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Hell Hath No Fury – Part 3 - The Beginning of Revenge
It was a long wait, I am not sure just how long. I was hungry, thirsty, and my entire body was aching. I had been unable to hold my urine, and there was a pool on the floor.
I heard the door being opened. The dim lights were switched on, and both Rose and Carol appeared. Rose in her grey uniform, Carol in a one piece leather catsuit with thigh high boots, with six inch stilettos. I immediately got hard.
Carol walked over to me, a large cigar clamped in her teeth.
‘Are you learning what it’s like to be a prisoner, slave?’ she said quietly.
I nodded and tried to speak through the gag. I had decided to try and placate her, as I was not in a good position to argue. I would bide my time. At some stage she was bound to let me get a chance to escape.
Standing very close to me, she told me that she had burnt my clothes, and squared things up with my work, and told them that I had left the country with a woman. She told me nobody would miss me, and she was probably right there. She went to the wall, and came back with a short whip in her hand.
‘Now, you are going to learn what real pain is’ she said.
‘Rose, move him to the beam.’
Rose very carefully disconnected one of my wrists from the wall, and secured it to another chain hanging from the ceiling. She did the same with my other wrist. She then disconnected my ankles from the wall, and connected them to chains in the floor.
She then pressed a remote control, and my wrists were pulled upwards towards the ceiling. When she had them stretched, she shortened the chains to the floor. She then pressed the remote control again, and I found myself with my arms stretched above my head, and she kept stretching until my feet were on tiptoes.
‘That’s about right, Rose’ she said.
Although in considerable pain, my cock was hard as it could be, Carol came over and stroked it very gently. God, she was beautiful.
‘We are going to give you your introductory beating, just so you know what it feels like’ she purred to me. ‘Rose, you can use a cane’.
And then it started, Carol and Rose whipped me all over my body, my back, my legs, my ass, my chest, and for good measure, my cock was beaten with the cane. I had never imagined such pain, and I didn’t know where the blows were coming from. It went on and on. Then it suddenly stopped, and Carol came over and stubbed her cigar butt in the middle of my chest. The pain was unbearable, and I could smell burning flesh, my flesh.
‘Rose, I am bored now, you can let his chains down and let him lie on the floor. Take his gag off, and you can feed and water him, I’m going upstairs’
And with that she turned on her heel and left the dungeon.
Rose told me she would return with something to eat and drink before she was going to release me and take off the gag.
About half an hour later, Rose returned with a bowl of cereal, and a cup of water.
She took off the gag, and laughing, she asked me if I enjoyed the whipping. I said ‘ No Madame’
‘Wrong answer, prisoner’ Rose said, smirking.
I was given the food and water, which, though awful, was very welcome.
She then lowered the chains so that I could lie on the cold floor, and left, turning off the lights.
I was left to contemplate my future, if I had any.
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