The Journey of Elizabeth

Chapter 4

We walked down the hall, my mind spinning. Candy didn’t even realize how special and lucky she was to have Rich in her life…and I wanted that with him too. But I was nervous about the rest of the week. How much would I have to endure? And what if I stayed past a week, and then suddenly he decides to sell me to someone else? I can’t back out then. It was a scary feeling. But then we were in the room with the other girls and I put it all out of my mind.

After eating some amazing breakfast consisting of made to order omelettes, bacon, sausage, toast, and strawberry jam, Rich and I walked down the hall back towards his office and the waiting area. I was wondering what he was planning for today so I asked, “Where are we going now?”

He looked at me with a smug grin on his face. “To your first test. I promise to go easier on you than the other girls, but only for this first test. Any else you experience while here will be as rough, painful, and torturing as I want it to be. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir.” He led me over to the elevator and we stepped inside. He took out a key and suddenly one of the metal panels moved to show a new set of numbers for floors. They seemed to be consistent with the regular elevator numbers so I was curious to know what difference they made. Rich saw me looking at them and explained after he pressed the number 16.

“This is my special elevator. This is the only elevator in the whole building that will allow access to both parts of it. This building appears to be much taller than 26 floors. Well there are actually 52. Between every normal level is one of my levels. Level 16 happens to be where your journey with me truly begins.” As he finished talking, the door pinged and we walked out. It looked just like a normal building, doors on both sides, but every so often, there would be a viewing panel so anyone in the hallway could see what was happening inside the room. They were all empty as seemed the entire floor because I could hear now sound except for the heating system. As we got near the end of the hall, we went right and I noticed there were no more doors as we walked. There was only the door directly ahead where the hallway ended and I figured that this is where I would be tested.

Rich took out his keys again and unlocked and opened the door. The room was pitch black. Rich gestured for me to go in and I knew I had no choice but to blindly walk in.

“Walk 25 paces in. There will be nothing in your way. Then stay there and wait for me.” I of course followed and heard the door close behind me. Now it really was utter darkness. I stopped at exactly 25 paces and waited.

I was getting nervous. I had been standing there for 5 minutes and hadn’t heard a word or sound from Rich. But still, I stood and waited. And waited and waited. I had lost tract of time by this point, but I figured I’d been standing for about 2 hours. My muscles were sore and tired, and I needed to use the bathroom. But somehow I knew I was being tested. This was my test and as much as I was in pain, this is what I wanted. If this made Richard happy by having me stand still here, then I would do so until I collapsed from exhaustion.

My back was killing me. It felt like a thousand knives were stabbing me and any shift just made it worse. My legs were like jello and I honestly don’t know what was holding them up besides sheer will. I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, even though my will was solid, my body couldn’t keep up when lights came on blinding me. I then saw Richard and sighed in relief. I thought, Thank god this finally over. Hopefully I passed.

“How did you like your warm-up?” Rich asked.

“Wwwarmm-up? Oh please no! There can’t be more!” I dropped my head and almost began to cry.

“Of course there can. Are you giving up so soon? I thought you’d at least last the week.”

I shook my head, took a deep breath, and raised my head. “Sir, I can take as much as you can give me. Thank you Sir for this warm-up.”

“Now that’s a good girl.” He walked over to me with a smile on my face and I knew the pain would be worth it if I could only be his girl. “Now that you’ve gone through the warm-up, the real test begins. But first, I bet you have to go to the bathroom, right?” I nodded and glanced away. He took my head in his hands. “Never be ashamed of who you are and what your body does. This is your first lesson from me. You are a beautiful young woman and your bodily functions do not bother me in any way. I don’t want you to think anything else about your body either. Ok?”

“Yes Sir.” I smiled at his words. I couldn’t help it.

“Now the bathroom is behind you to your left through the door. Be quick!” I hurried to the bathroom and when I came back out, I saw chains dropping from the ceiling and a contraption was beneath it. It looked like some strange seat, but I couldn’t figure it out. I walked quickly back to Rich and patiently waited with my hands behind my back while he set everything up. “That was quick, good! Now take off your clothes. You won’t need them at this point.” I quickly took off the pjs from the night before and folded them placing them next to me.

“Now this chair is an object of my own design. Basically it’ll help support your legs while the chains will hold up your hands. But you’ll have to maintain your balance, other wise the chains will dig into your skin and the belts on the chair will scratch your legs. Then your surprise comes, just to make it harder.” The look on his face was one of pure delicious evil. I was scared and excited! “I’ll help you into this, but if you decide to stay with me, this chair will soon become your new best friend.”

Rich helped me onto the chair. I could immediately tell that maintaining balance would be difficult. My legs were loosely strapped onto the chair. I need to hold onto the side just to keep them still. A pad was swung underneath me to hold me up while my wrists were cuffed to the chains. I was allowed to hold onto the chain to keep myself up, but that stretched me farther and pulled my whole body tight.

As he checked the bonds around my legs to make sure they were perfect, I wondered how crazy I had to be to allow this to happen after standing for over 2 hours straight. Richard was apparently satisfied because he walked over to the right and pressed a button on the wall. Suddenly the entire wall in front of me flipped around. A wall filled with crops, whips, floggers, pins, clamps, ball gags, paddles, and various other restraints and toys filled my sights. I had never seen such a display. Even the biggest toy shops couldn’t have compared to what was before me. I could tell most of the toys and restraints were hand made, but the quality was incredible. Everything was lovingly taken care of.

Rich walked over to the wall and slowly passed the items, picking up what he needed. He returned with a 2ft long crop, a vicious looking flogger, a pink ball gag, clover nipple clamps and a clamp that I assumed was for my pussy. I opened my mouth so he could place the ball gag. “Clench hard on that, I don’t want it coming out. And I’m not going to belt it around your head just to test you.” I nodded and bit down hard on the ball gag. He then teased my nipples with his fingers which made me squirm. I could feel myself slipping so I grabbed on tighter to the chains above me. Rich just smiled and clamped my right nipple, then my left one. They hurt so bad and I knew it was only just beginning. He pinch my clit hard and put the other clamp on. I screamed through the ball gag and dug my fingers into the metal. My legs were already beginning to shake. I prayed that this would be over quickly and I wouldn’t lose my grip, but I feared that both of those prayers wouldn’t be answered.

“Now don’t hold back from me angel. I want you to scream sweetly for me and writhe as much as you can. Heh heh. This is going to sting a bit, but remember to not lose your grip on those chains or lose that ball gag. I’ll only make it worse for you if you do.” He stroked my hair and I felt at peace.

Whack! “MmmMuhhhhrrrr!!” My scream was muffled and I couldn’t help but wiggle. I could feel me slip a bit off the chair and held onto the chains tighter.

Whack! Whack! Whack! I lost count of the strikes from the flogger. Whack! Wham! He struck my legs, feet, stomach, arms. I was covered in red, raised lines. I was so sore I had no control over my body anymore. I felt my hands begin to slip, but there was nothing I could do.

“Ahhrrhh!” I screamed and the chains pulled on my arms. My legs slid until they were rubbed tightly against the bonds. Only my ankles were still on the chair and the chains were pulling and scraping at my wrists. I was in total agony.

Rich shook his head and sighed. “Oh little one. You disappoint me. Now I have no choice but to be hard on you.” Rich actually looked sad and a wave of disappointed filled me. He grabbed the clamp on my clit and pulled the chain. “Ahhrrhhhh!” He attached the chain to the chains clamping my nipples. It pulled my clit and nipples close together, setting them all on fire. “Nrroohh! Shrop! Leass!”

“Sorry angel, but you brought this on yourself. I can’t stop until you’re punished thoroughly.” I began to sob, which only pulled everything worse. And yet, I never felt better in my life. My pussy was sopping wet and I had cum more times than I could count. As much as I hated the pain, I realized I needed it. But there was no stopping the tears or the swats from the crop.

Whack! Whack Whack Whack Whack! Oh sweet, sweet agony. I embraced my pain like I’ve never embraced anything in my life. I would stay in this moment forever as long as I could feel this way when Rich hit me with the crop. He beat my pussy and breasts the worst, especially the nipples and clit. But then it stopped hurting and all I could do was cum hard.

“Ahhrrggg! Ugghhh! Ahhww essss! Ore! Ore!” I cried!

“Do you want more little slut?”

“Esss!!” And he gave it all to me. I was cropped and flogged until I passed out from the pain and pleasure mixture.

Slowly I opened my eyes. There was a soft light above me and I was on something very soft and hurt so bad and good. I took a deep breath and fell back to sleep. I awoke again in a few hours though it felt like only a few minutes. This time Rich was there stroking my hair as everything slowly came back to me.

“I thought…I was getting off easy.”

“Sorry angel. You asked for it in the end. And it seemed like you were quite enjoying yourself. How are you feeling?”

I glared at him. “Really?! How do you expect me to feel?”

“I figured you were still going to be asleep and incoherent, honestly. I’m surprised you’re talking right now.”

“Wow, um…that’s startling. So this is a good thing I guess?” Rich nodded. “Ok then. So what now?”

“The doctor will come back and check in on you to decide if you can move yet and if I can take you to the recovery room in a wheelchair. You sit tight for a minute while I buzz him up here. Do you need anything? Water, ice, heat?”

“Water please.” Rich walked over to the intercom and called for the doctor and then brought me a glass of water.

“I’m going to put a pillow under your head so you can drink.” I nodded and slowly moved to help him. I was aching and could barely move, but eventually we got a pillow underneath and I slowly sipped the water. Knock Knock! The doctor came in and smiled.

“I’m glad to see you awake dear. My name is Doctor James O’Connor. I’ll do a quick check to make sure there’s nothing broken, though I highly doubt that. I’m mainly looking for nerve or muscle damage. Mr. Johnson said you had a rough few hours. No matter how many times I tell him to go easy on the slaves during their first time, he’ll never listen. But you don’t look too bad for all the wear. I’m going to have to move you so let me know if there are any sharp pains.” Dr. O’Connor moved all of my limbs, but nothing seemed to be too painful, just achey.

“That wasn’t too bad Doc. No sharp pains. Just a lot of aches.”

“I don’t think you have any real damage. You’ll be bruised for a few days though. Mr. Johnson, and now this is an order, you are not to do anything else to this girl for at least 5 days. Do you understand?” The doctor said, giving Rich a dark look.

“Completely understood. No rough housing of any kind. I’ll take care of her personally. Can I move her to the recovery area?”

“Yes, but I suggest you move her in a wheelchair. Her muscles just aren’t ready for major movement yet. Take care Ms. Elizabeth Chandler. I’ll be checking in on you soon.” He then walked out and left Richard and I alone.

“…How did he know my name?? Did you know my name??”

“Yes angel. I knew who you were the moment I saw you. I’ve actually been to your house before at one of your father’s parties. Imagine my surprise when I saw you in those clothes! I barely held back that surprise! But I’m glad you’re here. I enjoy watching you wiggle your body so erotically.” He had that look I’d later learn was his “I want to ravage you like an animal” look. I blushed and couldn’t help but smile. I liked that he found me attractive and enticing. “Too bad I can’t do anything to you for 5 days. This will inhibit my plans drastically.”

I reached up and grabbed his hand. “Rich. I don’t want to change my mind. I can’t imagine my life going back to the way it was. Not after what you did to my body, not after all I felt. I want to be completely yours, even with all these aches.”

Rich just looked at me for a minute and brushed the hair out of my face with his other hand. “You have no idea how much it means to me to hear you say those words. But I still want to give you the week I promised. I don’t want to rush into this. Now let me go get that wheelchair for you.” He got up from the bed and left through the door. He was back in about 10 minutes and helped me slowly moved out of the bed into the wheelchair. It took a few minutes and a lot of yelling and “ow”ing on my part, but we eventually got me settled. We then left the room and went back to the elevator. Rich pressed the button and keyed in the correct floor. The 25th floor specifically. When the doors opened, I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was a palace hidden away amid office levels. I then understood why the regular 25th floor only had bathrooms. This hidden room was too spectacular to be limited. There was a giant chandelier hanging from the ceiling decked in gold and diamonds. There were multiple levels and a stair case going up to I was guessing what would be the real 25th floor. Rich rolled me out and turned to the left. We walked past famous paintings and other works of art.

“Rich? This place is amazing! I can’t believe this is the recovery area.”

“Well technically, it’s not. This is my residence here. I have a personal recovery room for my girls, but none of them have seen any of this before. Not even Candy. I either blindfold them or they’re unconscious when they get here and leave. But with you, I couldn’t do that. I felt that you needed to see all of this because only you could truly appreciate it. The other girls are sweet and I love them dearly, but I don’t connect with them. They don’t have nearly the education we’ve gotten and don’t have the cultural history that we know. And all of the girls except Candy are expendable. Candy is sweet, but she’ll never be more than my little girl, a pet.

We “Masters” always talk about slavery and how it’s a domination of another. And this is true. But for a life long partnership to stem from that? There must be common ground. Unless I was going to steal away some elite girl or marry a non-slave, I didn’t see me with anyone long term. And I wanted neither option. Then you stepped through my doors. I have always watched you from afar, and you were one of the few I would’ve kidnapped to suit my needs. And here you are, wanting to be my little slut. Can you see how incredible this seems? And then before, when you were tied and chained up, all those fantasies of you became a reality and I couldn’t have stopped myself even if I had to. Not until you stopped enjoying yourself too.”

We were both quiet while his words sank in. Then he slowly began rolling me down the hall. He opened one of the doors and pulled the wheelchair in. It was a sterile room, but the bed was a king size which was nice. He helped me get into the bed and gave me some pain killers with a sleeping aid. As I slowly drifted off to sleep, he sat on the edge of the bed holding my hand.

“Please lie with me Rich. I need it.”

“Ok angel. Whatever you want.”