Gwen's Recapture

Chapter 2- The Initiation

Saul hauled Gwen’s slight 5’3” frame roughly down the stairs past what looked like a living room. He opened a door and shoved her into a dark stairway. “Down you go, slut. Try not to fall.” Gwen tried to hold the railing with her cuffed hands, but she still felt unbalanced. Her long golden hair was falling in her face as she struggled in the dark. She stumbled as she reached the solid floor of what felt like a finished basement. The lights were dim in the open room, but Gwen was horrified by what she could make out.

The room was filled with all kinds of restraints. A St Andrew’s cross stood in one corner; it’s large X shape ominous in the vague lighting. Near it was a set of manacles in the wall. She also saw several chains hanging down from the ceiling, manacles set in the floor, tables with cuffs attached, and a standing wooden framework with more restraints attached than she could identify. Along several walls were more whips than she could count. She saw riding crops, a cat of nine tails, leather straps, paddles, braided leather lashes and many more that she couldn’t name. Gwen felt her face get wet with tears as her situation began to dawn on her. She could hear Saul’s footsteps behind her.

“Keep moving, slave. Right over there,” Saul said, pointing at the wooden framework. Gwen crossed the room and walked toward the frightening framework with dread. She had seen these devices before, but she and her former master had never used them. Sure, he had tied her to the four poster bed as well as contorting her into hogties, but never anything like this.

“Saul, I don’t understand,” she began to turn toward Saul, the tears in her eyes clearly evident. Smack! The sting on her cheek reminded her that she wasn’t supposed to speak without permission.

“I don’t remember inviting you to speak, slave. And get one thing straight-you will call me Master from now on. My name is not to be uttered by your unworthy tongue. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” Gwen responded weakly. She didn’t understand, but knew better than to say that. She understood her instruction, but not what was happening to her. She just couldn’t accept what he was telling her and she certainly wasn’t ready to call him Master again so soon. She resolved to fight this any way she could.

Smack! This time he didn’t smack her face again. He smacked her right breast. Her 36DD breasts had an impressive jiggle that was only helped by the smack. Gwen stumbled at the force of his blow. “Yes, what?” Saul asked.

“Yes, SIR,” Gwen replied, putting more force behind the Sir, trying to resist him.

Smack! Her other breast felt the sting of his blow. Gwen didn’t even have time to react before he gave her a forceful shove toward the wooden framework. “Fine, slave. If you want to waste your energy resisting, I’ll definitely accept that challenge. Let me show you what happens when you don’t follow orders.”

With that, he yanked her hands toward the top of the frame and cuffed her left hand to it. He then removed the old cuffs and then cuffed her right hand to the other side of the frame. Her arms were now stretched out in a Y shape and her feet were pulled slightly off the floor. She could feel the tension in her arms already. Now that her arms were secured in the framework, he uncuffed her ankles and attached them to the lower corners of the frame. She was now spread eagle, her breasts, ass, and pussy all wide open to his inspection. Gwen whimpered as Saul went about his work, tightening the cuffs until she was pulled as tight as he could make it. She had no room to move at all and even felt herself straining slightly to breathe.

As Gwen watched, Saul walked over to a wooden rack that displayed a variety of whips. He picked up several before he settled on a substantial leather paddle. Saul walked around the frame several times, admiring Gwen’s pleasing body, almost as if he was deciding where to strike first. He ran his hands down her back seductively. Gwen couldn’t help but feel a tingle as his hands moved down her spine and continued down to her ass. He squeezed both her ass cheeks, gently pulling them apart to expose her little rosebud.

As Gwen tensed from his touch, she could hear the wind as his first strike was aimed directly at her ass. SMACK! He was not holding back at all and Gwen cried out at the sting. Saul followed it up immediately with another strike to the other ass cheek. The first was already turning red. Even as she cried out, Gwen was reminded of how much this used to turn her on. A fire was starting deep inside as she could feel her body betraying her. As Saul continued to paddle her ass thoroughly, her pussy began juicing, betraying her lust. Her breath came in quick spurts and her tears flowed freely now.

Saul stopped long enough to admire the welts being raised on Gwen’s perfectly shaped ass. “I always did like that shade of red. It looks good on you,” Saul laughed as he moved around in front of Gwen. Her eyes were on the floor and her tear-stained face was puffy and red. Saul lifted her chin to get a better look at the tears. Gwen squeezed her eyes shut to avoid looking at him. Looking at him would’ve meant accepting what was happening. “That’s right, slave. Keep your eyes down. Now learn the rest of it.”

Master Saul walked away, back toward the wooden rack and exchanged the paddle for a braided leather lash. As he returned, he grabbed her right nipple and twisted it. He took it in his mouth and sucked on it until it became hard. He repeated the task with her other nipple until they looked like a match pair, sticking out in the cold air of the dungeon room. Saul pulled back his lash at that moment and struck her tit sharply. An angry red line appeared on her breast where the lash had fallen. Gwen cried out again and again as Saul cross-crossed her breasts with strokes from the braided lash.

The lash left a trail of raised welts even before Saul made sure to strike her nipples with the lash. Gwen screamed in agony, “Please! Please stop! You can’t do this to me!” Gwen’s tears were so thick she couldn’t see anything. She struggled desperately to move, to get away, but the tightness of her bonds kept her almost motionless. “Please stop Saul!”

“Not good enough, Slave.”

The lashing continued on her breasts, spreading to her arms and thighs. The pain just seemed to radiate from her breasts outward to the rest of her body. The lash landed on her thighs, so close to her pussy that she screamed again out of fear. She had welts on at least 50% of her body now and he was going back over them with the lash, causing even worse pain. She had never endured this level of punishment before. She couldn’t take it-this wasn’t resisting, this was torture.

“Please stop!” she begged between screams, but the lashing continued. Saul worked around to her ass again, covering the tender welts with new trails of pain. She was sure she must be bleeding by now. “Please, Sir! Please stop!” As Saul paused long enough to exchange the braided lash for a riding crop, Gwen began to realize that only one thing was going to stop this lashing.

The riding crop had a sharp tip. Saul swung it in front of her a few times before bring it up between her legs, striking her stimulated pussy with a sharp crack. “Aeiii! Please stop!” she screamed again. “Please, Master!” Almost like a code word, the lashing stopped.

“Very good, slave,” Master Saul looked at her beautifully abused body. “You finally figured out how to please me. I expect you to remember it from now on. Make no mistake; if you step out of line again you’ll get more of the same.”

Gwen continued to cry, knowing that he had won. She knew now that he was no longer the same man she knew before. He took far more pleasure in causing her pain. He could clearly dish out far more than she could take. In her mind, she resigned herself to the fate he had selected for her, at least until she found a way to escape.

As Gwen tried to catch her breath and order her thoughts, Saul began running his hands over her now bruised, red body. His fingers traced the lines of pain left behind by the lashing. Gwen’s cries increased again as the pain increased at his touch. His fingers continued despite her cries, moving lower from her breasts down to her sex. His fingers invaded her dripping pussy. “You still love it and you know it,” remarked Master Saul. “This is the life you were meant for, slave. You might not want to accept it, but this is what you were born to do, and you will fulfill that destiny here with me. The sooner you accept that, the sooner you can enjoy it like you should.”