Tryout - Part 1
by Dari (dari69@hotmail.com)
When I woke up the first thing I noticed was that I was hurting all
over, and I didn't recall what had happened to me. Slowly I opened my eyes. A
curtain of my long read hairs obstructed my view, and I moved them aside. I
didn't know the room I was in, but it was definitely nowhere where I'd been
before. The walls were made of stone, and strange objects and chains lined the
walls. It looked just like a medieval torture chamber.
Slowly my memories came back, and I remembered why I was in such a bad
condition. I'd been out drinking with some friends of mine, and then, just
outside one of the clubs, someone had attacked us. My muscles were hurting
because of the severe beating that I'd received. In contrary to my two friends,
Sarah and Jenny, I had struggled when I had realized what was about to happen to
us, but it hadn't done me any good.
Again I looked around, this time with my eyes completely open, and
turning my head to get a better look. I was lying on the cold stone floor, near
one of the corners of the room. Jenny lay, evidently unconscious, next to me,
but I couldn't see Sarah. She was, like me, naked, and her blond dyed hair hid
her face. Apart from us the room was empty.
Slowly I tried to get up, and was quite surprised when I even managed to
get myself in a half sitting, half crouching position. Somehow considering the
room around me I had thought I might be restrained somehow, but my captors
seemed to have known how awful and hurt I'd feel, unable even to move more than
a few muscles at a time. When I examined my body I saw red and blue welts
everywhere. I'd never been beaten before, but I looked rather like I'd been
involved in an accident than beaten.
Just when I thought about crawling over to my friend, a door on the
other side of the room opened. I froze and regretted immediately that I had
moved. If I had still been lying on the floor I might have pretended to be
unconscious still, but this way they'd see that I was already awake.
In came a woman followed by two men, one of whom was carrying the limb
form of my other friend, Sarah. The dark haired woman was wearing a black
leather bra and skirt, with thigh-high high-heeled leather boots, while the men
both wore black leather pants. All of them wore masks that obscured parts of
their faces.
The woman pointed to a place on the wall, and the man carrying Sarah let
her down there, chaining her to the wall by her wrists. She didn't resist, but I
could now see that she was wide awake, staring up at the man, her blond hair in
wild disarray.
While I had watched my friend being chained to the wall, the woman had
stepped further into the room, and had covered most of the distance between up.
I could see her smile down at me, but it wasn't a friendly smile.
"So, our little wildcat has finally woken up. About time, I guess. I
just got bored with that little slut over there."
She motioned to the two men, and they came to me, looking more than a
little menacing. I tried to crawl away, but they simply seized me by my arms and
got e to my feet. I let out a cry of pain as my muscles protested, and their
string grips on my arms were painful enough to let me catch my breath in my
throat.
The woman now covered the rest of the distance to me and looked me up
and down for once. When she reached out to cup my chin in her hand I tried to
move my head away, but her grip was strong enough to not only keep my head
secured, but to let me gasp in pain.
"It will really be a lot of fun to make you suffer and see you struggle.
You look like you can take quite a lot."
Then she released me, and the men dragged me over to the opposite wall.
One of them took hold of both my arms, while the other went to a cabinet in the
wall and extracted something that looked like a leather dog collar, that he than
fastened around my throat. It was way too tight and made breathing hard for me,
but that didn't seem to bother my captors.
Next he withdrew 2 sets of leather cuffs. One pair went about my wrists,
but when he tried to fasten the other par around my ankles I kicked out. Or at
least I tried to put up a fight. Before I knew what was happening, the man had
gotten up and slammed his fist into my stomach, while the other one released me.
I fell down to the floor, unable to catch myself with my cuffed hands, and
landed very hard.
Before I could move, one of the men sat down on my back, while the other
one fastened the cuffs around my ankles. I was unable to breathe with the extra
weight on my back and tried to at least cry out, but no sound came out of my
mouth.
Just when my vision began to blur the man from my back got up and was
dragged to my feet again. I was then pushed against the wall with my front
facing the room, while the men secured the cuffs at my wrists to a chain coming
down from the ceiling. When I was securely fastened, they cuffed my feat to
chains that were attached to the floor, spreading me wide open. The muscles in
my tights rebelled, and I let out a low moan of pain.
When they were finished securing me to the wall, the men went back to
stand silently behind the woman, who was examining me from the distance. Only
then I realized how I must look, stark naked and chained to a wall, with nothing
to cover me, and every inch of my body in plain view. I felt my cheeks redden,
but tried to fight the rising sense of shame. At least I had tried not to end in
this position, and every amount of embarrassment wouldn't get me out of it,
anyway.
Slowly my breathing evened out a bit, and I was finally able to take
steady if not too deep breaths again. Compared to choking it was an improvement.
While they had chained me to the wall, Jenny had finally woken up, and I
could see her huddled against the corner, her knees drawn up tightly to her
chin, trying to cover most of her naked body up. Sarah mirrored her position at
the other end of the chamber.
The woman seemed to ignore my friends and came forward to me again. She
smiled down at me, being taller as me and wearing the high heels, too. Again she
reached out to cup my chin in her hand, but this time she didn't stop with that.
Slowly her hands slid lower, over my shoulders and down to my breasts. I could
feel my breath catch in my throat when she began to pinch and fondle my nipples,
while she intently stared into my face. Stubbornly I stared back, although my
face burnt with shame. It was one thing to be naked, but quite another to me
touched by a stranger in front of my friends, even if I couldn't to a thing to
avoid it.
My gaze flickered to my friends, and the woman must have seen it,
because she laughed, while one of her hands slid still lower, while the other
was still working on my breast.
"Embarrassing for you that your friends can see just what a slut you
are, isn't it?"
Just then her hand reached between my legs, and I inhaled sharply when
she plunged a finger into my vagina. When she moved her finger out of me again
it glistened wet, which made her smile even more.
"Look at yourself; you're already excited and quite wet. Looks like
you're greatly enjoying yourself."
From across the room I could see Jenny's eyes widen in shock, and Sarah
looked like she'd never seen me before. My face grew hotter still, and I began
to shake my head in disbelieve. They couldn't possibly believe that I liked
this!
"Now be a good girl and like your juice from my fingers."
I turned my heads to look back at the woman standing before me, and
closed my lips tightly when she held her hand out to me. When I tried to turn my
head away again, she griped it with her other hand and forced me to stay still,
but I still resisted her. At a signal from her one of the men joined her, the
one that had fastened my cuffs. He then began to massage my sex with one of his
hands, stroking my clit with his thumb while entering me with one of his other
fingers.
I really tried to suppress any feelings and emotions, but his caress was
arousing me quickly. I tried to tense all of my muscles, but the sensations that
rolled through my body were too overwhelming.
Without wanting to I cried out, knowing well enough what would happen if
I opened my mouth, but couldn't resist any longer. The woman pushed two of her
fingers into my mouth. For a second I thought about simply biting down on them,
but resigned myself to simply do nothing. Apparently that was enough, and the
woman withdrew her hands from my face, signing the man to step back again.
Something inside of me wanted him to continue working my body, but I was also
glad so be left alone again. At least they didn't want me to lick his fingers
clean, or rather his whole hand, which he showed me briefly, being wet all over,
before joining his companion on the other side of the room.
Flushed now with not only embarrassment I looked at the woman again. She
had turned her back on me and was now walking to Jenny, who was stark white with
shock. She had never been touched by a man in her whole life, and it seemed like
what they had done to me had scared her more than anything. I have also been a
virgin up till now, technically at least, but from some hushed comments I knew
that neither Sarah nor Jenny had ever even touched themselves. That I could not
say about myself.
Jenny was treated identically to me, only that she didn't struggle at
all, and when the woman began to touch her body she squealed like a piglet. I
don't know why, but somehow I was a little bit proud not to have emitted such
sounds. It seemed worse to look that frightened than be handled a bit more
roughly, but when I looked over to Sarah, still unbound on the floor; I could
see from the loathing in her eyes that she didn't share my thoughts. To avoid
her gaze I let my eyes wander over the room while they three cuffed and chained
Sarah to the third wall. She also only protested loudly when being fondled.
When she was finished, the woman walked back to the centre of the room,
and turning her head slightly to look at each of us. When she spoke, her voice
carried clearly through the room.
"As you see, you are all now totally helpless, and completely at my
mercy."
She smirked then, and picked up a rod from a stand at the wall. It
resembled a riding crop. I didn't really want to know what she had in mind with
that thing. She began flexing it while she spoke on.
"From now on, you only talk when you are asked to talk, and you will
refer to me as "Mistress", or "Mistress Amber". Do you understand that?"
I simply nodded my head, and saw her accepting that with a curt nod.
Sarah and Jenny both didn't move a muscle.
Fury shot into the eyes of the woman, and she rounded on Sarah, riding
crop poised in her hand.
"Do you understand that, cunt?"
Sarah's face drained of colour, and she hurried to answer.
"Yes"
A loud crack echoed through the room, followed by Sarah's loud wailing.
When she was silent again, the woman stepped closer still to her.
"I didn't hear that well, slut. What did you just say?"
"Yes, Mistress!"
Sarah sounded like she was near tears, and I couldn't really hold that
against her. When the woman moved on to Jenny, I could see a bright red stripe
on Sarah's thigh where the crop must have landed. It looked like it really hurt.
When the woman was standing in front of Jenny, the girl was already
sobbing loudly, but that didn't irritate the woman in the least.
"I have asked you a question, slut!"
Jenny's voice was weak and not clearly audible.
"Yes Mistress."
For a short moment I thought she would strike Jenny, too, but then the
woman just shrugged and patted the girl on the head, like you would pat a dog,
which made Jenny only cry harder.
Instead of returning to the middle of the room, the woman now came to
me, and I could feel fright rising inside of me. Before it had looked like she
was pleased with my nod, and from her neutral face I couldn't read if she
expected anything further from me. Then she was standing in front of me, leading
the riding crop up and down the inside of my right leg, stopping just inches
from my pussy, then going down to my knee, and up again.
"And you, do you have anything to add? Anything to object?"
"No, Mistress!"
My voice sounded surer and steadier than I'd even dreamt of, and the
woman smiled at me broadly.
"Good. About time you learn to behave yourself. Your life will be hard
enough if you try to follow my orders without complicating it further."
Without waiting for a reply she went back to her place in the middle of
the chamber and looked again at the three of us. Sarah and Jenny now both cried
softly, and I felt oddly out of place, being the only one to take it without
turning into a little girl.
"As you might have already realized, you are here to be punished and
trained to become sex slaves. Don't even think about escaping, you will realize
that that's not possible, and if we catch you trying, we'll punish you even
more, and you don't want that, now do you?"
"No, Mistress."
This time all three of us replied in unison, and the woman just nodded.
"Good that we understand each other. You will obey my every command, and
you will not resist your training, whatever I will want you to do. You will also
submit willingly to everything that Adam and Tom here will be doing to you. Do
you agree to that?"
I guess I didn't have much choice in that, so I replied loud and
quickly. Sarah and Jenny were a bit slower and didn't sound convinced in the
least, and I could see in the set of the shoulders of the woman that she had
noticed that. I just didn't know if that did me any good, or the contrary.
"We will now leave you for the night. I expect not to hear anything from
you, and it is really futile to shout for help, our little dungeon here is quite
sound proof. Enjoy your first night here and try to rest, you will need your
strength tomorrow."
With that she left the room through the door, the two men following her
like trained dogs. Before the door closed I got a quick look at the next room,
and it looked similar to the one we were kept in, only that there were some
strange things inside of it. The door closed to quickly for me to recognize any
of them, but I guess all the time in the world was not enough for me to
recognize them. I might have heard some things about dungeons like the one we
were in, but not much, and I guessed that I would come to know the things in the
next room in the next days.
The light in the room began to dim till I could barely see anything, but
it was still light enough not to be standing in the complete darkness. From the
opposite walls I could Jenny and Sarah weep silently, but at least they couldn't
stare it me with their accusing eyes.
I signed and closed my eyes, trying to find a comfortable position,
resting my head on one of my arms. My shoulders were already rebelling, and the
cold stone at my back didn't make it easier, but I tried to make the best out of
it, just as the woman had said. At least in the point that we would need all the
strength we had I believed her.
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I didn't get much sleep, but when the lights came on again my muscles
didn't hurt as bad as when I had woken the last time. Although I was stiff all
over, and from time to time a shiver ran through my body. I thought I could even
see my breath forming a slight cloud in front of my face. It was really cold
inside the dungeon.
After some minutes the door opened and the woman, followed by her two
flunkies, came in. Today she wore a wide leather strap instead of a bra that
only nearly covered her breasts, tight leather hot pants and the same boots as
yesterday. The mask was still on her face, next to the not-so pleasant smile.
"I hope you enjoyed your first night here, because the next one will be
not as pleasant, that I can promise you."
She walked over to Sarah, than to jenny, briefly examining them. Then
she came to stand in front of me, and I could see her smile brighten a bit. I
didn't know if that was a good sign, but I dreaded that it was not. Like with
the other two she turned my head from side to side, looked me in the eyes, and
seemed rather satisfied with what she saw. Then she turned around and walked
back to her usual speaking place in the middle of the room.
"Today I will begin with your training. At first I will administer the
same methods to all three of you, but as the day passes I will try to find out
where your individual breaking points lie. Adam and Tom will help me doing that,
and later still they will take over parts of your training. You will object
neither of this, is that clear?"
"Yes, Mistress!"
I was a bit horrified when I realized that I sounded sort of eager, but
then I'd do anything to get free of the cold stone wall, and be able to move my
arms and legs again.
"So, then let's not waste time, let's begin with the fun."
Amber walked right up to Jenny, who began to sob lightly again.
"Don't cry little girl, I haven't even done a thing to you. Safe your
tears for when you'll need them." Without a signal from her, Adam and Tom moved
to her side and unfastened the chains that held Jenny upright. She sagged
instantly, unable to bear her own weight, and they half carried, half dragged
her to the middle of the room, where the stood her up again and chained her
wrists to a chain dangling down from the ceiling. Jenny's toes only barely
toughed the ground, which frightened me a bit, because I was at least 5 inches
shorter than her, which would put me way up in the air if I were in her place.
"What's your name, slut?"
Jenny needed several tried to finally find her voice again.
"Jenny."
The woman made a slight gesture towards one of the tables that lined the
walls, and Tom went to fetch a long leather whip from there. At least I thought
that the dark haired man was tom, and the blond one Adam.
The moment Jenny saw the whip she began sobbing again frantically. Amber
slapped her several times in the face, rather gently, but Jenny only cried
harder. When she saw that her action hadn't had the appreciated result, she
produced a large black rubber ball with straps on it from somewhere, and stuffed
it into jenny's mouth, fastening the straps behind her head an gagging her
efficiently with it. Only muted sobs could now be heard.
"It's much more fun when I don't have to gag you, because I like to hear
your screams and pleads for mercy, but enough is enough. But believe me, crying
will only worsen your punishment, not lighten it."
The woman took the whip that was offered her and slowly began to walk
around Jenny. Jenny tried to follow her, but the chains limited her view. Amber
stopped after she had circled the girl once. Then she swung the whip, letting it
crack next to Jenny's body. Jenny whimpered into her gag, and I could see her
shock-widened eyes. The next strike didn't hit thin air but made contact with
the girl's middle and the whip coiled about her hips like some strange belt.
Even muffled by her gag I could hear Jenny scream.
Amber waited until Jenny had quieted again, then the woman swung the
whip again, this time landing it across the tightly closed thighs of the girl.
The next one went to her right breast, and I was suddenly glad that Jenny was
gagged, because the scream she uttered was loud enough to raise the hairs on my
body although she was gagged.
After administering ten strokes, the woman stepped away from Jenny,
removed her gag and signalled the men to unchain her. Jenny collapsed into a
sobbing heap. Red welts had begun to appear on her body where the whip hat
bitten into her tender flesh. The men picked her up easily and carried her back
to her place, where she was chained again into her former position, but leaving
her ankles free so that she could keep her legs closed.
The next one to be brought to the middle of the room was Sarah, and like
Jenny she only cried, but didn't struggle. She also was gagged, and took her ten
whip lashes with no dignity at all. I wished she hadn't struggled at least a
bit, that way it would have taken longer, and Amber wouldn't just round at me.
The moment the men unchained my feet, I tried with all my strength to
put on a fight. I even succeeded in kicking Adam where it hurt the most,
swinging back hard against the wall, still chained with my wrists. Across the
room I could see the woman smirk, just like she was making fun of her flunkies,
than Tom socked me on the chin, and my head connected very hard with the wall. I
could feel my vision dwindle away, and my body went sort of limp. He rapidly
unchained me and dragged me over to the middle of the room, where a not so
steady Adam had to help him lift me up so they could hook my wrist cuffs to the
chain.
As I had feared also with my weight added to the chain I was too short
to be able to touch the ground with my toes, and the strain in my wrists and
shoulders made me gasp in pain. Amber's smirk told me that she knew how much
this position alone hurt me, and considering the pain I had just caused Adam,
she didn't seem to mind. So I swung slowly from side to side rotating a bit, and
trying not to gasp from the pain.
"After your display of obedience yesterday I thought you had come to
your senses, but it looks like you'll resume your futile struggle. I guess
there'll be nothing left than simply break you, because I guess I won't be able
to trust you even if you beg me to believe you that you won't do anything like
that again."
I just stared defiantly into her eyes, but that seemed only to amuse her
further, cause she laughed and hoisted the whip a bit stronger.
I saw her swinging the whip and tensed up, biting my lower lip so I
wouldn't cry out, but nothing could have prepared me for the terrible pain that
radiated up from my left thigh where the whip had landed. The next slash came
before I could really prepare myself and landed hard across my stomach. This
time I did cry out, but at least this way I had no air for a further cry when
the third whip lash caught me over my breasts.
This time the woman didn't pause between the lashes, and I counted
inwardly to fifteen until she stopped, panting a bit from the hard work. My
throat was already raw with creaming, but I tried very hard not to cry, and
succeeded insofar that I didn't sob. The tears that ran across my face where
only because of the intense pain.
Amber stepped back and looked me up and down for some time. I was glad
that I couldn't see myself, but I was sure that the front of my body was
decorated with red welts. I hurt too much not to have them.
"You're still putting up a fight, not giving me the satisfaction of
sobbing and dissolving in tears?" She patted my left cheek lightly and wiped the
tears away from my face. I really couldn't read the look in her eyes, and was
partly glad that is was this way. At least I didn't know what would come next,
so I could focus on the moment and try to stay as calm as possible.
The woman stepped back from me and went to one of the tables, coming
back with a 3 foot long iron bar. Tom moved up behind me, grapping my middle
section and drawing me a bit nearer the ground, making me gasp in pain as it
doubled the strain on my shoulders. Adam parted and moved between my legs,
grapping my knees tightly, and the look he gave me was pure hatred. I guess I
couldn't hold that against him, but it sort of amused me to see what precautions
they suddenly took.
The view of my feet was partly obscured by Adam, but I could feel the
bar being attached to my ankle cuffs, leaving my legs spread wide when the guys
moved back again. I didn't really like the position that put me into.
Amber stared to walk around me, stopping at my back. She slowly moved
her hands over my behind, caressing my ass cheeks and only stopping a short
distance away from my anus. Suddenly I realized just how exposed I was, and that
thought brought fresh sweat onto my face.
"You've been a naughty girl from the start, and till now I haven't
punished you for it. I guess now is the time for me to start showing you your
proper place. I want you to count the lashes you receive. If you're a good
little slut I will stop at fifteen, if not ..." She let the sentence hang in the
air, but it was clear that I was expected to be a good little slut, and once I
thought that it sounded like a good idea not to struggle.
"Have I made myself clear?"
I nodded, and when I realized that that might not be enough, I added a
loud "Yes Mistress." to it. I was promptly rewarded with the first stroke, which
landed squarely on my behind. I tried not to cry out, but didn't succeed, and
didn't count either. Only when she struck me again I managed it.
"One!"
The woman stopped and came round to face me again, with a smile on her
face.
"Come one, you can do better than that, or have you forgotten
everything?"
She lashed out without waiting for an answer, this time hitting the
inside of my right thigh. For a moment I had absolutely no air, the pain was
just too much. When I finally managed it, my voice was more than a little bit
shaky.
"One, Mistress!"
Amber smiled up at me and patted me again on the cheek.
"Good girl."
Then she went back behind me, the next stroke hitting be across the
shoulders. This time it was only luck that got my "Two, Mistress!" out audibly.
Only when she had reached ten lashes did she stop again and come around front
again. My vision was partly obscured my loose strands of my hair that were
plastered against my face, sweat making my whole body sticky.
"Do you want me to resume your punishment now, or let you rest a bit and
add five more lashes to the remaining five then?"
I needed two tried to get my voice working again, my throat so hoarse
that speaking really hurt.
"Please resume my punishment now, Mistress."
Amber possibly beamed up and me and stroked my hair out of my face. When
she spoke it was so gentle that only I could hear her and that barely.
"You know, it's much more fun for me if my slaves struggle a bit, but
it's always good to see that they nevertheless stick to the rules. In the end
it's my responsibility not to give you the chance to struggle, but believe me,
you're only doing me a favour by putting up a fight."
I didn't know how to react to that, and was partly relieved when the
woman went back behind me, but only until I hear the whoosh of the whip going
for my body again.
This time she hit me on my right thigh very closely to my sex, and I
failed to count, too caught up in the terrible pain that rushed through my body.
In that second I really asked myself if I would even survive the next hour, let
alone the day.
Amber didn't wait long, but applied the next stroke mirroring the one
before, only on my left tight. It took most of my strength to count again, but
this time I managed it, although it sounded rather squealed than shouted.
Then the next lash struck home between the last two lashes, and for a
few seconds my body seemed to simply be one complete agony, radiating up from my
sex. I couldn't breathe for several seconds, and when I could finally manage to
get fresh air into my lungs I howled as loud as I could, only slowly learning
how to think again.
When I opened my eyes, the woman was standing in front of me, a slight
smirk on her face.
"You haven't counted the last one, so I guess I have to repeat it."
Pure terror raced up through me, and I opened my mouth to start begging
her not to strike me down there again, but she just raised her hand and laid a
finger across my lips, silencing me with that gesture.
"Or would you prefer not to count the last four strokes, but instead
letting me doing it for you? That would mean four lashes directed at your tender
cunt, but you can scream as long and loud as you want? But then, you don't know
where I will hit you if you decide to count by yourself."
I could just stare at her, needing several seconds to even understand
her words. When I understood, it took still another second to realize what that
really meant, and for one moment tears threatened to well out of my eyes. I
don't know how I managed to get myself back together, but it was the hardest
thing I had ever done, next to speaking the next words.
"Please count for me, Mistress."
The woman smiled, and it was a smile that really didn't fit the reason.
She smiled like a cat getting a bowl of cream.
When she went away again, I sort of slumped in my chains, unable to
prevent the coming terror, and suddenly not having the strength to even tense my
muscles up. My shoulders hurt so badly that that alone would have been enough to
make me cry, but the aspect of what was coming next kept me from it.
To my surprise Amber returned again, showing me the ball gag that she
had given my friends earlier.
"It's your decision, without any consequences, do you want the gag to
bite down on it, or do you rather prefer not to have it and instead being able
to draw full breath to scream even louder?"
I stared numbly at the gag, not really able to think that issue over. I
only remembered these stupid films of mothers giving birth to their babies in
the wilderness, and someone offering them a stick to bite down on. Somehow this
comparison fit the situation. Without thinking further about it, I opened my
mouth, and it was answer enough. The woman stuffed the gag into my moth, buckled
up the straps, and resumed her former position behind my back.
Again I heard the whip moments before it bit into my flesh, and when it
connected again with the soft flesh of my vagina. My vision went white with
pain, and I bit down hard on the gag, only a muffled cry coming out. I was
somehow relieved when I felt the next hit, again as precisely positioned as the
last ones, this way it would be over soon. Nevertheless the pain was worse than
anything I had ever felt. After the last stroke I nearly lost my senses, only
regaining them when I felt my feet touching the ground. When I turned my head I
saw that the woman had lowered the chain that kept me up in the air by a winch
that was next to the door. I was still chained, but this way at least my
shoulders weren't supporting my whole weight.
When Amber came back to me and took the gag from my mouth I inhaled loud
and deep for several times, and with the air came the tears. I just couldn't
hold them any longer, and just cried and sobbed softly. In this very moment
everything could have happened, and I wouldn't have cared.
But the one thing that did happen surprised me a lot. Amber embraced me
around the middle, drawing my body against her own, gently stroking over my hair
and muttering soothing words, which made me only cry harder, but she held me
nevertheless.
After a while the burning agony between my legs lightened a bit, and I
was finally able to get myself together again, and the woman let go of me. The
look of sympathy on her face made me wonder what she was thinking right now.
Amber unchained me herself, this time without the guys securing me, and
I didn't even think of struggling. I just massaged my hurting wrists and
shoulders, and stepped aside when the woman motioned me away from the spreader
bar.
When I looked over to my friends, remembering their presence for the
first time after the whipping had begun. They were both staring at me with
tearstained eyes, but this time it was me who looked at them balefully. Why did
they even cry, it wasn't their body that felt like it had been split in two.
Amber came to stand in front of me again, obtruding my view at my
friends.
"Tom, take her to the other room and get her on the table. Do what you
deem necessary while I work on the other two."
The dark haired man came forward with a leather leash in his hand. It
didn't really surprise me when he connected it with my collar and began to lead
me to the other room. What was a dog collar for when not for this?
Every step I took was a new kind of agony, and by the time I came level
with the door tears where running down my face again, but again it was only
because of the pain. I felt too drained to cry because of my misery.
Now I got my first real view of the next room, and it didn't lighten my
mood. The wall was again full of chains, and several where handing from the
ceiling as well. Unlike the other room this one here had some strange pieced of
furniture standing in the middle, some I could place a possible intended purpose
to, some not. One resembled a buck like the one we had in the gym at school,
another one looked like a platform in the form of an X, another one looked like
a table with some chains for attachment at the side, still another one looked
like a modified gynaecological chair, but that was not all by far. I really
didn't want to know what the other devices where for.
Tom led me over to the table, and told me to sit up on the edge. When I
tried to lower my behind to the metal surface, fresh pain went to my body, and I
got up even before half of my weight had touched down. Before I could get away
fully, the guy gripped my already aching shoulders and pushed me down hard into
a sitting position.
For a second I could only gasp, and then I screamed, or at least tried
to. Before more than the beginnings of a scream could come out of my mouth, he
had already pushed another ball gag into it, and shut me down with it. It was
somehow easy for him to both keep me down and buckle the gag in place at the
same time. I was simply too tired to struggle.
When he felt that the tension in my body lessened he pushed my upper
body back, so that I lay on the table, the edge of it just coming to my
buttocks. He then secured a large leather strap just beneath my breasts and told
me to open and raise my legs. I did what he asked of me, watching as he secured
the cuffs on my ankles to two chains that came down from the ceiling and drew my
legs still further apart. It didn't really hurt, but it ensured that I'd never
be able to close my legs. After my last experience with the whip that frightened
me even more than anything else.
While I was still terrorized by the these thoughts Tom secured my wrists
to the sides of the table, and putting yet two further leather straps across my
body, one above my breasts, and one at my waist. The last one he tightened even
stronger than the others, but I had still enough freedom to breath, but movement
was nearly impossible.
Then Tom left me alone, going to one of the cabinets that stood at one
of the walls. I could see that it was a refrigerator, and that puzzled me a bit.
I had anticipated further torture instruments in it, not a fridge. Soon he came
back with a blue cold-warm pack, one of these that you put on bruises.
"Just relax, this will hurt a bit, but believe me, in the end it will
get better."
I still didn't understand what he wanted with the pack, and could just
look at him bewildered. Then he put it between my legs, and I suddenly had the
feeling that "hurt a bit" could also mean quite a lot. This time I didn't even
try to keep from crying out, but the gag stopped most of the noise to escape my
mouth.
After some minutes it seemed like he should be right again, because the
burning pain slowly subsided to a pounding ache, and when Tom took away the pack
again I could even breathe normally. He went back and placed the pack again in
the fridge, only to return with a bottle of mineral water and some ice cubes.
When he came to a halt next to me he opened the bottle and placed it on
the free portion of the table above my head. Then he removed the gag and took a
straw from somewhere. Eagerly I let him place it between my lips, and he let me
drain the whole bottle. When it was empty, I couldn't help but simply smile up
at him gratefully. Until now he hadn't done a thing to really hurt me, and to be
true, he didn't look like he had the intention to do it.
He smiled down at me then he took one of the ice cubes and began to
trace it down first one of my cheeks, then the other, continuing with my
forehead, then my nose, tracing it softly over my half-parted lips. The cold
felt really good after all the sweating and pain from before, so I just tried to
relax as good as I could and closed my eyes a bit.
Tom tracked the cube down my chin, over my throat down over the first
strap between my breasts, then he slowly circled each nipple with it. I could
feel my body respond to the treatment, and my nipples grew hard an erect, only
partly because of the cold. Then he stopped, took the ice could into his mouth
and bent down over my breasts, sucking first at one breast, than on the other,
drawing a low moan of pleasure from my throat.
When the cube had finally melted he stopped, and I regretted him drawing
away from me. I must have looked rather disappointed, because he smiled again
and bent down to my face, brushing my lips with the faintest hint of a kiss.
"I take it you want me to continue?"
I stared up at him, pleadingly.
"Please."
He smiled at that, and then he took another cube and went down between
my legs. I tried to raise my upper body a bit so I could see what he was doing
there, but the tight straps kept me secured to the table top. So I had only my
sense of feeling, but I thought that that would be far more intense than just
looking.
Tom slowly traced the ice cube down from the third strap to my crotch,
running it through the few hair that covered my pubic delta. I shivered when he
stopped just before reaching the inner folds of my labia and my clit. The ice
cube left my body, and I could feel my lower body tense up.
The next thing I felt was his tongue gently licking up from my vagina to
my clit where it stayed just a moment, and made me gasp. Then he liked down
again, this time entering my hole just a bit, then he went up again. Each time
he stayed a bit longer at the end points of his "track", at the one time sucking
gently at my clit, at the other penetrating a bit further into me.
The whole thing burned a bit because of the whipping I'd received
earlier, and because of the moisture of his saliva and my juices, but that
somehow only added up to the pleasure. Soon I was moaning constantly, wishing
him to go faster, unable to do anything, just being able to passive submit to
his every movement.
I was already highly aroused when he stopped and pushed away from the
table, so that I could see his face. He smirked at me, looking a bit like a
mischievous boy, than he put the remaining ice cube again between his lips and
went down out of sight again.
I felt him touch me again, feeling the cold ice slide up my labia, and
it was nearly too much for me to take. He seemed to feel it, because when he
reached my vagina, he only stayed there for a short time, prolonging that
bittersweet agony, slowly tracing up to my clit. There he sucked my bud of
pleasure greedily into his mouth, sucking down hard, and I could only cry out as
the first orgasm hit me.
As a wave of pleasure ran threw my body I tried to buck against my
restraints, but didn't move an inch of course. So the only thing that I could do
was try to writhe under his tongue and cry out until I got horse again.
Sometime during this he spit the half molten ice cube out, which landed
in my belly button, and succeeded in sucking my clit with his mouth alone, his
hands coming up towards my breasts and pinching my nipples hard, which excited
me even more. I had never imagined feeling so much pleasure, especially so
shortly after feeling the worst pain of my entire life. The world went hazy
about the edges, and when Tom finally ceased his teasing of me I could only lay
there with my eyes closed, a smile on my face, and being utterly satisfied.
When I calmed down a bit I opened my eyes. Tom was leaning over me and
watching my face intently. I could only manage a weak smile, which he promptly
returned.
"I guess I can spare myself the question if you liked it."
"Thank you. Thank you so much."
My voice sounded weaker than even after the whipping, which seemed to
make him smile even more. Then he produced a wet rug from somewhere under the
table and went to the task of slowly washing my legs and the area between them.
"You just look a mess, covered in your juices. I'd get you into a bath,
but Amber wouldn't like that, and she's still got plans for you today. Maybe
later."
When he mentioned the woman, I could feel myself frowning a bit, and
tensing up. Tom stopped his treatment and leaned against one of my legs, softly
caressing the heel of my foot with his lips.
"Don't be so much afraid, I'm sure that the whip has been the worst for
today. And my now you should have realized that your training does not just
involve pain, but also pleasure. Maybe in some days you'll learn that the edge
between pleasure and pain is a very diffuse one. Didn't you get at least a bit
aroused from the whipping? At least your pussy was already drenched when I put
you up here."
I could feel my face go bright red, and that made Tom laugh.
"Now don't go all ashamed on me. You're not like the other two girls.
There's nothing bad in admitting that you liked it to some degree."
Maybe for him it was no shame, but I had been brought up with different
believes, and although I might admit that me range of what I'd admit to like was
far broader than that of Jenny and Sarah, but right now it would simply have
been too much to tell him that he was right. But at the core of myself I knew
that I really had enjoyed part of it, particularly the helplessness, not being
able to do anything about it. Somehow that made me look just a bit forward to
why Amber had ordered me chained and strapped to the table.
Tom seemed to realize that I wouldn't give him an answer, so he shrugged
and finished cleaning me up. When he had put away the rug again he winked at me
briefly and left the room, leaving me alone and wondering what might come next.
TO BE CONTINUED ...
