To Obey
by Fire-Bird
Chapter 40 "Movie Making."
Cindy looked over the shop's glass cabinet. She could hear her father in
the background chatting about features and accessories to the salesman.
Cindy wasn't too happy about the idea of buying a video camera. She already
knew what it was going to be used for but again it was her's father's
decision and she simply accepted it.
She heard her father saying he'd take the Sony. Good she thought. Even
though she wasn't happy about the idea at least he choose a good brand.
Some of his other purchases hadn't been too hot. She stood by her father
as the Salesman swiped the credit card and then handed over the box with
the camera. Cindy took the tripod and extra bag of video tapes and they
both left the store.
"Daddy?"
"Yes honey."
"What are we going to be using the camera for?"
Paul smirked. "What do you think, honey."
"Well, in that case I could use some clothes ... " Cindy left the sentence
hanging in mid-air.
"I figured you would. Let's put this stuff in the car and get you a new
wardrobe."
"Yippee!" Cindy called out.
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John and Ivy walked in through the front door. Ivy had to hold onto John's
arm as her thighs were very sore.
"Well!"
Ivy jumped at the sound. They turned and saw Mr Boggis. He didn't seem happy.
"Sir?" asked John. Ivy admired how he was always cool under scrutiny.
"I had to have Jenny punished and I had to get one of the other porters to
do it because I couldn't find my head porter. What does that tell me?"
John quickly thought before replying. "It means your head porter is in
need of a holiday Sir. He hasn't had one for nearly four years."
"Fair enough. Choose a replacement but be back here before the opening in
ten weeks."
"Yes Sir. Thank you Sir."
"And take Ivy with you. She seems to like it when you fuck her. I could
hear her from my office."
Ivy blushed and tried to hide a smile.
"Yes Sir. I'll take the vocal bitch with me."
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Jane Henderson pulled on her cuffs. No way were they going to break she
thought. Her long hair flowed behind her shoulders. Some sort of wood
screw was pushing into the small of her back forcing her tits way forward.
Over to the side the Priest stirred a pot. The stench was foul. Jane tried
to hold her breath occasionally to keep the smell away from her senses but
it was a losing battle.
Jane watched as the Priest leaned down and picked up what seemed to be an
over-large spoon. So large it required two handles. The Priest put the
spoon in and scooped out a helping of hot melted wax.
Jane tried to pull back as the Priest got closer to her. He smiled as he
stood beside her and tipped the spoon. A river of hot wax spilled over the
edge and covered Jane's right tit. Initially it was cool but half a second
later Jane cried out. The Priest went back for a refill while the first lot
of wax started cooling down slowly.
Jane's eyes flew wide open as she felt another load of wax being poured on
to her tortured tits. She screamed. The Priest didn't even seem to notice.
After he finished the second pouring he put the spoon into the pot and
waited. A few minutes past. He then touched the wax and found it had cooled
down somewhat. He reached into his robes and pulled out a pair of small white
gloves.
Jane watched as the Priest put the gloves on. She noticed they had small
5mm plastic spikes. Priest then took hold of Jane's breasts and rubbed at
them with his gloves. They tore through the wax quickly and then the
spikes came into contact with bare skin. The Priest didn't stop, in fact
he rubbed harder. Jane groaned and occasionally shirked as he ran his
hands over her sore sensitive nipples.
After a few minutes the Priest took off the gloves.
"Don't worry dear Jane. We're not finished yet. We've got the whole pot to
go. And when we've finished, you're going to watch as I do the same to
your sister."
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The door buzzer sounded when Paul and Cindy entered the Sporting Goods
shop. Paul went over to the fishing equipment and studied the hooks. Cindy
was weighed down with her clothing purchases. She put the bags on the
ground and rubbed her sore forearms and wrists.
"Can I help you?" came a squealed voice from behind the counter.
Cindy looked over. The guy couldn't have been more than 16. His pimples
were so bad that they were casting shadows over his other blemishes. It
was obvious he had been staring at Cindy's figure since she walked in.
Cindy decided to have some fun. She walked seductively over to the kid
and pulled off his hat. He watched it as it sailed behind her landing on
some golf clubs. She reached forward and grabbed his shirt making sure he
got a good look at her exposed cleavage.
"I'm horny little man. Got something you can fuck me with?" She then ran
her tongue all around her lips.
" ... um .. ahh .. " stuttered the store clerk.
Cindy leaned further in beside his ear. "I need your cock deep in my cunt
right now. I need you sssooo bad!"
She leaned her head back to look into his eyes, then she winked. With a
remarkable demonstration of gravity's persuasion the store clerk went from
standing straight up to flat on the floor with a dull thud. A few seconds
later Paul stood beside Cindy.
"Okay, what did you do?" he asked.
"Nothing Daddy. I was just talking to him." giggled his daughter.
Paul rolled his eyes. He tapped the customer bell a couple of times but
after waiting a minute he left. A small packet of fishing hooks and a roll
of nylon inside his jacket pocket.
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Ivy wrapped her arms around John's neck. "Where are we going to go?"
"Not sure. I've got a bit of savings. Where do you want to go?"
Ivy hummed for a second, "Hong Kong?"
"Hong Kong?" asked John.
"Yeah, Hong Kong. I've got friends there and they are part of Submissive
Community over there. When it comes to torture the Chinese are way ahead
of us. It'll be fun."
"Hong Kong it is then .... we leave tomorrow."
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Cindy lay forward on the wooden horse in the basement. Her arms were
stretched out to the side and were cuffed down. She had on her discipline
slip and watched while her father setup the video camera. Over to the side
was a tangle of fishing nylon and small glints of metal. Cindy assumed they
were hooks.
"Okay honey. All ready?" asked her father.
"As ready as I'll ever be. What do I need to do?"
"Just act natural."
Paul went over and picked up some of the nylon. He dropped them down beside
the horse and untie her slip. A rush of cool air raised goose bumps on her
skin as he pulled the slip off and tossed it into the corner. Cindy could
feel her ass cheeks being spread and then suddenly a sharp pain.
She jerked forward but the cuffs and rope held her firm. Another shot of
pain caused Cindy to cry out. A minute later it felt like the skin on her
ass was being pulled in all directions ... which in fact it was.
Paul took another fish hook and pushed it through Cindy's vagina lip. He
had four in there now. He pulled Cindy's lips wide and tied off the nylon
to the horse's posts.
Tears welled up in Cindy's eyes. She looked over as her right hand middle
finger was being straightened out. Before she could protest a fish hook
went in through the tip. Cindy screamed. She could feel the metal just
missing the bone. Her index and ring fingers were next. Paul tied them off
to a ring in the wall. He made sure there was very little slack. Then while
his daughter continued to weep he did the same to her left hand.
Cindy knew better to say that the hooks hurt. That's what her father
wanted. She watched as he put some hooks into her breast and pulled them
out to the side.
"Nearly finished sweetie. Four more to go." he said. Cindy felt two of the
hooks enter her ass cheeks. Cindy focused on the red light of the video
camera. Then her father stood in between her and the light. He pulled
back on her hair and Cindy screamed as a hook was inserted up her nostril
and then pushed out through the side. Her eyes were full of water and the
desire to rub her nose was very strong. The second hook made it even more
unbearable. Paul then tied off the nylon to a ring in the wall.
"All done. Now we can begin." said her father.
Begin?!? Cindy's thoughts raced through her mind. She saw her father's
shadow disappear behind her. He rummaged in a drawer and returned back
with sinkers. They had been carved so they'd have small hooks on their
tops. Paul hang them strategically on the nylon. The extra weight made
Cindy cry out even more.
"Smile for the camera Honey." said Paul.
Cindy then felt the first lash of a whip. Many more came that night.
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