled back in a braided ponytail was another girl. She was Christine's age and shared with her the same smooth and youthful skin. Hers was darker but showed its pale color where sharp tan lines had been formed over her larger breasts and in a severe "V" shape that dipped between her legs. She had large brown eyes that Christine knew the girl used in combination with her voluptuous looks in order to win many a favor from the men around her. She wore nothing but a black collar lined with silver studs and matching wrist and ankle cuffs. Christine saw that her nipples had been pierced and tiny rings had been slipped through them. Hanging from the rings was a delicate chain of silver.

Her name was Melissa and Christine knew her. She knew her because she was a close friend. Perhaps not best friends, but they were close. Christine opened her mouth to ask a question but Melissa placed a finger over her lips before she could and smiled.

"Since before you and I knew each other, Christine. I'm sorry I couldn't tell you, but you understand how secret this kind of thing is."

Indeed Christine did know that she never would have mentioned her arrangement with Mr. Starkov to her friends, but finding one of them in his service was shocking. If she were to believe Melissa it would mean that she had been his pet for at least two years and that revelation caused her mind to spin.

"What… Why did you lock my arms like this?" Christine had to ask. She did not know why her friend would do this, but she didn't like feeling so helpless all of a sudden.

"Oh, I am sorry about that too. I don't really have a choice though. Master wanted me to prepare you and I can't have you getting in the way while I do it." As she spoke she brought into view another long chain. This she attached to the headboard to prevent Christine from sitting back up. Christine did not take this as a good sign and indeed, it was not for her preparations were not something she would willingly participate in.

Melissa pulled a small kit wrapped in white cloth from aside the bed. She smiled down to Christine as she unwrapped it on the bed next to her and started to pull out some very odd items. Many small rings, like those she wore through her own nipples were apparent, as were tiny bottles and needles. Christine struggled and tried to pull away but to no avail. Melissa began to rub a cold liquid over her nipples with cotton balls.

"What are you doing?" Christine had to ask despite her knowledge of what was going to happen. Melissa didn't respond right away and instead continued to treat poor Christine's nipples. At first what Melissa put on them felt cold but quickly she felt a tingle and then nothing at all.

"I'm just numbing you up a little. Don't worry too much Christine." Melissa seemed to be oblivious to the fact that Christine might not desire her nipples pierced. Then again, it might not have mattered if she had taken note. Melissa had her orders and would carry them out.

Christine watched as Melissa lifted the long and exceedingly sharp needle. After making sure it was quite sterile Melissa went about her task with skilled fingers and no hesitation. It was apparent that she had done this type of thing before and Christine had just enough time to wonder If she had done her own before the first piercing.

Despite the numbing solution Christine still cried out from what she felt. Certainly her anticipation of it helped her feel things more acutely. She tensed and lifted her head back, trying to hold still as Melissa attached her first ring. With no break Melissa had moved to the other nipple and within brief seconds she had two silver rings decorating her breasts.

Melissa sat beside her and ran fingers through her hair as Christine lay there, trying to calm her and wiping away her tears. It took many long minutes before Christine calmed enough to actually relax into the caresses placed on her cheek. While Melissa was sure that Christine would continue to feel sore for some time and as the girl's eyes closed she left her to rest peacefully until Master would require them both.