THE ESCORT

THE ESCORT

Amy receives a couple degrees of orientation and a visit to the disciplinary chamber before her next session.

Chapter Three

       Hearing the bath water, her body wracked with pain, Amy continues to lay sprawled facedown across the bed not wanting to move a finger or twitch a toe.  The burning sensations between her thighs, the aching of her stretched rectum, the soreness already from the already swollen folds of her lashed labia already forces her to lay with her legs spread, her knees drawn up across the bedspread.  Eyes closed, listening to the pair of women continuing to move about from the bedroom to the bath, still not uttering a word between them is becoming nerve-racking in itself.

       As the bath runs in the background, her thoughts of her first actual day of servitude are practically overwhelming.  Dibbling off and on with being a high priced call girl for the past few years have presented more then a few kinky moments, but that’s all it ever was, just moments.  Even having modeled for a couple of well paying BDSM photo shoots and coached into attending an occasional fetish club gathering with an old boyfriend now and again was tolerable, even sometimes somewhat enjoyable.

       Barely moving her legs, the harshness of the pain of her thighs pressing together cause her to jerk, grunt, as she again lays still, her eyes blinking open, noticing the women are still in the bathroom.  Sliding her hands down between her legs, rimming her sore sphincter with a finger, she’s relieved its not torn as she gently pats her pubic mound with her legs spread, feeling the noticeable welts across her aching vulva.

       Again lying motionless with both hands between her thighs, her mind races, her thoughts mixed.  The concerns of her treatment are almost overwhelming with the urgent thoughts of how to escape this terrible predicament she’s placed herself into.  Yet, her mind keeps going back to her very first day on the liner, practically the first hour on board.  Being shown the sadistic degree of discipline administered to a couple of the unfortunate women, what hideous treatment their naked bodies were put through, even with the ship’s Captain and doctor helping apply the unimaginable punishment in the isolated chamber deep down in the ship’s bowels, she realizes there’s no one she can even consider helping her, nowhere to hide or certainly escape to.

       She also realizes the well attended disciplinary sessions are a big part of the entertainment for the passengers and crew.  Even the slightest infraction gives the several sessions a day the naked women to abuse.  All she knows is that for the time being, no matter how bleak the circumstance, she has to be strong enough to accept the terms of her bullshit contract and bide her time, get past each day one at a time with the minimum of punishment.

       Hearing the water shut off, sensing the women next to the bed, she feels a hand on her shoulder as she lets her eyes slowly blink open.  Raised off the bedspread, led to the bath, again she’s allowed to soak in the hot soapy water, to be sponged, bathed and caressed by both women’s hands as they remain silent.  Eyes mostly closed, totally relaxing as her sore body’s manipulated, the medicated water soothes her naked flesh as her breasts float in the suds bobbing across her chest.  Hearing the drain open, the water begin to slowly lower in the tub, she feels the warm spray of the shower head rinsing her body.

       Stood up, toweled front and back by the blonde, arms raised, hips spread, a salve gently spread across her pubic mound, the swollen folds circling her vagina, the pain between her thighs have become more of an ache, her bare skin soft and smooth. A pill, a small white cup of liquid raised toward her moist lips by the nodding blonde, Amy swallows the bitter solution behind the tablet.  Led back to the bed, allowed to lay on the fresh bed sheets the redhead just applied, both women again leave the room, silently, turning off the lights.

       Curling up, laying naked across the bedspread, her eyes close, her thoughts almost hazy as her body relaxes, her thoughts fading as she reaches for the sheet, partially covers herself before it slips from her fingers.  Soon her naked body lays motionless, semi-curled across the bed as she drifts into unconsciousness for the next couple hours as bits of dreams flutter through her mind.

       Allowed a couple hours of medicated sleep, Amy’s given a planned out shock to her system.  Hair yanked back, rousted awake at the sight of the redhead’s naked body being dragged into the room and across the floor, she’s awakened.  The pain pulses between her thighs as she finds herself also manhandled, her vulva still swollen and discolored from the caning just a few hours before.  Immediately jerked upright by the hair of her head, she’s forced to painfully sprawl face down across the mattress, trembling, staring disoriented into the shadows at the surreal turmoil.  Eyes squinting, mind racing, she catches a glimpse of the nude redhead receiving a harsh smack across her left cheek followed by an even harsher one across her right, her head jerking back and forth, her body twisting across the carpet.

       “Wake up!.... Wake up slut!”  Amy hears the stern accented voice resonating throughout the darkened room, his hand forcefully twisting her hair as he jerks.  “Kneel… Kneel on the bed… Now bitch!”

       Yanked up onto her elbows, knees, bent harshly backwards and painfully bowed toward the mattress by the hair of her head even before hearing the last of his harsh words, her bare breasts bounce, sway as her knees slip and spread across the covers.  His other hand gripping, twisting her left arm as she reflexively tries to cover herself, the instantaneous onslaught overwhelms her anguished mind, just moments before having dwelled in a restless sleep.

       “I said kneel on the bed whore… Look at her!... Watch!!... And don’t move a finger!”  She hears the rasping voice commanding her as she’s forced to stare half dazed into the practically dark room toward the whimpering redhead reflexively grabbing at the hand gripping her breast, trying to jerk it away as her hair’s jerked back, followed quickly by a sudden gut wrenching blow to her kidneys, followed by another brutal slap across her face driving her backwards across the floor, bent double, obviously in pain, struggling to catch her breath.

       Head jerked back, held firmly by her hair, Amy’s forced to watch the brutal assault as the redhead’s ankles are grabbed; her legs sadistically jerked, again her naked body dragged back across the floor toward the side of the bed.  Face down, her full weight scraping across the carpet, her naked breasts grind beneath her as she’s twisted onto her stomach, a foot stomped across the small of the her back.  Her hair gripped and twisted, her body’s bowed backwards, her breasts swaying, forced to thrust outward across her painfully arched torso.  Grunting, wheezing with each terrorized breath, her arms crisscross defensively in front of her rug burned breasts, pressing tightly, flattening her firm globes against her chest as she struggles, nearly hysterical, glancing wide eyed around the room.

       “Bitch!... I’ll break you in half in you even think of resisting me again!”  Amy hears the harsh, accented voice ordering as the redhead’s hair’s yanked even further back, her naked body practically doubling backwards with the foot still planted firmly against the small of her back.  “Uncover yourself… Spread those fucking arms out…Way out bitch!... I want to see those tits pushed out!”

       Obviously terrified, yet immediately obeying, her arms jerk and stretch apart while her hands twists outwards, her fingers spreading wide.  Bare breasts bouncing, smacking together, her torso lurches painfully forward with the back of her head pressing firmly against his thigh, her spine arching almost impossibly backwards against his thrust out knee.

       The curtains spreading, the dark robed elder enters, flicking the lights on.  Walking slowly toward the bed, eyes fixed on the contorted red head, a black leather cat o nine tails dangles from his right fist.  Stepping In front of the whimpering woman, staring into her swollen eyes, glancing down across her trembling breasts; toward the gold ornaments glistening, jiggling off her out thrust nipples, he hesitates only momentarily.

       “Thwack… Thwack… Thwack!!!” Three lashings, backhanded, forehanded, backhanded again as the redhead’s nude body lurches backwards against the man’s knee, her arms still stretched obediently apart, but jerking, her clenched fists twisting with each lashing from the multi tipped whip across her bare chest.  Both breasts jerking, bouncing under each stroke, the leather strands curl, spread across her grapefruit sized globes leaving fresh crimson crisscrossed welts.

       Heart pounding, wide eyed, Amy tries to jerk her head away, stunned at the sadistic scene playing out in front of her.  “Thwack… Thwack… Thwack!!!”  Another two, three lashings administered directly across the lurching melons resonate across the dark room as the redhead struggles to remain silent, her trembling arms still outstretched, her fingers frantically spreading open, clenching shut.

       The bed springing beneath her twitching knees, Amy feels the strong fist twisting, knotting her hair behind her head as she’s forced to remain face forward, to watch the flogging.  Terrified to move, she lets her arms hang down toward her sides, her palms resting on her quivering legs as her fingernails dig into her taut thighs with each crack of the whip across the redhead’s naked flesh.    

       Lowering the whip, glancing toward the man holding the redhead, then toward the man holding Amy’s hair, the elder’s eyes momentarily make contact with Amy’s.  Expressionless, without a word he takes a couple steps toward the bed.  Reaching out, he lets the dangling leather straps brush across her bare breasts, first the left, then the right globe before a second agonizingly deliberately slow brush of the snake like strands of leather across the hardening nipples one at a time.  Finally lowering his hand, he lets the moist leather slip down between her thrust out globes, across her heaving stomach, the flicking tips deliberately brushing back and forth across her quivering pubic mound.  Again quietly staring into Amy’s pleading eyes, he turns and slowly walks out of the room, the whip hanging from his hand.

       Feeling her own hair released, the man beside her step away from the bed, she surreally watches as the redhead’s dragged slowly across the carpet by her hair toward the door, her arms still kind of spread apart while she attempts to slide herself along, her naked body twisting, her feet pushing at the carpet as the multiple whip marks glisten off her naked flesh.  The light flicks off.

       Semi-darkness, total quiet.  Her heart pounding as she continues to kneel on the bed sheets, she feels her naked body trembling as she slowly crosses her arms above and below her quivering globes.  Feeling the dampness across her bare breasts from the leather straps, the pain again becomes noticeable between her spread thighs with each pounding heartbeat.  Remaining motionless, almost afraid to lay down, she allows her eyes to blink shut, to momentarily close.  Exhausted, yet her nerves on edge, letting her knees spread a little wider as she feels herself slightly swaying, she squints into the shadows, slowly turning her head while deliberately glancing around while listening for sounds, any sounds while her eyes become accustomed to the empty, dimly lit room.

       Minutes pass, maybe more, after a while she begins to wonder if she’d been dreaming, or worse, even still having a nightmare.  Thighs, knees aching, cramping, she lets herself twist, lower down across the bed to lie above the bed sheets, eyes still wide open.  Curling into a semi-fetus position, her breasts still cradled between her arms crossed in front of her chest, she listens for any sound.  Closing her eyes, hearing the rhythm of her heartbeat as her ear presses against the mattress, she tries to remain alert even as her naked body sinks into the bedding, but within moment’s drifting into another semi conscious state before finally falling into a troubled sleep.  Another couple hours of quiet before her next phase.

       A light blinking on, a shuffle of feet and Amy feels a cuff snapped across her left wrist.  Still in a fetal position, glancing through her matted eyes, she glances toward the blonde standing beside the bed.  Jerking, kneeling while still curled into a ball, she slowly rocks back and forth across the disheveled covers, silently staring at the naked blonde as she secures a matching black cuff across her right wrist.  A matching choker collar affixed around her neck and the blonde tugs the light chain connecting the set and tugs her from the bed.

       Led from the bedroom barefoot and naked, her forearms pressing across her firm breasts as her fingers interlock beneath her chin, Amy’s led by the blonde out into the hallway and onto the elevator, the red lights of the ceiling camera’s flickering.  Still early in the morning, light barely shinning in from the portals overlooking the outside deck as just the two of them proceed to the bowels of the ship.  Exiting the elevator, the blonde presses the code next to the metal door, it swings open.  Tugging at Amy’s chain, the door closes behind them as they enter the discipline area she visited the first day, but now appearing empty.

       Led past several sinister devices, various types of equipment obviously used for a lot more then simple punishment, Amy, heart pounding, apprehensively follows the blonde to the rear wall, to a frosted glass door for a back chamber.  A trio of a row of lights, red and yellow dim, the green brightly lit, line across the top of the sealed passage with a switch panel beside the entry including an arrowed handle on a multi colored timer base to match the lights, its arrow pointing toward green.  Above the panel, a circular thermometer’s black hand rests just below twenty degrees.

       Mostly fogged over, beads of moisture drip down across the door’s glistening partition.  Briskly wiping a swath across the glass with her forearm, tugging the chain on Amy’s cuffs to push her closer to the door, she steps aside allowing a still slightly distorted view of the inside of the chamber.  Glancing in, her eyes widen as she realizes she’s staring at an unfortunate naked woman somehow contorted in the air, covered with ice.

       “Take a good look!”

       Hearing the blonde speak, practically muttering for the first time, glancing toward her then back into the chamber, Amy feels her heart pounding as she’s transfixed at the hideous sight.

       “Feel the glass in front of you.”

       Again hearing the muffled words of the blonde, Amy feels a hand shove against the small of her back, her breasts thrust outward past her shackled wrists, pressing against the icy glass.  “Oohhh!”  The sudden chill, her breasts pressed between her forearms practically adhering to the glass panel, she feels the choker tugged back, pulling her away from the glass, her rock hard nipples leaving twin smudges across the partition.

       “It’s below freezing in their right now; the salt water adhering to her naked flesh makes her appear to be an ice sculpture, doesn’t it!”  The blonde advises.  “But watch this!”  Twisting the knob to red, the lights flash above the door in sequence, the red brightly lit.

       “Watch closely now!”

       Again staring through the distortion, she watches the anguish of the nearly frozen body as the thermometer’s hand quickly climbs, forty, fifty-five, seventy degrees.

       “Another minute and it’ll be over a hundred and twenty!”  The blonde smirks.  It’s set to level off just below scolding… Real close to scolding.”

       Again glancing toward the blonde’s eyes, glancing toward the thermometer, back inside the booth, Amy begins to get a clearer look, the moisture dripping, running in streams off the once frozen glass as it heats up.  Silently staring, observing the insidious binding of the naked, contorted body, bound on some sort of tubular apparatus, drenched and stretched with only her head covered, tightly covered by a black latex bondage hood so tightly fit there’s no visible outline of her nose or ears, only a red ponytail frozen across the cutout on the very top next to a tube leading in for her to breath.

       “Interesting device… Huh?”  The blonde smiles, a statement more then a question.  “Notice how she’s mounted?... How the ice is beginning to separate from her naked flesh already?”

       Not needing a play by play, Amy barely listens to the blonde’s voice as she glares through the glass, at the insidious sight of the spread naked body hosted in the air being sprayed with jets of heated water from several ingenious directions, obviously melting what was moments before frozen.  Looking closer, again toward the smiling, nodding blonde, Amy realizes from the nipple jewelry, the tattoos and the brandings that’s beginning to appear that the unfortunate victim is the redhead.

       “Yep… that’s her!”  The blonde smirks as she also glances inside the booth.  “She’ll be in there for a while too!”

       Glancing at the gauge, now showing over a hundred degrees, Amy eyes seem transfixed on the workings of the booth, of the redhead’s shivering, contorting body, her torso forcefully thrust out, her breasts just moments before round globes of ice, now sagging back toward her arched and bound shoulders stretched and affixed to the metal tubing.  Water also pours off from what appears to be a pair of obscenely large cycles of ice frozen together and rammed firmly between her spread and bound thighs, obviously mounted deep inside her vagina and rectum.

       “Oh… I see you’re interested with her cunt!”  The blonde nudges Amy.  “Her orifices down there are stretched wide with ‘O’ rings so they fill with jets of water.  That way when the cold cycle commences, it freezes and swells rather nicely inside her… Don’t worry though; she’ll be flushed out real good with the heated water!”

       Steam begins to spread across the glass, rise from the melting ice covering the booth’s floor as water pours through the central drain below the apparatus.  Still staring inside, still able to see the redhead’s naked body trying to twist, her head’s the only part of her body not bound as she twists and jerks the black hood as the jets of steaming water sprays her naked body.  Watching her almost bluish white flesh turning a pinkish, then red shade, Amy can almost feel the extreme swing herself of the sadistic temperature change of the jets of water as the glass heats up in front of her.

       “She’ll receive at least a dozen cycles.”  The blonde advises.  “”This is only her forth so far… You can tell by the gauge, it keeps a running count… By the way, each cycle’s usually set for ten minutes… She’s not so lucky today… The cycle’s set for fifteen; she’s been a bad girl!”

       The chain jerked, Amy’s tugged away from the glass door; the blonde leading her back through the vacant discipline chamber.  “Before I help make you up, I was instructed to show you what you could be facing tonight if you don’t perform up to expectations this afternoon.  Apparently you’re going to be dancing for a small group of Master’s guests… Of course servicing them too!... And if I were you, I’d really be pleasing everyone!... Actually I think they have something planned really special they want to do to you also!”  Stopping for a moment, glancing into Amy’s eyes, she sinisterly adds as she points toward the chamber in the rear of the room again.  “Can you imagine what that naked body of yours would look like in there?  How it would feel… I’m sure sooner or later you’re going to find out!”

       Hardly comprehending what she’s hearing, the thoughts of the redhead being tortured racing through her mind, glancing back toward the steaming chamber, and glancing back toward the blonde, Amy struggles with herself but has to know.  “What… What did she do… I mean last night she was…”

       “She was flogged in front of you?... Then this?”  The blonde butts in.  “She was punished in front of you so you could see the consequences of misbehavior… Actually, her infraction?  She had the nerve to ask a question, stupid!”

End Part 3