Indoctrination

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WARNING! THIS IS A WORK OF EROTIC BDSM FICTION. IT IS ADULT ORIENTED MATERIAL OF A SEXUAL NATURE. The copyright of this story remains with the author, Night Owl. This posting does not give you the rights to post this on any website without obtaining the author's permission first.

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Indoctrintation

by Night Owl

(Story Content: F/f, Bondage, Tickling, Whipping)

Chapter 4: Lessons (Part 1)

Sonia turned the crank a few more clicks for good measure, then approached her new slave and tugged on the restraints to test them again.

"Comfortable?" she asked.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmph," was the only sound Amber could utter behind the leather gag.

"Of course you're not, but this rigging does accent your body quite nicely."

Amber could see the mistress studying her with great interest, and shuddered when she licked her red lips, much as a cat might do before devouring its prey.

Never in her life, had she been so helpless as this -- hanging by her wrists from the ceiling, toes barely touching the floor, completely nude and shivering slightly in the cool, dank air. Her firm, young breasts felt especially vulnerable now with her body stretched so tight, and the tiny vice-like clamps fastened to her nipples, made them a prime target for whatever inflictions Sonia planned for her. And finally, as if to add insult to injury, the leather strap fastened between her upper arms prevented her from moving her head forward enough to gaze down and see for herself just how helpless she looked. There was nothing she could do but stare ahead at the stone wall as Sonia paced in a circle, those cat-like eyes surveying her prize.

"So tell me," she asked, "have you ever had sex with a female?"

Amber turned her head and stared at her with a mixture of outrage and horror.

"Just nod 'yes' or 'no' dear."

"Mmmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmph," she cried, shaking her head.

"I see," Sonia moved in closer. "I'm just trying to get a better understanding of who I'm dealing with, and you seem to be a very conservative girl when it comes to sex," she then cupped her hand under Amber's chin. "But don't let the question shock you, dear. As they say, you shouldn't knock it if you haven't tried it."

Amber's heart began to beat faster. She could feel the first signs of nervous perspiration breaking out on her forehead and under her arms, but when Sonia turned her head to kiss her gagged mouth, she moaned and pulled away in disgust.

At first, Sonia’s face betrayed no emotion. Only her eyes indicated that Amber had over-stepped herself.

"Still the defiant one," she combed her fingers through Amber's long chestnut hair, "even now when you know you're completely defenseless. How very noble and stupid of you."

In one sudden move, Sonia grabbed a fistful of hair and jerked Amber’s head backward, forcing her body into a back-breaking arch.

"HMMMMPH!" she yelped.

"I do enjoy an occasional challenge, but just so you know, any form of disobedience will only make this more painful."

Amber thought her spine was going to snap under the pressure. Her chained breasts were jutting forward now and dancing provocatively off her ribs as she struggled to keep her footing. Sonia maintained the hold with her fingers enmeshed in her hair. A wry grin played across her face and her eyes narrowed maliciously.

"Raven is paying me a handsome commission to train you," she continued, "so like it or not, you belong to us now, and I am going to take great pleasure in binding you and bending you to my will. In time, you will cry out and beg for me to satisfy those physical urges that I bring out of you. And if you ever disobey me, even in the slightest way, you will be punished immediately until you, screaming in agony, beg me to stop the torment."

Sonia finally released her hold, allowing Amber to straighten her body again. While she stood panting for air, the mistress quietly moved to the table and opened a drawer.

"The human body is a remarkable instrument when it comes to sexual stimulation. The genitals, the breasts, and especially the nipples, are loaded with millions of nerve endings."

When Sonia turned to face her again, she was holding a long, wispy feather.

"Even the skin makes an excellent erogenous zone."

Amber didn't have to question what was going to happen next, and for the first time, she realized the full scope of her helplessness. She looked upward and pulled anxiously on the chain; she twisted her wrists in the restraints every which way, but it was no use.

"Your first lesson will begin with this -- a simple feather, plucked from a pheasant's tail," Sonia approached her, stroking the flowing plume with her fingers, "not very threatening when you look at it, but when dragged lightly across the flesh in just the right spots, its effect can be just as unbearable as the whip."

"Mmmmmmmmph!"

Sonia placed the feather against Amber's left wrist, then ran it slowly down the length of her arm. The effect was excruciating, the tip just barely touching her smooth skin. It was impossible for her to keep from flinching as it trailed into the deep, silky curves of her open armpit.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmph!"

"Ticklish?" Sonia softly taunted.

She dragged the feather up and down Amber’s ribs next, then across her stomach and around her navel, causing her to squirm frantically on the chain.

"Mmmmm . . . Mmmmppphhh!"

"This may work better than I had hoped," she the other armpit a teasing stroke.

"Mmmmm . . . Hmmmph . . . Hmmmppphhh!"

Moving with the sinuous grace of a dancer, Amber twisted and swayed her lithe body, seeking shelter from the insidious tickling, but in doing so, only exposed new areas to be tormented. She felt the feather tip wiggle it's way up between her buttocks, then brush lightly against her inner thigh passing within inches of her neatly-trimmed bush. The chain, cord and pulley she was rigged to creaked under her weight as she struggled to fight off the relentless assault on her flesh. The feather swirled lightly around each breast until her nipples swelled painfully against the metal clamps. When she tried to roll her body away, Sonia gave her ass a painful swat with the palm of her hand, and when she turned back around to avoid another, her breasts were attacked again with the feather. Finally, Amber threw her head back and wailed, but only muffled mews could be heard through the gag.

Sonia stopped just long enough to put the feather back in the drawer, then resumed the tickling by lightly scraping the tips of her fingernails into the smooth hollows of both armpits. Amber moaned and squealed behind the gag.

"Mmmmm . . . Hmmm . . . Hmmppphhh!"

Like an expert tickler, Sonia worked her long, red nails up and down her victim's body, lingering in spots that gave her the best reaction. She used a combination of slow deliberate strokes and light, fluttering movements with all ten fingers.

"I can make you do anything I want. You know that now don't you?"

Amber shook her head 'no' vigorously. By then, her skin was crawling all over with sensitivity.

"Oh yes I can . . ." Sonia grasped the chain between her nipples and pulled on it, leaving Amber no choice but to arch her back and thrust her tits forward again.

". . . and I'm going to prove that to you."

Slowly, Sonia trailed the fingers of her other hand downward to tangle with the small tuft of dark curls nestled between Amber's thighs.

"Ummmmmpppphhhhhhmmmm," Amber tried to pull away, but Sonia maintained her hold on the chain while she probed one finger up and down her slit, drawing a bead of moisture with it.

"My, my," she remarked, "you're wet down here already."

Sonia released the chain, then carefully detached the metal clamps from her nipples and gently massaged both breasts with her hands.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," Amber moaned.

She felt quite embarrassed as her nipples became aroused again, tightening into fleshy, dark pink nubs. She could feel her entire body slowly giving in to Sonia's gentle groping of her breasts. She refused to show it though. Looking up, she twisted her wrists against the leather cuffs in a last desperate attempt to free herself from them, but her arms didn’t seem to have the strength anymore. Sonia only laughed.

"Are you not enjoying this little massage?"

"Mmmmmmmph," Amber shook her head and glared at her in defiance.

"I think you are, but you're just too stubborn to admit it. Maybe this will change your mind."

She leaned forward and flicked her tongue lightly against each swollen nipple.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," Amber moaned again. Her body began to sway more rhythmically.

"Yes, that's it, just let yourself go, sweetheart," Sonia massaged her breasts again, kneading the soft, delicate tissue between her fingers.

"Have you ever tried bondage when making love?"

Amber shook her head.

"I see. A first timer then," Sonia laughed. "Well if you had, then you would know that it can the most sexual experience a woman can have without intercourse. Like now, you’re feeling quite aroused, aren't you?"

Amber struggled to fight against her own body's responses. She was enjoying it, and craving more and more.

"Answer me," Sonia repeated, "are you becoming aroused?"

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," Amber finally resigned herself into admission and nodded. She then felt one hand leave her breast and move down to her abdomen.

"This is wrong," she thought to herself. She was repulsed by Sonia's sexual advances, but could not deny what her body was telling her -- that she was getting more and more excited. She felt the hand move in between her thighs, and again, tried unsuccessfully to wiggle away.

"Struggling is not going to help you, dear. So why don't you just relax and enjoy it."

Sonia found her clit and gently rubbed the tender bud with one finger.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"

Amber could feel the orgasm building deep in her lower belly, a tight coil that threatened to explode within. She wanted to moan "faster" through the gag, but before she even tried, Sonia began to touch her in exactly the way she wanted to be touched. Then both hands moved around to her ass, and stroked both firm globes softly, before grasping them tight with all ten fingers. Sonia was on her knees now, and Amber felt her warm tongue, snake its way up her inner thigh, causing her muscles to tense. The fingers squeezed her ass even tighter, and pulled her hips forward, forcing Amber's pussy onto her waiting tongue. Amber felt it probe into her, deeper and deeper with each thrust, then it quickly withdrew and slithered around her clit. Mindlessly she tossed her head back, hips lifting to press her clitoris deeper into the wet maelstrom.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"

Amber had never been this intimate with another woman before. In fact, if anyone had asked her a hour ago if she could be excited, sexually, by another female, she would have laughed. Now, this mysterious woman was filling her with a lust she didn't know existed. She touched her in the same places that men had touched her before, but in a way that none of them could ever match.

"Mmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmm!"

Amber groaned loudly into the gag, then bucked her hips forward as much as the restraints would allow. She shuddered violently when the first wave of her orgasm struck. Sonia moved her tongue faster and faster, lashing out over her clit, then thrust it inward past her burning folds. Another wave followed, then another. Amber's mind tried to handle all of the sensory input, but couldn't. For the moment, she forgot about everything that had happened to her; forgot about where she was. She thought of nothing, but the pleasurable sensations coursing through her body. When it was finally over, and Sonia stood up again, she just hung there gasping, her head tilted backward, eyes half-open.

"That is how you please another woman," Sonia told her, then her eyes narrowed. "But I don't recall giving you permission to have an orgasm, did I?"

The implication behind her words sobered Amber up in an instant. Her body began to shiver uncontrollably, not because she was standing naked in a drafty room, but from the low tone of Sonia’s voice. It reminded her of Raven's tone, before he beat her with the crop.

"For now on, you must never reach orgasm unless given permission to do so. If you do, then you will be whipped severely. Understood?”

Amber nodded.

“Being a fledgling, I realize you didn't know this, but nonetheless, I'll have to punish you for your indulgence, or else you will never learn."

Sonia unbuckled the straps behind Amber's neck and pulled the leather gag out of her mouth. For the first time, in what seemed like hours, she was able to speak.

"There," Sonia tossed the gag on the table, "now you can scream all you want, but I wouldn't advise it. No one will hear you through these thick walls, and you should save your strength for what's coming up."

Sonia moved to the wheel and turned the crank again. In an instant, Amber could feel the pull on her arms grow stronger, her body being lifted upward. The metallic clicks from the wheel rang sharply in her ears until her feet dangled in space. Pointing her toes, she searched frantically for the safety and comfort of the floor. Several more clicks rang off before Sonia flipped the lock on the wheel to secure it. The pressure from the weight of her own body increased on her shoulders and wrists. Her rib cage was etched from the strain, and her breasts rose and fell with each gasped breath. The cable had a deliberate twist in it, and Amber, now suspended, slowly revolved helplessly in front of the mistress.

"W-what . . . are you going to do to me?" Amber croaked when she finally found her voice.

"I thought that was apparent, dear. I had just said that you are to be whipped."

The room spun slowly before her and she tossed her head around, looking up to her own bound wrists, then back at Sonia, and finally, to the long whip she was now holding. Her long, silky chestnut hair swung from side to side behind her as she writhed pitifully in her suspension. The whip was composed of black leather strands, braided tightly together with thin tassels on the end, and the length was about 30", giving it more reach than the riding crop Raven had used on her earlier.

"I'm quite handy with this you know," Sonia said proudly, her hand stroking the long braided tail, "I can flick a fly off a wall with one snap of the wrist."

Amber gave no response, but continued to struggle as she slowly turned on the cord. Sweat flowed fresh from her pores with the realization that she was truly hung, totally defenseless. She was really going to be whipped, and she knew it would be more painful than anything she had ever experienced in her life. Feeling the crop against her bare ass was bad enough. Now she was about to receive the same punishment all over her body. She wondered what the whipping would be like. She really didn't want to find out, but there seemed to be no choice in the matter, and most-likely, there would be many more to come in the future. Amber cursed herself for not trying to make a break for it earlier when her hands were free. Now she could do nothing, but hang there by her bound wrists, and hope that Sonia would show her some mercy. Her slavery now seemed all too real. The realization of her true plight was like a person coming out of a dark cave for the first time into the bright sun. It was agonizing. Amber tossed her head back again, closed her eyes, and moaned in hopeless despair, waiting for the first lash to land.

(continued)