Rest day (03o Chap.)
(M/f, NC, Real., Abduction, Enslav., Tort, Rape, Enema, Modif., Chastity Belt)
By Kray Kray20@lycos.com
Today Rose needs and deserves a rest. And me too I need to calm down a little.
I have even to work at least.
I awaken Rose with a slap on her lustful arse. <You have one hour for the
bath>.
While I leash her to the bathroom <strip you completely> I begin unlocking
every micro padlocks except, obviously, the collar one... it even hasn't one!
<When I return you must wear only wrist cuffs, clean white stockings,
shoes... and collar> <Like usual you have to clean yoursel in and out, oil
your body, perfume you and put some make up, like you wanted to be ready for a
lover> <You will find a little brush on the sink, use it to keep clean
your new jewels. Have also a soak of betadine on your pussy>.
When I return she's ready, standing proud to the centre of the room, eyes down.
Her breast, free, hangs over her chest. The many little gold rings and chains
hanging from her exalt her beauty.
I approach her and I begin to carefully disinfect each piercing with a powerful
medicine.
Despite the pain Rose stills, knowing the importance of this process.
While I medicate I smell her. The perfume that I provided her is a roses
fragrance, and Rose... she smells like a fresh rose. Sometime I kiss and taste
her, she shivers in fear at every touch. She turns me on!
Terminate to medicate her I lock the micro padlocks and I... dress her:
I attach a piece of red cloth between the two pierced rings at the upper sides
of her shaggy mons-veneris. The red fabric wears like a little short red curtain
over her pelvis that barely hides her sex: the Y2k evolution of mini skirt!
After a first astonishment moment, looking herself in the mirror, Rose escapes
an hint of smile. She likes her new skirt! Me too! My design!
The red curtain is so short that Rose's pussy is barely in view from under it.
Then I tie her arms behind her, like usual, I bring her hands to her shoulder
blades, but looser this time, I drag her hands only at her elbows level of or
just a little upper.
I detach the leash from the controlled chain and I drag her toward the dungeon.
She uncertainly follows me and she starts begging me in a desperate way
"Maaaster pleeease, ... I'm afraid..." <Shut up, or I have to punish you>
"Ohooo Noohh ooo, pleeease...".
In the dungeon I drag her to the centre, I leave the leash and I begin to turn
around her, observing her, her beauty, her helpless, her hopeless, her
subjugation... to me.
<Kneel! Wide!> she does slowly but promptly, staring at me hopeful.
<If I give you a journey of relative rest, would you be grateful?> "Yes
Master I will, very much, have I to do something Master?" <Understand me
well: I don't promise you nothing, but perhaps, if I have a good time with you,
I will give you a journey to the swimming pool> "Anything Master, anything!"
I approach her <Good, but remember this is not a pact, I can change my mind
at any moment! Even if you behave flawlessly> She throws herself toward my
legs, caressing me with her cheek and her sinful breast "Yes Master, as you like
Master". I withdraw astonished: she's incredible. At her third day in slavery
she has attitudes of long trained slave.
<Are you ever been in love for someone?> "... Yes... Master" <I don't
think so, in that case you would have given it your asshole. Anyway, I will
bring you to my bed, and I expect that you behaves like a madly in love girl.
You have to be really passionate. If you will satisfy me, maybe I decide to
bring you to the pool and to leave you there, alone, without harsh torture
devices on. If you like to try to earn the rest, run in the bedroom and stand me
over the bed. From this moment you can tell only bed phrases... Remember to not
even try to simulate orgasms. If you come there is the chance to gain some
slight rewards, if not, I could decide to revenge on you a little, since now I
know you would be able. But if I caught you lying me in any way, I would brand
the word LIAR onto your belly!>. After an endless second during which she
examined the reliability of my menace, she silently starts nodding 'No, no, no'
scared. Then, always silently, she climbs and she moves like a mannequin toward
the bedroom, she already knows the way!
I follow her up to the bed onto which she has knelt to the centre, with haughty
torso and bowed eyes.
I climb behind her and I immediately grasp her tit and her pussy, fondling them.
She replays stretching out herself toward me, searching my mouth, and she starts
kissing me, deeply, passionately.
We make love, like two lovers... almost: It is an impossible thing to own a
beautiful creature like Rose without punish her body in at least some slight
ways. While Rose gives her best to comply me, I cruelly pinch her inner thighs,
her bosoms, I jerk her gold rings, causing her to moan or even to scream. But
her desperate desire of some rest, and, surely, to avoid the impending whip,
makes her to accept gladly my many injustices.
Immediately after each of my spites she restarts searching me and displaying
herself to me.
She moves around me rubbing me, inviting me, she makes me feel like she is would
really desiring me.
I can follow the growth of her auto-imposed excitement by probing her wet and
wet pussy.
And she even climaxes! While I'm gently sucking her just ringed and still aching
clit, although I was painfully pinching her nipples, she comes, moaning loud for
the pain and the pleasure.
Without pause and without letting go her tits, I climb over her and I begin
fucking her, or better, raping her, but instead of fighting the raper, she lifts
anew her legs wrapping my back, following and leading my thrusts, rhythmically
clasping my raping penis. I embrace her and I roll her over me and I push her
torso erect. Not a single word is necessary, Rose begins thrusting around me,
sustaining herself by her knees. I enjoy the view of her big breast's bounces in
the ride, and I begin to slap hard her arse. She screams, because I'm really
cruel, but I've lost my control, I'm close to orgasm. I roughly grab her right
tit to pull her aside allowing so my right hand to spank her better. Then I
change tit, to spank her other side, more excited by her distressed shouts.
Despite the pain on tits and arse she never dares to stop thrusting, she knows
that longer I will endure, much more I will spank her.
In fact Rose strikes continue till I climax, in ecstasy, owning her body into my
hand, her cry in my hear, my seed deep inside her... She's mine!
I collapse on the pillow and Rose collapses over me, sobbing.
I'm not sure she came again, I think yes.
After a minute of respite I lift my head and I face Rose. I silently gaze at
her. She stares at me some seconds, but she's not puzzled, she knows her duties.
Then, still silently, she slides down, to my crotch, and she begins licking
gently my wet and softened cock. She kisses it, cleans it, sucks it, until it
gets hard anew. And then she continues loving it, abandoned. Relaxed, I enjoy my
captive, caressing and grabbing her hairs. She works slowly, as she would like
relaxing me more, to satisfy me. Her new rings in her tongue tickle my shaft,
improving my pleasure, they have been a good choice. Squatted between my thighs,
her hands behind her back, busied to please her owner, Rose is always a
spectacle. I endure a lot, I've lost time cognition, but I'm sure that Rose was
working on my cock at least for an half hour, before I come again. And I come
inside her hot mouth, while she hungrily sucks every drop of me, perfectly. And
without pause, as I instructed her, she doesn't end working, until I stop her,
after another ten of beautiful minutes.
<Ok Rose. Lift you on your feet across me, and stay, while I admire your
body..., while I admire my property, from below it>. It is not simple thing
to stood over a mattress with high heels and hands tied behind the back, even
with your absolute owner that is helping you a little, but Rose manages to
comply her owner anyway... Good slave!
Her just molested new piercings have bleed and some smeared trickles dirt her
body.
I admire her pussy under the mini mini skirt, and her proud big tits, and her
flanks, and legs... Ohhh, I've been very lucky this time!
<Ok Rose get down from the bed>.
She kneels over me and she goes down from the bed.
I conduct Rose anew in the dungeon, she hesitates at the entry <Ahead! Do not
dare to protest!> She shivers and sobs. I tug the leash and I roughly spin
her facing me by her shoulders <Do not dare to protest and widen your
legs> she weeps obeying. I kneel between her legs and I softly and carefully
wrap the clit ring with a small piece of transparent film, like that for foods.
I wrap in the same manner also the labial rings. She yelps, but she understands
that my aim is not to hurt her. Then I smear Rose's mound hairs with a kind of
sticky gel and I cling over them another piece of plastic film.
<Now we wait that the gel dries a little> "... Master ?..." <Soon you
will clearly understand my intents Rose>.
Just to pass the time I walk around my scared property, sometimes I caress her
hairs, sometimes her red lips, that Rose justly parts to allow me to freely
probe her mouth inside. I caress possessively her bottom, and I give it a good
pinch.
The gel is half dried now, <Move to that corner>.
There is a strange couple of boxes over a likewise strange stool. <Face me
and go back up to the box> When she did, I shift the second box to enclose
her basin and upper legs among them and I lock some locking devices all around.
Rose breath begins heavy. I approach her face and I softly support an hand on
her cheek, while my thumb slides gently into her mouth and it caresses her cheek
internal side <Relax Rose, I'm only taking a mould of you, from your upper
thighs to your waist, the only pain that you will feel, it will be due to
these> and I produce a couple of semi-rigid, rather slim, rubber plugs, that
I lube and I slowly insert in her lower holes, causing her to grimace a lot and
emit some slight yelp. <As you may notice, their dimensions are not
worrisome, you have to admit that it is not a real torture, they are simply
needed from the mould> these two nozzles have at their ends a kind of base to
grip in the dry chalk. In truth I will not use chalk, but a specific material
for body mouldings.
I set some sheets of paper that will allow the two half moulds to separate when
the chalk will be dry, then I begin casting the chalk.
While I drain the liquid chalk I pay high attention, plunging one hand into,
that it adheres very well to Rose's body, chiefly to every pussy crevice.
<The arrangements that I made with the gel and the film will prevent that
hairs and rings grip with the chalk, besides they will improve the moulding
result>.
The boxes are full.
<I have to be sure that you won't move Rose. Now I will thread some big
needles through the walls of the box, but I don't want to wound or to hurt you,
I will introduce them slowly and I will stop when they will softly touch you,
then don't dare to move at all slave!>
I do. This way every attempt to move would result very unpleasant for Rose, and,
worst, I would surely notice it.
In half hour I unlock the boxes and I slowly pull the first one toward me
<Walk with the box Rose>. She carefully follows the frontal box movement,
having felt that the two plugs are planted in that mould portion. Then I begin
lowering the stool under the frontal box. Although her comprehensible fear, the
lubricated pliable rubber nozzles slide easily from her inner most, letting Rose
only scared and stained. Only her piercing clit has gripped a very little, but
the chalk released it almost immediately, causing Rose only a great fear and a
yelp of anticipation.
<Ok, another one and we finished> After having washed her with a hose and
dried her with a towel, I wrap her waist with a special synthetic belt, of slim
thickness and slightly deformable material. I tightened it well, and I buckled
it at her back. Her waist is rather constricted now and the special belt
material is perfectly following her forms, but she's surely not in trouble,
she's only uncomfortable.
Now I repeat whole the procedure to take another Rose mould.
When finished, half hour later, I free her waist and I wash her anew.
<That's that! Go ahead! To the bath now, then on the swimming pool!>
"Hooh, Thank you Master".
Cleaned and perfumed she's awaiting me to the centre of the bath, her right
place.
I prepare her like before: hands behind her but not so high, and micro skirt. I
also leave her stockings and heeled shoes, I love her with them, even if in a
swimming pool!
I produce some little red floats, as those for fishing, but smaller, with 5 cm
of wire attached on each one. Once into the water, she will doesn't feel a very
tug, but only their irksome presence. I connect a float to each hanging ring, 2
to the pussy, 2 to the nipples, 2 to the ears an 1 to the nose. I spare only her
clit and her mons-veneris two, on which I've already attached the red micro
skirt.
She's ready to be lead to the centre of my castle, to the rim of my swimming
pool.
The roof above is almost transparent. The sun light makes it very pleasant and
relaxant.
One swimming pool's side isn't vertical, it is a ample staircase that kindly
dips into the water.
<I think that I will leave you here some hours. You can take all the sun you
want, as the coverage is a very good UV filter. Your skin will however remain
white for your master pleasure. From the external side, the coverage is also
semi reflecting, so the desert sun power is mitigate, and no one, even flying
over the castle, can see anything inside the castle. Otherwise you can stay
under the sunshade. If you are thirsty you can drink from this tray, by the
straws. In the same way you can take soup or yoghurt if you are hungry. You can
have music. And if you need to pee I've left you a basin in that corner. I have
made tense a grid under the water, so you can access whole the swimming pool
with tied hands without risks. The entrance is also really easy, also with
heels. I would like to see you in the water if I get a pause from my business,
then I suggest you to plunge very often. This way the little floats that I've
connected to your piercings will have many occasions to remember you that your
body belongs to me now>.
Talking her, I bring her to the lateral edge of the pool, her back to the water.
<Have a good rest Rose, enjoy it, because for tomorrow I've some bad things
in store for you>.
A glance of terror flashes through her green eyes, so I feel the need to
reassure her <Rose, Rose. There is nothing to be afraid, because there is
nothing you can do to avoid it. You will get whatever I will like to give you,
my dear... You are a slave now, my slave>.
I wrap her slim waist and I grab her hairs. I twist her head backward and I kiss
her, deeply, then my hand slides under her micro skirt and invades her helpless
pussy. I know I'm rough, but Rose, moaning, cleverly continues kissing me
passionately, and she even lifts one leg to allow my invading hand to better
molest her inner.
The nose float digs into our both faces and its wire pulls her still aching
septum, but it seems she doesn't care about.
She's very soft and sexy, but I've to go, then I suddenly move away and I push
her in the water behind her. She shouts, but after few seconds of instinctive
fear to drawn, she realizes that the grid supports her with the head over the
water, and she calms down. She even escapes a broad smile, she likes my pool!
<Remember to plunge often, I like seeing you on the swim!>
I get in my office, to evade some affairs, but my work is slower and longer than
I supposed, cause I have left the TV spying Rose. I am frequently brought off by
her movements, her lustful and gentle body, her polite manners beside her
predicament.
As instructed or maybe as she simply likes, Rose gets in the swimming pool many
times. She rises standing with difficulty, cause her tied hands, and she walks
slowly and magnificently toward the stairway that leads her in and out the
water. Her micro skirt makes her incredibly provoking. She steps down the stairs
like an used mannequin, sexily swinging her haunches to maintain her balance
over the high hells. She can't swim, obviously, but she however manages to sway
someway, pushing by her legs.
Then, after few minutes she comes out, in the same sexy manner, while the water
strains from her lustful body. And she returns to lay over the deckchair, under
the sun... she's in vacation, to the Mediterrane!
I gladly think of her distress for the feeling of her shoes and stockings
constantly wet. I like her with them, and I like that she continuously senses
her totally dependence by my caprices.
Sometimes I see her to drink or to heat by the straws.
Occasionally I come down to Rose, frightening her, but I simply pull up her
stockings, or I just stare at her for sometime, saying nothing. Then I leave,
with Rose's great relief.
Hours pass, I come down to Rose to tell her to don't plunge any more, because
soon it will be too dark.
The internal temperature is all controlled, but I don't however want taking the
risk that she get sick.
At 9:00pm I'm hungry, but is too soon to make Rose to serve me, and for this
reason my humor abruptly becomes dark, like the just arrived evening.
<Time to go to sleep! Hurry up, in the dungeon!> I roughly met my pray,
and I strike her hip with the crop, weeping away her just retrieved little peace
<I want to find you knelt near the door of your cell, run!> and I strike
again her arse <Not a word! Not one!> and I strike her another time.
Weeping loudly she runs toward the dungeon.
I found Rose weeping, knelt, staring at me hopeful, puzzled.
<No Rose, you have right behaved, this is not the reason for my rage. But I
don't need any reason to enrage, I am, that is all! Maybe by the time you will
become able to foresee this kind of things, and it would better for you that you
will be. And you will also be able to avoid them, but for the moment you can
only pay the consequences, cause you are the slave and I'm your owner!>.
I open the cell door and I drag Rose inside. I padlock a chain from the wall to
her collar and I free her ands from behind her only to reattach them to the same
collar chain. She can't lower her hands under her tits. <On the cot slave!
Lay down!>. I connect the collar chain to the headboard, shortening her
chances of movements.
Then I unlock her wet cuff-shoes and I slip them off. I also roughly slip her
stockings.
I would like that she begged to come into my bed, in that case, sure, I would
calm down a little. But instead she stays silent, maybe for fear, maybe because
she prefers staying far from me. I won't interfere in any way, despite she's
only at her second slavery day, and I shouldn't expect so much, tomorrow I will
have my revenge on her.
I obviously could immediately do her to repent having preferred the cot to my
bed, applying her few evilly distresses for the night, but if she acquires that
the night on the cot means pain, I will never know when, and if, she will
prefers my wicked companionship to loneliness.
So, I simply cuff and tie her ankles to the bed foot, she can't even bend. I
gratify myself knowing that she can't have pussy gratification if I'm faraway.
I also get off her micro skirt.
I quickly disinfect her piercings and, although the temperature is checked, I
pull a sheet over her defenceless, forcefully outstretched, naked body.
I leave, and after having some whiskeys, more disappointed, I go to sleep my
way... alone and more and more angry.
By Kray
A little comment?... No? What a pity! I would really appreciate it... Bye!
Kray20@lycos.com
