Twisted Guardian Part 6 "The Ultimate Humiliation Begins." by Blushing slut
Nicole made her way through the villa, and down to the cellar staircase, that lead to the dungeon.
She paused at the top, sniffing the dank air that rose from below. Her senses were alive! The smell of the dungeon was not just of the mildew and damp and must. It also held the scent of all the previous torments that had happened here, long ago, in those long forgotten centuries. She could smell the thrill of the captor, holding the prey. And the fear and loathing of the captive. The walls had absorbed all the vestiges of the pain and suffering they'd witnessed.
She licked her lips. She could just about taste the evilness of the place. Like a snake, tasting the air. It made her skin tingle with excitement! And it made the anticipation, for the new torments about to unfold, that much sweeter.
She felt proud to be continuing the tradition of her ancestors. She was related by blood to the second and longest owner of the Villa, Don Ludolpho Del Castilla. She still bore the family name. And now, She was the Master of the Villa Castilla! She had already made its walls laugh out again, at the sound of whips upon naked flesh! And she would now, make the walls of this dungeon, sing proud again, with the echoes of the pleading cries of the hapless one! And imprint deep into the dirt floor, the vile acts that she would inflict upon him now! So that others, someday, would sniff it in the air, as well!
She descended the stairs, her thin spiked heels clicking in time with the lead-weighted cane that tapped behind her. She had also brought a six foot braided cattle whip with her, that hung off her belt and trailed behind her like a snake.
She reached the bottom and strode across the interrogation chamber, into the room where the rack stood. She went up to it , grasped the handle and gave the drum a full turn. She tested the leather wrist straps and inspected the metal strap platform. She was delighted to see that everything appeared to be in working order. Perhaps she would have J upon it sooner than she'd thought.
It delighted her to know that he could probably here her inspecting the device. She gave another turn of the chain drum just to make sure. The wooden cogs creaked and whined. She knew he would be cringing in fear, by now, not having the slightest idea of what he was in for next! She proceeded over to the entrance of the toilet chamber.
She stood in the open archway and looked down upon her charge. He was kneeling, with his face pressed into the tiles, hands clasped behind his back, toes pointed in mid-air, like a ballerina, and his ass positioned as high up as possible. Just like she'd taught him. He was quivering slightly. His satin chemise was pulled up into the small of his back, and his panties were pulled down just below his ass cheeks. He was such an eager little slut, she thought to herself. He'd learned most of his lessons quite well.
She disconnected the cattle whip from her belt. She swung it back and forward and cracked the air with a vicious snap! J visibly cringed! "Aren't you a sweet looking desert!" she chuckled.
"How long have you been in that position, slave? Be honest!" she snapped, striding into the chamber and digging her boot-heel into the flesh of his ass cheek. "Just now miss, as you entered the dungeon" he winced at his words, knowing they would displease her.
"You devious little whore! How dare you try to deceive me! Get that ass up higher! Hold it like that!" she cried out angrily. She removed her heel from his tender skin, leaving a deep red imprint where it had dug in. "Whenever i tell you to wait for me, THIS is the position i expect you in, for the full duration!" She kicked him hard in his balls! He shrieked in pain!
She took two steps back from him and slowly ran the cattle-whip through the palm of her hand, from butt to tip. "Look at me!" she hissed. J turned his head, struggling to maintain the difficult pose she had him in, as the dull ache grew in his groin.
He got his first look at the brutal whip. The handle was shaped as a large black cock. The black and green braided strips, came off the handle and slowly tapered down the six foot length, to where the final two strands were flat braided for the last several inches. It was designed to move an eight hundred pound steer, with one lash. J could only imagine what it might do to his tender flesh! He knew he was about to find out!
The whip snaked through her hand. She had a very cruel smile on her lips. "Meet your new maiden, J. Kiss her tail." she held the tip to his lips. "Kiss the girl who will make you better for me." He pressed his lips to the heavy, braided tail of the whip. He kissed it as passionately as he could. And it was not false passion. He knew by now, that all of the impliments she had used on him, during his training, did indeed make him perform better for her.
And wasnt that what he loved to do? Wasn't that his greatest passion of all? To truly please his Mistress, and see her smiling down at him, for some lesson well learned? To see her spent with pleasure, her sadistic desires satiated by what she had just unleashed upon him, and what he had so willingly just endured for her?
Oh Yes. He kissed the Maidens Tail, quite fervently! Even though he feared it terribly! If it had been in anyone elses hand, he would have tried to escape. But not when it was in the hand, of the woman he adored and worshipped!
She drew the tail back up to her hand and clenched the end of it. "You will receive five of her kisses in return, now, for your deceptive behaviour, you little whore! Get that ass higher for me!" She stepped back, and quickly swung the whip down straight across one of his quivering ass cheeks! The whistle and the snap, preceding the blow, all serving to throw J into a paroxysm of fear and agony! The pain was searing! He was still able to maintain a semblance of his correct posture, though.
She didn't delay on the second lash. She was in perfect stance as she swung and cracked the whip on the very same tender spot, at the top of his ass cheek, just below his waist! Nor did she delay on the third and forth, both striking the same worried spot! J crumpled to the floor, sobbing quietly from the pain of the vicious welt forming on his ass.
"Get up!" she yelled "Get up now! This round isn't over yet! That'll be an extra one for not maintaining your stance!" He moved quickly back into position.
Again, with no delay, she wielded her whip, with two strikes to the same bulging welt that had formed on his ass-cheek. He cried out, wailing for her to please have mercy! Not even realizing he'd received the six!
She knelt down beside him and softly caressed his swollen welt. He was on the verge of sobbing, but held it in, "There there, my good boy. You took those very well. Dear me. If that was a half ton bull i had just subjected those lashes to, he'd be busting through the fences, by now! Now you know what this fine maiden is capable of, don't you? You wont want to cross her path too often, will you?" she asked softly.
"No Mistress Nicole. I only want to try to do good for you. I dont ever want to deserve lashes like that! You'll see how hard i'll work to avoid them!" He looked up at her pleadingly.
"Oh dear." she smirked "But you've forgotten that i take great pleasure in administering your suffering. You dont need to deserve it. You only need to take what i wish to give you. I dont ever need to have a reason to have my fun with you, now do I?"
He lowered his eyes "Of course not mistress. How silly of me."
"Quite" she nodded "But your still learning. I will forgive you that. Now lets move on to the matters at hand, shall we?" she slapped him gently in the face and rose.
"Now, when i first arrived here today, i was struck by the fact that you had been kneeling, or more likely lounging , in front of this toilet throne for over an hour. And that you apparently didnt have the common sense to figure out what your correct position in this device might be, and that perhaps you should be in said position before i arrived. Hmmm? Where we distracted in some way?" she placed her hand under his chin and turned his face to hers.
"Yes, miss, i guess i was." he said nervously. "And why?" she queried. "I guess i was caught up in all the ideas running through my head, about what you might have planned for me" he said, hoping his answer was sufficient. "Well i can tell you, J, that you probably havent imagined the worst that i can do to you, here in this chamber. I'm sure i havent either." she laughed!
She slowly withdrew her lead weighted cane from her belt. He lowered his eyes in fear. She took the tip of the cane, and brought it to the rim of the head-pit, under the throne. She reached down and unbuckled the claw device from one of the straps, and then traced the tip of her cane around the top edge of the pit.
She leaned down, placing her face inches from his. Her eyes blazed! She began to speak in a low, gutteral voice "Get your fucking head into this pit, where it belongs, you filthy little slut! I'm gonna teach you just how much i want you to suffer for me. And you're going to learn to love it! You will be begging me for all the treats i give you, all the disgusting things i'm going to put into that slut mouth of yours. Genuinely begging me! Thats what i'm going to bring you to, slave! It's what_ I'm_ going _to_ get!" she bared her teeth ominously. He knew that the moment was now here. The moment he had been fearing the most. And the one that Nicole had been waiting for with such relish.
He quickly got himself into position, placing his head down into the toilet pit, and proferring his wrists to her, for the manacles to be placed upon him. She straddled him. After placing his wrists into the steel cuffs, she reached up and slowly unzipped the crotch of her cat-suit. All the way round to well up above her ass.
She stepped up onto the toilet seat, and slowly squatted down so that her asshole was just inches from his mouth. She looked down at him. "Now, as promised,slut, you're going to wiggle that little tongue of yours, deep into my hole and loosen me, for my morning passage. Perform!"
to be continued...
