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Jessica’s Abduction
Chapter Two
Most of her initial day at the chateau’s been a long, traumatic, and painful experience. Now, the past hour or so has contrasted sharply with her treatment since her abduction.
Resting on an oversized mattress, her wrists shackled to the front of a black leather collar secured around her neck, she lays naked on her back. Her arms crossed over her chest forces her melon sized breasts to bulge outward between her forearms and biceps, exposing the gold studs jiggling from her swollen nipples.
Tilting her head up off the pillow, her eyes are attracted toward the glistening studs, bringing her attention to the multiple welts crisscrossing her bare breasts. She’s thankful the pain’s subsiding, helped considerably by her first real bath since her abduction. In her mind that experience seems almost surreal as she was bathed, oiled, while still shackled by two young, attractive women clad only in short white smocks without a word being spoken. The soft mattress feels as if it’s absorbing her exhausted body as she again lays her head back.
As she rests, her scattered thoughts are mixed with confusion, uncertainty. Time has lost its meaning as this is also the first time she’s been allowed to lay flat, let alone across a bed, for a number of days. Yet, somehow she also finds herself feeling almost appreciative. A luxurious bed, the warm, soaking bath and a massage, allowed to actually rest, all seems like luxuries now. The quiet, the darkness, the calm, surrounds her as her eyes slowly close, the thoughts fade, and she falls into a deep sleep. Two... Three hours or so pass, perfect calm, tranquility, at last.
Consciousness... Abrupt... Harsh. She feels herself flipped over onto her stomach, her wrists hastily unshackled, twisted, jerked, re-shackled behind her neck. She feels her breasts press harshly against the mattress, the studs digging into her sensitive nipples. She feels a scarf wrapped abruptly across her eyes, bound tightly behind her head. A hard, rubber “O” ring’s forced between her yawning lips, stretches her mouth to its limits. Her heart pounds in her chest, her mind races. Blasted from the tranquility of her first sleep in days she feels herself struggling to breathe, on the verge of hyperventilating.
Again she feels herself being flipped over, again onto her back as her body shakes the mattress. Her shoulders sear with pain as her arms arch behind her back, her elbows touching, crisscrossing with her shackled wrists dragging at the back of her neck collar. She feels her ankles spread, ropes slipped around both, jerked severely outward, toward the sides of the bed, stretching her thighs apart, wider…wider, as both ropes are tugged harder and tighter, tied off.
Blinded by the scarf, nearly chocking on her own saliva as the “O” ring tears at her lips, struggling for breath, she feels the firm grip of hands manipulating her thrust out breasts. Squeezed, jerked, twisted, she feels the sharp pain as twines twisted, looped around, across the studs impaling her nipples. She feels her left, then right breast stretched upwards, tautly upwards as her torso’s lifted above the mattress.
The pain’s excruciating. Her shackled arms lose contact with the mattress as her body arches upwards. Her head tilts back, reflexively pressing against the crushed pillow as her jerking body elevates. She finds herself forcing her head back even harder, her neck straining, her feet pressing downward, forcing herself to rise off the mattress, to relieve the pain off her stretching breasts as she somehow bows her back.
Barely able to maintain her arched position she feels the same hands probing her vagina. Again the sharp pain of twine being wrapped around, this time, the clit stud, again the pain of that twine being jerked upward, stretched. She strains, forces her hips up from the mattress as the twine becomes taut between her spread thighs.
Her body twitches as her it’s elevated from the mattress. The three strands of twine tautly stretch upwards, secured to “eye” bolts strategically anchored in the ceiling above the bed. Her glistening body quivers as the tendons strain in her neck, calves as she’s forced to bow into an arch. She presses her elbows downward, searching for the mattress, straining to relieve the pressure of the torturous bindings.
Finished, he stands beside her, alone. He watches her every agonizing move. Her glistening, twitching body arching, her global shaped breasts raise up and down with each forced breath as she struggles with the twine while she painfully attempts to slacken the tug on her nipples, clit.
Silently sliding a chair next t the bed he sits, relaxes for a few moments as he watches her struggle. He listens to her raspy breathes, watches her chiseled body quiver, her navel flexing in her hollowed stomach, even under the dim lighting. Again he thinks to himself how remarkable she is, how enjoyable her training session is going to be…For him.
“Jessica, it’s time for a little talk.” He speaks softly, yet firmly as he reaches for the twine stretching off her right nipple. “Let’s say an understanding.” He adds as he softly, gently slides his fingertip down the twine until his forefinger rests across the gold nipple stud.
“Want me to place a couple cushions under your shoulders and hips first?” He gently asks as he leans toward her right ear. “Or should I let you hang by your tits and pussy while I speak?”
Nodding her head, pleadingly whimpering through the “O” ring, she’s barely able to be. “Ohh, please... Yessss!”
Lifting her shoulders upward with his left arm, he slides a pair of tubular cushions across the mattress, centering one under her crossed arms, the other under her hips. Sliding his arm from under her he watches as her naked body, still arched, is able to relax somewhat as the sets of twine show the slightest of tension form the trio of studs.
“Do I hear a… Thank you?” He again whispers in her ear. “Aren’t you grateful I’m so thoughtful for your comfort?”
Again barely inteligeble, she moans. “Thank you!” Saliva drooling from the corners of her stretched lips; she feels the burning pain through her nipples subside.
Now, where was I?” He again leansback in his cahir, softly asks. “Oh. Yeah, time to get acquainted, let you know what’s expected of you!”
Leaning toward her he reaches for the straps securing the “O” ring, unsnaps it. “I usually don’t do this; I like to keep it a one way conversation.” Sliding the bright red rubber ring from between her stretched lips, he drops it on the mattress next to her. “That better?”
“Yes! Oh yes, much better!” She blurts as she swallows, swipes her tongue around her wet lips.
“What else?” He sternly scolds. “Want me to put it back in?”
“No! No, please!” She begs. Thank you… Thank you Sir!” Whimpering, feeling the cords tightening across the studs as she arches her back, stretches upwards off the pillows.
“That’s better!” He admonishes. “Now, as I was saying, I’ll get right to the point. You’re here to be trained, trained to be a submissive.”
“Wha…Ouch!… Ohhh!” Starting to speak, she feels her right nipple pinched, twisted as it’s gripped between his thumnb, forefinger, pinched.
“Rule number one! Never, and I mean never speak to me unless I specifically instruct you too!” He admonishes as he twists, tugs at the nipple stud. “Rule number two! Never ask why, and I mean period, about anything I demand of you. About why you’re here, anything. Understand? You may answer slave!”
“Ohhh, yeeeess, yes, I understand!” She whimpers.
“Sir!!!!” He again admonishes as he tweaks the stud yet again. “Answer, with a Sir!”
“Yes, yes Sir!” She grunts, her naked body arching upwards as her nipple’s twisted, jerked.
“Now, you’re starting to build up demerits, but that’s okay, for two reasons.” He continues. “First, demerits bring punishment. And, second, that’s how you’ll learn your place, understand?” I said, understand?” Again he sadistically pinches, tweaks her nipple.
“Yes… Yes… I understand! Sir… Sir!” She blurts as she feels her breasts yanked upwards.
“Okay, now listen carefully! Don’t interrupt! This is going to be the only time I’m going to address this issue.” Leaning forward, he continues as he slides his hand around the supple curve of her breast, relaxes back in his chair. “You’re now in a whole new world, literally! In more ways then one. This estate consists of over a thousand acres. It’s in the middle of nowhere. You’re a submissive, and you’ll please me, one way or the other. You will learn to want to please me. That’s your only concern now! Basically you’re mine! Physically, mentally, to do with as I please, when I please, how I please!” Continuing his instructions in a monotone voice, he adds. I will whip you, fuck you, whatever I want to do with you or to you, you have no say!” Leaning over he carefully manipulates the gold stud impaling her right nipple.
Obey and please me!” He adds as he brushes the back of his right hand from left to right, across her thigh, hip, ribcage, back down between her thighs, across the twin folds of her moist labia, the gold clit stud.
Quivering, she feels his touches, from both hands, the fingertips across her breasts, between her thighs. She feels her body contorted, quivering, reacting to his touch even as his words resonate in her mind.
I was told you were beautiful, and I’m certainly not disappointed! He adds as he pats, sliding his fingers away from her quivering mound, her shriveling nipple. Leaning back in his chair, he adds. I expect you to work at looking your best, for me, and any other person I may lend you too. Again, that may be a while down the road. You’ve got plenty of discipline sessions ahead of you first. Plenty of training to go through before you start finding the difference between pain and pleasure harder to separate.
Standing, he turns and steps toward the doorway. “I’ll be back later, to address your demerits from today, reflect!”
Left lying there naked, bound, blindfolded, her arms twisted behind her back on the bed, his words burn in her mind as she feels her nipples, clitoris burning, pulsing from the bindings stretching at them. Yet, his manipulation with his fingertips has also left a tingling deep in her womb.
She can’t help thinking of his last words, about how close she came to an orgasm as she was whipped, ravaged earlier today. She’s beginning to realize how severe and uncontrollable her predicament is, how helpless she is.
End Part Two
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